#I'll try my best to use English as much as possible lmao

[i-like-anything-water]

ain't much but it's honest work.

I succumb to the temptation. Anyways, FILIPINO AU CHLOENETTE LETSGOOOOOOOOO

Here's the main cast and kabadingan lol

#chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #chloenette #Filipino AU #THIS WILL BE 90% CRACK #I'll try my best to use English as much as possible lmao #alternative was supposed to be Princess Marinette Dela Castillo #but it's too long #anyways I'll use this instead of writing it lol

[gracieryder]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Podficcers Apparently

Tagged by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels because she thinks she's funny. Spoiler alert, she is. <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 111 atm which is such an amazing number. Look at the ones!

What's your total Ao3 word count?

80,874

What fandoms do you write podfic for?

Mostly 9-1-1, but I've dabbled in Lone Star. I also have a podfic each for both One Piece and BG3. Before I got to 9-1-1, I mainly podficced for The Magnificent Seven: 2016.

Top 5 Podfics Fics by Kudos:

[Podfic] come on, come on (turn a little faster) - My One Piece podfic leads the way! It was written by @kenbunshokus. <3

[Podfic] Leading with the Left - I'm sure you're all SHOCKED to see this one on here. @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels killed us all with this masterpiece.

[Podfic] I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) - @morganofthefairies gave us oblivious idiots, and I gave you all a podfic. <3

[Podfic] Love in the Time of TikTok - This one was written by @buckttommy, and the fact that it's so high is a testament to how fucking funny she can be.

[Podfic] To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals - It's @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels back to ruin our lives again.

Do you respond to comments?

I do! I fall behind sometimes, but I always catch up! 💃

What is the podfic fic you recorded wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty much everything I've ever podficced ends happily or with some sort of hopeful ending. I have to go with [Podfic] the nighttime fear (see it coming from the edge of the room) which was written by @extasiswings. It's a short introspective piece with no happy ending. I don't think there is another that ends unhappily for me to even consider, honestly.

What's the podfic fic you recorded wrote with the happiest ending?

LMAO! They're pretty much all end happily, as I just said.

Do you get hate on podfics fics?

No. Never.

Do you record write smut?

Oh yeah. I've recorded plenty. 😂

Craziest crossover?

I've only recorded one, and it wasn't crazy considering it was just a 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star crossover. It was [Podfic] These Are My Stompin' Grounds written by @benjaminrussell.

Have you ever had a podfic fic stolen?

Idek how this would be possible.

Have you ever had a podfic fic translated?

Why did Mads tag me in this game? NOT ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS CAN BE ANSWERED, MADS.

Have you co-recorded co-written a podfic fic before?

I've had people guest star, and I've participated in one multivoice podfic.

All time favorite ship?

Are you fucking kidding me? How am I supposed to choose? Probably Buddie, even though that feels wrong because it's not even my current hyperfixation. I've never created as much for another ship though.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh, I'm gonna finish all my shit. Don't you worry.

What are your podficcing writing strengths?

Fuck. Idk? I think I have good pacing and emote really well. And my editing has improved tremendously over the years.

What are your podficcing writing weaknesses?

I'm hypercritical and tend to overedit at times. To the point that it sounds unnatural. I'll also just shove entire projects to the side if I don't meet my own standards, so there are quite a few things haunting me from the WIP folder atm.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I've very rarely had to record in another language. Especially in the last few years. For my Mag7 podfics, there's a bit of Spanish and a small amount French, and they're kind of embarrassing for me to listen to. I've honestly considered taking them down, but I know there are people who enjoy them. So, I never do. There's a bit of Spanish in at least two of my early 9-1-1 podfics as well. I always try my best with it, but I only speak English, so I'm always super paranoid about fucking it up. I'll avoid recording entire fics just because there are other languages in them.

First fandom you podficced for wrote in?

The Magnificent Seven: 2016

Favorite podfic fic you've recorded written?

[Podfic] Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me written by @extasiswings and @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels is my fucking baby. I've listened to that fucking podfic so many times...

But my current favorite that I listen to regularly is [Podfic] nothing is safe written by @foxflowering which is my BG3 podfic. I have other BG3 projects in my WIP folder, but I'm so self-conscious about my ability to voice those characters that they're not coming out anytime soon. I was hyperfixated af on this ship for a while though and listened to this damn podfic on repeat. Also, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels guest starred in it, so it has a special place. <3

Tagging, with all the pressure because I refuse to suffer alone: @blackestglass @mayonnaisetoffees @brasscacti @rhea314

And then some writers, who this is actually meant for: @theyarnmaidstale @queerbuckleys @honestlydarkprincess @peridotglimmer @gayhoediaz

@homerforsure @princessfbi @sibylsleaves @rewritetheending @fleurdebeton

@hazel-athena @buckactuallys @kitkatpancakestack @buckttommy @kittykatthetacodemon

#tag games #mist speaks

[erroticaz]

personally i hate peoples perception of pregame kokichi. so i'll tell you about my own little headcanon!

•he's not as shy as people believe, just a little quieter then ingame.

•still a total asshole he just keeps his comments to himself. so it's more like “i fucking hate you but i'm never gonna tell you that because it would be too much of a hassle. so i'll just keep it to myself." (sorta like that? idk i have the idea perfectly planned out in my head i just can't translate that over to words kms) very hesitant and kinda polite when you first meet him, not so much polite- more like kinda distant? trying not to interact as much as possible, y'know? once you get to know him though he eventually opens up. he's very sarcastic, because ofc he is LMAO

•definitely an introvert. not a big fan of parties or other people in general lol. if he does have plans it's usually only with one or two people (probably shuichi or kiibo etc). he'd rather stay home and write then do anything else. i also have a little idea that when the announcement that danganronpa will be starting auditions for the next game he writes and designs what he wants his character to be like! (i started a little story about it a while back but never finished it- i'd love to finish it one day, i just can't seem to find the proper words to describe the ideas in my mind. if i could write it'd be fuckin over for you guys istg I HAVE SO MANY GOOD IDEAS) he's a big doodler and loves english class. huge dork for creative writing.

•he's into danganronpa and is a big fan of it, but not as much as shuichi is. shuichi is the one who originally got him into it. he's been into it since it first came out, so kokichi has a lot of catching up to do lol

•oh right! okay so kokichi and shuichis relationship. i don't see them as love interests even though i do love saiouma. but pregame? they're just awkward best friends. 100%. both just a bunch of fuckin nerds who have a special interest that no one else at their school has (if anyone else does they're not as vocal about it as them, or at least as shuichi is lol) they're not the most liked people in the world but it's okay, they honestly like it just being the two of them. they have sleepovers frequently and binge watch a bunch of the danganronpa seasons (shuichis already finished every season like twice but watches it with kokichi anyway, trust me he doesn't mind). but yeah, they're just two teenage boys! shuichi isn't a fuckin yandere or anything. fuck that. admittedly, i do fancy the idea but NOT as a headcanon. maybe as an AU but for that to be the way you see him?? bro. he has nerd energy RADIATING off of him. not a yandere, just a weeb who likes danganronpa.

[trigger warning for this one]

•kokichi is definitely a mamas boy. his dad used to be around but had some serious drug/alcohol issues. she worked hard to provide for her family as best she could, working hours and hours at a low paying 9-5 job. all the money she earned, his father would steal. take for his own to buy drugs and cigarettes. but because she was always working, she had no one to watch kokichi. she had to leave him there with his father throughout the day. she gave him a small phone and told him to call her if his father ever did anything bad or got too drunk. of course he would never do anything to harm him, intentionally, but as drunk as he was all the time he could never really be aware of his actions.. this went on for a while until it eventually just got too bad. she couldn't leave him with his father anymore. kokichi had been left crying to many times for her to allow. his father left when kokichi was around 6-7. his mother had enough of his behavior and told him to get out. plates were shattered, things were thrown, threats of murder were even brought upon him and his mother. but she did not stand down, she protected her son without fail. he eventually stood down and walked out. of course not without cursing and shouting profanities at the woman. swerving off drunkenly in her car. she felt awful for having her son witness his father like this, so she did anything to make it up to him. years went on and things got better, kokichi was a teenager now, his mother in her forties. money was less tight so she stopped working so many hours and spent more time with her son. they grew slightly apart, as most teenagers do with their parents but they would still be close. they'd watch movies on weekends and joke around with each other a lot, she truly was just a wonderful woman. she'd make lunches for him in brown paper bags because she knows he doesn't like the schools cafeteria food, he was always embarrassed by this though. (definitely not me projecting onto him whatt no pshh that's….. that's totally crazy)

that's all i can think of right now! maybe i'll add on more later hehe

#pregame kokichi #pregame saihara #pregame drv3 #pregame danganronpa #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma #saihara shuichi #saiouma #but platonic #cuz they’re nerds

[imanes]

hey imane, this is such a dumb question but inshallah you will not hate me for it: how do you not want to die when you go to the gym.... i want to improve my health and my parents doomed me to live in the north where the weather is terrible for most of the year, so the gym feels like my best option, but exercise itself is so painful and sweaty and i have never felt this "high" that people talk about getting from exercise! i would appreciate any advice at all! also i finally caught up on demon slayer because of you, it was so good (should i read the manga?) ☆

naaur it's not a dumb question on the contrary!! I've been struggling with keeping up with going to the gym or just exercising in general because it feels like a task to be done rather than something that gives me a high or something so i totally feel you. i do like moving around and feeling like i'm getting stronger (i mostly lift weight + light cardio) but idk about that mental boost people talk about either lmao.

i can only speak from my perspective so my goal at the moment isn't even to do the most at the gym and get me into shape in a month or something, I'm literally just trying to build the habit of going to the gym. heading there is a struggle too so i have to put myself in automatic mode and go no question asked. i also tell my friend to hold me accountable so i send them a pic where i get there otherwise I've given them license to punch me in the arm lmao.

another thing that helped me is switching gyms to go to one that is bright, well lit, spacious, and never overcrowded. i used to go to a cheaper one and i was pretty regular but i just haaaaated the place so much it was dank dark musty crusty ew ew ew.

having an idea of the workout you wanna do is also important once you get there so you can just go through your workout like a checklist and then head out after a good stretch! I'm getting back into the swing of things so I'm watching beginner videos from naomi kong on youtube, she really doesn't overdo it and outside of my own self-mandated light cardio warm-up (cycling) and finisher (inclined walk on the treadmill) it really didn't break a sweat.

so yeah to build the habit of just doing it, i am actually going everyday until i feel like i can trust myself with doing it every other day. mind you i don't do a "real" workout every day, i actually did a full body three days ago, just light cardio for 30 minutes yesterday to get my limbs moving and my blood pumping, and today was leg day. I'm gonna go tomorrow for a swim i think just to switch up the way i do my cardio and then on Monday it's gonna be upper body day and I'll probably follow another naomi kong beginner's guide to the gym.

so my tips for consistency and learning to like going to the gym:

go as many times as possible during the week just to make you used to going there

don't do big workouts!! your body doesn't need to go into failure every time. my legs used to shake like i was a newborn fawn bc i was following my friend's workout routine and it was not sustainable mentally for me lol. i just do my reps with lower weights than i used to just to get my body used to the movements and to make my mind disassociate "working out" with "sweating and suffering". it's like pavlov lol positive reinforcement is key

switch up your workouts so that it feels fresh! what i did today for leg day isn't what I'm gonna be doing for my next leg day for example bc i get bored easily

speaking of getting bored easily usually i either watch a bunch of youtube videos, listen to podcasts, read a book on my phone, or switch to an audiobook when my hands are busy because otherwise my mind wanders and i want to leave from being bored out of my mind. however today i did have a lot on my mind so i ended up listening to newjeans songs they have the perfect beat for working out

if your gym offers collective classes try one out! suffering together makes the pain easier to bear <3 that used to be what got me through english boxing classes years ago when i used to go... my objective is actually to go back to boxing classes (this time muay thai i think) by the end of the year and then the gym every other day or something for weight lifting, swimming, or a class of pilates or dance or smt that sounds fun

ok that was a really long answer lmao i'm also at the beginning of a journey that i hope will be consistent and sustainable!! i hope we can motivate each other out as northern country dwellers who have to contend with the wind the rain and the snow <3 also yaaaaay I'm so happy you watched demon slayer! and YES read the manga, the next arc is chill and cute but what follows... if you don't binge it all til the end i'd be surprised but also that'd mean you're much stronger than me which is a good thing if you can apply it to going to the gym as well akjfdklgj anyway good luck keep me updated babe insha'Allah we can do it!!

#was no one going to tell me i wrote read the anime instead of read the manga

[theharlotofferelden]

Not the same anon but I believe someone working for Pathea stated they where going to give more content to the popular and "attractive" characters so maybe that is why? I still want some content for Burgess. And I'll forever be sad I can't romance my fellow train enthousiast Jensen. ):

RE: Jensen -- apparently being able to romance all eligible characters was apart of their stretch goals on Kickstarter. But in order to reach that, they would've had to raise 3mil. Not sure where they pulled that number from but....yeah.

Someone talked about this a couple months ago. But I'll just go ahead and repost it. This was something that was asked about on Pathea's Discord, and this was their response.:

Are all Marriage Candidates gonna get the exact same amount of personal content/missions? If no, why not? No, someone gets more content. We've reached the wishlist goal of 500,000. This allows us to romance all eligible characters. However, as you know, there are many NPCs in the city, some of which are more popular and attractive, we'll make these memorable. On the one hand, our writers have more inspiration for special NPCs like Fang, they can tell more stories, so we can expect more about them.

They later followed up on this and clarified it was a misunderstanding (likely due to language barrier)

In concerns to the last AMA, one of the questions and answers were very concerning as a backer. I both backed the game and wishlisted it because of the promised rewards. One of which was about adding more fully implemented romance options. While I’m happy to see Logan and a few others getting more content. I am concerned for the less popular options who are still loved by some in the community, but the devs consider low priority due to being “less attractive/popular.” This contradicts with what was promised in the rewards. Will you guys ever address those concerns?

I think there was a slight misunderstanding a while back, this whole 'less attractive' thing. I believe a non-native English speaker used the word attractive, as in 吸引, or to literally “to draw in attention,” not having anything to do with physical attractiveness, which caused issues for some people. Sorry about that. And sorry to not address this sooner.

Yes, popular characters/10 original marriage candidates will have a bit of priority with content in the full release, but we do intend to continue to work on other less popular characters' stories after release as free DLC. I know that's not an ideal answer, it's not ideal for us, either. I'll say there are no unpopular characters in the writers' room, so I personally will be continuing to push for as much content for as many characters as possible. Note: as I mentioned in an above post, what we're able to do with post-release content depends on the success of the game. Personally, I'm confident in what we've created these last four years, but still, there is a universe where it doesn't happen.

I believe we will be able make good on our promise to have 'fully implemented' romance for all romanceable characters, but unfortunately fans of certain characters may have to wait.

Thank you very much for your support, and I hope we're able to meet your expectations with the romance content. We will be trying our best.

I think my problem is that I really don't know what this means for Pen's romance.

Knives Out spoilers under the readmore.

To me, him not being a marriage candidate has less to do with wanting to marry him and more to do with having some form of security. Pen not wanting to get married is fine. I know people who have been in 10 year relationships who have never gotten married and just view each other as life partners. Pen not wanting to get married is realistic to me. But as a game mechanic in a farming sim, it makes me nervous because I have no idea where they're fucking going with him lmao.

Like, it's one thing that he doesn't want to get married based on the writers wanting to characterize him as someone who doesn't care about marriage because of its connotations or whatever. But a lot of it with Pen implies that he doesn't want to be "tied down" to anyone. Which I suppose is par for what we've come to know of Pen throughout the game, but again, it just makes me wonder why they bothered to make him a romance option.

But even disregarding all that, you now have a romanceable NPC who not only doesn't want to get married, but also turns out to be one of the villains of the story and has gleefully admitted to Logan he murdered his dad. It's very unlikely he's going to get a redemption arc.

So.....? Where are we going with this? If Pen isn't getting a redemption arc, is he just going to be removed from the game? Is that the real reason he's not a marriage candidate?

#my time at sandrock #my time at sandrock spoilers #mtas spoilers #mtas knives out spoilers #mtas knives out #game: my time at sandrock #c: pen #mtas pen #pen mtas #personal: my posts #slowly getting through stuff

[gold-pavilion]

I read your analysis on Inukoko and Takemikey and I think they are very good! You make a lot of valid points that I haven't seen and you have a good understanding of Japanese culture to take it into account. That said, what are your thoughts on other characters that the fandom attributes to being LGBT? (example. Hakkai, Ran Haitani and Hina as trans) Sorry for the inconvenience, I'm from Brazil and I used a translator for the question. =)

WAHH THANKSSSS I try to be fair with things and keep a good separation between my canon-only perspective with language + cultural data I happen to know, and my personal interpretations and self-indulgence!! I'M VERY HAPPY WITH YOUR COMMENT HONESTLY AAAAAA

And well, WELL.

You guys know how it is with me, nothing's canon until it's bulletproof, no-ambiguity canon. But it's also true that Tokyo Revengers, in general, is pretty queer. 

For one, when it comes to Hakkai…

(Fun fact about the last img: many translations online are missing that dialogue, having it cleaned out and possibly forgotten to typeset it in later? Anyway, it translates to "[Mitsuya, about Mikey] Feels kinda lonely when he's up ahead by himself." / "[Hakkai] But you've got me, Taka-chan?")

This sure reads like a crush, anyways. It's mostly out there as comic relief, but the admiration this guy's constantly showing for Mitsuya's coolness and specifically his physical attractiveness and everything, welp, that just about places him in the LGBT somethingsomething bag to me. Maybe it won't get anywhere - it probably won't, cause again, comic relief element - but it's there, his silly little crush on Mitsuya or whatever we should call it. 

I'm cool with that! I enjoy and appreciate that Wakui comfortably includes interactions like this in his work. Y'know, along with everything else. With Koko, with Inui, with everything.

Like Chifuyu's feelings for Baji. That's another instance where I'm like "HMM. WELL HOW ABOUT THIS." 'cause, on one hand, the shounen genre sure loves its trope of "my dude, our bond is so deep I will die for you and live for you and I'm not naming what this means except that I'll call you my most important person in this life forever", but on the other hand, their flashback chapter is titled 'man crush' and… 12 years, Chifuyu? The rest of your life, Chifuyu? For his memory alone? Okay okay okay.

Personally, I find other characters to be very much up in the air. Too up in the air to call them canonly queer or canon-adjacently queer, though I do support most of those interpretations.

Ran? I love love LOVE a tall, evil, strong and effeminate bastard. Maybe he just happens to be straight and metrosexual and limp-wristed (I say this lovingly, admiringly), but that sure would be less entertaining than what I've decided in my head. Hanma? Even if you asked me, I wouldn't be able to say what he is, exactly, but if "queer" isn't part of it I'd eat my entire fist. Draken? My bisexual icon and also my beautiful wife. Don't get me started on all the other dudes with crushes on Mikey, we'll be here all night. 

But all that is just my view, lmao.

I will say, though, the interpretation of Hina being trans is one thing I respect - as always - but I don't partake in. I don't think an "if I were a boy, I'd do _" moment is anything but conversation, specially in the context of a culture where being a girl or a boy does condition and limit your experiences a fuckton. I'm not saying she can't be trans, of course. I'm saying that her talking about how she'd kick more butt than Michi if she were a boy (because she doesn't see herself doing that as a girl) doesn't necessarily mean that. Can be, everything is fair game in fandom, just not necessarily.

Anyway, really fun question to answer, thank you!!

And PS: don't worry about your english with me ever!! It's not my first language either, I speak spanish, we're all doing our best DHFDH.

#asks #thoughts and talk and so #shiba hakkai #matsuno chifuyu #hakkai #chifuyu #hanma #ran #draken #hinata #tachibana hinata #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

(I somehow forgot if I already sent you this exact ask earlier today, so if I did feel free to ignore this one lol)

So there's not actually much to the crush situation but I'll still, in my usual style, ramble about it lol.

I think I mentioned to you once or twice about one guy from uni who has long hair and I find really pretty. I hung out with him and a mutual friend of ours once during and after an exam that we had to wait a long time for.

I've basically tentatively started calling him my crush in my head lol. Even though it's a pretty superficial one, which isn't what I usually do since I tend to only develop crushes on people I know well. But it is fun to have a more superficial one once in a while too yk.

Our friendgroups overlap a bit and so I talk to him sometimes in group settings and stuff. He seems like a good guy tbh, the way I would describe him is like good humoured? like quick to smile or laugh at people's jokes if that makes sense? friendly but also quiet and introverted at the same time? Yeah, that kind of vibe.

It's not anything that deep though and knowing myself it won't ever be since I can't make a move on someone to save my life lol. The fear of rejection is so real and it doesn't help that I've felt my social anxiety spiking since I started uni 😬😬😬

Most likely he'll just stay one of those pretty people you just stare at wistfully sometimes lmao. Although I'm not trying to count anything out and I'm open to all possibilities.

(Also I know I keep using the word pretty a million times but it's literally my favourite word in the English language for some reason and I love using it)

Oh yeah, and apparently he's started smoking now which is just a fun fact I found out about yesterday lmao. Can't say I'm a fan of smoking, but I am a fan of people doing whatever the hell they want, so no judgement from me lol.

That's basically the tea, which is lukewarm at best. I hope your day's going/went well and I'm sending you hugs and love as always 💞💞💞

HELLO OMG, apologies, i'm the worst but i'm ready to talk about crushes now :')

oh yes, i remember the maneskin guy :D ahhh, demiromantic/demisexuals ftw !! i understand that crushes can be fun, and i definitely think you should enjoy it as long as it's enjoyable lmao but should he end up breaking your heart in any way, i'll be ready with torches. just so you know :)

also i love how good humoured, quick to smile, friendly but quiet and introverted reminds me of another man... seems like you have a type, don't you? 👀 lol but no these are the best kind of people; i think it'd be nice for you to maintain this friendship, even if it remains just that. bc these days it's truly hard to find friends, especially those who actually care about being your friend? does that make sense? so i'm glad you've been enjoying it; if it develops into something more, i'll be super happy (don't forget us, though >:(), but don't worry about first moves for now !! <3

awh, and your opinion about his smoking habit is so refreshing!! i love all the tea, gimme all of it, even if it's lukewarm lmaooo. also, i'm assuming you're back from your trip? i hope you had the best time and are doing well, love. don't let uni stress you out too much !! love you, always 💕

#notes for rid 🌹 #ivi <3 #long ask

[vanillahub]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

REPOST DON’T REBLOG

SPEED: I'm NOT a particularly fast replier, regardless if it is here or on Discord. I want our RPs to be extremely chill, so I'll NEVER pressure or bug my partners for replies. I'll always prioritize quality over quantity. I try my best to put out at least 1 reply per week, but that's not set in stone because IRL or other things I've committed to (such as an art event) will always be my priority. I may get to replies fast, but I try to pace them out as to try prevent any burn outs between me and my RP partners. This is easily done thanks to Tumblr's queue system, not so much on Discord. I can't do back and forth RPing, I can't do instant RPing.

REPLIES: I use threads trackers, for all of my RPs on Tumblr! Each blog has its own tracker. I tend to get to most of my replies rather quickly, but in order to not overwhelm myself or my partners. I toss almost everything into my queue. I try to randomize/mess with the queue’s order from time to time so that can help in dishing out my replies. I mainly write multi-para and lengthier threads, that’s why I need to pace things out ever so often.

STARTERS: I’ve never had much luck in the way of starters calls. Either my starters would go unanswered, or no one showed any interest on them. As a result, I prefer using writing memes and making a thread out of the responses to them. With that said, I’ll gladly write a starter for someone if they ask for it and we’ve done a bit of discussion!

INBOX: I’m all about sending memes (whenever possible)! I feel like inbox memes, help breaking the ice between mutuals. I really appreciate them tons!

SELECTIVITY: See my rules to have a good idea about what I look for in blogs. “I’ll only follow, if I see our muses interacting.” This has been my motto for a few years now, and it has improved my RPing experience A LOT. I’m always looking for people who more or less fits with my style of writing and muse style. Not following sb back =/= Sb is a bad rper. I just don’t think it is fair to follow someone, just for the sake of following without any real intention of writing with that person. I’ve been through this in the past many times, and that’s amongst my biggest peeves when it comes to RPing. I’m simply catering to my own needs, because unfortunately I no longer have the time nor the energy to RP with everyone that stops by. So I HAVE to do what’s best for me.

WISHLIST: LMAO I haven’t done a generic wishlist in a LONG time, it just isn't my thing. Rather, I much rather prefer making a wishlist of threads will come, as we are plotting and discussing our muses interactions. The more I get know a muse, the more thread ideas will show up!

HONEST NOTE: Don’t be intimidated by my rules. I’m well aware that I’ve worded out my rules in a not so friendly manner, and it’s because that’s the way I’ve found to express myself best in english (in case you missed out on this, I’m not a native english speaker). I just really need to get straight to the point, so we are all clear in regards to where we stand. Because unfortunately, I’ve had various awful experiences, where people were twisting and coming up with the wildest interpretations of what I said just to put me down.

Feel free to steal it!

#[ rambles ]

[bunny-rambles]

i... well, still not go on tumblr a lot ahah. life is getting busier by the day and will be for a very long while sigh but yeah. i'm not dead and since i am gonna leave town for a lil while (going to freeze myself over at a friend's house in the mountains lmao) i just wanted to make a quick check up message. i hope you're feeling good (how's the christmas season going? yesterday i spent one hour trying to not kill myself while decorating the tree)

also the scaracat piece was really cute, so thank you. distractions are always welcome in stressful times, and scara is my favourite distraction.

speaking of scara i, well, am feeling feelings recently. (one of my best friends would say "emozioni sono state emozionate" which literally means "emotions have been emotioned", to mantain that funny out of grammar tone)

me talking about scara seriously would be very long tho bc how can it not be, so instead i'll be leaving you with a funny list of scara fun facts courtesy of the italian fandom. idk how much this can be funny to a non italian but if i can get a smile out of you, that's fine to me: <3

- "wanderer" has been translated in the newly upcoming italian version! specifically, it has been translated as "vagabondo", which has been found hilarious by everyone as a famous italian songs with the same title quotes "i, a wanderer, with no money in my pockets, but at least there's God above me". not only am i the one that's gonna end up pennyless by his arrival, but it's so funny given scara's quite turbulent past with gods lol

- speaking of wanderer, his clothes' palette matches perfectly that of the famous italian soccer team of naples. this has led to everyone making memes of scara with naples' scarves and shirts and even soccer themed rooms and the meme that scaramouche was the new member of naples got so out of hand that some non genshin players actually started believing naples had gotten a new soccer player. scara has since been nominated an honorary napolitan by the community, which is even more hilarious bc the stereotypical napolitan is the farthest thing away from scara you could possibly think about

- less than a funny fact and more than, well, a curiosity? scara's burst in the italian translation has been written off as "fantasticherie burrascose", which is an extremely fancy use of words to say "stormy fantasies". i cannot possibly convey how funny it sounds to me personally but i find the actual meaning to be actually quite fitting to scara as a character

with this i really have to go ahah. this hair are not gonna wash themselves

i wish you a good week bunny, ti voglio bene!

- 🍓

P.S. just realised the "gl" in "voglio" is the same there is in "tartaglia" (they're pronounced the same bc italian has consistent pronounciation unlike english lol) which is very nice bc i indeed want tartaglia. like, a lot

P.P.S. good luck with the scara pulls! for what concerns myself i'll keep fingers crossed not only to get him, but hopefully with cons too? meager hopes but hopes are what keeps us living ig

I kept this ask back from being answered because I thought it was the last I was going to receive for quite a while - but it’s selfish to not even give you a response. I’ll really miss you if you end up too busy, but I suppose that’s just life.

The seasons over, but I had a nice christmas surprisingly (even though it’s probably my least favourite holiday). Feeling good though overall? Hm. Well, things are stressful at the moment, it’s constantly up and down but I can say with confidence even though it’s like this, I’m doing good overall. So there’s no need to worry :) (putting up trees is a nightmare omg pls I feel ur struggle)

I completely forgot I even said to go check that out- but I’m really happy you liked it and glad that it helped. I’ve written some more stuff in the mean time, I’m not going to ask you to read them this time, they’re just there if you want to

emotions have been emotioned, I need to start using that one because that’s exactly how to describe what’s happened for my feelings over the little guy. Like. Wow. That’s the perfect phrase. 10/10 fr !

you can come into my inbox any time you like and please don’t be afraid to send stuff in even if I don’t reply to the first one (I promise I’ll get there, slowly but surely, you’re never ever a bother - you’re actually a highlight of being on tumblr) so if you wanna blurt all ur scara brainrot out, I’m always here

(all of these got a chuckle/giggle out of me, so it was more than a smile <33)

- the amount of irony pls lmfao, although it is actually accurate with nahida looking over him now. Speaking of penniless, this mf drained me of my entire storage of primos (still, got his c1 but man he didn’t make it easy at all)

- the fact that non genshin players started thinking scara was a new player, knowing absolutely nothing about his personality and who he is in the game - AND he’s an honorary player? i did see a few memes of him with a football under his foot (or next to it) when his redesign was first released, and they did the same thing with heizou so who knows, maybe heizou is also an honorary football member somewhere. (but if they were to ever go against each other, my money would be on scara)

- stormy fantasies huh. well. ahem. isn’t being stepped on one of the biggest fantasies the scara nation has?/hj. no but you’re right, I can’t explain it but it is very fitting for him, I’m just not smart enough to go into depth about it ;;;

ti voglio bene dearest fragola, I miss you in my inbox and hope you come back at some point, and I hope you got scara !! he’s a very fun character, just a little fragile (although if you have a healer or a shield character, this shouldn’t be that much of a problem)

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

[haitaniapologist]

FOR YOUR LOVE I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.

pairings — haitani ran x female!reader.

genre — fluff, smut, a little bit of angst because they are idiots in love.

warnings — an unhealthy obsession with using dashes instead of commas, sentences with strange structures and grammatical errors because english isn’t my first language, sexual content, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink, nipple play, strong language, violence, violence between kids, minor character death, an horrible family, implied domestic abuse, stab and knife mentions, SPOILERS for the tenjiku arc and the three deities fight, plot divergence.

word counting — 9.3k

song — bad liar, selena gomez / for you love, maneskin.

notes — first time writing such a long smut scene, so it's probably a bit cringe? idk. but a big big kiss to @markedsweetly who heard my concerns and hyped me up to write this. i made ran and rindou one year apart for plot purposes. reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated <3 i can't write short fics anymore lmao

tagging — @mitsuika @etheralyonn @aetheriaess @sanzu-s and em too i love you guys mwah

THERE'S +18 CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

you first met the haitani brothers when you were seven.

born and raised in roppongi, with an almost millionaire grandmother, your parents gladly left her your education — while they enjoyed her money in fancy trips to europe or to southern asia, everything to not be caught on her iron grip.

that meant that you — her only grandchild — was the victim of her loud voice and cold gestures. even though all the riches in the world surrounded you while you grew up, you only craved attention. a kind word here and there, sometimes a hug or a kiss on your cheek would be enough. but it seemed that you were never enough for your grandmother and, when you started to use glasses, everything became worse. you weren't her perfect grandchild anymore, and she blames your father's genes for that — of course, hers and her daughter's dna were perfect and would never produce such a failure.

but you liked your glasses. you looked like a smart cartoon character, but your grandmother's words were too painful for a seven year old to endure. and you did what your seven year old mind imagined was the best solution: you ran away from her and from her home.

you didn't know the neighborhood that much, as the old woman never left you wander alone, but your tiny feet brought you to a playground, a place you never had the chance to visit before. you only played inside your grandmother's house, and your heart ached to meet kids your age and scrape your knees like they did. you didn't know what to do first — it seemed like infinite possibilities had opened themselves for you, and you wanted to try them all.

the swing was your favorite of them all. the strange feeling in your tummy from swinging back and forth and seeing the world from different perspectives was the best feeling you ever experienced, but even that couldn’t erase the loneliness you felt. there were some other kids in the playground, and they all seemed to be friends. you wanted to try to socialize with them, but you were too shy to do so.

“hey, four-eyes!” you heard someone calling, and stopped the swing, thinking it was with you — you were the only kid wearing glasses in the playground, or so you thought.

but you weren't, and you watched with horror as two older kids surrounded a boy your age, with a round pair of glasses adorning his face.

it was some sort of camaraderie what you felt for haitani rindou at that moment. you two were the only kids with glasses in the playground, and you couldn't let the older kids bully him because of that. you needed to help him somehow, and an abandoned bat and the stupid courage of a seven-year-old child was what you needed to help the boy in distress. glasses were cute, and if the older kids couldn't understand that, it was their problem!

“where the fuck is your brother?” you heard the taller one ask while you organized your plan in your head. “if you don't tell us where he is, you'll be the one paying for what he did to my bike!” you watched with admiration as the boy only scoffed and returned his eyes to his book.

“listen here, you little shit.” the book was taken away from his hands, and you knew it was the time to act. “you don't understand how bad your situation is? we are older than you, and we’re in two, while you—” the older kid didn't finish his sentence because your bat met his head, making a loud crack sound.

rindou watched with something akin to awe in his violet eyes as a girl with pigtails and a pink skirt beat the shit out of a ten year old bothering him. but he joined you in the fun, too, before the other kid could do anything to you. how could he not? first, he knew ran was going to tease him if word reached him that his little brother was saved by a girl, and second, those boys were bothering him for no reason. ran wasn't the one who stole his bike — he didn't need to steal anything. their parents were rich, for god's sake.

you two punched and kicked the boys until one of them collapsed to the ground, too bruised up to do anything except accept his fate, and the other ran away, too afraid of the rage of two seven year olds with glasses.

rindou watched curiously as you straightened your skirt — he never saw you before, and he and ran knew all the kids in roppongi. “you didn't need to help me.” he was the first one to speak, cleaning his lenses in his shirt.

“geez, is this your way to thank me?” you replied in the same tone of voice, sitting again in the swing.

“i never asked for your help.”

you chuckled at his answer. "but i'm sure you would need it." you shrugged. you didn’t know what urged you to help him — but you wanted to make you dad proud, as he always said you should help those in need when he found time on his “busy” schedule to talk to you. “your glasses are cool. i'm y/l/n y/n.” you offered him your hand.

rindou found you interesting. you seemed like one of those spoiled and preppy kids, but just by the way you kicked that kid's stomach, he knew you were different. “haitani rindou.” he sat in the swing next to you, shaking your hand, the book long forgotten. “your glasses are cool too.”

that handshake was the beginning of the greatest friendship that ever existed, in your and rindou’s opinion.

that afternoon, you and rindou talked about everything. from your favorite cartoons to your home live, you opened yourself to him — you never thought you needed someone to complain about your grandmother to, and rindou made you realize that she was a bitch. he also told you about how absent his parents were, and the only person who took care of him was his older brother. you envied him for having someone as kind as his brother seemed to be in his life.

“we can take care of you!” he blurted out, feeling his cheeks heaten up. “if you want, that is.” rindou added, not looking at you, a pout in his lips.

before you could agree, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling for your newest friend.

“i finally found you, rin! it's time for dinner.”

already? you didn't notice the time passing, too entertained by your chat with the youngest haitani. you pouted. no one seemed to be looking for you, and you're too prideful to go back to your grandma's house again, but you were hungry.

“ran!” rindou exclaimed, his face lighting up at his brother's presence. ran eyed you curiously. he was observing you and his brother chatting for almost half an hour before making his presence known, intrigued as to how you managed to make him open up. rindou wasn’t an extroverted kid, and mainly talked only to ran — though he was a little bit jealous that he wasn’t his brother's only friend anymore — so to know that rindou found a friend for himself, made ran happy. but, judging by the red skin on both of your hands, the oldest haitani knew how you two bonded up. “that guy who thought you stole his bike came to bother me.” rindou updated him on what happened. “me and y/n beated the shit out of them. you should’ve seen how scared they were.”

oh. so you could beat people, huh.

kind of ashamed to meet rindou’s older brother face, you just waved in his direction. the rumbling in your stomach wasn’t helping too, and you knew that if stealing food would be your only option, you would starve to death.

too caught up in your mind, you only noticed ran’s presence when his shoes appeared in your field of vision.

“i’m haitani ran. thank you for helping my brother.” he offered you your hand, just as you did with rindou, and you shook it.

“y/l/n yn.” you answered, lifting your face to meet his eyes. with age, you came to realize that was the moment when you fell in love with him, even though you didn’t know what romantic love was. but you were sure that the first time you looked in haitani ran’s violet hues was when your entire life became doomed, as if they cursed you. even if you tried to find eyes like his — with a longing in them, something that made your heart ache, that made you want to cradle him in your arms and kiss his worries away — you would never be able to find.

haitani ran cursed you with just a look.

that night, ran and rindou took you to their home. their parents were in a business trip, so it was just the two of them in their house. your mind couldn’t comprehend how their parents could have left them alone, without the supervision of an adult, but you envied their freedom. the haitani brothers had wings, while you were clipped by your grandmother the day your parents left you with her.

you told them how your home life was, and ran swore that, someday, he would beat the shit out that cranky ass old woman that made your life so miserable. he didn’t know what came to him to be so protective of you — maybe it was because you helped rindou and he felt in debt with you, but deep down, ran knew that it was because he never wanted to see that sad pout gracing your lips ever again. you were too cute to be sad, and his eight-year-old self blushed when he thought that. rindou even gave him a puzzled look at his reddened cheeks, but ran just shoved the bowl of ramen noodles in his brother’s face.

they fed you and gave you a place to sleep that night, and you didn’t even know how to thank them — because ran and rindou showed you that existed a world that wasn’t dull and cold, with just cruel wolds and punishments when you did something wrong. they showed you that kindness and fun still existed, and you wished you could’ve lived with them forever.

“so.” ran started while he and rindou helped you make the couch a little more comfortable for him to sleep. he was a gentleman, and he would never let a lady sleep on the couch. “do you accept rin’s offer? can we take care of you?”

rindou almost choked on his own spit with his big brother’s words, and they fell into their routine of bantering over what one said. ran almost missed your answer, but, as a teenager, he swore it was the moment he fell in love with you.

“yes!” you said, a full-teeth smile making its way to your lips.

but morning came, with your dad in the door of the haitani house, banging on it desperately.

you didn’t know what to do when he hugged you while crying, just putting your tiny arms around his shoulders. it was at the doorstep of the haitanis that your father showed you, for the first time in months, a sign that he loved you — promising you that he and your mother were divorcing and you would live with him, away from that witch that called herself your grandmother.

ran and rindou watched with confused looks on their faces the scene folding in front of them, but they understood what happened when you called that man “dad” and how tightly he held you.

he was the only one looking for you.

you said goodbye to the brothers with a kiss on their cheeks, thanking them for taking care of you.

you were a bit sad, of course. you enjoyed your time with them, and was afraid that maybe you would never see them again. it would be a shame — when you thought you had finally make friends, you would lose them as if they were dust.

however, in a hot night in the middle of july, after moving in with your father to a house a lot smaller than your grandmother’s — still as fancy as hers, though, because you dad was a rich man still, married or not to your mother — but that you actually felt like home in, you were meet with ran and rindou throwing pebbles at your window.

the smile you gave them could rival the brightness of the sun, in ran's eyes, and that was the start of your late night rendezvous with the brothers.

the friendship you had with both of them was different — it was like you and rindou were cut from the same flesh, siblings from different mothers. you were best friends, and you would do anything to see a smile on rindou's lips. the feeling was mutual, of course. with rindou, you felt that you had someone you could share anything with, without the fear of being judged. with you, rindou found someone that wouldn't make fun of his interests and someone that understood him. you always encouraged him to be more open about his feelings and not stay in his brother's shadow for too long, and he always supported you on your strange hobbies.

however, things with ran were different.

you couldn't call what you two had as friendship. teasing each other was what you did more than anything, and even if sometimes ran said things that would hurt you, you replied with the same venom he used on you. his presence annoyed you, and he said you were an insufferable daddy's little girl — and he was a lanky bastard that didn’t have manners in your eyes. besides that, you still would do anything for him and he would protect you from anything and anyone — both saying it was for rindou's sake.

at twelve and thirteen, rindou and ran were arrested for the murder of the vice president of the largest gang in tokyo, roppongi kyougoku. you didn't know how to react. you knew how violent they could be, sometimes even joined them in their conquest of roppongi and seeing with your own eyes how they fought — it was to kill or to be killed, nothing in between. but you weren't expecting things escalating that much and, of course, you were worried about them. why they, alone, decided to accept a fight with the city's largest gang?

when you visited them in juvie for the first time, asking what happened, rindou said it was because they were challenged by them, and wanted to show to everyone that the haitanis brothers could rule roppongi just fine, without the need of a gang behind them. ran, however, had something else in mind before killing that guy that even rindou didn't know: he overheard the vice president of roppongi kyougoku commenting with the president how you would be a cute whore for them when they ended the haitani brothers.

but he would never tell you that. it would break your heart knowing you were, somehow, responsible for a man's death. but ran couldn't contain the anger inside himself when he overheard them talking so poorly of you and when rindou had the guy between his legs, the oldest haitani extravasated.

that got both him and his brother in juvie, but he would do that again — if that meant protecting you.

your visits were the highlight of their weeks. you were only allowed one day per week by your dad, and they understood why. they were delinquents who didn't have a future, hands only meant to punch and kill, while you had all the opportunities of the world in your soft ones, just waiting to be picked up by you.

but you still stuck alongside them, nonetheless. rindou was your best friend, and ran, well — ran was your first love. you couldn't leave them behind.

they left juvie after almost two years of being in it, and you were there to meet the haitanis when they were released. they were different, somehow, and you couldn't bear yourself to ask what happened to them there. you were well aware of what could've happened, and your heart ached for them. the hug you gave rindou was like water in the middle of a desert, and you hadn't realized how much you missed your best friend in your life. rindou wasn't one to go to school that much — he only went because you pestered him — and when he was away, you noticed that no one could compare to him.

you even though you had got over your silly crush on ran, but only the feeling of his hands hugging your waist was enough for you to know that they were always there.

but he only saw you as a younger sister, the girl with pigtails and pink skirt that bonded with his brother over with by punching some bullies, you were sure of that. he never gave you clues thinking about you in another way, but why, since he left juvie, he was more affectionate with you? kissing your forehead every time he saw you, offering piggy-back rides when you were too tired after spending the night in their company, and even putting his arm over your shoulders when you three were in crowded places.

maybe your mind was just playing tricks with you, making you over analyze things that were just what they were — a brother giving his sister some affection.

you still stuck with them nonetheless, even though their business was becoming more and more dangerous — the haitani brothers could be the kings of roppongi, but you were its princess. your everyday life was still the same, but everything was different. everyone seemed to be afraid of you now, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t complain about it. the feeling of being feared was amazing, and just the thought of you telling something that happened to the haitani brothers was enough to make people afraid to mess with you.

and, of course, the rumors about ran killing that guy because he had badmouthed you was starting to spread — ran didn’t care, and you didn’t believe it.

it was three peaceful — as much as peaceful it could be being friends with the haitani brothers could be — years, and your’s and ran’s feelings were just getting stronger. rindou noticed, being the perceptive boy he was, but every time he tried to bring the subject with both of you, he received two different reactions — your blushing face and high pitched words about ran just seeing you as a sister and you seeing him as a brother, and ran slightly widen eyes, but overall impassive face, dismissing his younger brother.

two idiots. that was what you were. but what could he do? you two weren’t children anymore, and should sit and talk and sort your feelings for each other. he was getting tired of the stolen glances and blushing cheeks and subtle touches. he could endure long make out sessions and whatever more couples did, if that meant that useless pinning would stop.

at seventeen, you became tenjiku’s princess.

you were kind of surprised to know ran and rindou were in a gang, but when rin told you the leader was someone they met in juvie, you understood. you didn’t personally meet the members of the s-62 generation, aside from ran and rindou, but you knew what they were. you even teased rindou about it — he was almost like a kid that didn’t have friends so just hung out with his brother’s ones — but it was just that. they didn’t want to drag you into the darkness of their job, and ran especially forbid rindou to talk too much about them to you. you were too precious to fall in the cobweb of dangerous things they did.

but you met them when tenjiku was formed, and despite everything telling you to not get involved, you found yourself lost in another pair of violet eyes.

your relationship with kurokawa izana wasn’t one for the movies. neither of you loved each other, and he knew when you looked into his eyes you were thinking of someone else — someone he knew was fuming internally every time he kissed you in front of him, or when he was affectionate with you in front of the whole gang but he didn’t care. you helped him relieve stress when he needed, and he helped you forget the eyes that cursed you when you were seven, even if it was for a few moments. it was a mutual benefit relationship, without both parties having feelings for each other. it was what you both needed at the time.

ran, on the other side, was miserable.

no one could know, of course. if izana was the one who made you happy, he was fine with that. but why couldn't it be him? why couldn’t be him receiving your kisses, your hands on his own, or you trapped between his arms? every time he saw you with izana it was like a knife piercing his heart. but maybe that was what love was: a knife, and in loving you, he gave it in your hands and orientated you in what direction you should stab — his chest, and he would gladly bled to death if it was your hands stabbing him.

every time someone asked if he was okay — hell, even shion noticed he wasn’t on his best days — he told he was, and ran though everyone was buying his excuses of waking up with his left foot, but everyone could see the longing reflecting on his eyes when the couple was in the same room as him.

however, the guilt of what you were doing to izana was too much for you to handle. he was such a sweet boy and handled you with the most care in the world, but you wished it was another pair of hands interlaced with yours. another pair of hands running through your skin on moonless nights, another pair of hands caressing your lips and another pair kissing them. you felt as if you committed the biggest sin on earth every time you closed your eyes and imagined ran instead of izana touching you.

but you still cried when kurokawa izana bled to death in front of you, ran’s arms securely wrapped around you and rindou by your side. you didn’t love him as a partner should, but as a friend. izana was there to listen to your late night thoughts when rindou wasn’t, and you cared deeply for him as a friend should.

you stayed with them, watching sorrowfully when ran closed both izana’s and kakucho’s eyes, tears freely falling from your eyes. you said nothing — you couldn’t.

but when the s-62 generation expressed their desire to stay with their leader until the police arrived, you snapped off of your trance.

“no.” it was what you said to rindou.

“no what? this isn’t your choice, y/n.” he replied more harshly than he intended to. you were in a delicate state of vulnerability, but so was he.

you inhaled profoundly, new tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. “are you really going to leave me again, rin?” you asked, your lips quivering and heart clenching. “this time isn’t juvie.” you tried to resonate with him, but rindou wasn’t meeting your eyes. his mind was already made. “then let me stay with you. it’ll be better if i’m with you in jail.”

“y/n, listen to me, okay? we owe it to izana, you don’t. you need to go back home before the cops arrive.” rindou tried to resonate, but the sight of you crying wasn’t helping. he wasn’t the best at dealing with emotions, and when you cried, he normally just held you until you stopped — but you were never crying about him, or trying to make him listen to you. automatically his eyes searched for ran’s, who understood his brother needed help.

“y/n?” ran called for you, scooting closer to where you and his brother were. when you didn’ answer, he tried a different approach. “pretty girl?” he wasn’t one to call you by pet names — rather than daddy’s girl or stinky — but he needed you to listen.

but ran wasn’t ready to see your tear streamed face.

he thought he knew what pain was. he thought pain was when he called for his mother in the middle of the night after a nightmare, only to be met by silence. he thought pain was when he watched rindou getting lost in books rather than socialize with other kids. he thought pain was covering rin’s ears when they’re just kids so he couldn’t hear their parents fighting. heck, he even thought pain was watching you and izana all lovey-dovey in front of him. but nothing could prepare him to see you crying over him and his brother.

“come here.” he called you and you obeyed, feeling the tip of his fingers touching your cheeks, wiping them. you didn’t notice him taking off his gloves. every tear that came down from your eyes was like an ocean on his face, and he swore he would be anything you desired if you returned to smile. “that’s our choice, pretty girl. but we can promise you one thing. are you listening?”

you nodded, leaning into his touch.

“we will come back to you.” still with a hand on your face, he handed you the pair of his gloves. you took as it was something worthy of your worship. with a kiss to your forehead, ran put you on your way home, his heart heavy and hammering in his chest.

he knew he wouldn’t keep his promise.

you deserved so much better, and the adoration in your eyes when you looked at him was the most powerful weapon you had against him.

—

you were met only with rindou when you came to pick the brothers from jail.

the disappointment in your face wasn’t ignored by your best friend, but it was ran’s decision to not indulge in his feelings for you. the youngest haitani tried to talk sense in the oldest mind, but he also didn’t want to listen to ran’s depressing talk about you deserving a man that would give what the best the world had to offer and not the worse, so he let his older brother to his devices. if he wanted to avoid you like the plague, that was ran’s fault.

“ran said he couldn’t wait for you because he needed… to see if our house is still standing.” rindou hated lying to you, but what he could do? ran’s feelings were his business, and he didn’t have enough energy to deal with it.

it was bullshit and you knew it. because you took care of their house when they were away.

you were hurt due to ran’s actions. you didn’t understand what wrong you did that caused him to act as if you didn’t exist, not even sparing a glance your way when you were hanging out with rin in their home, and you felt like a fool thinking your feelings were reciprocated. but the way he held your face on that august day, how gentle he was wiping your tears and how tenderly he kissed your forehead made you think that maybe, just maybe, ran haitani loved you as much you loved him. he even gave you his gloves as a sign of his promise, and just stared at you blankly when you returned them. but you were wrong, of course, and it angered you, and, in turn, you started to avoid him too.

he couldn't pretend that it didn't bother him, because it did, but you were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. however, you were still beside them, even when ran and rindou joined rokuhara tandai — but in contrast with tenjiku, you weren't involved that much with the gang members or its interests. you knew south and kakucho, of course, but you were now a college student and didn't have the same time you did when you were a high schooler. that only added to ran's resolution — you deserved someone who was studying to have a future, and not a gang member like him, that only knew how to kill rather than do mathematics.

it was a rainy day when everything changed.

you were studying for an exam in the haitanis' home — your father was with one of his mistresses and you couldn't focus with their loud moans in your room — when both ran and rindou received a message from south, requesting their presence for a fight. you tried to not sound too worried, especially for ran, when you asked what happened. you knew they were going to be fine, they always promised you that.

you gave rindou your goodbye, murmuring a muffled good luck on his chest, ignoring completely ran — and not seeing how his face winced in longing and a bit of hurt to not receive your hugs. but it was for the best, it was what he told himself.

rindou just rolled his eyes at his brother's and his best friend's antics. he was on the verge of treating you two like kids and lock you in a room until you fucked.

you watched from the window them getting on their bikes, your gaze locking with ran's. it was almost violent, the intensity of it, and anger boiled inside you. he was the one who started to ignore you, and now he looked at you as if you stole all the stars of his universe? you gave ran your middle finger and returned to your books, turning off your cellphone to not be distracted by anything.

fuck him and his violet eyes.

but it was getting late, and they weren't back yet.

you knew you could trust in them. the haitani brothers ruled roppongi alone, and you saw testaments of their strength many times before. but your gut was telling you that something was wrong, and you feared for the worst.

with your cellphone in hands, almost calling rindou to see if everything was alright, you heard the door opening. almost sighing in relief because the brothers were safe, the relief you were feeling soon turned into annoyance.

“ran, for god's sake, get out of the counter, you're wetting my textbooks!” you almost screamed, seeing months of your work being wasted because of ran's recklessness.

he gave you a puzzled look. “as if i care for your textbooks right now, y/n.” ran took a deep breath and you noticed how his face was filled with pain. you furrowed your brow, both in irritation and worry, but ran seemed to interpret that as the first. “well, i'm sorry, miss perfect, but i have other problems right now than thinking about your damn textbooks!”

you rolled your eyes, instinctively going to take the first aid kit they had in the bathroom. when you arrived back in the kitchen, ran was already shirtless. but you were too worried about your textbooks to actually care about that. “oh, yes? what could be more important in your life than my textbooks? your ego as a delinquent that is clearly hurt?” you noticed that he was quite beaten up, and that was unusual for ran. since he killed the vice president of that gang, ran only used his baton during fights. “can you please move over so i can take my books out of here and help you?” you almost pleaded, your hands already making movements they knew since you were eight.

ran scoffed but did what he was told. you smiled at him while putting your textbooks on a safer place, returning to your task at cleaning his wounds.

“my ego isn’t hurt. i still have a long line of girls wanting to fuck me unlike you, who only have eyes to those damn textbooks.” he replied harshly, and you felt as if your heart broke into a million pieces.

yes, you knew that. ran was a beautiful man, with his two colored braids and enigmatic violet eyes — then why did such acknowledgement coming from his mouth hurt you like that? was it because you didn't stand a chance against those girls? because you weren't pretty enough, or hot enough? because you've never been enough for him?

“you jealous? at least my textbooks aren't assholes like you.” you managed to say, but your voice was much weaker than before and you hated how his words had such an effect on you.

you two stayed silent for a few moments, you trying to not shed the tears that were blurring your line of vision, focusing you eyes in the black ink on his chest, and ran heavily breathing, as if being close to you was equivalent to running a marathon.

“y/n.” ran called you, his voice an octave lower. you acted as if you didn't listen to him, keeping your eyes trained on his chest, cleaning another cut. the urge to ask him who did that and to chase that person to the depths of hell for doing that with him was almost consuming you. “look at me.”

you felt his fingertips touching your cheek, and you closed your eyes. his touch was as light as a feather — but it burned you, as if he wanted to leave his mark on your face, to show everyone you were a property of haitani ran. and you almost gave in and opened your eyes, but you would be doomed if you did that. they would curse you, again.

“fuck you, ran.” you spitted, but your voice was too soft for what came from your mouth to be considered an insult. but his name on your tongue was almost like a nectar, too sweet and addicting — you wanted to say it until your voice became hoarse with need for him. you felt ran's lips on your jaw, and a shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his kisses. “i hate you.”

you felt the vibrations of his chuckle beneath your hands on his chest before you heard it, and the sound of it erupted butterflies in your stomach. then you felt a kiss to the corner of your lips, and you cursed your body for reacting so dearly to him and his touch, your cheeks reddening up. “we both know this is not true, y/n.” ran whispered against your skin, caging you between his arms. there was nowhere you could go now. you nodded your head negatively, and ran chuckled again.

you were too damn adorable with your eyes shut as if ran was a demon offering you a pact, and you were a saint being tempted by him. but maybe he was that, and he couldn't wait to ruin you — especially now that he was aware of your feelings, judging by how you reacted to his words. ran didn't mean to hurt you, too upset with the loss of someone he called a friend and unfortunately lashed out on you when you didn’t deserve it.

but he was determined to make up, and show you that even if he had all the girls in the world at his feet, you were the only one he would ever want.

“no? you hate me?” he mocked you, and you felt his nose brush against yours, his lips mere centimeters from touching your own. “then why don't you look at me, my pretty girl?” he asked in faux curiosity, one of his hands finding its place in the base of your neck. you heart was hammering inside your ribcage, and your lips parted at the possessiveness dripping of his voice. “if you look at my eyes and say that you hate me, i'll leave you alone.”

it was such a tempting offer, but could you do that? did you want to do that? ran was where you always envisioned him in your wildest dreams — towering over you, encaging you with his long arms and lips brushing your own. however, was he just doing that because he wanted his dick wet and you were the closest pussy he had? you didn't want ran to toy with your feelings. you were already so hurt from how he was acting towards you and his words earlier — you were too vulnerable right now, and you hoped he wasn't using that just to get into your pants.

but the way he was holding you, how his breath was fanning in your face and how quickly his heart was beating beneath your hand was proof that he was desperate for a reaction from you. ran never thought he ever felt such need in his entire life, especially to hear words coming from your mouth. he needed to know if you would give yourself to him — because, if you were willing to, he would gladly give and devoted himself entirely to you.

you slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the kitchen light, and you noticed that ran's face was much closer than you first thought. you could count the small freckles he had in his cheekbones and watched as his pupils winding by the sight of your eyes. it was almost as if he was getting high just for being that closer to you.

“so?” he taunted you, lips brushing against yours.

you were ready to say it, the words tasting like raw onion in your mouth — maybe it wasn't what you wanted, but what you needed. you should sit and talk to ran before anything else. you couldn't give your heart to someone you didn't know if wanted to take care of it.

“i… i want you.”

it was everything ran needed to hear before closing the distance between yours and his lips.

it started gently, as if you both were too afraid it was just a dream and you could wake up anytime, alone and cold in your beds. but, as soon your hands traveled from ran's chest to his shoulders and you came impossible closer to him, something shifted. the kiss became more aggressive, more primal, as if you two were beings led by carnal desire before anything. the hands that was in the back of your neck made their way to your throat, and you gasped when ran gave an experimental squeeze.

that was his excuse to deepen the kiss, and you swore that he ruined any other kiss you've already had.

no one ever kissed you with the same desperation as ran did, with the same desire. as if he was a sinner and you were a goddess promising him forgiveness, as if you were something worthy of endless worship. but, in ran's eyes, you were — the moment his hands touched you skin he felt a little less war torn, and he knew peace, truly peace, having you between his legs and your hands circling his shoulders.

his lips suddenly left yours, and before you could even protest, ran nuzzled his head in your neck, his lips leaving a trail of red marks on your smooth skin. and your hands were in his hair, messing the perfectly styled braids he did every morning, but he couldn't care less. not when you were chanting his name like the most rare breed of nightingale, like a siren who was trying to make him her next prey.

“ran, ran, ran.” you sang, and moaned audibly when he bit down on a particular spot that even you didn't know would feel so good. ran swore that no drug effect could ever compare to you moaning his name like that.

you whined when ran’s lips left your neck, and he cradled your face between his hands, his thumb brushing your swollen lips. he was drinking in the sight of your dishevelled hair, flushed cheeks and chest raising and falling quickly. you were a work of art, and he was the artist. but he was no better, and your pupils were widened of how discomposed he looked — totally different from the calm and smooth ran you knew.

“what is it, my pretty girl? were you calling for me?” he asked in faux sympathy, because he knew what you wanted. but he wanted the words leaving your lips, you begging for him. “what do you want, hmm?”

you inhaled deeply, your senses too numb by his smell. “i want you, ran.” you pleaded, blinking slowly at him.

he smirked at you. “i already know that, y/n. aren't you a big girl with heavy textbooks? use the words you learned in them to answer what i asked.” he mocked you, and you huffed.

as much as you wanted to be a brat, the ache between your legs was too strong to let you spit back at him and lose the chance of making it better. “please, ran. i want your cock inside me, filling me up! please!” hot tears were almost slipping from your eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to make him beg for you. make him moan your name as you were doing with his.

he hummed, and you felt humiliated — you knew he was as desperate as you were, but why weren't you in control of the situation too? “if my girl asked so nicely, who i am to deny her?”

he easily lifted himself from the counter with you on his arms, and you hooked your legs around his waist, using this opportunity to pamper his neck with kisses — biting here and there, trying to extract gasps or moans from him. and when you did, you swore it was the most amazing sound that graced your ears in a long time.

“fuck, y/n.” ran moaned audibly, closing the door of his room with his feet, and the sound went straight to your core. you smiled proudly at the sight of the red skin of your neck, knowing that it would leave a bruise. “admiring your handwork, baby?” he teased you and you smirked up to him, feeling your back touch the mattress.

“it’ll show the line of whores after you who you belong to, baby.”

ran was caught by surprise by your words, but something inside him flamed up. it was good to see this new side of you — if ran knew how possessive you could get just by an assumption, he’d said those words to you sooner. before you could try to change your position and be on top of him, ran’s palm slid inside your shirt, pressing you down in the sheets.

“ran.” you tried to protest, but his other hand circled your throat again, and you held your breath.

his signature smirk made its way to his lips. “not tonight, pretty girl. i’m trying to redeem myself because of how i treated you, y’know.” you nodded, the hand in your throat soon meeting the one inside your shirt. the piece of fabric was soon on the floor, and ran’s head was between your breasts, kissing the skin that was uncovered by your bra.

you helped him with taking it off, tossing the bra in the direction you thought your shirt was, chuckling at the faint blush covering his cheeks. “what? never saw a pair of boobs in your life?” you teased, but guided his head to one of your perky nipples.

“not as beautiful as yours.” ran whispered against your skin, his tongue soon encircling your left bud, enlightening a mewl to leave your swollen lips.

you sang his name again, and ran felt as if he was the most powerful man on earth. your praises, your moans, your reactions, everything you were doing was making his cock twitch inside his boxers — and that prompted his mouth to leave your left nipple and starting to pay attention to the right one, while his hand travelled to the hem of your panties. he needed to feel your cunt clenching around his fingers and, then, his dick.

your mind was filled with pleasure, and you just noticed that something had changed when you felt one of ran’s long fingers passing through your folds. “w-what—” you felt ashamed with the sound you made when ran’s thumb started to circle your clit.

“you are already this wet for me, pretty girl?” he asked, and a high-pitched whine left your lips when he stopped sulking in your breast and his hand left your folds. “take your skirt and panties off, sweetheart.” he demanded, his voice dripping with authority.

firstly, you nodded, your hands unzipping the skirt and tossing it to the ground. “what about you?” you asked breathlessly under his gaze, your body hot and oversensitive. “y-your trousers.” you felt the need to explain, and your face grew even hotter than it was before. you watched with awe as ran unfastened his belt — your gaze enchanted by the intricate lines of the tattoo you knew you would find the other half in rindou's body --- the heavy piece of clothing it was holding falling to the ground. but you regretted your words as soon as ran started to tie your wrists together with it. “why?” you asked with a pout that ran kissed as soon as he was finished with your hands, who were resting in your stomach. “i want to feel you, too.”

he just smirked at you, no more words were needed. because he was a menace, both in streets and in sheets, was your conclusion.

ran positioned himself between your legs, kissing your clothed cunt. “hey there, pretty.” was he speaking with your pussy? but before you could ask him, ran yanked your panties down your legs, gently putting them on top of his trousers, and manoeuvred your legs to rest on his shoulders, as if you were a rag doll. but to some extent, you were — his rag doll. ran could do anything with you now, as you were wrapped around his finger.

you whimpered when you felt his warm tongue licking your arousal from your folds, the act too lewd for you to bear. you were no strange to sex, but doing that with ran was something you weren't prepared for. his eyes were focusing between your cunt and your face, and he was looking at you between your legs like he was a lion, and you were the naive gazelle that entered his den.

your moans and whimpers filled the room alongside the sounds of him slurping your juices, and you got louder as soon as two of ran's fingers entered your hole and his tongue started to play with your clit. the overstimulation was too much for you, and your wrists were aching by the force you used to try to set them free. you needed to use your hands — either to bury ran's face deeper in your cunt or to just feel him, scratch his shoulders or have his hot skin beneath your fingers.

“ran, please, please, please!” you didn't know what you were pleading for — maybe it was to cum or the have your hands free — but your voice prompted him to go faster and faster, until you cummed all over his face.

“good girl.” he praised you, lifting from between your legs. ran watched enamoured how you came down from your high — heavy breathing, tear streamed face and flushed cheeks, the skin of your chest marked with the kisses he left before. “fuck, i love you.” he murmured before kissing you again, not caring if you heard or registered his words — and god, you could taste yourself on his lips. you whimpered on his mouth from the sensation.

the kiss was short, ran's cock inside his boxers too heavy for him to be comfortable doing anything else than just bury himself inside you. he released your hands from his belt and as soon as they were free, you used them to palm the outline of his member on his underwear. “i need it inside me, ran. right now.” you were too sexy commanding him, and ran could cum just by how beautiful you looked up at him.

“your wish is my command, y/n.” he answered breathlessly, freeing his cock from his boxers and you took that opportunity to stroke it, smudging the pre cum that was leaking along its length, pumping it a little.

you beamed at how he moaned your name. “are you liking it, pretty boy?” you asked in the same tone of faux sympathy he used with you earlier, smirking at him. “do you like it when your good girl plays with your cock?” you quickened your pace, smiling at how his breath became quicker with each up and down of your hand.

but soon ran came back to his senses and he smiled down meanly at you. “i would like if my good girl shut her mouth and let me fuck her pretty pussy.” he whispered, towering over you and making you back hit the mattress again, your hand promptly leaving his cock. “or she isn't my good girl anymore?” you felt the tip of his member poking at your entrance, and you mewled. “is she my bad, bad little slut?”

you negatively shook your head, desperate for him to fill you up. “n-no. i'm your good girl, ran, i promise!” pleased with your answer, he started to move — first the head entered your hole, and then a bit of the length, until you grew used to it.

“then why— fucking god, why are you so tight?” he asked more to himself than you, but ran doubted that you would ever answer him seeing how fucked up you were already. he sank a little more into you, until your walls were clenching all around his cock's length. but he didn't move.

why he wasn't moving?

you whimpered in agony, your nails digging crescent forms on the flesh of his shoulders. “ran!” you squealed, urging him to do something. you needed to make him move, and now. “daddy, please.” you whimpered in his ear, tugging his head down by one of his braids. “move, daddy, please.”

fuck. fuck, you would be the death of him with your fucked ou expression and sweet words, calling him daddy as if you knew he liked to have authority in bed. maybe you were a minx and could read his mind and body as much as you wished, knowing exactly how to rile him up. but he fulfilled your wishes, and started to hammer into you at a speed that you thought was impossible. “s'much daddy, it's too much! but it’s s’good, so good for me!” you moaned shamelessly, drool running down your lips, mixing at your chin with the tears of pleasure falling from your eyes.

“yeah, baby girl?” he grunted in your ear, watching as you nodded vigorously at his words. “daddy is spoiling you the way you like it, yeah?” you could only whimper in agreement with his words, too lost in the feeling of having him inside you for the first time to be able to form a coherent sentence.

but ran was no different. he was doing anything he could to not cum immediately at the feeling of your pussy clenching and squeezing around his length, and your moans were only making him go wilder than he already was. his hand found your clit again, and the high-pitched moan that left your lips was enough for him to know that you wouldn't last too long. neither was he, but your pleasure came first that night.

but the way your walls were clenching around him, ran knew you were much closer to cum than he thought. “i love you, ran, oh my god, i love you so much.” you chanted while you came again, and ran swore that you squeezed him even more than you were before.

“my g-good girl.” he whispered, slowing down his pace so he wouldn't cum somewhere you didn't want to. as you returned to your senses, ran quickened his movements up again. “i'm going to cum, sweetheart.” he grunted, and you focused your eyes on him, watching as haitani ran lost his composure because of you. “where do you want me?"

you feigned a thoughtful expression, but your mind was already made. “inside, daddy.”

it was the push ran needed to shoot his cum inside your pussy, coming down to kiss you while he felt eaves of pleasure run through his body. you kissed him back hungrily, finally taking the lead of a situation — making him your rag doll, as you kissed and bit his lips.

ran broke the kiss to slide off of you, laying down next to you. “i love you too, y/n.” he said, pushing your body against his own. you giggled fondly, tracing the patterns of his tattoo. you felt a kiss to your forehead, and sighed happily.

after a few minutes of just your heavy breathings filling the room, you spoke again. “then why… why were you ignoring me?” his behavior was haunting you since the day they were released from jail.

“you deserve someone better.” it was ran's only answer. you kissed his jaw, encouraging him to speak what was inside his mind. “someone… someone so much better than me. someone who can give the entire universe if you want, not someone who can only give you bruises and bloody hands.” it was painful to let such words out of his mouth — what if you agreed with him? what if you thought he was right and would walk away from his life, now that he opened himself fully to you? he was dark and twisted, everything that you weren't and didn’t deserve, and would only bring darkness to your life. but he couldn't force you to stay with him.

“that's what you don't get, ran.” you whispered, your voice full of love and adoration for him. “that's my decision, not yours. and i chose you.” you smiled, nuzzling your face on his chest, his hands encircling your waist and bring your naked body even closer to his. “i choose you and your bruises, your scars and bloody hands. i choose you and your darkness, and your terrible sense of humor, and your braids and everything you have to offer me.” you confessed, cheeks heating up again. “i don't care if i deserve better. i want you. and i’ll always choose you.”

“you're the love of my life, y/n. i swear to god.” you heard him muttering in your hair, smiles filled with love in both of your faces.

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“for fuck's sake.” you heard rindou say from inside his room, a puzzled look on both yours and ran’s face. when did he arrived?

you and ran were now in the kitchen, you wearing one of his shirts and he in a pair of sweats, while he made some ramen noodles for you both — just like he did when you two first met. it had been a long ride since then, but you now could happily say that ran was yours, and you were his.

“what is it, rin-rin?” you smiled at your (now) boyfriend calling his brother by your childhood nickname for him.

rindou appeared in the kitchen, a frown of annoyance adorning his face. “i know you two needed to fuck and sort your feelings, because seeing you two pinning and being depressed because of each other was one of the hardest experiences of my life.” the youngest haitani answered, a disgusted expression on his face. “but, next time, make sure i'm not home.”

your eyes widened. how didn't you think about rindou? ran and rin left together, then why wasn't he with his brother when he arrived?

“i do not need to hear my best friend call my brother daddy again.”

#haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani ran #haitani ran smut #ran haitani #tokyorev x reader #— june writes.

[evil-moonlight]

Thank you so much for the tag @pequenaroo. <3 <3 <3 I appreciate you a lot!! I've read yours and it fascinates me just how cool you are of a person. I am glad to get to know you. <3

Nickname: I am usually called Jin, Rej, Rejin, Ren, Renj, Renji, Rere, Michi, Mich, Din, Den.

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 5'0 💁‍♀️

Time: 11:55 AM

Birthday: June 23

Favorite bands: Kodaline, Sleeping At Last, IV of Spades, Cigarettes After Sex, Coldplay, Eraserheads, Radiohead, Ben&Ben, etc.

Favorite solo artists: Birdy, Hozier, Lana Del Rey, Zild Benitez, Lauren Aquilina, Adele, Ruth B, Kacey Musgraves, James Bay, Moira De La Torre, Aurora, Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift, etc.

Favorite Foods: Lechon, Adobo, Crispy Pata (so filipino mode XD), takoyaki, sushi and sashimi, fried and steamed siomai, carbonara pizza, anything as long as it's food lol

Favorite colors: Black, golden yellow, pink

Last thing I googled: Steps on how to do the pixie cut hairstyle (done at home).

Last show I watched: Ghost Doctor (Last show I rewatched, Bad and Crazy / currently watching, Dangerous Partners)

Last movie I watched: Once again, I'm stuck with rewatching. Last movies were Atonement, The Merciless, Hwayi: A Monster Boy (yes, rewatching these at the same time is possible).

Lucky number: 4 (no reason)

When did I create this blog? Around September last year (I guess). That was when I was searching for Killer and Healer script/novel translated in English, and since I found excellent reviews instead, I ended up creating this blog 'cause I too wanted to write.

Do I have any other blogs? Yes, unfortunately — I cannot access that anymore because I made that one around 2012 (when I used to be a feral kpop fan) and I was too young and too dumb to even memorize my password. Lmao.

Do I get asks? Yes, sometimes. The first one I got was when I was asked if I'm a human or not (but that idiot is a close friend of mine, lol) and I had to really analyze myself just to know the answer like I always did back in college days while solving accounting problems. Af. It was the hardest ask ever! xD

Why did I choose my URL? Evil (because I want to always be reminded about Beyond Evil) and Moonlight (because the word reminds me of Jiang Yue Lou and Chen Yu Zhi from Killer and Healer).

Blogs you follow: woah, didn't expect it would already reach 290 Tumblrs. (majority of them come from the merciless evil devil from hell megafandom, BL, and minority are the poetry enthusiasts)

Dream trip: I'll start with the local tourist destinations here in the Philippines, apart from my own, another Southeast Asian country would be Thailand (just because I'm always mistaken as Thai, lol) then I would love to travel around some parts of East Asia particularly Japan and Taiwan, and the most interesting part is visiting Europe (UK, Italy, Ireland, Netherlands — Amsterdam (the Anne Frank House), Finland, Greece, and Spain (because one of my best friends is currently living there), actually I want to visit the whole Europe. XD), also Algeria, Morocco, and New York City (at the public library where Ash died peacefully reading Eiji's letter 😭, like I'll be having a Bananafish adventure).

Instruments: used to play guitar, and now I'm starting to learn ukulele, and would love to try the piano in the nearest future.

Average hours of sleep: weekdays would be 6-7 hours, weekends would be no sleeping schedule or if I'm lucky enough, 3-4 hours (I know it's not good for the health but)

How many blankets do you sleep with? One is enough.

No pressure tags: @inescated @sashkitty @kimsunho @lamaladelcuento @we-will-fall-in-hell-together 💖

#tag game #it's ALRIGHT if you don't do yours it's okay sweety but i would love to also get to know my mutuals on a personal level #but PLEASE don't pressure yourself with this tag okay? 💖💖💖

[uta-no-sin-sama]

New Post Series Coming Soon: 5 Fun Facts and 5 Headcanons

I hope 2022 has treated you all well so far. I've had this idea for a post series for a couple months now, and wanted to wait until the new year started before I started the series.

This was inspired by a TikTok series by user alli_bugg that she does on her page where she mentions 5 fun facts about various anime characters on their canon birthdays. I figured, why not do that on my blog?

I'm also adding my own little twist to this series by also adding 5 small general headcanons I have for each character. I know most people here just write an imagine as a sort of "special" for character birthdays, but because my life offline is too hectic and energy-draining for that, I figured this would be easier to keep on top of while still celebrating with the rest of the fan base.

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What can some of these fun facts include?

I'm going to try my best to include things that can be found in material other than the anime (the games, manga, etc), but my main source I'll be using is the Fandom wiki page. Some things I might include are:

- star signs

- likes and dislikes

- Canon information (Warning: might contain spoilers, especially for later seasons)

- info about their VAs and their roles outside of Utapri (important note: because Utapri does not have an official English dub at the time of writing and is likely one of those anime that will probably never get an English dub, assume any and all information regarding VAs is for the Japanese versions of any other anime mentioned)

- original concept ideas/stuff deleted from final product we all know and love (this one will probably be lacking, ngl)

What can headcanons include?

I have already posted a few headcanons on here, but I'm going to try not to repeat any of the ones I've already posted. They'll be more focused on the characters themselves rather than in given scenarios. These can include, but are not limited to:

- fluff (what I write best lmao)

- angst (I'll try not to post too much of this, we're celebrating birthdays here, after all)

- possibly canon-inspired

- smut/semi-smut (some characters, definitely not all in this little series)

When can we expect these posts?

My time zone is about 12 hours behind Japan's time zone, so I plan on posting each of these between the hours of noon and midnight EST the day before the birthday of the character in question, so that would make it available sometime between the hours of midnight and noon in Japanese time.

When's (insert best boy/girl here)'s going to be posted?

Here's the order of when I'll post these. There are 23 total characters that will be in this series, 20 of which I regularly write for and 3 I don't usually write for. You can also find the links to their posts here in case you miss any!

January

- 7th: Nagi

- 23rd: Camus

February

- 14th: Ren

March

- 1st: Ai

- 3rd: Haruka

April

- 30th: Yamato

- 11th: Otoya

May

- 5th: Kira

- 15th: Ryuuya (Note: This one might be posted a little bit earlier, maybe by a day or two, because I actually have the same birthday as him lol)

June

- 9th: Natsuki and Syo (they will each have their own post, and I'll try to space it out so they're not posted at the same time)

July

- 7th: Tomochika

- 13th: Reiji

August

- 6th: Tokiya

September

- 1st: Eiichi

- 15th: Ringo

- 29th: Ranmaru

October

- 20th: Eiji

- 31st: Cecil

November

- 4th: Shion

- 22nd: Shining (I'm probably going to regret including him in this list lmfao)

December

- 12th: Van

- 29th: Masato

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I can't wait to start this new series for you all and I hope this will make up for a lack of any kind of imagines as I try to get back into the swing of things.

Up first, our favorite cosmically-cute idol!

- Lizzie Rose

#utapri headcanons #uta no prince sama #utapri #not a scenario or imagine #haruka nanami #starish #quartet night #utapri heavens #tomochika shibuya #new project

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

3 | Cruel Summer

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 1.6

a/n: english it's not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 3! If you want to read the other parts click here

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After a few minutes of crying I felt someone approaching and sitting beside me. I looked up, wiping my eyes, and saw a worried-looking Haz in front of me.

- What happened? Are you okay? I noticed you were missing from the dance floor. - he asked and wrapped one of his arms around me hugging me sideways.

- I’m okay Haz, I think I just got sick, that's all, it must have been the drink.

- Y/n... as you said: I know you from other life, and you didn't even drink much, now tell me, why are you crying? - I hated when he insisted like that, but it was fair, after all he was my brother at heart.

- Haz... I don't want to talk about it, it's so immature I don't even know how to explain it to you, I think it was just something of the moment.

- Did some idiot hurt you? Because I can go back there and...

- No! Nobody did any harm, it's okay... - I said, wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Y/n please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone. You're not one to cry like that...

- I saw Tom kissing Meghan and I felt bad, ok? - I interrupted him, looking at the ground with shame that I had admitted that out loud.

Haz was silent for an infinite number of minutes, processing what I had just said, until he touched my shoulder, I looked at him and I could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Since when do you like Tom that way?

- I don't know the exact date, I just... I started to feel different about him a while after I broke up with Steven... But I think it's just something temporary, you know? Maybe because he is my best friend and treats me well, I ended up having a crush on him, I think that was it, but it will pass, I just need to distract myself with something else...

- Y/n are you sure it's something temporary? Well, I'm your best friend too and you never felt that way about me.

- Yeah, but I always saw you as my brother and Tom as my best friend... I can't explain it, I just know it's different, it always has been, but I'm sure this stronger feeling must be temporary, I just need some time.

- Darling... I'm so sorry. How about we go home? We can watch tv shows and forget about it.

- Are you sure Haz? You were talking to Gracie, I don't want to take you out of the party like that, especially from the side of your other half who I know one day you two will get married, live in a cabin in the woods, have several children and I'll be godmother to them. - I said and Haz laughed and I followed. Laughing after crying is one of the best feelings.

- Damn, you created a whole fanfic. - He said and now I wiped the tears of laughter. - But seriously, we can go, it's already midnight. - He said looking at the watch on his wrist - I'm just going to tell Gracie, so she doesn't think I forget about her and say that you're not feeling well and want to go home, how about that?

- Okay... but only because I'm feeling like crap. - I said pouting and he kissed my head hugging me tight.- I'll be right back, madam.

Haz then got up and went back inside and I took the opportunity to text my mother saying I would be at the Osterfields' house and she sent me an ok.

It took a few minutes and he came back waving for me to join him. I got up, going after him in the parking lot, as he didn’t drink, because he came with his car. We walked in, turning on the radio, and we heard Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer start to play, how ironic.

- Did Tom say something about us leaving? - I asked looking at him.

- No, actually he was busy... but I told Tuwaine and Gracie. - Haz said stopping at the red light.

-Hmm- I sighed trying not to imagine what Tom could be "busy" with. - And Gracie wasn't upset?

- No, I said it was an emergency and she understood. - He smiled in my direction squeezing my hand and I smiled.

- Thank you Haz, I don't know what it would be without you.

- I know, I'm awesome. - He spoke blinking.

- Oh god, I can't even try to say something nice for once. - I said rolling my eyes - But you're really awesome. - and he blew me a kiss in the air and I gave him a laugh shaking my head.

We arrived at Haz's house and Jenna welcomed me with open arms as usual.

We went to Haz's room and I helped him pull up and make the bed besides his own and he gave me a pair of pajamas that I could wear. I went into the bathroom and took off my defeat-smudged makeup and came back lying next to Haz on the top bed as we turned on the tv to a random show that was on. But, of course, we don't pay any attention, because we are talking the whole time.

-... So, Gracie said she liked my eyes a lot, and I didn't know what to do. - He said while we discussed the events of the night, ignoring Tom and company.

- Aww Hazzy, what a cute little cliché. - I said making a melted face. - And you didn't say anything?

- I just said thank you and I said hers were beautiful too, but I got nervous, that's when I realized you were gone and I went after you.

- Wow, I can't believe I ruined this perfect moment.

- Nah, don't even worry, I have all the time in the world, in fact she's from my class, so we still have a lot of opportunity to talk. - he said and I nodded yawning.

- Let's go to sleep? It's almost 3 in the morning. - He said turning off the TV and I gave a thumbs up scratching my eyes.

I jumped down to the bottom bed and covered myself, turning to the other side.

- Haz?

- Yeah?

- If you tell Thomas anything I'll kill you and desert you. - I said listening to him laugh and fell asleep right away.

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The other day I woke up and looked to the side, seeing that Haz was still sleeping. I picked up my cell phone, stretching, and saw that it was almost noon. I got up quietly making sure that I was not making too much noise, went into the bathroom and put on my clothes from the night before. I needed to go home to take a shower and take the rest of that weird night.

I sat next to Haz nudging him until he blinked awake.

- Haz, I'm going, thanks for everything. - I said while he was returning to planet earth little by little.

- Already? Don't you want to have lunch first? - He said sitting on the bed.

- Thanks, but I need to go home, I have some work to finish too, see you tomorrow at school?

- Okay, but if you need anything call me. - He said and I agreed hugging him going towards the door.

- And promise you'll keep your mouth shut?

- I swear, cross my heart. -He said zipping his mouth and I pointed my index finger at him intimidating him.

I went downstairs and thanked Jenna, greeting Charlotte who had already woken up. I said goodbye to them and went out into the sun on a Sunday that I was miraculously doing in London. I walked home, went in, had lunch and went straight to my room, I wanted to stay in alone with my feelings. Was my period coming up? It's not possible that I'm feeling so bad.

I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed, putting on some sad music to play, closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the sadness.

A few minutes later I felt my cell phone vibrate with a message coming through.

I unlocked the screen and saw "Tommy 🤓 send you a message" written. I took a deep breath and opened it to look at what he had sent.

Tommy 🤓 says "Hi stranger! Why did you and Haz disappear yesterday? 😭"

Tommy 🤓 says "Tuwaine told me you weren't okay, I tried calling you guys and nothing..."

Tommy 🤓 says "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes reading the messages and at the same time not wanting to respond, but started typing.

Y/N 🌻 says "Everything it’s okay, don’ worry 😊 I think some drink went wrong and I felt a little sick, but nothing to worry about, rlx"

Y/N 🌻 says "The party was great! Too bad I couldn't stay longer..."

I think I was a good liar.

Tommy 🤓 says "Damn it, but I'm glad you're ok, the party was really great! I've already posted the photos on insta. There some really weird ones... 😂"

Y/N 🌻 says "I can imagine 😂"

Tommy 🤓 says "I have a really strong hangover right now, I'm going back to sleep, want to come over later? I want to tell you some things that happened 👀"

Sure Tom, I'm going to your house so you can tell me everything about your wonderful night with Meghan, sure.

Y/N 🌻 says I'd like to, but my stomach's still kind of bad from yesterday 😭 so I'll just stay here, see you tomorrow?"

I told him to avoid him to come at my house.

Tommy 🤓 says "Okay 🥺, take care! See you tomorrow shortie!"

He said and I sent a "😘" blocking the screen. I lay on my stomach and buried my head on the pillow wanting to scream. Tom seemed happy and excited to tell me the "things" from last night, why couldn't I be happy for him? Damn feelings!

I think what I had to do was sleep, eat chocolate, put on a really cliche romantic comedy movie, wait to see if my period would come down (why was I being so dramatic? It could only be that) and pray that monday I would be better.

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[aesopsbaby]

hello ^^

this is for your matchups (Cookie Run)

to start off, I am an INTJ-T, Gemini, and Korean-American. I’ve always been smart—though I wouldn’t say the best of my classes— and a quick thinker. I’m focused on my studies right now, and hoping to get into Harvard, or as least NYU. I’ve always been mature even at a young age, and knew that the world wasn’t just cupcakes and rainbows. some people have told me that I constantly look depressed lmao

I am a pansexual panromantic and a demiboy! I only have maybe 4 real life friends, and a good 5-6 online. I’d prefer to keep my life more private. I’ve realized how over the years I’ve progressively changed my perspective on life and people. I know how to evaluate different pov’s and just always magically know how someone is feeling. I know I used to be extremely selfish as a kid, but I try to treat everyone better after going through my own struggles. such as racism, homophobia, bullying, and much more. I try to include people who I have to work with as best as possible. If you were to summarize me in a short sentence, I am the therapy and clown of the friend group.

as for hobbies, I mostly just like to game! (This is the second exclamation mark ive used and it feels weird). I usually play pc games since I didn’t grow up with consoles, but with the exception of my switch. I play soccer—and thought I was going to be a sports star— but I really want to become a streamer if I’m still interested in it after college. If I make it to harvard/nyu, then I’d like to major in game design or English.

If you need anything else that I left out then please ask ^^ I probably forgot some thing since I have horrible memory! But take care of yourself and get back to your asks without rush 👺

I match you up with....

Cookie Run:

Timekeeper Cookie

She understands you really well.

And she also always manages to pick up on your jokes and give back the same energy!

Drabble:

"Heyyyy. Hey hey! Hey~~!"

You suppressed a groan,throwing your head back to show annoyance. Tilting your head to your left,you made eye contact with the source of the voice. A sneaky smile is somehow always evident on her lips.

Timekeeper frowned and furrowed her eyebrows,obnoxiously groaning and throwing her head back. Raising a brow,you stared at her as she continued to groan and frown before she glances at you and stops her movements.

"Hah! I'm mimicking you by the way."

"What?? I do not act like that."

"Well,it's true,you were groaning and--"

"No I meant,I don't act as dumb as you do."

Timekeeper instantly turned to look at you,an offended look on her face as she places both hands on her waist. "Now what is that supposed to mean,hm?"

Staring each other down for a few minutes,the air is tense between the both of you.

Then the sound of laughter erupted,both of you laughing and catching your breaths. Putting on such acts really helps Timekeeper to get distracted from all her stress,she's glad to be able to connect with someone like you.

I'm kinda bad with writing stories,,,so I'll put in some headcanons <\3

Timekeeper enjoys spending time with you as you understand her,and she understands you.

She literally does things that are chaotic. I mean come on,one of her quotes is literally "Why change time? Because I can and its fun." She definitely had set a trash can on fire once,let's all be honest.

And let's be even more honest here,you were probably the one to give her that idea-

You both can literally be talking about dumb shit one moment and suddenly be speaking about intellectual stuff??? Like?? How can the both of you go from "Do you think fishes can see air?" To "How do you think cultures came about? How do think the world was built?"

Honestly really loves your presence

She absolutely LOVES your attitude and personality because once she met you,you both immediately clicked-

She somehow gets all of your references to any jokes. And may sometimes continue on your joke with ease.

She would enjoy your company because she knows you aren't immature all the time. You know when to take control and stop joking around.

Admire how strong you are <3 You've been through so much and still managed to be a good person with an even better humour!

She would genuinely be really surprised if you were to catch onto how she's feeling when she's having a bad day. "You okay?" Is all you had to say for her to turn to look at you with wide eyes and an amused smile.

No one ever manages to understand her nor knows how she's really feeling so when you managed to quickly know she's feeling,she'll be relieved and appreciative. ^^

Same goes to you,really. She always knows how you're feeling and when you're joking.

She'll love to game with you!! But beware,,,she tend to get a tad bit competitive,,,,

Sorry this was sort of short! <\3

Goodluck for your studies!! ^^

I honestly love your nickname,,,,[INTJ-T Guy]. Thank you for your support! ♡

#Match up #Match up event #Cookie Run ovenbreak #cookie run timekeeper cookie #timekeeper cookie

[fandom-blackhole]

A pansexual horndog , an infp turbuletnt mediator. I use she/her pronouns. I don't know how to describe my character because I feel like my existence makes no sense. I'm shy and anxious, literally struggling with GAD and agoraphobia, yet I love being a center of attention, I can be a show off lmao

I'm sure I'm going to hell because of my dark, edgy humor.

I know it's not really a good think but I think I have something of a 'pick me girl' in me, like I prefer hanging out with the boys™ playing games and stuff. I'm hot-headed and live for drama, always shading people and spilling the tea, but only about ppl that wronged me (we don't stan bullying in this household). However, I believe I can be an actual sweetheart, almost like a mom friend for my closest besties.

My fav colors are black and pink. My fashion style is hard to describe, idk man. Like it's either a sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt kinda situation or a cute lil' skirt with knee-high socks. I always put makeup on tho and I always wear my hair down.

My thoughts tend to be rather grim and dark but at the same time my bedroom is literally princess themed and I collect all things hello kitty.

I don't have any talents or passions. I'm an English language major with minor in business. I am fluent in several languages and currently studying more. I'd like to become a sworn translator or interpreter in the future. I love traveling, been to maaany countries already so I really want to be able to work and travel at the same time.

Sorry babe, I'm really bad at this. I'd love to get matched with one of the Buckets and a Clone boi. I know I omitted the appearance, because, uhhh, me ugly, but you know it lmao.

I ship you with Leia!

I know you are probably disappointed but, please, here me out.

I just picture you and Leia being those cool af gay aunties. You are really beautiful so the Princess would fall for you pretty easily.

She's fiesty and protective and so are you. I'll never stop being thankful for you defending me against nasty anons.

Leia is the biggest social justice warrior just like her momma. I can see you both trying to figure out how to help those in need.

You'd never take any bullshit from no man.

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

bonus: visiting her mom's homeplanet, just you and her, somewhere near a remote lake. Just two baddies being softies, holding each other in their arms.

Sorry for all the typos and errors but I'm having a high fever as I'm writing this. I'm not sure if it's even real or I just started seeing things lool. Also sorry for keeping the ship thingy short, I'd love to write a drabble for you in the future if you like my choice for you.

First off, don’t apologize for typos because I guarantee I will have at least one in my answer for you bb. And second of all THANK YOU for being here and bringing life to my blog and dms with all your thots, I love them all!

Now for your ships, first off of course, I ship you with me lmao buuuuuut,

For the bucket bois I ship you with Paz Vizsla!

First off I wanna say that Paz is going to wake up every morning and just shower you in love and affection, telling you how perfect and beautiful you are and how much he absolutely loves and adores you. Paz will constantly reassure you and if your anxiety starts getting the better of you he will pull you away from everyone and whisper reassuring, comforting things to you and do whatever he can to help you feel better. Now Paz also has a darker sense a humor and I personally think that comes with being a mandalorian, so he will always chuckle at your jokes and will return it with one of his own because he strives to see you smile and laugh as much as he can make possible. Paz would find it cute that you are always chasing drama and loves to sit and listen to you recite all the drama to him and spill the tea lol. You say you don't have any talents, but Paz is always blown away at how many languages you can speak and how you continue to want to learn more. He also loves that that gives him an excuse to take you with him when he travels so that he can have his cute little translator with him at all times. Not to mention that he loves cuddling up with you in the tiny bed that he has on his ship, as well as other things.

For your clone ship, I am going to ship you with Commander Fox!

Ok so I wanna say that the two of you some how meet and start a regular meet up at some random shady bar where the two of you will sit for hours passing back rumors and just drama that you have witnessed since the two of you talked last. This goes on for a while before one morning you wake up early to Fox slowly and carefully trying not to wake you up as he untangles himself from you and your bed. After that the two of you start meeting more regularly and usually at your home. Once the two of you really get close and even start a relationship Fox finally relaxes around you. Fox absolutely loves your dark jokes because it is something he doesn't get to hear often with protecting senators and the chancellor almost everyday. Fox has also always loved the way you dressed, whether it be in comfy clothes or your cute skirts, he doesn't care he just likes the idea of wearing something different everyday rather than just blacks and his armor. Fox also likes to play with your hair at any given chance, and he appreciates that you always have it down because it just means that he has easier access too in, especially in certain situations *wink wink*. Fox would be one to stand up for you in any situation, and he may be pretty emotionally stunted and can't quite get the words out most of the time but the second he knows he loves you he will bluntly tell you because he is a blunt man and will not beat around the bush when it comes to you.

How in the world could I ever be disappointed in being shipped with the best princess and general in the Star Wars galaxy?!?!

Now, everything you wrote? Fucking beautiful I am obsessed and I want to steal Leia away from Han and just hype her up and help her take over and rule the galaxy like she deserves

(And if you wrote more than enough for my ship, but if you wrote me a little drabble with Leia I would die of happiness bb)

(14/20)

#500 followers #ships #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #commander fox x reader #fox x reader

[make-me-imagine]

congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?

I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂

I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll

I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though

I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌

i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)

I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)

I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡

while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)

okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?

thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️

- 🌙🏒 anon

Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao. 

And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. 

I hope you like the ships I made for you

They are under the cut: 

Criminal Minds: 

I ship you with Hotch. 

You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”. 

How you met + his first impressions: 

You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.

Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you. 

He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do). 

He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.

Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.

What you do on your first date:

He takes you to a hockey game. 

He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv. 

When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game. 

After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time. 

This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about. 

Best Friend: 

Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well. 

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Marvel: 

I ship you with Sam. 

I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well. 

How you met + his first impressions:

You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before. 

You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you. 

He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.

Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.

Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off. 

He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info. 

What you did on your first date: 

He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out. 

After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff. 

You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together. 

He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT). 

You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.

So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.  

Best-Friend: 

Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw. 

xxaaron

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