#just wait mwahahahahah

[verrixstudios]

sneaky peek as something i’ve been working on

#scultpure #birds #bird is the word #i’m making a huge mini #which doesn’t make sense but it does #just wait mwahahahahah #bird

[strang3lov3]

Lather

(Inspired by our curly, long-haired Pedro with his broken wing) When Joel injures his shoulder, he needs your help washing his hair and getting off 🧴🧻💦🧼🚿🛀(4k)

Part one of a new mini series!!

Tags- shoulder injury, forced proximity, hair washing, handjobs, blowjobs, Joel finishes little too early, sexual tension, masturbation, pissed off joel, impish reader as per ushe. Joel starts out soft and gentle, this will not last long. Just you wait for part two, mwahahahahah!!

A/N- This new series is written for and inspired by my very dear friend @noxturnalpascal , please do not eat Pedro’s fucking hair. I’m begging you. And thank you @tightjeansjavi for the title name!!

Generously edited by my dear friend, the lovely @papipascalispunk

You’re at the dinner table, watching Joel awkwardly cut his chicken and potatoes with the side of his fork, held by his left hand. He brings the food to his mouth kind of slowly, deliberately, like he has to consciously think about where his fork will end up. He catches your watchful gaze and looks at you, “What?”, he scowls.

You shrug, “Nothing.”

“Quit lookin’ at me,” he huffs, “Creep.”

You’ve been living in Jackson with Joel and Ellie for quite some time now. Ellie’s got the garage and the downstairs bathroom to herself, you and Joel live in separate bedrooms upstairs. It works out. Kind of. The stairs are an issue. They’re old and steep, kind of slippery. It was only a matter of time before someone slipped and fell, and last week, that’s exactly what Joel did. Early one morning, he had misstepped and totally ate shit, landing hard on his right shoulder. You rushed to help him, but Joel shrugged you off, insisting he was fine. But you could hear in his voice he wasn’t, how he strained to speak. And in the following days, you noticed how his routine changed in the aftermath of his injury. He’s been favoring his right arm heavily, eating, cooking, opening doors, picking things up all with his left hand, rarely his right. 

Ellie gets up from the table to rinse her plate. When she passes you and Joel on her way back to the garage, she stops next to Joel and just stares at him, a look of confusion and disgust on her face. She reaches her hand forward, pushing her fingers slowly through his hair and watching the curls stand up straight. Joel freezes before turning to look at her, perplexed and irritated. “What’s the matter with you?”, he asks. 

“Gross,” Ellie giggles, still playing with his hair. He swats her hand away. 

“Yeah, shut up,” Joel grumbles, “You’ll have gray hair one day too. It ain’t that funny.”

“I’m not talking about the color. Your hair is disgusting, Joel. It’s like, sticking straight up. Are you hydrophobic or something?”

“Leave me alone,” Joel tells her, “Go do something. Go play in traffic.”

“You smell like you’re hydrophobic,” Ellie retorts as she continues towards her room. 

You turn your attention back to Joel, who looks insulted. Subtly, he turns his nose to his armpit to smell himself and then checks his reflection in the window, using his left hand to mess with his curls. He notices you staring at his reflection as well, “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?”, he asks defensively as he messes with his hair a little more, flipping the mess to one side of his head, then to the other, rubbing the strands between his fingers. Joel sighs deeply then, gets up from his seat, and – using his left arm – he drags his chair across the kitchen and sets it in front of the kitchen sink. “I need help,” he confesses in a tone hardly audible, like he’s sheepish and uncomfortable. Disappointed, too. 

“What?”

“Washin’ my hair,” he speaks louder this time, “It’s hard with my uh…shoulder. I need your help.” 

“Took you long enough to as–”

“Knock it off,” he interrupts. It was probably around day four post-staircase incident that you noticed Joel’s hair taking on a more dirty appearance. You stare at his hair a lot lately now that he’s growing it out for winter. His hair curls in all sorts of directions, little cowlicks all over his head. The ringlets at the bottom of his neck are your favorite part. How gorgeous they look with the multitude of colors on his head. Deep, chocolatey brown with highlights of caramel and silvery gray streaks. With resources being fairly scarce even in Jackson, Joel doesn’t wash his hair every day, which is honestly fine for him. However, the days that he does wash his hair, he struggles to scrub his scalp properly with just his left hand, hence the dirty and greasy appearance. And really, it doesn’t look that bad. Probably feels worse for him, though, all that schmutz built up. Probably itchy and uncomfortable. 

You take your plate to the kitchen sink and give it a quick wash before drying it and putting it away. Joel sits in the chair he’s placed in front of the sink, and reaches behind himself for the dish soap, then kind of just puts it in your hand. You look at Joel, tilting your head in confusion. Sure, it's slim pickings for resources, but there’s a reason you’re close with the soapmaker here in Jackson. It’s the little things that keep you going; one of the little things being fruity scented shampoo that the soapmaker hooks you up with. 

You place the soap back on the kitchen counter and leave quickly to grab your shampoo, then come back to meet Joel at the sink. Joel looks at the bottle of shampoo in your hand, “What the hell is that?”, he asks. 

“My shampoo. It smells kinda like strawberries, see?”, you open the cap and squeeze the bottle to waft the scent towards him.

 Joel scrunches his nose, “It’s too girly.”

“You’re too girly,” you taunt, and Joel rolls his eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers. I’m washing your hair, so I get to pick the shampoo. It’s like a spa night,” you chirp happily. 

“Nope, not a spa night,” he replies harshly, “Just wash my damn hair. No funny business.” When you stare down at him, unimpressed with his attitude, Joel backtracks, “Please,” he begs. 

“Spa night.”

“Fine,” Joel sighs in defeat and leans his head back into the sink, scooting down the chair. He looks deeply uncomfortable already, putting his weight on the left side of his body and raising his shoulder up and away from resting on the sink. Poor guy. You turn on the sink and begin to run the water over his scalp with the detachable faucet, but Joel yelps in pain. “Hot, s’ way too hot,” he says loudly, craning his neck away from the stream. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, quickly turning the faucet lever in the other direction. 

“Cold, cold, Christ—cold,” Joel hisses as he reaches behind himself to try to haphazardly adjust the lever himself, swatting his hand violently. He ends up hitting your hand instead, resulting in you dropping the faucet on his forehead. He yelps again and quickly sits up straight, water flinging across the room from his wet hair. “This isn’t gonna work,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Think we need to get this over with in the shower.”

“I think that’d work better,” you agree. 

So, you and Joel make your way upstairs, you’ve got your fruity shampoo in your hand. Joel’s wet hair drips down his neck and back as you follow him towards the bathroom where he turns on the shower, letting the water warm up. He shuts and locks the bathroom door before unbuttoning his flannel, again with his left hand only. Turning away from you, you watch Joel twitch and wince in pain as he tries to take off his undershirt. It kind of makes you sad, seeing him struggle like this. You wish he would have asked for help before now. “Joel?”, you tap his back. 

“Hm?”, Joel turns around and you reach his right arm. “Oh,” he says. Carefully, you do your best to painlessly help him out of his shirt, pulling his sleeve towards your body and keeping his arm as low as can be. You pull the rest of the shirt off of his body, catching a glimpse of his torso, his soft, pillowy belly. “Thanks,” he mumbles. 

“No problem.”

“I uh–,” Joel begins, turning away from you again and undoing his belt, “I’m gettin’ undressed and gettin’ in, okay?”

“Am I getting in there with you?”

“I’d reckon that’s probably easiest, yeah. And if ya don't wanna get your clothes wet, then you can take 'em off too,” Joel offers, “I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, so I'm keepin’ my eyes shut and facin’ the shower head the whole time so I don’t see anything I'm not ‘sposed to.”

“I appreciate that,” you reply. You’ve been through a lot with Joel, and truth be told, you’re both past the point of modesty, all that you’ve been through together. You have endless trust and respect for each other. Still though, you appreciate what he’s doing to keep you feeling safe and comfortable with him. A lot can be said about Joel, but he’s never been anything but respectful and considerate towards your safety and comfort. It doesn’t go unnoticed. “I’ll undress. Just give me a minute.”

“Not a problem,” Joel says. You face away from him as he takes off his belt, it lands with a clatter on the floor. Next his jeans and boxers, then each of his socks. You hear the sound of the shower curtain moving and his heavy footsteps in the bathtub. “M’done. Eyes stayin’ closed now.”

“Okay,” you say as you look at Joel through the shower curtain, unable to see much. You have no doubt he is, in fact, squeezing his eyes shut, but you smile to yourself when you notice where his arms lie. They’re resting across his body, his hands cupping his member securely. Oh, Joel. He’s a grump, but a gentleman nonetheless. 

After taking off your own clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor, you move the shower curtain aside and step inside of the tub. It’s a tight fit, despite being relatively spacious. There’s a built-in bench to the side of the shower where your soaps sit. Joel always complains you have too many lotions and potions taking up space, that they always fall on his toes when he bathes. Dramatic. 

 Immediately you’re in awe of Joel’s beauty. You can’t see his face, but you can see his back, freckled and scarred and striped with stretch marks here and there. Water trails down his neck and his spine. You can’t help but steal a peek of his ass, so firm and plump. He’s blessed, truly. 

“Doin’ okay?”, Joel interrupts your thoughts. 

“Oh– yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Gonna shampoo you now.”

“Get to it,” he tells you. 

You reach for your strawberry shampoo and squeeze a small amount into the palm of your hand, then reach up to lather it into Joel’s scalp. “I need you–”, using your hands to guide Joel to tilt his head back, “Yeah, like that. Thanks.”

“Mm,” he hums in response.  

You begin to wash Joel’s hair, building up a thick lather of bubbles. You pay special attention to the sides of his head, down towards his neck, scratching and massaging his scalp. It’s almost imperceptible, but you hear a slight groan, a soft exhale of relief as you scrub Joel’s head. Washing the hair near his neck, you toy with his curls, wrapping them around your fingers and watching them bounce and swing when you pull your hands away. You’re about to reach for more shampoo when you really see it– the bruise on his shoulder. It’s yellowing now, but there are still purple and blue splotches of his skin. “Fuck, Joel,” you mumble, tracing your fingers lightly over his bruise.

“Yeah, yeah.”

It was an accident. You know this, so you’ll spare Joel from your long-winded lecturing about taking care of himself. Instead, you just press a soft kiss to his bruise. 

“You– I um–”, Joel clears his throat, a little bashful now, “Need you to wash up by my hairline, f’ya wanna come up front here.”

“Yeah, of course,” you speak softly. You begin to scoot past Joel, but the tight fit of the two of you in the shower makes it difficult to move. You slip and reach for Joel’s arm. 

“Careful,” he warns you softly, “Here, I gotcha.” Joel, still keeping his eyes shut, holds your waist and helps guide you to stand in front of him. When you’re situated, he quickly protects his modesty once again.

You grab some more shampoo and reach for the front of his scalp. This time, you can admire more of him. His face, eyes scrunched tightly shut. Careful not to look at what he’s not supposed to. That little line between his eyebrows is more deep and prominent than usual. Water drips down the slope of his aquiline nose and his plump, rosy lips. Droplets cling to his wiry salt and pepper facial hair. He’s a work of fucking art. When Joel’s properly shampooed, you reach for the detachable shower head and start to rinse his hair, watching the strands fall on his forehead. 

You’re not sure exactly what happens, but in an instant, Joel is unexpectedly groaning and reaching for the shower head from your hand. You step back and watch him scramble to wipe his eyes and blink quickly. “Fuckin’, ahh,” he hisses, “Got soap in my eyes. Jesus.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“S’okay, was an accident. Fuck,” Joel hands you the shower head and then wipes his eyes a few more times before he stops and stares at you before him, not even thinking about his rule. Fuck. He shuts his eyes quickly, but the damage is done. His mind is swimming with images of your body, the drops of water rolling down the curves of your breasts, your hips, thighs. His cock hardens almost instantly, and he hurries to cover himself again. “Fuck. I’m sorry. It’s not cause of you.”

“Okay, Joel,” you reply calmly. 

Joel groans. “No, it’s not like that, you– you’re– it’s…My shoulder’s been hurtin’, y’know how it’s been.” 

 “Mhm,” you hum, knowing where he’s going with this, “It’s okay.”

“Haven’t been able to take care of myself, uh…in that regard,” Joel clears his throat before continuing, “So I’m just a little wound up– oh–”

Joel’s interrupted when you step forward, reaching for his wrists to pull them away from his member. “I get it,” you whisper, “I can help with that too, if you’d like.”

“Jesus, fuck–”, Joel hisses as you touch his hips, his thighs, skating your fingers along his skin. He moans softly when your fingers lightly touch his heavy balls, the base of his cock, then trailing them up his shaft. “Quit– fuck – quit teasing me, hon. Not a smart idea.”

“I’m not teasing you, Joel.” 

Except Joel’s not listening. All he can think about is how fucking good it feels to be touched where he needs it most. He reaches for your hand, but doesn’t pull it away. Like he’s at battle with himself, doing what he thinks he’s supposed to do, not that he actually wants to. He wraps his fingers around yours, encouraging you to grip his cock tightly. But with his brow furrowed, he looks conflicted. “Don’t know what’s gotten into ya, but–”, he says shakily, “Hon– you gotta stop cause, fuck–”, he breathes, “Don’t think I have it in me– fuck – to walk away from you.”

“You don’t have to, Joel,” you coo quietly as you grip his cock tighter. You lean closer to Joel, wrapping one of your arms around his waist. Joel opens his eyes then, and you kiss his cheek, still stroking his cock. His thick head is nudging your hip as you work him, “Why don’t you let me help you with this?”

Joel nods, sighing in relief as he gives into you, gives into pleasure.  He’s been hard as a rock all week. Left hand just doesn’t do the trick, but yours, your hand does just fine. “Lord have mercy,” he gasps, “Thank you.” Rubbing your hand up and down his cock, you kiss his neck, then lower, his collarbones and his chest. Lower still, sinking to your knees as you kiss down that soft and pillowy tummy of his, trailing your tongue along that patch of hair that leads to his cock. You take his thick base in one hand and his ass in the other, then press sloppy kisses to his blushed tip, flicking your tongue over his soft skin. “Sweetheart,” he warns softly, “Doin’ too much for me.” 

“I don’t think so,” you tell him innocently before trailing your tongue along a prominent vein of his cock. 

“I disagree,” he mumbles quietly. Oh, Joel. Silly Joel. As if you’d satisfy him with just your hands. But this is as much for you as it is for Joel. You’ve spent a lot of time daydreaming about him, kissing him and fucking him. He’s who you think about at night with your hand between your thighs. So no, taking him in your mouth is not too much. It’s what you both need. 

Joel hums sweetly as you guide him to your mouth, his thick head parting your lips. You toy with him, swirling, flicking your tongue, alternating between taking him deeply and more shallow in your mouth. He’s warm and thick, just like you imagined. His cock feels heavy in your mouth as you take him deeper and deeper, hollowing your cheeks to massage him. You love his smooth skin, how he squirms and his hips stutter when you slide his cock to the back of your throat. As he gains more confidence, he begins to draw in and out of your mouth slowly, an action encouraging to both you and himself. 

“Good god,” Joel groans as you work his shaft, one hand still squeezing his ass cheek, the other now fondling his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently. You hum against him, sending vibrations down his shaft. He reaches down, stroking your cheek with soft and warm eyes as you work him. His hand finds the back of your head, grunting as he inches you forward to take him deeper. 

 “Not lastin’ long the way you–”, he  chokes out, a stuttered string of profanities following as you feel his cock stiffen and twitch under your tongue, spurting hot ropes of his spend down your throat. It’s salty and warm and masculine, taking you by surprise. His orgasm surprises himself, too. You don’t mind, though. In fact, it’s flattering the way he’s come undone for you so quickly, so desperately. Poor Joel, so worked up and bent out of shape all week. Probably part of the reason he’s been so cranky.

He takes heaving breaths above you, his chest rising and falling steadily as he stares down at you in admiration. He’s got the kindest eyes. When you pull off of his cock, he offers his hand to you, helping you back to your feet. He thanks you again, then apologizes for finishing how he did. You assure him that you don’t mind a bit. “M’not gonna leave ya high and dry, you know,” he says, “You just give me a few days to get myself right and I’ll take good care of you. Return the favor and all that good stuff. Hm?”

Sure, Joel, you think, nodding to him. He nods back at you, feeling good and satisfied, already dreaming about getting you off in a few short days. How soft and wet your pussy will be, pulsing around his cock, all for him. He’ll make you come just as hard as he did, if not harder. He can see it now, he’ll have you falling to pieces under his tongue and his fingers. He just needs to fucking heal first. While Joel’s been favoring his right arm quite a bit, he still hasn’t been taking it as easy as he should have been. But he’s got a woman waiting on him now, and healing is his top priority. 

Joel smiles, you smile sweetly back at him as you wrap an arm around his waist for stability and set one of your feet on the ledge of the bathtub. His smile contorts into a confused frown as he watches you take your free hand and snake it between yours and Joel’s bodies, your fingers toying with your center. “Whatcha doin’?”, Joel asks. 

“Oh, you know,” you reply plainly. You sigh softly, tilting your head back as one of your fingers circles your hole. 

“No, no, no, no,” Joel protests, “No, thought you were gonna wait your turn.” 

“My turn’s right now,” you breathe, now dipping a finger into your entrance, curling it and swirling it around. “You’re not the only one with needs.”

“I know you got needs, hon, thought we just agreed I’d be the one to take care of ‘em,” he tries, “Right?”

“It’s alright,” you purr, “I got it.”

It’s almost cartoonish, how Joel’s expression turns from one of satisfaction and bliss to betrayal and astonishment. “I don’t like this,” he mutters, “It’s teasin’ me, you know.”

“Oh, Joel,” you whimper softly, your fingers now rubbing over your clit, “What don’t you like?”

“Uh, that,” he spits, “Don’t like hearin’ you moanin’ my name when I’m not the one touchin’ ya. Don’t like that at all.”

You pout, “Oh, you can touch me,” you offer as you take his left hand into your own, sliding it up your body. He thumbs the plump underside of your breast and glides his fingers over your nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch. 

“Oh, real nice. You’re playin’ dirty,” he accuses, “You’re nothin’ but trouble. Shoulda known.”

You don’t bother replying as you begin to trace steady circles into your clit, dipping your fingers at your entrance to collect more of your arousal. Your fingers slip and slide through your folds with such ease. 

Joel growls, squeezing your breast harshly one last time before his arm finds your waist and he pulls you flush against his body. With your head still tilted back as you whimper quietly, Joel takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, biting and nipping at your hot, dampened skin. It only fuels you. “Joel,” you cry, “Fuck, oh my god,” as that warm, sticky feeling deep in your gut is beginning to build.

Joel watches you, conflicted. How sweet his name sounds falling from your lips with your broken, honeyed moans, but Jesus, he needs to be the one touching you like that, not you. He should have known it’d turn out this way, that you’d revel in having this one-up on him. Your fucking audacity. I made you come so hard you saw stars, and I’m doing the same thing to myself. And you can’t do a single thing about it. Ha. Ha. 

Joel holds you tighter when your cries begin to get louder as you reach your peak, your knees beginning to buckle. You moan frantically, loudly, and Joel watches you knit your brows together and your mouth drops open as you begin to fall apart. Your fingers massage your clit faster, harder, feeling that tension in your gut snap and splinter as waves of pleasure overtake you, washing over your body. With your eyes shut, you feel it deep in your stomach, down the back of your thighs, riding out your orgasm on your own fingers as Joel holds you close to his body.

When you finally open your eyes, Joel’s glaring at you. He says nothing. Deep down, he knew you’d probably end up taking care of yourself tonight, but in front of him? You’ve got some fucking nerve. 

When your breathing slows, Joel lets you go. He stares at you, unimpressed, mouth slightly agape. You take the opportunity to slide two of your fingers past his lips, letting him taste your sweet arousal on his tongue. His brows furrow and his eyes flutter shut as he groans deeply, hungrily. “Seriously?”

You nod with a smile, then press a quick kiss on his lips before shimmying past him to reach for your towel. You dry off and step out of the tub, and when you look back at Joel, he wears a scowl. 

“You’re the fuckin’ devil.” 

Next

#strang3lov3 #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal the last of us #pedro pascal x reader

[loverboybrightsideghost]

:3

#STARTED WRITING A GOOD OMENS FIC #i've been drafting it in my head for the past three days and i finally started actually writing it out....mwahahahahah #target audience is ME‼️‼️‼️ #idk if i'll finish writing it (god i hope so) so i can reread it and be like 1) hehe i did that :D and 2) so i can be like this is such a #good fic it's almost like the author knew exactly what i wanted in a fic #there is like a 0.00000001% chance that i will post it btw so don't expect or wait for that just in case #it's for me <3 #i will say the premise though: #After Armageddon armagedDIDN't Crowley makes it his mission to get the angel known as Aziraphale to experience one of the world's greatest #Earthly pleasures: sleep. #it is so silly and goofy <333333 #crowley's like by god you have no excuse now you WILL sleep i don't CARE that 'you don't need it' #this is inspired by the fact that i can't stop thinking about aziraphale never ever sleeping ever #it sounds so boring #even if he RESTS like not sleeping? i'd love more hours in a day but also that's almost TOO much time #also inspired by me being tired as fuck and needing to fix my poor-ish sleeping habits #it's more the first thing though

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

✨the Wild West🤠✨

Angel: WHATUP BITCHES

Babe: YOOOOO

Sam: why hello to you too?

Sweetheart: heyyyy

Angel: guys guys guys guys

Angel: like the wonderful creative one of a kind person I am I came up w an ✨idea✨

Sam: oh no

Babe: OH YES

Sweetheart: oh?

Angel: ima pretend yall all got babes enthusiasm BUT ANYWAY

Angel: hear me out

Sweetheart: I’m scared

Sam: join the club

Angel: we get nicknames for the gc?!!!!!

Sam: that’s actually not that bad

Babe: YESSS

Sweetheart: that’s what you think

Angel: ok but I get to pick bc I’m the talented one and I made this group chat🤭😌

Sam: there it is

Angel: since you questioned my judgment ur going FIRST

Sam: oh no

[angel has changed sams name to brokeback mountain]

Brokeback Mountain: Angel why are you like this?

Angel: MWAHAHAHAHAH

sweetheart: y’all i laughed and my boss looked at me weird💀

Babe: OMG ME NEXT

Brokeback Mountain: whyy are you encouraging this?

Babe: bc it’s fun🙄

Angel: like jeez old man get w the program🙄

Sweetheart: PFF-

Brokeback Mountain: do your name changes or whatever before I get darlin to beat your ass.

Angel: like you was beating theirs in but OH YEA

Sweetheart: nah💀

Angel: BABE

Angel: I NOW DUB THEE

[angel has changed babes name to trainer]

Trainer: what does that even mean babes😭

Angel: w all the collars u be putting on that dog of urs…

Brokeback Mountain: Oh my lord🙄

Trainer: YOU RIGHT YOU RIGHT💪🏻😚

Sweetheart: nah cause that’s clever as shit💀

Sweetheart: does your head hurt after using your brain?

Angel: haha very funny

Angel: just you wait for you

Angel: speaking of which…

[angel has changed sweethearts name to invisa-bitch]

Invisa-bitch: ok I actually like that lol

Brokeback Mountain: lucky

Angel: AND NOW

Angel: FOR THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

Angel: DRUM ROLLLLL

[angel has changed angels name to mini alpha👑]

Mini alpha👑: best for last😌

Invisa-bitch: wooooooowwwwwwe

Trainer: so chic

Mini alpha👑: ikr🥶🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️💅💅💅

Brokeback Mountain: this has got to be bullying

Brokeback Mountain: I’m going to bed

Mini alpha👑: goodbye grandpa🥺🥺

Trainer: sleep well pawpaw🥺🥺

Invisa-bitch: sleep well Sam

Brokeback Mountain: thank you SWEETHEART.

#this took like a full day to make #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedasmr #redacted headcanons #redacted sam #sam redacted #redacted sam collins #sam collins #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted angel #redacted group chat #frogs group chats #✨the wild west🤠✨ #redacted verse

[lightlycareless]

https://youtube.com/shorts/krPhdHN25Jc?feature=share3 I've been anon mostly, but I bet this would be Naoya and Y/N, well... eventually. 💀😭 / pos (when they get a better relationship)

Heya!! Then it's only fair to say nice to meet you 🤭❤️❤️!

And YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I TRULY BELIEVE THAT IF THE TWO GOT ALONG THEY WOULD END UP HAVING A BIG FAMILY.

Dare I say... twins. I want them to have twins. I don't care if it's two girls, or two boys, or one and one. I want them to have a big family and be all around happy 😭

Outside of that, I envision them having a son first, who is completely shy, adorable, and looks just like Naoya. He sticks to Y/N's side all the time, and that kind of makes Naoya jealous (he just wants his baby to give him attention) but all that he needs to do is carry him, play with him, and he's all over him too :')

Although I have to say, his favorite pastime is watching his father and mother train, he's so amazed by them and their work as a sorcerer, he wants to be just like they. I believe he'll have Naoya's technique, so he'll be spending most of his time with Naoya in that sense. His dad is just elated that his son is admiring him, and has secretly waited for the day he'll be able to train with him 😭❤️

From there, a daughter. Who is incontrollable—she has no limits, she'll do whatever is on her mind and good luck stopping her. She's definitely taking Naoya's (and a bit of Y/N's) wild side, although waaayyy more likeable lol. Sorry Naoya. Still, she can be a bit rough towards everyone, including Y/N and that's when we'll see Naoya's parenting step in. The poor baby obviously doesn't mean it and she'll actually be very sad when her dad tells her:

"You're hurting mama, you have to be careful" She'll do whatever she can to make it up to her—another thing she takes from Naoya.

Her favorite pastime would be watching anime. From there, cosplaying. She'd actually be the first of the family to go the step further and dress up as her favorite characters. Naoya was too shy to do that so he's reasonably excited to support her daughter do what he never could.

I headcanon that all kids will look the most like Naoya in one way or the other. Much to Y/N's delight, and a bit of frustration from Naoya since he wanted everyone to look like you instead 😅 (He wanted to show the world what made him fall in love with you, and when he tells you you just melt. Guess they gotta have more kids now...)

They would be named after Naoya too. Y/N found it adorable how everyone at the Zen'in clan had similar names, like Mai and Maki, Jinichi and Toji, Naobito and Naoya. And she'd want to continue the tradition (The ONLY tradition from that clan let's be clear) and this is also to reassure Naoya he's deserving of a family too.

I don't have any doubts that he feels ashamed for his clan and how he was back then... so he kind of wanted to separate from all that, but you'd come along and tell him that it's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, it's his name, not the Zen'in's. What he decides to do this point forward has nothing to do with them.

akgagjakgkajgjkagja this just.... did something to my heart 😭 I want to write fluff between the two... but not yet mwahahahahah.

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in an ask! 😭❤️ It was so cute!! We gotta hold on... pray that this will happen 😂

Once again, thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope you have a nice week, and take care!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x your #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

[spaceagebachelormann]

U WANTED THORNE REQS SAUR :) hcs for thorne confessing to his childhood best friend 😈 i love childhood bsf to lovers mwahahahahah

thorne confessing to his childhood bsf.

♬ fandom: the lunar chronicles

♯ genre: fluff

♪ mars thoughts: him <3 he’s so kissable <3 my bbg <3 dividers by @/benkeibear!! ALSO THIS IS KINDA SHORT CAUSE I WAS RUSHING

♮nav masterlist

this is actually so funny to imagine

like he’s all nervous and shit

and he probably tells cress or cinder or someone beforehand for emotional support

they’re all telling him to just do it and get it over with

but he’s panicking SO HARD

like he’s sweating, shaky, all the other nervous bs i can’t remember rn

“i’m so nervous right now which is crazy because i’m never nervous”

he goes on for a long ass time about how he shouldn’t be nervous because who could say no to him

also to help calm him down cress tries to like tell him to think happy thoughts

and surprise surprise they’re all different moments from when y’all was growing up

like the time when you accidentally broke his arm by accidentally kicking him out of a tree when you were 9

or when you beat him at mario kart even though it was your first time

anyways moving on

when the time comes to actually confess i know for a fact he does the most dramatic shit possible

like think trent proposing to eleanor in never have i ever

the things he says are actually kinda sweet but also ridiculous at the same time

and also very very basic

he brings up random shit from when you guys were growing up

and when he’s done he kinda just stands there like🧍‍♂️and stares at you

when you say you also like him he doesn’t register it at first

hes kinda like “wait what”

then hes like “REALLY???”

he hugs you and shit <3

and then goes to find cinder and yell about how hes not single anymore and how his s/o is better than hers

overall it’s a rlly cute and sweet <3 although he’s a dumbass and definitely fucked up several times

#mars writing 🧈 #liz 🌹 #mars silly little mutuals <3 #the lunar chronicles #tlc #carswell thorne #carswell thorne x reader #tlc thorne #thorne x reader #tlc x reader #the lunar chronicles x reader #x reader

[pumpkinsy0]

ok big brain moment popping out once again

i wasnt rlly gonna post today but like i had this thought and now im sharing it to claim it as mine forever and ever mwahahahahah

anyways, the forst traffic light was invented in 1914, and darry was born in 1945 SO depending on how old u wanna hc the curtis parents as being when they had darry if u hc them to b pretty young, they wouldve had to grown up w parents who (generally a large portion of their life) didnt have to grow up w the rules of traffic lights or just traffic lights in general, if u hc them as being like middle aged or somethin in that range they themselves probably wouldve had to grown up w traffic lights not rlly being there n what not

and as we know before traffic lights were invented it was pretty much a death sentence on the road bc pretty much everyone was driving recklessly just hoping they didnt crash

and this leads me into this other hc that bc of the influence of not growing up w traffic lights rlly in his early youth/influential years he didnt exactly take them the most seriously, bc in the book im like pretty sure ponyboy said that it was a thing for his dad to just wait on the railroads and when a train was coming just take off as like a funny lil joke thing

so yea, ig u could say allat led to their deaths

ok goodbye i hope my math isnt off and if it is i still dont care xoxoxo

i didnt proof read this either im just typing this and hoping yall get it lol

#ponyboy curtis #darrel curtis #darry curtis #mrs. curtis #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs

[c-e-d-dreamer]

omg wait just realized you answered the plane one already. because I am evil I submit 🪦 instead mwahahahahah

I fully support your evil-ness. I hope you know this lol

🪦 if you had to turn one of your fics into MCD which one would you chose?

I mean maybe I could change Let Our Hearts, Like Doors, Open Wide into MCD and it's Mellie that's the MCD! Mwahaha! 😈 Just kidding. Can you imagine? I think I'd start an actual riot. I feel like people would threaten me for even considering harming a hair on that fictional seven-year old's head.

But seriously, I feel like the only fic that change would really work with is my Demon Nesta series. An alternate version where Cassian isn't able to save her soul. A version that truly conforms to the tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice.

But alas! That isn't the version that happened because I'm a slut for a happy ending 😇 she says after literally messaging the GC this week about a song inspiring a fic where Cassian dies

Send me a fic emojis ask!

#answered #ask game

[bella-donnie9000]

"////Wooowwww is that all she is? daaamn. maybe I should beat her up a little just to show you that she's an invaluable member of the team >:))))) " //WAIT NO IM SORRY

//MWAHAHAHAHAH

[emerysnonsense]

Hihihi sweet tea!!!

After my parent left today I went and took a nap in their bed and now I crave a bed even more

I can’t wait to get my bed and room and be able to actually sleep there again

Been playing Minecraft, contemplating life, staring into the void, all that good stuff

Oh! And yesterday work was chaotic, so stupid busy just ewwww

But yeyeyeye not much today so far

Started building my desk so hypeeeeee

Soon I can put stuff there likeeeee…..uhmmmm computer and art stuff and Astro potato light and my sun and moon plushies and stuff and thing and yeyeyeye s t u f f

But yes anywayyyyyy hope your day has been good and you’ve been doing well and taking care of yourself!!!!

Lotssssssss of platonic love to you sweet tea!!!!

Goodnight and sweet dreams sweet tea!!!!!

<333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333(not forgetting today mwahahahahah)

hi starshine!

late answer today

have been busy

it's weird being home alone tbh

I don't mind it, it's just never been multiple days at once

tomorrow I'll probably go to an event at the school I used to go to

might be fun

other than that there's not much going on here rn

it's kinda nice having you tell me about your day for a change XD

lots of platonic love to you too starshine <333333333333333333333333333333

#answered ask #starshine ✨

[emily-puppet]

I bought a broken Tiger electronics Sonic handheld and fixed it barley i guess now im waiting on a carbon solution from amazon just read the dang post.

"Why do such a thing?" you might ask.

Strap in this one is a doosy;

I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Plus i Think tiger handheld are actually rlly cool.

Same kind of cool all us poor kids from the early 2000's give VHS. Yeah we were only using it cause we were poor and we knew DVD was way better. but I'm not saying my childhood wasn't baller despite my developing gender issues unless you force me at gunpoint damnit!

So I found this one for 9 bucks. "Sonic is unresponsive, no buttons work"

I could tell by auction what was wrong already. Button contact failure most likely. But don't you worry I got PLENTY to say about that

So I wait like 4 days of postage (Emmie dont got that super ebay+ mega GOTY edition! Emmies got Emmie money (14 dollars :3333) to spend on Ebay damnit! premium shipping is no dice!)

So thanks to the weirdo in Milwaukie of all places for selling me the blue rodent :333333

So I wait until my Girlfriend Sylvia gets home and we hop In a discord call. She's like a thousand times smarter than me so she knows what type of connectors this thing has and knows how to fix em.

we Identified the game itself was fine, Screen is in good condition, Only smaller cosmetic damage was really a problem

The Smaller buttons worked fine. But presumably due to over-usage; the D-Pad and Spindash Buttons dont work.

So the problem?

Carbon Contact Pads.

Anyone whos ever repaired a Game controller knows about conductive Pads.

A small dot laced with a conductive material lathered on is mushed against a contact point. allowing for a binary OFF and ON state. What's the fix? Well first you try to Re-carbon and clean.

wipe off the PCB with rubbing alcohol and rub a pencil on the contact points. (I also took the opportunity to wipe down the plastic with Windex AKA God's (My) chosen Cleaner. )

And It Worked!

barley... You see the contact points were still degraded. So now I'm stuck waiting for a weird keyboard contact kit from amazon to arrive!

This stuff should make her good as new! So for now im stuck waiting for this to arrive. I just saw needed to post somthin Rnnnnnnn i havent used Tumblr at ALL for a while and its just like "Damn I really wanna post on tumbler" but hey I've got my life to tend to and stuff gets complicated like im moving out this year :p

Soon I'll be at my College prep summer program so expect more posts during that! For Now I slip back into hybernation! Mwahahahahah! :33333 Sorry for the ramblings

:3c

Goodnight :3

#tiger electronics #sonic the hedgehog #retro gaming #retro #nostaliga #nerd shit #restoration #retromedia #tech #2000s nostalgia #90's nostalgia #poor kid #catface

[yostresswritinggirl]

Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

Dainsleif SUPREMACY MWAHAHAHAHAH

@genshin-idiot : here's your Dainsleif content

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan

#genshin impact x reader #Dainsleif x Reader #Genshin impact #Dainsleif #genshin impact imagines #exile.goblet #exile.flower #exile.pocketwatch #gender neutral #art by @cwilock

[coxxxmo]

Vaunting

I am living the life of my dreams. I have no doubts or fears at all. I always manifest everything instantly. It always scares me how fast my manifestations come to me. I am always right when it comes to manifesting. I enter the void in less than a minute. I am the only one on the pedestal and absolutely no one can shake my belief in myself. I can change any circumstance I want in seconds. I can shift easily to wherever I want to within seconds. Nothing is impossible for me. I do not have to look for external validation as I have a perfect self-concept. I do not have to wait for anything or experience any kind of “time lag”. I am aware of the power I hold. I have confidence in myself as the only conscious manifestor. I never go back to my old story as I am aware it is dead. No, because my self-concept is so fucking perfect, it's just ughhhhh. I AM SO POWERFUL THAT I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO WAIT TO GET WHAT I WANT, IT JUST SHOWS UP THE MOMENT I THINK ABOUT IT. AND I'M SO SO GOOD AT MANIFESTING THINGS OUT OF THIN AIR, I'M JUST IN LOVE WITH MYSELF MWAHAHAHAHAH. I can easily manifest a perfect life IN MINUTES LIKE HOLY SHIT- IM JUST SO POWERFUL LIKE HOWWWW. I can also easily shift to whichever reality i want to super easily and get into the void in seconds. I love myself truly fr now. I really am the IT girl. Manifesting everything i want in simply minutes to seconds

Bonus points for confidence if you say this feeling yourself while listening to your favorite song hehehehehe

#law of assumption #vaunting #neville goddard #self concept

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the interesting request @crossmix ❤❤❤❤❤

MC Brought Gadgets from the Future

(Minus Sasuke because he is from the future dowh :B. Please assume that MC brought it to all of them with Sasuke's help. Why? Because it will be interesting. Let's make the impossible, possible. MWAHAHAHAHAH)

Nobunaga - Mobile Phone

Oh.

Hooooh.

Hm. Intriguing.

"So you can connect with people no matter how far they are?"

*Sends death threat to kasugayama castle right away*

+kaomoji and devil emoji at the end of his messages

Secretly message Mitsuhide to buy his konpeito so Hideyoshi wouldn't know about it.

Takes a selfie before a war. Or maybe when he stab someone.

Watches drama with it, and complains it has small screen.

Also, secretly takes a video when MC's not looking. Or maybe during their-- hm. Hmhmhmhm.

Hideyoshi - Tablet

Aaah~~ this is very convenient.

He can write his daily plan of the day..!

But wait-

The screen is big but why his daily plans doesn't fit one notepad?? It needs at least 10 to fill one. Sigh.

I'm so busy to take care of everyone dot com.

"*Groans* The keypad is too small!"

"How does this thing work again??"

"No, don't touch there Mitsuhide I can do it on my own! Who knows if you break it intentionally??"

"Of course I trust you (half of me) but MC will be furious if this thing is broken!"

Masamune - Polaroid

You can take pictures with this and it printed out in instant? Amazing!

*Binge shopping all the films, especially those with decorated frames*

20% of it is a picture of him and his vassals, his fellow lords, especially Hideyoshi's face when he is angry.

Not to mention his huge nostrils when he is angry.

HAHAH.

+Ieyasu's butt before and after it was smacked.

+His expression before and after it was smacked.

MC wonders how he could take it quickly despite not using a phone.

And then another 80% is his Kitten a.k.a MC.

Her smile, her cute moments, her shy expressions, her blushing face, her moments of changing into her lingerie, and most importantly her boob--

*Polaroid is confiscated the next day*

Mitsuhide - Airpods

Hmmmmmm.

Nice ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^).

Hooh? It's like something that you can cover your ears from all the noise but it gives you music.

This is perfect.

Ah speaking of the devil.

"Mitsuhide this is where you are!!"

"Wait, wait, dear friend. Just a moment."

*Puts airpods on*

He likes it. So much.

Such an hour of bliss he gets for the day of nothing but music with Hideyoshi's nagging-- mute version.

"Ehem. Uhuh."

He nods and nods, to the music. But NOT to the latter in front of him who is wheezing from his own lectures.

"..I... Need to drink water."

"Oh? Has it ended? I don't mind you lecture me for another hour 😏."

Ieyasu - Laptop + Internet

"It's not that I'm interested but this internet thing assist me with medicines. And herbs. And.. *small voice* shopping for Wasabi's dresses."

And also to set MC's picture as wallpaper with 1920 x 1080 resolution.

Hngh.

Anyway-

Back to medicines.

As if.

He googles on "How to Kick Someone Off the Stairs without Being Caught" and "How to Make Someone Eat Carrot without Being Caught" and "How to Decrease my Contrary Side" and "How to Survive from A Sugar Rush Dragon, Satan Snake, Cabbages, and Satan of 6th Whatever Hell."

Also, "Why Is My Girlfriend so Cute and I Can't Hold it Back".

Mitsunari - Electric Hand Fan

"Waaaaaaaaaaaa OAO~~~~~"

"Mitsunari! Again?? Stop playing with the fan and sleep! It's in the middle of the night! SHEESH!!"

"Hehehehe I'm sorry Hideyoshi-sama! Ever since MC taught me how to play it like this, I can't seem to stop (❁´◡`❁)!"

"You- that-- UGH!"

"Now, now, lad. Isn't that much better than him reading a book until the next morning?" Masamune followed after Hideyoshi to rest for the night, leaving Mitsunari with his fan.

Of course, it is much better. He even brought it to the battlefield, using it even when they are discussing for the battle tactics;...

Until the maps were blown when he accidentally pressed the highest power.

+Nagged by Hideyoshi and Ieyasu too.

And there's one time when he entered Ieyasu's medicine room,

He made all the mixed herbs blown all over before Ieyasu could arrange it into its bottles--

Which earned him super 'cow-lick' hair all over his head that night, as Ieyasu use the fan to mess with his hair.

Kenshin - Language Translator Device

He stared to the small thing in his palm.

This?

Can translate a language?

Hmh. As if he deals with those barbarians.

"But sometimes you can't understand Sasuke's language, right?" - MC

That hit him.

Oh.

Yes.

More reason to stab.

"Let's try it, shall we? I heard this word from one of the Chinese women foreigners few days back..!" Shingen clears his throat before pressing the button and says "Wo Ai Ni".

Translated : I love you (Japanese)

Kenshin:

Shingen:

Kenshin:

Shingen: Uhhh- *stabbed* Ow.

*later*

Sasuke, who happens to be walking down the hallway, braced himself when he saw his Lord. "Ah, Kenshin-sama."

"..Sasuke. Get ready so I can kill you."

"(English) GOD DAMN."

Translated: GOD DAMN (Japanese)

Sasuke: Oh. I forgotten MC brought that here (´。＿。｀).

*Scene of chasing begins*

Shingen - Drone

Ooooooh.

It can fly?

And you can view things from the camera attached to it?

Hm. Hm.

*Instantly use it to view the town as a whole, taking notes of the dessert shops for him to stop by later*

*Move it to fly when Yukimura was taking his bath + gets a girlish scream when it takes picture of his *beep**

Shingen: Ah, my Yuki has grown up uwu. But he can't won mine. Heh.

Also Shingen: *Sends the drone to fly all the way to Azuchi and attach a note on it for Nobunaga with*

"You Suck Too."

+With bear emoji at the end of the message.

Yukimura - Webcam

W h a t.

This is like your eyes that can view things no matter how far you were? And you can view it no matter how small it is, and no matter where you put it??

That's-

Some kind of a creepy stalker.

Modern days scares him. For the love of--

Wait what? You can pair it with a microphone so you can talk to the person?

.....

*BING*

Meanwhile, Shingen who has just gone back from the town:

"Heh. It's really hard to get this limited snack from foreigners. Now I shall hide it here~~~"

But before he could put his beloved snack in his secret drawer...

"AHAH! SO THAT'S WHERE YOU PUT IT OAO!"

Poor Shingen nearly fainted with a foam in his mouth.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku mc #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku yukimura

[rosyfingereddawnn]

you really had to break my heart like that w the ending of black rose didn't you? 😭😭😭 I still think about it to this day!!

as for my question, what inspired you to write heart of gold? love you wifey 😘

hello wifey!!!! love you so very much and thank you for the ask :)

mwahahahahah 😈 i really did have to do that, and i guess i’m a Little sorry :) just wait till the ending of heart of gold ;)

speaking of, i’ve always been a fan of the victorian/edwardian era and the balls/manors/cool dresses aesthetic, and i was actually reading up on edwardian creativity? music, art and of course, theatre. then i was like “hm. robert would be such an amazing edwardian actor!!! hmmm let’s write it.” then i wanted some conflict and i’m a big fan of the forbidden love trope, especially with a period piece, so enter florence, stage left :)

(also i could use all the flowery descriptions i want hehehe)

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Cry Me A River – Zig X Scarlett (MC) (Part 1 of The Sweetest Thing Series)

SUMMARY: Scarlett (MC) finally tells Zig about her investigation, but his reaction wasn’t what she expected.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Teen

WORDS: 1859

NOTE: Hey guys! After so much fluff, it’s time to make my OTP suffer MWAHAHAHAHAH. This series is my POV of what should have happened in The Junior after chapter 11. English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

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You were my sun

You were my earth

But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no

So you took a chance

And made other plans

But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no

(Cry Me A River – Justin Timberlake)

               Still unable to hold back the tears of fear and regret, Scarlett reached the apartment and ran to the bedroom. She found Zig sitting on the bed, reading, and he was startled when he saw her in a hurry.

               _Scarlett! What happened? – he saw a spot of ash on her cheek, blurred by her tears.

               _Zig…I need to tell you something. I can’t take it anymore… - she sat on the bed in front of him and blew everything about the events of that year, from the prank with Claire to the burning house that night. Zig heard it all, an unreadable expression on his face.

               _So, you knew who the person behind that change with my grades was, and you didn’t tell me? – he sighed – I thought you trusted me, Scarlett.

               _Zig, I trust you! – she cried again – but I was afraid of what could happen to you and our friends if I told you everything, Beau could come after us!

               _And you didn’t think we could keep this secret? – he snorted – if we all worked on it together, don’t you think he’s the one that would be afraid of us? Maybe the pranks could have stopped with the forks!

               _You don’t know Beau, he’s a psycho!

               _Of course I don’t know, you never told me anything about him! – Zig got up to walk side to side in the bedroom – I still don’t understand why you thought I couldn’t know – Scarlett started to feel desperate. She tried her best arguments, but he still was irreducible.

               _Zig, please, listen. I was afraid. At first, I thought I could do it all by myself. The fork prank happened almost a month before the other pranks. And since Chris received a new chance to talk to the managers, I put that aside. But then those bad things happened with Kaitlyn, James, Becca and you, I needed more proof that they were all linked…

               _And why couldn’t I help you with that? – he said slowly, looking down at the floor.

               _I know I should have trusted you more. I’m so sorry about that, Zig. But I’m used to acting alone. I didn’t want to bother you with this stuff…

               _Bother me? – he looked directly at her – weren’t you the one always willing to help people? Were we bothering you with our stuff?

               _God, of course no! – she got up abruptly – you know I’m always here for whatever you need, Zig…

               _And you never understood I’d do the same for you! And since you act alone, like you said, you don’t need me – she started to cry again.

               _Don’t say it! I need you now more than ever! – she took his arm, but he didn’t move – Beau have me in his hands, I can be arrested if he shows that video to the police. And if he’s something like Nathan said, he’s unstable, and he can do it even if I don’t say anything.

               _Nathan?

               _Yeah, the president of the Alphas. He knows Beau better than anyone and what he can do.

               _And did you rather trust this guy Nathan, who you only knew a few months than me, your boyfriend a year and a half ago?

               _It’s just because he knows Beau, he could give me more information and watch him for me, just that.

               _Are you sure it’s all that? – he arched an eyebrow, and she drew back.

               _What…what do you mean? – her eyes widened – Zig, I swear he’s just a friend, we’ve never done nothing!

               _Yeah? And that night you spent at his house? You told me you slept in his room.

               _And he slept on the couch, Zig!

               _Now all makes sense! All those days I asked you to stay here with me... - he sighed. She was even more scared with his accusations.

               _No, no! I wasn’t with him, I swear! I was investigating, alone!

               _How can I know you aren’t hiding something from me again, Scarlett? – he ran his hands through his hair – I…I don’t know if I can trust any word you say…

               _Zig… - she reached him again, crying intensely – I may have made a lot of mistakes, and hid something big from you, but I was always loyal to you. You’re the only man in the world to me.

               _And that’s the way you treat the only man in the world to you? – he raised his voice, angrily – lying? Hiding secrets? Exchanging him for people you barely know?

               _I’m so sorry, Zig! – she shouted – if I could go back in time, I’d do everything different, I didn’t mean to hurt you!

               _But you can’t, Scarlett, and you hurt me – he snorted and picked his pillow and a blanket – I’m going to sleep on the couch. You can have the whole bed for you. I believe that is not a problem, since you did the same to me – he left the room and closed the door. Scarlett sat on the bed, still not believing what happened, and the tears left her eyes easily. She really hurt him. That wasn’t a fight like they had before, because of his callings to his family, or open cabinets doors, or dirty dishes in the sink. That was much more, and scary. She lay on the bed, still dressed up, and had a chaotic night, almost unable to sleep.

               On the couch, Zig looked at his phone, and the texts he sent to Scarlett that night she spent at the Alpha house were still there.

She only responded during the morning, when he was finally asleep, after staying up until two in the morning waiting for her. She preferred to stay in that house with people that weren’t her friends than to go home and fix things with him after their argument. And it was from that day on that she began to hide things from him. He still couldn’t believe what she did. It wasn’t for this Scarlett that he fell in love. That girl was always honest with him, she wouldn’t hide something so serious. He didn’t recognize her anymore.

               The next day, Scarlett woke up with a headache from the previous night. She turned on the bed, hoping maybe Zig was there, but he wasn’t. She left the room and found him facing the living room window, looking out.

               _Good morning, Zig – she said, and he turned to her, and she could see a cigarette in his hand. It had been a long time since she’d seen him smoking. She remembered when he said he only smoked when he was extremely nervous.

               _Good morning, Scarlett – she approached him and gave a kiss on his cheek, but he didn’t kiss her back, as he usually did. She pulled back a little frightened, but understood that he was still angry with her – there’s coffee in the kitchen.

               _Thanks, I’ll need it – she went to the kitchen and picked up a mug. While she filled it with coffee, she thought she’d never seen him so cold and disdained with her. She returned to the living room and this time he was leaned against the window, facing her.

               _I need to tell you something – he sighed deeply, looking to the floor as she took a sip from the mug – last night I talked to Chris. I’ll stay in his place for a while – he was interrupted by the sound of something breaking. He looked up and saw the pieces of the mug and the coffee spread out in front of her feet. Then he looked at her scared expression.

               _For a while? – she stammered, trembling.

               _Yeah, then I’ll look for the college dorms – he refused to look at her again because he knew she would be crying again.

               _Are you…are you breaking up with me, Zig?

               _I need some time to assimilate things…

               _Are you breaking up with me? – she repeated, searching his gaze.

               _I…no. I don’t know. I just need a break.

               _A break from me?

               _A break from your lies and secrets, Scarlett – Zig finally met her wet eyes, and Scarlett walked over to him, holding on his arms.

               _You don’t love me anymore? – she looked at his face, but he turned to the side.

               _Scarlett…

               _Look into my eyes and answer: you don’t love me anymore? – as she requested, he looked deep into her eyes.

               _I love you, Scarlett. But not this Scarlett, who doesn’t trust me.

               _I know I’ve done awful things, and I’ll regret it until the end of my life – she sobbed – what can I do to make you forgive me?

               _I need a break, Scarlett – he repeated, taking her hands off his arms – I was just waiting for you to wake up to pack my things – Zig walked toward the room while Scarlett stood in the middle of the living room, refusing to believe his decision. He was trying his best to contain his tears too, but while he was grabbing his clothes from the wardrobe, he could hear her sobbing while she picked up the broken porcelain and wiped the floor. At this moment, he couldn’t take it any longer and cried as well. He knew it was hard for both of them, but seeing her suffering was too much for him. He began to doubt if this was the best decision, if he should go back into the room and sweep her into his arms, saying that he would stay, but she didn’t think of him when she decided to hide things. He picked his bag and left the room. Scarlett was sitting on the couch, her hands covering her face and muffling her sobs. She saw Zig and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

            _Zig, please, don’t do this…

            _Scarlett, don’t make things worse…

             _Please, don’t leave me, I love you…

             _I made my decision, and you need to respect it, please – she let her arms fall beside her.

             _Well, okay… - he took her hands.

             _I’m sorry, but I don’t see any other alternative – he sighed and released her hands. He took the key on his pocket and opened the door – be safe, Scarlett – Zig locked the door and could still hear her cry, making him cry all the way until Chris’ apartment, too. Scarlett went back to her room and found one of his shirts in the laundry basket. She picked it up, sniffing the fabric, feeling the scent of his favorite cologne mixed with his own scent, that only she could feel. Holding the garment, she lay on the bed, and cried for the rest the day. Her heart was broken in a thousand pieces, and she only had herself to blame.

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