#handpickedriot

[ofgravitation-moved]

continued from x @handpickedriot​ !!

when he doesn’t say anything to her, that’s when the anxiety kicks in. had she read too much into their more frequent meetings? was.. there something wrong? emerald eyes watched him rise from his chair and stayed trained on his looming figure as he rounded the desk. just a moment of doubt creeped up in emi’s mind. perhaps.. this was too far? maybe, she should’ve gone home?

the look in his eyes leaves no traces for emi to go on. in fact, if there was one person she never had the ability to read, it was his shota. what she wouldn’t give to read minds, and in specific, his. 

she doesn’t leave her spot, in fact, as per usual, as with most of their past interactions, she reaffirms it. both her hands push back on the desk, propping herself up further to meet his gaze. her back’s bent slightly and of course she’s smiling, at least, until shota knocks her legs aside, causing emi to frown and sit up. her brows narrow in confusion, and she’s about to protest and that’s when, his expression completely changes and he asks her to kiss him first. 

jaw quite literally dropping, emi has to blink to make sure she wasn’t dreaming this whole scenario. he steps between her legs, and emi has calm her pounding heart. suddenly, her confidence has jumped out the window. with one swift motion, his rough and calloused hands find her hips and she’s putty in his hands. “ you’re not kidding me are you? if you are, this is probably the worst joke ever, and i am miss joke, ” she reminds him, poking him in the chest to prover her point. but she also did not want to get too ahead of herself. 

but, it’s the warmth in his eyes and the way his gaze travels across her body that tells emi all she needs to know, “ oh my god, pinch me. ” and with that, an orange gloved a hand wraps around the back of shota’s neck and she pulls him into kiss that’s probably not as good as it should be, because she’s so excited and still isn’t quite sure this is real life. 

but it doesn’t take emi long after the first kiss to lose herself in the second. her legs lock around his and the hand on his neck finds it’s way into his hair, the other sliding up his chest so she can capture his mouth with her own again. after a few more lost kisses, emi pulls back for air, and leans her forehead against his own, licking her lips with a hesitant laugh, “ fuck sho, why’d ya make me wait so long? i’ve only been waiting my whole life to kiss you, no big deal.. ”

#m: emi fukukado #the smile hero! miss joke! / emi fukukado. #handpickedriot #i bet no one else gets you like me. / shota. ♡ ( handpickedriot. ) #<3333

[rp-tea]

positivity for @handpickedriot

I love writing with @handpickedriot a lot! Mun has a really fun selection of muses, and they are all very different from one another. It’s really impressive to see, and I appreciate how much will defend each muse to the last breath. There’s a lot of passion there. Wishing mun all the best and know someone admires your blog!

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#handpickedriot #positivity #rp positivity #rp love #rp meme

[soulcluster-moved]

@handpickedriot​ / mantis [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance   ( mantix )

Drax leaned back as Mantis filled the space next to him, sliding his arm over the back of the couch and around her. “Got tired of their bickering?” 

It wasn’t uncommon for the Milano to be filled with the dulcet tones of sarcastic jokes and heckles. They were a contentious lot for one reason or another, usually relating back to some form of bad childhood or traumatic event. Who didn’t have one of those? 

His hand idly played with Mantis’s strands of dark hair, fingertips occasionally brushing along the skin of her shoulder. There weren’t many places to be alone on the ship but that didn’t stop him from being affectionate with her. “I bet if we disappeared for a couple hours, they’d never notice.”

#c: drax #handpickedriot #handpickedriot: mantis #answered #[ handpickedriot ] all i longed for long ago was you | drax & mantis #THEMMMMM #me @ them: what are ya a couple of teenagers? #also me: yeee get it on

[adeadlyspy]

@handpickedriot​ asked: “ we can take a break, if you want.”  ( alec )

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, catching wind of sweetness exchanged between the two. it was her first day back from a long two month trip overseas. something she’s not exactly ready to debrief about but when the time comes, after decompression, she will if he asks. the very moment she saw alec was like a moth to a flame: immediate. hands latched on and hardly took themselves off to let his skin breathe for a second. perhaps it was the distance, the ‘here and there’ phone calls, the constant worrying if he was alright in comparison to her situation. she returned to a warm, familiar embrace and a spring-like atmosphere, surrounded by greenery and a lake. her kiss was heated at first, regretting every minute of not letting herself be a vulnerable. a little more goes a long way and this was her way of dishing out her emotions. it’s toxic-- she hopes it translates from a place of care and affection. to catch her breath, they had to separate. with whimsical grins, it’s hard to ignore the excitement that built up so quickly. offering to take a small break only elicts a short, sweet snicker from her,  “  sorry, i just missed you a lot.  ”

#handpickedriot #answered. #∴ running up that hill ∵ [ dc universe. ] #wtf is this cute shitttt

[fatalistyc]

a kiss for hanzo from harumi. <3 maybe two kisses while she's at it.

Light of his life, only for her his heart flutters with joy, the soft lips on his were fairly welcomed. Can't deny it, his soul has missed hers so much. His hands lightly place over her back to shorten the distance between them, not even air would be between each other while they are together. However, the third kiss is initiated by Hanzo, responding with the same amount of love that Harumi has given to him in a short period of time.

#handpickedriot #((I screamed when i woke up and saw you in my inbox this morning)) #((sorry for the wait too))

[historias-multorum]

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” ( for tamaki, dadgum gotta dadgum 💛 )

FLUFF SENTENCE STARTERS

@handpickedriot

Tamaki just nodded. His quirk was exhausted and he could really use some rest right about now. Normally he would try to argue, but this was not one of those times.

#You...Want to talk?(Tamaki) #handpickedriot #We love dadgum

[redemptioninterlude]

@handpickedriot​​ - gundham !

Oh-lo! What a dull, dreadful, boring day it was. How easy it was to fool just about everyone with a PLASTIC SMILE and an air-headed tone, nobody thinks twice, until she starts digging in, uncomfortably close. The don’t see her coming, they think it’s all, girlishness and insipid thoughts, but that was their stupidity at play!

        What an awful thing, she thinks ; to be ordinary.

                      The world so predictably straightforward, and dull.

Gundham’s an interesting boy though. She hears about him before she meets him, the outspoken animal breeder who claims to hold demonic powers, the photographs that Mikan shares, THE BOY IN THE MIDDLE, the one hyping everyone else up! Isn’t he lovely? Doesn’t he shine, sickening, with hope? Junko’s lips spread wider, split mouthed and giggling. Who wouldn’t think it a grand plan to corrupt their hope, to sink them into sickening despair!

“Oh, I hear you’re like...” the one I could use. The one to help me TRIGGER DESPAIR amongst the world, to help her carry out her grand plan. Her sister works well, of course, but every war needs its soldiers, and Junko would only accept the most elite of drooling and slobbering messes to help her achieve her goals. “-a crazy good person to talk to if you have pets. I’ve been totally like, thinking about getting one but I have no idea where to start!”

Shades that fold into that pretty cleft of a pocket ; that she leans in, but not too far, she hears ( oh yes, of course she hears everything ) that him and the princess of that backwards country back in the west were getting along swimmingly... and one might lead her to helping to corrupt the OTHER, so why not dig and see where well water might spring? “Think you could spare a little bit of time to educate a fellow ultimate?”

- @handpickedriot​ ( gets a new muse starter ! )

#( junko ) &&. interactions #( junko ) &&. main verse #handpickedriot #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised !

[ofsavior]

you’re kinda cute. || @handpickedriot​​

“you’re kinda cute” ( tokoyami for momo bc she deserves all the compliments )

      “ Eh? ” Attention promptly pulled from her pen, she blinks twice and offers him a puzzled expression. Had she been doing something notably ‘cute?’ Wait... Tokoyami thinks she’s cute?

      “ ! ” The surprise is enough that her fingers promptly drop her pen, notes already forgotten. She can’t recall a time when he was so forward. Cheeks sufficiently flushed, her lips scrunch. Natural modesty has her stiffening.

      Reflexively, Momo bows her head graciously. “ Thank you for thinking that way, Tokoyami-san. ”

#handpickedriot #( c. Momo )

[skathmarked]

old starter call / still accepting !

     “I don’t know why you chose to trust me to make them,” she muttered, a bowl of burnt popcorn in her hands. She had gotten popcorn at movie theatres, even had them at movie nights with the whole team, but she hadn't exactly been the one to make them at that time - and they were definitely not supposed to look like charcoal.

     Averting her attention towards the TV, she sat herself down on the couch by his side to look over the movies that Garfield was scrolling by, appearing as if he was searching for something in particular. “What are we watching?”

@handpickedriot​​

#handpickedriot #001. / the menace is growing. one which only your powers can overcome. ( main ) #( hi i popped back in ) #( missed you!! <33 )

[jinnorei]

“But if I can impart some kind of wisdom on them before they leave, that's good enough." | @handpickedriot

"You know... I think you're going to be the teacher they look back on when they're adults and think 'hey, I really appreciate everything Mr. Aizawa did for me.' You may even be the teacher everyone comes back to visit after they graduate. Because you're shaping their lives in a significant way. Even if they don't understand it right now. They're only what — 16? There's a lot they don't understand yet."

That joke might not have been a good idea. She got the sense it— almost hurt his feelings in a way. "If it matters in any way, I think you're cool."

#handpickedriot #grumble grumble

[ofgravitation-moved]

@handpickedriot​ said: ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜  tai + emi

it wasn’t that taishiro wasn’t allowed, it was moreso that emi.. well, she wasn’t used to it. she can’t even remember the last time someone spared a glance her way.. like that. 

“ !!! whaattttt?! noooooo. ‘course ya can! i just.. uh!! ” she glances around the room, taking note of all her current escape routes if this conversation went horribly. she felt her cheeks flush and emi balled her hands into the bottom of her loose sweater. “ you’re makin’ my heart and tummy do flip flops here, big guy. ” she laughs lightly, trying to get her bearings back. had he always made her this nervous? “ do you give all the ladies those big beautiful eyes? bet they fall every time! ” a hand slips from her sweater to take a very large gulp of her wine.

#m: emi fukukado #the smile hero! miss joke! / emi fukukado. #i ship everyone with you huh? #asdfkjba #WHY DO WE HAVE SUCH GOOD SHIPPABLE MUSES AHHHHH #ily sm makenzi<3 #handpickedriot #the gang's all here! / answered ask. #fatgum tag tba

[allgather]

ships bias for iruka !

also from @writelives thank you besties <3

i believe iruka deserves to be so fucking in love that it astounds even himself. i want him to learn that he has an ever larger capacity for love than he ever thought ( and he already knew he could love a lot ) , to surprise himself with how elated he can be in love. so i have a lot on here because he deserves it <3 also i write him as gay, so that is reflected in these ships!

iruka & kakashi

its about accidentally colliding over your shared care for a kid who desperately needs an adult in his life and both trying to be that person. its about butting heads, misunderstanding each other and the vastly different circumstances you come from, and working through that as you see you're both just trying to hold it together, to care for the kids around you and keep yourselves afloat, in this miserable, fucked up world. it's about finding solace in another person that you'd never expect to have anything in common with, but with time it turns natural and loving and safe. its about healing each other's wounds and working to heal your own in quiet, understanding company.

iruka & obito

this is a sleeper fave of mine. it can have a bunch of flavors. a post-canon "healing alongside someone who is patient and kind and warm" vibes. a missing-nin au where its a "the state hurts children and i will no longer be part of the cycle of violence, so lets stop this together" vibe. an au where obito raises naruto and it has a "falling for my son's kindergarten teacher because his smile is beautiful when he looks at me" vibe. i see two people who are determined to make a change, who see the world for how it harms the vulnerable and the young, and who finally see someone who understands that, who is committed to that change, in each other. also something something an uchiha & a senju kissing is very good to me ( i hc iruka is a descendant of hashirama )

iruka & gai

another secret menu ship. they are both such kind and openly emotional, loving people. iruka is a little more grounded, a little quieter than gai in how he shows affection, but i think gai's loudness, his unabashedness pulls iruka out of his shell. there is so much laughter and fondness between them, so much open affection it makes iruka want to cry with pure joy. gai is someone who's heart matches iruka's own; filled to the brim, overflowing. gai also cares so deeply for his students, and lets that love and care drive him, and iruka respects that so immensely. iruka trusts his team is in good hands from day one and respects gai as a teacher and a leader.

iruka & yamato/tenzo

i like this one because i feel like iruka is a little exasperated with the switch in squad leaders, because, god, he's only just decided kakashi can handle not getting naruto killed and now he has to adjust to this new person who is apparently his own age and he has never met before? and its sorta a "iruka hovers relentlessly during naruto's training because he's a little suspicious of yamato and they form an uneasy acquaintanceship" to finding they like each other's company, quite a bit. they're both a little softer, and i like ships where iruka, so full to the brim with emotion, helps bring that emotion out in his partner as well, which i think fits them well.

iruka & shisui

i have no supporting evidence for this. i just think they're neat and i hc them to be the same age so 👀 also my uchiha & senju kissing agenda once again.

bonus:

iruka & anyone who loves him and is gentle with his heart. it is so big yet so fragile just love him and hold him tenderly, please. i adore cross-over ships. i adore oc and canon ships. he is my most beloved and he deserves to be loved so much. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#thank you for putting iruka & obito as 'falling for ur son's kindergarten teacher' into my brain #he is my most special guy <3 please kiss him or i will die #(iruka) #handpickedriot

[soulcluster-moved]

@handpickedriot / jean kirstein / xx.

Mikasa watched him take her hand in his own, his gentle touch a warm balm. Though she had asked him the question, she wasn't sure what his answer would be, and that made her nervous.

Not that it showed. Her veneer was impassive, as it so often was.

After suffering through the incident that lost her her parents, Mikasa gained precise control over herself, from her emotions to her movements. Personal chastisement followed any slip up. Eren wouldn't always be around to save her. Unfortunately, this mindset rarely made her friends, and it was a wonder to her that Jean had even stuck around this long. Never mind the fact that, for the longest time, he simply hadn't registered on her radar.

So it led to the question...did he even like who she was? More importantly, did Mikasa understand who she was? Maybe, what she really wanted, was to understand how Jean saw her.

Too bad he didn't answer her question.

Mikasa's eyes met his. "That's not an answer."

#aot cw #handpickedriot #handpickedriot: jean kirstein #c: mikasa ackerman #she has so many Emotions and will Not say them #good luck jean

[fullmctal]

You're sixteen at the point where you realize some things can't be help or controlled . SIXTEEN when you realize no matter what you pretend and pray to be, you're not the fullmetal individual you played into, but merely human . Something so weak, yet so strong. With the purpose and ideology to change their mark on the world into a threading of gold to loop forth and be retold instead of a smudge of red that continuously tried to be ebbed and wiped away - but no matter how hard you tried to scrub and wipe away at your own misfortunes , they stay following you like a fed stray .

EVERYWHERE YOU GO people seem inclined in reminding you of the misfortunes of your past ... You're merely a child who had calamity etched into veins .

You mullover the concept that this was your punishment for a youth of foolishness - science was your solace where the church and promises of eternal life for those beyond the grave fell short , for what cruel lord would take a mother of two small children ? A CRUEL ONE . one that HATED his children -

Fumbling with a watch long since melded shut , thumb brushing across the clasp - the oath of your life no longer being your own . YOU were no longer a HUMAN , you were a weapon .

Your silence is interrupted , concentration of internalized contemplation shattered as your eyes drift over to the companion that had taken notice of your charismatically silent demeanor - his existence brings another melancholic twist in your chest , a bitter reminder of your SINS .

" I can't believe its been so long .. "

It's all you can say really , your throat tightens up before words can betray on a usually gilded tongue . So instead you SHOVE your pocket watch back into your coat, head tilting back to gaze upon the roof of the rattling train heading nowhere .

" no need to dwell in the past though , eh Al ? Keep moving forwards . "

❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. // @handpickedriot ( alphonse )

#heyyyy..... #* covered in blood * heyyy this hurt to write #handpickedriot / Alphonse Elric #handpickedriot #ic . #ask .

[vihilum]

@handpickedriot said, “i’ve made a decision. i’m gonna live in morocco for one year. do you wanna come?”

Kate hoped his newfound home of impulse wasn’t inspired by the geographically inaccurate display peppered along their mini golf route. They’d trekked past Sweden, Germany, massive totems emblematic of their most memorable landmarks. She lined up her club with the ball. She was as precise a sharpshooter with the smallest course and an iron as she was a bow. Hole in one right after the other.

“Why not Paris?” She hadn’t thought about leaving the states - it’d been a while since she thought about packing up all her shit and booking it cross-country. She made her shot, pivoted towards Gar with a smile. She club was perched against her shoulder, held up like a bat, lazily. “Are you serious?” She had to ask twice - verification before she committed herself and seemed a fool for agreeing and not being in on the joke.

She doesn’t care if he’s kidding anyway, “I’ve never been to Morocco,” she sits beside him, shoulder to shoulder, “When do we leave?”

#threads: kate bishop. #handpickedriot #dynamic: kate x garfield. #i care them v much

[thetricksterslove-moved]

@handpickedriot​ - Peter Parker

“Nothing is impermanent,“ Sigyn said, hands dancing over the table as she shuffled the cups, moving them not in a manner to slip the ball into her palm or under a different cup but instead in a magic of a different sort. “Nothing is ever truly lost,” she lifted up one cup to reveal the little yellow ball beneath. Bringing it up a little higher into the air, the ball shot up into it. With a flourish of her wrist, cup and ball both were gone and she picked up another conjuring another ball beneath it before the edge of the cup parted from the table, “You need only know where to look.” The last two cups began a waltz.

“Young man,“ dark brown eyes set on one amongst her audience, with a smile, “would you care to guess?“ There was no ball to be found now, it was vanished away to nothing, but there was a little yellow bird, destined to find it’s way under whichever cup he chose.

#handpickedriot #handpickedriot: Magic Tricks