#i cant draw so have a drabble instead

[ruins-and-rewritez]

DAY 8: KNIFE WIFE: Kanej

Sometimes it's hard to know whether the skills that you've adapted to survive are something to be proud of or not. If they've allowed you to keep going shouldn't they be seen as a badge of honor rather than a mark of shame.

Inej often walks that delicate balance between the two never able to decide which side to fall to if she'd ever lost her footing. The choice will be made later, after she's had enough time to make a proper decision, but for now she lets her newfound skills shine.

Her family can't seem to believe that these abilities she's gained with a knife are real and not some sort of trick. As performers they all know quite well that seeing and believing are two very different things.

Inej hits the target, marked on the trunk of a tree, again and again. One blade after another, slice into the bullseye, until the bark in the center has all been chipped away, and her collection falls to the ground with a clang.

Her parents, cousins, the whole family, take a collective pause before bursting into applause. Her uncle (a former knife thrower) gives her a pat on the back for her dexterity. Her cousin Miri asks with bright eyes if she can teach her how to do that (at 8 years old Inej is inclined to say no).

Everyone appears to take this new talent of hers in stride not questioning the reasons behind it or where it was learned and refined. The adults not wanting to turn the conversation to something unpleasant and untouchable, and the children only knowing the Inej was 'away' and not the circumstances that led to her being gone for so long.

Inej knows that the story is probably something they'd want to know, they don't refrain from letting her talk about her trauma but they don't ask either (save simple 'how are you' interactions). Inej can't blame them, she doesn't, they're there when she needs them but they still don't try to force it, it's something she has grown to appreciate, especially on the rarer growing bad days.

They might not ask for the story, but she can't help but watch it replay in her mind with every throw.

Kaz's dark attic room, an over cast sky, training dummies on the far end, bright splotches of red where their hearts would be.

"If you're going to make yourself useful to me, you need to be able to protect yourself when the time comes."

When he first pressed the handle into her palm she flinched, steeled herself, and tried to focus.

"Think as though its and extension of yourself."

Inej grips it better, making it comfortable in her hold, he doesn't correct her, so it must be sufficent.

"Put the weight behind it when you release."

He circles behind her to correct her stance, fear rises in her throat, being unable to see him, but she's the one holding the knife, and that helps.

"Bend your wrist. Like this."

He stands besides her, curling his own small blade toward his arm. She doesn't know whether him not touching her is for Inej or himself, but a small part of her is grateful.

"Dominant leg first."

She follows.

"Sight the target. Breath in. Pull back. Throw. Out."

She watches his every move filing it away, catalouging it, memorizing. It hits the target, a little right of the center.

"Now you."

His instructions are meager, straight to the point, and somehow, all she needs. She visualizes and follows through. She hits the target almost dead on.

Kaz seems relieved at this, or maybe angry, she can't read his expressions, not yet anyway. But the practice continues, and for the most of it she is near perfect. A natural.

He eyes her as their session ends, calculating something in those cold eyes of his.

"No doubt you'll be deadly with a knife. Wraith."

And no doubt, she is.

#six of crows duology #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #six of crows #crowtober2023 #day 8: knifewife #ficlet #i cant draw so have a drabble instead #rarzo #ruinwrites

[star-girl69]

Music To Watch Girls To

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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sypnosis: is it wrong to be obsessed with clarisse? obviously not!!

a/n: i cant just write a drabble what is wrong w me it’s always gotta be a full fledged fic damn anyways i don’t like this one that much so don’t crucify me, but i hope you all enjoy!!

Music To Watch Boys To - Lana Del Rey

warnings: FRIENDS TO LOVERS GOOD LORD, all clarisse know is be mean to her friends, like girls, and lie, reader is a little insane this time…., it’s not watching clarisse train bc i got struck with inspo but you all will like it dw, there’s still muscles and watching clarisse fight, swearing, violence, mentions of weapons, reader is an honorary ares cabin member bc i think it’s cute and i do what i want, y/n gets hurt like 20 times ITS FOR THE PLOT OK, kissing!!!!, like angst for half a sec not rly tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The only word you think of when you think of Clarisse is fuck.

It describes your feelings about her so accurately. The first time you saw her, you knew you had to have this girl. And the first time you heard her talk, she was calling some Hephaestus kid a dumbass for not fixing a dent in her armor correctly.

She was an asshole, a bully, whatever, and she was also the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. But, thank the Gods you became close friends with her brother Matty, and then Carrie, and then you practically knew everyone in the Ares cabin like your own siblings.

Even just friendship with Ares kids is an intense rollercoaster.

They admired your for your deadly skill with a bow, a few of them even openly claiming you were probably the best at camp. They were loyal and fierce, protective, funny and everything you could want in a replacement family. Your mortal parent went down a dark road after your godly parent went back to Olympus, and you had never felt that love that everyone craved.

Clarisse hated you at first, like she does everyone, until one day at the bonfire you were sitting with her and a few of her siblings, the fire was hot and it was never the same. You still remember her eyes on you, feeling intoxicated under the moon. Besides, the nights are made for secrets.

And it became a tradition.

You would look at each other next to the fire, and never speak of it again.

The rest of the time, she was like any friend. That same loyalty, focus, but sometimes you could swear she seemed to look a little longer.

After the arrival of Percy Jackson, Clarisse was especially on edge. She was supposed to be training, but she was instead sulking and ranting to Matty and Carrie.

“And he really thinks he killed that Minotaur? Doesn’t matter. That’s what everyone else thinks.”

“Talking about the new kid?” you ask, sitting on top of the picnic table next to their cabin.

“Oh, yeah,” Carrie mumbles. “Talking all about the new kid.”

Clarisse stops her angry pacing to send her a harsh glare.

“He’s just a baby, Clarisse.”

She slams her hand down on the table next to you, pointing her finger in your face.

“He’s a liar,” she hisses. “I’m gonna make him admit it.”

“Hm, okay,” you say, pressing her foot against her stomach and pushing her back. “And that’s totally logical. But have you considered that he actually killed the Minotaur?”

“I’ll punch you.”

“Oh, you love me, Clarisse,” you smile, sweeping your arms out in a big circle. “I’m the brightest part of your day.”

She glares at you.

Matty coughs to hide a laugh.

“Just ignore him!” you say. “I don’t get why you’re so obsessed over him anyways.”

“I’m not explaining myself to you,” she huffs, stubborn as ever.

“Okay, Clarisse,” you say, drawing out the words.

You miss Carrie and Matty shooting each other looks.

—-

Chiron announces the next capture the flag game later that day, and the next morning you’re heading off to the Ares cabin with your bow and armor in tow.

You walk in. They’re all adjusting their armor, polishing their weapons. A few smile at you and wave, but you head straight towards the back. Clarisse is there, helping some of her younger siblings pick out weapons from the secret weapons stash the Ares kids have curated over the years.

It’s Danny’s first game. He’s only twelve.

She looks up at you for a moment, which is about as much acknowledgment as you’re gonna get. You sit at the end of someone’s empty bed, right next to Danny.

“How you feelin’?” you ask. His face is twisted into a stone cold mask.

“Excited,” he says, like he practiced it in the mirror.

“Well, I’m scared.”

He looks at you and frowns.

“You’re the best archer in camp. Matty says so.”

You shrug. “I may be the best archer, but I’m nowhere near the best fighter.”

He nods, thinking hard like the whole world is suddenly starting to make sense.

“Hey, if I promise to keep a look out for you from the trees- will you watch out for me on the ground?”

He doesn’t need your assurance. He’s a child of Ares, they’re prebuilt with the lust for battle. But you know how to play all of them like a fiddle. They like feeling important, and he’s only twelve. It doesn’t hurt you to give this to him.

You stick out your hand and he grabs it.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Y/N,” Clarisse says. You realize she’s been standing there for a while. “Are you here to distract everyone or for a reason?”

“You know, I would welcome you into my cabin warmly.”

Her face remains stone cold. Danny runs off. Clarisse can be some sort of halfway nice, but rarely, and most of the time everyone just knows her cruel words, her ruthless tactics in battle, and her misleading words and smiles.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“You’re the one who sticks around. No one’s holding you hostage- you can leave.”

“I need a dagger.”

“Oh,” she says, blinking. “Wow, you actually came here for something? What happened to yours?”

“Broke,” you shrug. “The handle fell off. Weird, whatever.”

She hums, looking through the daggers hung on the wall. “This one.”

She hands it to you. It’s similar to your old dagger, except a lot sharper and a lot more sturdy. But it’s the same style you’re used to. You wonder if she knows that or not- Ares kids do notice everything.

But for Clarisse to actually do something like that with intention is rare.

“I like it,” you say. “Thanks!”

She hesitates for a second.

“Keep it.”

You look at her. “I can give it back.”

“I already told you to keep it. Don’t be pathetic and make me reassure you.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you roll your eyes.

—-

Your position on capture the flag is always the same.

Carrie, Matty and Clarisse hunt in the woods on the ground, and you get thrown up into some random tree to shoot arrows at anyone you see.

The idea is, they see the arrow coming from up above and look to the trees, only for Clarisse, Matty and Carrie to ambush them on the ground.

It’s only the third game you’ve employed this tactic, so the blue team is starting to catch on.

After Chiron gives his speech you could probably say yourself, you head over to the three of them, holding your arm out to Matty and the red bandana. He ties it around without saying a word, Carrie reaches over and scolds you for not tying your armor tight enough.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you say. “I’ll live.”

“Yeah,” Carrie snorts. “Because I fixed it.”

“Shush,” Clarisse hisses. She finishes talking to a few more of her siblings, and they take their companies off into the woods. She turns back around. “I have a different plan today.”

Carrie and Matty grin dangerously.

There’s something in between the three of them, some sort of matching glint in their eyes.

“Okay, did I miss something? Why are you guys being so… scary?”

“You’ll see,” Clarisse says, her eyes dark.

Gods, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

—-

The great thing about being up in the trees is you get to see everything.

You get to see the way Clarisse grins while she fights, the way she whips her spear around like it weights nothing, the way sweat forms at her brow- and the way her muscles flex. That’s the best part.

Her arms, her legs, her stomach, every part of Clarisse is just lean and toned muscle.

It makes you want to betray yourself in a way that would permanently embarrass you.

You follow them, of course, even though you have no idea what the hell is happening or what the plan is. There’s a reason she’s not telling you the plan. Why?

When you walk past the woods where you normally hunt, you start getting fidgety.

“Ok, guys, seriously. Tell me what’s going on.”

You realize you’re heading towards the side of the big hill, starting the climb up through the trees and rocks.

Clarisse turns around.

“Stop. Worrying.”

You grit your teeth. “I’m not worried. I’m just confused.”

She sighs, signaling to Carrie and Matty.

“You know,” she mutters. And they leave, so it’s just the two of you.

They spit up, making their way on the farthest two ends, all leading to the same ledge.

She grabs your wrists. “Stop cracking your fingers. It’s annoying, and you’ll hurt ‘em.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

She lets go of one of your wrists, but keeps her tight grip on the other, forcing you to keep pace behind her.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m not going to put you in danger, obviously.” She laughs, as if the idea is ridiculous. “You’re a damn good archer.”

“Oh, my Gods. Did you just compliment me?”

She tenses up, finally realizing she did it.

“D-don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I won’t. It will just be our little secret, won’t it?”

You bite your lip as you smile so you don’t burst out laughing.

“Sure,” she mutters, and you don’t miss the way she stares at your lips. She clears her throat, finally letting go of your wrist. “Percy Jackson-”

“Who’s a baby.”

“-attacked us last night.”

You raise an eyebrow, walking next to her. “Did you attack him first?”

She doesn’t answer that.

“I doubted you would join us. I just didn’t want you to be alone in the woods.”

“Why?”

“Hm, I saw Annabeth as we left the bathrooms. She knows, she knows we’re gonna get revenge so Luke’s gonna go straight for the flag because we’re not in the woods.”

“So you’re just sacrificing the entire game for revenge? Against a 12-year-old?”

“Revenge,” she mutters, thinking over it. “That’s a fun word.”

She smiles, looking at you.

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

—-

The rest of the walk continues in silence, until you can see Carrie and Matty in the distance, both waiting for Clarisse’s signal. She grins.

“Now, why don’t you just stay behind me and draw an arrow, and tell me if anyone’s coming. And when he’s distracted, you’ll sneak around behind him and block him from escaping, hm?”

You look around the forest. “Okay. But, Clarisse-”

She smacks her hand over your face. “I don’t need your morality right now. I just need you to keep those pretty eyes open and be our lookout.”

“Fine,” you hiss as you throw your hand off her mouth.

“Thank you,” she smiles, sarcastically. “Was that so hard?”

You mock her under your breath, but she signals to Carrie and Matty. They all start walking forward, trying for stealth, but your feet make sink into the gravel. He hears them. He sits up.

You don’t know anything about Percy Jackson, except for the fact he supposedly attacked the three musketeers you call your friends and possibly killed a Minotaur.

True to your word, you stay behind Clarisse, watching as she lifts her helmet off, throwing it to the ground.

Her spear sinks into the dirt.

“Flag’s that way,” Percy says. “It’s not here.”

“We know.”

You start walking out from behind her. His eyes flick between all four of you.

“Yeah, glory’s fine.” You can feel her eyes on you. “Revenge is more fun.”

She looks up at her spear, slamming it down, and you hear the familiar crackle as it lights up. Red hot electricity.

She laughs a bit.

He scrambles for his sword and spear, forgoing his helmet. They close him in. You walk around Carrie and behind him. His eyes move between you and Clarisse, but there’s nothing he can do to stop the four of you from surrounding him.

“No maiming. It’s like the one rule.”

His stance isn’t even close to correct.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while,” she fake frets, looking up at her spear. She smiles and looks back at him. “I’ll live.”

Her face twists into a mask of focus and she swings out at him. He manages to dodge her first hit, and block the second with his shield.

She looks at Carrie and Matty. They lunge forward, attacking him together, and he certainly is a demigod- he has a natural talent.

But you can only really focus on the way she lifts her spear back over her head.

She grunts and spins, shocking him, before jabbing forward at his armor, making him fall back over the log he used to be laying on, right at your feet.

“I’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not,” she says, standing over him. “I just want you to admit you’re a fraud. It’d make me feel better. Are you feeling up to that yet?”

The way she holds her spear, the way she says it’ll make her feel better- you miss the way he swings out with his shield, hitting you in the shins.

“Fuck,” you hiss, leaning down to touch your burning leg. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

Percy grunts and takes off running.

“Y/N,” Matty says, a silent question in his concerned voice.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, shaking your leg out.

Clarisse glares at his retreating figure.

“I guess he has a fucking death wish,” she whispers, voice full of a deadly promise.

She grunts and launches herself over the log, Carrie and Matty following. You straighten yourself and take off running after them. You leg does burn, but you still manage to keep pace. Besides, Matty is already far ahead, surprising him and knocking him down from the path, making him tumble through the woods and land on the beach.

Matty and Carrie wave their swords at him from the right. He pants and breathes heavily, backing up, but when he turns around to run- Clarisse is there.

You draw your bow again, out of habit.

The arrows you use aren’t actual arrows of course, but filed down to little circle rocks at the end. They won’t kill you, but they fucking hurt.

You can’t help but giggle as he falls onto his back, scared just by Clarisse being there.

She laughs too, before all three of them launch into an attack.

They push him back, towards you, and you step back with them, waiting for the perfect moment.

But your eyes drift up to Clarisse. She’s hanging back for just a second while Matty and Carrie jab at him. She looks… proud. She looks really fucking proud that you’re laughing at this 12-year-olds misery.

But Clarisse was right. Revenge is fun. And you hate it, but you can’t stop it.

You smile back at her, and it’s like those nights at the bonfire, you know you’ll never speak of it again. It doesn’t matter. Right now, there’s angelic music playing in your head, and you’re watching her. You’re watching her, the sweat on her brow, the way her hands clasp her spear.

Her face twists into something else.

“Y/N!” she shouts, but Carrie and Matty pushed him too far, you didn’t move back enough- distracted by her- and you slam into each other, a tangle of limbs and metal.

He does this awkward sort of flip over you, landing a few feet behind you. You drop your bow in favor of catching yourself, and it gets caught on his shield and dragged along with him.

It’s a blur, you yelp as you go down, Percy groans.

They’re all standing there, tense and watching the way Percy stands up with your bow in his hands. His stance is nowhere near correct, it actually makes you cringe more than your bruised side after the fall.

Why the hell are you the one who keeps getting hurt?

Percy let’s out a breath. “Why don’t we all just walk away and forget this happened?”

“You just made that impossible,” Clarisse hisses.

You just want to get an ice pack on your leg and sit down. You’re tired. You want to boss Clarisse around as payment for bringing you here.

“Okay, okay, just stop. This is stupid, all of you. He’s, like, 12. He didn’t do it on purpose, you’re just attacking him for no reason.” Carrie and Matty look at the ground. Clarisse glares at you.

You turn around and face Percy. “Just go, okay.”

He looks between you and Clarisse.

“O-okay,” he breathes.

You can feel her move, hear her footsteps in the sand, her spear cutting through the wind. She comes around you, and Percy gets scared, so he raises up the bow and let’s it go- pointed straight at her face.

But it never hits her. It hits you, of course, because you have the worst luck in the world.

It hits you right in the chest, and it doesn’t kill you, but Percy is strong and it knocks the wind out of you.

Clarisse throws her spear to the ground and catches you, screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

Gods, this was so stupid. All of it. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he meant to stop her from attacking him. Because Clarisse is bloodthirsty. She cares about no one else but herself.

You were stupid to think she ever did.

But even through all of this, everyone treating you like a rag doll, you stare into Clarisse’s eyes. She’s frozen. She’s watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, she’s watching the way you press your hand into your chest, trying to breathe, she’s looking at the fear in your eyes.

You’re terrified. And Clarisse looks the exact same way you feel.

You mouth her name.

Carrie and Matty are gathered around you, telling you to just breathe, take a breath in, but you can’t.

Clarisse let’s go of you and ignores your hands trying to hold her back, ignores Carrie warning her.

Oh, Gods, you’re in love with her and she’s just your friend, but it all hurts and you just need her right now.

Percy tries to scramble away from what he’s done, but Clarisse grabs him by his shirt and holds him up.

You think she’s actually going to kill him- then the conch sounds.

You all turn around.

The blue team runs to the beach, sticking the red flag into the ground. They all cheer loudly, Luke and Chris at the center of it.

Clarisse throws Percy back down on the ground.

She picks up your bow. Matty helps you stand up, you can breathe now, and you’re really fine. You just couldn’t for a minute. You don’t look at Clarisse, even though you want to.

—-

The four of you end up at the sword practice field, sitting on picnic tables like you did that one day.

Matty touches a few scratches on his arms from where he burst through the woods, scraping himself on something thorny.

Clarisse walks towards a dummy and starts attacking it. She lets all her anger out on it. They didn’t win, and her revenge is incomplete so, its not even worth it. You could have told her that from the beginning, but whatever.

Clarisse can do whatever she wants. She doesn’t listen to you, she doesn’t care about you- not as much as you want her too. Not as much as you care about her.

She’s so wonderfully in her element it makes you want her more. This is where she belongs, in the field in the sun, with her spear in her hands. She belongs here, where she feels closest to her father and farthest away from her responsibilities, from the constant battle it is for her to keep her emotions in check.

Even after a minute of her obliterating the dummy, she seems better. Finally, after another minute, she slows down until she stops.

You don’t stop looking at her until she turns around and looks at you. She breathes out.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.

“Fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

She hums.

“C’mon, Matty,” Carrie says. “Let’s go back to the cabin, I’m thirsty.”

You’re not ready to get up yet, you’re too comfortable here on the bench, it’s too easy to breathe in the valley.

Clarisse flexes, stretching her spear over her head, and you watch her. Of course you watch her. You don’t think you’ll ever just be able to look at her in passing- you’ll always have to focused, you’ve always have to have your eyes totally and completely on her.

Like she’s some book you have to study. Like she’s all you’ve ever wanted to look at.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo,” she mumbles.

You sit up straighter. “I’m not. You’re just flexing dramatically all over the place, of course I’m gonna take notice of it.”

“Okay, sure,” she taunts, and you remember what happened, you remember how you felt when she walked away from you to continue with her revenge.

“I-I’m gonna go back to my cabin.” You don’t wanna be around her, not right now at least. “See you later, Clarisse.”

She stands up immediately. “I’ll walk you.”

“No, thanks, it’s fine.”

“Y/N, you got hurt because of me.” She crouches down and tugs up your pant leg. “How’s your leg? Your side?”

Matty, Carrie and Clarisse too, sometimes, are always touching you and doing things for you. It’s sweet. They aren’t good with the words, but they show you they love you, and that means more than anything else.

If she hadn’t done what she did, if she really cared about you, then you wouldn’t mind her touching you like this. You would love it.

“Clarisse- get off of me,” you shake your leg out, which hurts a bit, but she lets go and stands up.

Her face twists into one of anger, her fists clenched.

“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry you got hurt. I feel really bad about it, so just let me do this for you.”

“It’s not about that,” you mumble, cursing yourself and hoping she doesn’t hear you. Of course she does.

“Then what’s it about?”

You try to turn away, but she clamps her around your wrist and tugs you back towards her.

“What’s it about, Y/N?”

She holds your hand to her chest.

You both know what it’s about.

“Just stop, Clarisse,” but your body betrays you and you make no move to push her away. She notices, of course she notices, and she pulls you closer. “We’ve been dancing around each other for months.”

She blinks and her grip on your wrist loosens.

“And it was fun. It was a fun game, okay, Clarisse. But you can stop playing it now. You showed me today that your care more about yourself then you ever could me. I’m sick of it.” You tug your hand away. “I’m so sick of it, Clarisse.”

She grips you tighter again.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m running around looking like a fool, and you think I care about myself? You think I don’t care about you?”

Your breath is a little shaky again.

“You could have helped me and you chose revenge.”

“For you.”

“What?”

“He slammed his shield into your leg, knocked you over, and then shot you in the chest. Of course I wanted revenge. Not for me, it was about that at first, but then, Gods, did you do something to him?”

You laugh. She smiles, staring at your face like she’s seeing you for the first time.

“Like, he just kept coming after you, I don’t get it. But I… I like you. Like, like you. And I don’t know what that means, but I don’t really care. I just… want you. I want to be near you all the time. And I go crazy when you’re with someone else. I want to touch you all the time, hug you, hold you… I want to kiss you so bad I think I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Fuck is always the first word you think of when you think of her. It used to be because she made you so angry with the secrets, but now it’s just the things the says make you wonder how much more you can fall in love with her.

“Well, I don’t really want you to explode,” you roll your eyes. “That’d be too messy. Besides, I-”

“You’re always such a fucking worrier.”

She plants her hands on your face and presses her lips to yours. You can feel the slight desperateness she won’t say, but she’ll tell you with her body. You can feel everything she won’t show, won’t say. How beautiful you are. How scared she was. How much she wanted you and for how long.

You feel it all just by her lips, and you can’t help but wonder what more she can tell you.

She pulls back and smiles.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”

“I’m the light of your life, Clarisse.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, grabbing you tighter and kissing you again. You grab onto her arms, smiling. You always wondered what he muscles would feel like against you.

There’s only one word to describe the way it feels.

Fuck.

—-

clarisse when she accidentally told y/n she has pretty eyes: PLEASE DONT NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

y/n my ladybug not noticing: 🧍‍♀️

—-

y/n and clarisse just being insane together WDYM YOURE LAUGHING WHEN A KID FALLS OVER STOP

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clarisse: bitch stop WORRYING

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME SHUT UP

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clarisse and y/n both pretending that clarisse giving her a dagger wasnt literally a declaration of love and also clarisse throwing her spear down to catch y/n???? bitch she’s in LOVE

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[lesbianlores]

Quick drabble

Parings: shuriri x reader

Contains: Strap! riri, major overstimulation, praise, punishment, aftercare.

A/N: Little gift for my night owls 🫶🏾 (Shuri doesn’t do much here but watch)

After cumming for the 3rd time tonight Riri still hasn’t came to a halt with her harsh trusts, your hips were bruised and face stained with tears. Shuri watched from a distance in the corner of the room as Ri angrily pounds into your pussy, holding your legs up and far apart from the back of your thighs biting hard on your neck, hard enough to slightly draw blood.

You turn your head towards Shuri with a look on your face that says “Please help.” and a hand reaching out as you call her name.

“Shuri, Shuri!” You cry but Ri quiets your pleading with a hand to your mouth as you grip on her arm as some sort of support. This is hell for you, makes you regret purposefully flirting with that girl at the party just to spite them over a rumor that was spread by press.

Had you handled this maturely by confronting them in the first place instead of believing pathetic people over the internet looking for drama you wouldn’t be here.

“Don’t call for her, she won’t help you. You did this to yourself mama, now take it like a big girl.” She sarcastically motivated you with a cocky smirk on her face, you can tell Shuri felt guilty. She was always more gentle with you during punishments, that’s why they agreed to leave the punishing to Riri. But this is getting out of hand, your eyes and cunt are red from this torture that has gone on for hours.

You cant take anymore, your head is spinning as you cum once again. The safe word is right at the tip of your tongue until you hear Shuri’s voice.

“Riri, I think that’s enough. She looks like she’s about to pass out.” Shuri says getting up to take a closer look at you.

Riri on the other hand can’t even think straight, the volume of her rage overpowers anything else she didn’t even hear what Shuri said. As Shuri predicted your body is slowing becoming limp, too weak to mutter a word as your head glides back, you feel like your body is powering off like a dead phone.

“Ri that’s enough!” Shuri forcefully pushed her back by the arm, your breathing hard as if you just came from a body of water trying to catch your breath. Cum still oozing from your fucked out pussy while you hover your hand over it in pain.

“Shit.” Ri says out of breath.

“Damn, almost killed the girl.” Shuri laughed, getting a chuckle out of the both of you.

“Im sorry ma, cmer let us clean up this mess.” Ri said carefully scoping you off the bed while Shuri starts a bath. “You took it so well f’me, I should’ve went that hard. I’m sorry baby.” she said with sympathy.

“It’s okay my love, I’m sorry for trying to make the two of you jealous. That wasn’t the smartest thing to do.” You said through a crack of your voice with a faint smile, accepting the small peck on your lips Shuri offered before slowly helping Riri with lowering you into the tub.

A/N: I have actual fics in line for uploading guys, please be patient with me 😩.

#riri black panther #riri williams imagine #shuri udaku #shuriri x reader #riri smut #riri wiliams x reader #shuriri smut #shuriri #riri x y/n #riri x f!reader

[mandowifey]

Wine

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol consumption, reader is 21+, established involvement, takes place during Cairo, pet play, spit play(sorta?), grinding, mentions of fluids, genitals, implied sex. Short blurb/drabble.

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Marc liked to let it sit on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing.

It was something you'd seen him do before, with expensive Whiskey. He took a mouthful, paused, then swallowed shortly after. The act took only seconds and had gone unnoticed by you until recently. You had only picked up on it because you had a penchant for staring at his mouth and throat.

"Something on my face?"

You jump, skin flushing as you realize he was speaking to you. Marc turns his head and offers you a thoughtful look, his dark eyes twinkling in the low light. You felt yourself lost in them again, drawn to his gaze and stoic features. This was a man in pain, and you wanted him for it. "Hey, you still with me, kid?" His fingers snap near your face, and you blink again. Cheeks burning, you nod.

"Sorry, just-"

"Staring, like a weirdo."

Silence fills the void. Marc thumbs the opening of the wine bottle, his thick brows pinching as he looks down. "I know you don't care to drink," sighed Spector before he lifted the bottle. "You want a sip?" He spoke casually, flicking his rich, topaz eyes towards you. Once again, you felt lost in his stare and understood briefly how men could be reduced to stone by Medusa's gaze.

"Sure, just a sip, though." You smile, wanting him to see you as more than just a stick in the mud. Stretching your arm towards the bottle, you reach for it only for Marc to pull it towards him. Your hand stops and withdraws as you look at him puzzled.

"I didn't say you could have the bottle. I said you could have a sip." Marc snips, the corner of his mouth tugging into an impish curl. "Come here."

And you come.

On your hands and knees, you crawl to Marc until he's using his free hand to guide you to sit on him. There is a hunger in his eyes that makes heat pool in your guts. "Good girl." He brushes his palm down your back and settles it above your ass. "Open your mouth."

The demand makes you short circuit. Your face was so hot it hurt, and the moisture building between your legs was bordering a flood. Still, you settle on his lap and open your mouth for him. Marc watches you before lifting the bottle of wine. You assume he is going to pour it down your throat, but he instead brings it to his own lips and takes a long swig.

Placing the bottle down when his mouth was full, Marc cups your chin and draws your face closer to his own. With eyes reminiscent of hot chocolate, he presses his lips to yours before opening them further. Wine rushes over your teeth and tongue, burning as it slides down your throat. A whimper rattles in your chest, and his grip on your chin tightens.

As he drained into you, your hips began to cant. Marc meets your ministrations with his own, the two of you grinding together with purpose now. You swallow all he gives and gasp softly when he begins to retract. "Please," you beg, rolling your hips and grinding the swell of his cock between your legs. "Please, give me another." It isn't about the alcohol, it's the desperate need to have him give it to you.

Marc finds it difficult to deny you with your sopping panties dragging across his crotch. He flashes his teeth as he chuckles and lifts the bottle again before drawing another mouthful. This time, you go to him. Your lips press over Marc's before he can even set the bottle down. You're kissing him feverishly, your tongue like a wrench as you part his lips and tilt. Another rush of wine brushes over your tongue and warms you. You're sealed to him, swallowing and mouthing at him, raw with desire.

He grinds up into you, heaving grunts into your eager mouth while your tongues press and roll together. Marc can resist it no longer, and when you finish swallowing, he takes you backward. You squeal against his lips, making him smile as he situates between your legs, having to balance on one hand while the other pulls his shorts down.

The wine masks the taste of him, but that was just fine by you. There were matters much more urgent on your mind.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #moonknight headcanons #moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector fanfiction #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

[starzgaze]

LOVESICK POTENTIAL: sung jinwoo

pairing: yandere!sjw/reader

UNFINISHED incoherent drabble brainrot on yandere!sjw hahaha... this is so unfinished but it fried my brain so badly all i can do is draw this out later because i cant write for long periods of time 😒 also english isn't my first language so this is really ERRR not good also no proofreading we die raw

tw: froth and nothing much

BEFORE THE DUNGEON EVENT:

This era of jinwoo was so cute he looked so squishy I'm biting my bedsheets. This time is the perfect moment where jinwoo gets his reasons on why he's a little cuckoo over [y.name].

Jinwoo always came home covered in bruises and maybe with a dent in his mental health. I mean not only you face life threatening monsters but you also face the words of your fellow hunters that consists of demeaning and degrading your whole existence does horriblewonders to Jinwoo's mental health! After when his mother came out of the picture by falling ill to the Eternal Slumber, Jinwoo had to face the expectations on becoming the breadwinner and help to keep his family a float.

Jinwoo doesn't have ambitions or anything during this time, not when he's too focused on trying to feed Jinah and pay the bills. He's a blank pitiful slate who's being driven by desperation and the promise he made to his mother to take care of his sister. He doesn't have anyone to turn to and he can't tell what he's experiencing to his sister because that'll make her worry for him! Jinwoo doesn't want his sister to flunk her studies because he made her worry for him... so he's basically alone.

Until you come in to the picture. [y.name] one of the few people who saw him as a person instead of some weak pitiful excuse of a hunter. It doesn't really matter how you meet Jinwoo, whether it be through connections, after a dungeon raid, or you randomly meeting him on the street, what matters is how you perceive him as a person and how you turn his miserable world upside down.

When [y.name] entered his life, it felt like a ball of light entered his dim world but not as if [y.name] was extremely energetic or what not. It was more like that [y.name] ignited something within Jinwoo. [y.name] would stop by and talk to Jinwoo, solidifying his self as a person. They would talk about ideals and goals and even encourage Jinwoo to maybe create his own when they found out that he didn't had any of his own. Jinwoo felt so warm inside whenever he'd spent time with [y.name]. He felt so inexplicably happy.

Jinwoo decided that [y.name] is his goal and the driving force of his ambitions.

Jinwoo limped a bit as he walked towards his small apartment he shared with his sister. It was what remained when his mother was sent to the hospital for falling ill. He groaned silently as he clenched his arm that was throbbing in pain. Even after being recently healed by Joohee, he could still feel the pain of his arm being battered to smithereens.

He wondered how many dungeon raids left till he'll perish by the hands of some low ranking monster.

The young man approached his door before suddenly being called out by a familiar voice. Jinwoo turned around and his bleak mood was changed into a more joyful one.

"Jinwoo! I caught 'ya this time!" [y.name] giggled as they skipped over to Jinwoo, a small mischievous smile plastered on their features. Jinwoo chuckled at [y.name]'s words as he admired [y.name]. He wondered what did he do in his life to meet [y.name]

Jinwoo hoped that the next dungeon raid isn't the one where he'll perish by the hands of a monster.

AFTER THE DUNGEON EVENT:

Jinwoo would probably avoid contacting [y.name]. After realizing he has a new opportunity to get stronger. His mental health before wasn't the best, he often thought he was pulling [y.name] back and has this mindset that he didn't deserve any of the kindness he was receiving from anyone especially from [y.name]

But now? he has now the chance to pay them all back by becoming stronger and become someone they can all rely on. So randomly... he'll just disappear from [y.name]'s life randomly. Jinwoo feels horrible but he isn't ready to face [y.name] again but he promises to himself that he'll meet his darling[y.name] soon.

Jinwoo would admire [y.name] from afar and sometimes do this just for the sake of answering to his personal question of: "I wonder how are they doing now?". Jinwoo is aware how much it hurts to [y.name] that he randomly disappeared from their life without a word especially how worried they were for him.

When Jinwoo finally deems he's prepared and worthy enough to face [y.name] he almost forgotten how different he looked when he last met [y.name]. Jinwoo almost scared [y.name] away when a devilishly handsome tall young man approached them with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Thankfully, [y.name] recognized the man from the slightly meek demeanor he showed.

Maybe after a few more meetups and catch ups, [y.name] would notice the many changes on Jinwoo's overall.. being? like aside from the fact he's now built like a sculpture made by the gods, he's more confident and charming?.. Jinwoo of course didn't miss the way how [y.name] would quiet down and stare at Jinwoo, taking note every little different detail on Jinwoo. This fed the hunter's ego and was proud how his hardwork paid off.

While [y.name] was admiring Jinwoo, they didn't notice how Jinwoo added a few of his shadows into [y.name]'s shadow. His love for [y.name] during their absence has doubled a thousand fold and the lengths he'd go for [y.name] is now boundless. Jinwoo's goal of achieving [y.name] might not be impossible anymore if he pushed himself a bit more just like what [y.name] says.

After meeting up with Jinwoo, [y.name] bid the hunter goodbye as they exited the cafe. [y.name] was pleasantly joyful that Jinwoo didn't forgotten about them and met up with them again after a few years but this still didn't made [y.name] pissed off over the fact he basically ghosted them for a few years too!

[y.name] walked down the cold street that was dimly lit up by the lamp posts around the area. They shivered a bit as they tried to warm up their hands by shoving one of them in their trenchcoat's pocket. [y.name] was on their phone when they suddenly bumped into a man by accident.

"ow.. oh? I'm sorry I didn't notice you there I'm really sorr—" [y.name] stammered out as they bowed their head in apology but then they felt a hand pushing them hard enough to be stumble back into a lamp pole, hitting their back pretty hard. The man reached out to [y.name]'s trenchcoat's pocket and pulling out their purse then he ran away with their purse in hand.

"agh! what the- my purse?!" [y.name] yelled as they rubbed their back to ease the throbbing pain as they tried to run after the robber.

Unfortunately for [y.name] he was fast on his feet and after for a while they lost him. [y.name] panted as they decided to not give up yet and looked around the now lightless and eerie street, it seems like the robber ran into a more abandoned side of the city.

[y.name] roamed around the street and would peak occasionally inside of alleyways hoping to catch the man but much to their dismay, they haven't seen any glimpses or hints. They mindlessly walked around, slowly losing hope until they heard a quick shriek then a hard thump from a nearby alleyway. A cold sweat went down their neck as they froze in place... Did something happen?

[y.name]'s eyes narrowed down on the alleyway where they assumed the sound originated from. They contemplated for a bit whether they should check it out before they decided to see what it was, clinging on the possibility it might be their purse. [y.name] slowly peeked their head in the alleyway and immediately gasped at the sight.

The man who stole their purse on floor, wriggling in pain before a dark figure. Froth was coming out of his mouth as dark inky shadows circled around his throat. His ankles looked twisted but in a very unnatural degree that it looked grotesque.[y.name]'s eyes shakily looked at the soon to be a corpse then up to the figure who was holding their purse. They blinked blankly at the figure.. [y.name] recognized him?!

"Jin..woo?..." [y.name] murmured underneath their breath as the figure looked up to see [y.name] who was pretty shaken up. The light finally hits the figure's and it revealed it was indeed Jinwoo... but he had this soulless glint in his eyes that suddenly brighten up at the sight of [y.name]

"ah. [y.name]" He called out as he walked past the struggling man and approached [y.name] who took a step back away from Jinwoo. This made his heart wrench.

"don't. don't move away. it's dangerous at this time, you shouldn't be alone" Jinwoo continued as he was finally in front of a terrified [y.name]

"you shouldve accepted my offer walking you home"

#starz.babblez #solo leveling sung jin woo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #sung jinwoo #sjw #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #sjw x reader #yandere sung jinwoo #yandere sung jin woo #yandere solo leveling #drabble #I'd do a more messed up concept its just.... i cant write.... i can draw it tho 😈 #also feed me too with yandere sjw pls pls pls #this is my contribution to the yandere tag #yandere

[cupoftaae]

HII i'd like to request prompt 11 "give me time, give us time" for kookiee? and if its ok id like to give u a small plot just in case you dont know how to work with this if thats okay 🥺

so the tiny tannie lil ol plot for this wuld be: jk being a bit of a workaholic (very much so.) and y/n is quite tired of it.. note that this is non!idol and married! :D they had a talk and a cool plot twist wuld be how y/n was actualy planning to surprise him abt being pregnant!!!GASPAND THEN KOOKIE NEVER NOTICED THE SYMPTOMS CUZ HES BEEN WORKING TOO MUCH!!! and like yeah she getzz rlly emotionsl

AND IF ITS OK CAN U GIVE LIKE AN AFTERMATH OF THIS? LIKE 1 OR 2 YEARS AWAY FROM THE ARGUMET? hope this isnt too much 😭

Hello!! oh my goodness this is so amazing, no one has given me a plot to write by, this is really cool and I hope that I do a good enough job portraying this for you! Thank you so much for sending this in <3

La La Land (JK drabble request)

warnings- mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of pregnancy, swearing, couple fighting, fluff, kissing (nothing major) I think thats all?

enjoy <3

"I cant tell, is this a positive or negative?"

Your voice was shaky and frail, holding up the test to your phone camera, trying to show your friend.

"blurry, cant see, read the box y/n. instructions are there" Your friend sighed, in her defense, it was late, and you called her out of slumber- but only because you were totally hyped at the sudden realization that you were finally possibly pregnant.

You and Jungkook had not necessarily been trying, nor necessarily avoiding it.

You both wanted kids, but never really specified when. Considering the fact you have now been married for 2 years, and your relatives are up your ass about when it is that you will have a baby, even though its not their business at all.

You wanted this for you, and today might be the day you get what you wished for.

"You just took it, let it sit for a moment"

you nodded at your friends words as you placed the test onto the bathroom sink, moving your hands to rest on your hips as your teeth tugged at your bottom lip in thought.

"whats on your mind, hun?" she asked

"a lot..." you giggled, drawing your eyes back to her. "If I am, I just hope Kook is happy, thats all I want"

"mm his schedule is so busy"

"I know, work always comes first with him, thats why im nervous. Its not like he told me to take birth control or anything, and we have condoms he just refuses to use one" you snicker

She laughs, "well then yeah what did he expect?"

"but hes a head manager at the company he works at, hes spent so much time climbing the ladder to get there, what if this throws him in a loop?"

"y/n....girl...listen to me, he is partially responsible for this, so he needs to be accepting or I will personally come down there and make him accepting"

You laughed at your friend, thankful you had some humor relief out of all the tension.

"and listen, you are in your 30's, its not like you are 20 years old and unmarried, you know?"

"yeah...youre right...im gonna look now, I think its ready"

"okay"

You gently flipped over the test and held it close to your eyes, a faint blue plus sign appeared, making your heart thump so loud it was audible in your ears.

"holy shit, its positive!"

"its positive?" your friends voice shot up 3 octaves

"YES!!!" you jumped around, wishing jungkook was home right now to show him, instead bathing in the moment with your best friend.

"congratulations, y/n, oh my god im so happy for you!!!"

"thank you!" you wiped a few tears, gripping the test almost as if it wouldnt be real if you let it go. "oh jesus this is so....wow!"

"remember what I said, everything will be okay"

You nodded, taking a deep breath

"everything will be okay, yeah....your right."

-

Everything, in fact, was not alright.

It's been 2 weeks since that night you found out you were pregnant, and everytime you think you are ready to tell Jungkook, something happens.

"oh gotta go babe, they are calling me into work"

"too tired to talk tonight honey, i have to get up at 5am"

"not right now baby, maybe tomorrow?"

It never ended, he was in and out the front door constantly.

It was upsetting that the only time youve had to talk with him recently was when you both took a shower a few days ago.

"you look so tired" you frowned, pushing his hair back

"I know...I am"

"you need to sleep more" you kissed his chest, resting against it under the warm water.

He let out a soft laugh, "yeah...when is there time for rest?"

"its okay to take time off, you know? youre a manager, you have more control"

"I just need to prove to everyone that I am capable of handling the position" he insisted

"Obviously you are, they wouldnt-"

"y/n, just dont worry about it....okay?" he squeezed you softly, trying to change the subject and shutting you down, because you wouldnt get it

-

You wanted your husband, you wanted him more than anything, and this feeling only turned to anger as you sat with him at the dinner table one night.

You were now almost 2 months pregnant and still have not told him.

You planned a nice meal to eat, his favorite.

You cooked all the vegetables and spent hours slaving in the hot kitchen making sure everything was up to perfection for him, just for him to come home at 2am with no text in regard to him being late.

"its late, honey, im sorry, we can eat tomorrow"

You stood to your feet before he could leave the room, all of your dishes sitting on the stove, some now cold. "no, we are gonna eat now."

You know he smelled the food, and never did he once acknowledge the fact you made his favorite dish, or thank you for it.

His eyes widened, not used to hearing the sudden tone in your voice.

"please....please just sit" your voice cracked slightly as you watched him slowly walk back to the seat, sinking into it.

"are you mad at me?" he whispered, watching your back as you heated up the food into a plate for him.

"mad..?" you chuckle to yourself, trying to gather your thoughts.

"yeah, mad. are you?"

You took the food out of the microwave and handed it to him, sitting on the other end of the table and looking at him desperatley.

"jungkook...have you noticed anything...different?"

He smiled gently, confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean?"

Your expression softened from hopeful to dissapointment.

"you dont see...you dont feel like anything is different?"

"no?" he half smiled, looking around awkwardly.

You looked down at your plate, teary eyes overcoming you as you tried hard to prevent your breakdown- but its been a long time coming.

"wha-"

"jungkook!" you cry out desperately, leaving him shocked and confused at the odd behavior.

"baby why are you crying? whats going on? what is this?" he panicked

"You!! im crying because of you!!" you stood, covering your face as you felt the embarrassment fall over you.

"what did I do?" he got up and tried to come over to hold you, but you pushed him away.

He let you talk, not knowing how to respond to anything.

"you are never home, Jungkook. I fucking miss my husband, okay? I spent 4 hours in this kitchen, sick as hell, making your favorite dish and I dont get any type of thank you, instead you come home 3 hours late and decide its time to sleep, you reek of alcohol as well" you wipe you tears hastily.

He stood, looking at you as his eyes teared up

"I know work is important, I know it is, But I matter too Jungkook!! We are married, I am your WIFE! im not just the maid and chef here, you know?

"baby I never said any of that-"

"you treat me like one!!" you cry, pacing the room, "see, you still dont even notice anything do you?"

He looked helplessly, "Im sorry, honey, I really am, but I need work-"

"not this much!!" you looked at him sharply, "Ive been home alone these past few weeks, dealing with a certain situation ive been terrified to tell you about all by myself!"

"im here now, tell me! tell me! what is going on and how can I fix this?"

"I just want you, jungkook....One fucking day, one fucking dinner" you gesture to the table "When was the last time we even woke up together and cuddled, or had a fucking cup of coffee and talked? Months...MONTHS!"

"my angel im sorry ive been neglecting you, why didnt you say something to me sooner?"

"I was trying to understand, I was trying sooo hard to put myself in your shoes but damnit, jungkook, I cant hide it anymore" you sobbed, knowing how crazy you looked to him right now. "Its...its not fair!!"

He gently grabbed your arm, leading you towards him, his eyes searching deep into your own.

You sighed, trying to adjust your breathing, "g-give me time, give us time." you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked at him.

"us?"

You swallowed harshly, trying to steady your voice, "im pregnant, Jungkook. I found out weeks ago and since then youve left me home alone with not an ounce of time for me to tell you, which is now resulting in this"

He froze, his eyes softening at you as he tears up, "pregnant? baby..."

"yes!" you step back, "and...and you didnt even notice! I tried leaving clues, I left the test in your bedside nightstand and you never fucking saw it?"

"n-no baby...youre pregnant, oh my god, honey" he brought you back to him, a soft yet sad smile on his face

"Its been all me, im the only one who has to deal with it and its not fair. If you dont have time for me, how the hell are you gonna manage to parent our child?" you glared "I refuse to parent alone, this is a team effort, jungkook. Yes money is important, but I need you, I need you to stop being a manager first and my husband second"

He took a shaky breath, part of him scared to say the wrong thing, "I- I understand honey" he nodded, holding your hands as he cried "fuck- im so sorry" you let him pull you into a tight hug "Im so sorry holy shit...im such a fucking dumbass, how could I not know?" he ran his hand up and down your back, face hidden into your shoulder as you both cried.

"you need to understand, I am serious, things have to change!"

"they will! they will! I'll change right now I promise Im gonna be here for you, for both of you" his hands held your stomach, desperation in his voice "dont leave...." he whispered

"im not going to, jungkook. But you need to stop working so much, I cant do this by myself"

"you dont have to, im here for you, whatever you need, fuck I'll take the rest of the week off for you, just let me hold you" he squeezed you tighter

"I miss you so much" your voice was quiet

"I love you, im so sorry I never noticed, Im so dumb baby....I love you,I love you" he cupped your face and pressed a delicate kiss to your lips, forehead against yours, "thank you for all you do, im an ass for not recognizing any of it"

"I love you too....just please...do it for us...?"

He nods "anything....for you, i'll do fucking anything baby." he kisses you once more as you both gently sway in the kitchen. The tension of the argument still lingering in the air, thick and prominent.

This wasnt a fixed issue, more so a stepping stone to him proving his words.

If he wanted to be a dad, he needed to show you he was ready for it.

--

"he is crying again" you sigh, rubbing your eyes and sitting up to look at the baby monitor.

"I'll get him" jungkook immediately got up and walked down the hall, following the sad cries that led him to your baby's room.

"little man...its 4am...why the tears?"he frowned at his 3 month old who's arms flared around.

the first 2 months of Kaiylin being born, you kept him in your main bedroom at night but you wanted to test out how he would sleep on his own, and so far its not been good.

"you want mama, huh?" he picked him up, holding him close and gently bouncing his knees. He didnt smell, so it wasnt his diaper, and he had just been fed not too long ago, so it was easy for jungkook to know he just missed his mommy and daddy.

He slowly walked into the bedroom, you were about to fall asleep. "oh kai" you frown as your husband places him into the bed between you both, his body facing the smaller ones so he doesnt fall out or move around.

"aw baby" you rub his head softly, "its okay now, shh, shh"

Jungkook gives you an empathetic look, "I know you havent slept im sorry"

You shrug, "i'll nap tomorrow"

"I'll take him into my office, he can sit in his rocker while you nap"

You smile softly kissing your husband, "thanks, baby"

You had to admit, Jungkook has stepped up more than you assumed he would. Hes began to work from home, giving time for not only your little family, but especially you and him.

He has been such a help with everything, from watching Kai during the night, to cooking and cleaning for you, its been 100% teamwork since you gave birth and you couldnt thank him enough for it all,

Things were finally starting to even out and you could not have been happier, the man you married in the first place was returned back to you, in the form of a loving father.

"hes sleeping again, look" jungkook whispered

Your eyes darted to the newborn in between you and your husband, you slightly giggled, "poor thing"

"co-sleeping just works I guess" he smiled, leaning over to kiss you gently, "go back to sleep honey, ill watch him for a bit, its okay."

"I love you, thank you..." you looked at him

"I love you too sweetheart"

-

a/n- ahh! I really hope this is what you wanted, it was fun to write and follow the prompt. Thanks again for sending this in! -Nini

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook drabble #bts fluff

[belltari]

a/n: okay so like my head is full of thoughts of them that need to be put out in some way and since i cant put the time in to drawing rn i offer some horny writing instead. and maybe if people enjoy it i can write some more? maybe share some of the drabbles i have written and maybe some for the cowboy au?

"Lemme take care of you" Johnny breathes into Simon's ear.

Simon smirks as he leans back in his chair, spreading his legs farther apart and resting an elbow on the armrest, propping up his chin with his thumb and resting his forefinger on his scared cheekbone. "Alright Sargent, let's hear it."

Johnny steps in between Simon's legs and grips both armrests, caging Simon in, he licks his upper lip and leans into Simon's neck. He places a tender kiss on a scar there, Simon told him it was a bullet graze early in his career, a 'near miss' he always jokes. Johnny trails kisses up to his ear, "lemme strip off this rig" he slides his hand under the shoulder strap and pulls, bringing Simon closer to him. "Let me lay you doon on that cot," he motions his head to the bed in the corner of the room.

"Oh? A moldy mattress? Very romantic." Simon remarks. "'Fraid it's the best I can do on such short notice." He smiles into the shell of his ear. "Unless you'd prefer the chair?"

"Dunno, you tell me. Which one lets you 'take care of me' better, hm?" Simon reaches for the harness firmly strapped to Johnny's thighs, pulling as he hooks his fingers around them.

Johnny pulls Simon's hands away "Hands off LT. This is about you." He lifts his left leg, placing his knee on the edge of the chair, resting right up against Simon's crotch. He can feel Simon against this thigh. Johnny leans away, standing tall over him, he grips Simon's hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him to look up at him. He pushes his knee into Simon, griping his hair tighter.

Simon lets out a deep groan.

Johnny bites his lower lip smiling down at him.

"Like what you see, Johnny?"

"Aye. Like what I'm hearin' too." He leans to place a gentle kiss on Simon's lips. Only Simon beats him to it, he desperately reaches up to grip the back of Johnny's neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. Johnny deepens the kiss by gripping both straps of Simon's rig, only after both their lungs are burning does he pull away.

"I thought snipers were supposed to be patient?" He teases.

"I am. But not when what I want is right here in front of me."

#i live for flirty banter #ghost is a giant tease and no one can tell me otherwise #if your read the first thing i wrote i bet you can tell i like ghost manspreading when he sits #i definitely want to draw the opening scene #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #bell writes

[hoshologies]

Seems like you got more markfs coming your way🤭

can i request mark+ice play? (i know you have written 2 mark drabbles+1 wip but please don’t get tired of writing for mark LMAO)

LMAO we'll see how my adhd deals w the influx of markfs asking me to write abt him, but i'm praying i don't burn out on him bc my life would be hell if i did fr

⌗ now playing ... bad idea, moonbin and sanha

warnings afab!reader (no gendered nicknames), ice play, mark being a lil sadistic

you're not quite sure where mark got the idea from, what part of his psyche conjured it up and convinced him to try it just once. when he'd pitched the idea of temperature play, you'd tentatively gotten behind it; it sounded interesting at the very least and with mark, you were willing to give anything a shot within reason.

so here you are, on a saturday night, the only one bare to the room. your clothes are discarded somewhere on his bedroom floor (you care not, of course) and you're sprawled on his bed, head canting back against his pillows. mark himself is settled between your legs, fully clothed, and dragging an ice cube up and down the skin he has access to (which is, for all intents and purposes, all of it).

"stop squirming," he says, pinching at your inner thigh and drawing a whine out of you. when he glances up at you, his eyes are darker than normal, predatory in a way that he saves just for you, for moments like this.

either way, you're trying to stay still for him (you want to be good, after all), but you're not used to the chill of the ice against your skin. and you suppose that is the point of this whole experience, but still, your muscles can't help but tense up and pull away from the near unbearable cold. you will yourself to calm down, mumbling a reedy m'sorry, mark, which earns you a soft kiss to soothe the place he pinched you.

but before you can settle yourself, brace for the next touch of the ice, but it doesn't come where you expect it. up until this second, mark has been keeping it to your legs and your navel, relishing in the way your body reacted to the sudden cold; that's where you expect it to stay.

instead, he presses it right over your folds, draws it over your clit, along every sensitive part of you. you can't help but squeal, shift your hips to get away from it, crying out a it's cold, markie, but his free hand holds you down, the ice cube chasing after you.

in some twisted way, the biting cold feels so good, has white heat rushing through you. and even though you're whining, mark watches how your pussy clenches around nothing, how your slick seeps from it and coats his dark duvet. his hot breath soothes the chill, tongue lathing over you to get your skin hot again, just to bring the ice back.

when he offers you a reprieve ("you just gotta tell me if you want me to stop"), but in that same twisted way, now that you've started, you don't want him to stop. it's all too exquisite, the way he licks away the burning cold, driving you towards that precipice you so desire. you tell him to keep going until the ice is melted. and he so readily complies.

© hoshologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

#mark lee smut #mark lee x reader #mark smut #mark x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct x reader #kpop smut #kpop x reader #writing.fic

[4pfsukuna]

Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day so far! I love this asexual!reader x jjk series. Every one of them has been fire!! Could you do asexual!black!reader x Choso perchance pls if you’ve got the time? Anything fluffy or maybe even a meet-cute. Would love to hear your thoughts/drabble. Thank you for all the works so far!!!! 💫

Girl dont make me cry! Also sorry this took 150years and its not my best work so if you want another one let me know😭😭

Drabbles to headcannon ft. Choso kamo

Sketching out the park in the yard of the apartment conplex you live in you sigh frustratedly tearing yet another page out the book.

“You must like trees” a tiny voice says next to you and you notice its one of your neighbors the energetic little boy with pink hair who youve swear youve seen kick through concrete.

“I just cant find the right color” you pout and his eyes widen at all the color pencils you have.

“My brothers good at coloring, he stays in the lines real good. We can ask him” he grins looking behind you and you see a stressed looking man nearly running toward you. His eyes soften when he sees you.

“Cho! She needs help coloring” the tiny boy beams unphased by his brothers distressed state.

Theres large amounts of cursed energy coming from you but you dont seem to be a threat.

“Yuji what did i tell you about running off” he huffs out his robes moving as swiftly as he does. Yujis eyes get watery and his bottom lip trembles.

“But oni-chan” he whines and chosos face instantly softens and you think the soft spot he has for his little brother is adoreable. He somehow convinces his brother to color your trees and you notice he isnt half bad.

“Your struggling because your using one shade of red for the leaves when it should be three to capture how they fade into brown” he points out which you arent too happy to receive.

What? Youre an artist and youre sensitive about your work. You make an excuse to leave shortly after and head back to your apartment.

A few days later you hear a soft knock on your door and to your suprise find Choso and little yuji who smiles brightly at you.

“Oni-chann bought you colored pencils! Its the expensive ones” yuji beams excitedly holding up the gift bag and Choso jaw drops looking at his brother.

“Actually he seen a coloring book he wanted to get you…and i noticed i may have offended you the other night so its a peace offering” he speaks and you notice the marking on his nose you want to ask questions but it’s rude.

Your living room had been transformed into a art studio with paintings, paint, blank canvases pencils and loose sketches floating around and Yuji can help his self as he runs in looking over each piece. Choso is ready to apologize but you instead walk over to yuji explaining all the different artworks and hes shocked at the way he holds onto every word you say.

Its something about the way youre so good with yuji that makes something in him stir not sexual but its like he’s seeing you for the first time. 

Yuji comes over every day after school… which means Choso comes over every day.

You start learning how he’s basically good at every thing cooking, drawing, playing instruments, origamii, baking, it actually pissed you off sometimes it was becoming a game of “anything you can do i can do better and make yours look useless” And you were losing.

It’s when he begins coming over without yuji that you enjoy spending time with him and you notice he’s alot more relaxed the pressure to be the best is gone.

He’s only trying to be the best to impress his little brother.

He enjoys doing little things to make life easier for you, taking out the trash, helping with dishes even keeps your company on wash day. It’s the day he collapses from exhaustion on your couch that you realizes he’s such a people pleaser for people he cares about.

And touch deprived. He falls apart when you place a hand on his forehead dark eyes void of anything just enjoying your proximity.

His favorite place is your lap where he lays his head and closes his eyes as you massage his scalp running your fingers through it, his 2 signature buns long gone.

It’s when you hear his soft snores that you turn down the t.v and set an alarm for when you have to get Yuji from school.

Choso never pressures you into anything sexual or even talks about it, why?

Hes our asexual king!

He’s happy with the quality time and returned acts of service the two of you give another. He gets his fill from watching you and yuji interact. He gets his fill when you see the tiredness in his baggy eyes and pat your lap for him to lay down. 

He gets his fill when you ramble about your day and coworkers and the latest telfar Bag drop. He LOVESSSS going to the hair supply store and when you let him smell the hair products.

He knows better than to use it because he looked up hair type when you went on a rant about your hair having 2 different hair types.

He closed the window when it began talking about weave because you said you didn’t wear that and that yes your hair grew 36 inches over night and changed texture (you still giggle to yourself about it because he was either so gullible or too polite to ask)

Purposely leaves his hair ties so he has a reason to come back, though between Yuji and his great cooking skills he was always welcomed.

#choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x black!reader #choso jjk #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x y/n #choso x you #choso x female reader #jjk x black!reader #choso headcanons

[ruins-and-rewritez]

DAY 6: HEART

The cobbled streets of Kerch's capitol city were quiet-ish in the earlier light of the dawn. Revelers from the previous night of activities on 5th howled and shouted drunken praise of some nonsense or other as they stumbled toward their lodgings. Messengers from other parts of the city scrambled quickly in between the few roving carriages in a weak attempt to trek the streets of the barrel before falling victim to any number of criminals.

Matthias walked unencumbered by such a fear. He didn't trust anyone in the vicinity as far as he could throw them, but being in the presence of Barrel royalty afford him some kind of security.

Matthias was not particulary fond of having breakfast (or any other meal for that matter) with Kaz Brekker, but Nina for unknown reasons actually seemed to like spending time with the bastard. Or, more specifically his "non"- girlfriend.

It was understandable, Matthias liked Inej in his own sort of quiet way. She was nothing like her silent, brooding conterpart, she for example, actually had morals and common sense.

The four them walked along slowly, with the sort of sluggishness that comes when you haven't drank you first cup of coffee yet. Brekker leading them to some hole-in-the-wall resturant that would allow the some sense of privacy.

That was the trouble associating with gang members, you couldn't go anywhere too high profile without some fraternity of spies hovering around you trying to plot your demise.

They rounded another corner, walked no more then ten feet before another sharp left into an alley ending in a sensible oak doorway.

Kaz opened the door and waited for the girls to enter before, pettily, in Matthias' opinion, he let go of it to walk in himself. Matthias let out a sigh making a grab for the edge of it before it swung closed.

It wasn't a large place by any means, the dining area could probably fit maybe twenty people. But it was clean and snug and the aromas drifting from the kitchen made his stomach rumble quietly.

A man approached asking about seating and whether or not anyone else would be joining them. Nina answered in that normal self assured manner of hers in a quirk that would have made him smile if wasn't so tired.

They were lead to a booth in the back, that Matthias appreciated because then at least if he fell asleep none of the other costumers (a whole three people) could judge him.

He scooted into the left side of the booth, Nina close behind, then he watched, weary, Inej and Kaz enter the other. Nina snuggled close to his side, resting her head lightly on his shoulder. He leaned in to supress his small smile against the crown of her head. This was something he would never quite grow use to.

Matthias made himself comfortable, reaching out for a glass of waiter had brought as soon as they'd seated themselves. He thanked Nina as she passed him the small breakfast menu and began browsing the choices.

Nina put down her menu almost as soon as she'd picked it up, as if she'd only been checking for something she'd already decided on, on the way there. Inej and Kaz took a few minutes, Kaz looking like he was calculating the pros and cons of each item against their worth in Kruge, Inej merely appearing as though she couldn't decide. Matthias let his flicker of the still strange Kerch alphabet before deciding it would just be easier to order the same as Nina. (He had a habit of losing his appetite around Brekker anyway)

The waiter returned taking their orders in a neat, measured tone before informing them of their call number that would alert them to the readiness of their meals that they could recieve at the counter in the front.

Kaz asked, surprisingly polite that a pot of coffee be brought to the table. The waiter nodded and scurried back to the kitchen to relay the request to the other staff members before hurrying back to seat a new pair of arrivals.

Matthias watched silently as Nina and Inej chatted quitely, exchanging adventures at sea and tiffs someone (Nina) had iniated in both Fjerda and Ravka. Then his eyes drifted to Brekker.

He'd barely spoken all morning, he rarely did until he'd had at least some caffine but he seemed unusually quiet today. Matthias saw the way the other man gazed toward Inej, he doubted anyone missed such a look, but it seemed to grow more longing each time he and Nina returned.

His attention broke at the calling of their number (7) from the counter, he moved to rise but Nina pushed him back down and pecked his cheek before getting up herself. She crooked a commanding finger at Kaz and stood unwithering under his glare until he got to his feet.

"Be right back."

Inej waited until they were positioned at the counter arguing with the kitchen staff about what he didn't know, to speak up.

"It's nice," he looked over at her, "the way you two are together."

Matthias felt his heart skip at the mention of him and Nina, he still didn't really believe it all wasn't a dream.

"It is." He felt hesitant before continuing, "You and Brekker could be that way. We all know how you feel about one another."

Inej followed his gaze to where Nina and Kaz had transitioned from arguing with the unfortunate members of the kitchen to argue with one another. They really did act like siblings sometimes.

"We...we aren't there yet. We still have some things to work on first. You shouldn't be with someone unless you're certain you're ready, and I don't know that I am...not yet."

Matthias nodded. He understood the hesitation between the two of them, both had lost much and they still had some healing to do first, but still.

"It must hurt to want but to know your better apart for now."

Inej gave him a weak grin, "yes but it is for the best."

"He will wait for you. I may not know him well but he will. His heart calls to yours."

The smile that graced her features was utterly authentic, "Sirds ir bulta. Tas prasa mērķi nolaisties patiesi. *1 As mine does to his."

The pair quieted as their friends approached, arms laden with food.

"How hard do you think it is to make a simple pot of coffee Kaz?"

"Bold words from someone who can't even make a glass of water."

"At least know how to make a glass of water."

The two of them continued bickering back and forth until Nina gave up so she could eat her breakfast. Kaz despite having won by forfeit seemed moody, but seemed much more content when Inej prodded him gently with a cup of coffee.

Though their intimate interactions were certainly limited each one felt weighted, a delicate tower of brick that had the potential to be inspiring.

Matthias couldn't help looking at Nina and feel at peace knowing he could rest easily knowing she held his own heart.

~~~~

*1 Latvian translation of the line "The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true." From Six of Crows

I wanted to use Romani but the internet wouldn't cooperate so I improvised

And for those you wondering where our two remaining Crows are out, they're at the Van Eck country house visting Alys and Wylan's little sister for the week

#six of crows duology #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #ficlet #crowtober2023 #i cant draw so here have a drabble instead #day 6: heart #rarzo #ruinwrites

[muzzlemouths]

Youtube has been recommending me "x song playing in empty/abandoned mall" videos pretty regularly and every time I watch one I cant help but think of your Dead Mall Dare boys 🥺

Oh the sheer number of those that I watch on a weekly basis... I am shaking your hand 🤝 They were (and continue to be) a pretty substantial influence for the au lol

One in particular - Billy Joel's 'Piano Man' - stands out. I actually wrote a short DMD: Golden Years drabble to this particular video! It never got posted (I think I just forgot about it), but you might as well have it now!

DMD: Golden Years // Sun & Moon centric // Wordcount: 1125

It’s a warm and pleasant summer day, just like any other, blithely mundane. There’s a sale on all household items that will go for another week still, an empty showing for the newest mixer model, and a line up for that year’s finest in fashion. The petunias stretch from their baskets in stunning full bloom.

There is no one around to see them.

The shelves are restocked, the tiling mopped and shined, and the counters dusted. No more than a handful of days after Superstar Shopping Center shut its doors for good and, against all odds, the mascots have already run out of things to do.

Sun sprawls woefully across a chamber loveseat, stomach to the cushions and an arm hung over the side, his other angled beneath his chin, thinking of everything and nothing in particular.

A short distance above, Moon’s back drapes across the same couch’s spine. He lazily tosses a ball from the arcade’s claw machine into the air, catches it, and casts it upward once more. Throw, catch. Throw, catch. Throw, catch. Throw–

“Hey, Moon?”

“Mh?”

“Do you…” A pause, his rays retracting where he lays his head against his shoulder, “do you think we’re being punished?”

Catch. Moon’s neck cranes to look at him better. “What makes you say that?”

“It’s just–” he sighs, turning onto his back now, “What if the manager never changes his mind? What if–” another pause, and he draws this one out with bated breath, “what if it’s not temporary, and the doors never open again? No more customers, no more sales, just an empty mall?” His frown deepens, “I don’t know what I’d do.”

The ball flies again, Moon’s gaze returned upward, “I didn’t know you hated spending time with me that much.”

“Moon, I’m serious!”

“So am I,” he says. The ball lands soundly in his palm. He tosses it again. “Besides, punishments happen when you do something wrong, and you’re physically incapable of that.”

“You know that’s not true–”

“You hate upsetting the customers. You cried when you had to break it to someone that a jacket went out of stock.”

“It was their dream jacket!” He defends, hoisting themselves up to their elbows, now, “That’s not the point, Moon. I really mean it.” He catches Moon by the corner of his eye and allows his rays to sink inward almost completely, “None of this would have happened if I hadn’t–”

“Hey,” Moon rapidly brings himself to straddle the couch, missing the ball completely, it drops to the side of the couch and bounces out of sight, “none of that. You did nothing wrong, okay?”

“But–”

“It was me who acted out, and if this is a punishment then it’s mine and mine alone, got it?”

Sun brings his knees to his chest, arms winding around them. “You were only defending me,” he whispers, “does that not make it my fault, even a little?”

“No,” Moon answers. His right leg swings over the spine of the couch to join the other, offering him a better position to reach for Sun, whose cheek he cradles in the palm of his hand, “It wasn’t - and isn’t your fault,” he promises, “not even a little.”

It’s obvious that he isn’t convinced, but Sun doesn’t argue. Instead, he brings his hand to brace over Moon’s and leans into the touch with the beginnings of a smile. “I hope you’re right,” he says, “I really do.”

“I’m always right,” Moon answers, and that, at last, gets a chuckle out of the other. “Now come on, quit moping. Why don’t we find something else to do besides lay around all day.”

“Alright,” Sun nods around a sniffle, “like what?”

Moon’s hand draws away and instead braces against the couch, then he drops down to the cushions on Sun’s other side. “Well, cleaning is out of the picture. How about we sort the tags?”

“No, we already did that yesterday,” Sun answers.

“We could rearrange the clothes? Put children’s attire in the men’s section.”

“I’d never!” He jabs Moon with an elbow, his smile returning in full, now.

Moon’s smile grows, too. “Well, what do you want to do?”

Sun places a finger at his lip, his tongue sticking out by the tip in hard thought, “Let’s see, we cooooooould…” but he comes up empty. Not yet broken of their customer service habits, they’ve quickly run out of ideas that don’t sound outright taboo.

He doesn’t need to think for long. The mall’s speakers cut to static for a brief moment before Billy Joel’s Piano Man begins to play, and instantly, Sun knows what he wants to do.

“Sing with me!” he beams with a grin.

“What?”

Already, Sun is up and moving, taking Moon’s hand in his and forcibly dragging him off of the couch and across the mall’s atrium. Just off-center is the mall’s grand runway stage - formerly used for shows and events - it now stands empty and prime for the taking.

He abandons Moon at the foot of the stage and climbs the stairs two at a time, taking hold of the microphone stand just in time to belt out the lyrics.

"Son can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes!“

Moon rests his arms against the edge of the stage and watches with a barely contained chuckle, eyes bright with something fond, and he waves Sun away when the other gestures for him. “You know I’m not much of a singer,” he says to Sun’s pout, and then turns, looking to the right of the stage, “what if I back you up instead?”

Back on stage, Sun watches him closely as the lyrics fly by. His smile broadens as Moon situates himself behind the grand piano there.

With a dramatic flourish, Moon throws himself into the song with just as much vigor. He strikes the keys with a natural flow and a passionate expression that brightens the room, a perfect backdrop to Sun’s voice.

“And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say man what are you doin' here?“

Times are changing. The mall stands empty, only an echo left to greet their song, but they aren’t alone. Two cords, two hearts, yet they beat the same. Their melody carries through vacant halls warmed with the blood of stubborn hope.

And isn’t that enough?

“Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright”

#drabbles #thank you for the ask #it made me drag this thing out of my drafts lol #also thinking about how sad they are in this..... #when this is only the first week after the mall's close #they were alone for /fifty years/ after this #:') #DMD: Golden Years

[yennasun]

Helloooo!! I really love your writings, especially the angst and the boxing! Makes me remember that one boxer guy who do silly dances after hitting his opponent and got 1 shot right after.

Your drabbles and journals are so detailed and well thought that i cant get enough of them. The way you write boxing is very amazing too. Who knows, maybe I'm going to start learning anatomy just to draw MT in the way you describe him 😂

Also, do you mind if I request a drabble of.. MT getting turned into his 15 y/o self where he was still in the middle of his creator's whole insanity thing (With lots of trauma and paranoia sauce, please) while living in the same house with the color sticks? Or RGOBYP as they say it.

Or maybe

A drabble where RGOBYP finds a box of cassettes of MT's creator handling MT? Just like yours, MT's Creator likes to abuse, lock him in a room, and objectify him. While the RGOBYP watches cassette!MT gets hits over and over again by cassettes!Creator, he keeps smiling whilst crying, insisting that he does deserves it. Oh yeah, Alan is watching too. I like this one better ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

I'm so sorry if im very hard to understand or my request is too bad 😭😭 i like seeing MT getting wrecked hard and suffering. Hurt comfort characters really hits different.

Thank you in advance and good luck with your drawing/music journey!

Aw thank you so much! I'm always happy to know others appreciate the work I put out even if it isn't always the best.

And I think I'll do both, I start with the first and start writing the second one either later today or sometime tomorrow.

This is actually an Idea I've been playing with for awhile so I only have the gist of what I want, I'm gonna do a bit of free-form writing so here goes.

"Cmon sec, just try it!" Blue pleaded, holding a bottle of blueish liquid out at him.

"Absolutely not blue, last time I took one of you & yellows mystery potions I went through the rest of the day in slow motion!" He said as he swatted blues hand away, nearly launching the bottle to the ground.

"This one's different second, it shouldn't have any adverse effects like the last one..." Yellow interjected

"If I remeber correctly, you said those exact same words to green!" Second pointed at the pair

"Yeeaahhh we did..." the two said in unison, remembering what happened that day.

"But won't you just try it?" Blue begged again

"Not no, but HELL NO!" He yelled turning to the hallway leading to his room.

The two were left in silence for the moment.

"We'll that could've gone better..." Yellow said awkwardly

"Yeah...so how are we gonna do this?" Blue asked, knowing one of them was gonna have to be the test dummy.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Yellow asked.

"Probably the easiest way." Blue Said putting his fist in the palm of his other hand.

Yellow did the same and started the game.

"Rock...paper...sci-"

"Wait!" she was cut off by blue, who was looking into the kitchen.

She looked as well and saw "the tall fruit" going through the fridge, no doubt looking for his umpteenth drink of the day...she saw an idea flicker through blues eyes.

"I think I found our test subject..." he said diabolically

"You really think he'll agree to this? That's cute bluey" she smiled, shaking her head

"He likes alcohol doesn't he...?" Yellow picked up on the plan and sucked a breath in through her teeth

"That's low blue, real low. Even for you..."

"The alternative is one of us taking it...I don't wanna take it, do you?" He tilted his head in question.

"...good point." She said

The two entered the kitchen only to find MT nearing the hallway leading to his room.

"Hey mango!" Blue called out

He didn't answer at first and instead just kept walking.

"Hey mango, buddy! I got something for you!" He called out as the two followed him.

Not even bothering to answer or turn to them, he sped his pace up and closed his door behind him.

MT could hid on the other side of his bed as he hears the Knocks on the door behind him.

"Hey mango, cmon out we wanna show you something" he hears blue say from the other side, among others things.

"Go away just go. Away." He whispered

"So tired of this...go away you assholes..." he whispered as his voice ceased.

He hid behind his bed for a few seconds of silence and thought he was in the clear, until...

"Hey, d'ya lose something back there?" Blue said from behind him, as he'd failed to notice them enter his room.

MT yelled in surprise.

"Yeah I lost peace and quiet!" He yelled as he stood up.

"What do you need, what do you want, can I not just enjoy silence for one day?!"

"Well...me and yellow tried our hand at making some scotch. We know you like this stuff so we thought you'd wanna try" he said offering the bottle to MT.

At the mention of scotch, his whole demeanor had changed.

"Well why didn't you just say so?" He asked snatching the bottle out of his hand.

He uncorked it and brought it up to his nose.

He then took a small sip.

"Taste less like scotch and more like...blueberry. good, I hate the taste of scotch." He inspected the bottle once more

"Well, cheers." He said before downing the entire bottle.

His head drooped down slightly and he held the bottle out for blue to take, but his grip was so light that it slipped out of his jand and shattered on the floor.

"Haah...what was in that stuff..." he said through labored breaths

"What are you talking about? What's happening? Blue is that supposed to be happening?!" Yellow sputtered as her panic rose.

"No it no-shit!" He yelled as MT crumbled to the floor.

The two looked at eachother, looked down to the motionless MT and back at eachother.

Yellow breathed in deep and drew her head up, ready to yell at the top of her lungs.

"SECO-MMMPHH" she was cut off by blue placing a firm hand over her mouth.

"Shut up ypu idiot, seconds gonna fucking murder us if he sees this!" Yellow tried to pry his hand off and the two struggled until the room filled with a blue smoke.

They found the source of the smoke coming from where MT once lie, it completely engulfed leaving him invisible.

The two stood and stared in awe as blue took his hand off yellows mouth.

The smoke cleared and they saw the clothes my was wearing but they were crumpled.

"Oh no...! Did we kill him?!" Yellow began panicking

"Shit shit shit!" Blue began to panic as well.

Until they saw movement from within the heap of clothes.

Out of them stood MT...but they wouldn't have been able to tell otherwise had it not been for his color.

He was short...around the same height as purple!

The clothes that were made for a massive 6'5 frame had fallen off the now 5'7 MT.

The two got a good look at his build.

He was around purples height but was probably heavier than blue, he was small but wide. Not fat, but fit and stocky but despite that, he still held childlike features.

"What the hell...the de-ager was supposed to be mental, not physical..."

"How old do you think he is...?" Yellow asked

"If I had to guess...about 14 or 15...maybe 13." This drew a disgusted huff from yellow

"Some people get all the physical gifts, he already looks like an adult...remember how I looked when I was 14?"

"Yeah, thin as a rail...so not much has changed" Blue laughed before getting hit in the shoulder.

They turned back towards MT, who was snapping his gaze anxiously from blue to yellow.

Yellow approached first, crouching down slightly and putting a hand out.

"Hey buddy...we're not gonna hurt you. Can you talk?" She asked softly

The small figure continued looking at the two nervously.

"I don't think he can speak..." Blue Said, taking a step towards him

The second he inched closer, MT stepped back crossed his arms over his face defensively.

Blue Backed up, then the two decided it was time.

"Second!" They yelled in unison, making MT nearly jump out of his skin and leaving him shaking violently.

"Oh...bad idea..." Yellow said

"Seriously you guys could just come knock on my do- oh you dumb motherfuckers..." second said as he entered the room, rubbing his eyes once he took in the sight.

Normally second would be yelling at the two but this time he just sounded so...done.

"What'd you two do this time?" He asked with a dejected breath

The two blabbered out what happened, letting all their built up panic out in unison, making their respective explanations inaudible.

Second stared at the two in bewilderment for a second before yelling.

"Quiet both of you! What happened?"

"We de-aged MT!" They yelled in unison.

"You've gotta be shitting me..." he rubbed his eyes again.

He looked over the small stick and laughed internally at the sight.

Having to look down to meet eyes with him is the most cursed image my mind could've possibly drawn up...but here we are.

He sighed

"How old is he now?"

"14 or 15" second sputtered at the answer.

"THATS 14?! What were his parents feeding him? he looks heavier than you and twice as fit!" He pointed at blue.

"Dude...ouch!" Blue said at the quip.

Second was always better with kids than everyone else.

He got close to MT, who had his back against the wall with his shoulders perched up tight and stressed.

Once he got close enough, he knelt down in front of him.

"Hey bud, you alright...you hurt at all?" He asked in a soothing voice

Second noticed his hands shaking heavily because of all the yelling, poor kid must be so lost right now.

MT moved his mouth trying to formulate words before just shaking his head.

"Can you talk?" He shook his head again

"Can you understand me?" MT put his hand out flat and swiped side to side

"A little bit?" he nodded his head.

He probably has no idea where he is.

Second thought.

He took little MTs hand and stood up slowly.

"Follow me." He said

He led him out of the room past green and blue, took him down the hall and in the living room.

Red had been in the kitchen and the second she saw MT, wheezed and put a hand over her eyes.

"What'd you do blue?" She asked, laughing.

"Hey it wasn't just me, yellow was in on it."

'Wow, thanks blue you're a real pal..." She passed a disgruntled look to him.

In the meanwhile, second showed little MT around the house and took note at how jumpy he was at all times.

He always briefly glanced at him and the others, as if making sure they weren't going to do anything to him.

He must've hated being around large groups of people, the older version already did.

He took him to purples room and knocked.

"Come in!" He heard purples voice say.

He entered the room and found green in there as well, who was getting ready to say something until his eyes trailed to the smaller figure.

Him and purple stared in shocked silence for what felt like minutes before green pointed at MT and turned to second.

"Is that who I think it is?" He asked quietly.

Second nodded his head.

"Does it have anything to do with what yellow and blue asked us earlier?" Purple cocked a brow.

Second nodded again.

Purple got up and approached MT and he stood behind second.

Second turned to look down on him.

"They're alright...purple won't hurt you." He nudged MT.

The two stood eye to eye, right across from eachother.

It was the strangest sight, purple was so used to having to look up so far they're neck hurt.

Purple reached out and MT flinched back and shoe'd the hand away in fear.

Another strange sight, they were used to MT'S headstrong nature and intense fearlessness that made him a natural leader.

And now he wouldn't even make eye contact with purple.

Purple actually found it quite endearing that there was a time where MT was as afraid as they were.

Without thinking, they took him into a hug...he definitely seemed like he needed it.

Second watched the two embrace, MT looked like he wanted to struggle against them at first but then seemed to welcome it...

"Can he talk...I haven't heard him say anything" Green whispered

"No, I don't think he was taught yet...either that or English isn't his first language but I'm thinking the first one." He shrugged

Over the next couple of hours, purple seemed weirdly interested in spending time with little mango.

Green even asked them about it.

"When we were on his little quest for the staff, I really did feel a connection forming between us. He trusted me and I trusted him, that is, until his desire overcame that connection." Purple sighed.

"Ever since he moved in here though, he's been cold not just to you all, but to me too. I understand why he feels guilty but he doesn't need to torture himself over it, sadly he's just too stubborn to listen to me." Purple looked over to MT, who was stacking plastic cups happily.

"This is my chance to show my affection for him that he's avoided for so long...I just hope when this wears off he understands that I don't hate him...no matter how much he wants me to."

"You're a very weird individual purple, if he'd done to me what he's done to you I'd never forgive him." He stated

"Then why are you playing with him?" Purple smiled at green, who was stacking cups with MT.

"That's because this isn't the mango we know, right now he's still innocent...but I am with you on one thing, I'd like to get to know more about him. Since we already know so little about him, I think it'd be interesting."

They sat and watched MT for awhile longer until a shout echoed through the hall.

"Dinner!" Red shouted

"C'mon" purple said

"We'll eat in here, I'll grab some for the little guy."

Green and purple went out into the kitchen.

Second and blue had made steak and potatoes, a very basic but solid combination like eggs and bacon.

The two grabbed their plates and green grabbed another for MT.

Purple opened the door and MT jumped so bad he knocked the stack of cups over and snapped his gaze to them wide eyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Purple slowed down and showed the plates they had and MT appeared to calm down.

"That was an...odd reaction." Green said slowly

"Yeah...an alarming one too...reminded me of me when my father would come home..."

Green didn't know what to say, he couldn't comfort purple just yet as they had a plate in each hand.

He approached MT slowly and set the plate down in front of him.

He didn't eat right away, instead he watched the others eat.

He fumbled around with the silverware, imitating the motion of cutting with the knife before he plunged his fork into the meat and cut a small slice off.

The very moment he put the piece in his mouth and started chewing, a tear slid down his face.

He didn't sob, shake, sniffle or even grimace. The only thing that gave it away were the tears spilling down his face, aside from that he'd looked completely normal.

Green looked at purple with a "help me" expression, but neither knew what to do.

So they let him enjoy his food in silence, neither commenting on it as MT wiped his face frequently.

Once he'd finished he went to green and wrapped his arms around him, green looked at purple, then back down at MT before returning the gesture.

After purple took the dishes to the sink, yellow came peered her head through the door.

"Hey, we're gonna go sparring you wanna come with?" She asked

"What about him?" Green gestured towards MT

"He doesn't have to do it, he can just watch."

"Alright, but someone has to keep an eye on him." He got up and went to the door, then looked at MT and jerked his head in the direction of the door.

MT got up and followed him, red had brought a basket of fruits and some blankets to lay on the grass.

They all went out to the clearing next to the creek and placed some blocks down to mark the edges of their sparring arena.

First blue and yellow went, then green and blue but green had to check out early after a bad body shot.

Second and yellow went for 3 rounds, since both were high level fighters they needed time to map out eachothers strategy.

After red and blue went, MT got up and watched arena-side.

After the two went for 4 rounds MT pointed at himself, then pointed inside the arena.

"You wanna go in?" Blue asked

MT nodded.

"Yellow, you're feather fisted right? Come in here and humor the little guy" Yellow grumbled at the jab but obliged and jumped in.

The two were given about a minute to stretch and get warmed up, MT was obviously anxious as was Yellow.

She'd sparred MT many times before and none of them had ever gone well for her, but he was younger now and less experienced.

She had to go light, she knew this.

Red range the bell and the two came out of their corners.

And yellow immediately noticed the difference in styles, gone were all his fancy angles and flashy footwork, they'd now been replaced by front-foot aggression that reminded her alot of blue even down to the slight crouch he was in.

However this crouch was different, it was deeper and he kept left arm loose but partially crossed his right hand over his face in a crab-like guard.

Another difference between blue and MT was their approach, whereas blue would stalk forward MT had a noticeable rhythm to his steps.

Despite all this, yellow found it rather easy to catch the smaller stick as he came in. Yellow had accidentally caught him hard a few times but he was surprisingly tough for being only 15.

Even more surprising was his strength, when yellow tried to tie MTs hands up at close range to stifle his punches he always was able to work his arms free and push yellow back by digging the top of his head into her chest and using his lower center of gravity to force her backwards, even if she pushed back she'd only push herself back more.

The second round she still found it easy to get him with her long punches, but she found most of them either grazing him or hitting the top of his head as most of her punches did due to his crouch and how he tucked his chin down.

But now once he worked his arms free he landed to her midsection, these punches had the power of blues body punches but he threw them fluidly and from unpredictable angles.

Once the third started, to her bewilderment, she couldn't hit him at all.

He seemed to know exactly when he punches would come before even she did.

He took everyone by surprise how easily he slipped, bobbed and blocked all her punches while simultaneously closing distance.

His steps were perfectly timed with his defense, and despite yellows best efforts he'd always get close.

At close range he'd use his shorter arms and rough style to manipulate her guard to sneak punches in.

Yellow was notoriously hard to pin down, and MT was treating her style to a roughness she wasn't even used to from blue and red. He pinned her arms back with his elbows, used his cross guard and bobbing and weaving to keep himself safe and he'd pull her arms down or push them up to sneak punches to the body.

The bell sounded to end the third and MT turned around and went back to his corner, yellow walked back noticably grimacing as she held her side.

She had to start getting rough back, otherwise she'd get hurt...

They came out for the 4th and MT was even more aggressive than the last round. Now he seemed to close distance at will but yellow let fly her combinations.

However none would hit, either meeting empty air or being pushed away by his guard.

With her offense stifled, she had to lay against the borders and cover up as MT hammered away at her sides with clubbing hooks.

He finally threw a right hand through her guard and she thought that he used his body shots to set up that punch, only he didn't. He used THAT punch to set up a terrifying left hook to the body that made her entire midsection contort like banana pudding.

She keeled over, clutching her right side and skipped out of the corner before turning and jogging away grimacing with her eyes closed.

MT chased after her, seemingly going for the finish.

He placed his foot perfectly at the end of his sprint to throw a straight left from a southpaw stance but yellow crumbled to the ground holding her side.

MTs punch went right over her and he got over ambitious, tripping and falling over yellow.

Blue jumped in.

"Stop stop that's enough." He waved the match off.

Blue carried yellow out of the arena.

"I think my ribs are broken..." She rasped out

Looking back on it, yellow had already begsn to peice together just how many layers there were to MTs strategy; he use the first few rounds to map out your punch timing and rhythm, then he'd work his footwork and defense around that rhythm.

From there he'd charge his opponent in a straight line, dodging every punch they threw along the way and cut off the arena to force them into corners.

Then he'd begin the process of grinding his opponent down with his brutal but highly technical infighting as well as his grapple tactics.

Yellow had always loved the SCIENCE of fighting, and today made it obvious to her that even at this young age MT had a PHD in violence.

"I wanna go!" Blue said excitedly

"You just want to cuz he'll stand in front of you." Purple yelled out

"Well yeah...but it also looks fun!" He said as he jumped in.

He pointed at MT

"You good?" He asked

MT nodded his head gamely and red sounded the bell.

MT clearly hadn't lost any of the steam he picked up from his session with yellow and pushed forwards, running right into blue.

He actually bumped blue with his shoulder on the way in.

The were head to head, shoulder to shoulder hitting eachother with body shots.

But MT had clearly been in this position before, as he moved his head from each of blues shoulders to make angles for more punches.

Blue had caught MT a few times clean but they didn't seem to phase him, evidenced by his continued aggression.

Now it was seconds turn to be surprised, blue was heavy and knew how to use that weight to his advantage. But MT not only used many of the same stand-up wrestling tactics blue used, but he did them better.

No one was able to hang with blue at close range, let alone overpower and overwhelm him as MT was doing. Blue was actually forced to clinch.

Once they were broken up, MT banged his fists together and got right back to work.

He reminded second of a buzzsaw, only able to move forwards cutting down everything in front of it, he looked invincible. Far from the shy, timid kid that he'd had to coax out of hiding behind him not too long ago.

As the rounds passed blue began to look more weary, he'd taken many body shots and hadn't been able to give many back.

In the 5th rounds MT looked on fire...no literally, there was steam coming off of him.

In the last 30 seconds blue leaned on MT and MT let more body shots fly before following them up with a left hook to the body followed by a left uppercut to the head, which knocked blue backwards off his feet.

Blue held his hand out once he got back up.

"Nah little man, that's enough for me..." he patted MT on the shoulder.

Green went in next and he lasted the longest out of all of them, a full 6 rounds!

At one point he got petty and hit MT in the groin, MT responded by pushing his head up his chest and headbutting green.

"Fair enough." He said in MTs ear.

Over in the clearing, purple observed intently

"His stamina is amazing...and his technique is very refined too...how long has he been doing this?" Purple asked themselves.

Purple was no stranger to being raised to fight, but they'd gotten out of that and thank goodness they did.

That being said, they could spot veteran tactics when they saw them. And they saw lots of them, very odd to see those from a 15 year old boy...

It didn't seem too far out for MT to have been groomed as a fighter for his life, his aptitude and physical traits definitely supported that theory.

Observing more, they found the dead giveaway that they'd been raised to do this.

He got stronger as he fought, and when he got hit. Purple Even saw him flash a smile as he fought here and there.

That's awfull...no wonder he's so jaded...

Second and red had no interest in sparring him, and steam rose off him more and upon closer inspection his veins and eyes glowed and dark orange.

This shocked everyone, especially purple but strangely, it made sense.

When they all battled MT he always had above average strength and toughness, he also seemed very resistant to heat as he was the only one who found the nether heat bearable.

MT submerged himself in the creek, the water bubbled from the heat and he returned holding his arms in pain.

When purple looked them over, they hadn't been burned all the way through but they'd still gotten hit pretty badly. By what, purple wasn't too sure.

They uncorked a healing potion and poured pink liquid on the affected areas, seeing MTs shoulders relax and his hands cease their shaking.

Once MT had processed what happened, he looked up at purple and smiled the brightest, most innocent smile purple had ever seen.

They smiled back gently and took MT back to the blanket the others were sitting sitting on.

Everyone else chatted away and recuperated but eventually MT had given in to his exhaustion.

As MT slept purple and the others couldn't help but noticed how live and vibrant MTs skin was, a far cry from his dull, more sickly appearance.

Evetually, they decided to head back.

Purple opted to carry MT back rather than waking him up, despite how heavy he was.

They brought him to his room and laid him in bed, sliding the blanket over him.

Before they left they snuck one last glance at him, and silently prayed he'd still be like this tomorrow.

Sadly, things wouldn't go purples way as the next morning MT walked to the kitchen rubbing his eyes. The same massive, dull colored sickly sick they were used to.

They resisted the urge to groan in frustration, but MT said something that made purple turn their head.

"Hey purple...do anything happen yesterday?" Purple turned their head to him

"No...why?" They lied

"I just...i had the weirdest dream last night."

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I hope you weren't thinking I WASNT gonna write a fight scene, after all I modeled younger MTs style after my two favorite boxers; bennie briscoe and Joe frazier.

I decided to use more subtle hints at MTs paranoia since I avoided writing this in his perspective.

I also wanted to give MT a lil bit of comfort, I think he deserves it after all I've put him through lol.

I'm gonna do the other prompt just cuz, I'll most likely have it finished sometime tomorrow.

#alan becker #avm #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #ava #avm mt #avm mango #au #usfc #avm blue #avm green #avm purple #avm yellow #avm the second coming #avm red #Drabbles

[sirenswrld]

🌊⌇ WRITING RULES .°

i only write for fem! readers, i know that can be inconvenient for some but i am a cis fem and i, personally, don’t feel comfortable in portraying male or trans readers. i feel like that is something i cant relate to and with that i fear that i might misunderstand the struggles and portray the reader incorrectly. i hope that can be understood! :(

this is a DARK CONTENT blog, please understand that if you do not want to read content that involves and is not limited to: noncon, dubcon, stepcest, incest, oviposition, pregnancy, baby trapping, violence, etc. — if you’re not a fan, do not interact! if you’re not a fan, do not send hate! just block my account or scroll by my post.

i am not responsible for what you consume, i am just a writer, not a parent or someone in power.

truthfully i don’t care if minors interact, there will always be a way for someone under 18 to read content like this. i am not going to fight an losing battle. just be aware of what content you will be consuming. do not send me asks or messages if you’re underage, you can read my content but i draw the line with direct contact with me. i am an adult and its just icky for me, please respect that!

all my posts will be tagged accordingly so again, if you decide to read, that’s a you problem, not mine!

don’t waste your time sending me hate, i have the right to be hateful back. again, you have something called free will, if you read one of my stories and didn’t like it that’s something you should fault yourself with!

please know, though i may speak of these topics in stories, i do not support them in real life. in real life most of those topics are crimes and are horrid — this space is for me to share my insane thoughts, my safe haven, my way to cope. so please understand that this is all fiction, and no one deserves to experience this in real life.

— i don’t typically take requests, my inbox is open for any sort of interaction. you can talk to me about whatever you’d like, you can share your dirty thoughts to me (i like to write drabbles based on them!) but the typical online requests are so 😞. so please!! send me scenarios, drabbles, thoughts instead!

the things i will NOT write about are: pedophilia, racism, scat, heavy violence, etc.

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[kewltie]

bc im limited by how many words can fit in one twt, i have to be selected of not only my word choice but what i choose to focus on instead. like for today's drabble, in my head it would perfectly plays out w katsuki calling out deku, deku at first and then it would change to izuku to highlight his panic. once out of the bath and awake, izuku would also notice how the hinges of the bathroom's door is blown up in katsuki's panic to reach him and after katsuki scolded him for being an idiot for nearly drowning in the tub, izuku wanted to apologize for scaring him but first thought is,,, katsuki's chest is big lol but i cant really fit all of that in one twt so i cut and chose what part i keep to be able to paint a pretty good picture of what i wanted to emphasized in my head -> katsuki's fear and panic that something had happened to izuku and izuku's first thought is bf is v big and hot.

if this was a normal fic, i would flesh out the scene much more and adds in all the details to fully hits all the points i wanted to make but with this being a twitter drabble, i can only draw the outlines out and you guys just have to fill in the rest but hopefully i left enough clues and hints to lead you all to the right direction :P.

#on writing

[pashminalamb]

Oh ew the OF accounts and sex bots are completely getting out of hand. I haven’t been notified of any new followers but I don’t trust tumblr to do so. I’m have to gonna check on that soon 🙄🙄.

And seriously for what reason are people flagging down your works for like 😭😭?? It literally makes no sense??? Some people are so rude and mean and spiteful for no reason like. Do better or screw off unintentionally quoting Ego here I’m sorry that this happened to you, it really sucks.

Ever since break started I’ve been in a kind of limbo. It feels so surreal not having any work to do. I mean I do have basic chores to do today like the laundry and vacuuming and stuff but besides that it’s a free day. I am. Very very very. Temped to start reading the blue lock manga. I know I said I’d wait for the anime to finish but like I need something to do 😭😭. I was starting my first TR reread since the last chapter but I only got in 3 chapters before I started sobbing and I haven’t even gotten to Akkuns first death or met Mikey and Draken for the first time again yet. I’m gonna have to chunk my way through it while sobbing and taking so many breaks because I will seriously never recover from this manga. OH AND I LOVE CHIFUYUS BIRTHDAY ART. Wakui continuing to attest that yes takefuyu are still canon in the reset timeline. It’s such a relief for me because those two are my comfort duo 😭😭😭. I also want to finish Chainsaw Man soon. I stopped at around volume 9 because I’m broke and was reading it at the bookstore and all I can say is that this series is definitely getting a reread cause I love analyzing strange works and concepts. THE MAITAKE COVER ASJKGFJKHFFGGG. The way I screeched when I first saw it like. I love how you worded it, they literally look like royalty together UGH. Suffice to say that yes maitake fans has a field day with the cover of volume 31 😌😌. I cant wait for the inside cover to be revealed. My prediction/demand is that it’s gonna be then as children childhood-friends-to-lovers. But I guess we’ll see.

Anyways. How are you Belle? Doing better I hope? How’s uni? Oh and when does your winter break start? How’s life? Im so happy tumblr is being cooperative now and letting you see my tagged posts 😭😭. Sorry for the constant tagging tho, there’s just so much I wanna share and I see something and I’m like “oh I wanna show this to Belle” you know? Oh and im so glad you liked that Oliver drabble 🥹🥹. I’ve got another one in mind for him but this time it might be a little more ✨spicy✨ so stay tuned 👀👀😌. I hope you have a great day and that the caramel frappuccino tasted great!!! *sending many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Istg- i got followed by accounts from Czechia and Carolina this morning. Alright, I made my pinned post of Gojo's OF account but this is a writing blog; not even an OF promotion blog (╥﹏╥) unless... i draw some stuff

Tumblr decided to not let me post my rant- so here’s what I had to say

I revisited my childhood with watching DBZ... (i knew i said i would start one piece but the gym bro-ness got the better of me and i started watching it) someone please explain why does Goku's voice sound... i don't know how to describe it. i was so shocked about his voice, i was planning on watching the dub instead cause of it *crying* Honestly, Wakui did a really good job with the cover. Even when I was reading mangas online - I was so awed by the covers of the manga and when TR was on its peak here, i saw a lot of spoilers for bonten mikey. I never liked mikey... but this made me change my mind. And they (like every cover character i saw up until the Brahman arc looked like royalty. Even hanma-) I'm doing well! Contemplating to change the blog theme for some reason. It's not gonna be aiku ofc- he gets 0 screen time cause he hasn't come back from italy and i am mad at him with part 1 to ocean hues I'm on my winter break actually and omw back home. Fifa knocked the wind out of me. I feel sad cause Mbappé played really well (and he was sad too when they lost), i literally went to go keep my plate and he scored in 97 seconds of the first goal T.T . But i'm also really happy for Argentina cause its the first time in 36 years since Maradona that they have won the Wc and i cried cause they were crying on the field not to mention the fact that Messi played in their team as well - so it was bittersweet ending but also very well deserved! And yes i am a football head I can't see you in my activity still (maybe your visibility switch is off? i'm not sure) but i do get the number on my activity and that's how ik that you're there (⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ ) I actually don't mind being tagged! and I enjoy the things you have to show me as well ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა (i saw some stuff where you tagged me- i'll be answering those soon, promise i'm not ignoring you ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა ) I. absolutely. loved. the Oliver drabble ˃̵ᴗ˂̵. I still read it btw, cause it is absolutely precious. the deer headrest and the fact he wants to be a good boy made me go (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) did you say spicy 💀 *here lies Isabelle Aiku; beloved wife of Oliver Aiku who is unaware that he is married to her- * Starry you're gonna make me combust from the heat *sending back bear hugs*

*my man is so handsome (>﹏<) and yours is too*

#belle.☏ #.moot🍦: ✨ anon

[natcaptor]

Sometimes I want to create but the only thing I’m good at is writing so I feel this overwhelming pressure to write more than what I have the inspiration for and I get overwhelmed so instead of creating I just sit and feel shitty and cursing the fact that I cant fucking draw because what I want to create would make a perfectly acceptable “doodle” or two panel sketch comic but those concepts don’t exist for writing and a “drabble” for writing is still expected to be like 100+ words.

#and I’m literally just whining on here because I want to feel like I told someone but don’t want to actually complain to real ppl #cause then I’ll feel bad lol #and I could just write it for myself but I am plagued by the feeling that my creative friends are going to start feeling like I don’t #do ‘enough’ because they can draw and write and this is literally all I can do #and I’m not even doing it #and I know they dont think that but that doesn’t make me feel significantly better about the fact that for some reason I can’t figure out #how to do something I love in a way that feels like it’s worth anything #I want so badly to create in a way that is good and finish something and I just never do #I keep starting physical projects that I don’t finish #and every time I think of starting there’s too many steps and I just can’t #I’m so fucking tired #vent post