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aliveboydean · 3 months
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from: Supernatural: Bobby Singer’s Guide to Hunting
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not-rab · 10 months
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yes trans!regulus chose his first name to be a star, the heart of the lion, for sirius
but do u ever think that his second name, arcturus, guardian of the bear, wasn’t to do with pandora’s patronus being a bear?
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wannaeatramyeon · 7 months
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Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Japanese 101
G/N. Ryuhei teaches you some japanese.
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You cup your mouth with both hands, take a deep breath and shout, "Kutabare!" (Fuck you!)
A few coworkers turn to you in shock, including the one whose attention you were aiming for.
Ryuhei spins around, eyes lighting up and copies your motion. "Shinee!" (Die!)
Internally flipping through your tiny repertoire of Japanese, it takes you a moment before understanding dawns and you cackle.
It leaves you both with a smile for the rest of the day.
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You repeat the word after him, testing it out for the first time, "Chinchin." (Dick) and then put your own spin on it:
"I hate Eugene, he's a chinchin."
It doesn't really work but it makes Ryuhei laugh anyway.
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Pointing to a stray cat, you exclaim, "Kawaii!" (Cute!)
Ryuhei huffs at your childishness. You're pretty cute too.
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"Hey," you whisper to the blonde seated next to you, "teach me something new."
Face hidden behind his mask, he tilts his head at you as if to say not now.
"Please, before my brain falls asleep."
Ryuhei turns back to Eugene droning on. Something about quarterly growth and being on target, then leans close and mutters, "Kuso kurae."
You jot it down phonetically at the top of your notepad, "Meaning?"
"Eat shit."
You muffle your giggles just in time.
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"Kuso kurae!" you repeat at Ryuhei the next day.
Grinning hard, he gives you a nod and fist pump, "Ganbatte!" (Do your best!)
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In the huskiest, most sensual voice you can muster up, you breathe into his ear, "Iku~" (I'm coming~)
Shit.
Ryuhei's head swims.
Maybe he shouldn't have taught you that one.
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Smiling wide, and holding up the phone to his face, "Baka!" (Idiot!)
Steadying your hand with his, Ryuhei takes a small step back to focus on what you're showing him. Ah, it's a candid photo of him taken this morning, right after you called his name and thrusted the lens in his face.
He looks very handsome, even if he says so himself.
The expression that you captured though, he's not sure what to make of it. Is that what his face is like when he looks at you? He looks vulnerable, exposed. More than he has been in a long time.
"Baka!" you repeat again, like a kid learning a new word - and he supposes, that it is new and novel for you.
"Baka," he agrees, because he does feel like one where you're concerned.
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"Daisuki da." Ryuhei whispers into your ear. Quiet, but not quiet enough as Kenta, sitting on his other side, startles at his words.
You scribble the sounds on your notepad, along with another message 'What does that mean?' then give him a gentle prod with your pen.
Ryuhei's eyes flicker to the paper but he doesn't respond.
"What does it mean?" You say aloud this time, risking drawing the ire of Eugene. Ryuhei gives you a shrug and you click your tongue.
"Fine, I'll just look it up later myself," you hiss, petulant and pouting. "Bakayaro," (Bastard) you add for good measure.
He doesn't react, on the surface. Instead, below the boardroom table, he aims his hand towards you then it springs forward, quick as a dart, peevish fingers pinching at your waist and you squeal.
The entire room turns towards you.
"Sorry," you mutter, face burning red.
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You look it up later that night and feel a different warmth on your face. Growing to the tips of your ears, all the way down to your toes.
Daisuki da.
(I really like you.)
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theoneeyedprince · 8 months
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As the World Burns
Tom Bennett x OFC (World on Fire) series — ONGOING
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Pairing: Tom Bennett x OFC
Rating: Explicit/18+
Summary: When the war swallows their homelands whole, Julia, an aspired translator, and Tom Bennett, a rogue turned naval sailor, are forced to adapt to the horrors of their new reality. As the world burns around them an invisible string pulls these two seemingly different people together, changing their lives forever.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Main Masterlist.
Moodboard.
AO3.
Dividers by @saradika
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Feel free to let me know if you’d like to be included in this specific series tag, Tom Bennett tag or the general tag ♡
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fiepige · 4 months
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Since we're approaching the holiday season I have a very important question:
If Hobie was to wear a santa hat as Spider-Punk would he wear it like this:
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or like this?
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Or maybe even like this?
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kanamesengoku · 2 months
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till all the seas run dry
"Oi! Are you Shimotsuki?" Turning to his left, he squinted a bit against the sun and leaned over the railing to see a young man around his own age, dark hair mussed and a huge duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His face was open and friendly and his bright eyes stared up at Zoro expectantly. "No, uh… she's in the shop," he offered, gesturing vaguely downwards towards the door. Then, his brain catching up, he continued, "are you… Garp's… new tenant?" Apparently the boy found the question amusing, because his face split into a huge grin and he broke into a peal of laughter. "Haha, yeah, I guess that's me!" he stated, still smiling up at Zoro. For some reason, it made Zoro want to smile back.
Roronoa Zoro, university student and florist, meets someone for the first time that he already knows.
-- relationship: monkey d. luffy/roronoa zoro rating: explicit word count: 27,976 chapter count: 7 tags: modern au, flower shop au, zoro is good at math, too many hidden references, mentioned nami/vivi, mvp sanji, developing relationship, angst and fluff and smut, most of the strawhats are just cameos so don't read specifically for them lmao, minor spoilers through wano act 1
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mydaroga · 1 year
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Everything I say will come out just a little bit different, I don’t mean on the transcript, but as it leaves my mind and comes through my mouth, it gets a little bit messed up just around about the mouth, where the words start….. doing it.
Paul McCartney, International Times, January 16, 1967
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basilone · 3 months
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She is staring at the painting above the hearth when they enter the room. Her head is tilted as if she is observing the artist’s details, but there is a mild frown at play on her face that seems at odds with the standard look of any art admirer. Rather, her hands are on her hips as though she is fully prepared to quarrel with either artist or painting. There is no gun on her hip. No rifle hanging off her shoulder, either, and Ron highly doubts those threadbare boots of hers conceal any weapon of note. Unarmed. Unarmed and alone. Her frown deepens as she turns on her heel to face them fully. Her chin lifts when she salutes – rigid, measured, perfect – but even at this distance he can see a potential storm at work behind her eyes. She does nothing to soften her gaze as she looks at each of them in turn. Her glance at him is nothing more than a swift once-over, which feels rather like he is being measured and found wanting. If he didn’t know better, he would say that she’s here to start another war.
Introducing Soviet Army officer Tatiana Ilyinichna Petrova from my WIP The Burning House, which is a post-war adventure that begins in 1940s Austria and tracks Ron Speirs's life to 1950s Berlin and beyond.
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arendaes · 2 months
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Woljif Jefto why are you so brilliant
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chenfordspiral · 5 months
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Ok, Chenford fam. I've got a question.
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aparticularbandit · 1 month
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additional info on sizes re: mukuro and junko.
i originally had them both at 32 band size - 32A for mukuro and 32DD for junko.
and then realized that the wiki has the chest size in inches for some of the characters (i was looking for clothes fit reasons again, don't judge me) - it doesn't for junko, but it does for mukuro.
mukuro's 31 inches, which would round up to 32.
which means probably they're both roughly a 30 band size (or a 28 if we want to go by the art and not have mukuro be a size a).
let's assume 28, given how scrawny they are based on their weight.
this would put mukuro at a 28C and junko at a 28DDDD/F. (there's roughly a four inch difference between the two.)
if we keep at 30 for a band size, mukuro would be a 30A and junko would be a 30DD.
research suggests that junko has a fifty/fifty shot of having constant back, neck, or shoulder pain just from how big her boobs are.
so, uh, the potential for nonbinary icon junko enoshima to have chronic pain is. a possibility.
they would also make it harder for her to breathe, particularly while exercising, which would further contribute to ultimate analyst junko enoshima could probably do all of this martial arts stuff she's learned but can't do it very long because not only does she not have the muscle mass, she can't breathe either.
being junko is suffering!
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polaroidcats · 5 months
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so I'm trying to put together an aspec wolfstar rec list for my fic rec blog (rip), why is there so much more aroace sirius than remus?? I have like 10 fics for sirius already and only 2 for remus so far
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hideyseek · 1 month
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oh this is gonna be incoherent but i was rewatching the lollipop scene and i had a Thought.
i'd been confused abt why zhao yunlan does the whole lollipop thing at the point in the conversation that he does, i didn't understand what he was going for or what he gains from this. shen wei is trying to be vulnerable and zhao yunlan is cutting him off? but no! it's teasing! zhao yunlan is looking at this kid, who is so serious and carries so much responsibility, and teasing him for being so serious by using shen wei's own tactics against him!
shen wei just said: you have to be fast. [you have to act] before the enemy notices [what you're doing]. and that's exactly what zhao yunlan does! sticks that lollipop in shen wei's mouth and takes him completely by surprise!
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snzinite · 2 months
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Nothing to See Here
2k words. yes that is the fic name. i finally finished something that wasn't a headcanon! yippee!! this is for @messysneezer who requested a fic involving Mudrock. sorry this took so long, i was busy for all of January so I didn't have much time to write write. this ended up being a little longer than i pictured. i hope you enjoy it!
female sneezes (mudrock) / allergies (pollen but mostly dust), some talk about mess and spray but not really much of either
Mudrock had never been inside of a Leithanien library before. Even in a town as small as this, it was something of a wonder. The ladders moved themselves to and fro, guided by the unseen hand of the musical arts of the gramophone units. Their music was soft and ambient, and their effects were more seen than heard. Books levitated themselves off the shelves for the clientele, going so far as to flip through themselves if one decided they were only looking to have a peek instead of a read. Warm lighting splashed visibility around classy decor of ornate stone and lacquered wood. She would have liked to spend a few days in this building alone… were it not for a few problems.
“Heh-xxng-choo!”
She scrunched her shoulders together as she pressed her finger into her lip through the sneeze. She had been waiting for that one to work its way out of her ever since she had to slip out of her suit. 
A particularly nasty Leithanien caster unit had managed to tail what remained of her squad as they made a desperate play to soldier on to Kazdel. Her men lacked the strength or the willpower to square off against them now, so their only hope had been to ditch their equipment in a safe location and scatter about this border town in disguises. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the silky smooth straps of her casual dress glide across them. The feeling almost didn’t register against the soreness from months of having her armor and mud plates weigh down on them. She wore clothing, yet she felt almost naked.
“Het-xngt-choo!”
Speaking of feeling naked, the brief moment of being exposed to the grass pollen-laden air of springtime Leithanien had been enough to cause her allergies to flare up. Not exactly pleasant in its own right, but it could prove deadly if it caused her to be found. She rubbed the underside of her nose back and forth, subtly massaging her septum and the outside of her nostrils to ease them of the stinging itch that throbbed. It helped until it didn’t, and the sensation of a fingernail scratching and itch sent a tingle up to her sinus, until–
“HeeETCH-XNGT—oo!”
She exhaled after that one, nearly losing control but managing to stifle at the last second. The volume definitely increased a few notches, and she had officially drawn the notice of the denizens of the library. An older Caprinae man shushed her with a disapproving glare before adjusting his reading spectacles and going back to his tome.
(“Excuse me,”) she whispered as an apology before rubbing her nose again. It felt warm to the touch, with moisture beginning to collect at the insides of her nostrils. She attempted to sniffle it back. In that moment, she discovered two new unfortunate things about the situation.
One: this library was very dusty. The inhale caused her to just about feel every particle of dust that was invited into her already irritated, sensitive nasal passages. It made the itching migrate to the top of her throat for the time being, but she knew that it wouldn’t stay there for long. Apparently, the grand mastery of Leithanien arts units did not extend to cleaning functions. Now that she could feel it, she saw it on every surface, book, and floor she could lay eyes on.
Two, and much more immediately deadly: a Spire Caster, one of the most elite arts users in the Leithanien military, had made their way into the library while she had occupied herself with worrying about her allergies.
She took an involuntary breath of alarm and ducked behind a shelf. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. How many of her people had also chosen this library to hide out in? She hadn’t seen any come in, but the place was fairly large; it didn’t mean there weren’t any here. She willed herself to calm down. There was a reason she chose this place–detection arts were thwarted by thick sheafs of matter, and what better place to find such obstacles than a library?
The shot of adrenaline dulled the itching for a moment, but as she calmed it returned with a vengeance. She tried to swallow to tame it, but a pang of scratchiness lanced through her mouth into her nose. She took a hitching breath, then two–
“Haehh–choo! Hah-kxnt-choo!”
And stifled with all of her willpower against the side of her wrist. As soon as she was satisfied that she wasn’t going to sneeze again, she risked opening her eyes and shooting glances around her. The Elafia woman who shared the aisle with her gave her a strange, pointed look, but everything more or less remained the same otherwise. 
She shook her head a bit and sniffled again. Blinking made her realize that tears had begun to pool at the corners of her eyes. She wiped at them with a delicate touch so not as to irritate her eyes.
Stifling meant she was now congested as all hell, not relieved of any of the itching, and generally miserable… but at least that meant her nose was clogged up to any other irritants looking to extend the misery further. She could still breathe in some troublemaking dust if she wasn’t careful, but low, shallow breaths would hopefully prevent that. She tested it out. The breath only fanned the embers of a sneeze rather than set it ablaze, so she managed to relax a little on that front.
The next step was to get clear of that Spire Caster by any means necessary. Not sneezing was half the battle–not casting out a metaphorical flare to her location was only one aspect, but merely being seen would be enough. She began to walk through the aisleways between shelves. She kept her pace measured as leisurely or academic; frantic footfalls of a run would more or less shout out that she was exactly who they were looking for.
She neared the center of the floor now. The dust on the shelves was thicker here. It made the roof of her mouth itch just looking at it. Her lips had parted so she could breathe entirely through her mouth. Any movement of air through her nose was bound to be futile and noisy at her luckiest. She needed to leave this place and regroup with her squad, but she couldn’t risk making a move so soon after she’d spotted the enemy. 
Think, she forced herself. Stop thinking about how much you need to sneeze. You’re supposed to be a scholar, remember? What kind of scholar enters a library and doesn’t look at any books?
She reached for one at random, and her heart skipped a beat as it levitated itself into her hands. She had seen it earlier, but it turned out to be quite another thing to experience it personally. She did her best to ignore the puff of dust produced by it opening its cover for her and flipping through its pages. It would have been useless to her even if she wasn’t struggling to see through watering eyes, though. She had picked up enough Leithanien to hold a conversation, but she still couldn’t read more than directory signs.
She shut the book and tucked it under her arm. She paced around the corner, hopeful to find a reading table or chair in the corner of a room to keep watch over the area from when she froze.
Standing in the middle of the small space between shelf-aisles was the Spire Caster. They didn’t look like they were looking her way, but the unseeing face of their white masks always gave precious little away.
The jolt of fear caused Mudrock to suck in a lungful of air as she pivoted her heel back to press her back against the shelf she had just walked from. She stopped herself, but it was too late; the breath had already disturbed the contents of her sinuses. The resulting noise was no more than a deep snuffle, but that was the least of her worries. The tickle that danced in her nose spiked its heels into her, and she hitched once, twice, and–
“Hah-choo.” That was fine, but she wouldn’t get away with just that. “Hah-choo!” A little louder, but both had been contained fairly well. But the tickle only magnified, and she could only draw in a huge breath. Her mouth hung open. The world seemed to stop. She felt a tear roll down the outside of her eye off of her face.
Cover yourself! The thoughts came crashing in. Hold your nose shut! But they had come too late.
“HUUUESSSHHoo!” She sneezed down toward the floor, fully uncovered. Mercifully, the lighting wasn’t right for her or anyone else to see the resulting spray. Unmercifully, she wasn’t done–
“HAAUUUUESSSSSSHH-OO!” She brought a hand up in a reflex after the next one, but it wouldn’t have done her much good anyway. She had nothing to sneeze into but her bare hand and arm, and neither would have muted the sound. Thankfully, letting these out had reduced the itching dramatically, and she managed to end off the fit with a “HA—-choo!”
Her sinuses had cleared themselves of their congestion somewhat, too. She was much less uncomfortable now. Unfortunately, she was also probably much more heard by the Spire Caster. She whipped around to look for them. She did not have to look long.
The Spire Caster rounded the same corner she had just moments ago. The robed figure stood somewhat shorter than Mudrock, but their presence made her feel small. The black eye sockets of their mask bore down on her like hateful coals. She remained rock still, hand frozen over her face as though it would prevent them from sucking her soul out. Which, for all she knew, was just the sort of terrible spell that Spire Casters were capable of.
They held her gaze for a moment, then gave a chuckle as they dug around in their pocket.
“Let me guess. Foreigner? Grass season?” Their voice was soft, muted further behind the mask.
Oh. Right. They have no idea what me or my squad look like without our gear. This line of thinking was interrupted by a wordless panic followed by a single, stifled sneeze.
“HET–ngt-choo.” It took Mudrock a moment to find her voice again. When she did, her first syllable was choked with phlegm. “How did you know?”
“Well, the horns are more or less a dead giveaway,” they said. “And this time of year is always the worst for grass pollen. My sister has it worse than you do, and we’re from the C Minor Spire.”
She didn’t know what the C Minor Spire was, but she did recognize the bundle of gilded cloth she was handed from the Spire Caster’s pocket: a handkerchief.
“Oh,” she said, before forcing her brain to engage in nicety mode. “Thank you, but I couldn’t possibly.”
“It’s just a simple cloth. Please, keep it. If you’re planning on staying in this nest of dust, it sounds like you’ll need it.”
She hung in a pause before taking the handkerchief from them. She hadn’t made a mess of her face by sneezing, but removing her hand and showing her face felt like a barrier being breached by the enemy. She brought it back up by burying her nose in the cloth and blowing to get what remained in her nasal passages out of her. It felt nice on her irritated face; warmed by the Spire Caster’s body heat so it wasn’t uncomfortably cold, but not so warm that it aggravated any sensitive skin. “Thank you,” she managed.
“It’s nothing,” the Spire Caster said. “I hope you manage to feel some relief.” They turned away to leave, but they only made it one step before stopping. “Oh, right. Pardon me for asking, but you wouldn’t happen to know of any Sarkaz mercenaries by the name of Mudrock, would you?”
Nothing else could catch her off guard today. “Mud… Rock? Sounds like a silly mercenary name, no?”
The Spire Caster snorted. “Silly or not, he’s responsible for a lot of dead people. Be careful if you run into him or his men.”
“Will do,” she said, savoring the irony over a sniffle. “Thank you.”
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jojossillywalk · 9 months
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would anyone be interested in my. headcanons on stand pathophysiology.
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