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crushmeeren · 6 months

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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

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ickadori · 6 months

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++ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈

[summary] kisaki meets someone a bit more organically than he had intended to.

[cws] fem reader -> reader is a mother (the son is named ‘ren’). mentions of an abusive relationship. abuse towards reader. mild violence. allusions to cannibalism. unedited.

[notes] this was in drafts since sept and i actually hate it now but i didn’t wanna delete bc he��s my first luv ^.^ ending is thrown together heh!

Kisaki believed in meeting people organically — he considered himself a bit of a romantic.

Dating apps weren’t an option for him (even if he wasn’t on every criminal watchlist available he still wouldn’t go that route - it screamed desperation, and he liked to be quiet with his) and he had turned down every offer of being ‘set-up’ on blind dates after he had given Hanma a reluctant ‘yes’ and ended up sat across from a coked up, wannabe model that dropped dead of an overdose before the appetizers even hit the table.

It was a bit hard to meet people naturally when you rarely interacted with the public, and when you did, it was because a few big name heads needed to roll. He couldn’t exactly go out to mingle just after taking a handsaw to a man’s neck—you had to be in the right headspace.

He had looked inward at first, scoured his payroll and checked out each and every name listed there. He would never get involved with anyone working directly under him (work and pleasure should never mix, after all) but extended family members were fair game, or so he had thought, before he had realized just how fucked up the people he had working underneath him was, along with their families. Prostitutes, convicts, plebes riddled in debt and holding cans on street corners to try and afford it, losers spending all their measly paychecks in pachinko parlors and whorehouses.

Kisaki had standards, and they didn’t come close to fitting them.

Back to the drawing board.

A white cloud of air leaves his mouth as he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his wool, trench coat as he steps out of the driver's seat of the car. He moves to head into the lobby of his office building, gaze quickly sliding over to the kid standing near the entrance before immediately disregarding him.

“Hello, Sir.” He’s greeted with a deep bow, and a dark brow quirks up as he turns his head to look at the boy. He stops, eyes taking in the way he shivers in the cold from his lack of coat, coupled with the ratty t-shirt, gym shorts and sandals.

“I don’t have any cash on me. I’ll send someone back down with some.” He goes to move around, only for the kid to shuffle in front of him and block his path. Kisaki has half a mind to plant his foot in his stomach, but bites down the urge and instead grips the kid’s shirt and wrangles him off to the side.

“Wait! I-I don’t need your money! I need your help!”

“Do you see a badge on me? Go to the police station.” He chuckles as he says it. He usually tells people not to go to the police station. “I can’t help you.”

“I can pay you.” The kid goes into his pockets and brandishes two fistfuls of coins, and Kisaki takes a good look around the dark, empty streets, trying to catch a glimpse of Hanma because this has to be one of his stupid ideas of a joke. “I need your help, Sir, please. My dad—”

“If a man can’t help himself he’s better off dead.”

“—keeps hurting my mom.”

The coins rattle due to the trembling of the kid’s hands. “What’s your name?”

“Ren.”

“How exactly do you think I could help you and your mother, Ren?”

“Kill him.” Ren looks him in the eyes as he says it, and Kisaki hums. Kids are stupidly brave, he thinks. No older than ten and he goes to elicit the help of a random man that he doesn’t even know—

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes. I…” Ren looks around, unsure, before he’s squaring his shoulders and meeting his gaze again. “I’ve been stalking you! And I saw you kill people with that really tall man so I know that you do it!”

“You didn’t see me do anything like that so don’t ever say that again. Do you understand?” Kisaki should probably toss the kid over a bridge or something - kids had big mouths, and he didn’t need to be brought down by some hobo child who blabbed his mouth to the cops - but he had always had a soft spot for children.

“Yes, Sir.” Ren’s speech was starting to get hard to decipher, his trembling reaching an all time high as his lips turned blue, and Kisaki sighed as he slipped his arms out of his coat, leaving him in a white button down and suspenders.

“Put this on before you freeze.”

Ren pointedly looks down to the coins in his hands, and Kisaki juts his chin to the side, signaling for him to just toss it down onto the street.

“B-But I saved this for two months for you!”

“Just throw it.”

“But it’s money!”

It’s mostly yen coins mixed in with a few 10 yens, and Kisaki sets his mouth to tell him it’s nearly worthless, nothing worth holding onto, and that he could just barely afford a few lollipops, much less an assassination, but he just sighs out through his nose and lets the kid dump the coins into his hand. He pockets it, trying to remember the last time he’s had loose change in his possession, and hands off the coat to Ren who quickly puts it on. It drapes him like a blanket, the arms too long and the hem of the coat dragging along the ground, and Kisaki sighs again.

“Get in the car so we can get this over with.”

“This is your place?”

“It’s a shithole.”

“It is.” Kisaki agrees as he cuts the engine, eyes taking in the dilapidated apartment building. He’s seen many like it, but this one might just be the worst. A small section of the building looks to be burned, as if a fire started in a unit and took out a few apartments and no one ever bothered to repair it.

There’s loiterers lingering all around; teens looking to get into trouble, or maybe looking to stay out of whatever trouble is in their homes, junkies scratching at themselves as they pace back and forth, and hookers in dark corners with their johns.

“That’s what my mom calls it.” Ren continues. “She says we’re gonna move one day. She’s been working a lot to save up money.”

“Where does she work?”

“She won’t tell me.”

“Stalk her like you did me.”

“But that’s bad.”

“So you can do bad things to me and not her?”

“Well,” he shrugs. “You’re bad.”

“I guess I am.”

Kisaki opens the middle console and bypasses the gun stashed inside, inside pulling free the pair of brass knuckles and slipping them into his back pocket. “Does your father have a gun?”

“No, they’re illegal. The officer at my school says so.” Ren peers into the console and goes wide-eyed at the sight he sees.

“How big is he?”

“Really big—bigger than you.”

“Where does he work?”

“The… um, the lumber yard.”

The aluminum bat that he keeps under his seat is pulled free, and then he’s signaling for Ren to get out of the car as he steps out into the cold himself. They join at the front of the car, and like bees to honey, a few women who look as if they’re standing on their last leg make their way over to him, dollar signs reflecting in their irises as they take in the sports car he’s just gotten out of.

“Which apartment is yours?”

“It’s this way.” Ren sets off in the direction in which he pointed to, and Kisaki holds up a gloved hand to the women steadily approaching, stopping them in their tracks as they huff and send him scathing looks.

They’re heading in the direction of the apartments that had been burned down, and Kisaki considers offing the father and the mother and just dropping the boy off at one of the orphanages that actually give a shit about the kids in their care. Killing the dad would stop the mom from getting her head knocked left and right, but it wouldn’t fix their problems. Few people had what it took to pull themselves out of a hole like this one, and the woman was clearly lacking a few vital things up top to have ended up in this predicament in the first place.

“Goddamn fucking bitch. Where is it?!” The near snarl brings Kisaki out of his thoughts, and he reacts in time to snag ahold of Ren’s shoulder when he tried to dash for the apartment. A heavy smack sounds seconds later, followed by the sound of furniture and glass breaking, and another sigh, this one heavier, leaves him as he leans the bat against the wall and starts rolling up his sleeves.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” He mutters to himself, crisp sleeves rolling back to reveal toned, bronze arms. The muscles in them flex as lithe fingers wrap around the handle of the bat, and he rolls his shoulders once before taking a step back, raising his foot, and slamming it right below the lock.

It’s been a while since he’s done a house call, but he adjusts quickly. He rushes in —best to catch ‘em before the shock of the door bursting in wears off— and lays eyes on two people, a man and a woman. He aims low and hits a knee, and there’s a crunch that makes his eyebrow twitch and a scream that brings forth a wave of amusement.

The man stumbles, face screwed up in pain and spit and curses flying. He’s built like a brick house, and the physique reminds him of a certain taxing restaurant owner, so he swings the bat again, this time cracking a few ribs and sending the man sprawling down to the floor.

A floorboard creaks behind him, and reflexes kick in as he swings before he looks. A soft gasp and a shout of ‘Sir’ makes him stop just in time, and he turns to see he was about 3 centimeters away from caving the woman’s face—oh.

Even with the budding bruises, the haggard clothing, and the teary, snotty face, Kisaki has to blink twice and bite down on his tongue to make sure he hasn’t died and somehow snuck his way into Heaven—disgustingly cheesy, he’s aware, but he’s a romantic, you know, and the sight of you is enough to ignite something inside him that had been extinguished for quite some time.

He takes in a slow breath, and the tepid, stale air of this should-be-condemned apartment feels like a breath of fresh air, and he knows what this feeling is. He had felt it once, back when he was young and full of a puppy love for a woman that could just barely stand the sight of him.

He should leave, go back to his office and send a cleanup crew to get rid of all the loose ends. He had thought he wanted another woman to send him up in a tailspin, but there were too many variables, too many things that he couldn’t control, too many things that he couldn’t predict, and he was starting to run out of people to kamikaze box trucks for him when relationships went awry.

“Mom!” Ren runs to you, and you wrap him up in your arms, eyes warily watching Kisaki as you try and gauge his intentions.

“I-I don’t have what he owes you.” Ah.

“He doesn’t owe me a thing.” He forcefully drags his eyes away from you to instead look at the writhing man on the floor. Kisaki lifts his foot and settles it on his midsection, grinding the heel of his shoe against the protruding bones. “But I’m sure he owes someone, so I’ll settle the debt for them.” He looks back to you, and a clammy hand tightens around the handle of the bat. “Unless you have any objections...”

Your eyes flicker down to your child’s father, eyebrows scrunching together as you hold Ren tighter, and Kisaki pleads in his head for you to give him an answer that’ll snuff that flame you lit right out.

Ask me to spare him. Tell me how he’s not a bad man, even though he beats you black and blue and forces your son to seek the help of random men in the middle of the night. Cry that you love him. Make me hate you—

“Just... just don’t do it here, please. I don’t want him to see.”

“Of course.”

Ah, hell.

Kisaki guesses this is as organic as it’s going to get.

#kisaki x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader

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crowchemicals · 1 year

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Things i think Lucifer would do while you're dating

♥︎fluffy fluff all over, sfw

✧ i don't think there's any warnings i should put here other than me projecting onto my favourite babygirl. and very soft Luci 🙏 (my personal religion)

☆ these are purely some scenarios i like to think about often in my lil fantasy world in my head, (and yes this is still and art account i don't write much<33)

• He keeps a list of things you like so he can get them for you. He's very observant, especially when it comes to his beloved, so if he sees something catch your eye while on an outing or you've liked/shared an item on your story/ saved something pretty to pinterest (which he follows but won't admit it. it's not like he really uses the app for anything other than gift ideas for you anyway) he will keep it in mind and write it down in his notes app when you're not looking/there.

• He brings you flowers every week. He learns flower language so he can give you the most meaningful bouquets he can. When they start wilting he immediately replaces them with fresh ones, but he doesn't throw the bouquets away, he proudly displays them in vases around his study.

• You mentioned your favorite snack/sweets (that you can't find in the devildom) once in a conversation with Asmo that he overheard and since then he periodically goes up to the human world to stock up on them so you can have a treat whenever you like :)

• He asks you to do his nails one time as an excuse to get away from paperwork for a little bit and spend some time with you, and you both started gossiping and just talking about RAD, his brothers, etc, and this has since become a routine between you two, one day a week either in his room or yours you get together to sit on the floor while you do his nails and gossip

• he has awful night terrors and has no idea how to cope with them, of course he can't go telling anyone about them that would be embarrassing but he also doesn't want to worry anybody. he's the big brother he's not supposed to show any weaknesses so that his brothers have someone to rely on (shhh I'm projecting) so he distracts himself with work and music, he's lost too much sleep over these kind of nights. One night after you two had been dating for a while though he woke up in a cold sweat and while his first instinct was to go to your room there was something stopping him. So he turned to distracting himself again this time by putting on your favourite show/movie. And he continues doing this every time he has a nightmare until he feels comfortable sharing such vulnerability with you. He finds it oddly comforting even if it's a genre he wouldn't typically enjoy, remembering you talking so fondly about it gives it a different kind of vibe, sometimes depending on how exhausted he is or how bad the night terror was he'll fall asleep with it in the background.

• Takes interest in your hobbies and makes sure you never run out of supplies and new things to try out. And if he sees you eyeing anything relating to your craft or a game or ANYTHING REALLY you'll have it the next day

• Will ask you to come do your work/chill in his study while he's working as a way to spend time together, in the beginning he says it's bc you'll be able to focus better since no one will disturb you there and there's less noise but later he realises that your presence helps him be more productive so when he feels his motivation and focus slip he'll come into your room to do the rest of his paperwork next to you or if you're sleeping in his bedroom that night he'll come work at his desk there, as long as he can be near you he has a reason to finish his work faster.

• Lucifer being an exhausted older sister™️, never really gets to let his guard down so when he trusts you enough he'll finally let his mask slip and give up control for a moment (something all of us wish we could do tbh). someone go bigspoon this man he needs it.

• ^ so he likes to walk up to your/his bed after a long day and just plop on top of you in his pjs and demon form, he knows he's heavy, he knows you were reading but tbh he doesn't care he needs to be held right this instant. bonus points for you if play with his wings, scratch his head esp near the horns or rub his back. you're never getting rid of him now.

• he's so interested by everything you tell him, you wanna explain the plot of a new book in excruciating detail? tell him all the hot gossip you've been hearing from your friends at RAD/Asmo? Make him watch a 10 season long show while explaining every minor thing? go ahead, he will literally give you his full attention if he's not swarmed with paperwork. he'll remember 99.9% of what you tell him too.

#hes my baby i love him #obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gender neutral reader #omswd #obey me lucifer fluff #soft luci #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #⭐.omswd #🖍️.crowwrites

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killmongerskeepermain · 10 months

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Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons

Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form

Normal Lives

●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college.

●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it.

●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)

●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.

●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.

●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)

●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.

●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight.

●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.

●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.)

●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.

●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again.

●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction.

●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.

👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"

"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek.

"Of course you did."

Behind The Mask

●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.

●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade.

●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."

●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."

●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.

●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask.

●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it.

👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"

"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."

When It Comes To You

●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.

●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap.

●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.

●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it.

●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.

●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!

●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.

●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head.

●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.

●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.

●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out.

👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭

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starburts-addict · 10 months

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Aftermath

Note: I did my own aftermath version of the Shiny Jr fic. Some details were heavily inspired by Qeirxing's fic. Because I really did like how some things played out in their fic, but mine has noticeable differences. This work isn't 100% original fanfiction material, but it was just a fun thing I decided to write. Also it isn't 100% proofread.

CW: graphic recollection of choking, paranoia, PTSD-like symptoms,, obsessive behavior, threats (on the reader's side), unhealthy coping mechanisms

How long has it been? How long has it been since you arrived at what was supposed to be a wonderful and bittersweet experience? You don't know, nor do you care. Being stuck in such a cursed place that used to be your escape from reality was terrifying. Hell, you may have physically recovered from the multitude of attacks that day, but you haven't been the same. Constantly lacking sleep due to nightmares and you being paranoid if anyone who had the balls to break into your 'home away from home' would do so. You couldn't even call it your home away from home. It felt more like a prison you decided to isolate yourself in as Grim comes and goes as he pleases. You don't get mad at him for staying indifferent to what had happened. After all, he knew what these guys were like before your arrival in this game world.

Things were okay. You just had to stay inside, make sure you only go outside at certain times to get fresh air, and remove any social apps from your phone. That includes deleting any accounts it came with. It was just Magicam, you wished you could delete the calling and messaging in your phone, but all you could do was block any calls and texts that weren't from the teachers and faculty. Honestly, it was just the Teachers and Sam. You had half a mind to block Crowley as sometimes he would call you to start attending classes with Grim. Saying that the students have been rowdier with each other. Whatever that meant.

Grim still hung out with Ace and Deuce like normal, but ever since that attack, he's been more annoyed towards them. Fucking! Not just them! He's been annoyed at the entirety of the main cast!

Not only have they been badgering him with questions about your status, but they have been sending him home with stuff for the both of you. And most uncanny of all of this, they've been nicer to grim. Which, honestly? Has been very disturbing to him. Grim was so used to the hostility he's seen that seeing their desperate and futile attempts to get you to forgive them was terrifying.

Crewel, Trein, and Sam have the major staff who have come to visit you. Vargas was too busy making sure none of the boys could come to impose on your privacy. Crewel and Trein would sometimes tell you how holing yourself in the ramshackle dorm, but you reminded them that you aren't in a world that you don't belong in and have consequently received a trauma that you should have never gotten in the first place. Sam sometimes had to mediate when things almost turned into an argument. The three of you end up apologizing to each other. The only people you would ever apologize to in this game. Crowley would sometimes come visit and even try to demand you start attending classes. Saying he just wanted things to be less hostile between the students. Every single, annoying time he did, you'd end up threatening him with your departure to the rival school, saying that they will most definitely be the better school to take care of you. You knew that was a lie. You were actually unsure if the main side cast of Royal Sword Academy were any less dangerous. If you do end up running away, you'd rather stay on the island with the NPC residents of Sage Town.

It has just been another day that you have lost track of. Grim had come back from classes just like every other day. It's not like they get weekends off, Maybe in the story, but not within the actual mechanisms of the game. Once again Grim is watching videos on the phone on the couch, and this time you watched along. Usually, you'd spend your time cleaning the rundown place or even talking to the ghosts about your life in your own world. Beyond the game. You missed a lot, but today you were bored. You didn't like having that phone from the game. It only has reminders that this isn't your world. You started to get bored with the videos. It was starting to get dark, and you were tired of having Trein and Crewel open every single library book for you and find you a way home. You were tired of waiting. So you decided that right now seemed like the right time to go to the library. You stood up and looked at Grim. "Grim, I'm going to the library, want to come with?" Grim looked at you surprised, as if you just told him something shocking, well, it might as well have been because ever since you got here you haven't really gotten beyond the Ramshackle dorm ever since that day.

"Are you sure? You avoided stepping out further than the back door." He was worried, which brought you comfort. Out of everyone in the game, you could trust Grim the most. After all, he saved you from an untimely death and apparently cleared up a misunderstanding. A deadly one. Thinking about it, you nodded at Grim and gave him a simper. "Of course. I need to help find a way home." Grim exhaled. "As your protector, I must go. Just in case you get uncomfortable." You petted him as you got up from the couch.

Walking out the front door, you hesitated to open it, but in the end, you ended up opening the door. Off in the distance towards the mailbox that seems to stand barely. You see the plethora of packages and letters they have sent you after you blocked all their numbers and had Vargas fend off anyone who dares enter. It wasn't like the headmaster would fully prevent them from coming to your doorstep. Once you made sure the coast was clear you walked towards the gate where the mailbox was. Curiosity filled you as you wanted to see what the letters held. Although you had a huge idea of what they held, which held you back. As you patted the mailbox sorta to praise it for standing like this, one of the letters fell down. You picked it up and noticed it was from Malleus. The one who almost killed you.

You wanted to rip apart, cut and leave it on the mailbox to show the others what you would start doing if they didn't quit sending you things and harassing Grim about you but against your wishes, you decided to open it up. Grim looked at you with a concerned look. "You don't have ta if you don't want to." You shook your head. "It's fine." You opened up the letter carefully, tearing the wax seal off first and then tearing the flap off. The contents disturbed you, to say the least. The letter was desperate as soon as you read the beginning. You looked at the back, and that was even more disturbing.

The back had started off as a continuation of the beginning, but when the letter was supposed to stop at one sentence of 'I'm Sorry', it continued. The sentence 'I'm Sorry' continued towards the page's bottom. You couldn't tell if it was a diary entry that he decided to mail or what. There were two things that you can deduct. Grim had severely underestimated their obsessive admiration for you, it was beyond that. There were hardly any words that could describe this beyond deplorable behavior. Without a second thought, Grim swatted the card from your hand and tossed it alongside the pile of cards and packages he made without you paying attention. Before you could do anything, he burned it all. "No more of that. Besides, you're on a mission! Don't get so distracted [First]!" Grim stated, marching his way to the library. You followed behind catching up to Grim. Feeling relieved that Grim still wanted to protect you.

Eventually, you both arrive at the Library. You were actually surprised to hear from Grim that the library is open all day and night, but you are in a game, so you ended up losing that surprise. You wandered the library trying to find a starting place to even think where you could start looking. Eventually, you and Grim decide to split up. Hoping that maybe one of us can find a good starting place. As you were walking on the other side of the library, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your paranoia was kicking in, and bad. You tried so hard to ignore it, but your feelings from being chased came back and you turned around.

To your horror, it was Malleus. He was about to approach you and you just stared at him. You couldn't move. The feeling of your throat being squeezed and the feeling of blood trickling down your throat, the pressure of the nails, and the feeling of air under your feet as you dangle up in the air all come rushing back as you hold back the urge to hold your throat. You didn't want to insult the dragon prince and face his wrath again. It was quite terrifying the first time, it will be the second time.

You couldn't squeak out anything, you seemed like a deer in headlights, but when you were about to open your mouth, Malleus spoke."How have you been?" He uttered. He seemed to be walking on a minefield, making sure that what he does is correct to not set off anything. You wanted to sneer at him for even asking that stupid question. You wanted to respond by saying, you clearly weren't doing well if they haven't seen them in a long time, but you advised yourself against it. "Okay, I guess." Malleus clearly wanted to rebuttal but didn't. "Have you received our cards, me and the others have noticed you haven't gotten the mail every time we drop something off." You almost physically cringed when he brought that up. You remember the card of his you read and how truly disturbing it was, but you don't bring it up. "I don't really leave Ramshackle itself." You shrugged. "I just saw the letters today, I'll read them when I get back." You said. It was a lie, of course. Grim had burned everything to a crisp after seeing you look terrified again. You couldn't tell him that though, you don't know what would happen to Grim if he found out.

There was a pause of silence. Both of you glanced away from each other to avoid awkward staring. It was annoying to you how Malleus so far has been pretending as if he didn't almost kill you. That was until Malleus spoke. "I really want you to know how sorry we are for hurting you. How sorry I am for hurting you and causing physical pain." To you, he looked absolutely pathetic for even trying to apologize. You wanted to humiliate Malleus for almost killing you, but you held back. That would make you as bad as the main cast. "… Don't worry about it. Just drop it." You ended up insisting. The fae prince seemed saddened by your response but didn't say anything. After all, he isn't the type to beg from what you gathered from his character when you played the game in the comfort of your room.

More silence ensued, but instead of Malleus breaking the silence, you did. "What brings you to the library?" Malleus seemed surprised that you asked him something about him, even if it was to ask about the purpose of his arrival. Just for a second, he seemed a little too happy for your taste. "I'm here on club activities, I would like to see the architecture of the library." He sounded a little too desperate. That caused you suspicion, instead of egging on, you thought it was best if you didn't.

Then you heard more voices coming in through the library, they sounded loud. Well, at least one of them did. The other one tried to shush the loud voice. You knew who they were. It sounded exactly like Silver and Sebek. "It sounds as if Silver and Sebek are here, I'll leave." You bluntly stated. Before you could turn around, you heard loud footsteps coming closer and almost at a running speed and then you heard him. "MY LO-" Sebek had cut himself off as he saw you. You recoiled at his voice, which was the loudest thing in the library. Then Silver and Grim came along. You weren't as scared of Silver as you were of Sebek and Malleus, but you were terrified of him nonetheless. You took a small step back and Grim took the initiative to stand in front of you just in case.

You were surprised to see Sebek kneel in front of you. Before Silver could say anything to prevent him from saying anything, Sebek yelled his apology. "Player, please forgive me for my insolence! Punish me as you see fit!" Malleus was left stunned and Silver grabbed Sebek and pulled him up and covered his mouth. It seemed out of character to you, Silver isn't really the type to get physical unless he has to. Grim was stunned at Sebek, dumbfounded even. The sleepy knight turned to Malleus and tried to hold himself back from scolding his lord. "My Lord, please stop trying to run off like that. We're lucky that Sebek has a good eye and saw where you ran off to." Malleus cringed when he said that. You looked at Malleus suspiciously. "I thought you said you were here for club activities." Silver looked at you and Malleus, he seemed to have had the color of his face drained as he still held Sebek who sounded muffled and tried to shake Silver off. Malleus couldn't even look you in the eye and turned his head in shame.

Grim shook his head in disappointment. "You guys keep making things worse for yourselves." You looked at Grim and then at the three Diasomnia members before speaking. "We'll take our leave, let's go Grim." You walked off towards the end of the row of books to avoid going through the three men who tried to bring harm to you once. Grim followed behind you and three other men seemed like they wanted to protest your departure, but they walked in the opposite direction.

The way back to Ramshackle was quiet, but you were busy thinking about that interaction. Maybe it would be best if you visit the library later in the night whenever you want to do research.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst prefect #twst fanfic #yandere twisted wonderland #twst au

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sweet-evie · 7 months

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I know it's far-fetched from canon Gojo, but walk with me for a bit...

Serial-dater!Gojo...

Imagine an AU where Satoru Gojo is so good at going on dates. No awkward first-date moments... Just him making his partners feel comfortable and giddy in his presence.

He's in like three dating apps.

The fact that he's super attractive definitely plays a huge part, but it's also the humor and the charm that pulls people in. Plus, he dresses really well.

Every first date with him feels like a scene that's straight out of a romance movie.

9 times out of 10, they fall in love with him on the first date. Why wouldn't they? He's gorgeous, tall, obviously wealthy, fashionable, smells really good, attentive, suave, gentlemanly, charming, funny, and just the right amount of quirky.

Has his date finally landed Mr. Perfect? Like, the greatest catch ever?

Probably... If he wasn't so damn flighty.

He treats all of his dates really really well, so his dates fall in love with him easily. But that doesn't mean he reciprocates their feelings and/or instantaneous attachment.

Is it a game to him? Well, actually no.

Serial-dater!Gojo is just the pickiest mf to ever exist.

On that note... Sex on the 1st date? Not for him...

If there's enough chemistry and/or sexual tension between him and his date, then he'd probably hit the bedroom after 2nd or 3rd date.

The reason he goes on so many dates is because he's just trying to meet as many people as possible, and if he clicks with the right one, then that's the one!

He's had people that make it to the third date, but then something always goes wrong, or he notices a red flag, and it's immediately off.

I would like to reiterate that he's polite and gentle through and through. It doesn't change the fact that his date is disappointed though.

He also stays in touch with most of his dates... Not all of them obviously. He keeps in touch with the really nice ones -- the ones he found to be good people, but he just doesn't have romantic chemistry with them.

As a consequence, he has loads of connections. It goes without saying, Serial-dater!Gojo is unironically very very very good at forming a network. (The pretty-people privilege helps. People who tell him 'no' are very rare).

The reason why he's very good at dates is because he customizes everything to his date's liking. From venue to activity and topics for conversation, he has it covered.

He knows how to turn up the rizz and he's generous with compliments.

I don't know what to tell ya... The man is a great conversationalist. He can fill silences and make his dates laugh. When they're comfortable enough, he asks them questions and keeps the convo going.

Serial-dater!Gojo is great at feigning interest. Even if he's on a date with the most boring person ever, he's quite adept at hiding how bored he actually is.

None of his dates have actually gotten far enough to know Gojo's actual personality.

That is, until he met the person who would be his S/O for life.

They just click. It's hard to explain, but they just do. It took more than 3 dates, but they got past the occasional meet-ups and started seeing each other much more regularly.

At that point, his S/O has successfully turned Serial-dater!Gojo to Boyfriend!Gojo.

Dating Boyfriend!Gojo obviously comes with more than a handful of perks... A peek into Satoru Gojo's actual personality, a great time in the sheets, goofy antics, all the candy, and many many more.

Just don't ask him how many dates he's been on. The number will make anyone dizzy. Plus, I don't think he's even kept track.

Serial-dater!Gojo's notorious series of dates was just one big quest to find the right partner for life.

Side note: I mentioned in the beginning that this is an AU idea, because I'mma be honest, canon Gojo WOULD NEVER. Man's way too busy being the Gojo clan head, being a teacher, and being a special-grade sorcerer to be a serial dater.

Even as a teenager... Satoru is way too obnoxious and loud and so in-your-face about things. Before the Star Plasma Vessel incident, 16-year-old Satoru knows how much power, influence, and wealth he has, and he's probably not shy about flaunting that in people's faces. Teen!Satoru is bratty... Spoiled, arrogant, and likely unbearable. Small wonder Utahime found him to be super annoying.

Gojo in S1, episode 6, during a conversation with Ijichi, even acknowledges that he has a deeply flawed personality.

Could Teen!Satoru go on dates?

Yes, obviously... He's easy on the eyes, and if his date can ignore his abrasive personality, then it's all good.

Now do I think 28-year-old Gojo goes on dates occasionally?

Yeah, sure... But it's super spaced out. And on that note, I don't think he sleeps around regularly either.

Do I think he does one night stands or has casual sex from time to time?

Yep... But just like dating, it's super spaced out. It's neither a weekly nor a regular thing. He's not THAT horny.

I could write a whole ass whitepaper about my speculations around Gojo's almost non-existent dating life in canon, and most of the problems there stem from childhood upbringing, and his never-fading attachment to Suguru -- especially after the Star Plasma Vessel incident.

And now as I finish typing all of this out, I realized too late that everything I just wrote about Serial-dater!Gojo is actually canonically more applicable to Suguru Geto.

Gege did mention that Suguru attracts more people than Satoru.

In hindsight, are any of us surprised that Suguru has managed to establish a cult?

Geto has that cult-leader rizz... He's charming when he wants to be.

Basically take everything I just said about Serial-dater!Gojo and apply it to Suguru Geto, and it fits so well.

Should I have just rebranded this? Yes...

But I'm too damn tired to rework... Not that it matters. 😆 'Tis nothing but a silly AU scenario.

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loving-jack-kelly · 11 months

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fic that's an exploration of all the times jack and davey could have met/interacted before they did. davey starting at a new school two weeks after jack moved to a new foster home and they would have been in the same class but now they're not. davey goes to a middle school basketball game that jack would have been playing in but jack gets sick the night before and ends up staying home. davey goes to the junior prom at jack's high school but jack doesn't go because he thinks prom is stupid. jack goes to senior prom at davey's school but davey never sees him because his date spilled punch on him and he never leaves the front bathroom and jack only ends up using the back bathroom. jack used to spend his lunch breaks at a certain bench in central park and davey spent his lunch breaks at the same bench but their lunch breaks were a half-hour apart so they never really crossed paths. they matched on a dating app once but jack never let plans develop because he still wasn't sure of his sexuality and freaked himself out so they never really talked. jack went on a blind date with sarah once and it went well but didn't go anywhere because neither of them felt like they would be right for each other long term. jack and davey have both been to the same group therapy thing but never on the same weeks. jack has illustrated things for the paper that davey sometimes freelances for but they've never appeared in the same edition so they don't even know each others' names.

all these times that maybe something could have started, maybe something would have started, but they never quite connected. and then one day they do, and it's not even one of the moments that felt like it should be something. it's something stupid. random.

they're both waiting in line at the same coffee shop and make eye contact about something stupid the person at the front of the line just said. a shared, silent, laugh. a five-minute conversation while waiting for their drinks that gets them both leaving with a smile. and suddenly they're seeing each other everywhere. davey's parents pull out his high school yearbooks after dinner and in the middle of laughing at bad fashion choices and how inconsequential everything that had felt life-altering then seems now, there's a familiar face in the photos of prom. jack is scrolling through an app he hasn't opened in more than a year to see if there's anything worth saving before he deletes it and he sees a face way back in the beginning. they both remember a time or two that somebody else sat on their bench to quietly eat lunch when they were normally alone. sarah tells a story about a date she went on once and describes somebody who davey thinks sounds familiar.

when they finally meet again, it's a little more intentional. jack has been coming back to the same coffee shop every day hoping to see davey again, and davey had been doing the same. just like always, they keep missing each other. jack leaves ten minutes before davey arrives, or davey skips a day because something comes up and that's the day jack gets there just when davey normally does. but eventually, things line up. they both recognize each other, and suddenly realize they have no idea what to say.

"this is super weird," jack starts, "but did you used to eat lunch by bethseda fountain like four years ago?"

"i have a weirder one," davey says, "did you go to senior prom at cas?"

it's a strange way to spend an afternoon, sitting in a coffee shop across from somebody you're slowly realizing has been living life so close to yours you've brushed against each other a hundred times without noticing.

maybe, jack thinks because he has a romantic spirit, it's proof of the red string of fate. how could they be so intertwined if it didn't mean something?

maybe, davey thinks because he likes to be philosophical about things, it's a good thing they didn't meet before. what if they hadn't liked each other, hadn't connected, if they'd met when they were younger?

either way, they both think because they're choosing to be hopeful, this feels like maybe the start of something. the start of something good.

#newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #hehe. take this. <3

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a look into kihyun’s phone ☆

much like with his bags, kihyun has gone through a few phones in his lifetime. for most of the occasions he’s upgraded (or downgraded, in one instance, where he went from an iphone 8 back down to a 6 because he said he found it in an old draw of his and wanted to experience using it again) it’s just been because he’s felt like it, or wanted a change-up, but a few times it’s been because of his own clumsiness—there’s been a couple incidents of smashed-up screens; mostly due to his tendency to toss his phone up and down or idly pass it between his hands when he’s bored, and also his joint tendency to not always catch it. but no matter the model, again like most of his bags, the one thing that’s guaranteed is that he’ll be decorating it. chains, stickers, photocards, sharpied scribbles on a few (although that was partly him and partly chenle, who had been all too eager to attack it with the vibrant pinks and reds and greens of permanent and write words kihyun didn’t know the meaning of, paired with odd little doodles he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of), it’s one of his favourite things to do whenever he gets a new phone or case. the same thing goes for whatever pair of headphones he has at that moment in time—or rather, the multiple pairs he likes to switch between whenever he feels like it.

as for the inside, things like his lock & home screen practically change with his mood, going from one picture to the next in the span of a day. he’ll make it a picture of the sky he took one night coming home from practice before he goes to bed, and then wake up the very next morning and switch it to a picture he took of jeno while the older boy was unaware. he’s never been the most organised, either, and so when asked one time on a fancall if he had a pleasant, easy-on-the-eyes interior of his phone, he only held it up to the camera to show the poor fan a horribly mismatched assortment of apps, confessing afterwards that he wanted to try out the clean-and-perfect-looking, aesthetic layouts—widgets and all—but he thought that if he tried to watch any sort of tutorial he’d either burst into tears or fall asleep at his chair. games-wise, he doesn’t have many he’s stuck with (because while he’s downloaded a lot over the years, the ratio of ones he’s purchased to the ones he’s kept has a stark difference in number) but there are a select few he enjoys a lot—those mainly being cooking mama, dadish 3D, dumb ways to die (he’s just a boy), and, as of recently, nct zone. he semi-regularly updates his subscribers on bubble as to who’s world he's reached, idle commentary on the dialogue, or what cards he’s pulled—and the sheer joy he felt when he pulled a super super rare taeil card in-game was enough for him to go on a ten-or-so-long message rant about it.

in terms of social media, while he has all the basics, instagram is by far the one he’s most active on—on both his public and his private account. it’s definitely not every day, but he doesn’t usually go more than a few weeks without giving some update or another; whether that be a simple post on his story, or even as little as his appearance in the background of another member’s story or post. on platforms like twitter or tiktok he usually just sticks to lurking, liking the things he likes peacefully from his private accounts without posting that much officially (but he’ll always be up for filming a dumb little dance challenge with one of his friends, should they ask). his instagram feed is mainly his members and friends outside of DREAM, really more of them than him—or instead, more of them and him—rather than just him on his own. it’s rare that you’ll see a kihyun instagram post without one of the members somewhere, even if it’s as little as their silhouette in the background or the back of their head. he uses his account as more of an archive for him and his closest friends than anything, rather than showcasing himself.

recent stories ★

his camera roll is another thing that’s more of a collection of photos of all the people he loves, as well as pictures to save his days out & nights in, and not to mention his little trips here and there too. there’s once again little space for himself in his photo albums when they’re crammed with everything else you could think of, but kihyun doesn’t mind—he would rather it be like that anyway. while he’s definitely not as into it (or as good at it) as people like jaemin, photography is something he has a growing interest in. he likes how simple it can be, how all it takes is one simple click of camera—whether that be his phone’s, the digital one he’s begun to use more often, or the rare occasion he borrows one of jaemin’s for a while—for a memory, a moment in time, to be captured forever. he’d document every living moment if he could, but then he’d need far more memory than any phone or camera of his had, so he just sticks to keeping his favourites, instead (and even then, there’s far too many favourites for him to count on his two hands). he also prides himself in being able to take the best ‘boyfriend material’ photos of his members, as he’s said so himself, and is usually the first to volunteer to be resident photographer if him and any of his fellow members are out and about and the other says he’s thinking about taking a few pictures for his feed. to put it plainly, his camera roll is probably what kihyun considers the most important thing on his phone (besides his games).

photo album › recents ★

all in all, kihyun’s phone is home to many things—stickers, whichever photocard he’s chosen as the one lucky enough to be carried around in the back of his phone case for the foreseeable future, the number of messy group chats he’s involved in, the countless notifications he gets from his friends at all hours of the day, his favourite pass-the-time games, and of course, his photos. so, in a nutshell, it’s (whichever model he’s on at that minute) no doubt one of the items he holds to the highest importance. a little home for all the things he loves.

#⠀견니 ₊˚⠀⠀THINKING TOO MUCH⠀⠀——⠀⠀misc.#nct dream added member #nct oc addition #nct dream 8th member #nct addition #nct oc #kpop idol oc #kpop addition #kpop male oc #fictional idol community

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year

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21st Century Time Travel Headcanons

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Shenanigans and Chaos

Rating: sfw

Word count: 555

Description: These are my thoughts and opinions on what they might do, what are your thoughts?

WARNINGS: | none? | mxw |

Clavis - He walks around writing down all the amazing tech and medicine to research and take back to recreate in Rhodolite. Bicycles? Bicycles. (Also up all night watching prank videos)

Chevalier - SOMEONE TAKE THIS MAN TO A BARNES & NOBLE. The Kindle app is a must.

Nokto, Licht, Gilbert, Clavis, Yves, (and one time) Sariel - Mistaken as cosplayers. Varying responses ensue.

Keith, Sariel, Licht, Yves, Rio, Luke, Chev - Love quiet hours traveling by train in the countryside. Reading, watching you sleep on their shoulder…

Clavis, Gilbert, Jin, Leon, Silvio, Nokto - Enjoy the chaos, energy, and challenge of traveling densely packed cities. It feels like an adventure.

The Bros - modern sports? sports cars? motorcycles? music and dancing? Enthralled.

Licht & Yves - Go to a concert hall and are astounded by the grandeur and new feeling of modern orchestral music (and both cry throughout.)

Gilbert & Chev - Would figure out technology (including Google Scholar) in an hour and spend the rest of the time researching 10000 topics.

Luke - Joins a save the bees rally. He buys everyone t-shirts that he forces them to wear.

Rio and Silvio - Spend half the time watching telenovelas

Yves - Modern recipes and cake/pastry designs would probably be fascinating to him. He cries when you sign him up for a cooking class with a professional baker.

Leon, Jin, Nokto, Clavis, Gilbert, Luke - love rollercoasters

Nice!Keith, Rio, Yves, Licht - hate them

Chev, Sariel, Alter!Keith, Silvio - might be persuaded to go if you wanted to, entirely to watch your reactions (Although Silvio is secretly terrified)

Jin, Silvio, & Sariel - Go to every winery they find. They single-handedly save one small vineyard from going under with a huge purchase and some excellent business advice.

Clavis - From the moment I was introduced to this gremlin, I have been cursed to judge every single meme I come across: Would Clavis like this? Imagine this loser’s glee spamming incomprehensible nonsense to everyone (and airdropping them to strangers to watch their reactions).

Licht, Sariel, & Keith - Have never been so at peace after discovering relaxing instrumental playlists on Spotify.

Jin & Nokto - Discover they love modern music and let you take them to a rave. Life changing.

Chevalier & Sariel - Are far too happy to use the silent mode on their phones. Everyone curses them when there’s emergencies (Clavis purposely got on the wrong train again).

Jin wanders into a martial-arts class. Walks out three hours later beloved by the kids and the teachers.

Rio & Luke - Goes to animal shelters and names all of them. Tries to smuggle out a puppy. Does not succeed. There may be tears.

Silvio - Loves NYC. In a different life he would have been born there.

Clavis - Comes across a street caricature artist and spends a gleeful two hours having them draw everyone from pictures off his phone.

Nokto, Jin, Leon, Silvio - Inflict their ignorant selves on helpless clubs every chance they get. Imagine them trying to learn how to dance???

Gilbert, Silvio, Sariel, Nice!Keith - Love museums. Gilbert asks the employees disturbing and inappropriate questions. Clavis is obsessed with the science museum. Begs to go back several times.

Who would be the best dressed? My guesses? Silvio, Yves, Chev, and Sariel would turn heads for sure.

IMPORTANT ADDITION: Who would love 80’s music the most?

Virtually all of them - Enjoy your efforts and excitement in explaining everything to them as much or even more than they are fascinated by it all themselves.

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evilhasnever · 6 months

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any mdzs thoughts for previous jobs u have held for an au? (badly worded ask for the specific au ask game)

Private University AU:

Lan Xichen is an art history professor as well as the Dean's nephew, and he relly wanted to be an artist fulltime but his family never allowed him to entertain the possibility. Now he paints and does little solo exhibitions as a side gig, but he does not have nearly enough time to dedicate to them and he is almost... embarrassed about doing art halfheartedly, or so he sees it. Fortunately, he likes people though his feelings on teaching are simply neutral. Also, he can see Meng Yao every day... he tries to stay positive!

Lan Wangji doesn't want to be a professor, and fully expected nobody to sign up for his music theory classes because, for the most part, he does not speak - he puts his slides up on the projector and then plays the music in question. He is both shocked and strangely pleased when students consistently show up - not many, but the same little group every time. He overhears in the corridor that they think he is "the coolest".

Wei Wuxian works at the university cafe. LWJ finds it infuriating that he has no interest in pursuing a PhD, because Wei Ying's thesis on the psychology of music changed his life. (the big reveal is that WWX is still working on his research, just on his own time and using uni credentials to access the library and borrow sources because they never revoked his student account). The university cafe is open to the public as well, and some kids from the nearby elementary school wander in sometimes because WWX gives them whatever pastries are left.

Meng Yao is an assistant language teacher working for a multinational dispatch company. He works part time, but spends pretty much his entire day at uni prepping materials and doing his own research. Lan Xichen makes a point to invite him to eat in the student cafeteria with him every day (the first time he asked, he mentioned taking him to a restaurant right outside campus where he often eats, but Meng Yao looked terrified at the prospect of leaving campus even for 30 minutes, so LXC course corrected!) JGS keeps saying the family visa will come through eventually, but in the meantime he needs to get by on a provisionary work visa which means he literally cannot quit his job at the dispatch company or he will be deported. Lan Xichen doesn't know this, and thank god, because otherwise he would immediately offer to marry him for a spouse visa and things would get even more awkward.

Nie Huaisang has been a student for six years and still hasn't finished his bachelor's degree. In fairness, it's because NMJ chose it for him and would not allow him to switch majors! NHS's idea of passive resistance is to do the bare minimum to stay in uni, but waste as much time (and money) as possible in doing so. He spends all of his time in the cafeteria playing geocaching games and swiping dating apps without doing anything about it. Sometimes he goes to classes that are entirely unrelated to his studies (like Lan Xichen's) just to hide away and people-watch, and because he knows LXC would never rat him out. Also he may be writing rpf of LXC and Meng Yao because he sucks. ;)

#Writing this was very painful because my life sucks and has always sucked #I have been all of these people at one point in time #ask box #au meme #xiyao #lan xichen #meng yao #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #long post

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obeymycok · 2 years

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Poking Their Armpit

Not a day goes by in my house without someone being poked in their armpit while they stretch. I assume it’s relatively similar for most households especially for those who have siblings. This is how the obey me bros would react to you poking them when they’re having a nice stretch lol.

Lucifer

So you wish to die?

He thought he could trust you :(

You two were sitting in his room together, him finishing up some paperwork, you sitting in a chair next to him on your DDD.

I just know he has horrible posture when he works.

*Queue big stretch from the peacock*

*Poke*

Wings shoot out at maximum speed and just barely miss your face as he whips his entire body towards you with a very angry and an even more surprised face.

The demon was too stunned to speak

“...Did...did you j-...no...there’s no way......you-..”

He quickly recovers and that annoyed look is back.

“Please, MC. I’m very busy right now.”

You better believe the next time you stretch and every time he catches you after that (if he isn’t in front of someone important) he will poke you and you never even see it coming most of the time.

Congrats, you’ve started a war you will not win.

Mammon

Oh poor Mams.

You both just had a successful night at the casino and Mammon was busy counting it all for the 36th time.

“Man you should’ve seen their faces MC!” “I did Mammon, I was right next to you.” “Yeah but like from MY point of view y’know!?”

Getting a little bored with the same rant and the apps on your device, you decided to have a little fun with him.

Now, Mammon is very dramatic with his movements when he’s excited and it sparks an idea.

Slowly sliding over, you wait for the perfect time to strike.

“That’s gotta be the biggest jackpot I’ve won in centuries! It was literally like tHI-AGHHH!?!!?”

Literal SQUAWK (did a crow just fly into the window?)

The wad of cash in his hand is now scattered across his room and he is on the floor in .02 seconds picking it all up.

“WHA-WHAT THE HELL MC??!!?! YOU MADE ME LOSE COUNT AND NOW IT”S ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND IT”S GETTING WRINKLED AN-”

But he just can’t resist that adorable laugh of yours. 🥺

He gets all pouty for awhile but forgives you immediately if you help him pick it up.

ABSOLUTELY does it to you every possible chance he gets and it’s a game now between the two of you

Leviathan

Why did you think this was a good idea, he can’t handle touch when he’s expecting it. (Levi kinnie moment 🤪)

You were watching him beat the final boss in a new game he’d recently bought.

You were excited to spend time with him and see him so happy but you wanted some attention yourself

But of course, you never interrupt Levi when he's gaming (and that's why he loves you🥺🧡)

Patiently waiting until he's done while hyping up your Lord of Shadows, you hatch a devious plan :)

He finally beats the final boss and jumps up to cheer, while simultaneously stretching his back out.

You strike like Henry 1.0 *poke*

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

When I tell you this man LEAPS into the air.

Headphones on the floor, still miraculously plugged in, and your demon in his ceiling, horn first, tail wrapped around his torso.

“WAAAH!!! MC YOU”RE SUCH A NORMIE!!! But of course you would do that to such a yucky and gross otaku I mean who would eve...”

After much convincing that you don’t hate him, he finally comes down but he’s still a little salty.

Just play a game with him and he’ll be good.

He might try and poke you back like once but if he succeeds he’ll feel bad and apologize for touching you.

Satan

So you have chosen death.

Seriously though make sure he isn't in a bad mood or about to lose his shit.

So let's say y'all were in his room reading silently.

You both had different books so there was no way reading aloud would be helpful, which is why you got kinda lonely.

Your book was at a slow point and it seemed like you just couldn't retain anything you were reading.

Usually Satan would notice and offer to read to you, but his book was just starting to reach it's climax.

Staring at his expressions as his eyes scan the words on the page, you realize you want those eyes on you.

Of course, like Leviathan and gaming, don't interrupt Satan when he's reading something interesting.

Eventually when the drama dies down he looks up and notices your stare, inviting you over to talk about what just happened in the story.

As you got up to sit by him, he stretched both his arms above his head and the mighty Avatar of Wrath looked like a kitty 🥺

Of course you couldn't pass up the opportunity to poke his armpit though after being so patient.

*poke*

Never have you seen someone flinch so hard and so fast

He just kinda stares at you for a few seconds before he bursts out laughing.

You’ve started an unwinnable war, but unlike Lucifer, he will do it at literally every possible chance no matter who is around or what you’re doing

Asmodeus

Just pray to God you didn’t mess his up his eyeliner.

You were sitting on Asmo’s bed while he sat at his vanity and did his makeup.

He let you pick how he should do it and insisted you stayed until he was done so you could see it as soon as possible and be the first one. 🥺

Problem is, Asmo spends on average a couple hours to put his makeup on and there’s only so many games on your DDD.

He’d had his arms up for awhile doing his left eye, which put the idea in your head.

You got up and watched closer, Asmo also loving the attention.

Unbeknownst to Asmo, you were waiting until he moved the eyeliner pen far enough away from his eye (you’re not stupid)

He pulled the pen away to turn and look at you, and you made your move. *poke*

The cutest high pitch scream🥺

“Oh MC! You’re so devious and sneaky! You’re lucky you didn’t ruin my makeup darling!”

Playfully upset and demands smooches as an apology, as well as compliments on the look.

He’ll get you back once in awhile; he thinks it’s cute and flirty.

Beelzebub

You guys were watching a movie in the common room and snacking on some stuff from the human world.

Getting a little full yourself, you glanced at Beel whose speed still hadn’t faltered in the slightest.

It really is an amazing sight to witness.

His arms were constantly being held parallel as they served as shovels for all his chips and candy.

And that’s when the idea struck you.

*poke*

He did a little jump and choked a little.

Luckily there was still plenty of water nearby.

He just kinda stared at you like a confused puppy and you started to feel bad :(

“If you wanted some gummy worms, you could’ve just asked MC. I’m always willing to share food with you.” 🥺😭

Happy Beel noises when you accept a few, despite getting full.

He now pokes you anywhere convenient when he’s hungry.

Belphegor

Angry cow

You were napping in the attic with him since Beel was using the room for a workout and the other brothers were being loud with their usual shenanigans.

As usual, you woke up much earlier than him and you’d already done all your dailies, as well as scrolled through your feed for awhile.

In your eyes, it was time for him to A W A K E N

“But how?”

How to wake up the Avatar of Sloth without him being violently enraged, now that was a toughie.

After overthinking it for awhile, you noticed how his arms were stretched up over his head.

“That’ll do” was the last thing that went through your head before *poke*

His arms flew down, but his eyes remained closed.

You thought it was just a bodily reaction until the scowl crept onto his face.

“MC...fucking why?” he growled as his eyes slowly opened to a squint.

He may look upset but if you tell him you just wanted to cuddle/want some cutesy attention, he’ll melt in a second.

He’ll still be a brat and tease you, but he isn’t the youngest for nothing.

He’ll get his revenge immediately and do it when he wants your attention from then on.

The only way to stop the torment is to cuddle him like the pillow princess he is <3 🥺

#OBEY ME #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me crack #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #Obey Me Levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #Obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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Hey! I saw your answer to that one ask and would like to know why Redbull (or any other team) would be interested in doing what Liberty Media asked of them and have two top drivers that are truly competetive? Why would a team and a TP want that added stress of managing them and handling that situation if the current situation (for example with Max & Checo) works. We all saw what happened with Mercedes and Rosberg & Hamilton.

And we all remember how good and competetive the 2020-2021 seasons were because there was a true fight between multiple drivers/ constructers for the win. And tbh we all can agree that this season has been pretty boring because there has been no fight for the win (with the exception of the Las Vegas and Singapore GP).

Thank you in advance for answering 🫶🏼

this is ABSURDLY late! but hello! i do have a few thoughts about this so please accept my belated answer while i fight the tumblr app demons 🫶

the reason why i think red bull would be willing in doing what liberty media asks is not necessarily because they care about liberty media, per se, but because of the marketing power that comes with it. it also doesn't hurt to get in the good graces of the owners by going along with their latest "entertainment" plans.

that, and because redbull can get away with it in a way i don't think other teams can. why?

redbull has already proven that they can win both championships with max verstappen alone if they have the car for it. that might not hold for next season, if the other teams manage to close the gap (please!!!), but as of right now they don't have to worry too much about their second driver.

that being said, they are always about MORE. more domination, more breaking records, more being the best and the first to do something — youngest drivers, youngest winners, longest records, etc. etc. etc. it would definitely be a goal for them to demolish a whole season even more than they already did in 2023, and having two drivers contribute would be part of that (checo did fine imo; he's just not at max's level to lead to total complete annihilation).

(consider how infamously brutal they are with their second drivers. obviously they seem content with checo as a #2 to max, but historically they have been vicious if their second driver couldn't compete well. why? because they want a powerful duo. i don't believe even kind of that they are content to keep checo just because he's doing "alright".)

having two top drivers might take points from one another, sure. that might jeopardize an easy snatch at both championships. but rbr is also very good with strategy, very good at drawing obvious lines. if it comes down to it and they need to enforce a little bit of discipline between their drivers, they will. i think they would be able to manage a consistent 1-2 every race without having to worry too much about #3 creeping up on them, but if they did have to be a bit more strategic? they could do it. now, would they be willing to prioritize the other driver over max if they had earned it thus far? i think maybe, but that one is admittedly questionable.

(see also part two: imagine seeing a very competent team with very good drivers managing to team up against their rivals when necessary? a lot of very cool strategies to take out competition or play the team game strategically don't always work out because of the skill gap between drivers — i.e., carlos aside from being unwilling to help charles is almost never in the position to do so because he lacks pace or is too far back or is on a different strategy etc etc. same goes with checo. this would give rbr more options for coordination when needed, i think, which could lend itself to some cool stunts and scheming.)

redbull as a brand — that is, Red Bull™ corporate, not just red bull racing — is all about pushing boundaries and being exceptional and highkey crazy. rbr also prides itself on being "different" and not like those stuffy manufacturer constructions. they're a scrappy energy drink bodying "real" car companies and doing it as loudly and controversially as possible. being the type of hooligans to take on the chaos and potential drama of a two top driver lineup is sort of in their wheelhouse.

i also think that mercedes not being able to do it successfully would only be more incentive for rbr to try. imagine if they make it work where toto wolff and one of the iconic manufacturer teams failed? that's bragging rights for life. rbr would go crazy with that. christian would be elated.

(see also, with charles specifically: stealing ferrari's prince, golden boy, il predestinato, and giving him the championship that ferrari failed to give him? yeah. rbr would eat that shit up. they love their controversial champions.)

entertainment value. rbr did not seem non-receptive to liberty media's attempts to bring more entertainment to the sport. obviously max hates the added fuss, but this is the sort of entertainment that max wouldn't hate — give him a real challenge every weekend and batshit crazy racing? i think he'd take that. i know he's said he enjoys not having to fight as much because it means the team is doing insanely well, but fighting his own teammate because they are the only ones who can actually compete would still be rbr domination. and lbr, he seems to enjoy the races where he RACES much more than the cruising ones.

that being said, yes, i agree it is pretty entertaining when it's two or three teams battling it out in full-fledged fight. obviously having two rbr drivers fighting the champion fight reduces some of the drama — no steward fights and arguments, no rival tps arguing, no inter-team tension. that's a little less fun. besides, stewards don't tend to investigate intra-team incidents. so there may be some lost entertainment there — but it also might be less toxic, too. time would have to tell on that one.

(also worth noting that people got annoyed with on-going rbr dominance this season, but, i mean... at least the first few races when it looked like checo might actually fight seemed entertaining to the masses. i think it's more so max verstappen dominance they are sick of. this would lend itself to some mystery.)

who knows though! even if charles has renewed (and ferrari has been doing A Lot lately to suggest they are trying hard to keep him, for once), i think rbr will be trying to get a closer-to-number-1 driver in the future regardless. obviously they tried to get charles. they have tried to get lando (debatable if he's on the same level, but he's good and has the potential).

i think they are very interested in having two top drivers; i just happen to think charles would be best suited for it, provided he gets a fair shot at the title with them.

#*oracles #lestappen gate 2023 #paddock politics #silly season 2023 #omg.... is it officially 2024 silly season......#winter break 2023 #WAIT #is it 2024 break!#red bull racing #f1 #this is more about red bull than necessarily about lestappen tbf so we leave off driver tags for now

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mirlvshft · 3 months

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day 4 of reya singh’s 4-day mind reprogramming process! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

day 4: today is the day you will shift. anchor this firmly in your mindset. as you go through your day and routine, consciously connect every action to shifting. drinking water, brushing your teeth, showering, watching tv, breathing, eating— associating literally every activity, no matter how mundane, to bringing you closer to shift. even negative experiences can be reframed as stepping stones toward this goal. let this relentless positive focus saturate your consciousness. this day takes you into your desired reality.

alright!! this is technically not day 4 as it would’ve been monday the 5th not today (tuesday 6th) so, excuse that, i’ll explain. anyway! before we get into this, i just want to state: no, i did not shift, but maybe got close. this attempt is similar to another. i will explain what happened and my overall thoughts about this process. long post!! (˘ŏ_ŏ)

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆what happened?⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

so to address the timeline, i did attempt to shift monday which is the official 4th day but right when it hit 12am for me since i’m in bed by then. i love “awake” methods, they’re all i usually do but i can only do them at night when i am left alone and nothing is bothering me. i’m busy during the day and there’s never a quiet moment.

i did everything as usual, i got myself ready for bed, buzzing with good energy and semi-controlled giddiness. i lay down, put my headphones on and i listen to reya’s guided meditation. i get into a nice deep calm state, i don’t feel my body too much and i’m very relaxed. i affirm and affirm, keep relaxed. i don’t feel any “symptoms” per se, maybe like a tingling sensation here and there but i barely notice (i know i don’t need to experience these). so this continues on and eventually i go in and out of consciousness. the whole time i doze off and come back, i hear the subliminal music in my ears and no cue i’m in my wr. i remember getting frustrated but not why, i wasn’t mad i wasn’t in my wr or anything i know that for sure. really strange, but i’m not thinking much of it. in summary, i fell asleep and nothing much happened.

that brings me to 12am today. i got ready for bed as usual and around 11:20pm (of yesterday) i’m finally in bed. i’m looking through notifs, apps, etc., then i decide to shift again. because why not? fuck it, let’s do it.

so after reviewing my script (and adding to it), i lay back with alunir’s guided meditation playing in my headphones. i’ve used it several times before. i relax immediately, etc etc etc., you know how it goes. again, not many “symptoms”, i barely notice the smaller ones like tingling. i get into a very very relaxed state, can’t feel my body much and i affirm and set my intentions as i hear what alunir says. like the last attempt, i doze off a little at first but then i’m fully awake. and soon i start smelling the faintest scents of rain and cologne (scripted this for my wr). i’m even calmer than last time this happened, got excited but i shut that shit down quick to focus. another cue i had in mind to know i’m in my wr is connor “waking” me up. he would gently wake me up not by talking but touch. (i’ve yet to post abt him, i will soon. he’s connor from a game called detroit become human. he’s like my assistant(?) in wr)

man i just remembered as i’m typing this up, i felt a shove to my arm/shoulder. it wasn’t aggressive but not so gentle, somewhere in the middle. i can’t tell if this was just a jerk my body did or something more for a split second. i don’t know what to define it as but i’m more sure it was just a jerk than anything else.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆overall thoughts⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

i think this is an amazing process. i believe it really helps lock down your belief in shifting as well as whatever you want to work on while using this. i felt pretty confident about my abilities to shift and it helped strengthen my positivity about shifting as a whole.

throughout all the exercises of this process, it helped strengthen so many parts of myself. reflecting on my journey thus far and what i hope to get out of one of many lives is so incredibly motivating and eye-opening. it gets you to really sit down and think about what you want and what you see for your overall life. this process really helps you see your dr(s) as a real place. not something you can only dream of but a real place where you can be. where everyone around you is real and have very real lives.

i definitely recommend others to try this process out. even if you don’t end up shifting, it can help strengthen your mindset and get you to think deeply about your dr(s). in turn, get you that much more closer to shifting!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

#— mir’s reality: exploring methods! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧#shiftblr #shifting community #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting realities #shifting blog #criminal minds shifter #shifting motivation

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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New Opportunities

a/n: hi!! this is part 2 to the atsumu fic Press Conference that i wrote a few days ago! i hope you guys like it! part 1

tags: @malxoxo @oikawas-toris @dai-tsukki-desu @my-idea-was-stolen @chims-kookies

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, lowercase intentional

atsumu had never been more embarrassed. that was one of the first times that he wanted to leave a press conference as soon as possible. along with his stupid mistake, your small smile and cute laugh are stuck in his brain, playing on a loop the entire drive home.

after tossing his jersey and other game clothes into the hamper, atsumu decides to check his phone. yep. as expected, his notifications are abundant as he is being posted, reposted, tagged, and commented on just about every social media platform. he throws his head back and groans, long and drawn out, as he tosses his phone on his bed.

as the phone bounces, once, twice, and almost on the floor, atsumu gets a call from his manager. even better. atsumu ignores it, and texts him letting him know that he is really not in the mood.

turning on the shower, atsumu's phone dings with a message from his manager. that was quick, this must be bad.

you are EVERYWHERE, mr. miya. and that's not a bad thing. maybe in the future though, we remember that the mics are always on and yes, they can pick up whispers. get some rest and we will see you tomorrow.

atsumu looks at himself in the mirror. placing his palms on the counter, he looks down at the red marks on his forearms from the match, then back up to his face. well, at least i'm trending for good reasons, right?

almost like he was communicating with himself, atsumu's eyes light up in the mirror and his heart races as he gets a great idea. the best. the best idea he has had in years.

do you know the journalists name by chance?

hitting reply, he jumps in the shower. washing down the drain, along with the sudsy water, is the embarrassment he felt earlier. instead of the shame he feels every time his phone alerts him that he has been reposted, yet again, he is giddy. the chance to talk to you is just about here. as he steps out of the shower and dries off, he gets a text back from his manager, you name included. the question asking why he needed it goes right over atsumu's head as he searches your name on instagram.

he finds you. he knows it's you from the colorful array of photos that make up your profile. travel photos, pictures of food, and different photos of your smiling face shine onto his in the dark of his room. feeling bold, he decides to message you.

atsumu.miya: you're the reporter from tonight, yeah?

you stare at the phone. what do i say? hiding in your covers as if he could see you, you finally reply.

y/n: yeah, that was me!

you quickly change out of the app and try and find anything else to distract yourself. your heart is racing. is this that big of a deal? all kinds of thoughts start floating through your head. what does he want? is he messaging me because-

atsumu.miya: well hey 😄 i am sorry about tonight. i hope i didn't ruin your article or anything

you smile at that.

y/n: you didn't at all. actually, with the attention the video has gotten, this may be better for me 😉

immediately you cringe. the wink face? come on. hoping he doesn't ghost you after that, you decide to grab some water. it's already past 1 am, and you aren't going to be sleeping anytime soon.

atsumu is wrapped up in covers like a cocoon, only thing visible is his face glowing from the light of his phone. grinning ear to ear, he laughs out loud. she's too cute. trying to come up with the most clever response, he is pleasantly surprised when you text again.

y/n: anyway, i'm sorry for all of the mess this caused. i hope that nothing bad happened to you because of this!

atsumu smiles wider, if possible.

atsumu.miya: don't apologize pretty, you've done nothing wrong ❤️

atsumu.miya: you are beautiful, by the way. i meant what i said into the mic earlier. but, i have a practice tomorrow so i need to sleep. i gotta prepare myself for the jokes 😉

the last sip of your water gets stuck halfway down your throat at the message. having experienced his compliment in real life, reading the message was like replaying it once more. pink dusts your cheeks as you try to sleep. tomorrow is a new day. sunday, a day to rest, a day to relax. before falling asleep, you decide to be a little bold and respond.

y/n: i hope it isn't too bad ☹️ goodnight, i hope to talk to you tomorrow!

a pale dusting of light covers your eyelids. slowly opening them, you sit up in bed and stretch. walking into your kitchen to get something to eat, last night's events barge into your head like a semi truck. quickly snatching up your phone, you check for any messages.

an email from your boss, already excited beyond belief that you have provided such exposure for the company, texts from family about seeing you in videos and posts, and one from none other than:

atsumu.miya: hi cutie, how is your day going?

atsumu.miya: oh, by the way, my teammates had nothing but good things to say, mostly about you, but i didn't get made fun of too bad 😏😉

your stomach flutters and you feel giddy. your heart warms at the fact that not only did he call you cute, he double texted. first message from 8:45 am, second from 10:26 am. plopping down on the couch, phone in hand. you start typing out responses, second guessing yourself, deleting it, starting over; you can’t decide what to say. after typing a response, instead of deleting it you hit send. no going back now.

y/n: well, i just woke up, but so far so good! and i’m glad you didn’t get harassed too much. anything i can do to make up for it? it’s a little bit my fault.

doubt washes over you immediately. what if he’s just being nice? not 20 seconds later do you get a message back.

atsumu.miya: you could give me your number so we don’t have to bother with this silly app. i’m getting tired of seeing myself look like an idiot every time i open instagram 😫 it’s the least you could do, really

your heart beats a little quicker. so he is interested. before you can talk yourself out of it, you send your number to atsumu and wait.

atsumu lays sprawled out on his bed, freshly showered and finally in something other than practice clothes. chewing on the drawstring of his hoodie, atsumu adds your name into his contacts. what should i put as her name? should i put an emoji? is that too much?

deciding on just your name, no emoji, atsumu hits save. fiddling his hoodie string with his tongue, atsumu grins as he stares at your contact page. unfortunately, his grin loosened the end of the drawstring, causing him to bite his own cheek. groaning in pain, atsumu grabs his phone and shuts his eyes. they snap open, however, when he realizes he hit the voice call option. hanging up quickly, eyes wide, atsumu drops the phone and pulls the strings right, shielding his face in embarrassment. it’s just one thing after another.

after changing your clothes, you grab your phone and see a notification. a missed call from a number you don’t have, plus a voicemail. curious, you listen to the voicemail. muffled sounds, a groan of some kind, followed by someone saying “oh fu-“ is the entirety of it. just as you are about to call back, you get a text from the same number that makes you laugh out loud.

hey it’s atsumu. im sorry for the call, i promise it was an accident. i haven’t been having much luck when it comes to technology lately ig 😔

hi atsumu, it’s okay!! don’t apologize, i don’t mind at all!

creating a contact of your own, you don’t realize you are grinning until your own face appears on the screen. your reflection looks back at you as you scrunch your eyebrows, only for them to shoot up when you notice what’s on the screen.

facetime from atsumu miya

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #timeskip atsumu

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11. What’s a fic that’s been in your WIP folder for ages that you haven’t posted ANY of? Why haven’t you posted it?

From this ask game.

There are so many of these, even just on my phone and not even counting the ones on my pc. I'm so bad about this.

But here's one that's been in my phone's notes app since about 2019 (which I just said to myself was "like, two years ago,") which is about the last time I was reading Spiderman/Deadpool fanfic and felt like giving it a shot: it's a bit NSFW and it clearly implies the rest of a fic that I haven't actually managed to conceptualise or write. I will probably never write it.

NSFW draft spideypool content under the cut—

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I'll just... get it out of my system, Peter thinks, a little desperately, already knowing it is going to be a terrible idea.

He goes in with what—he assumes—are all eight metaphorical eyes wide open. He knows Deadpool will go for it, because he can't have had sex for, like, for free, in decades. Peter feels like a bad person for thinking about it like this, but he assumes Deadpool will be pathetically grateful, incredibly dangerous, and extremely bad in bed. His skin looks like it's just in the middle of sloughing right off. He screams at the fourth wall of reality and he'll probably cry when he ejaculates or something.

Despite Peter's own, baffling, full-body response to him, this isn't a guy who screams 'good in bed.'

The sex will... the sex will be bad. Peter knows this. He's counting on it, frankly. Once he's screwed him it will never, ever be appealing again and they can be friendly neighbours and (super)(anti)hero friends(?).

...Spoiler: the sex is not bad. For Peter, this is a catastrophe.

Deadpool is, as Peter's horny traitor brain has previously informed him, big. Big shoulders, long limbs and ropey muscles. Big feet. Big hands. Big—

"Oh yeah," mumbles Peter. He can feel his dick clean up his spine. It's painful. The burn makes it better, a long slow stretch as he works it in.

"Yyyeahhh, that's it, that's amazing, keep going," he says.

"Hmngh," says Deadpool into his shoulder. He's still wearing the mask, so he's still Deadpool, but it's crept up over his chin. His breath is humid, a hot rush down Peter's spine that makes him shiver.

Peter's mouth twists. His nipples bead up tightly.

Deadpool squeezes the dense muscle of his butt in one hand. That, too, feels good: his hands are strong and they just kind of engulf whatever body part they're currently clutching.

Peter groans into the stale mattress and squeezes his eyes shut and gives into really, really feeling every bit of the hard muscular weight of Deadpool on top of him. He's half ashamed of the noises he's making and also incredibly turned on to hear himself.

Unfortunately, the sex is unbelievably satisfying. It scratches an itch Peter isn't even aware of until it's getting scratched.

He comes away with jelly legs, a hoarse throat and a perfect imprint of Deadpool's teeth in his butt.

Here's your second spoiler: casual sex with Deadpool? Does not 'get it out of Peter's system'.

#tozette.txt #anon #ask #ask meme

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