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musingsofahufflepuff · 18 days

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coffee shop headcanons

mattheo, enzo, theo, blaise, & draco; fluff

a/n: to all my draco people, sorry for the draco slander. also, first time writing about blaise and draco, so they might be ooc, don’t yell at me. this is shamelessly more starbucks focused bc i work there. another lil guy to make up for how long the theo soulmate au is taking ♡

Mattheo

♡ this man is a cold brew guy, whatever delivers the most caffeine the fastest. inject it into his veins if you must.

♡ definitely adds espresso shots to all his drinks, even the cold brew.

♡ energy drink in one hand, coffee in the other.

♡ i’m biased, but i think he’d vibe with a lavender chai when he’s not getting his fix. (if you catch him ordering a dirty chai, mind your business)

Enzo

♡ he’s a “barista’s choice” kinda guy.

♡ he’ll walk up to the cashier and with that charming little smile of his go, “i’ll have whatever your favorite is.”

♡ he frequently gets little heart doodles and stickers added to his cups bc the employees love him.

♡ this boy also loves a seasonal drink and will get his friends to get one with him.

Theo

♡ espresso lover, 100%

♡ however, if the beans are shit, don’t bother.

♡ latte art lover, you can make a little cat drawing on his coffee?? do it, do it rn.

♡ secretly loves a pumpkin spice latte with enzo.

Blaise

♡ iced coffee all the way, no sweeteners bc he likes the taste.

♡ will also drink black brewed coffee, dark roast.

♡ can and has been suckered into getting a seasonal drink with enzo

♡ ofc he doesn’t actually like them, why would you ask him that???

Draco

♡ fucking iced matcha lattes because they’re a bitch to make.

♡ or he’s getting the equivalent of a frappuccino/frozen coffee. (the guys tease him relentlessly for this)

♡ does not like the taste of coffee, so he has to add a ton of milk and sugar to it.

♡ he just prefers tea.

#slytherin boys #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #theodore nott #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #slytherin boys headcanons #mattheo riddle headcanon #theo nott headcanons #enzo berkshire headcanons #blaise zabini headcanons #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy slander #headcanons

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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pumpkin spice

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's a strict black coffee kind of guy until he wasn't.

wc: 720

a/n: i had this idea at 2am and couldn't put it down...so here we are...

"What the fuck is that?" Jake questioned, a grimace on his face as his eyes followed the cold orange colored drink he was passing to you.

Shifting in the passenger seat, you rolled your eyes and happily took it from him. "A pumpkin spice latte. It's the taste of fall," you laughed, taking a small whiff of the spices sprinkled on top of the whipped cream.

"Taste of fall," he repeated mockingly as he took his black coffee from the girl at the window. "Sounds gross." Jake was a strict black coffee kind of man, just like his father and the other Seresin men. Javy sometimes managed to sneak a creamer in when the aviator wasn't looking. He got an iced black coffee in the summer months when he felt adventurous.

You snorted and took a long drink. "Have you even tried it?"

"No," he answered confidently, "And I don't need to try it to know it's gross."

You reached over the console and took his coffee from his free hand and replaced it with yours. "Try it," you insisted.

The blond formed a pouty face, his green eyes narrowed like a stubborn child. "No."

Time to bring out the big guns. "I'll call you the best pilot in the Navy over comms." The way to get Jake Seresin to do anything you want: stroke his ego.

Jake gave you an unimpressed look that could only make you giggle, his strong hand gripping the cup a little tighter. "The things I do for you," he joked. Cautiously, he brought the green straw to his lips and slowly drank.

The coffee hit his tongue and he surprisingly didn't flinch like you were expecting. He looked stone faced at the red light in front of him, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

If Jake learned anything in his thirty plus years of life, he learned to conceal how he felt. He didn't want to admit that the fall drink tasted really fucking good, he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. He doubted it would give him the caffeine he needed for a day of flying, but damn it was enjoyable. He snuck in another sip before pulling away.

"Sorry, baby," he chuckled dryly, handing back the drink as the light turned green. "Black coffee's the only drink for me."

You reluctantly smiled and looked up at one of the jets taking off from base. "Thanks for trying it, honey,” you sighed in defeat.

A couple mornings later, Jake walked into one of the classrooms at Top Gun with two identical cups in his hands. Their warmth soothed his hands on the cold October morning.

You were deep in conversation with Halo and Phoenix when he approached you, handing you your cup. You smiled at the way he wrote your name in black pen, accompanied by a little doodle of your callsign. "Tea? I'm shocked you didn't ask for that pumpkin shit."

"Thanks, Bagman," you smirked, ignoring his comment.

Maverick's lecture seemed to go on for hours, a corner of your notebook covered in doodles and your eyes began to fall heavy. Absentmindedly, you reached for one of the cups that sat in front of you and Jake.

Blowing the steam to cool it down, you brought the lid to your lips. You expected the taste of lemony tasting tea not—pumpkin. Your eyebrows raised at the foreign taste, doing everything in your power not to react and cause a scene.

You pulled back and pressed your lips together as you turned the cup. 'Jake' was written in thick black sharpie along the side. That sly son of a bitch, you thought before a wide shit eating grin broke out on your face.

Setting the cup back down, you nudged the man beside you. "What happened to your coffee, Jakey? It actually tastes like something this morning," you teased in a hushed tone.

Jake tensed up, the grip on his pencil almost enough to break it in half. "Tell no one," he grits.

"I bet your lips taste sweeter now." You weren't going to let him live this down. Not when his cheeks were a beautiful crimson and he looked like he could shut you up with one bruising kiss.

"Sweetheart," he warned.

You looked over at him and winked, "Told you, taste of fall."

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fluff #hangman x reader #hangman x you #top gun #top gun maverick

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wildhosh · 1 year

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svt as baristas

pairing: gender-neutral reader x svt

warnings: obvious mentions of coffee and drinks

wc: ~ 0.7k

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anna’s notes: this was so cute and fun to make, i love picturing them as baristas in my local shop <3

seungcheol

tries to guess what you order every time. you’re known for switching it up each visit. sometimes he bases his guesses on your outfit. “ooo green sweater today, i think you’re feeling matcha!” … or weather “it’s cold you’re ordering a hot cocoa” … or time of year “it’s finals week i’m thinking you want a double shot of espresso!” each guess made with the biggest smile as he leans across the counter to hear your response.

jeonghan

talks shit with you about his coworkers and other regular customers. if you came there to do homework, good try. you’re not getting anything done. you could talk to him for hours and he feels the same. his manager absolutely hates you because when you’re there, he doesn’t focus on making good drinks, or making anything at all, for other customers. your drink is the only one that matters to him.

joshua

you always hit him with the “surprise me” or “what’s good?” and he has the best suggestions that slowly become catered to your tastes based on what you say about the other drinks you’ve tasted. when you finish trying the entire menu he starts working extra hard to make new stuff that you’ll love. “you’ll like this one i mixed up, i promise, it’s good! trust me.”

jun

talks to you way too much while he fixes your drink, he entirely forgets a pivotal part of it. you don’t correct him. you could have ordered a hot tea and recieved an iced americano and you would still drink it with a smile to appease the cute boy across the counter.

hoshi

you tell him you like honeycomb ONE TIME and BAM! it’s the specialty flavor of the month the next month. he smiles when you order it.

wonu

you tell him that you burnt your mouth on a scalding hot coffee one day because you just couldn’t resist drinking it right away and now he makes it early to have it ready and drinkable for you when you get there. it’s cooled off to the perfect temperature by the time he gives it to you.

jihoon

thinks your drink order is absolutely disgusting but he makes it perfect to your liking every time because the smile on your face when you take a sip is better than any coffee snobbery he could muster.

dokyeom

buys you a mug to keep at the shop because he knows that the paper cups they give out get too hot. he doesn’t want you to burn your hands :( he even takes the mug home and washes it in his own dishwasher or sink because he wants to make sure nothing happens to it. the mug would also have some reference to something you love like a cartoon or a book on it :( he’s so cute

mingyu

one time you came into the shop and his coworker started to fix your drink while he was working on someone else’s and he abandons their drink to take over yours. only he knows how to make it right. he’s like “no no no they like extra sugar and light ice” >:(

minghao

when you’re there, he takes extra time on his latte art!!! he’s like: there are other customers in line? no i’m too busy making my favorite person a swan out of their favorite cream. he makes sure to have only the extra prettiest things for you <3

seungkwan

he spilled your drink on you one time and now he’s terrified to hand you your order when it’s ready and avoids looking you in the eye. he always asks someone else to hand it to you. you think you did something wrong but really he’s just beating himself up every day because he ruined your cute sweater that one time :(

vernon

watches you from afar. he doesn’t say much to you but gives you a smile as he makes your drink with extra love, often giving you a larger size than you asked for, and always putting a star or some cute doodle next to your name on your cup.

chan

flirts with you over the counter while you sip your drink. he ALWAYS asks about what you’ve been up to. “how’d you do on that test?” he notices when you switch up your order. “trying something new today are we?”

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astroismypassion · 2 years

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How to spice up your daily routine 🌶

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

This is the second post in my selfcare in astrology series. 🌿🌱

Today we are discussing how you can spice up you your daily routine and how to shake it up based on your 6th house sign.

ARIES OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

❤️eat more red fruits (berries for example) since you might be prone to low iron

❤️renovate your space or one of your rooms

❤️organize a get together, host a dinner/lunch/charcuterie board night after work, school

❤️ get candy, sweets from a candy shop

❤️get yourself a fizzy drink

TAURUS OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🌸 prepare meals and drinks that you will look forward to

🌸 dance your heart out in your room to new music playlist

🌸 go to an actual restaurant and don’t eat lunch at home

🌸 send someone a snack box

🌸 plan comfortable outfits in advance

🌸 draw a picture

🌸 pick flowers or buy flowers

🌸 prepare yourself a smoothie

GEMINI OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

📙 read 3 pages of a physical book

📙 listen to a podcast on your way to school, work

📙cycling

📙 journal or make a scrapbook with memories with your friends

📙 plan a trip or an activity with friends

📙 add herbs to your water

📙 doodle or draw a friend

📙 make personalized gift cards or cards

📙 make lemonade

📙 let yourself be bored, you will find a new passion

CANCER OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🌊 do something nostalgic you’ve done in the past already, but forgot about it (buy your favourite drink, go to your favourite ice cream shop, watch a cartoon, show from childhood)

🌊 get chocolate milk

🌊 make a time capsule box

🌊 give thank you note to a family member

🌊 make a home spa

🌊 tell your close friend to come over and treat them like they are staying at a vacation house

🌊 make hot chocolate or coffee with ice cream if it’s hot outside

LEO OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🦁 get that daily sunlight in

🦁 eat yellow fruits

🦁 do something new in your routine every 2, 3 days (take a new route to school, job, wear new earrings)

🦁 wear gold jewellery

🦁 drink chamomile tea

🦁 declutter your working space

🦁 do artwork with make-up

VIRGO OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🍀 organize a Pinterest vision board

🍀 make a capsule wardrobe

🍀 cycle to work, school

🍀 read a blog post

🍀 read about nutrition, organization, health matters

🍀 organize your beauty, cosmetics drawer

🍀 organize your bills

🍀 learn not say “no” to people around you in your daily life

🍀 make a salad bowl with toasted bread

🍀 buy baked goods from a bakery

🍀 do the thing you wanted to do for a long long time

LIBRA OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

💜 Bake a dessert

💜 make jewellery (like best friend bracelets)

💜 make a key chain

💜 plan a picnic with a friend or a special someone

💜 DIY shell ring dish

💜 share snacks with colleagues

💜 make your nails, feet, skin more pretty

💜 go out for breakfast before work, school

SCORPIO OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

♏️ get coffee from a different coffee shop every day

♏️ make new music playlists

♏️ stand up for someone else

♏️ buy a cake and share it with friends despite not being anyone’s birthday

♏️ treat yourself to a meal in a nice restaurant

♏️ watch a sunrise

♏️ organise your finances and expenses

SAGITTARIUS OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

💛 buy something very little that will make you more motivated, like a new pen, new coffee mug

💛 take a new path to school, job

💛 watch humourous shows, stand-up, photos, memes

💛 travel to a new part of town you haven’t visited before

💛 teach a colleague something new, host a study group, tell a joke

💛 journal about your life philosophy, belief system, current life experiences and add photos

💛 go on a walk by the river, hitchhike and take photographs of nature

💛 make a photo wall of your favourite memories and experiences

💛 hang motivational posters, quotes on the wall or on your table

CAPRICORN OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🦋 work on a side project on your own, so that you have total control over it

🦋 reach fun activity

🦋 take a cold shower

🦋 organize your bills

🦋 buy coffee, tea for co-workers, collegues

🦋 invest in making your home more cozy, like transform it more into a “wooden cottage” vibe

🦋 buy more professional, work, dark academia clothes

🦋 book an Airbnb or save your dream ones

AQUARIUS OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🛸 get drinks after work, school with friends

🛸 share new data, information with colleagues or teach them a new fact, skill, how to do something

🛸 try to connect people who haven’t met before, play the matchmaker

🛸 actually buy a physical copy of a magazine or a newspaper

🛸 make short videos of your weekly life experiences and edit it into a short movie of your life and share it with friends

🛸 start a “genius ideas” notebook

🛸 start recycling more

PISCES OVER THE 6TH HOUSE

🐟 use guided meditation (Goodful on Youtube)

🐟 write letters “Open when you feel content etc.” to yourself, a family member, a friend

🐟 watch an episode of your favourite show

🐟 go to the sauna

🐟 buy a sandwich for someone else

🐟 write a letter to your future self

🐟 go buy yourself an ice cream

🐟 colourcode your wardrobe, pens

🐟 crayon or use watercolours

🐟 soak only your feet in a bubble bath with bath salts

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

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pixelatedraindrops · 2 months

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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taggedmemes · 3 months

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ STREAMS AND SUCH / part one always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'what if we simply posted the child through the window again?'

'it's not a sexy book!'

'you're thinking of the other roger. he's also called roger.'

'you're interacting with that guy's junk at the moment.'

'i've always thought that horses hooves sound like they're saying 'tip-of-the-butt'.'

'to be fair, if i saw a horse i wouldn't try to go up and ride it.'

'ooh, i've got an idea. ow! that's not part of the idea!'

'i'm going to kick him into the sea.'

'you shouldn't put this many corpses - or any corpses really - in the river.'

'i've put him through a lot this week.'

'can't wait to see how i solve this.'

'calm down baby, have a cold green mountain iced tea.'

'thank you silenced pistol, i love you.'

'let's have a coffee about it.'

'well, we're alive. which is more than i can say for him.'

'fuck-a-doodle-dandy!'

'stupid trolley problem!'

'just wondering if i can shoot the door button.'

'so sorry about what happened to you, thank you for the keycard, byeeee!'

'let's just jump over the flame— or not! or not, okay, let's not jump over the flame.'

'am i some form of robot? or was i grown in a vat?'

'that's just a waste of perfectly good gas. or fire.'

'sorry i missed you there. i was calling a video game alien a twat.'

'fuck off, you little bastard.'

'that was horrible! fuck off lads!'

'the important thing is i did not panic.'

'i'm going to hide in a bush.'

'i can handle it mostly, but not while fighting a psychic monster.'

'please stop being homeless!'

'why is a tent inoperative?!'

'that really genuinely tugs my beard.'

'waiting for green tea is my favourite absurdist play.'

'was it while i was joking about service bottom fetish game?'

'i know you caught something. it's all floppy and wet.'

'it's not them i'm worried about. it's the monsters in the bloody deep that i'm concerned with.'

'not too close to the sun, icarus!'

'if we're gonna panic, we may as well panic rich.'

'that feels trans as fuck.'

'this is a lot of wine for just a civilian house.'

'there's a bigger more windmill-y looking windmill over there.'

'what is wrong with you?!'

'that's his swan song? his death throes?'

'i'd use the clock tower to orient myself but it fell down.'

'simply follow the shouting.'

'this pearl necklace is covered in poo.'

'i mean, i don't know. i'm guessing.'

'maybe... maybe a grenade.'

'i'm being outsmarted by a creature with a brain the size of a pea.'

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #memes #starter sentences #rp starters #rpc #starter meme #rp sentences #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #writing prompt #sentence prompts

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i23kazu · 7 months

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— MUTUALS , YOU REMIND ME OF ! ( PART ONE )

@starglitterz you remind me of sleeping under the night sky :') the air is warm with the hum of cicadas.

@chichikoi you remind me of a love letter, with gojo doodles all over. hehehheheheehe.

@kazumist you remind me of walking into a gachapon store! :') there's excitement and also kind of a suspense because you really really want that neko keychain.

@kazucafe you remind me of a bunch of pretty wildflowers! yk, the ones that kazuha picked up for you on his walk.

@dawndelion-winery insanity /j . the thrill of willing a valorant game. and all the 'GG's that come after hehe.

@mccnstruck a sunny, cold day!! one of my ultimate favourite weathers :3 truly a W. sunny enough, but cold enough to not sweat, so everything is comfortable!

@faesther ou its you. you remind me of a shield. always, always a shield. as well as a dove! and xiao.

@haliyamori you. you remind me of a brand new watercolour set. hehe.

@oveloof hmmmmmm... dan heng. also chinese paper 2s HELPP but frfr you remind me of the happy feeling i get when i have enough space to download a game

@vennnnn-diagram HMMMM... lightning, and i'll always associate you with royal purple;;; and mcdonalds bc mcdonald joachim

@heiayen SUNFLOWERS. need i say more? and also hilarious japanese english dubs. ily dont kill me /lh

@tiredsleep kaeya. always and forever kaeya – more recently, gojo :') <3

@intothegenshinworld shiro!!! when i think of you, i think of the character shiro from voltron hehe. lovely to be around. also just. such a sweet person

@versadies YOU. i think of emoji reactions. particularly the fire and bangbang emojis.

@xiaoriae AUNI !!! you remind me of clouds! soft, pretty clouds that seem to watch and follow in your footsteps. hehe

@zhongrin MEIRINNNN. remind me of zhongli. always HAHAHHAA but also tea. you remind me of a cup of pu'er. something to share with your husband? ;)

@rintosei the freminet pfp HELP... that funni freminet pfp with the red cross over it. i hope u get him soon hehe. lovable diver boy with social anxiety. ok but fr, you remind me of bubblegum ice cream TuT

@ryuryuryuyurboat YOU. tulips. always. and a dorayaki. hehe. love u 2 bits kisses u mwah

@moonltwltz BABY !!!!! you remind me of soft pink bows... but with a black fishnet on top of them for your alt/grunge side of you hehe. love youuuuuuu with all my heart

@kyouko-writes hi dear!!! you remind me of lollipops ;)) something sweet and familiar.

@dustofthedailylife HI DUST !! you remind me of one of my favourite teachers previously. a sweet soul & kind human and just ??? so approachable ??? n e ways love u have a gr8 day

@mikacynth HAI MIKA you remind me of xiao and kaeya!!! and also a seashell. very pretty but i dont see you often (halp i think we r just missing each other on dash...) hope ur doing well!!

yayayyay part one is done! its something i've wanted to do for a while now;;;; hope yall like it HAHAHHA AND if you dont think thats you, tell me how you see yourself ;)

#[📍regular broadcast!]#ying's beloveds!#i need a new mutuals tag..

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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MILESTONE 10.0 (masterlist)

Author’s Note: masterlist for MILESTONE 10.0 !! Click here for sfw only. Click here for 18+NSFW only.

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~8,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, mast!bation, oral, overstimulation, spit

~faqs~

frequently ~sips your iced tea, “May I try some?”. Also frequently accidentally finishes it, “Sorry love! I’ll pour you more!” as you glare at him — gulping when you mutter, “That was the last of it.” The silver lining? He’s gotten very good at brewing your iced tea ~just right, because he immediately makes it up to you by beginning another batch.

brings extra mittens, and wears two scarves, with him on winter outings. Regardless of whether your fingers run hot or cold, he will coax you into building a snowman/snow fort with you, and you need hand protection for that! (the second scarf is for the snowman/fort flag)

likes cloud watching with you, albeit he usually falls asleep. “Do you like cloud watching, or do you like naptime?” you grin teasingly as he yawns into his shoulder, snorting when he crosses his arms with a huff, “Obviously cloud watching! Look! It’s a tree!” Following his gaze, your eyebrows scrunch, head shaking, “No way. That’s a lizard.”

has a compliments + gratitude jar that he adds to every so often. You don’t know where he keeps it. All you know is that whenever you’re feeling particularly disappointed, stressed, and/or let down, by the end of the day there’s a note—clearly in his handwriting—on your pillow reminding you that I’m grateful for how you doodle drawings of me when you’re bored (: (he keeps those in another jar); and I adore your sleepy morning stare <3; and You deserve the world! Stop putting up with their bullshit >:(.

kisses you for every coin he finds (on the ground). If he’s alone when he finds one, then he makes sure to kiss you as soon as he’s with you again. When you’d asked him about his ~tradition, he’d shrugged, cheeks warming, “I just don’t want to take anything for granted.”

does his best to commit to a date—morning, noon, or night—a week in advance, weekly. Sometimes it’s a quick lunch, other times an entire day spent together. Whatever the case, his schedule revolves around ensuring he has enough physical time and mental and emotional energy to feel fully involved and present for your dates. He doesn’t neglect his responsibilities for you, per se: it’s more so that you are also a responsibility — that he happily and willingly chooses day after day after day.

whenever you listen to music, he simultaneously complains about how loud it is while absolutely adoring how happy and at ease you are. Similar to riding in a car with someone who’s blasting their favorite song, belting along, and giving zero fucks — it’s as endearing as it is headache inducing. If you attempt to lower the volume, then he immediately huffs and shakes his head, “It may be loud, but your happiness is louder.”

is almost offended that you’re as in love with him as he is with you. Make no mistake! He’s grateful your devotion runs as deeply as his, and appreciates how he can comfortably express just how thorough his affection for you is without fear of judgement or rejection. However, he does occasionally worry that, “Do you feel loved enough?” to which you raise a gentle eyebrow, voice firm yet empathetic, “I do, Zenitsu. I feel as loved as you feel, and I know I love you a lot.”

struggles to imagine anything hotter than you cumming as he bites into your shoulder. In fact, he’s starting to believe there isn’t anything hotter. It’s never a planned action, never a conscious decision, but his mouth on your skin, teeth grazing your goosebumps, cock thrusting erratically up into you as you sit atop his thighs, ankles locked behind his back, chests pressed together — how could he not nip at your clavicle? Lick along your jawline. Whimper into your throat as you clench around him. Muffle his groan with the crook of your neck as you moan lowly, orgasm crawling steadily from the tips of your toes to the lobes of your ears. “Don’t stop,” you demand hoarsely, fingernails digging into his biceps, “Don’t you dare stop.”

coaxes you into watching horror movies with him—in the dark, of course—because nothing beats how ferociously your nails dig into his bicep you nuzzle your nose into his bicep, begging him to Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off! He acquiesces immediately, and makes it up to you by reading aloud various Wikipedia articles about the actors involved (to reassure you that it was, in fact, fake). P.S. Your record is 47 minutes into “Psycho” aka when the ~real action begins.

is happy to spend an evening gaming together. Whether he’s playing with you, playing a different game in the same room as you, or resting his head on your lap as you play solo, he enjoys the comfortable, cozy atmosphere of you in your element (when you’re playing solo, card your fingers through his hair every so often, and he’ll positively fall asleep melt).

as boisterous as he can be, he absolutely respects your preference to ease into social situations. Before agreeing to outings, he makes sure you’ll know others attending as well; and if you don’t, then he makes sure to introduce and brag about you, sit next to you (i.e. restaurants and theaters), and/or check in on you (i.e. house parties and amusement parks).

favorite pastime is playing board games, card games, drawing games, video games—GAMES—with you. He keeps a running score of everything from Monopoly to Scrabble; Egyptian Ratslap to Kaboom; Super Mario Kart to Beat Saber — only the drawing games are a team effort. He’s highkey a sore loser, but also a stubborn loser, and will insist on, “Another round!” until you get annoyed/bored/tired.

maintains a cupboard full of snacks for you. If you even slightly hint at liking something, then he promptly buys a fuckton of that thing, stuffs it in the cupboard, and forgets about it. He’s motivated partially by dreading your hanger, but mostly by how excited and surprised you are whenever you open the cupboard. “Am I the best?” he grunts proudly. “Maybe,” you grin, eyes shining, crinkly bag clutched possessively in your hand, “Ask me after I’ve emptied the bag.”

birthday card doodles are your annual tradition, started because he wouldn’t shut up about how amazing his birthday card was when you first spontaneously doodled on it. Sometimes they’re detailed, other times vague, but he cherishes all of them equally — they’re the only paper he bothers organizing and storing in a plastic binder.

happily attends craft fairs, pop ups, and other artistic ventures with you. In particular, he counts down the days to holiday season, because—beside you—it truly feels like the most wonderful time of the year. He appreciates how thoughtful and resourceful you are, admires how you support local artists and/or home make gifts, and is quite possibly addicted to the bright joy radiating from your touch as you squeal over a new find. Is super proud (and teary eyed) whenever someone brags about something you’ve gifted them.

his favorite holiday activity, however, is Paper Week: a week long event of paper making! You refuse to use store bought wrapping paper, and instead save paper scraps throughout the year to make your own. Paper Week itself starts off juuust before holiday season, and he’s more than content to help. You’ve even discussed beginning an annual pop up, because you always end up with more paper than necessary.

rose petals. Specifically, rose petals sprinkled from the doorway to the bedroom, and on the bed itself. He’s aware of the inconvenience, the extravagance, but can’t get past their romance, their wholeheartedness. Plus, getting to caress the curve of your neck, discovering petals tangled in your hair, brushing a few stuck to your glistening skin, is—he believes—the highest honor. “I swear I’m eating a petal,” you grumble, legs wrapped around his waist, held in place by gentle, strong hands. “You smell beautiful,” is his soft response, cock thrusting in far enough to jostle the cohesion of your thoughts. “You feel beautiful,” as he knocks a low moan from your chest to your parted mouth, leaning forward. “So warm,” hips snapping unexpectedly, cock bullying its way through your slick, pulsing heat, his grip on your thighs tightening as you gasp, pussy clenching. “What was that darling?” he murmurs sweetly — knowingly. “Y-you,” you whimper, addictive throb in your abdomen slowing your tongue, “You feel so g-good.”

holds your hand before crossing the street, because if anything tragic were to occur, then at least he will have been holding your hand. Similarly, he’s mindful of his parting words to you: variations of I love you being his go to. About to hang up on him because you’re angry? He always manages to squeeze in We’ll figure this out. About to fall asleep because he’s exhausted? He never forgets to mumble Sweet dreams. About to be on your way somewhere for some time? He sends you off with Have fun, stay safe.

sponsors a wild tiger with you (has the certificate framed and everything), and participates in annual fundraisers hosted by wild cat sanctuaries. Last Valentine’s Day, he purchased and dedicated a heart (really just a chunk of meat) to you, which was then fed to your favorite leopard. “You’re disturbingly sweet,” you’d giggled, pecking his cheek as you rewatched the Instagram reel of your “heart” being devoured for the nth time, “Thank you so much!”

gifts you a journal for your third anniversary, but it’s already mostly full — mostly full of things you’ve said that made him smile/giggle/laugh. Of course, it isn’t a comprehensive, entirely accurate record, but it includes: inside jokes that you’d inevitably forgotten (until getting to read them again), witty retorts and quips that you’d figured he hadn’t heard (turns out he had), and an obnoxiously long section reserved for your puns-that-are-arguably-too-much-of-a-stretch-to-truly-be-punny.

secretly slips your cat treats throughout the day, because he’s determined to become the Ultimate Pet Dad™. Really though, he’s a teenie, tiny, quite a lot bit jealous of your connection — regardless of how often you reassure him that, “My cat is my cat. My boyfriend is my boyfriend. Now tell me, Obanai: are you my cat or my boyfriend?”

commissions matching shirts for you, himself, and Kaburamura. For Kaburamua: If lost, return to [y/n]. For himself: If lost, return to [y/n]. For you: I’m [y/n]. The only caveat? He refuses to ever actually wear his beyond the vicinity of his/your place.

firmly believes in going down on you first. You’re basically required to cum once, twice, three times (??) before he willingly surfaces from between your thighs, his smug grin smeared with spit, tongue flicking out to ~clean himself (spoiler alert: he’s just desperate for how you taste).

does his best to fall asleep after you — out of affection, protectiveness, and sheer competitiveness. The one time you thought he fell asleep first, he’d actually set an alarm to wake himself up an hour later (he does his best to wake up before you too, because how else is he supposed to take adorable photos of you drooling?).

blushes any and every time you compliment him. From winking playfully at him to outright telling him, “You’re wonderful,” he swears his cheeks are stained a permanent pink (of course, yours are stained too, “Hello lovely sweetheart,” being his favorite way to greet you).

researches elaborate recipes for your Friday date nights — oftentimes ending in spaghetti or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, because turns out preparing puffer fish isn’t fit for a novice chef… Not to mention your neighbor politely ringing your doorbell midway through the evening (they thought something was Seriously wrong, when in fact you were simply screaming as Tanjirou chased you with a spoonful of mystery sauce that, “I promise it’s edible!”).

if you’re comfortable doing so, then he’ll discuss your writing process/fanfics in general with you for however long you desire. He does his best to be an active listener, and playfully demands inspo credit whenever you end up borrowing/using his ideas/musings. In fact, he may or may not run a covert Tumblr to really support you, and cheekily becomes your “☀️ anon”. Of course, if you explicitly express discomfort with him interacting with your online content, then he’ll respect that boundary!

easily entertains ~disturbing conversations with you. From how far you could throw a baby to who could withstand being tortured better, few topics are off limits when it comes to picking each other’s brains. Occasionally, following particularly intense conversations, he’ll check in to ensure everything was taken with a grain of salt: “You know I’d never actually murder you, right? I love you. You’re my person,” and after you reassure him that I know you wouldn’t, Tan. I love you too, “But just for the record, I’d totally murder you before you could murder me.”

has to kiss you goodnight! If he forgets, then he’s visibly upset when he wakes up. “You okay?” you mumble drowsily, his uneasy expression slowly registering. “I forgot to kiss you,” he admits, eyes squeezed shut, fingers crinkling the top sheet, “Did you sleep alright?” With a soft sigh, you smile fondly, scooting closer to his scrunched nose, “I slept fine, Tan,” pecking his warm cheek, “You can always kiss me twice tonight instead.”

“Lovers dance when they’re feeling in love,” might be her favorite lyric, pulse stuttering warmly as she dramatically waltzes you around the kitchen; gaze brimming with devotion as she pretends to drop you; bright laughter spilling across the stovetop, prancing along the overhead light, caressing the flush of your skin; as you squeal loudly, “MITSURI!” Her palm presses firmly against your back, your head inches from the floor, body tilted in an admittedly impressive dip, “Yes, my love?” Melting in your exasperated huff as your face warms, lips so close you can taste the shine of her lipgloss, “You almost dropped me!” Promptly lifting you upright, forehead touching yours with unwavering certainty, “I would never!”

keeps a lonnng list of your book recommendations. Is she a slow(er) reader? Maybe. Does she intend to dwell in all the worlds you’ve visited? To fall in love with all the characters you’ve met? To giggle and sob and yell at pages once cherished by you, now passed on to her? Absolutely.

frequently wakes you up via orgasm. You’re utterly breathtaking—ethereal—in the morning, sunlight skimming your eyelashes, sheets tangled between your legs ~just so, mouth slightly parted in an adorable, sensual manner. “G’morning baby,” she grins cheekily, chin resting on your pelvic bone as you blink unsteadily, thighs trembling, “Feel good?” Cooing proudly when you nod, sleepy fingers curling into her hair as you mumble contently, “Feels great,” your eyes closing again, indulgent moan building in your lungs, “Why’d you stop?” The tip of her tongue flicking happily at your clit, thick murmur hot on your skin, “Don’t worry honey,” trailing wet kisses down your pretty folds, “Was only taking a moment to say hello.”

falls in love with you every time you ramble about your newest endeavor/interest. She’s already truly, madly, deeply in love with you, and getting to experience your: flurried hand gestures (as you open up Google Images to better explain yourself); how your eyes widen and glow whenever she nods (practically combusting if she asks a question); and the way you invite her to join you in your learning (i.e. painting with watercolors, juggling, and basic electrical work) — only cements her conviction that I’m in love with you!

bought you a fuck ton of flowers for MONTHS, because I think you’re cute, let’s go out! except you thought they were just You’re nice flowers. Not to mention, she actually grew them for you (buying ‘em was a lie heh). Turns out, all you needed was a note attached to said flowers, explicitly stating: I think you’re cute, let’s go out! “Why didn’t you ask me out sooner?!” you raise an eyebrow, cheeks warm, aforementioned note clutched between your fingers. “SOONER?!” she yelps, “I’ve been asking for WEEKS?!?!?!”

mirrors! Specifically, mirror seduction. Appreciation. Definitely comes up behind you in the bedroom while you’re staring at your reflection, strong arms resting themselves above your hips, teeth nipping at your nape. “My sexy baby,” with an adorable rasp, “Do you need a second opinion? I’d be happy to check you out,” her palms pressing lightly, lowering, fingertips teasing across your inner thigh. “Mitsuri, I’m getting dressed,” you mumble, head subconsciously tilting backward toward her heat. “Dressed?” she giggles, “I can help you undress,” fingers rubbing slowly, steadily against your crotch, “Undressing would certainly make this feel even better,” her knee nudging—spreading—your legs, smug grin tugging at her lips as you melt into her. “That’s it baby, let me take care of you, yeah? So fucking pretty looking at you like this.”

learns how to cook pho for you — the long way (as in, the broth takes forever). “What’s in this pot?” you sniff curiously, reaching for the lid. “NO!” she shouts, gently catching and restraining your wrist before you ruin your surprise, “IT’S FOOD!” You blink at her, amused glimmer in your eyes, “Food that takes… eight, nine, ten, eleven, noon… over six hours to cook?” She nods firmly, kissing the top of your hand before releasing it, “Please don’t look, or smell, or anything! It’s for you, for dinner.”

isn’t great at playing video games, but has a blast watching you game. Asks a fuckton of questions, researches lore and fanart, and replenishes drinks/snacks throughout the session. If you play online/multi (i.e. League of Legends/Overwatch/Valorant), then she highkey enjoys being on speaker. Maintains good team banter, talks shit like a pro, and gives you all the credit whenever you come in clutch, “Oh that wasn’t me guys — it’s my amazing, wonderful, talented partner playing!”

roleplay! She typically breaks character pretty soon into the scene, but thoroughly appreciates and adores the time and effort put into planning plot and costumes. Really, the costumes are what cause her to break character, because, “Baby, you’re so fucking hot!” jumps from her heart to her mouth before she remembers she’s supposed to be your professor. “Baby?” you feign confusion, back arching subtly to further present your tits, “It’s not too bad in here, actually. I’m not even sweating. Are you feeling okay, professor?” Obvious blush coloring her cheeks, she inhales deeply, stare raking greedily along your frame, “Of course. Thank you for your concern. I don’t know what came over me!” already imagining how delectable you’ll look sitting on her face, clit swollen against the tip of her tongue, thighs muffling her ability to hear your stuttering moans as you grind down eagerly.

destroys you in dodgeball. In fact, that’s how you met: intramural dodgeball at your local YMCA where she precisely and ~viciously hit you square in the face. Technically she was eliminated due to the No Headshots rule, but with how terribly she hid her giggling, you both knew that really she’d won. The fact that she nimbly avoided all your subsequent attempts to headshot her back? #wifey material

is witty and sharp when bantering, and keeps you on your toes with her innocent facade (in reality, she can be absolutely heartless — leaves no crumbs in a dissing battle), BUT immediately rebuts any and all of your attempts to self deprecate. In other words: she’ll laugh her ass off when you stub your toe, poke fun at you for putting on your shirt inside out (which she’ll conveniently remember to mention after you’ve left the house), and noticeably snort as you struggle to read a word on the menu The fuck is Meuniere?; but heaven and hell forbid you ever seriously think less of yourself. “I’m dumb,” countered with You can try again; “I’m fucking ugly,” parried by You mean fucking gorgeous; “Who could ever love me?” immediately debunked I do.

flirts with the baristas at your favorite cafe, but only as a tactic to get extra stamps on your Buy-10-Get-1-Free card. Slips bills into your pocket as she hugs you when she knows you have a long day ahead of you, later texting you Did you find my treat yet? Coffee on me xxoo. Of course, she also tries to help on the other end of the spectrum, discouraging you from drinking caffeine after 5pm, and occasionally threatening to start the next episode of your show — without you: I swear if you brew another pot of coffee, then I’ll watch this weekend’s episode… alone! (obviously, you can still enjoy it separately, but it’s not the same without her snarky, jaded commentary)

isn’t a fan at all of dogs, but tolerates yours because she’s head over heels for you. “tolerates” begins at the raw definition of the word, slowly but surely transitioning to “remembers their name” to “pats their head” to “asks to feed them a treat” to “doesn’t shudder when they lay down beside her”. Winning her affection’s a long term process, but both you and your dog are in it to win it (well, you’ve already won, but your dog’s determined to win too).

drapes herself over your shoulders whenever you play guitar/piano. “Shinobu,” you grunt, not unkindly, “Kind of difficult to move my arms.” With an unconcerned giggle, she kisses the side of your head, fingers dancing across your wrists, “My talented lover, who needs arms to play guitar/piano?” I do you grumble to yourself, resigned to your fate Oh well.

library and museum dates! She’s not a huge fan of either, but their quiet atmospheres, private nooks, and plethora of creativity and knowledge are alluring/entertaining enough. Besides, it’s always amusing to watch you check out 10+ books, stubbornly attempting to carry them without her help (if you drop a couple and she picks them up, then neither of you mention it).

assuming you’ve both left the nest aka moved out, she mails you monthly care packages. Thus far, you’ve received: a really shiny penny (I found it heads up, and figured I’d send a little luck your way <3); a Dunkin gift card (Regifting this to you. Feel free to use it or regift it yourself <3); movie tickets (I know you’ve been meaning to watch this. Wish I could be there with you <3); and sooo many letters. Some of the letters are brief: I miss you <3, I love you <3, and You suck, thanks for being the best <3. Some are much longer (usually when you’ve been too busy to call each other). You can even tell when she’s written something over the course of multiple days — the pen changing colors, certain sentences more legible than others, topics abruptly ending and beginning.

is your biggest fan as well as your harshest critic (besides, yanno, yourself). She doesn’t intend to be cruel, and believes ~tough love is a flimsy justification for lack of empathy. However, sometimes, “That was stupid,” is all she can really say. In other words: she’s definitely the type to laugh when you trip over your own two feet — while simultaneously reaching down to help you up.

has digital AND physical albums solely dedicated to ~awkward photos of you. Drool in your sleep? She’s got a photo. Mid sneeze? She’s got a photo. Pained expression after dropping something on your foot? She’s got a photo. Cringe Halloween costume(s)? She’s got photos. Not above using them to blackmail you (for playful/petty purposes), and dreads the day you finally shed any lingering embarrassment from your childhood/adolescence.

calls you while you’re asleep (he ensures your ringer’s off first), because he enjoys leaving voicemails for you to listen to in the morning, or whenever you get to them. His after hours ponderings of I truly am the luckiest man and How are you so heart aching, in the best of ways? and I wish there was something beyond forever — all recorded in the stillness of 2am, for your ears only (mind you, he’s literally in bed beside you).

writes thank you notes for all the little and big things you do. He’s terrified of accidentally taking you for granted, and enjoys the mindfulness of getting to appreciate and recognize you. They’re typically short and sweet, but he’s certainly labored over longer ones too (he insists you keep them in a jar, which mysteriously empties itself on the eve of your birthday every year, magically reappearing as a collage aka your birthday card the next day).

encourages communication and experimentation in the bedroom. He’s not necessarily comfortable with trying ~everything, but he strives to nurture a safe space for his and your sexual fantasies and needs. A frequently revisited favorite of his is edging: something about the pulse of your clit on his tongue as you near your orgasm, knowing your head’s tilted backward, throat tight and anticipatory, spilling into a frayed, frenzied whine when he suddenly forces your ass forward—decidedly ruining your pleasure—dark satisfaction welling in his lower belly at the needy, hopeless undulations of your hips.

insists that you take fit pics for him, daily, even when he’s literally sitting on the bed watching you get dressed. After all, how else is he supposed to get content for his Instagram? Isn’t she looking absolutely stunning today?! 😍👑 and I wouldn’t have worn that shirt with those pants, but of course she can pull it off! 🤤🔥 and I present to you, the love of my life! 💘 (if you’re uncomfortable with him posting them, then he still cherishes them in the privacy of his own camera roll)

always lets you have the final bite of whatever he’s eating — especially when you initially insist that I’m not hungry. “Are you sure?” you ask, mouth already parting as he raises his fry toward you, “It’s your last fry.” Smiling brightly, he nods eagerly, “Of course!” like there’s no way in heaven or hell that he’d not offer you his last fry.

is enthralled by the pretty clench of your asshole whenever he fucks you from behind. Spit pools on the tip of his tongue, dripping messily onto your lower back, teasing thumb smearing across your skin, shoulders shuddering as you moan, “K-kyo.” Hm? he hums innocently, other hand tight on your pelvis, “What do you want, sweetheart?” Wailing softly, you push your hips firmly against his taut muscles, spine arching in a desperate attempt to unravel his control, “My ass, Kyo, please.” A delighted chuckle rumbles in his chest, thumb grazing your glistening rosebud, “Your ass, sweetheart? You want me to touch you here?”

matches your enthusiasm whenever, wherever, whatever! Excited for a night out? He’s thrilled to help you choose your outfit, research restaurants, and encourages you to order that additional appetizer that, “I don’t need it, Kyo,” as he shakes his head determinedly, “You deserve it!” In the mood for a night in? He’s a Snack God™️, crafting delicious mocktails from scratch, experimenting with popcorn toppings, and putting together an exquisite charcuterie board. You get to choose the activity/entertainment, because he’s genuinely down for anything, so long as you’re grinning and giggling (sobbing’s ~acceptable when watching something emotional).

spontaneous outings! Not too spontaneous because he doesn’t intend to inappropriately inconvenience you, but he definitely keeps meticulous track of your schedule (and your stress levels!) so he can plan the perfect stargazing evening, beach afternoon, spa day (couple’s massages are cheaper than going individually!) — you name it! Doesn’t take you anywhere super fancy without warning (your comfort’s his priority), but is an expert at discreetly packing extra clothing/shoes for you depending on the adventure — just in case!

has a sixth sense for what type of tea you need after returning home from your day. Sixth sense as in, hands you a mug at the right temperature with the right tea (that you often didn’t even realize you needed) as soon as you take off your shoes. Of course, his sixth sense also includes knowing when you’re not immediately in the mood for tea (he’ll prepare it while you’re showering), as well as knowing when you simply need a glass of water, a reassuring kiss on the cheek, and/or time to yourself before he finally tugs you into a quiet embrace, voice muffled by your hair You are phenomenal.

has yet to master baking the macaron, but keeps trying every year (for your birthday). He’s only a tad envious of how gorgeous and delicious yours are, aaand also refuses your offers of assistance and tips. “Kyo, honey, are you sure you-” “I am ready, my love! In approximately four hours, you shall have the most perfect macarons to munch on!” And in approximately four hours, you have oddly shaped (clearly he didn’t bother piping them), slightly flat (he probably left them resting for too long), and soggy (a lot of filling) macarons — to munch on. “They defeated me,” he declares, eyebrows furrowed. “You can try again tomorrow,” you smile softly, fond giggles restrained for the sake of his pride. “And what do we do with these?” he mumbles. “I’ll bring them in to work,” you nudge his shoulder, eyes twinkling, “They won’t go to waste. I promise.”

is a huge fan of chicken fights (typically fought in waist deep water; in teams of two; one person sits on the other’s shoulders; with the goal of knocking the opposing pair over). Partnering with him is practically a guaranteed win, regardless of how steady you are up top, because he’s an immovable base (and extremely competitive).

if you’re horny and he’s… well… tired, then he still encourages you to sit on his face. Too tired to fuck ≠ too tired to pleasure you. Besides, riding his tongue isn’t as involved as, say, fingering you, with generally easier clean up as well (unless he gets you to squirt, in which case, neither method is particularly contained). “Don’t worry about me, Kyo. I know how to get myself off,” you huff cutely, thumbing the waistband of your panties. “I know you do! But I really would not mind bringing you to one or two orgasms,” he counters earnestly, tongue poking out. Chewing at your bottom lip, you press your tits against his bicep, eyelashes fluttering, “You’re sure you don’t mind being my sex toy?” Groaning lowly, his bright stare darkens, fatigue receding to the edges of his vision at your coy tone, “I do not mind in the slightest!” mouth curving confidently, “I hope you can handle more than one or two orgasms.” “Let’s see if you can stay awake for three,” you wink, loud squeal filling the bedroom as he promptly tugs you upward, cock twitching at the feel of your thighs warm and snug around his head.

could spend an entire arcade outing playing air hockey. If your shoulder isn’t sore by closing time, then was it even a successful arcade outing? He’ll tag along (and enjoy) everything else the arcade has to offer as well, but literally sweating as the score bounces from 1-2, 3-4, 6-5, and the dreaded 6-6 is his true element. That being said, if you’re there to win tickets and bring home prizes, then he’s thoroughly adamant about sticking to skee ball (he’s highkey a pro).

checks in on you when your family/friends are going through rough patches in their own lives. His reasoning? You take care of everyone, and he gets to take care of you. He doesn’t infantilize you, nor does he encourage you to neglect yourself for others, but if you’re going to give your all for your loved ones, then he’s certainly going to give his all for you (his loved one).

“Kyo…” you raise an eyebrow, lips pursed, whipped cream can clutched in your hand, “Are you sure about this? Couldn’t you get like, a UTI?” Laughing loudly, he flexes his cock, easy grin countering the Show off roll of your eyes, “I can handle a little sugar!” Pouting slightly, you angle the tip of the can downward, tone sultry as you murmur, “Are you saying I’m only a little sweet?” Frowning immediately, he reaches for your wrist, gaze tender and provoking as he corrects you, “You are perfect,” smirking at your adorable shriek as he presses on your fingers, activating the spraying mechanism. “You made a mess!” you squeal, eyes widening at the display of whipped cream dripping from his groin to his balls, shaft sloppily hidden by the already melting substance. “What a shame,” he declares coyly, winking exaggeratedly, “If only there was someone around to aid me in my dilemma!”

takes a little too long to put sunscreen on your back at the beach. You appreciate his care and concern, aaand you also lowkey worry about looking like someone spilled plain yogurt on you. “Is it all rubbed in?” you huff, struggling to glance over your shoulder at his disturbingly focused expression. “Not quite!” he murmurs, palms smooth and strong along your skin, almost unbalancing you as he presses firmly. “As much as I’m grateful I won’t get sunburnt, I really think you’ve applied enough,” you swivel around, eyebrows pinched impatiently. His consequent pout almost makes you feel badly… until you take the sunscreen bottle from his hands, frown deepening, “How much did you use?! I swear it’s half empty?! I JUST BOUGHT THIS?!”

enjoys waiting on you, your sister, and (your) friends. Going to a movie? He insists on you all coming home afterwards, because he’s excited to cook Japanese cuisine for everyone, “Why spend money eating out when you can have an even better experience at home?” He respects your space and time with them (it gives him a fighting chance to catch up on the book he’s reading), and secretly adores when you playfully call him Waiter!

texts you whenever he sees something you might like. Yes or no? and Do you need this/these? and Reminds me of you! are frequently received messages of yours (from him), but you have to be careful! If you say Yes or Yup or Ooh! (synonyms included), then it’s practically guaranteed that he’ll buy it/them for you. He isn’t necessarily impulsive or wasteful, but he keeps tabs on how many pairs of your socks have holes in them, how long it’s been since you last treated yourself, and remembers anything you mention in passing.

turns slamming doors in the heat of an argument into a competition, typically resulting in: broken doors, sheepish laughter, and mutual apologies. Maybe it’s dysfunctional, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus, you’ve both become quite handy around the house — at least for fixing hinges and basic woodwork.

in the winter he pelts you with snowballs, and in the spring? he tucks blossoming flowers behind your ear (don’t worry, he doesn’t pluck them — he keeps an eye out for already snapped stems). He doesn’t mean to give you whiplash with his varying degrees of affection: he’s just as soft as he is stubborn, as playful as he is devious, as in love as he is difficult.

has burned dinner on multiple occasions due to being distracted by your Fucking sexy ass. And it’s difficult to form a coherent retort when he’s got your hips pressed against the counter, calloused hands gripping and spreading your asscheeks, face buried in your cunt. “Who needs dinner?” he growls, tongue sliding leisurely between your folds, “When they’ve got your pussy?” Low moans vibrate upward toward your clit, voice deepening as he demands, “But nobody gets your pussy,” abruptly pulling away, chin shiny with your slick, “Nobody ‘cept me,” eyes narrowing greedily as you groan loudly, grinding backward in search of his delicious friction, “Right?”

deep cleans the house every Sunday. From the bathroom to the stove, the floors to all flat surfaces (i.e. desks, shelving, and tables), the windowsills to baseboards (aka the fancy trim bordering the bottom of the walls) — he understands how quickly dust, debris, and clutter builds up, and believes cherishing what you cherish (your home) is simply another way to express his affection and devotion to you. Of course, you’re technically welcome to join him on his cleaning spree(s), but he often strongly insists, “Let me do this for you.”

serves you breakfast/lunch/dinner first. It’s a little gesture, and you usually wait for him before you begin eating anyway, but the consideration behind his prioritizing squeezes your heart (endearingly) anyway. “I thought you were hungry? Eat!” he scoffs, eyes glimmering as you inhale the steam rising from your bowl. “But Nemi,” you scowl, arms crossing, “Shouldn’t I wait for the chef?” Snorting exasperatedly, he gestures toward you, shaking his head, “The chef would be honored if you just. Fucking. Ate.” And who are you to deny the chef?

thoroughly appreciates your filthy mouth, but enjoys brat taming you even more. “S-shit,” you gasp, jaw clenching as his thumb presses casually into your inner thigh. “What was that?” he mutters, glare narrowing, “Did I give you permission to swear?” “Since when do I need fucking permission to- F-fuck!”“ you exclaim, biting at your tongue as he pinches your skin, pain lingering promisingly. "Keep this up, and you won’t be walking tomorrow,” he states nonchalantly, hands strong on your knees, parting your legs lewdly. “N-nemi,” you whimper, heat flooding your chest as he stares intently. “Hm?” he drawls, chin grazing your crotch as he leans in smirking, “I know you like this, being spread nice and pretty for me.”

actions speak louder than words, and he’s all about preparing breakfast for you. (genuinely pouts whenever you make it to the kitchen before him) Initially, you eat his breakfasts out of… endearment (is a hard boiled egg and a soggy slice of toast really breakfast?), but at least with him constantly cooking there’s improvement — significantly. The first morning he presents you with eggs benedict, you almost tear up.

feels awkward telling you, “I love you,” despite that being wholly and entirely how he feels, and is self aware of this. Makes up for it—not that he has to make up for anything—by creating cheesy playlists for you, learning basic bicycle maintenance, and ensuring your pencils are always sharpened/your pens are always refilled. If you pretend to fall asleep, then you’ll ~eventually get to hear his soft, romantic ponderings — assuming you can fake sleep until ~3am.

is obsessed with your nipples. Loves pressing his tongue flat against them; loves swirling his tongue around them; loves sucking softly, teasingly, roughly on them; loves nipping gently at them. He can’t help himself! They’re just so pretty and sensitive: enticing him to pinch, pull, and twist them — smack and clamp them (assuming you’re into that). His favorite pastime is attempting to beat his previous record of how many unique noises he can coax out of you, and if he ends up cumming from grinding against your thigh as he doles out his ministrations, then he simply begins all over again.

trusts you with his 2am tears. He never verbalizes how desperately he needs you, never speaks the pain of his soul, but presses it into the softness of your skin as he clings to your side, forehead firm against your shoulder, eyebrows scrunched as though the tension’ll stop his tears from falling. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, tone kept painstakingly flat. “I love you,” you answer matter of factly, fingers gentle in his hair, ankles intertwined, acutely aware of how he’s inching you toward the edge of the mattress with every intermittent shudder — knowing he’ll catch you should he ever accidentally nudge you off.

takes you someplace new to watch the sunset at the end of every month. At this point, you’re driving pretty far to find new spots, but he lowkey wouldn’t mind if your monthly sunset searches turned into long weekend road trips.

grabs your ass as you ride him/slaps your ass as he fucks you. Rarely hard (not really meant as impact play): he simply adores how plush and sensual the rippling of your body feels. Has definitely drooled watching your tits bounce while kneading your asscheeks, eyes narrowed in flushed awe at how perfect and fuckable you look. Has also definitely gotten distracted while fucking you from behind; slapping one cheek then the other then back to the first, mesmerized by their jiggle; spurred on by your breathless exclamations of Fuck and G-giyuu and Shit! “Why’d you stop?” you whine, hand reaching behind you to grip his thigh, urging him to continue thrusting. “Your fault,” he grunts lowly, resisting the impulse to pull out completely so he can nip at your thighs, “I can’t wait to kiss your pretty thighs. Gonna make them so wet you’ll be begging for me to clean ‘em up.”

content to wait hours as long as necessary for you to get ready for a fancy evening out. He’ll read a book, do household chores, give his opinion on This or That, colors, and Which shoes? — whatever is required of him. But he won’t rush you. He’ll never ask Are you almost ready?, never remark that Our reservation’s for 7pm, and it’s currently 6:45pm, never sigh or pace or groan exaggeratedly. He’s timed you once—per your request—and you really didn’t take too long. Maybe he’s whipped, or maybe he simply values your comfort and safety; your ease and joy; your effort and attention to detail. Spoiler alert: it’s the latter option.

doesn’t ever think to buy you flowers, but often thinks to pick ‘em for you on his way home. He rarely knows what they are (after all, he’s usually repurposing them from their fallen positions on sidewalks and front yards), but he knows how they feel (soft, the expanse of your back); how they smell (fragrant, natural, the tangle of your hair); how they look (beautiful, vibrant, your eyes when you tell him I love you).

as wet and perfect as your pussy feels, he knows how much you adore your One more please orgasm, and it’s admittedly difficult for him to give you one more with his cock right after cumming. His solution? Cumming on your tits. “Fucking dirty slut,” he murmurs, face flushed, abs flexed, cock releasing a messy trail between your tits, smearing down your stomach, dribbling onto your throbbing clit. “Yeah?” he hums, fingers pressing firmly into your hips, restraining their undulations, “Greedy babygirl, my filthy whore wants another, doesn’t she?” Grinning when you whine loudly, nodding rapidly, rivulets of cum marking your skin as you wriggle needily, “Another! Please. One more p-please!” And he doesn’t ever deny you, guiding your eager fingers to your slick folds Touch yourself babygirl, his own fingertips pinching, pulling, tugging, twisting at your nipples, sloppy and determined.

as flamboyant and flashy as his reputation paints him, he’s also so. Fricking. Soft. Whenever you return home from a frustrating, seemingly endless day at work, you get the best of both worlds: someone who adores your venting, and hypes you up higher and higher as you get sassier and harsher (within reason, of course); as well as someone who’s happy to cook you dinner, prepare a bubble bath, put on your favorite show — whatever helps melt the stress and headache of your day (if you let him join you in the tub, then he’s content to massage your feet, wash your hair, and give you a bubble beard… or partake in less innocent behavior *wink wink* *nudge nudge* — again, whatever helps).

is a serial offender of I-Watched-The-Next-Episode-Without-You. If it’s a show you’re reeeally invested in, then he just barely restrains himself, but he’s definitely slept on the couch for a few hours aka until you take pity on him more than once for his betrayal(s).

yes he’s a sex god, and yes his favorite moments are when you end up laughing together, mid thrust. Maybe it’s the playful glow of your stare, stray hairs framing your joyful expression as you ride him; maybe it’s the addicting warmth of your cunt, teasing low groans from his chest with every strategic clench; maybe it’s the glistening sweat sliding slowly between your breasts, salty on his tongue as he suddenly crunches upward, lapping sloppily at your skin, eyes narrowing as his cock sinks deeper with the abrupt movement, strangled gasp parting your lips. Whatever it is, he knows he’s infinitely in love with you as you smack his shoulders, “Tengen!” huffing, “You’re. Too. Big!” dissolving into laughter as he immediately retorts, “I know you are, but what am I?” (albeit, he does lift you ever so slightly to relieve the pressure of his Big Cock™)

favorite pastime is verbally sparring with you, except you trade compliments instead of insults, and whoever reacts first loses. “You’re the light of my life,” you wink as he stares blankly at you. “And you make every morning better than the previous,” he drawls smoothly, huffing at your indifferent expression. “I swear your biceps are even bigger than I remember,” you gasp exaggeratedly, eyelashes fluttering. TRULY?! he almost exclaims, corner of his mouth twitching as he swallows his pride. “I SAW YOU TWITCH!” “YOU DID NOT!” “I TOTALLY DID!” “DID NOT!” “LOSER!” “AM NOT!”

enjoys carrying you in public (with your consent, of course). He may or may not intentionally take you on suuuper long hikes, “It should only take an hour, I’ve done this trail before,” visibly preening when you finally cave and beg for a piggyback ride. “Piggyback ride?” he scoffs playfully, “What are these?” flexing his arms, “Chopped liver?” before scooping you up, cradling your sweaty, tired body against his hardly exerted chest. “You’re a liar,” you mumble, eyes closing with the steady lull of his pace, “Only an hour my ass.”

is a huge fan of remote controlled vibrators. “Let’s go out tonight?” with a crooked smirk is his code for Are you in the mood to play? “Hm, with dessert!” is your—admittedly cheesy—answer when you’re game; “Okay, but no dessert for me,” when you’re uninterested. Usually ends in car sex before even making it home, because while he’s technically sober, he’s also definitely intoxicated by your low whimpers, adorable wriggling, and pained—in the best way—begging of Tengen and Tengen, please and Take me home and fuck me, or I will excuse myself and get myself off in the bathroom (if you follow through with your latter threat, then he most certainly joins you; locking himself in a stall with you, effortlessly lifting your leg via the crook of your knee; thick, practiced fingers roughly tugging aside your thong, slipping eagerly into your squelching cunt).

L O V E S yard sale hopping with you! Need a new bedroom mirror totally innocent aHEM? He’s up at 8am preparing breakfast, because Fuel for thought! aka fuel for yard sales! Read all your books and ready for new (literary) adventures? He’s up at 8am scouring local neighborhood chats, social medias, and websites; a paper map on the kitchen table with various x’s marking supposed locations of Take-a-Book-Leave-a-Book ~libraries. Itching to go outside without a firm plan in mind? He’s up at 8am putting together a portable picnic, because what’s weekend wandering without a romantic respite?

a very patient, appropriately enthusiastic listener. “Do you want emotional affirmation, a hug, or advice?” is his go to line (refined over time, trial, and error), and he excels at giving all three. From That sucks! to What the fuck?!; from a quick, engulfing embrace to an indefinite, quiet cuddle fest; from brainstorming solutions to encouraging you to assert and advocate for yourself — he’s confident and supportive.

appreciates rough mirror breaking sex, and cherishes making love. He doesn’t care how cheesy it is: he definitely cums thrusting languidly into your pussy, soft gaze stripped of its usual ego as he trembles against you, skin sticking warm and familiar. Only you know the texture of his soul; its peaks and crevices; how it shudders and sways. Only you hear the disbelief—the gratitude—beneath his groan as he smatters kisses along your clavicle, intimate, knowing hand dipping between your thighs to ensure your pleasure.

#milestone event #10.0 #hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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queen-of-snazzy-shadows · 2 years

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Zodiac Aesthetics

Aries: red lipstick, sheer black tights, with combat boots, drunk girls hyping each other up in the club bathroom, throwing your head to the sky and laughing, nights in the big city, coming home at 3am, vodka Red Bulls and kicking off your high heels

Taurus: sage green and the comforting color of milky tea or coffee, posed photo shoots by cherry blossoms, using the good china, popcorn movie nights, humming music while hanging up the holiday decorations, “I’ll host!” bouquets of yellow flowers, homemade apple pie

Gemini: yellow and hot pink, chasing after a butterfly in your front yard, hands shaking with excitement, doodling in the margins, flavored lemonade, DIY earrings, stream-of-consciousness, messy handwriting, stickers, after-school mall trips, the feeling of elation when you turn in your final exams

Cancer: flowery perfume, loose maxi dresses, color coordination, little cookies, vanilla steamed milk, flowers that grow on the water, painting and not realization there’s a streak of blue on your face, meditation, talks with friends in your care late at night, thick journals

Leo: that dress you bought for your birthday, perfect selfie lighting, karaoke, glitter spilled on the floor, lifelong friends you know as well as yourself, boxes of chocolates, day planners with stickers and gel pen notes, new shoes, citrus-flavored candies, tight hugs

Virgo: flower crowns, dancing barefoot in meadows, Pomegranate juice, parted lips, scrawled song lyrics in the middle of the night, iced lattes while reading witchcraft books, deep purples and maroons, clean nails, glaring daggers, low yet commanding voice, lots of rings

Libra: lavender lattes, nail appointments, spin-the-bottle, face masks, first dates, collecting candles, lip gloss, dreams of going to Paris, matches hats with outfits, will give you a ride, knows all the tea, wine nights with friends, string instruments, fairy lights

Scorpio: magnets, maroon lips, curtains, trench coats and tall boots, sharp haircuts, eyeliner, whispers, being awake at all hours of the night, clutch purses, tattoos, leather and the smell of cigarette smoke, rock music in bars late at night, whiskey and intense conversation

Sagittarius: hair in one long braid, tramping through untouched snow, hiking, winter coats and jeans, boots on the coffee table, pocketknives, the crunch of autumn leaves, niche interests, pine trees, chipped mugs, old friendship bracelets, window seats and suitcases

Capricorn: black coffee, glasses, gray/blue colors, long staircases, sleek silver laptop, old hometown coffee shop, reading for pleasure, late night sex, lamp still on, hotel rooms, rainy skies over skyscrapers, “this is the last stop,” tables for one, clear water

Aquarius: sitting cross-legged in galaxy print leggings and knee-high converse taking in a documentary about marine life in school, blue and green eyeshadow, long hair, iPods, tech-savvy, takeout, whirlpools, colored pencils, raves, collections of strange objects, hemp milk

Pisces: shy smiles, pink lipstick, beach houses with ocean views, pasta with extra cheese, sunny but cold mornings, kisses on the cheek and back rubs from a loved one, guitar cases and open mics, worn shirts you wear to bed, turquoise accessories, crushes

#zodiac #astrology #aesthetics #aquarius #pisces #Aries #taurus #gemini #cancer astrology #leo astrology #virgo aesthetic #Libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #moodboard

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pinayelf · 4 months

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OC Questionnaire

I love these! I was tagged by @shivunin and @greypetrel! Tysm ❤️

tagging: @ruthvelyan, @vakarians-babe and @buchimgay ❤️ no pressure!

I always do Immy, so I'm going to do Amihan, Sinag and Maya!

(And like shivunin I'm swapping star sign for tarot cards as idk enough abt astrology lol)

NAME: Amihan Alejandra Elena Amell

NICKNAME: Ami or Mimi (must be a close friend or lover to use)

GENDER: Cis female

TAROT: The Tower

HEIGHT: 4'11 (149cm)

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher of Seheron descent (She would be Filipino in our world)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Apples

FAVORITE SEASON: Mostly autumn but loves the beach during the summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Roses (lol)

FAVORITE SCENT: Cinnamon, parchment, star anise

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 🤷🏽‍♀️

DOGS OR CATS: Cats (Amihan gave the Mabari to Alistair she is actually terrified of dogs and hates them lmao)

DREAM TRIP: Wherever she doesn't have to be a warden, she hates being a warden

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually 2, as it's cold in Ferelden

RANDOM FACT: Amihan was a doodler in Kinloch, she would doodle on the corner of the parchment on her notes. All that scrap parchment you collect in your inventory is there because Amihan draws on it w the leftover burnt wood from the fireplace. She once drew Alistair's side profile. She gets into painting during Awakening and her first full painting is her pet cat, Cheese.

NAME: Sinag Gabriella Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, Diday (by Malcolm), Ate (honorific for older sister by Carver and Bethany)

GENDER: Cis female

TAROT CARD: Wheel of Fortune

HEIGHT: 5'11 (180cm)

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan of Seheron descent

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries and raspberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Baby's breath

FAVORITE SCENT: Bread fresh from the hearth, firewood, spiced ale

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (my Amells love coffee lol)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 2-4, 5 if we're lucky. by Inquisition Sinag rarely ever sleeps

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Seheron

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1

RANDOM FACT: She used to freeze this pond near the Hawke farm for Bethany and Carver to "skate" on when they were little. It drove Malcolm and Leandra crazy cause they were afraid they'd get found, but they never did. This was how Sinag honed her ice magic and it's her most powerful spec

NAME: Maya Tabingdagat

NICKNAME: M, May-May (by Gabriel Trevelyan)

GENDER: Cis Female

TAROT CARD: Death

HEIGHT: 4'11

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher (I suppose? since she grew up in Ostwick circle) of Seheron descent

FAVORITE FRUIT: She doesn't really like the fruits in Southern Thedas, she prefers the tropical fruits from Northern Thedas from when she was a child in Seheron, so mangoes, pineapples, coconuts, rambutan

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring and Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Lillies

FAVORITE SCENT: Flower blooms in the Spring, citrus scents, fresh sheets

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea with lots of sugar lol

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Before Maya became tranquil she hardly slept, after becoming Tranquil then reversing it, she finds that she oversleeps often

DREAM TRIP: Seheron, or anywhere sunny

DOGS OR CATS: Both

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: A duvet and a thin sheet below

RANDOM FACT: Maya's arcane skills are weak, and she was never a powerful mage. It was the elephant in the room growing up that everyone around her knew she wouldn't pass the Harrowing. So instead, she asked to become Tranquil at 20, and luckily she had a group of friends, including future Inquisitor Gabriel Trevelyan, who kept her safe and took care of her. When the Circles fell and her and her friends were on the run, she's touched by a spirit from the rift and it reverses her Tranquility

#amihan amell #sinag hawke #maya tabingdagat

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birdbeep1s · 2 months

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Gilese y Nocent por favor

Aquí *slides this lil thing across the table*

#my art #ice cold tea doodles #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck fantroll #grub asks #that boy... hoo #he's gonna have some generational trauma to work thru

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: Clothing Snuggle Doodle (from Tory) - Spot and Riya

So, like I said, I don't make "April Fools" artworks or sharing throwbacks ❌🤡 owing to the celebration of "Easter Sunday". 🥰🐰🤗🐥🥚 (I didn't say I'm banned from celebrating "April Fools", its just not interested nor not my cup of tea)...🙄😒

• Nevertheless, good thing I have this on my "Unfinished" folder section before I made a final touch or the Speedster Twins (Spot & Riya) enjoying their brand new comfy clothes from our good friend @carmenramcat's OC, Tory Ramcat! 🥰👕👖🤗 And like their owned clothes from Maxwell and May's, their new clothes from Tory could do the same thing. And what I meant was, its not just for "Autumn" 🍂 or "Winter" ⛄ attire purpose to wear, but also any season, including "Spring" 🌻 and... "Summer" ☀️ seasons? Although the latter could be struggle during scorching heat, so its best to take it off and cool their bodies by dipping iced-cool water with ice-cold beverage. 🥵🥤💧

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned A/W clothes from Tory]: Good advice. Otherwise, we could stay at home and turn on the AC. ❄️🧊😊🏠

Riya 🐰🏎️ [wearing her owned A/W clothes from Tory]: Yes, but twin bro. Let's give another spare time for snuggling our new clothes from Tory before we could take it off. 🙂

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned A/W clothes from Tory]: Yeah you're right, Ri. After all, we could do our laundry after this. So, yeah. Then, we could go to the beach/resort with our friends to cool us off! 🏖️🙂

Riya 🐰🏎️ [wearing her owned A/W clothes from Tory]: Sound great idea! 😁 Our schedule is settled! 🛻⛱️ And don't forget, by the way, we could wear our comfy clothes during rainy day 🌧️☔, which is the best way to snug our comfy clothes! 🥰👕👖🤗

Well, that's all for now! And happy 1st day of April! (The summer continues ☀️🏖️)😊

The Speedster Twins (Spot & Riya; Chowder OCs) - created by ME!

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daydreams-n-daaru · 2 years

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study moods by indian cities

Hyderabad- iced chamomile tea, scribbling down tough questions, piles of rough pages beside, harry styles and taylor swift songs in the back.

Surat- rewriting the messy notes of school beautifully in another notebook, a plate of freshly cut fruits, krishna flute on the speaker and it is starting to rain.

Pune- Your walls are orange with the settings sun, speaking out aloud to memorize some topics, having kadak adrak chai with parle g, in the silence of your room.

Kanpur- revising your flashcards written in colorful ink, sharbat, people talking somewhere in your locality, a messy bed with pens falling on the ground

Indore- the leaves are changing color, tutoring your bestfriend sitting on your balcony, a cup of thandi dahi, paperclips on your notebooks due to the wind.

Bhopal- fruit salad on the veranda floor, listening to coke studio music, physics and math problems scattered on the mat, strolling around your house for breaks.

Agra- writing along the beats of indian EDM music, watercolor pens and numerous sheets on the desk, it's a sunny afternoon, sipping iced sugarcane juice time to time.

Ujjain- Annotating words of nirala, kabir, surdas and sumitranandan pant, half eaten sandwiches on the bedside table, shiv tandav stotram and thunderstorm in the corner of the sky.

Howrah- studying in the old library, painting in a dimly lit room as a break, black coffee, pocket novels, your mom bringing pati sapta as a surprise for you.

Varanasi- outside a local temple, going through your books, scent of agarbattis and dhoop, writing along the margins, observing the temple's beauty during break.

Agartala- laying on a bamboo mat, doodles at the back of notebook, pretty social science notes, glass of cold Tang, Anuv Jain songs on full volume during breaks, proud of the notes.

Darjeeling- Morning freshness, creating a small to do list, pretty skies and mountains, guide map of your project, sticky notes on the wall, hot chai and parle-g, ready for the day.

#desi dark academia #indian dark academia #indian cities #indian culture #studyblr #studygram #desistudygram #study aesthetic #dark academia #chaotic academia #aesthetic #stem academia

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mrbexwrites · 8 months

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Tagged by @sam-glade and you can see their OC's faves here

RULES: share your oc’s favourite colour, shoe choice, season, animal and pastime.

Passing the tag onto @scribe-of-stories @sarahlizziewrites @at-thezenith @ginger-iced-tea @writingamongther0ses and anyone else who wants to join. Please accept the (no pressure) tag :D

Going to answer for Morgana as she's back in the forefront of my mind at the moment. Doing some more editing (sigh) and rewrites of Memento Mori part I, but mostly procrastinating and trying to sort out some sort of plan/routine for when it comes to writing.

Sorry- enough preamble! On with the game!

Colour:

Not wanting to stand out in the crowd, Morgana tends to wear dark, block colours, mostly black and blue, maybe a bit of purple if she's feelin' fancy.

Anything to blend in and hide away.

Shoes:

Morgana is a sensible-shoe kind of person. That said, she tends to wear Converse High Tops, which whilst sensible, isn't great for Scotland. It rains. A lot. Canvas shoes absorb water. A lot. But she loves a comfy and versatile shoe, so she's willing to put up with trench-foot!

Season:

Spring- new starts, rebirth, waking up from the long, dark, cold. All of these reasons resonate with Morgana and is why Spring is her favourite season.

Hobby/Pastime:

She loves to sketch; whilst her sketchbook is mainly filled with portraits of the dead, she does enjoy doodling as well. She's taught herself to knit and likes to make people handmade gifts such as socks, gloves and scarves. If she likes you, she'll even make you a jumper!

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JESE.SE. I 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹* I AM LITERALLY BREAKING INTO YOUR . ASK BOX . AND SHATTERING THE WALLS OF IT BEHIND ME IN MY MAD DASH *🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ 4 J OC ASK HAME g- O- this is my moment. HEDBWRSGGHFE AWWAAHHH -- OH COULD I PLEASE GET 🍩,☕️,🌌,💐,☁️,🌪️ AND 📎 FOR MELODY AND SACHA??!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 BUT BUT. THIS IS ALOT OF QUESTIONS omg 🙏-ESPISALLY FOR 2 CHARACYTERS!! OMG SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO NOT DO SOME OR ONLY ANWSER FOR 1 OR WHATEVER U WANTED!!!! 🙏🙏🙏 THANK YOU JESSE!!!!!! 🐔🐔🐔<333333333!!!!!!!!!! :DDDD

WAHHHAHHAHAHHHHH *GETS YOU AND SPINS YOU AROUND AT LIGHT SPEED* GIRTHWORRRMMM THANK YOU THANK YOU SO SO SUPER MUCH FOR THESE QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💓💓💘💘💘💗💗💗💕🫂🫂💕🫂💖💓💓💕💓💕💓💕💕💓💓💓💕💓 I'M SO SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT MELODY AND SACHA OF COURSE OF COURSE THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, YAYYYY!!!!!!! <3333333 THESE WERE SUPER FUN TO TYPE UP SO THANK YOU ONE MILLION TIMES RAMSEY!!!!!! :DDDD <333

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Melody- MELODY LOVES SWEET TREATS THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTION!!!! I think her FAVORITE must be vanilla pudding cake!!!! WITH FRUIT AND ICE CREAM YESSSS I'm getting hungry just thinking about it LOLOL!!! And she has a fondness for pudding cake in general, she loves preparing it for friends or family!!!!! But she likes most cakes!!! Including pound cake and bundt cakes (probably her second faves).!!!!!!!

Sacha- THIS IS AN EASY ANSWER FOR HIM HEHE IT's CHEESECAKE by a landslide!!!!! Specifically the standard, white kind. Sacha isn't one for super super sweet foods, so a chocolate fudge swirl cheesecake or like a caramel chocolate cheesecake would probably be too much. THOUGH, the default kind is good and he likes a couple strawberries on the side with NO whipped cream.... He's rather particular about it actually LOLOLLL

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Melody- She is definitely a HOT DRINK GIRL!!!!!!! She loves lattes and hot cappuccinos perhaps a little less often BUT Her FAVORITE drink is probably Hot Cocoa! It gets her in the mood for WINTER and CHRISTMAS (her fave holiday!!!!!!), plus it's just so sweet and rich, SHE LOVES IT. Though she has tried Boba Tea and liked that as well! It took her some getting used to, but I think that might be her favorite cold drink!

Sacha- He also has a preference for HOT drinks but his taste is contrastingly less..... SWEET?? 👤 I SUPPOSE!!!! His favorite is black tea!! She most commonly drinks it at home while she's working on creative projects and she is in fact a tea FAN, so she's got all kinds of teas back at his dorm!!! It's practically a must-have for him LMAO! Though, I suppose an exception to his not-too-sweet tastes would be sweet Chai, which he grew up drinking a lot and still has a fondness for! IT'S MORE LIKE A TREAT FOR HIM or something that he has when he visits family!!!! Very seldom does he ever drink it on his own!!!

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Melody- I ACTUALLY HAVE A VERY FUN IMAGE TO SHARE WITH YOU FOR THIS QUESTION!!! I FOUND THE FIRST PICTURE I EVER DREW OF MELODY (side by side with her most current design!!!!! :9)

Of course, her name was originally TIPSY. That's what that's all about HAHA AND I unfortunately can't recall my thought process through physically designing her... :2 I think I was just doodling and she came to be HEHE. Design-wise, I think the first thing I decided for her was that she was going to have a cute, rabbit ear style bow (funny because she no longer has it at ALL 💔, though I think that's where her beret originated from)!!! As for personality, she was inspired by a change I was going through at the time!! Particularly my first experiences with psychosis, interestingly enough! She was sort of a way for me to cope with the scariness of it, since a large part of her character is and was her religious delusions and delusions of prophecy. She's not a PERSONIFICATION of those things necessarily, but rather a character I can share something in common with if that makes sense!!!! :3 I'm super attached to Melody for that reason, maybe that's why she's a fave of mine hehehe.... *twirling my hair giggling etc*

Sacha- HAHA For Sacha, the answer is much more simple: The first thing that I decided about him was HIS MASK!!!!! I think I saw some cool pictures of old, animal based folk art and immediately had the inspiration to make a character with a colorful, tiger mask !!!! :DDDD Sacha was a very hollow character when I first designed them... I really had no actual STORY or CHARACTER TRAITS laid out for them until about a year ago 😭😭😭!!!! BUT I think in terms of personality, the first thing I decided about her was her stoic nature 🧍‍♂️!!!!!!! Sacha has always been a bit cold and stand-offish, though AGAIN I FIND MYSELF UNSURE OF WHY or what correlation it had to his mask originally!!!! LOL 😖

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Melody- I THINK she changed the MOST in 2021, when I revamped several of my OCs at the same time!!!! Here, she went from light skinned to dark skinned and I made her chubbier as well (consequently darkened her port wine stain too)!!!!!!! I have a picture of her (in a silly outfit) from around this time to show the changes that I made!!! :333

Eventually, I would also exchange the port wine birthmark for piebaldism as well, I think because I wanted to give Jacques his neurofibromas and cafe-au-lait spots but it mirrored Melody's former spots a little too closely... ANYWAY!!!!!!

Sacha- SACHA ON THE OTHER HAND has remained mostly the exact same 😭😭😭 Ever since I first made him .... As far back as 2020. FUNNILY ENOUGH THESE PICTURES ARE FROM 2020, 2021, and 2023 RESPECTIVELY

LOLL ALTHOUGH He used to have this cool thing where his eyes could dilate and constrict like a cat's!!!! But I had no explanation for this . LMAO . I guess the largest change I've made was that!!! Just to make them (more) human since I strangely prefer working with OCs who are just some messed up guy LOL RATHER THAN A CREATURE 👹

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Melody- Melody volunteers at a local church as a choir singer!!! She has a bit of a natural talent for singing actually heehee... She was never FORMALLY TRAINED or anything like that though. AND SHE LOVES BRINGING PASTRIES TO GIVE TO THE OTHER CHOIR MEMBERS. I think she has a close friendship with the old lady who plays the church organ HAHA

Sacha- I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT JACQUES x SACHA FOR THIS ONE JUST A LITTLE BIT 👹 I HOPE THAT'S OKAY. BUT Sacha gives Jacques kisses to wake him up.... LIKE IF they are spending the night together and Sacha wakes up first, he'll gently just kiss his face and whisper at him in French until he opens his eyes. GRRRRR *TEARS EVERYTTHING DOWN* Sometimes Jacques will pretend to be asleep just to get more kisses. 🧍‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Sacha- FOR SACHA I CHOSE Alstroemeria (represents passion and devotion), Salvia ("forever mine"/deep love), Kniphofia (good fortune), Snapdragon (deception/concealment), Tiger Lily (prosperity)!!! Also Tiger Lilys are sort of the obvious answer LOLOLLL I KNOW ITS PREDICTABLE BUT I'm a sucker for the tiger motif... 😞 HAHA I think of THESE ONES, their favorite would be the snapdragon since he likes the delicateness of it hehee... Though I think that he is a fan of most red flowers because of their intense/bold coloring!!!!

Melody- AND FOR MELODY: Roses (passion/love), Poinsettia (good cheer and mirth), Camellia (adoration/longing), Tulip (holiness/forgiveness), Sweet Pea (friendship/gratitude)... AND I THINK POINSETTIAS HAVE TO BE HER FAVORITE.... YET AGAIN, because they remind her of Christmas and winter in general!!!!! Also the texture of them is really pleasant to her, she used to love touching the poinsettias at her family's Christmas celebrations as a child LOL

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Sacha- He acts as a sort of fashion model for Jacques and Melody so they can dress him in their fashion projects for college! He won't show it (much), but he loves it HAHA.

Melody- She used to be a cheerleader!!! She was quite popular in high school too. She was part of several clubs and participated in school events Regularly. Her social friendly nature..... 🫶

#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH RAMSEY AGAIN FOR THESE QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💓💓💓💘💘💘💓💓💓 *TWIRLS*#THESE WERE SUPER FUN TO ANSWER HEHE ^_^ I ALWAYS LOVE TALKING ABOUT SACHA AND MELODY!!!!!!!!! <333333 #THANK YOU FOREVER *ONE MILLION HUGS*🫂🫂🫂💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕🫂🫂🫂💘💘💘💗💗💗💘💘💕💕🫂💕💕💓#💭 — ask #oc; sacha #oc; melody #tw religion mention

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