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ieppiq · 2 months

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(City Corvus)

An EP about how two lovebirds named Emma (19) and Lias (21) came to become close friends and confess their romantic feelings for one another.

I - I made music... Tried storytelling through sound. If y’all like romance, some drama and pining... this for you? Would love to hear thoughts and interpretations. (there are individual summaries connecting the ‘storyline’ for each song btw - for anyone interested/curious).

Tagging some peeps randomly (no pressure to interact): @talesofsorrowandofruin , @mjmnorwood , @thinkdrinkandsink , @ettawritesnstudies , @redotter , @misswriteress , @endless-plotter , @winnieleighwrites , @naps-tries-writing , @hippiewrites , @athenswrites and @kspendragon . Thanks for reading.

#SoundCloud #music #City Corvus #storytelling #pop #guitar #original story #beginner #amateur music #ukulele #s.k's stories #ep #synth #creators on tumblr

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skhardwarevers1 · 29 days

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a bit late to be saying that now isn’t it?

I don’t know if this counts as “fanart” or my subconscious brain making everything a reference, but I was thinking a lot about how over time we grow to have (sometimes) WILDLY off fanon versions of characters and the first one I thought of was Soul

there is a bit more of a story behind it though, which I would like to share if you would do me the pleasure in reading [also yes that story is related to this]

So I’m gonna keep this part of my story short and simple. I was in an art museum and some things happened that caused me to get heavily distracted in the art surrounding me, and let my thoughts wander to any place but myself. Being surrounded by so many paintings with distinct styles really brought back some long forgotten inspiration, and I started drafting my mental version of this painting. I’m not sure when it changed from a thought about my situation to thoughts of Fandomization of characters but that’s what happened. something in me got stuck on how blatantly mischaracterized the Jashlings are, and I know that’s just a thing that happens in a fan space, ideas go around and come around and you can’t quite place an origin to many of them. That’s what got me to Soul. for the longest time, I’ve found myself relating to all three jashlings, heart the most obviously based on my pfp—but there’s always been something that drove some strange artistic sense in me when it came to Soul. So when surrounded by art that artistic sense came out of hiding. The second I got home I picked up my pencil and started going away at this—not really caring if it was accurate enough to be “fanart”

the reason I used the mask is because it feels like there is a realer version of Soul (or any of the three) hidden beneath it, but we covered it away over time and made it almost impossible to say something meaningful that goes against the performing mask we’ve created (hence the stitches mouth). I put a small faded trident on there as a sort of “mark”, ensuring whoever may be viewing that it is indeed him, despite the mask.

they say the eyes are the window to the soul, you know. So you can see the extremely basic thing I did there. Go me! Basic references!

The title is just my response to people now calling out how far we’ve gone. Because, It’s a bit late to be saying that now isn’t it? It’s hard to undo just over a year’s worth of shared ideas. I’m not saying it’s futile, I’m just saying it’s rather late.

so….do with that information what you will! I will let society decide if this is a good painting and take, or if I shall be publicly humiliated and stoned tomorrow in the center of town

#S.K draws #My little story devolved into me explaining every little thing in the painting and my take on what it means oh well #Art is interpretive if you choose not to read it come up with your own meaning #Compound yours and mine—it’s how we’ve operated so far isn’t it?#Chonny Jash #cj soul

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bones4thecats · 3 months

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When Their S/O Meets Their Family

Type of Writing: #4 - Poll Result Characters: Manjiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Souya Kawata, and Hakkai Shiba Family: Sister (M.S.), Mother and Sisters (M.T.), Brother (S.K.), and Sister (H.S.) Name: When Their S/O Meets Their Family Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: For Hakkai's part, it only features Yuzuha meeting the reader because of how Taiju is an abusive a-hole to them. Anyways, have fun reading this!

Slight spoilers for: Black Dragons Arc

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🍡 Mikey is very close with his family, and everyone who has ever met him knows this

🍡 When you first met Mikey, he no doubt wanted you to meet his sister, Emma, because he knew that she would like talking to his brother's S/O

🍡 He introduced you guys to one another a couple weeks after your relationship began, in which he just rode up to your house and asked you straight-up if you wanted to meet someone important to him

🍡 You hopped on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and rode with him from your home to his to meet this person

🍡 Mikey has told you all kinds of stories about his family, from his late older brother Shinichiro to his younger sister Emma

🍡 His bike came to a stop in front of a Dojo, it was his family's, the same one that he was raised in and technically adopted his sister, Emma

🍡 He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the doors, announcing his and your arrival loudly for someone to hear

" Emma! You here? " " Yeah, oh! Who's your friend, Mikey? Is this your S/O? "

🍡 A youthful girl walked out from around the corner of the hallway and looked into the Dojo-themed room, her yellow eyes stared into your (E/C) eyes and she smiled

🍡 Introducing herself, you learned that this was Emma Sano, Mikey's younger half-sister, specifically her father's mistress' child

🍡 Unfortunately for Mikey, you and Emma bonded so much that you were pushing Mikey's affections down a peg, meaning you were ignoring him slightly, prompting him to start pouting

🍡 Why was his family such good conversationalists?

🪡 You have heard millions upon millions of stories of Mitsuya's younger sisters, Luna and Mana, and his mother

🪡 He has wanted you to meet them for so long, but, since his mother worked late and normally wasn't given many breaks from work, he hasn't had any time to actually set up a meeting

🪡 Both thankfully and not thankfully, his mother was given time off, only because she had gotten sick

🪡 Mitsuya was putting in a lot of effort to helping his mother get better fast, so, when you called and he explained the situation, he was shocked when you said you were coming over with some soup

🪡 He tried to protest, claiming he didn't want you getting sick, but, you protested his protests (omg i've never typed that word that much) and you hung up after telling him you'd be there later that day

🪡 Mitsuya sighed and and laid the phone down, you really were a stubborn person when it came to things like this

🪡 When he heard the sound of his sisters yelling that a person was at the door, he got up from the kitchen stove, where he had a tea kettle and opened the door

🪡 You held out a tupperware filled with a reddish-orange thick liquid, he was guessing it was the soup you had made, probably tomato

" Love, you really didn't have to do this. " " Well, I can't have my future mother-in-law staying sick for long, now can I? "

🪡 Your boyfriend directed you to his mother's room while his sisters played in the living room, and when his mother saw you, she smiled and laughed, teasing her son

🪡 He smiled lightly as he handed her a spoon and laid the smooth-vegetable soup in her hands, before wishing her health to reach her and leaving the room with your boyfriend

🪡 This may have not been the most ideal way for you to meet his family, but it did remind him of why he loved you, you're an amazing person with an amazing heart

💢 If you met Angry, you no doubt were destined to meet his twin brother, Nahoya, or Smiley

💢 Angry has wanted you to meet his brother for a while, but, his brother could be quite a lot to take at once, and he understood that, he grew up with him for Pete's sake

💢 When you called his home one day and Smiley picked up, he pretended to be his twin brother, since he obviously wasn't gonna step up to have you meet him anytime soon

💢 He snickered once you hung up, bidding goodbye, and he began to start laughing, though he attempted to hold it in, his brother was in the next room after all

" Who was that? " " Oh, just a spam. I decided to prank the scammer, it was fun! "

💢 Angry was relaxing on the sofa, messing around with a plush you had gotten him a few days prior, by what he knew, they weren't expecting any guests, especially ones after 5:00pm

💢 When he opened the door and saw you standing there, his eyes widened and he cocked and eyebrow, asking why you showed up unannounced, and when you replied with how he asked you to come over for dinner that night, he connected the dots

" That must have been Nahoya, my brother... " " Oh! Now I'm embarrassed, I can't even tell my boyfriend apart from his brother. " " Not by voice, no, but, you'll definitely tell us apart by our physical features... "

💢 Nahoya jumped out from behind the corner and hugged you, saying how happy he was that he could finally meet the person that his brother raved about when healing or resting

💢 This was gonna be a long night...

☄️ I'm gonna layer this on very thickly, he does not want you to meet his older brother, he's a sadistic man by heart, and he doesn't need you to suffer from his cruelty

☄️ Hakkai wanted you to meet his sister, yes, but, due to your busy schedules, he couldn't seem to find the perfect time where Taiju and Yuzuha were apart

☄️ So, whenever you guys had met up to hang out, he normally led you to your home and away from his, he didn't need any trouble now

☄️ But, when you came to his house unannounced, he froze in place

☄️ Oh God, why were you here now?! Taiju wasn't in the brightest moods by what Yuzuha told him, and he didn't need to risk your safety like this!

" Hakkai! Who's at the damn door?! It's takin' you forever! "

☄️ You cocked and eyebrow as he yelled out to the male how it was someone he needed to speak to outside for a few minutes

☄️ He ushered you back outside the doorway and stood with you outside his home, and he sighed, knowing you were gonna ask him a ton of questions on what was going on

☄️ Hakkai slightly teared up as you asked what was happening, and, when he just told you that they had some 'familial bonds' that were kinda rusted over, you groaned, knowing he was lying

☄️ Instead of pushing salt into the wound, you hugged him, allowing him to sigh and wipe his tears away as the door opened

☄️ He swung around to shield you as a young girl walked out, she had light-orange hair and piercing amber eyes, and when she saw you she tilted her head

" Who are you exactly? " " I'm- " " This is the person I've been telling you about, Yuzuha. Y/N, this is my older sister, Yuzuha, and this is my S/O, Y/N L/N. "

☄️ Yuzuha smiled and held her hand out for you to shake, saying how she figured he had an S/O with how cheery he was whenever he hung up the phone sometimes

☄️ Hakkai got flustered and tried hiding his face as you and Yuzuha exchanged stories about Hakkai being a dork as he mumbled about how you guys were 'ganging up on him'

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Rev #Tokyo Manji Gang #Toman #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #Tokyo Rev x Reader #Tokyo Manji Gang x Reader #Toman x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Manjiro Sano #Manjiro Sano x Reader #Mitsuya Takashi #Mitsuya Takashi x Reader #Souya Kawata #Souya Kawata x Reader #Hakkai Shiba #Hakkai Shiba x Reader

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taones · 1 year

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If You Can Hold On (3) - A.A, S.K, S.D

rewrite of the third part of the series (first and second parts here and here, original series on my masterlist) enjoy <3

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, arguments, swearing, general stress tbh, my horrible attempt at writing purposefully cringe flirting, mildly suggestive, very brief editing and spellcheck so

You sniffed as you stirred, pulling the soft fabric underneath your cheek further into you. It smelt like sandalwood with a hint of coffee and you were instantly reminded of Daichi. The man’s coffee addiction had become serious during his final year. You supposed yours would too, if you were in charge of Hinata. His scent was a big reason why you enjoyed stealing Daichi’s clothes so much. Gripping the fabric in your fingers, the underneath was oddly warm. The further you returned to your sleepy state, the less you found yourself caring about the odd warmth of your cushion, or the slow rise and fall of it under your head.

“Still sleepy, huh?”

Jolting, you snapped your eyes open. A strong heat flooded under the skin of your cheeks, you shot up. An action that brought the blanket that was covering you tumbling down your form, settling at your waist and exposing not only your body, but Daichi’s. You had heard several times from his partners that the man likes forgoing shirts when he sleeps, but observing it was a whole other story. Usually, when you stayed around, he was up and dressed before any of you and you never saw him without a shirt. It soon became clear why this was a good thing. The man was laying in the bed, under where you just laid, dressed in nothing but pajama pants and an unzipped hoodie. Honey coloured skin peaked out from the gap between the zipper, a toned and yet perfectly soft stomach just begging for you to reach out and run your fingers down it.

Shuffling from the other side of the bed alerted you to the other two presences in the room. Asahi was sitting against the headboard, the other side of where you had evidently slept last night. His curly hair was piled on top of his head and he had those damn reading glasses on, the ones that made him look just as intelligent as you knew he was. He smiled closed mouthed, obviously bemused at your shock, and waved with the hand that was currently holding his book. Sugawara was curled under his arm, on the far side of the bed - still snoring, of course. Koushi was the sleepiest of all three of you. Hyper, undeniably, but once he was asleep, he was down for the count.

Asahi slid a hand onto the thigh that was closest to him. His hands were large and calloused against the soft skin of your exposed thigh. Why you decided to pack shorts was a mystery to you. Especially now as you flexed the muscles, trying desperately to not squirm and pay attention to what he was about to say.

“We were gonna grab some breakfast” he explained, in an unfairly attractive morning voice,

“We passed a diner last night, probably swinging back ‘round to that”

“Once sleeping beauty wakes up, that is”

You smiled, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh. The three of you would have an easier time herding cats. Asahi’s hand slipped off of your thigh. You tried to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine and desperately ignored the way you missed his touch as soon as it left. Getting breakfast together was a routine you were all well versed in. You had all spent the majority of weekends before your exams meeting in a small cafe near your homes to get waffles together. Simpler times, you guessed. You knew each others orders like the back of your hands, and you always got fed portions of their individual orders no matter how many times you went. The contrast between each order was evident and matched perfectly with each of them.

“I’m up for waffles”

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The diner was relatively busy when you got there. Of course, with Daichi’s team dad skills and Asahi’s somewhat intimidating stature, you had managed to secure a booth just fine. As tradition went, it was you and Asahi on one side, Daichi and Koushi on the other. Asahi trapped you against the wall with his broad shoulders, but you liked the security of it and this is something the others had very clearly noticed. You were almost 100% certain that the seating was done this way so you and Asahi wouldn’t comment on the obnoxious amount of chocolate and cream the other two piled onto their waffles.

Conversation flowed easily. You were too sleepy to even entertain the thought of your wallowing that morning, much rather preferring the simple reminiscing and idle chatter the boys filled the silence with. At one point you had said something that made Daichi laugh so hard that he had snorted his milkshake out of his nose. There was some hope that they didn’t notice the way you preened like a cat at getting the usually stoic man to laugh that hard. It was a beautiful noise, but his true laugh was rare. The dad-like chortle making way for wheezing towards the end of his laughing fits was enough to get even the most stone-faced of people to crack a smile.

You handed him a wad of napkins. He took them with both hands, lifting one to wipe his face and keeping the other firmly grasping yours. Your breath hitched.

Eventually, after the fifth time of Daichi wiping the wrong spot, Koushi grasped a few more napkins from your hands and wiped the remaining chocolate off of Daichi’s face. You held out another napkin for the silver-haired man's fingers, being met by his signature dazzling smile.

“What would we do without you, huh gorgeous?”

The bliss was interrupted by all of their phones pinging a notification simultaneously. Suga read the text and visibly grimaced. In an effort to protect yourself from the hurt, you cast your gaze towards the table. It was very obviously a group chat you were not on. The little bubble of joy you had experienced just moments prior popped sharply and it was if the room had dimmed under the morning sun. That was fine, they were allowed to be in chats without you, it wasn’t a big deal, it might not be their new addition, right? You repeated the question in your head like a mantra to calm yourself as you tapped on Asahi to let you out.

“I’m gonna order another drink” you mumbled, smiling brightly at the boys.

The last couple of seconds replayed in your head over and over, even while stammering out your drink order. It was slightly easier to hide your scorned feelings when you weren’t facing the cause. Your back was aimed towards the table of boys, even as you reached the coffee station and made a grab at a few paper packets of sugar.

The paper was flimsy in your hands, not aiding the clumsiness that was already plaguing you. The coffee was intended for Suga and the man liked his coffee in a very particular way. You counted out exactly two packets of white sugar, and one packet of brown sugar. E preferred the wooden stirrers, even when spoons were available, said they reached the sugar in the bottom of the cup easier. Of course, this was most likely complete nonsense but you couldn’t help but entertain the thought as you took yourself through the motions. You smiled gently at the routine and just how absurd it would look to anyone else. How were you supposed to explain the oddity that was Sugawara Koushi and his fantastical coffee routine?

A hand settled next to you on the coffee counter.

“That’s a lot of sugar for someone already so sweet looking”

Turning, you came face to face with a man a little bit taller than you, he had dark hair and a decently attractive smile. He was cute, sure. But he wasn’t quite as tall as Asahi, he didn’t have Daichi’s warm smell and his flirting was kind of wooden to anyone who was familiar with Koushi’s cheekier flirting. In your peripherals, you could see the inquisitive glances from your friends and you really couldn’t help yourself after that. Was it kind to lead someone on? Maybe not but you were tired of morality and interested to see how this would play out.

Giggling, you looked up at him through your lashes. Screw it, if you couldn’t have who you wanted, you were at least gonna have fun.

“Maybe I like sweet things, don’t judge” you mused, taking the wooden stirrer between your teeth.

The man leaned his other arm on the coffee counter, effectively trapping you against the cart. It was a move you assumed was meant to come across as sexy. However it just made you feel like you were a caged animal, cornered and ready to claw your way out of the situation. His hand retracted, holding more napkins than any one man could possibly need. The dark haired man shot you a wink and you forced out a smile in return, shooting a glance at your now empty table. The brilliant smile of the man in front of you began to fade, causing you to snap your head towards him.

“I’m so sorry, what was that?” you questioned politely, putting the clueless act on once again.

A throat was cleared next to you. There was really no denying how intimidating the boys were when they wanted to be. Daichi’s arms bulged from where they were crossed over his chest. It was a display that would usually make your mouth water, but only proved to further fuel your anxiety in the given moment. They weren’t scary to you of course, but the sharp glare Suga was sending the man as well as Asahi’s unimpressed look caused a flush of anxiety to run through you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Suga hissed at the poor man, who was now looking about ready to run.

“Sorry” the man stuttered, “I didn’t realise they were taken, know when i'm not welcome”

He put his hands up in a mock surrender and turned to leave.

“Wait, no i’m not-” you started, but he was gone.

They had, not for the first time, rendered you speechless. Embarrassment curled in your gut, bubbling up into something more volatile when you saw the satisfied looks they sported, eyes following the man back to his table. Disbelief didn’t even begin to cover the cocktail of emotions that were currently mixing within you.

If you didn’t leave, you were going to lose your temper very quickly. Chest heaving, you recentred yourself and spun on your heel, pulling your wallet out.

The lady behind the counter looked only mildly intrigued at the odd display that had just occurred in front of her. She curled a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you as if to ask if you needed a hand. It filled you with a certain sense of irony, that this random woman was more concerned as to your feelings at that moment than your actual friends, who had known you for years. You stuttered out an apology and slammed some cash on the counter, probably harder than intended. Then you promptly turned and marched out of the diner.

The mad scramble behind you was ignored in your attempt to walk to the car without bursting into tears, punching something, or both. You heard the protests in the background but they were muffled by the buzzing of rage in your ears. Fists curling and uncurling, you tried to think back to the last time you had gotten this angry. You had been plenty angry in the past, school was a difficult time for everyone, but the three men you had left in the diner were usually the first ones to calm you down. This was one of the only times they were the cause of your wrath. Most likely, they would also be on the receiving end of said wrath soon enough.

Kicking the dust of the car park, you watched as stones and dirt scattered away from you. You wanted to scream, hit things, throw yourself in the dirt and cry - anything that would take some pressure off of the crushing weight in your torso. The flame twisted and gnashed at your insides, growling and clawing its way up your oesophagus until it released itself in a small scream of frustration. Would things ever be simple for you?

Telepathy had never been a skill you particularly craved until that moment. There was no way of understanding what those three idiots were thinking. Even if you did know, you were doubtful it would soothe your frustration. You threw yourself on the ground behind the trunk of the car, yanking your phone out of the pocket of your jeans.

“Kiyoko” you seethed down the phone, “will you please come and pick me up”

She gave you the affirmative and set the loose time limit to her arrival. No doubt Yachi would be with her. You weren’t sure whether you would be able to deal with their romance in your face at that moment, but anything was better than being stuck in a car with Asahi, Daichi and Sugawara.

Jangling alerted you to the three men in question. They had obviously paid and were frantically looking around the cars to locate you. With any luck a sinkhole would open in the earth and swallow you whole before they spotted you.

Luck was never your thing.

The sky had opened up once again. It was almost beginning to grate on your nerves how much it had been raining this trip. The irony had been entertaining in the beginning, bordering on humorous how cliche it was. Now the weather you usually took so much pleasure in indulging in was maddening. You wanted to be angry with them for once, yell even. But the rain was washing your frustration away, leaving an empty feeling. A feeling that made you want to give up.

Your prayers went unanswered, the three men walking up to you in due time.

“What was that?” you questioned, voice resigned.

“What do you mean? He was flirting with you”

The sound of genuine confusion in Asahi’s voice made your food feel like it was curdling inside of you. You breathed out in disbelief, brows knitting together tightly.

“And just what does that have to do with any of you?”

None of them replied, taken back by your outburst. You stood abruptly and continued.

“You’re all dating! You literally have two boyfriends and I know you’re talking to another person. So really” you paused, “why the fuck does it matter if i don’t want to be alone anymore? Do I not deserve to be wanted? You evidently don’t want me”

Your voice cracked towards the end of your rant. Three pairs of eyes stared at you in disbelief. The hints of hurt mixed into all three was evident, but you felt like a bottle that had been shaken and the lid was off. You erupted once again. there was nothing more that you wanted than to be loved on purpose. it was inexplicably unfair that even unconnected attempts at finding a relationship had to be ruined by the three men in front of you.

“God it hurts, can you not see that? It hurts so bad. You won’t ever understand how much it pains me to be around you and see just how happy this new person is going to make you, knowing that’s not me? That hurts” you spat the last sentences, vitriol coating your words.

The storming sea inside you had calmed somewhat, leaving you to assess the damage your words had done. It wasn’t the most ideal way to confess your feelings but the weight that was lifted off your shoulders felt tremendous. The pain you were feeling was paralysing, stopping you from running like you desperately wanted to. It knocked the wind out of you, reducing your last statement to a pathetic whisper.

“I get you don’t want me around, but other people will. It’s not okay to take that away from me”

As if some God had heard your plea, Kiyoko’s tiny blue car sped into the car park just as you broke down crying. The womans tiny blonde girlfriend sped out of the car, catching you before your knees could meet the wet sand beneath you. Yachi cooed at you softly, placing her entire body in front of you as if to form a shield between you and the cause of your heart ache. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, eyes filling with sympathy at your curled up figure.

It was truly humiliating.

Kiyoki motioned for her to pull you into the car, stepping out of the driver's side herself and towards you. The dainty hands of the younger girl were soft and comforting, her rose scent filled your stuffy nose while she led your stumbling form to the welcome shelter of her girlfriend's car. The difference in posture between the two of you was like night and day. You were hunched over, protecting yourself from outside view. Your wounds were gaping, horrible open pits with your rawest emotions in the middle for everyone to gaze at and laugh. She wrapped a soft blanket around you, bandaging you up and keeping you safe in the backseat of the car.

There were muffled voices from the outside of the car, but the sound of the heater being cranked full blast muffled them. There was a lot of angry words, not quite yelling but scolding certainly. You whimpered at the noise, not being able to distinguish who it was. You were certain they would never want to see you again, let alone speak to you, after your outburst. If only there was a way to scoop all of your words off of the floor and shove them back down into your mouth. Daichi, Asahi and Sugawara had never been in love with you, you could deal with that fact. Them cutting ties completely would surely kill you.

A polaroid of Yachi and Kiyoko, perched on a wall and smiling at each other, was stuck to the centre of the car, directly above the stereo. It hung there, mocking you. You stared and tried not to think about how you would never be able to achieve that, not where it counted. In the end, it was easier to avert your gaze than confront what you couldn’t have.

Fuming, Kiyoko wrenched the door open and threw herself into the driver's seat. It was a miracle she managed to make even that look graceful. Her face was unnaturally contorted by an anger that was uncommon for her. It marred her beautiful features viciously. In staring at her, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. It was a distressing look to say the least. Your hair was messy from your own grip and the bags under your eyes had only gotten worse. What little effort you had put into your looks this morning had all gone to waste, either washes away or dampened under the rain.

Yachi stroked her hand over your shoulder and climbed into the passenger's seat.

Staring out of the back window as the car pulled away, you caught sight of the three you had left behind. Koushi was patting Azumane’s back from where he crouched on the ground, dragging large hands across his face. Daichi was beside them, head buried in his arms on top of the car. You blinked. They had no right to be upset, you thought. You tried to block it all from your mind as their figures turned into tiny dots in the distance. All the years of friendship, the lives you had built together and the dreams you had created - they were buried in the dust where you left them.

me: says I'll post part three the next day, also me: takes a week to post it. I'm not sure when I'll get around to posting part 4 but hopefully I'll remember to actually post it

#asadaisuga #asadaisuga x reader #haikyuu imagine #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu hurt/comfort #poly haikyuu

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emerald-dragonflame · 5 months

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Finally got my girl Amisha someone. Of course it’s the introverted blacksmith, lol.

With the ability to finally marry in Coral Island, of course I had to figure out who would go with who. And Amisha was probably the hardest.

In the beginning of her story, she very much has a Kuzko (the Emperor’s New Grove) personality. Spoiled rotten, kind of an asshole, and really only was nice to S.K. and Oak. That is, of course, until she met Rafael.

In the game, Rafael tends to the graveyard next to his and his brother’s home/shop, and usually spends most of the morning there. He’s very quiet and sweet and Amisha, for some reason, started to fall. Seeing him care for people long gone, she may have been an ass, and may have thought he was just a goody-two-shoes just trying to make people think he was a good person, but something about that intrigued her. Then learning that he was the forgotten one, the man silently ignored by almost everyone, even by his parents (this is canon btw), she realized that it wasn’t an act. And well…

Anywho, she’s also a dancer, and I have no idea if Rafael can or cannot dance (he’s Latino so you would think so but… meh), but I thought this would be a really cute scene. Fite me.

#my art #salt and light #coral island #coral island game #farmer oc #coral island farmer #oc #original character #coral island rafael #rafael sanchez #farmer x rafael #art #digital art #small artist #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #fan art

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joyswonderland1108 · 1 year

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Oh FFS

Seriously screw that stupid gvt who thought it was okay to exempt football players when they didn’t manage to get that world cup but refuse to exempt the boys for not getting a scammy

I would like for one person to tell me how tf did football players bring any recognition or financial support to the country, how on earth did they bring any honor to the country, how did they contribute to anything to make the country move forward and be known worldwide.

But then again am i surprised when it’s the same scum system as my country. You got money to pay to get you out of there? Use it. Oh you got money but you don’t like to use malice? Sucks to be you.

I’m not going to drop a name solely because i do like that artist after all, and i also have no idea how involved he is in all of this but, how on motherfucking earth did they manage to give him alternative service and the boy is over here living his life as if he’s not even serving, posting his outings on his IG stories when he’s supposed to be well.. SERVING?

And before anyone comes to me with all the bullshit about how i don’t get to have a say in this because “Military service is mandatory in S.K” shut yo ass up Military service is mandatory in my country too and i know how that shit works and i also know how exemption works, legal exemption that is, the one the boys deserved but the government decided to be sneaky about it. The one that was approved by about 60% of locals but decided to withdraw the public opinion because they were dead set on making them serve and use them at the same time.

When i tell you S.K and my country are the same..

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Okay I saw your fic behind the scenes ask game and I MUST know behind the scenes info for "So A Crazy Thing Happened At The Terra Bella Lodge"

Oh my GOSH I'm so excited to tell you all of it!!!!

First, obligatory link to said fic in case someone would like to read it! (But be warned-- I spoil everything below)

A couple of fun facts:

I can't remember for the life of me what exactly spurred this idea, but it's heavily influenced by Leverage and some of the more bottle-like episodes they've done. Very heist-y origins! Although I wish I was better at writing heists, because a Brooklyn 99/The Rookie heist would be the crossover fic of the century.

I spent roughly 15 entire hours watching episodes of Brooklyn 99 and clips of Jake and Amy so I could get their voices in my head, since I'd been on a Rookie spree and all I was hearing was Tim and Lucy, and while they're similar in some ways I needed to remember how to write Peraltiago! Pretty sure I've watched every single b99 clip that exists on Youtube

The inspiration for the Terra Bella Mountain Lodge is actually a real place!! It's a wedding venue in Estes Park, CO called the Della Terra Mountain Chateau. I've sadly never been there but it looked GORGEOUS, and if I ever get married, it'll be on my top 5 venue options for sure

I tossed around the idea of whether or not to have Jake and Amy's kids there with them, since it's kind of a romantic spot, but I opted for my own enjoyment of getting to write the kids instead of being realistic and keeping them in New York with Jake's mom or something

I listened to basically nothing except this chenford playlist I made, the whole time. music on repeat is very effective for my writing brain :)))

I had a couple deleted scenes where Jake and Amy solve the whole case from the minivan, then Tim goes and busts Lucy out by fistfighting 3 guards at once in a superhuman throwdown brawl, but I went back and added those scenes where Lucy saves herself like the queen she is since she was feeling a little too Damsel-in-Distress and not enough Badass Officer (Detective) Chen, and I'm SO glad I did. It's a better story for the grandkids ;)

Also, in previous drafts Raymond Reeves WAS the villain. I was planning him as the thief who wanted to steal some diamonds or something, but it just wasn't gelling with my brain. I think I rewrote all the scenes with him and Marcia about 27 times before I was happy with it.

SPEAKING OF THAT DUDE!!! This is one of my favorite BTS tidbits :))) Raymond Reeves' backstory is that he has about 10 aliases that he uses and for ALL of them, the initials are S.K. -- Sanford Kain, Silas Kearney . . . Because S.K. stands for Serial Killer. He was so guilty about what he did to his brother-in-law, that he purposefully branded himself forever, subconsciously hoping someone would put the pieces together and he'd finally be arrested and punished for his crime.

Vesa Wescott was always going to be in on the crime from the beginning, I just didn't decide exactly how until Ronan Reeves came into the picture :)

This is very easily the first fic I've fully drafted out from beginning to end, and it STILL changed along the way!

I threw around the idea of Lucy going into preterm labor during the snowstorm, but figured that was kind of cliche and scary and unnecessary, and I'd rather have her working the case with Jake and Amy than anything else.

Oh, and Tim absolutely breaks his no-Disneyland rule for the Peraltiago fam :))) But given that I've never been to Disneyland and have no idea what it's like, I don't feel qualified to write that fic . . . Maybe someday!!

So yeah, there you have it!! I hope you enjoyed this episode of behind the fic with yours truly 😄

[ask me about a fic!]

#katie’s sleep deprived ramblings #writing #the rookie #brooklyn 99 #so this crazy thing happened at the terra bella mountain lodge

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that-multi-fandom-hijabi · 6 months

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some more of my final english project thing

An example of good Muslim representation is Saints and Misfits by Morris Debut Award Finalist S.K. Ali. In Saints and Misfits, we follow the story of fifteen-year-old Janna, who struggles with fitting in at school and not feeling like "the perfect Muslimah" She also juggles her crush on Jeremy, a Non-Muslim, which is deemed by her Muslim friends as "haram", or not permissible.

"𝙵𝚒𝚣𝚣... 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚑-𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝" - 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜

Janna is also a practicing Muslim who believes in one God and follows other major beliefs (praying, dressing modestly, etc.) Saints and Misfits captures Muslim representation perfectly and is a great example of the things Muslim teens experience today.

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚈𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚏, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎..." - 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 ７

#the indented stuff is quotes i added #looks better in my visual essay lol

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ieppiq · 1 year

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- Inked Wings -

About

M.E.A (mutant extermination army) claimed they changed their beliefs, yet mutant deaths and their allies' demise never does cease. Angel is the face of The Rebellion, chasing after M.E.A's end and slowly forging a path to his own. Kinkade is a general of M.E.A; driven by pressure and love, he wants to lead his loved ones toward a beautiful future. Noel belongs to the world in between the respective conflict, attempting to manifest his grief into something of "significance". Will they achieve such aspirations? Should they chase these goals, no matter what?

WARNINGs: Fictional Racism, Violence, Mild Language, Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Loss, and Conflict.

! Updates every 8th, 18th and 28th on Wattpad and Inkitt !

#writers of tumblr #s.k's stories #writeblr #wattpad #inkitt

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tamrieldrifter · 2 months

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The White Fall Valley

In a valley at the foot of the White Fall mountain can be found an Imperial estate next to which has been built an Orsimer Stronghold. An odd sight. It would not be unreasonable to presume that the Orcs had taken advantage of the ongoing war and laid claim to an abandoned estate whose previous owners had either fled or perished. Or, more likely, with no effective Legion left to protect the province, these savage Orc’s had taken it by force. But as it turns out this particular clan had enough wealth to purchase the estate legally before attaching their stronghold and renaming it the Shurgak Clan Estate.

Orc’s settling in Cyrodiil is of course not uncommon, I’ve mentioned before about the Orsimer units within the legions I saw that scared even their fellow legionnaires. It is not unusual therefore for an Orc veteran to retire to the Heartland’s countryside on a handsome stipend; but rarely a whole tribe. I guess choosing to live so far away from Wrothgar they can avoid paying levies to the Orsinium King. The tribe themselves prove not to be very welcoming hosts, but I suppose with so many bandits and Banners crossing the mountains it is only natural for them to tip their weapons rather then their caps in greeting. Such defensiveness however does little to assuage the locals rumours that there is a horde of great wealth hidden somewhere on the estate.

At a lake to the west of the estate I meet a drunken artist and a surly Nightblade. Both have come to the secluded lake seeking inspiration for very different reasons. The Orcs of the Shurgak Estate come here also to fish and draw water, as does plenty of wildlife. Soldiers come here as it’s bridge is the shortest route between Farragut and Kingscrest, whilst pilgrims also make use of the crossing on their journey to the revered Temple of the Ancestor Moths to the North. All these disparate people and creatures whom share no connection or empathy come to this same lake, take what they need and return to their stories. That is until inevitably some selfish bastard will decide to build a fence around the lake. How can there ever be peace in Tamriel when we forget that Tamriel belongs to us all?

S.K

#690 #the elder scrolls online #cyrodiil #tamrieldrifter #eso #screenshots #esorp #rpg adventure #the elder scrolls #mmorpg

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renalord · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

FANFICS AND UPDATES!

here you can find all my fanfictions, drabbles, headcanons and more.

i write for a multitude of characters and fandoms, so dont be afraid to request or ask anything, requests are on my blog page.

masterlist is below the cut.

i write sfw / nsfw stories. each of my stories will have either “(sfw)” or “(nsfw)” listed next to the fanfic on my masterlist. it will also be mentioned on the story itself.

each story will have a summary and trigger warnings under the title, this is for your own wellbeing and safety.

feel free to suggest anything, although i WILL NOT under any circumstances write for rape/non-con, incest, adult x minor, abusive relationships between reader and the character, and anything else illegal. respect my boundaries.

my hero academia

one-shots

headcanons

attack on titan

one-shots

headcanons

jujutsu kaisen

one-shots

✰ — the letter d; with gojo satoru. (sfw)

headcanons

chainsaw man

one-shots

headcanons

demon slayer

one-shots

headcanons

haikyuu

one-shots

headcanons

✰ — s.r, m.i, b.k, i.h, m.a, t.r, s.k/t.k, t.s, y.h reacting to your ig post for the first time. (sfw)

genshin impact

one-shots

✰ — diluc and reader spend some time together at dusk. (sfw)

✰ — rosaria takes reader to a nice tavern. (sfw)

headcanons

honkai starrail

one-shots

✰ — jing yuan and reader relax under a tree. (sfw)

headcanons

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theahole · 1 year

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Best books I read in 2022 round up.

Books I read in 2022 that I am keeping because I want to read them again sometime, basically in size order. Not shown are cookbooks and one non-fiction about mystery authors. Also there was one very good book I read this year that I do not see myself reading again, so it has to go.

The list:

Delayed Replays, Liz Prince Silly Us, Ruby Elliot Will You Still Love Me if I Wet the Bed?, Liz Prince Serpentine, Philip Pullman Stars Beyond, S.K. Dunstall Not So Stories Gronk Vols 1-4, Katie Cook A Man & His Cat, Umi Sakurai The American Dream?, Shing Yin Khor The Legend of Auntie Po, Shing yin Khor Spelunking Through Hell, Seanan McGuire The Book of Dust, Philip Pullman The Secret Commonwealth, Philip Pullman What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher The Long Game, K.J. Parker Square³, Mira Grant Cryptid Club, Sarah Andersen Creepy Cat Vols 1-4, Cotton Valent The House in the Cerulean Sea, T.J. Klune Into the Windwracked Wilds, A. Deborah Baker Foxes in Love Volume 2, Tovo Kaartinen A Thousand Beginnings and Endings The Left-Handed Booksellers of London, Garth Nix Nettle & Bone, T. Kingfisher Seasonal Fears, Seanan McGuire Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir Snow Approaching on the Hudson, August Kleinzahler Jinx, Meg Cabot Where the Drowned Girls Go, Seanan McGuire Iron Widow, Xiran Jay Zhao Under the Whispering Door, T.J. Klune Crazy in Poughkeepsie, Daniel Pinkwater Alone Forever, Liz Prince Brothersong, T.J. Klune The Sky Done Ripped, Joe R. Lansdale Be the Serpent, Seanan McGuire Ducks, Kate Beaton Let Me Tell You, Shirley Jackson Worlds Seen In Passing The Sleepwalkers, Viviane Schwarz Bite + Subscribe, Sarah Graley & Stef Purenins

Pretty much a combo of used & "bargain" books with stuff I really shouldn't have bought but I NEEDED it.

#Books #reading #best of 2022

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ya-world-challenge · 2 years

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New Releases for October for the YA World Challenge

It’s time for the big New Releases dump for October! Keep in mind this includes Middle Grade books and a couple NA. Favorite covers this month? I think If You Could See the Sun is beautiful. I’m also loving Sparrows in the Wind, and Crown of Flames is unapologetically COLOR.

I’m honestly not sure I could decide on most anticipated as these are all interesting in their own way. LGBT historical Nothing Sung and Nothing Spoken catches my interest, and Mwikali and the Forbidden Mask is exciting because I haven’t seen much for Kenya. Which are you looking forward to?

🇦🇺 Australia

Dusty in the Outwilds - Rhiannon Williams Unnecessary Drama - Nina Kenwood

🇦🇹 Austria

The Empress - Gigi Griffis

🇨🇦 Canada First Nations

Weird Rules to Follow - Kim Spencer Inuunira: My Story of Survival - Brian Koonoo

🇨🇳 China

Strike the Zither - Joan He If You Could See the Sun - Ann Liang

🇩🇴 Dominican Republic

A Touch of Moonlight - Yaffa S. Santos

🇬🇧 England

Royal Blood - Aimee Carter Reader, I Murdered Him - Betsy Cornwell The Sevenfold Hunters - Rose Egal

🇫🇮 Finland

The Mystery of Raspberry Hill - Eva Krantz

🇩🇪 Germany

Nothing Sung and Nothing Spoken - Nita Tyndall Berliners - Vesper Stamper

🇬🇷 Greece

Sparrows in the Wind - Gail Carson Levine Magissa by Kassandra Flamouri

🇭🇰 🇺🇸 Hong Kong - America

New From Here - Kelly Yang

🇮🇳 India

Night of the Raven, Dawn of the Dove - Rati Mehrotra Crown of Flames - Sayantani DasGupta

🇮🇳 Indian-American

Drizzle, Dreams, and Lovestruck Things - Maya Prasad

🇮🇪 Ireland

Where I End - Sophie White

🇯🇵 Japan

The Empress of Time - Kylie Lee Baker Jasmine Toguchi, Brave Explorer - Debbi Michiko Florence Reckless IV: The Silver Tracks - Cornelia Funke

🇰🇪 Kenya

Mwikali and the Forbidden Mask - Shiko Nguru

🇱🇧 Lebanon

Shad Hadid and the Alchemists of Alexandria - George Jreije

🇳🇱 Netherlands

The Gardens of Dorr - Paul Biegel Tulips for Breakfast - Catherine Bauer

🇵🇰 Pakistan

Nura and the Immortal Palace - M.T. Khan

🇵🇰 🇺🇸 Pakistani-American

Bhai for Now - Maleeha Siddiqui We are All We Have - Marina Budhos

🇵🇭 Philippines

Marikit and the Ocean of Stars - Caris Avendaño Cruz

🇸🇦 Saudi Arabia

Love from Mecca to Medina - S.K. Ali

🇺🇸 United States

We Are the Scribes - Randi Pink The Nightland Express - J.M. Lee

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