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thisismeracing · 10 months

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 15

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut tho), tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 4.1k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: There are a bunch of moments between Gina and Yn, and Yn and Corrina, and especially Mick and Yn. I know some of you are curious as to what happened after the last smau chapter, but I need to show Yn and Mick before so that you can understand what happens and why it happens when it does. I hope you guys like it! Thank you so much for all the reblogs, comments, and likes, it means a lot and I would love it if you guys kept it coming (they really motivate me to get things done faster lol). I will probably be posting some extras during this week and, hopefully, chapter 16 which will be a regular chapter too. Let me know your thoughts, and make sure to send my work or this fic to a friend as a rec *mwah*

*The first part happens right after the China GP (chapter 10 here)

*SMAU VERSION

“Can you turn it off?” Yn mumbled, moving her face closer to Mick’s neck, burying herself there as if by a miracle the sound wouldn’t reach her from that spot.

The German scratched his eyes with the back of his hands, stretching his body as far as he could with Yn’s weight on top of him, “I fear we have to get up.”

“No, can’t do,” she answers while trying to merge her body with his, which takes a bunch of her curls to Mick’s face. It tickles him, and Mick can only chuckle, especially when she adds, “I think I’m still hungover. How can you even consider leaving the bed?”

“C’mon, I gotta shower and find something healthy to eat before getting to the paddock,” it’s the German’s response, fingers tenderly trailing down Yn’s body.

The Hamilton pushes herself up, elbows propped on Mick’s naked chest, her sleepy brows raising, and her hand confidently lifting to him in a greeting manner. Mick snickers, foreseeing her dirty joke, but Yn did not crack, only smirks and joshes, “Nice to meet you. Did you know my middle name is Healthy? Pretty close to Hamilton as you can tell too.”

She looked so pretty, he thought, all giddy and smiley, wearing nothing but his shirt, perched on top of him, body still soft with sleep, and coated by a post-orgasm glow. Mick huffed moving one of his hands to her waist to keep her in place while the other pulled some of her curls from her face. Her brown skin gleamed under the natural light coming from the big window in front of them. He swore he could spend days admiring her without getting even remotely bored.

Meanwhile, Yn was doing the same, studying him study her. The way his blue eyes would move attentively, sometimes using his fingers to trace the path his eyes took. He would brush it around her collarbone, under her chin. He would draw her lips without even noticing he was doing so, and she would smile because nothing ever felt quite like that.

Nothing ever felt as natural as being with Mick.

“Shower sex?” she breaks the moment with another playful joke and shrieks when the blonde gets up, hauling her body on his shoulders and power walking to the bathroom. Their laughs echoed right before their moans and silent promises. They had yet to choose which one was their favorite symphony.

–

Yn had just finished drying her hair and was now giving the final touches, Mick was sitting patiently on the marble of the sink, attentively observing her movements, “We should go sightseeing later today,” he suggested.

“That would be nice, actually,” the Hamilton agreed, breaking the distance between their bodies with short steps. Less than a second and she was standing between his legs, grinning up at him, “thought, I would agree to do about anything if it meant staying close to you,” she confessed, and Mick felt his heart falter a beat. It was still new for him the way she openly praised and confessed what she was feeling and thinking.

He was enchanted.

Mick beamed pinching Yn’s chin between his pointer and forefinger and bringing her face for a tender kiss. Their lips brushed tentatively, and she found a home for her hands on his shoulders and waist, her gentle touch made him humm in appreciation right before he dived into her, exploring each other as much as the physics of the position permitted. Everything was amplified by the feeling of their body heat and the fast pumping of their hearts. Tingly stomach, clenching lungs, burning cheeks, sweaty palms. Kissing someone never felt like this before, and they were both over the moon to experience it with the other.

It would be hard to go around their days without touching after discovering every little detail and feeling they did. Yn could only pray her eyes didn’t turn her in.

And as it turns out, her eyes didn’t turn her in because they were together for almost a month. What did screw things up, however, was the internet. The media started to speculate even more, which meant tons of paparazzi around her and, worse, Mick’s family. Lewis was used to the flashes and the comments, and he knew his sister and the Schumacher were together, Yn told him during the Baku week, nonetheless, he was stressed about how everyone was invading their privacies, things went as far as the oldest Hamilton giving a rude answer when asked about it.

So that meant Yn was as stressed as ever, and she felt responsible for putting everyone on the spot. That’s what she told Corinna while they were having breakfast at the paddock. It was the Miami race week, things were hectic, everyone was super busy with everything, and still, they had to deal with the internet’s attention. Both Yn and Corina were aware that their breakfast trip too would be all around Twitter before the day was over.

“It’s not your fault, honey,” the oldest Schumacher assures Yn, hands extended at the table, fingers intertwined in an attempt to calm Yn.

“How did you deal with this when you were younger?” Yn asked, but then added, “If you’re comfortable, I don’t want to make you talk about something that may make you sad.”

Corina smiled at Yn’s consideration. She was always a sweetheart, yet would joke around and make everyone laugh. The Schumacher understood why Mick was head over heels for the youngest Hamilton. “You get used to it, sometimes you gotta set boundaries and tell people what's off limits, but there’s a part of your life that inevitably has to be public,” she explains. “You’re both famous in different fields, but connected by your brother’s career too, so I think that’s the reason why everyone wants a peek into your relationship,” Corina’s voice was soft and she delivered every word holding tightly Yn’s hand, the oldest woman knew how it felt to have to choose between love and privacy. She knew how hard it was in the beginning and she knew the importance of having guidance. It wasn’t just being exposed as a person, but as a couple, and that added extra pressure to the relationship. “I love Michael, so it was an easy choice. It didn’t change the fact that I had to get used to everything, but it helped me think about our future and present together whenever I got anxious.”

Yn took a deep breath. She liked Mick more than she initially thought. Being closer to him, sharing secrets, thoughts, fears, and affection with someone always brings them closer, and the Schumacher was so near her heart that she was afraid he was already with half of his body inside, making a home for himself there. Still, it’s a difficult situation when you’re in between with your feelings, and you don’t know if you love them or you just like them a lot, and it gets hard to make decisions such as Corina’s. It puts you in the mirror facing your own wrongdoings and fears, you have to ask questions and deliver honest answers because the next step will be supported by it. One wrong wording, and you can trip.

“I’m really sorry for putting you in the spot again with all the paparazzi and internet comments,” Yn glances at her untouched plate, heart heavy and body tired.

“Hey,” Corina calls, “I don’t care about it. It is an inconvenience, but it’s nothing new to me or Gina, or Mick. What I do care about is my children's happiness, and Mick cares for you, he smiles more when you are around, and even Angie seems to be obsessed with you. I can’t be more unbothered by noisy people who don’t really know about our family, talking on the Internet,” she offered.

They shared eye contact for another minute, smiling knowingly and affectionately at each other. And so with her heart warm and with a big smile on her face, Yn tossed part of her fears away and started a new topic, a fun one, finally biting on her food.

Sunday proved to be a tough experience for both Hamilton’s. One dealing with privacy problems, and the other dealing with a sixth position in a race that was supposed to treat him right. Yn watched everything with her dad, Corinna, and Gina by her side, and although it wasn’t the outcome they were waiting for, it was a good experience to share that moment with them. Gina was an avid watcher, whilst Mick kept attentive eyes on the screen, only occasionally speaking, Gina would cheer and grab Yn whenever Lewis had to slow down for a curve or a car got too close. It took a couple of jump scares for Yn to get used to how Gina would suddenly go for her arms or almost yell something, but by the middle of the race, the Hamilton would be ready for her friend’s manner.

When the race was finally over, Yn was leaning on her father, a small pout on her lips thinking about how bummed her brother must be with the results. Lewis, just like her, would always set high goals and would do just about anything he physically could to reach it. It was something that she admired about him, and he admired about her, and both worried about each other. Their similarities made them share similar problems too, and at those times one of the few people who could calm their racing minds would be their dad.

“It’s time to get you cape, super dad,” Yn tried to lighten the mood, and Anthony, her dad, chuckled. He turned, planting a kiss on her forehead, and smiled when he saw Mick approach them.

“Gina’s in the bathroom,” Yn pointed behind her, and the German nodded.

“Yeah, I saw her leaving… I- uhm got you some water and the chocolate bar you like,” he moved the two things in his hand, “I didn’t see you eat nor drink during the race. I thought this could lift your mood a bit too.”

Anthony watched everything unfold in front of him. The way his daughter stared at the blonde in front of them, how her lips curled in a genuine smile and her eyes twinkled in a way that only someone who had known her since forever would notice, the way it did when she was trying to bottle her emotions, to keep her reaction’s a whisper, instead of let it be heard by others.

“Thank you, mouse,” Yn smiled, taking a swing from the water and eagerly opening the sweet bar, but nothing tasted sweeter than knowing Mick was paying attention, that he thought about her, that he worried about her even when his mind was focused on something else.

“Would you like something too, Mr. Hamilton?” Mick asked. “I didn’t-”

Anthony interrupts with a playful chortle, “You didn’t pay attention to me,” it’s a statement, but although it could be interpreted as a bad thing, it doesn’t sound like something terrible for the oldest Hamilton seeing as he is smirking at Mick. “But you did share your attention between the race and my daughter, so I gotta give you that.” Anthony jokes, and Mick relaxes. “I’m good, got some water and food while you kids were focused on not cursing or screaming.”

Just as he finished his sentence, Gina returned from the bathroom. “I’ve been watching races since a kid, but it still stresses me and makes me wanna curse a pilot or two,”

“Or twenty,” Yn added, and the whole group shared a laugh.

“Or twenty,” she agrees.

“Twenty what?” it was Corinna’s voice approaching.

And so they tried to focus their conversation on the light topic before Yn and her dad went to Lewis for some much-needed family time. Yn let her dad do the talking, while her brother leans on her, sweaty forehead on her shoulder and one of his hands clasped on hers. It’s their silent way of communicating they got each other’s back. A reminder that the other is there and won’t leave. Lewis tried to argue about how sixth wasn’t good, but neither of the Hamiltons’ were having that, so they stayed together until Lewis had media duties, now with his mind in the right place. And Yn made him promise her they would go out with their friends to celebrate the points.

And that they do.

Monday starts early, or at least that’s what Yn gathered when she woke up to soft kisses on her naked back. The room was still fairly dark just a bit of light was spilling from the sides of the big curtains giving the space a nice coloring. She spotted her clothes scattered on the ground along with Mick’s, and she mumbled in her hazy state when his lips found her shoulders.

“It’s time to wake up,” it was a whisper, but his voice was always thicker in the morning, which gave Yn chills.

“Two more hours,” was her plea.

Mick laughed, his lips now on the sweet spot of her neck, kissing and biting, and taking a meowl out of Yn’s lips, “You’re the one who came up with the idea of going out today. C’mon, it’s a beautiful day,” his voice is so melodic, spoken between kisses, in synchrony with his exploring and gentle hands on her. It feels like a beautiful day indeed, but Yn just wanted some more hours of sleep after spending most of the Sunday night talking in bed with Mick. She could still hear their laughs and feel her belly hurting from how much they did it.

“How come you know it’s a beautiful day if the curtains are closed?” It’s her sassy response, but Mick knows she’s just trying to buy a bit more time. He will answer, she will mumble something back, he will answer yet again, and this time she will be snoozing.

He’s attentive.

Mick loves to observe Yn.

So his answer is simple yet effective, “We went to bed together and woke up together. How could it not be a beautiful day?”

And that get’s Yn full attention. She turns, her back now on the mattress, Mick’s weight deliciously on top of her, his sweet, yet sleepy smile takes her breath away for a second or two, “You’re so cheesy,” she whispers, one hand rubbing her eyes, the other holding Mick’s bicep as if silently telling him to stay close.

“I got you to wake up.”

Yn nods her head lightly, eyes closing again, but this time to contain her lips from forming their own sentence, confessing what her mind has yet to discover. She smiles, and it’s so beautiful. Mick wants to keep the image in his head forever.

“You’re right.”

“About what?” Mick asks, dipping his head to kiss her naked skin again. Yn’s fingers thread throw his blond strands messing his hair a bit more.

“It’s a beautiful day.” She opens her eyes again, big brown orbs getting lost in the soft details of Schumacher’s face. “Why can’t we stay here forever? This could be our kingdom,” it’s her sleepy comment, but something she has been thinking about a lot. Life was so much simpler when it was just the two of them inside a room. She wanted to keep and cherish their feelings. It was so precious and intimate sometimes Yn wished it could be their secret for longer than they knew would be.

“Queen of my heart,” Mick purred in her ear, lips trailing kisses from that spot to her face.

“King of mine,” she breathed her confession lacing her arms around his naked chest and melting into the hug that followed.

Both of them were aware of what their confession meant.

It felt too soon to say I love you, but it was never too soon to swim through it, to discover their feelings, to get used to how each praise and word sounded, to the secrecy and intimacy of sharing how falling for the other felt.

There were many ways to confess, show and feel love.

Mick and Yn were discovering it day by day.

–

“And don’t take forever, please, Sir!” Yn joked, and Lewis rolled his eyes before slamming the bathroom door. Mick laughed at the siblings' antics.

It was about an hour after the couple had woken up, and they were now in the process of dragging Lewis out of his room. The oldest Hamilton was usually, contrary to Yn, the early bird. Lewis would be up and doing just about everything before the clock hit seven am, but it was a post-race Monday, and sometimes he gave himself the luxury of sleeping in (which would usually consist of sleeping until eight am).

Today, however, Lewis was woken up by his sister and his friend, chaotically fussing him to change so they could have breakfast. And what else could he do if not follow? How could he ever say no to his sister when she was so radiant and smiley in the morning?

Lewis played the older brother part and pretended to be annoyed by the duo before finally giving in and following their script.

Which consisted of breakfast in the hotel with part of the grid, who was going to go with them, half of the morning at the beach enjoying the Miami weather and clear sand, and then a boat party, which was not supposed to be a party but rather just a gathering with some low music and drinks, but Lando was one of the few who volunteered to get everything together, so neither Yn nor Mick was surprised when the boat friendly gathering turned into a yacht party.

Yn remembers drinking and swimming with Gina, drowning shots with Pierre and Yuki, and spending over an hour discussing music with Lewis and Charles. Between every conversation and interaction she had with her friends, her eyes would always find Mick from across the boat or in the water. They would smile at each other, sometimes stare for as long as possible without raising people’s attention, and then go about their day. She wanted to stop by his side and kiss him or help him with sunscreen on his cheeks and back, but although they were friends, they were still a secret for some new guests, and there was always the possibility of cameras catching. So they kept it to themselves.

Or at least they tried.

And they did it for most of the party.

Until they couldn’t anymore.

That’s how they found each other in the bathroom, on the bottom floor of the yacht.

Flush cheeks, warm bodies, and loose giggles. The music from the party was muffled, and they reveled in each other’s touch. Eager hands exploring every surface of the other’s body. Mick’s arm curled around Yn’s waist, pressing against each other harder and moaning in her mouth. She grinned into the kiss, humming and biting his lower lip. He tasted like alcohol, with a salty tinge to it thanks to the sea and the sunscreen. His hair was still damp from when he was swimming, and Yn threaded her fingers between them, pulling lightly.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, and Yn attached her lips to his collarbone, kissing and biting it, enjoying the way he leaned into her, as if in surrender to her caressing. Mick cups Yn’s cheeks between his hands, staring into her eyes, and it’s like time freezes for a second.

She smiles.

He smiles too.

His lips parted to say something, but before he could, there was a knock on the door.

“Oi?”

“Occupied!” they both shout over the muffled music and the closed door, and they laugh after noticing that now whoever is on the other side knows that a couple is making out in the bathroom.

“We should get back to the party,” Mick sighed, and Yn silently agreed, standing on her tiptoes to give him another kiss.

“See you up there,” it’s whispered on his lips, and he smiles, giving her another peck and finally letting her body go.

He watches as Yn fixes her bikini in front of the mirror, and blows him a kiss before opening the door and leaving. Mick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and all the blood rushing through his body. He can still feel her body pressed against his, her smile on his skin. He takes some time to get ready before going back to the party, and when he does, Yn is sitting with Gina, her hands now occupied with a drink, and one of her big smiles gracing her lips.

“This party was the best idea ever, Yn,” Gina gushed, passing Yn a water bottle. “I’m letting loose before the competition in two weeks. I feel like I was getting too anxious,” she confessed, and Yn nodded.

“When is it happening?” Yn asked and then added, “The exact date, I mean.”

Gina took a sip from her drink, sitting cross-legged and turning her body slightly in Yn’s direction. They watched as Mick strolled toward them, a tipsy smile on his lips, seeing the two interact. He sat on the ground, body leaning on the seat, parting Yn’s legs to accommodate his large shoulders.

“May 28th,” was the oldest Schumacher answer.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “It’s the date of the Monaco race, right?” She asked, and Gina shrugged and nodded. “You’re going?” Yn nudged Mick with her feet, and he grabbed it, directing her calf on top of his shoulders and in front of his chest.

“I tried, but it’s a hectic season. And it’s literally race day. I couldn’t get the day off,” Yn observes Gina’s and Mick’s instance. They seem bummed with the whole situation. But who wouldn’t be? It’s his sister's tournament, and he won’t be there to cheer for her. And she felt her heart squeeze with the idea of Gina competing without a familiar face in the stands for her.

“But Corinna’s going, right?”

Gina shook her head, and Yn bit her lip in thought.

“She originally would, this ride was supposed to happen in the middle of the week, but something came up, and they had to reschedule,” the blonde girl explained.

The youngest Hamilton played with the strings of her swimsuit, while her mind came up with solutions for the current problem, “I could go,” she suggests. “If you want me there, that is. Only if you’re comfortable,” Yn is quick to add.

Yn witnesses Gina’s face change from a small frown to a big smile. Her eyes twinkled, and her posture relaxed, before she pursed her lips, questioning, “But how about Lewis? He’s racing, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but Dad will be there, and so will Mick,” Yn grins, catching Mick’s eyes for a split second before looking back at Gina.

“Would you do it? Would you trade Monaco for Oklahoma to watch me ride a horse- It’s noisy, and very country. Do you like country stuff? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” now Gina’s rambling, excited but also nervous with the perspective of Yn regretting her decision.

“G, breathe,” Mick reminds his sister, and she catches her breath, takes a sip of her drink, and then turns to Yn again.

“You’ll have a familiar face rooting for you in the stands. I will need a cowboy hat, though. I don’t have any.”

The blonde lets out a small squeal and lunges to hug Yn spilling their drinks in the process. They laugh, and ignore the sticky and sweety tinger of the alcohol and fruity juice, embracing each other.

Yn can’t see, but Mick is watching them from his spot on the ground. Neck turned in an attempt to get an even better view of the bond between them being straightened. He feels his heart warm with the image, how Gina’s eyes are closed and her lips spotting a large smile, how she looked more relaxed, happier because of Yn.

All because of Yn.

It’s a beat before they exchange some more words, Mick is too deep into his own thoughts, he only notices Gina getting up in the direction of the hose by the end of the yacht, and he takes the opportunity to get up.

“I think we will need another trip to the bathroom,” he whispers in Yn’s ear, and she smiles.

“I can clean up in th-” She stopped herself when she saw his expression. A mix she now knew to be admiration and arousal.

“Thank you for sacrificing Monaco for Gina,” he mumbled when they reached the corridor, not even waiting until they got to the bathroom to smash their lips in a kiss.

“It was nothing,” she dismisses it, and he shook his head.

“It was beautiful, and it was a lot. You’re too beautiful.” He praised, and Yn could only let her lips be devoured, her body be consumed, and her mind convinced of every compliment Mick whispered to her in their little bubble.

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bedsyandco · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/bedsyandco/745832252515155968/could-we-have-a-little-sad-fluff-tho-of-gracie

I need rutger comfort next when he’s ok🥺

gracie balances the tub of ben and jerry's with two spoons on top in her left arm, putting her phone underneath her chin, she uses her right hand to knock on rut's door

she hears soft footsteps pad across the floor before the door opens and gracie's heart speeds up a little bit at the sight in front of her. rut was wearing grey sweatpants and a tight fitting white T-shirt, his hair messed up in a way that indicated he's spent the whole day in bed. how unfair that someone can look that good by simply existing.

"are you gonna come in, or stand there and drool over me some more?" rutger teases and gracie scoffs, making her way into his room, surprised to see it as clean as it was. it's not that rut was the messiest guy, from all the guys she knows he's probably one of the cleanest, but it was still cleaner than usual

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I uh- went on a cleaning rampage. Cleanest this room has probably ever been," Rut says, as if he could read her mind. gracie puts the tub of ice cream, along with the spoons, her phone and her keys on rut's bedside table before turning to look at him

before gracie can even contemplate what to say, rut gets a mischievous little grin on his face, charging towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist, tackling her onto the bed

"rutger! ow, that hurt," gracie whines and rut props his chin on her shoulder

"no it didn't," he replies

"no it didn't," gracie admits and rut lets out a soft chuckle

"this mark's?" rutger asks, tugging on the blue Michigan hoodie she was wearing

"no. Luke's," she responds and Rut nods, his hand trailing down to her thigh, rubbing his hand over he black lululemon leggings. he pinches the fabric between his fingers, pulling it slightly and smiling as it snaps back when he lets it go

"I love these pants," rut says with a grin and gracie reaches for the pillow next to her head, swinging it at rut's head but he catches it in time

"stop trying to distract me. we're talking about it," gracie says and rut lies on his back, staring at the celing

"there's nothing to talk about," he says nonchalantly and gracie sits up on her elbow, scooting closer to him so she could look him in the eye

"Rut, look at me," she says softly and rutger closes his eyes briefly before turning his head to look her in the eye

"how are you feeling?" she asks gently, her hand going to rest of his chest and he lays his hand on top of hers

"I'm fine. I mean I'm pissed and it hurts. It's like...when you know what it feels like to win, it just makes you want it so much more. I just feel like there was more I could've done. If I just played a little better-"

"rut. you did your best, and that's all anyone is expecting from you. no one is expecting you to carry this team on your back night after night. you're not gonna win them all, and that's okay. It's still really impressive that you guys made it to the final three years in a row. And you played a good game," gracie says and rut sighs, rubbing his other hand across his face

"We still lost though. And this was probably my last chance to win it. I mean I'm probably not coming back next-"

"don't. can we not go there right now. I don't wanna think about that," gracie says and rut feels bad for being the reason for that distraught look on her face.

"our ice cream is melting," rut says, trying to change the subject

"I don't even want it anymore," gracie mumbles and rutger pulls her into his chest, both of them just holding each other for a moment

"we don't have to think about it yet. we still have the natty to focus on. I'm not going anywhere," rut says pressing a kiss to her head and gracie can think it yet. he's not going anywhere yet...

#ᰔ graciehughes #gracie x rut #rutger mcgroarty blurb #rutger mcgroarty fic

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pugwitharug · 5 months

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Im going through withdrawals why is it always the good stuff that gets sent to the abyss-

Ahem anyways, can I request mc cooking anisa a meal. (She deserves it >:[] well all of them do lol) I remember one of the options in the game being to cook her something on earth or taking her out to fast food. So since there's a... low chance of ever getting anything else (;-;) I'll fufill the scenario via fic.

(Also I hope you know that you and the others that still write for LL make life worth living lol just kidding not that extreme but you are appreciated nonetheless!)

-miss anisa obsessed anon

Oh you have the biggest brain. The best brain I have ever seen. Miss Anisa Obsessed Anon, just know that I love you with my whole heart and soul and that I came back from a HUGE tumblr writing block to write about my knight wife

GN Reader, this honestly might be kinda short but it will be filled with as much love as possible, I actually recently made some baked mac and cheese that went really well so you know what I'm gonna do that but you're free to substitute it with whatever you want, I wanna revive the fandom but would it be beating a dead horse?

I think what you're talking about is both of you going to Earth and you cooking her a meal there, so let's say you're both able to travel to and from Earth easily

You bring her to your house/apartment/whatever, and she's honestly jealous

(Mainly because yours is cleaner than hers but that's every place lbh)

You both came to Earth to plan a little Earth date. She desperately wants to go to the aquarium and see the dolphins. Get her a dolphin plushie, she will adore it

But before you can set out, both of your stomachs begin to grumble with hunger. Anisa says the two of you should go get some fast food (she's been wanting to try it recently) but you say that it's been a while since you've cleaned out the kitchen and you can probably whip something up

You find noodles, flour, milk, and....cheese. A surprising amount of cheese

Baked mac and cheese it is!

Anisa doesn't know what an oven is. Okay, they have ovens in Astraea but they're more like furnaces, not convection ovens

Is it convection or convention? I'm not sure, and Anisa isn't sure either. She finds it fascinated either way

She wants to help! No self-respecting knight would let one person do all the work. However, neither of you want to burn the place down, so she can boil the pasta while you make the sauce

She makes a mess with the flour.............flour kisses.............

She steals some cheese while you're cooking. Processed cheese is definitely...different from the fresh stuff. And also not coming from the same animal

As she drains the noodles and helps you mix it with the sauce, you can see her hair poof up a little bit with excitement. Even if it's a simple dish, having good homemade food will make anyone excited

As the dish does its final cooking, she helps you with cleaning up. You thank her for the help (even tho you did most of the work lol) and she gives you a little smooch on your cheek. She still has a little crumb of cheese in the corner of her mouth

Needless to say, the dish is delicious and helped to clean out your kitchen before it all went bad

Now it's time to get to your aquarium date!

#last legacy #fictif #miss anisa obsessed anon #anon asks #thank you for requesting!!!#my writing #anisa anka #anisa anka x reader

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mothrite · 2 years

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moth buddy! welcome back! i would really like it if you did a platonic sibling reader with one of the troupe members, take as much time as you need!

I’d be happy too! I decided to do my personal favorite member, UVOGIN<3 he deserves so much love tbh

Sibling Rivalry

Summery: The reader is Uvogin’s little sibling!!

A/N: Reader is gender neutral, not proof read, def OOC, kinda short, I’m sorry!! Edit: So after reading the manga I changed a BUNCH of this. Hope this still is good for y’all tho lol

He’s exactly like the every older brother ever, annoying, gross and kinda mean

But that doesn’t change the fact that he still cares and loves you as his sibling

If you ask really nicely he MIGHT take you somewhere, you’re lucky if he lets you bring any friends.

Hell with him around you’d be lucky to have friends PERIOD. He either scares most off or just doesn’t let you go out to make any.

When he found you in a trash pile while searching for tapes, he felt so lucky that you made it this far. Life in Meteor city isn’t easy. But he promised that no matter what he was going to help you through it.

Would tell you stories about Sarasa and Sheila. You remind him of Sarasa and he never shuts up about it. He loved watching the old Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners tapes with you when you were younger.

Was your nen teacher 10/10

Was he the best teacher? ABSOLUTELY NOT HE SUCKED ASS, but he tried<3

If you’re an enhancer like him he’d probably spar with you when you’re old enough

If you forget to clean up your dirty dishes he’ll leave them on your bed like

“Clean your own damn dishes bitch😒”

He’d smother you with pillows to wake you up

Almost kill yous because of how strong he is tbh

BUT if you’re sick he’s definitely gonna help take care of you

He’s still your older brother nonetheless

When he can’t find anyone to look after you he’d cook you food, drive you places etc

“You really gotta get a car soon, want me to steal you one??” “NO. DO NOT STEAL ME A CAR UVO.”

Uvogin will most likely get Shalnark and Pakunoda to get gifts for you cause he has no idea what you like and they’re both go with people

You and Machi are the closest out of the other troupe member’s no doubt about it. Machi was basically Uvo’s little punk sister before you came around, and now he feels the need to protect his little siblings.

Definitely is an amazing older brother at the end of the day who genuinely cares about you even if he shows it in his own way

#hunter x hunter #uvogin x reader #hxh uvogin #hxh uvo #uvogin #platonic #hxh headcanons

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welcome-to-octo-space · 5 months

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How Much Chaos Can One Roomba Cause?

Repost fromA03 because i recently learned the people behind it are shit fucks so enjoy my writing now here with dedicated blogs for any multi chapter fics i posts.

Fandom: Yo-Kai Watch

Ships: some slight mackei.

Character: Whisper, Inaho Misora/hailey anne, keita amano/nate adams, buck/mac hazeltine, Jibanyan, USApyon.

#swearing, fire, nate in denial, inaho chaotic as ever, everything goes to shit, gay in denial counter, this roomba is on a mission, thank god tumbler can use rich text, slight mention of blood#

Ah yes a beautiful day in Springdale,

Birds are singing,

Flowers are blooming,

And on days like these…

*BOOM*

A certain space nerd is kicking down the door of an not-so averagely

average kid…

this is gonna end poorly isn't it?

“Inaho what the hell??!”

there stood from his chair the most certainly startled average kid in question. Nate Amano, Springdales very own Yo-Kai extraordinaire, (but if you're reading this fic then you already know that.) Trailing his eyes from his nerdy friend's face which is plastered with a mischievous grin, down to what she holds in her hands…

A roomba, But not just any roomba, a Yo-Kai Roomba!

Well more specifically called the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner tho they prefer to call it the Yo-Kai Roomba but Inaho nicknamed it Roomby so that whats it will be called within this fic because Inaho is always right (this is lie do not trust her)

“And why does the roomba have a knife taped to it..?” Nate questioned, staring at the high quality knife taped to the little roomba with a piece of gray duck tape, not sure if he should be scared or not since its within her hands,

“Why not?”

“honestly there are so many reasons why not but i dont have the time nor energy right now to say them all out for you.”

He said with a classic ‘I'm so done with your shit’ to his voice as he sat back down at his desk,

“And please just take the knife off and put the roomba back on its charging port or even take it out to go collect stuff, and not set it on the floor with the knife still attached, please.” he warned her as he returned to the boring homework he was working on before the sudden intrusion.

Inaho, looking down at Roomby, contemplating on the chaos she could unleash.. People dead, houses burned, hearts stolen, war crimes committed, by this adorable little cleaning robot with a knife.. if she just.. Sat it dow- and she did it.(god dammit inaho)

With roomby now on the floor it makes a little beep. Nate turning back to look at the robot at the sound, fear striking his face, eyes widening at the sight.

A roomba.

With a knife taped to it.

On the floor.

Fully let loose.

And in his room.

BECAUSE A CERTAIN SOMEBODY HAS NO REGARD FOR HER OWN AND OTHERS SAFETY.

(*ahem* excuse that outbreak, inaho is my skrunkly blorbo bleebus but she's really a lot sometimes, anyhoot let's continue)

Nate yelps out in fear, curling up into a ball in his chair, he looks back over to inaho. “Why.. why would you do this?” he asks inaho with a shaky wobbliness to his voice, but no response.. Just a mischievous and evil grin on her face as she begins to cackle like a crazy witch in her tower when confronting the hero who came to save the princess she kidnapped.. And then.. Suddenly.. While neither of them were looking.. Roomby stabs the knife into the wall, actually is it right to call it stabbing in this case?

Well anyhoots both of the watchers turn their gaze to roomby with Nate beginning to spiral into panic.. Probably because his mom will kill him if she finds out what happened to the wall..

Inaho awws at the sight as she crouches down with quite a pleased smile plastered on her face “Aww roombys first bit of destruction!’ “HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE THIS WHEN IT DID THIS TO MY WALL?!?” he scolded inaho, making a pout strike is face afterwards “Nate chill chilllllllll” inaho exclaimed as the roomba turned to face the blades towards inaho's definitely exposed ankle

“It's just a small hole in the wal-” she explained being cut off at the end with eyes widening as she looked down to see that the roomba had moved towards her. Slicing into her ankle as a result, bright red crimson blood falling from the cut onto the floor and the blade of the knife.. Her eye twitches as she attempts to keep her cool, staring at how her own blood contrasts on the shiny sliver of the knife's blade (which is very sharp btw, inaho got herself a knife sharpening kit just to make sure she got it to peak sharpness). She breathes through her teeth due to the pain as roomby slowly backs up,

“Oh no, I've been impaled.. well not really i just got a little cut but STILL.”

(octos note here but uh, KARRRRRRMMMMAAAA)

“A-are you okay?” Nate stuttered while asking, tilting his head being genuinely concerned for Inaho's well being. while she may be an asshole to him sometimes he does have a genuine concern for her health considering how many bad situations she gets herself into,

“Oh nooo I'm fineeee, really.” she assured nate

“Are you sure about that?”

" ALRIGHT FINE! I'M NOT OKAYYYYY!" She wails in the pain and suffering, repeating 'ow', 'owie', and other forms of expressing one's pain and discomfort to herself as she sits herself on the floor to begin rocking back and forth. “I'll grab some bandages so in the meantime wait here and cover the wound with your hand, that might help stop the bleeding for now.” nate exclaimed, making a small calm down hand gesture to go along with it, (how else to i quacking describe thiissss -octo) inaho responding with a simple nod in agreement as she then quickly does as nate instructed and covers the wound with the palm of her hand as nate dashes out of his room to swiftly grab the medical supplies from the bathroom, passing by whisper in the hallway as he leaves.

"What in the world has got nate this panicked to be rushing out of his roo-

GOOD GOD?!"

[Insert here the wailings in pain of The Big Dumb Idiot™ Inaho Misora]

"Well that explains the noise at least..'' Whisper mumbled to himself as inaho turns her head to look at Whisper only able to give out a small wobbly, crying, "hi whisper" in response.

"Inaho, What in the name of Lord Enma Happened here?" He asked floating closer towards inaho with crossed arms and a confused but also worried look on his face, inaho after taking a moment to properly collect herself brings out a response,

"Ya want the long or the short?"

"The short please."

"So roomba,"

Whisper nods his head,

"With knife taped on,"

He nods his head again,

"Put on the floor by me,"

Once again he nods his head,

"I got the bitch called karma,"

Another nod followed by an "im listening" in response,

"And i'm now here, as you can see, in a lot of pain"

Whisper only able to just let out a sigh in response pinches where his nose bridge would, floating the other way.

"Now please excuse me while I return to my regularly scheduled wailing" she declared as she resumed her wailing.

"Inaho..," he takes a pause to look at her "Why did you think taping a Knife to the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner was a good idea?"

"Alright so 1 its name is roomby, and 2 i am an individual with a significant line of violence, be it cannon or fannon, so me taping a knife to a roomba was bound to happen eventually, and that just happened to be today." She answered, a strong sense of Determination coming from her as she then immediately returned to wailing in pain like a baby,

"And now why did you name it, 'Roomby'?"

"BECAUSE ROOMBY IS MY BELOVED MINION OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION THAT'S WHY!!"

As she responded Nate returned, med kit, and damp wash rag in hand.

"Inaho please keep your voice down."

"Welllll excuse me princess for having to let out a little bit of anger for a second"

Nate would simply sigh at the response as he crouches down to deal with the wound, moving her hand to see how much blood has gotten on it, inaho promptly taking back her hand from Nate and.. licking off the blood from her hand, uh yeah nate and whisper both give her this baffled look as she simply responds with

"Whaaat? i like the taste of it, and besiiiddees, it's my own blood."

Nate simply chooses to not respond to her weirdness as he doesn't really have the energy to deal with it.

Swiftly he begins dealing with the wound this big idiot got herself with, cleaning up the blood while applying slight pressure, applying some antibiotic cream that absolutely STUNG and is cold as fuck and she hates it she hates it ohhhh she so fucking hates it, folding a bit of the medical tape on itself to cover the wound then wrapping more it around her ankle to keep it in place due to the size not fitting any of the bandages.

(disclaimer i feel i should add, that this is most likely not entirely accurate on how to deal with a wound like this, this is just what i gathered from some quick research, please seek professional help or do your own proper research if you or someone else gets a wound in a similar fashion -octo)

With that all dealt with he puts everything back into the med kit to take back down, but before that he gives inaho a small bonk on the head.

"There ya go you big blundering idiot"

"OI- i aint no blundering idiot!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are"

"No I'm not."

And this continues on and on and on and on, Whisper letting out a small sigh as he then realizes something, glancing around the room to kinda confirm it with himself, and his suspicions are indeed correct.

"Snap out of it you two! The Vacuum Cleaner, it's not here!" He announced as this promptly snapped the two out of the loop as they both frantically start looking around and indeed, Roomby is nowhere to be found,

Nate beginning to spiral into a panic due to this, and inaho being inaho is very happy sparkly eyed about this

"Awww my little minion has gone to go cause mass chaos and destruction!"(:D)

"INAHO, THIS IS A PROBLEM!"

"I see no problem with this, So i really don't know what you're waffling about bruh."

"Why are you like this..?"

"Do I really gotta explain this to you?" She gave as the answer to nate's question, this simply leaving nate more furious than before but all he could let out is a sigh in frustration as he closed the med kit up and take it back downstairs alongside the now bloody wash rag, before he leaves he looks back at inaho who just stood back up,

"If you think you can walk fine then you're gonna help me find it, if not then go home and hopefully not cause any more chaos than you've already done" he explained with his resting bitch face on, truly just done with her shit at this point, inaho simply rolling her eyes in response which only adds more fuel to his fire

"I was gonna go home either way so uh yeah." She said with a smug look on her face. Nate just giving her the bombastic side eye at this response.

"Your rarely ever any help, you know that?"

"Damn right!"

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After returning the med kit and wash rag, Nate and inaho leave his house and go their separate ways, inaho simply going around the corner to pocket mirapo close to home. Nate, in a worse emotional state right now, even after whisper thought it would be a better idea, got Whisper to stay home, simply because Nate doesn't want to deal with any more annoyances. It's sunny outside, and unsurprisingly jibanyan is sunbathing on top of the car, nate walks towards him to give the cat head scratches, he does enjoy that, “oh hi nyate” jibanyan says tiredly, yawning afterwards. “Hiya jibbers, having a nice sunbath?” he asked, giving more head scratches.

“Nyeah, purrfectly warm and sunny out, just how i like it nya” “That's good, did you by any chance see a roomba with a knife pass by at all? Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and now it's gotten loose somehow”“Hmm nyo sorry, i've been having a cat nyap this entire time so i cyant really help mew there nya'' jibanyan answered, the slightest tinge of disappointment falling onto nates face,

"Well thank you anyways, enjoy your sunbath now" he gave jibanyan more head pats before running off, jibanyan waving goodbye behind him.

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Now i'm not gonna go too into detail of course, for my own and you the readers sake but just goes all over springdale asking any and all yokai he bumps into if they've seen the roomba and seeing any destruction it leaves in its wake, this leads him onto a wild goose chase all around springdale, taking him basically all day until he ends up at the Mt Wildwood summit at midnight, the moonlight dimly lighting up the area as he tiredly drags his fatigued body up the stairs, not the first time he's lost a lot of sleep looking for something at least. Now he saw it come up here, he's sure he did! Only a little bit of looking around tho to prove him wrong, the roomba was nowhere to be seen around here, only him and the mirapo, but wait a minute! He thought to himself for a moment connecting the dots, if the roombas not here and there's a mirapo then… He immediately rushes to the mirapo at his sudden realization. “Good evening blegh, were you headin?”

“Uh actually did a roomba with a knife go through your portal at all recently?” The mirapo thought for a moment, Nate anxiously waiting for an answer. “Yeah one did, it went over to America, why you askin blegh?”

Nate takes a quick sigh of relief, ‘Can you teleport me to where it went please?”

“Yeah sure, not problem” Nate thanks the mirapo before it opens up its portal and Nate walks through.

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The bright american sun greets him on his way out, covering his eyes from its bright light as they adjust to the sudden change in brightness, East Pine at the old town teleport by the watch shop, well it couldn't have gone too far he thought to himself for a moment the quick idea of giving a visit to buck quickly crossed his mind but he quickly shuts that own down, gotta stay on the mission and get that roomba, no time for silly distractions! Although maybe he could take a quick moment to say hi, i mean it'll just be a quick hello and explanation of the situation, hell knowing buck he'll probably end up wanting to help him out in the end and they do say two heads are better than one!

So off nate goes against his better judgment to go see his Good Friend, totally just his Good Friend and totally not his big crush, nope no boy lovers here just an average boy and his best adventurous boyfriend that he does not have romantic feelings for in any way shape or form. He's totally not thinking of how looking for a roomba with a knife could turn into a romantic date nope totally not!

(GAY IN DENIAL ALERT!!!! -Octo)

And so our beloved yet average protagonist heads on his way, passing by the supermarket where he and buck had fled from the supermanager that fateful night after they went on that useless fetch quest for that stupid ass chicken, Nate still hates that cluckers face

(i am humor -Octo)

But more importantly he remembers that feeling he felt when they had jumped to escape.. yeahhhh no it was totally just their totally platonic bond growing, yeah totally.

(Nate in denial counter-2)

Passing by the church and trying to not think too hard about how turning yo kai into souls is almost a form of.. sealing them for lack of a nicer word,

Waving to the landlord of the local St. Peanutsburg Wayfaring Manor, and of course going through Broccoli Blocks to that memorable red bridge, well at least him. (yes that is actually what the little pathway to the secret base is called in game)

The familiar spring leaves grace his presence as nate approaches the Secret Base of the BBQ trio,

ever since inaho started showing up more they basically officially became a trio that one fateful night nate and buck brought a mini grill over to the base for a BBQ, obviously it was inaho and her silly brain that came up with the name that buck seconded, so unfortunately for nate it was a majority vote to his displeasure but he eventually grew to like the name, also ended up being what the Yo-Kai world recognized them as,

Aside from there being a grill not much has changed about the secret bases exterior, aside from a new coat of paint and a proper team flag and symbol that the trio worked together to make, it was basically the same.

Climbing up the ladder and onto the deck, nate can only hope Buck is here and not out on an adventure without him, opening the door, well there's the golden sunshine boy himself sleeping on the nice couch they got,

The inside of the Base was definitely the most changed part, new proper furniture, a bean bag, string lights, and a hammock that inaho claimed to be hers only, and some proper storage space, oh and a small disco ball that Inaho and Buck had literally begged and puppy eyed for Nate to keep, it being here means they're plan worked unfortunately.

But anyyyhooots, Nate walked up to the snoozing red haired boy, his face almost glowing in the warm sunlight that planted on his face, nate couldn't help but clench his fist to his heart at how peaceful and cute buck was, wait- cute? Nonononono no he totally doesn't think bucks cute, just peaceful, yeah peaceful.

(Nate in denial counter- 3)

Well ignoring those thoughts Nate pokes Bucks cheek, continuing to do those in an attempt to wake him up.. unfortunately he sleeps like a log so plan B,

Nate sits himself on top of the couch and readys himself…

*Thud*

Well unfortunately it had to be a rude awakening via kicking him off the couch and onto the floor,

As Nate slides himself down onto the seating of the couch, crossing his leg and looking down onto Buck.

"OWWW- couldn't ya have woken me up, y'know softer?"

Nate rolls his eyes as Buck raises an eyebrow,

"Well i trieedd to wake you up via pokes but no! you have to sleep like a log and force me to have to use the hard way,"

Buck grumbles, standing up to dust himself off,

"What are ye even here for tho, Sumin bad happen?" The red head questioned turning to meet nate's gaze, the brunette crossing over his other leg and leaning back before replying,

"Yes actually, tho i kinda just wanted to say hi,

But to summarize inaho, roomba, knife, got loose, ended up in America."

Buck tilts his head in confusion like a little puppy (he kinda just wants to hear Nate talk more tho), Nate sighs,

"Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and it ended up getting loose while i was tending to the wound she got from it, so i search everywhere around springdale for it but ended up in here to look for it"

"SHE DID WHAT?!?"

He yelled, name quickly replying

"I KNOW RIGHT?! I swear the stupidity of this bitch sometimes, can't she just let the chaos and destruction rest in her brain for at least a week?"

"Honestly i think that's impossible fer her"

"Yeah you're probably right there."

"Wait- Nate?"

"Yeah what's up?"

"You're losing sleep over this aren't you" he questioned to the brunette, nate averting his gaze away from buck because well he hit the nail on the coffin, it is like 1am in springdale right now,

"Well I've gone for longer without sleep so i'll be fineee"

"Like the time ye passed out from a whole week of no sleep?"

Yeah Buck was right, that is the longest Nate has gone without sleep for.. 7 seven days no sleep and high on caffeine as he became a coffee addict to stave of the sleep depression from all the nights of sleep before and after his adventures in America he lost to dealing with yo kai business

"Well uh," he gracefully changes the topic, meeting eyes with Buck again, "anyways Buck, do you wanna help me look for this stupid roomba?"

"M'thinkin you already know the answer to that?"

"Yeah I do, cmon lets get going." He says as the duo head out back to east pine to begin the search but it doesn't take them long because…

"THE SUPERMARKETS ON FIRE?!?" Nate yells out in shock, both of them are shocked of course, in a hurry they rush over to the parking lot and who do they see standing next to the St. Peanutsburg bunny.. the devils little helper herself Inaho, hands behind her back like some kinda villain.. maybe she is in another universe but not here.

She turns her head to look at the two with an evil smirk on her face,

"Hellloo there you twoo~"

"Get that stupid smirk off your face" Nate retorts as he and Buck walk over towards Inaho,

"Fuhuhu~" she turns to look back at the fire, "Fire is so beautiful isn't it?" She completely ignored him-

"I do agree it is pretty, BUT NOT WHEN ITS BURNING THE FUCKING SUPERMARKET!" he exclaims as he gestures to the burning supermarket to put emphasis on it,

"I still think it's pretty."

"Weirdo- well what's more important is why would you commit arson on the supermarket???"

Inaho tilts her head in confusion,

"Why ya gotta blame me for every bad thing that happens, but it was roomby who did this and don't ask me how because i aint got no focking clue man"

"Well then where's the roomba??"

And in a response Inaho points down to where low and behold the roomba is, no scratches or burn marks or any damage really, scrape free.

Seeing it, Nate quickly scoops it up, pulling off the taped knife with force and then throwing said knife down into the ground by Inaho's feet, just barely missing her.

After that jumpscare inaho picks the knife up from the ground and swiftly gives nate the middle finger with her free hand,

"OI FOCK YOU YE FOCKING BITCH!"

He swiftly gives her a middle finger back with his own free hand,

"Fuck you too bitch!"

"WELL- FOCK YOU MORE!"

"I swear is that really the best- Well how about you go fuck yourself!?"

"WELL I ALREADY DO ENOUGH OF THAT SO NO THANKS!" She yelled, as then Nate and Buck look at her with this wtf look of confusion before letting out a "Huh?", inaho then tilting her head with her own "huh?" As if she didn't hear what she just said

But before anyone can say anything there is yelling in the distance..

"INAHO MISORAAAA!!!!!"

mad yelling- from a very mad otter, it's USApyon of course, inaho stepping back from the other two from hearing him,

"Well it seems this is where i bid thee adieu" she proclaims before bows like some actor after a show after which she runs off making USApyon have to take chase, "GET'CHER ASS BACK HERE MISSY!"

Well good to know those two still have that dynamic going for them, until inaho narrowly avoids getting hit by the upcoming fire truck, this causing everyone to take a moment of shock and for USApyon to stop in his tracks, and it's not until she gives them the thumbs up of okay for them to all sigh in relief and for USApyon to continue chase as inaho runs off towards the church area,

Well at least the fire is going to be taken care of now.

"I should go take this roomba home now, see ya buck!"

"See ya! N'please do go get some sleep when ya get on home and not just sip on coffee."

"Don't worry i will i will" he says as the two depart, Nate using pocket mirapo to teleport straight to his room.

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After turning on the light and setting the roomba on its charging port he stretches before sitting down at his desk grabbing the cup of cold coffee that had been left there this entire time,

"Now then" he looks down at the paper on his table with tired bloodshot eyes, "to finish this homework.." he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his coffee- but no he stops himself, buck did tell him to get some sleep.. Well, getting this homework done can wait, besides tomorrow, well technically today is a Saturday so he can just do it after breakfast, so instead before he gets ready for bed he'll just write in his diary, (or his journal as he calls it to inaho and buck), for today.

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|4月21-22日20XX|

Hmm yeah it makes more sense if he writes it as through yesterday and today.

|Today was a rather, eventful day for lack of a better word. Inaho barged into my room with a knife taped to the roomba, thankfully she got her karma from the roomba no less but it had ended up escaping, somehow, taking me on a wild goose chase all around Springdale until i ended up going to St. Peanutsburg and taking a small detour to go see buck and his cute face, he ended up helping me search but we didn't have to look far as it had set the supermarket on fire, i was thankfully able to scoop it up and take off the knife so aside from Inaho almost committing a Jibanyan and getting hit by a truck, a fire truck no less, id say this was a successful mission complete|

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/i had fun when i was writing this and tbh, who else is gona writng about a yokai roomba seting fire to a supermarket because some bitch put a knife on it\

#yo-kai watch #yokai watch #yo kai watch #WHO LET THIS OCTOPUS WRITE DEAR GOD(octos writing tab)#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #my fic #misora inaho #nate x buck #yokai watch nate #buck hazeltine #buck yokai watch #inaho misora #yokai watch buck #inaho

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pansyfemme · 1 year

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oh man your tags on your previous post. I am also binary in a atypical way; both binaries for the price of one in my case (bigender) and while many consider themselves nonbinary along with that label, I… vehemently do not. ough the amount of. conversations I’ve needed to have with people about they/theming binary trans people and/or people who explicitly do not use they/them. I am not “nonbinary” or a “they/them” because I do not perform gender conformity well enough. gnc-ness or gender subversion in general is not a negation of gender identity. sending you luck out there

thank you, it's really nice to hear from someone feeling similarly. I've had a number of strange discussions about gender, and honestly i can't always tell you where i lie. the way i think of it, i'm male. 1000% male. but tbh. i cannot tell you my "male" and a cis guys "male" is the same. or that my "male" is the same as other trans guys I know. but yknow. while i doubt my gender belongs on the cisnormative idea of a gender binary- i think its probably not what people are expecting as a binary "male" gender- it's male to me, and so i identify as somewhere in the world between binary and not, if you really want to get deep about it. either way tho. if you ask me, im a guy, a binary guy. whether that binary is binary or not.

I'm never really sure why i started the whole gnc thing. To me, it's "crossdressing" but i don't use that word a lot bc it confuses people. I'm not always trying to look like a woman, but it is a bit of a performance for me, i do get a bit of a thrill out of being a spectacle, of being unidentifiable as a man or a woman. And as such, i don't really mind what strangers call me. I get a bit pissed when im fully in boy clothes with my facial hair out and get called a lady, but yknow. whatever. maybe they just thought i was a really cool butch, im fine with that. I'm proud of being a femme, of being a gay dude. I like when im seen as such, but i can't exactly pick and choose how people see me when im purposly blurring the lines. I used to wear my pronouns on my mask back at the beginning of the pandemic, when i first got back into wearing skirts, but that only worked abt 50% of the time. plus, women's bathrooms are cleaner, even if it does terrify me to go into either gendered toilet.

The issue though- arises is that publically, to those who know me, to my classmates, my professors, my friends- my gender isn't ambigious. I am very, extremly clear about my pronouns and my gender, i say it a lot, too much, honestly. But still, they/them is the most commonly used pronoun set for me, despite me being vocal that i use exclusivly he/him. It's not a secret, it is easily found, accesible information. if someone does ask me my pronouns, i don't mind even. at least then, i can make sure that they know them. but no matter what i do, i'm still referred to neutrally. It's not as bad as being called she/her, but it is a bit of a sting to the heart. I'm not a masc guy, i don't care if im "manly enough" to prove im a guy, i just have the simple hope that if i give people clear instructions on how to not make me feel like shit, they will follow them. I know people aren't trying to be malicious, people make assumptions about gender all the time. The fact that i 'pass as nonbinary' without even trying would be a lifetime achievment for other trans people i know. But the reality is, i'm not other trans people- i am just a dude with a 'typical' gender who does things in an 'atypical' way.

The one thing that has come of a lot of this, as my body became more masculine and my clothes more feminine, is that I have found a few people who didn't know my agab. They weren't surprised i'm trans, but i doubt they'd be either if i said i was a cis dude. It's just become that kind of way. I don't claim to pass as cis normally, im not trying to do that or particurally instrested in the ability to do so outside of casual situations and when it might be in my best intrest to try and do so. But the reality is, a lot of people see me, see my beard and my flat chest, my skirts and my longer hair, and they aren't able to catogorize me. And when i say im a boy, they are so confused about why a boy would be wearing what i do to even consider i might not actually have a dick. It's a funny thing.

i dont really know what to say. honestly its like. just up and down. i have no plans to stop presenting the way i do or calling myself the words i do, but i do think about it a lot. I do think about how people view me.

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artbivch · 2 years

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hee hee, accidentally tabbed out and lost the original chain I was following but found this bad boy by baeby-tc

1. describe your tc’s physical appearance.

As tall as me-ish, blonde, white but that slightly tanned white from going outside a lot.

2. What was the first thing you’ve ever said to your tc?

Probably “Here”

3. is your tc single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

Single afaik. I wish I was single sometimes, but I’m not about to break up with anyone for a crush

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

A little bit of all without being a lot of any. I know some nerd things about him, and he likes the outdoors, but he doesn’t seem to be super in shape and he’s not as artsy as some of the faculty—thank god

5. if you and your tc were in high school together, do you think you’d be friends?

Maybe? I’m pretty good at befriending randos who are lonely and introverted, but I have to be put in a class with them first. If we took art together then it’s possible.

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

Rufus Wainwright “The Art Teacher”

Need I say more?

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you’d love to see them wear?

He wears plaid button downs with a t shirt underneath almost exclusively. I wish he’d wear more formal wear sometimes but

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc’s subject if it meant you two could be together?

Oh absolutely, before the revenge of the crush on him, I was actually in a dual major program of art and education. I dropped the education part halfway through because I decided I don’t want to go straight into teaching when I graduate. I want to be able to explore the world and not be shackled back into the public school system right out of the gate. But also I would accept a TA position in a heartbeat

9. does your tc drink or smoke?

Don’t know about smoking or how much he drinks, but he had a beer or a cider of some sort once.

10. name one item that is always on your tc’s desk.

I haven’t seen his desk because the bastard’s never in his office, but he usually has a pencil behind his ear.

11. has your tc ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

He has absolutely no control over the students in the studio and what’s worse is the student he tends to hover over because he’s one of those annoying “oh I’ve never drawn before but I’m basically a prodigy out of nowhere” people. I’m not even mad at the guy for being a favorite I’m just annoyed at the fact he has the audacity to make some of the most photo realistic art within a few hours max and then leaves the studio a mess. I want to clobber this guy but I know I’d immediately get on the bad side of my tc.

The kid deserves my foot up his ass tho

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

No clue. He doesn’t talk much without being prompted and I’m too anxious to pry out those details without being worried he’d immediately notice how desperate I am

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many?

Pretty sure no to kids, but yes to siblings? I think he has a brother.

14. are you taking your tc’s class next year?

Yep! He’ll be my teacher for the full year and I’m gonna try to slip into his summer course post-graduation

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

Nope and unless fantasy casually breaks into reality, hopefully he never will.

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

no but he did once tell me I was using too much of the cleaner undiluted and four months later I still feel bad about it because it espensive ;-;

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

This feels a little dramatic, I think the worst it’s been is I had to wait an hour and a half for him to show up in a van so I could get my camping supplies out.

18. what are your tc’s hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

He seems to enjoy physical arts (he made a comment once about why do digital art when you’ve got a pen and paper lmao), which I’m more of a fan of too. He also seems to be outdoorsy and a fan of nature, which I tend to admire from afar. But also I’m not one to hike alone so I don’t know if I’d be more into it with someone

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

no but I harassed him for taking his sweet time when he told me I had to rush to the meeting site if I wanted my camping stuff back

20. if you had your tc’s class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

I didn’t have him during quarantine, but I’ve been in a group zoom call with him. A second teacher led pretty much all of the discussion and he just sorta stared at things behind the screen like a squirrel

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

We talkin fantasy or somewhat reality? Fantasy we goin’ to some cool foreign city and banging. Reality, I think I’d just like to go on another camping trip, except this time with maybe a few less people

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

No but he used to use my high school nickname because he thought it was funny when I told him. When he remembered the nickname (because there was a three year hiatus where I didn’t have him we’d just sometimes run into each other) he laughed at it again. It’s a pretty fun nickname lol

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

No which is surprising because I cried today after seeing a really cute bee video

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

No but I’ve recently learned we live within a few blocks of each other so *fingers crossed*

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

I’ve seen him interact with some teachers and I know he’s friends with one that although I haven’t had him he seems rad. The other teachers are ones that are either pretty okay or ones that my friends have had and either 100% hated/loved with no in between. So that’s interesting. He seemed to idolize the teacher who was the old head of the department he shifted to like I did so we have that in common (although I had the privilege of learning under the old teacher for a couple years which was dope)

26. what does your tc’s voice sound like?

A little raspy. Not like smoker raspy, just like, aged.

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

He’s not the most influential teacher I’ve had, but I really enjoy his style and methods. Plus he genuinely cares about the students even though he’s too introverted to show it most of the time.

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

Don’t know, he seems like a book guy and older media person

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

Easy going to a fault. It’s great until people take advantage of it.

30. how would you describe you and your tc’s relationship?

Friendly, hopefully maybe even peers to an extent when I graduate? I’m super bad at keeping in touch so it’d rely on me involving myself in the community more and hoping we run into each other oops

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

First name, but everyone calls him by that

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aviel-the-trans-bucket · 8 months

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Welcome back madlads to my journey through the music of mcr members post-breakup pre-reunion. Today we’ll be listening to Stomachaches by frnkiero andthe cellebration. I’m not sure what to expect but I’m in the mood to be suprised, all I know is I hope it rocks my shit.

As I write the last 3 posts in advance at 5 am on a Saturday because my sleep schedule is fucked, I’ve come to realize I don’t have all that much to say. I’m unsure what to expect going into this, but I suppose that’s all part of the journey . Let’s begin this adventure together shall we?

All I Want Is Nothing: ok so far it sounds good, and I’m just now realizing I’ve never really gotten a good listen to Frank’s voice (I haven’t watched any interviews besides solo ones from Gerard 😬). Ok this sounds kickass ngl. I like this it bangs. So I’m liking where this is going, the sound is good and I’m thinking maybe this might be a bit more my speed than hesitant alien was even tho it did grow on me.

Weighted: Song 2 let’s go, ok very moody. Ok this rocks, I dig this vibe. Shit I need lyrics these are audio only and I have processing issues. Ok I like this it’s nice, it’s not quite blasting my tits off but I feel it in my bones this album has the potential to.

Blood Infections: ok this bangs, I’m really digging his moody vibe. Oh shit yea no this fucks. I dig this, his voice kinda hot ngl 👀. So this one did tickle my brain good but still not punching me in the face.

She's the Prettiest Girl at the Party, and She Can Prove It with a Solid Right Hook: oooo tasty guitar opening. Aw this is pretty. This is really sweet, I like this. Just a really cute vibe, fuck yea man. I love songs dripping with just this tenderness.

Stitches: ok sick beat, this has a vibe I feel like I’ve felt before but I can’t put my finger on where. It’s vibes, it’s a banger. It kinda fucks, it’s a headbanger for sure.

Joyriding: ok I like the rhythm (I’m only doing audio but I’ll probably go back and and watch the music videos) oh shit this is what I was waiting on! This one blasts my tits clean off! Fuck yea!! Yea this one fucking slaps!

Stage 4 Fear of Trying: oooo guitar beloved. Oh damn the vocals are a bit cleaner and he sounds nice damn. This is a feelings song isn’t it, shit. This is gonna be one that makes my emotional wounds sting. The music is fucking gorgeous tho, and he sounds great.

Tragician: oh fuck hell yea! This bangs out the gate, also for like half a second the guitar sounded like the opening to I’m not okay. Yea this is sick, you can really rock to most of these but especially this one.

Neverenders: ok this is looking like bangers all the way down. This slaps, but again joyriding was the only one to get close to the music feeling like it decked me in the face. It’s great but not quite obliterating me y’know.

Smoke Rings: oh opening was fresh, that’s nice. Ok it does bang, but I’m bad at descriptions but it does bang different from the last 2. It’s sick af tho.

Guilttripping: ok this is nice. A bit of a slower tempo. I don’t have a whole lot of thoughts on it. It’s a nice song, I’m neutral on it.

Where Do We Belong? Anywhere But Here: oh I heard that note. Does guilttripping lead straight into this song? Raking strings and grainy audio, sick. There it is! There’s the punch in the fucking face! Goddamn!

So the album was, good. I liked most of the songs but for most I don’t feel particularly strongly about them. I think in my own opinion it did kinda get a little stale towards the end before the last song went hard. It’s a good vibe and I do really like his voice but idk. My top 5 of the album would have to be…

1: Joyriding

2: Where Do We Belong? Anywhere But Here

3: Tragician

4: Stitches

5: Weighted

Well first album down and I’m excited for more, I wanna see if he’s got a song that’s really gonna blow me away. I’m honestly starting to understand the picture a bit more, what makes mcr so appealing to me is it’s some of the best of all of the members at the same time. One of my favorite songs of Gerard’s solo career was the hazy shade of winter cover with Ray. I’m honestly a bit worried to really wow me it’s gotta be all 4 of them. The next post will be the keep the coffins coming ep and parachutes album, see you next time madlads.

#aviel rambles #my bullshit #frank iero #frnkiero andthe cellabration #aviel listens to solo content (made during the mcr hiatus)#I’m catching up on old mcr stuff in the off chance they drop a new album post return #stomachaches

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sailorsero · 3 years

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nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

#happy birthday bakugou!!!#my writing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader

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deathsmallcaps · 3 years

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I like to pretend I speak Spanish, so I talk to the farm animals in Spanish. Which means that the goats have learned that when I yell, “¡Mis Cabritas!” They should come over to me. I’m not sure if they have associated it with food or attention. But it works, and it’s fairly new - I’ve been calling them like that for years, but they’ve only learned it within the last two weeks.

And I love it! I love seeing them run up to me, trusting and adorable. It makes me feel a little bad when I use it so I can grab them for science tho. I had to get fecal samples tonight and in order to do that accurately, I have to lock them up in separate stalls, which they don’t enjoy. But it’s for their health and we don’t do this very often, so I guess we’ll all have to grin and bear it.

But in happier news …. I met TWO foals this weekend!!! They were both terribly fluffy, nippy, funny, nippy and their tails were like … fox tails. They looked like poofy pipe cleaners and were SO short and soft to the touch. Here’s some pictures!!!!

The first picture and the video is of a rotten little 4-month-old mini horse colt. He both wanted attention and wanted to eat flesh, so it was a difficult balance between reaching in to pet him and not getting nipped. The other mini horse visible in the video is his mother.

The rest of the pictures are of a (less than) 2-month-old draft filly. She wasn’t quite as nippy or fluffy, but she was still so stinking cute! Also, don’t worry too much about the balding spots. Like a lot of mammal babies (even human babies! Sometimes you have to keep mittens and socks on human babies 24/7 for a while so they don’t scratch themselves with their little nails!) she is still sensitive to both heat and stimuli, so she rubs herself a lot. The farmer who owns her attached a soft brush to the wall, so she can better help herself. I love little miss legs, lol. Her mom is in the back of pictures 6 and 7

(Stuff I learned these past few days. Sad, but true stories for these little guys. But happily, they and their mothers are all getting adopted, and the rescue legally binds the new owners to inform them of any new movements of the horses and offers a very easy return if something was to happen. So things are looking up!)

So the farm we went to is a horse rescue, and a very well-run one (a lot of horse rescues are fakes and nasty). The mini-horse mama was originally going to be sold to a private (ew!) big cat owner. Apparently, since mini-horses are overbred and under-wanted (like most horses), they’re pretty nice, cheap and fat solutions to the people who can’t get easy meat for their exotic pets. No word on whether she was going to be live food or not. In any case, she was probably kept with a stallion because the owner didn’t care, and she and another (still pregnant) mini mare arrived at the rescue. But they’re healthy and fine now - my mother and I even cleaned their yard!

The draft girls duo have a similar story. The mother was (probably, she didn’t have papers) a brood mare, and was reaching the end of her fertile days. What happens often with older horses (or ferals) in such an overbred horse country like ours, is that they are sold to a collector of sorts who then passes them around for six or so months until they can be sold to a country that will eat them, like Canada or Mexico, or to a pet food factory. And since they sell by the pound, it helps to get the mares pregnant, so they’re heavier. Luckily, this lovely lady was picked up by the rescue and almost immediately had her baby. So all’s good for this pair!

The reason horse meat cannot be commercially sold for human consumption is because, basically, the American government decided it was too hard to check up and inspect many horse-owning properties to see if they were well taken care of, let alone clean enough to be eaten by people. I’m not really against horse meat, I don’t think I’d eat it myself, but I’d much rather America sell horse meat and thus heavily keep track of and protect horses, than the current system.

So yeah, the horse industry, a lot like pretty much any animal industry, is pretty fucked up. The racetracks are a big reason behind this - as is a lack of proper animal education. So please don’t support racetracks and remember to really consider your property’s capabilities when you’re getting a new animal.

Horses, as much as the wild mustang and/or brumby sounds cool, are like any other feral animal - they can’t survive well in the wild, and ruin the ecosystem for the real native animals and other life forms. You will never see a truly healthy wild horse, and that’s a goddamn shame. So don’t dump them either.

#farm update #mis cabritas #goats #foals #I never remember my farm tags I need to organize #if you feel more knowledgeable about horse stuff that’s cool!#I can check out what you have to say #but horses aren’t really my thing. my profile pic doesn’t stand for Bureau of Land Management lol.

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Six Years (Part 3)

Pairing:

Past/Eventual Bellamy Blake x Fem!Kane!Reader, Platonic!Octavia Blake

Summary:

Octavia knew who she was now, but you couldn’t figure out what the hell you’d become.

Warning:

so much mf angst, themes of addiction and depression, self-destructive behavior and a tiny bit of comfort in there

Word Count:

2k (i got a little ~carried away~ lol)

A/N:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. i wasn’t happy with the og thing i had down so i literally just rewrote the whole thing in a few hours and it’s sm better than it would’ve been. me holding off posting this did wonders and i’m more confident in it too even tho i kinda think i suck at writing but also kinda don’t idk my self esteem varies wildly

Merry Christmas Eve Eve to those who celebrate ❤️

the gif (and all the other ones) are not mine and i take no credit for them

if you want to be tagged in any of my works, send me a message or an ask and i’ll add you :)

@shipshipshipau

The girl with aqua eyes - although now they were more of a spotted gray - had only seen one moment of weakness from you. It would be the last time Octavia had seen you, and you, her.

“We’re surviving!” She had started shouting, as if she believed that set in a lower tone, her words would be construed as lies. “The human race is surviving! That’s what matters!”

“He wouldn’t be okay with this, and you know it!” Your voice broke involuntarily as it rose to match hers. You shook your head as you tried to desperately stop the ache in your chest as you brought her - probably dead - brother up. Tears clung to your eyelashes, waiting for you to blink so they had permission to fall. Your throat had been closed for a while now, and the rest was merely a weak cry. “If this is the price that we have to pay...maybe we shouldn’t be.”

You’d never know if it was the crack in your demeanor or your choice of words, but either way, her eyes softened when you spoke.

“Look at me.” You did as told and she gripped the back of your neck in one hand, pulling your forehead so close it almost came into contact with hers.

The air changed as Octavia came alive under the monster she wore for armor. Her mask coming off allowed you to let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You would begin to regret not smashing the helmet to bits while it was off and vulnerable.

“You have to stop listening to them,” She said. “It’ll tear you apart. It’s better they get to live to hate us than die slowly and love us-”

“They don’t deserve this either, O-”

“We bare it, so they don’t have to. You’re the one that told me that. You can’t back out on me, now. I can’t do this without you.”

For so long you were okay with her needing you to do the dirty work. Besides the first time - when you did it together - she’d give the sentence and you’d see it through. Every single time, it felt like it was killing you more than them, but that didn’t matter, did it? If you weren’t going to do it, who would?

It was the last thing Octavia had asked of you and you had no intention of letting her down.

Bellamy didn’t know what he would see when they finally dropped him down into the bunker, but it definitely wasn’t that. Surrounded by more death than he was prepared for, he couldn’t help himself to not move his gaze around the arena. The fences between him and the living reminded him of the cages the Mountain Men held him in. The walls were stained deep with crimson, leaving the dull concrete behind it unrecognizable. He looked to the blonde at his side, and they asked each other the same silent question:

What the hell happened down here?

His whiskey shaded orbs kept moving, albeit reluctantly. They stopped on Marcus Kane, who looked so much older than last time. His hair and beard were inches longer and grayer than the natural brown he used to have. He was so pale, it was unnerving - almost as if he was close to death. They connected eyes briefly and that’s when the younger saw the deadly weapon held to his neck by the hands of-

No.

Your back was facing him, but it didn’t matter how long it had been, he’d never miss you. The locks that adorned your head were longer too, almost to your waist. The natural shade was faded though, like you had aged twenty years instead of six. He watched your shoulders heave and your hands start to shake as Kane talked to you.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from the impure red that dyed your skin and clothes.

While you were distracted, he chose to act, protecting Marcus from his own flesh and blood. He didn’t miss the gears in your head turning as your gaze landed on him. He saw your eyes sink into a trance of recognition and a deep sort of longing overtook your senses. The melancholic need you had tried to numb for half a decade came back in full force and held no mercy.

You remembered how he always smelled of the forest after the sky wept. You remembered how sure but gentle his touch was on your skin. You remembered how his remarkably soft lips would feel when they pushed against yours as they begged for more at every turn. You remembered how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart thump as he assured you everything would be alright, even if he didn’t think it would be.

Was that gone forever, now, too?

Bellamy noticed something else, though; something he didn’t recognize. Something he’d never seen before.

Something that scared him.

It had been hours since and neither of you had bothered to find the other. Getting everyone out was a great distraction for him. Talking to his little sister, whose eyes seemed to hold the same thing yours did, was another. She had explained to him and Clarke that Wonkru had deemed her Bloodreina and you, Ripa. So, no, nothing as special as death from above or the red queen or the commander of death, but death, nonetheless.

People have done well not to forget that.

When Clarke told him you still hadn’t come out and no one had seen you, however, he didn’t have a choice anymore.

The halls were those of nightmares, spirits lurking around every corner and it was cold and empty. He knew the lights were kept low to save power but it felt almost purposeful, like they were meant to scare you. To tell you not to act out or some kind of monster would jump from the shadows and make you pay.

But he didn’t know if it was you or his sister.

A chill slithered up his spine.

If someone told him this wasn’t real, he’d do anything he could to believe them. He wished that he was seconds away from being shaken awake by Raven or Monty, and they would tell him it was just another nightmare. He wished he was still on the Ring, praying ignorantly to anyone that would listen that his family on earth were still okay.

Breaking him from his thoughts, a yellow lamplight caught his attention. At the end of the windowless corridor, it shone out of a slightly ajar door. Using every ounce of strength he possessed to not walk away, he pushed it open. It cried at the motion, diminishing any and all remnants of silence that swallowed the floor.

His eyes found you catching yourself from falling caused by a failed attempt at standing. A half empty bottle of whatever works in one hand, the other one holding you up against the bed frame. The high-pitched creak pulled your attention to the front of the room with a furrowed brow and he allowed himself to take in your appearance.

A wrinkled, cotton shirt sat on your chest and it was a different one than before; faded white and thin, yet cleaner than the other one which was colored with blood. Your hair was damp - the result of taking a shower - but lazily tied back in a half-assed effort to get it out of your face.

You stared at each other for a minute. A million things were hitting your slow-moving thoughts at once, too much for you to even try to comprehend. He finally took one step towards you, parting his lips to say something but no sound came out. He was stumped, hundreds of words flooded his mind but not a single one sounded good enough.

Nothing he could say would make what happened in the arena okay.

It was unbearably painful. There he was, finally right in front of you, and you had no idea what to talk about. No idea what to start with, end with, bring up, discuss, laugh about, cry about, scream about. Nothing was good enough to say to the man that kept you alive for such a long time, such a long time ago.

Too long ago.

You inevitably broke the silence, though your words came out cracked and in a slur. A defensive and humorless scoff left your lips, an effort to cover up the discomfort. Or it was because you were too drunk to shut yourself up. “You gonna say somethin’?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped he’d sound different. It was childish and irrational, but you hoped that you could say you both changed too much and he would have nothing to hold against you.

Because no matter how far away it seemed, sometimes you could still remember what it felt like to be that innocent seventeen-year-old that hadn’t lived yet; what it felt like to be that girl who still couldn’t stand her father. To be that girl who sprained her ankle within ten minutes of being on earth for the first time. To be that girl who hadn’t made a friend aside from Clarke and Wells in her whole life. That girl who had just kissed a boy for the first time.

The girl who was loved and not lost yet.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Where the hell did she go?

That made the room spin, and you had to blink a few times to make it stop, taking a seat on the thin mattress. You took a drink, making the liquid slosh from the base to the neck of the bottle and back again. When it settled, you rested your head between your shoulders as you heard him say your name. It bounced off the walls in the room, hitting each one again, and again, and again like it was a bullet waiting to find its target. You had wanted the word to fall from his lips for so long that you’d forgotten what it sounded like. You had forgotten what he sounded like, and you fucking hated yourself for it.

Then you realized he said, “Ripa,” and those four deadly little letters crushed your throat and stole the air from your lungs.

That name hadn’t felt right from the start, but it was what you had been simultaneously promoted to and reduced by. The only person who refused to call you that over the years, was your father. For two thousand days, he made sure to steer clear of it.

That’s not who you are and I know it, even if you don’t.

A sudden and hauntingly raw sob escaped, and you knew his eyes were on you in an instant.

“Don’t call me that,” You begged, meeting his gaze for the first time since he entered. Breath picking up, you were practically terror-stricken at the idea that all you were to him now was a murderer. You vigorously tried to shake the thought away, squeezing your eyes shut as everything that kept you numb seemed to vanish into thin air. “Y-You can’t-Not you too. Please, not you.”

Bellamy’s hand brushed your cheek and tears rained freely. You immediately leaned into the familiar and delicate warmth and you really fucking hoped this wasn’t your mind playing a trick on you.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” When he spoke this time, his words sounded choked too. His other hand cradled the back of your head as he pulled you into his chest and just...held you. “It’s okay.”

It was like you were standing at the edge of a building, teetering the edge before accidentally falling. Only, before you could plummet to your death, someone caught your hand, and it occurred to you that you really wanted them to pull you back up.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Your voice was just so, so weak. Beaten down and broken.

“Never.” He said it with so much confidence and finality, you almost had to convince yourself it was real and not a dream. “I promise.”

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hongism · 3 years

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Hyello, okay so. I don't have the emotional energy to take in and discuss everything in that chapter so imma just gush over the info cause I am a ✨whore✨ for world building.

So obviously MOC SPOILER

hi bestie HELLO guess WHO!!! finally ANSWering!!! altho im gonna answer separately and space everything out all Neatly bc im all over the place so strap IN we’re going on an moc RIDE!

THERE'S A WHOLE SIREN COMMUNITY?! AND YN AND IT MUST BE WOOYOUNG WERE FRIENDS? SIRENS HAVE A FULLY FLEDGE COMMUNITY WITH PRIESTS AND SCHOOLS AND MULTUOLE CITIES TO SOME EXTEND??? MAYBE EVEN AN ENTIRE PLANET WITH SIRENS MAYBE THEIR ORIGIN PLANET? HOW MANY TYPES OF SIRENS ARE THERE AND IN THE COMMUNITY HOW DTRICT ARE THE DIFFERENT ROLES?!?! ALSO DOES THE SIREN COMMUNITY ALLOW FOR DIFFERENT TYPES OF SIRENS TO BE TOGETHER? OBVIOUSLY THEY SHOULD BUT ARE THE CHILDREN THEN HYBRID TYPES, LIKE WHEN WE GET BLUED DARK SKIND BABIES OR CAN A SKREN ONLY BE ONE TYPE. WHAT POWERS DO SIRENS HAVE AND DOES THE POWERS REFLECT THEIR PERSONALITY AND DO THE DIFFERENT TYOES LEAN TOWARDS CERTAIN JOBS. LIKE WE JUST LESRNED THE OCEAN GOTTA BE PRIESTS BUT MOON ISNT STRICT WHAT ABOUT FIRE. AND IS YN INSTIC TO PULL OUT A HEART CAUDE HER PERSONALITT, TRSUMA OR IS IT RELATED TO THE MOON. ALSO CAUSE ITS A RED MOON WHICH IS COMMONLY A BLOOD MOON, IS YN THEN A SPECIAL MOON SIREN AND THATS WHY HER POWERS ARE STEONGER OR HER INSTICTS TO USE THEM ARE STORNGER BUT THEN THE MILITARY FUCKED HER UP. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now this is the thing im biting my tongue on SO HARD bc it’s my favorite aspect of the world building and the universe and everything involved in it bUTIHDFKJG THERS SO MUCH I WANNA SAYYYYYYYYYY in short that one dream sequence holds more hints and information than ANYTHING from previous chapters, i think that it’s probably the MOST IMPORTANT dream to date. while we’ve seen some crazy ones in the past, this one is both the biggest hint and the biggest window into y/n’s past by FARRRR. even tho that whole scene was dialogue i think there’s so much to pick up on from it and so much to see and learn from it and it’s one of my faves bc there’s so much to unpack from it !!

Like yes the story and the development is freaking ✨yes✨ I love it. Genuinely think moc should be released as books. But I just cannot deal with the emotions rn.

But also now all I'm going to be thinking about how many sirens are actually out there. And if yn knew her parents and wasn't just an orphan the military found in the streets... How the fuck did she end up in the military grasps. What happened to her parents what happened to the community, is it still out there? Guess I gotta go back and reread the galaxies and the backstories, obviously I must have missed or have forgotten something. Ugh how the puzzle pieces are puzzling (or something). Moc is a drug and I'm not going sober anytime soon

(obviously you don't have to respond to my questions, this is more just an insight into the spiralling of theories going on in my mind)

releasing moc as books? a dream and a half, i can say that much slkjdlgkjlkf but back to the sirens... how many are out there? we heard early on that hongjoong was looking for ‘the last five’ but then seonghwa debunked that and said that was a mistranslation over time that was passed down and such, but beyond that, we don’t really know much about sirens as a whole? there are some hints in the galaxies and planet descriptions but if that dream sequence is a puzzle, i would say we have a handful of pieces that can be put into place based on what we’ve learned so far!!!!

Okay I lied, I am ready to unpack a little of the ✨emotions✨

When hongjoong explained that hwa tried to stop San only for San to detain him and in a sense make him watch the scene unfold. And then realising hwa had to go through that again, only being even more helpless. I don't doubt hwa loves San, but to see the events happening again, with someone he clearly loves as much as he does yn even if he also loves joong, and to see the desperation and determination must have been just. Horrible. Just absolutely soul breaking horrible. I can imagine him vowing to himself after San that he would never let something like that happen again. That of any of the crew got out of control like that, that he would fight harder to stop them. That he would would do absolutely everything in his power to stop it. And then being helpless as he watched yn do it. Just pure heart wrenching pain. And it must have been beyond terrifying to see someone you love ready and determined to kill themselves partly from rage and partly from desperation. With the backstory, that scene becomes almost as cruel as the warehouse scene with San. The only redeeming quality is no one needing life saving surgery in a time crunch, otherwise they would be the same level of ✨never again✨

honestly i think the two crew members i torture the most are san and hwa bc i just keep putting them thru all this shit and hurting them so much but really this was the defining point of why seonghwa was so afraid. before we kinda just knew he was afraid of yn and hongjoong was mad about it. in this revelation we get to see the source of the trauma and how it was amplified by it being someone he loves as dearly as he loves yn. and for sure when first reading that scene of yn and jisung in the brig, it’s meant to evoke a sense of anger and rage like yn is so angry to a point where she would do this sort of thing, but my hope with that scene was also to show that desperation. that when looking back at it after having already seen the rage and the aftermath, that reading it again shows how desperate and hopeless she was in that moment. which is exactly the same emotion that was evoked back in that warehouse scene with san, except it was relayed differently because the warehouse was a more immediate sense of desperation. this brig scene was meant to emulate that but in a slow burn kinda way where the veil of realization is pulled off after the fact and not in the moment!!!

Just to make sure you don't misunderstand. Those asks were compliments. You are an absolutely incredible writer. And the fact that you aren’t afraid of hurting your characters *cough cough* SHOOTING SAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *CLEARS THROAT AGRESSIVELY* just makes the story much better. No one gets plot armour, making it more realistic (?) and really draws in the writer and sorta imitates the fear and desperation the characters feel

PLS don’t worry, i live for every moment and i live for these open and raw and genuine conversations i didn’t take any as an insult i PROMISE!! i think part of the nature of this whole trope of space pirates and criminals is that hter is no guarantee of safety! i don’t wanna have to cut corners to make sure everyone stays unharmed and undamaged throughout the story when the nature of the world i’ve built thus far is a wildly dangerous one!!! i always say that i try to be as realistic as i can, all things considered, and i think that’s the biggest thing that adds to the ‘realism’ in my mind so im so happy to hear that you see it and appreciate it and enjoy it!!!

OHOHOHOHOHOH ALSO

YN GRIPPING SOMEONES HEART??? YOU WRITE THAT SO FUCKING WELL. LIKE ENIGUH DETAILS THAT WE KNOW WHATS GOING ON, BUT ALSO NOT SO MANY DETAILS SO IT GETS DETACHWD FROM THE STORY. LIKE THE LACK OF CLEAR SUPER MANY DETAILS REALLY MADE IT THAT *YOU ARE EXPERIENCING THIS, NOT JUST READING IT* LIKE IT MADE IT WAY MORE EMOTIONAL AND OERSONAL AND THE READER REALLY GOT IMMERSED IN THE MOST HORRIBLE WAY THAT KUST MADE IT ALL RHE MORE BETTER. ALSO JOONG AFRAID????? JOONG REALISING HE GOT A FULLY FLEDGED HEART RIPPER SIREN WHO CANT CONTROL HER BODY TO MOVE THROUGH A HARMLESS DOOR BUT CAN DEFINITELY KILL IN A HEARTBEAT (OR TWO 👀) ALSO THE CONTRAST OF REMOVING RHE BLOOD COLOURED WHITE OLASTIC AND HAVING A CLEAN HAND UNDERNWATH. THE SYMBOL OF IT ALSO BEKNG A TRASH CLEANERS SUIT. LIKE SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY USE THE TRASH PROTECTION DUIT FOR ITS INTENDED PURPOSE. ALSO THE OART WHERE SHE SAYS SHES FINE EVEN TJO SHE ISNT. AT FIRST I READ IT AS HER TELLING HERSELF TO LIE BUT THEN I REALISED ITS HER ADMITTING SHE VERY MUCH ISNT. AND SAN NOT KNOWING???? AND KISSING HER HAND AND UGH AND SEONGHWA KNOWING. I BET HE'S LOWKEY GETTING MORE AND MORE AFRAID OF HER. LIKE YN IS READY TO KILL HERSELF AND ANYONE AROUND HER TO KEEP SAN SAFE. AND SHE INSTICTUALLY GOES FOR THE MODT AGRESSIVE METHOD POSSIBLE. IHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WTITING AND YOUR TWISTED MIND THAT CAN CREATE ALL THESE FUCKING SCENES THAT GOT ME THUNKING AND FEELING ✨EMOTIONS✨

truly one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the chapter simply bc of how shocking and sudden it is!! for me, that was one of the easiest scenes to write in the chapter, oddly enough? it was something that when it came time to write it, i knew how i wanted it to be and was able to just sit down and write it out the way its written in the final draft of the chapter. i really love playing with those aspects of fiction and storytelling. tangible to a point, without spelling it out. i think it’s obvious that i really love delayed realization in writing, but i really like playing with how the brain processes information and for me personally, i don’t pick up on things right away! i can realize them in a snap or it can take me a bit to go ‘oh god that’s what happened’, and i like playing with that in y/n’s character a LOT.

and in that same vein of thought, there are some layers to that scene as well when compared to the door scene. in the door scene we saw hongjoong clearly tell y/n ‘you need to do this to save san’ yet she wasn’t able to do it despite trying and believing hongjoong. then in the heart scene we saw y/n clearly tell herself ‘you need to do this to save san’ and she did it then. so there’s a lot at play in that parallel alone too. and with that internal monologue she has of im fine vs not fine, then san kissing the hand that touched a literal real actual beating heart for me that was a sort of self indulgent scene and i was really worried about it coming across as too cheesy or something like that, but that is something that’s gonna impact y/n as a character and her relationship with san when they have the conversation of ‘oh hey i put my hand through a man’s chest for you’

i think part of why this chapter was so difficult to construct and write as a whole definitely is because of all the undertones and nuances throughout, and in a lot of ways it’s so so much to even think about that it’s almost too much packed into one chapter alone, but even if you don’t pick up on all the nuances throughout, i’m hoping to revisit them and bring them back around in that delayed realization style again bc that’s one of my favorite things to do ofc :3

#21y redeemed fool #mists of celeste #moc: spoilers #caly answers #sorry i wrote you a whole essay in response oh my god?!??#T_T

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crystalstar8 · 3 years

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Knights of the Night (ch 15)

Chapter 15

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 2,459

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak @fallenstar-7

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing…

Catalina was nervous. She had changed her outfit almost ten times and was already pulling a sweater out of her closet for an eleventh. She eyed her suitcase in the corner of her room. No, don’t open it, you’ll have to repack, she told herself. Her phone buzzed from her bed. It was a text from Jungkook.

JK: I’m on my way

“Shit,” Catalina mumbled. She looked between the sweater in her hand and the one laying on the floor. The one in her hand was a bit nicer so she pulled that one on. She tucked it into her skirt, then slipped into her ankle boot heels. As she was checking her hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror for the last time, she heard her front door open. Rounding the corner, she saw Jungkook standing in the hallway, tapping the snow off his boots on the rug. Catalina grabbed her coat.

“You look so cute!” he said as she came over for a hug.

“I always look cute, what are you talking about?” she said. He grinned, his nose scrunching up and his eyes turning to crescents. He looked good too, in a turtleneck under his peacoat. It was amusing to her, knowing that he still had a few lingering marks on his neck. They had both dealt with enough teasing from their friends over the past few days, they definitely didn’t need Jungkook’s family on that train as well.

“Ready to go?” he asked. Catalina nodded and followed him out the door, locking up behind her.

The car ride was short, only a minute or two since they lived a block away from each other. There were two other cars in the driveway, which Jungkook parked behind. As they got out of the car, Jungkook said, “So, my brother is kind of annoying. Just warning you. He’s in law school and he’s a bit of an asshole about it.”

“Be an asshole about your film major right back to him,” said Catalina, making him laugh.

“Easy,” he said. “I’ll just start talking about my favorite directors and artsy films.”

His house was warm and inviting, as it always was, but today, it was cleaner than Catalina’s seen it in a long time. Maybe ever. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, decorated with mismatched bulbs and ornaments.

Jungkook’s mom came out of the kitchen, pulling oven mitts off her hands. She saw Catalina and her eyes lit up.

“Catalina! It’s so good to see you!” she said, pulling her into a hug. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, me too!” Catalina said. “I never get to see you guys, so I’m glad to be able to spend some time with you all.”

“Of course, you’re always welcome,” she said. “My husband and I are always so busy with work, I feel bad. Anyway, come into the kitchen. The food’s almost ready. Jungkook, go help set the table.”

Dinner was beautiful, and Catalina had fun listening to Jungkook’s family try to embarrass him by sharing childhood stories. He wasn’t embarrassed though, always laughing with the table and sharing his own details about the experiences. It sounded like the family hiked and camped a lot while the boys were growing up, so there were plenty of adventure stories to go along with that. Catalina asked about his parent’s jobs and they told her about what they do at the hospital during their overnight shifts. They were both nurses, but they also did volunteer work every chance they got. Jungkook’s brother was indeed a bit of an asshole about being a law student, but Jungkook cracked everyone up by talking about his favorite film, “Persepolis”, pronouncing it “Pear-say-po-li”.

Catalina had a great time, but she didn’t stay too late since her and Jungkook had a flight to catch in the morning. Jungkook dropped her off at home that night, kissing her softly in the car before she got out.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, pecking his lips once more before getting out of the car. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said.

It feels so good to say that, Catalina thought as she took the stairs to her apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The airport was crowded with people rushing to travel for the holidays. Catalina was thrumming with excitement. She hadn’t seen her mom since before her first semester. She had never lived away from her home before, never away from her mom for so long. She couldn’t wait to see her, and to introduce Jungkook to her. They found their flight easily enough in the giant building, and soon enough, they were in the air, en route to Detroit.

Catalina’s mom was waiting for them at the airport when they landed. As soon as Catalina exited the gates, she ran, giving her mom a long hug.

“Oooh, dios mio, how I’ve missed you!” her mom said, holding her tight.

“I missed you too, mom,” said Catalina. She pulled away and looked over at Jungkook. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook.”

“What a cutie you are!” her mother said as she gave Jungkook a hug as well. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Diaz,” said Jungkook.

“Ms. Diaz. Or you can just call me Lucía. Come, lets go home,” she said. “This place is too crowded.”

Catalina sat in the passenger seat of her mom’s car on the way home. It wasn’t a long drive, their house was just outside of the city. During the drive, she wondered if she should reach out to her old friends. They had never once texted or checked up on her while she was away, so maybe it was best to leave them behind.

The house looked exactly the same as when she last saw it and it gave her a sense of comfort to come back to the familiarity. After Catalina and Jungkook got settled into her old room, her mom called them downstairs to help bake cookies. While baking, Catalina and Jungkook told her all about their classes and professors. After the cookies came out, they had fun decorating them in weird and interesting ways. Jungkook decorated a gingerbread man with red eyes and fangs, which Catalina took a picture of to send to their friends.

Later in the evening, Lucía took them all out to dinner at a nice place in downtown Detroit. The restaurant was beautiful; bistro lights dripped from the ceiling, branching out from the twisting paper tree in the center of the dining room. Over dinner, Catalina told her mother about her friends in California, and about their trip to the lodge. Her and Jungkook left out the parts about their friends being vampires.

“I want to know how the two of you got together,” said Lucía. “She didn’t date much in high school, so this is so exciting to me.”

“I had a girlfriend in my senior year,” Catalina mumbled. Lucia waved a hand.

“That doesn’t count,” she said. Catalina glanced at Jungkook, who was frowning after hearing this exchange. Catalina put a hand on his knee under the table and decided not to argue.

“Well, we met in our French class,” Catalina started. “We became friends and we hung out a lot for the first few months of the semester. I mean, I never really knew I had a crush on him at first, I knew he was attractive, but I only saw him as a friend. Then one day, he kissed me, and we’ve been an item ever since.”

Lucía had a hand over her heart as she listened.

“That’s so sweet,” she said. “You two are a beautiful couple and I can see you’re so happy with each other. I’m just…so relieved that you found a nice boy and-“

“Mom,” Catalina interrupted.

“I just didn’t want you to fall back into those high school phases you were in,” she said. “I was so worried I would lose you to the wrong kind of people. There’s so many influences online these days and I just wanted you to be successful in life. That kind of lifestyle comes with drugs and-“

“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” Jungkook said, standing up and giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Mom, stop it,” Catalina said. As soon as Jungkook was out of sight, she said, “My boyfriend is bisexual too. And so are some of my other friends at school. They’re all amazing people and I would do anything for them. I don’t like when you say things like this.”

“Catalina, you know I love you no matter what,” her mother said. “I just want the best for you.”

“It’s not something anyone can control,” Catalina said. “Whether I fall in love with a man or a woman, I’ve always hoped you could be happy for me no matter what.”

“I am happy for you,” Lucía said, reaching over to take Catalina’s hand. “You’re following your dream and you seem so happy with your life right now. I think I need to get used to the idea of my daughter being bisexual, there’s just so many bad connotations that come with that community. At least from when I was growing up.”

“Things are different now,” Catalina said.

“I know, I know,” Lucía said. “I think I just need to get used to this. At the end of the day, I just want you to be safe and happy. I think a man would be able to provide for you better later in life.”

“You of all people should know that’s not true,” Catalina said. “You raised me alone, and we were always pretty well off.”

Lucía raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “You got me there.”

Catalina giggled and squeezed her mom’s hand.

“I love you, cariña,” Lucía said. “Just remember that.”

“I love you too, mom,” said Catalina.

Jungkook came back and Catalina took his hand as soon as he sat down.

“I’m sorry if what I said earlier was offensive,” Lucía said to him.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said, flashing a smile.

“I’m trying, it was just so different when I was young,” she said.

“It’s really okay,” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “This sounds exactly like the conversation I had with my own mom when I was sixteen.”

Lucía laughed and the conversation turned to the topic of Jungkook’s family. Dinner went on peacefully. Catalina was glad she got this conversation off her chest. She had been struggling with that topic ever since she came out in high school. It really sounded like her mother was trying to understand, and Catalina couldn’t be more grateful.

The next day was Christmas Eve. Catalina and Jungkook took a day trip to Frankenmuth, which, as soon as they arrived, they realized was a bad idea. Frankenmuth was packed with people, but the pair still managed to have a good time. They ate dinner at the Bavarian Inn and took a carriage ride around the town. They walked the underground mall and the outdoor shops, but only bought gifts for Lucía, since everything was terribly overpriced. They didn’t even shop for each other, since they both confessed they had already bought each other Christmas gifts a long time ago. Snow covered the ground and everything was wrapped in Christmas lights in the little town. Just walking through the beautiful scenery hand in hand with Jungkook was wonderful.

They returned home late that evening, wrapping their gifts in Catalina’s room and going to bed afterwards.

Christmas morning was pleasant; Lucía cooked them a big breakfast, then they opened gifts in the living room. Catalina had two gifts from her mom. The first one was a Visa gift card and a heartfelt letter. The second gift was a quilt. Each patch depicted a different cat from t-shirts, towels and linens.

“You’re grandmother started making this before she passed away,” Lucía said. “You remember her nickname for you?”

“Gatita,” Catalina said, tears prickling her eyes.

“I found it just recently and I decided to finish it for you,” Lucía said. “Just something to remember her by, something your children can use.”

Catalina felt a tear run down her cheek. She wiped it away and got up to hug her mom.

“This is wonderful,” said Catalina. “I love it so much.”

“I’m glad you like it, cariña,” her mom said, hugging her back tight. “I know I don’t have a lot for you, like when you were a kid, but I didn’t want you to have to lug a bunch of stuff back to California with you.”

“No mom, it’s perfect,” she said. “This is perfect.”

Lucía then opened Catalina’s gift, which was a silver bracelet from Frankenmuth. Jungkook had gotten her a handmade scarf and hat set, and she had given him another Visa gift card.

At some point during the day, Catalina made sure to find time for herself and Jungkook. Lucía went to pick up groceries in the afternoon, which was when Catalina took the opportunity to give Jungkook his gift.

They were pressed together on the couch, both holding a little gift bag in their hands.

“You first,” Jungkook said, handing her his bag. She took it and opened it, finding a little box in the bottom. Her heart beat fast as she opened it, revealing a ring with the moon in a glass bubble. She gasped and handed his gift over frantically.

“Open this right now!” she said, pulling the ring out and putting on her middle finger. He did, his eyes getting wide as he opened the slightly bigger box.

“No way,” he said, looking up at her.

“How the hell did this happen?” Catalina asked, holding in giddy laughter. Jungkook pulled the necklace out of the box and put it on. The charm on the chain held the moon in a little glass bubble. The same moon as the one in her ring.

“We bought each other the same thing,” he said, laughing.

It was the waxing half-moon from the night they shared their first kiss in the vampire den.

When Lucía came back home, they immediately showed her their unplanned gifts for each other. She laughed for about ten minutes. She then recruited them to help cook dinner, which was an exciting ordeal. Catalina was happy to learn how to cook all of her favorite dishes.

The three of them ended up having a beautiful dinner together, bright with laughter and conversation.

The next few days passed in a blur. They went out, cooked together, played games, and watched movies. Before they knew it, the week was over and it was time for Catalina and Jungkook to travel again for the next leg of their trip. Catalina was reluctant to leave her mom, but she was absolutely filled with anticipation for her stay in the cabin.

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guyinlovewitheremika · 4 years

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The new key visual looks awesome!! Finally getting more Final Season artwork is so satisfying and this is pretty great! The marley arc is probably my favorite in the manga and getting even more promotional art for it is really cool : D Since we’re still 3 months from the airdate I hope we’ll get another Warrior-centric one, with the new and old crew, but rn, especially with manga context, I love this, and I need to ramble about it.

First of all, Mikasa!!! Mikasa front and center!!! lets gooooo ahh I’m so happy about this! I don’t think she’s ever been this focused on in any of the promotional key visuals and it’s been about time! She looks gorgeous and absolutely ruthless, I’m here for it. It’s also relieving to see that the scarf did in fact stay red which wasn’t totally certain in the pv. I also think it’s interesting that both that shot of her in the pv, as well as her in this visual both kind of highlight her more badass/ruthless side--I’m all here for it cause like, look at her!!! But she also spends a good amount of time in marley being sad and distressed which I hope they’ll do justice to. Either way, she looks amazing and I can’t wait to see her finally in motion.

Levi I’m a little less sure on--his face looks a little odd? Maybe it’s the nose? I’m not really sure. To be fair, his design has probably been the least consistent across the whole anime, and he’s certainly looked worse! But yeah, I’m not 100% sold on his look yet. Also just as it was in the first key visual, his cape is green? Even tho its specifically dyed black in the manga? I’m sure why and I’m kinda sad about that cause I would’ve loved to see that all black look on him, it’s an odd change.

Connie, Jean and Sasha all look good to me (I’m glad we’re getting Sasha artwork before, you know), but Armin gets pushed to the side pretty hard kind of? Given his rather small role this arc, I think it makes sense, tho hopefully key visuals for the later arcs will improve on that. Also sidenote, his pose reminded me a lot of Jean in the S2 Group visual lol

Hange being a bit smaller, but also being centered and depicted as the leader fits well here, especially with her being closest to the airship since she never leaves it. It reminds me of Erwin in a few other posters, kind of continuing the commander position, in a way

That’s some solid continuity!!! (also, Hange :/)

One thing I also dig about this visual is the look of certain textures, specifically metallic objects, like the blades, thunderspears, even the airship.

It has this like..shiny glow? I can’t really express what I mean with it, but all these objects feel very tangible, very three dimensional, which is cool!

Unfortunately I don’t really feel the same way about all the textures present in this visual. See, non metallic textures, like clothing, skin, and the characters outlines in general have this kind of rough, or gritty look to them. The lines are clear and straight like they used to be, but it’s a little messier? The first key visual did the same thing, let me show you.

Compare it to something like this, where (even tho the resolution is a bit botched on tumblr) everything looks much smoother, cleaner, softer. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to Kyoji Asano’s style of drawing these key visuals for 6 years, but I think I prefer it over the approach of Tomohiro Kishi’s style. But this only is the start of seeing new artwork, maybe I’ll get used to it. It’s a bit odd as Wit’s animation style in the show was known for generally having thicker lines, and even tho they cut back on that in later seasons, it’s still not as thin as in the final season pv, yet its artwork has lines that feel thicker. It’s an odd back and forth.

My honestly biggest gripe with this key visual is it’s actual get up--having characters kind of float around in nothingness isn’t something I really love. I much prefer most of the older group visuals (like the recap movies or the S2 one) where characters at least seemed to stand on surfaces and physical space, and those who weren’t were either shown to be mid air, or obscured enough so you couldn’t see them stand in nothing. As a result, this reminds me a lot of the 3rd S3 visual

I wasn’t a huge fan of that one as it just reused and rearranged the Vol13 poses without really any effort. Like it just plants everyone there and I don’t think the result is really all that impressive. This one does this a lot better, as it has a bit more synergy going for it, there’s a bit of motion (the soldiers flying next to the ship looking like speedlines is a cool touch), and it just looks more interesting in my opinion. I also think it does the manga-ripoff better, as it clearly is meant to resemble vol 26 with the airship and the squad, but it doesnt just reuse the poses--they’re new here, and the overall positioning of everyone reminds me more of the Vol 25 alt cover, or the new 32 one. It feels true to the spirit of the manga without outright copying! I still don’t like the mid air floating, but other than that it’s a solid grouping!

One additional neat thing is that the new gear is drawn with so much detail! Just as in the PV. Which is awesome! Sometimes its a bit though to get a good look at all the specifics in the manga, but here it’s just---exciting. I never even realized that Mikasa has to swap to an entirely different set of 3DMG handle/trigger/grapple that’s attached to her gear as well--everyone else has only one set for either the gun+thunderspear combo or the swords, but Mikasa has both sets on her since she does switch to swords on 103. And its just fucking crazy just how much gear this girl has on her lmao (did you know a single thunder spear weighs 5kg? thats 20 on each hand! plus all the heavy gear that comes with it! she is too strong lmao)

Ultimately, I like this visual a lot. It’s not perfect and some things are gonna take a while to get used to, but overall, I’m so excited to see everyone’s different looks highlighted as the season goes on. And getting so much Marley arc promo atm is very much appreciated! Hopefully we get another one focused on the warriors soon, and, man, even tho it’s a spoiler, I would kill for one visual dedicated to Marley Eren specifically...like...please.

Bring on the Final Season!!

#I was not expecting to ramble this much about this visual but here we are #Im really excited man #attack on titan #snk #the final season #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #hange zoe

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