#this was really fun ty for trading with me!!

[goody-goody-gunshots]

Desktop Dog for a trade with @segatoys ^w^

#desktop dog #01 #boy #it's a draw #art trade #this was really fun ty for trading with me!!

[sunarc]

Trading Places

A/N: So the ending was actually different to this but i wanted full on subby nanami lol but let me know if yall would like to read the alternative ending where nanami takes charge. Also @kentophilia heres some nanami for you babe

CW: being tied up, degrading, praise, sub nanami, cowgirl, reader really gets into it

Nanami had never been one to just completely give up dominance. Seeing him in a submissive state was like seeing a pig flying in the sky. It never happened, and he was content with it being that way. That is until you suddenly asked him to let you be in charge one night. Nanami’s eyes grew wide as if you’d just asked him to do the impossible.

“You want… to tie me up?” The question came out with a confused tone.

You looked down shyly but maintained a brave tone.

“Well, yeah,” you said. Your hands dragged softly down his chest as your eyes looked up to meet his dark ones. “I just want to try something new,” you smiled innocently. “Let me take the reins for once, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Nanami stared hesitantly. He’d never been tied up before, usually being the one doing the tying. His eyes looked down at your soft pleading ones, and he just couldn't help but fall into your trap.

Your touch was so delicate, leading Nanami to your shared room. You pressed gentle, reassuring kisses on his skin as you tightly tied his wrists together above his head.

“Are you okay?” You held his face gently in your hand.

You knew this was new for him. You wanted to have your fun, but his comfort came first before anything else.

“I’m alright, my love,” a soft smile played on his lips.

Your hands dragged down his body toward the bulge in his underwear. You placed wet kisses and rubbed his clothed bulge while you scanned his body. He was staring down at you with a dark gaze as his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He was getting desperate, almost needy, for you. He needed you to touch him—something more than a delicate touch blocked by fabric.

“Just-ugh fuck, I need you, love,” he grunted.

You chuckled at his idea of begging. Something about having him at your mercy left you feeling excited. You were in charge. You were the one making him beg now. You pulled his cock free from his restricting underwear. Your eyes grew wide at how achingly hard he was. The tip of his cock was a bright red as pre-cum slowly leaked down the side.

"Aww, you really do need me, don't you?” you smiled.

You licked at the tip of his cock, gathering the precum on your tongue.

“So tasty, even when you're desperate.”

Your hand moved in slow motion, stroking his cock at a pace you knew would drive him crazy. Nanami let out a soft groan as he bucked his hips upward into your hand.

“Don’t be a tease.” His eyes stared down at you with a warning look.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” you said with a devilish smirk. You licked a long, slow strip from the base of his cock to the tip, earning a deep moan from him.

You wanted to have a little fun while you could. This was the one time you could do whatever you wanted, and you knew by the time you’d be done, Nanami would make sure it was the last. You wanted to tease him as much as you could. You knew how much Nanami loved touching you, he loved the thought that his hands could have you writhing with pleasure. So why not show him how pretty you look touching yourself? You inched forward so that you were now straddling Nanami’s abs. You leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips.

“How bad do you need me, Ken?” Your voice was silky smooth as you asked.

“Real bad, my love. How about you untie me so I can show you?” He smiled into your kiss.

You hummed as a reply, "Mmm, I don’t think so. How about you beg for my pussy and maybe I’ll let you go?”

You leaned back, giving Nanami a full view of how your pussy was dripping for him. Your finger glided between your folds, circling around your clit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Ken. Look at how wet my pussy gets for you,” you continued rubbing slow, teasing circles. “Imagine if it were your tongue, slurping all my juices, letting it drip down your chin, tasting all of me." You dragged your words.

Your eyes looked down at Nanami's, who was so focused on the way your fingers dripped with your essence, massaging where he so desperately wanted his tongue to be. His tongue swiped against his bottom lips as he stared deeply at the way your fingers dipped in and out of your hole. The noises coming from you were like a symphony of the greatest composition of music Nanami had ever heard.

“Come on, love, untie me, and I promise I can make you feel so much better,” he grunted.

You knew Nanami’s touch would leave you shaking within seconds, but you didn’t want to end the fun too early.

“But I’m having so much fun listening to you beg for me,” you teased.

Nanami threw his head back, letting out a frustrated laugh.

"Darling, if you let me go now, I promise I’ll be somewhat lenient with your punishment,” he gave a faux smile.

You ignored his meaningless threat and continued a steady pace of pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You let out blatantly loud moans before slipping your fingers free to drag them to your mouth, licking and sucking the juices that dripped from them. You hummed at the taste of yourself, eyes closed, while you exaggerated a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, I'm sorry." You gave Nanami a doe-eye look. “Did you want a taste?”

Nanami was losing his mind at this point. He had been unknowingly rutting his hips upwards, wordlessly begging you to let him have you.

"Please, Angel, please can I touch you?”

At this point, he had completely given up his rough persona and was left vulnerable to you, pleading for your touch. His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled with the restraints. The tip of his cock was a bright red, practically screaming for you.

“I need you so bad it fucking hurts,” he said, completely losing himself. You smiled at this new Nanami that you had never seen before.

“It’s okay, baby, you can have me,” you spoke softly, finally pleased to hear him beg.

You leveled yourself above his cock and slowly began to sink down onto him. Nanami let out a deep groan at the feeling of your warm hole trapping him in. You lifted yourself up and down, moving at an achingly slow pace.

"Faster,” he grunted.

You frowned at his demand.

“Who’s in charge?” You asked, smiling menacingly at his angry face, covered in a deep blush.

He bit his lip, refusing to answer you still keeping eye contact. You circled your hips, making his eyes roll back as you asked again.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You said in a cocky manner.

You knew you were going to be a goner by the time you untied him, so why not make the most of it?

“Let me hear you say it, and I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

Nanami groaned loudly as you came down harder on his cock, smiling at how you had him blushing and panting for you.

“You’re so pretty when you're needy.”

Nanami bucked his hips upward with a groan.

“You don’t understand what I'm going to do to you when I get free,” he said, pulling on the restraints.

“Oh yeah? I guess I’ll just have to keep you looking pretty and tied up then yeah?” you smirked.

You bounced your hips up and down on him, moaning freely. Nanami’s chest dripped with sweat as he groaned your name, breathing heavily. You leaned down, wrapping your hand around his neck, squeezing softly.

“You like that?” you moaned “You like when I fuck you like this?” you asked

He turned away, closing his eyes as small grunts left him. You're not sure what came over you. Maybe the feeling of being in charge was completely taking over you, but your hand came down on his cheek, slapping him as you continued to ride him, picking up speed. He let out a gasp mixed with a moan as you continued bouncing on his cock. Your body was trembling with pleasure. Nanami wanted to hold on. To keep himself from giving you what you wanted, his submission. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His whimpers filled the room. He wanted to touch you, needed it. His eyes watched as your cunt slid down his length, dripping with your juices. He felt himself craving you more than anything in the world. He needed to have his hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your body along his length.

“Fuck- just please,” he moaned, yearning for you. His hips bucked upward into you, matching your thrust, as his eyes rolled back.

“Please what?” You asked as your hand came down against his cheek again, earning you a low groan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Nanami would never admit it out loud, but something about this bratty behavior of yours, slapping him and fucking him as if you were in charge was sending him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he let out a breathy whimper.

"Please, baby, please go faster.”

Your smile grew wide, pleased with his submission.

“Good boy,” you purred, “you like it when I ride you like this, don’t you? You like getting fucked like a nasty little slut.”

Your words were doing something to Nanami that he had never experienced before. His moans were flowing freely. His hips bucked upwards into you, matching your rhythm. You circled your hips down on him. Your nails dragged down his chest, leaving a red streak in their trail.

“Say you're my slut, Kento,no-scream it.” You bounced up and down at a faster and harder pace.

You felt something primal growing inside of you. Listening to the way this strong, beefy man whined under you, begging you to fuck him, leaving you feeling overwhelmed with power.

“Scream to the world how I fucked my submissive boy so good,” you moaned the filthy words.

You had never expected yourself to become so dominant and mean, but the feeling was so good. Nanami was a whimpering mess trying to contain himself, but between the way your hips slammed down onto his and the pain of your nails, he was stuck in a blissful haze. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to gain some of his former self back.

"Aw, come on, don't hide it." Your voice grew lower as you spoke. “I know how much you like being my little bitch now." Your hand came down to slap him yet again, and you were riding on a high of dominance that you never wanted to come down from. Nanami’s eyes burned with anger as he stared up at you. Nanami pulled on the restraints, his anger evident in how the veins appeared on his forearms. He was fuming with the desire to put you back in your place.

“You must really—ughh,” he was cut off by his own moan.

His hands squeezed into fists digging his nails into his palms. He was losing his mind with the feeling of pure lust taking all control. His desire for you was overcome by any need to be in charge. He let out shaky moans that had your eyes turning into stars. You were obsessed with this look. Sweat dripped down his body.his jaw hanging low as his eyes squeezed shut while a string of moans flowed from him. 

“Look at me baby” you moaned while your hand held his jaw in place to keep his eyes on you. 

This surge of dominance felt good. His orgasm was in your hands. You were in charge of his pleasure. You wanted to hear him beg, to hear him scream your name crying out for a release. 

“Please, please please please” he moaned. 

A smile crept onto your face as you listened to his pleas. You wanted to fuck him into a whiny mess barely able to comprehend anything but your cunt squeezing around him. 

“Please what?” You asked as your hips slammed down onto his cock “You want to cum?”

Nanami nodded his head desperately pleading for a release without words.

“Oh baby, I need more than just that. You know better.” You squeezed his jaw tighter as you slowed your hips to circle his cock. “Use your words like a good slut”

Nanami grunted at this new power dynamic. It was all so new to him but he’d be willing to do anything to make you happy. 

“Please can I cum? I need it so bad. I wanna fill your pretty pussy to the brim with my cum. Please baby please” he whimpered breathlessly as he bucked his hips up into you. 

He was a wreck, eyes rolling back as he trembled from the intense pleasure. He had been deduced to a cum hungry slut and you were loving every moment of him. 

“That's my good boy. Cum with me and make me proud.” you moaned.

His release struck him like a truck. He was trembling eyes rolling back as high-pitched moans he never knew he could make filled the room. The orgasm shared between the two of you felt so intense and overwhelming that you were left feeling weak as the two of you laid skin to skin catching your breaths. You moved to untie him and gently massaged his wrist. 

“How do you feel?” You asked with a soft voice. 

Nanami hummed and pulled you closer needing your warmth. 

“I’ve never experienced something like that” he whispered the words as if shocked by his own response. 

“Thankyou” you spoke “For letting me take control”

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Angel”

#nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami headcanon #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #jjk nanami #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen

[urrockstar-xe]

talk fast - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 14th, 2023 5:25 am

anon asked: hi! i have a request for a jj x fem!reader, i love your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe write something based off the song “talk fast” by 5sos? i feel like it could be very cute🤭 thank you!

i adore this song it's one of my top 10 favs of 5sos, also I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ty for requesting - xx

contains underage drinking an is kinda totally not following canon at all.

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The orange light from the fire lit up the point in that comforting way that only a firelight can. The smell of beer, sounds of laughter, and music all ignited that familiar buzz in everyone as the nighttime air filled your lungs. 

You were seated against the remains of a tree that had been presumably taken out by one of the more scary storms that tended to overtake the Outer Banks. Sarah was sitting on the log with her legs on either side of you, Kie had been sitting across from you both while you chatted about whatever had been going on with Rafe and that bartender. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure, turning to reveal JJ being pushed around by John B while they both laughed. You smiled before turning your gaze back to Kie, leaning your head against Sarah’s knee. The two girls shared a knowing smile before Sarah gently nudged you with her other leg. “You should go say hi to your boyfriend,” Sarah said in a teasing tone, only causing your smile to grow while you rolled your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled out, bringing your can to your lips while you spoke. 

“Look at him all bubbly next to Jb, he’s probably talking about how badly he wants to share some old knitted sweater with you,” Kie teased, her eyes not leaving the boys, who had both been too caught up in their own world to realize the three girls looking at them. 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” you asked, not being able to keep your laugh from escaping your lips. “You know like, a really big one you could share,” Kie continued, laughing some herself when Sarah joined you in your fit of giggles. 

“What up, ladies?”  The sound of JJ’s voice caught your attention, looking back in the boys’ direction to see them walking up to where you all sat. You all let out fake groans of protest at the sight. “Here they come, ruining our sacred circle of trust and girlhood,” Sarah joked, causing John B to shoot her a playful glare before responding, “Pretty shit circle,” 

John B took a seat next to Kie, JJ stayed standing, the smile on his face never leaving. “So, what’s the giggles about huh?” John B questioned, nudging Kie and earning a shove in return. 

“Just talking about JJ and Y/n sharing a massive sweater,” Sarah said, shrugging. JJ’s eyebrow quirked up at this as he smirked down at you. “Hey, don’t look at me, this was Kiara’s idea,” You said, putting your hands up in defense. JJ’s eyes shifted to Kie.

John B didn’t even try hiding the confused expression on his face when he asked, “Wait, like one that they’d trade back and forth or one they’d wear at the same time?” 

“One they’d wear at the same time” JJ laughed at Kie’s response. 

“Just an all-around bad idea” You laughed. “Hey, we’d look good in a big sweater together, goddamnit” JJ teased, he smiled as you laughed harder at his words. 

It didn’t take long for JJ to be whisked away by a bet of out-drinking one of the kooks, leaving just you four. “Seriously though you guys should just get together already,” John B said, downing the rest of his beer. You rolled your eyes at this. 

“Probably wouldn’t last,” you said, softly smiling at the boy, looking more so at the hat on his head than at his eyes. 

“You’re joking, right? He’ll take anything he can get from you,” Kie and Sarah both nodded in agreement. You stood up, smiling at your friends before gently shaking your nearly empty beer can. “I’m gonna go get another” and just like that the conversation was over.

You hadn’t kept track of the time all night but now the flames were bigger and you knew it had gotten later because Kie was now walking around picking up any and all of the discarded beer cans and red solo cups.

You felt an arm going around your shoulder, the familiar rings and bracelets revealing who it had been before he could get a word out. You smiled, “hey, J” 

“Hey there, pretty lady” He smiled back at you, “So I’ve been thinking about that sweater-” You threw your head back into his arm, groaning. “We still on this?” 

“Yes, and I think it should say something on the front”

“Oh yeah? Like what? ‘This is our get-along sweater’?” You smiled as JJ laughed. “Nah, somethin’ more unique than that, we can make a list of potentials” You nodded along as he spoke. 

“Yeah we should get right on that,” You teased.

You stood together, in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you looked up at the blonde. “Hey, can you give me a ride home? JB made Sarah laugh too hard earlier and now there's beer in my hair,” 

You laughed as JJ leaned down and practically inhaled your hair, only to confirm it did indeed smell like beer with a nod. “Yeah, c’mon” “You don’t wanna say bye to everyone?” “Nah, I’m staying with john b tonight so I’ll see him later, and we’ll probably end up hanging out tomorrow night anyway” You nodded in agreement and let the blonde lead you away and towards his dirtbike. 

It didn’t take long for you to be home, hopping off the bike you thanked JJ placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Hey, wait a sec,” JJ said, getting off his bike and walking the short distance you had walked already. 

You smiled when he put his hands on your cheeks, wrapping your own around his wrists when you looked up at him. “What is it, J?” he didn’t say anything, just softly caressing your face with his thumbs. He really didn’t have to speak at all, all he had to do was look at you the way he was now for you to be melting in his hands. 

Your gaze flicked back and forth from his eyes to his lips before you leaned up and closed the gap. “That what you want, Maybank?” you teased, pecking his lips once more when he smiled. “All I ever want,” You laughed at this, missing the feeling of his touch for a millisecond as he moved his hands to your waist, your arms instinctively moving around his neck. The way he mindlessly leaned toward you sent goosebumps up your arms. 

“This could burn and crash so fast, J” Your smile was less bright as you quietly spoke. JJ nudged his nose against yours, laughing softly when you happily placed another kiss on his mouth before he spoke. “I’d be okay with that” 

“Yeah?” “As long as I got you at some point, yeah. I’m gonna take what I can get, baby” He smiled at you. You laughed remembering what John B had said earlier. 

“You’ve always had me,” you said, ever so slightly shoving his shoulder, making sure his hands would remain on your waist when you did so. 

JJ’s smile only got bigger as he leaned down to kiss you again. “Seriously, J, I have to go wash my hair,” You said, laughing at how he chased your lips when you pulled back. 

“Just one more,” he said, pulling you in closer. You happily gave in to this request, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him what he needed before pulling away again. JJ let go this time making his way back to his bike. 

“See you tomorrow, baby” he winked, watching as you walked backward towards your house. “Only if you pick me up from work,” You responded, pointing at him with your keys in hand. 

“Anything for you,”

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank #outer banks imagines #outer banks x you #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #Spotify

[yandere-avatar]

Hello!, I hope your day/night is going well!, I thought of something to request and just wanted to shoot my shot lol!

- How about some headcanons of possessive yandere ty Lee?

- // oh and I just wanted to ask this in case your comfy with writing team up yandere scenario's if not I totally understand!-//

-Maybe a scenario where the fire nation squad/ zuko, Azula, mei and ty Lee are all yandere for the reader?

/ I totally understand if you don't vibe with these requests! No pressure to do them just wanted to stress that hgbgb, anyways have a lovely day/night :) /

I write Polygamous stuff, but I don't know if it's the best, but I can always try. This has been in the drafts since: July 14, 2022 [Almost a full year... I'm so sorry. You've probably forgot you requested this because it's been so long] (3rd oldest draft and oldest ask)

[Possessive] Ty Lee

She doesn't understand why you get so mad that she only wants you to pay attention to her

Granted multiple people flirt with her, but she always shuts them down

She watches you and uses her abilities to get to high places to see you

If you're a bender, she uses her Chi Block on you

She's very giddy and loves being with you

She loves partying w/ you and taking you places

She doesn't want you to meet her sisters, in fear of you comparing them to each other

She wants to be herself with you

She's ecstatic and always energized

She always defends you when someone tries to make you look dumb

Unlike Mai, she would trade the other nations if they kidnapped you, because she loves you more than anything else in the world

Though, she is like Mai in the sense she'll betray Azula, because she loves you more than she fears her

Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, and Zuko

You were at first with Ty Lee

Though, you two were never official

You two just bonded better than the rest of them

Zuko and Mai became protective over you, seeing you repeatedly get hurt

Azula just saw you as stupid and she liked humiliating you

Zuko saw himself in you and wanted to protect you from Azula

^Mai was jealous at first, but soon realized you weren't enemies, but friends. You deserved to be protected from the monster that is Azula

You love Azula, because you've realized that she's never really had love in her life [It's more out of pity]

You go with them everywhere, though this gets you a lot hurt

They always get you, but then Azula becomes a little more anxious about letting you come

Azula would never tell you, but she loves you more than anything in the world and that scares her

Ty Lee just thinks your fun, but she doesn't really form a complex feeling for you. She just likes that you're fun

Mai and Zuko see themselves as your protector, especially against Azula. They kind of act like your parents, but they're both distant emotionally, but you definitely open them up

The GAang [Katara, Sokka, Aang, and Toph]

Katara was the first to fall for you, but not the first to tell you her feelings

It's probably Sokka who tells you

But you don't take it seriously, because he's a flirter

Toph is mean to you and is kind of like a big bully

Aang is nice and treats you like he's known you forever

You both just click so well

When Toph and Katara fight, you are brought into their fights, because they want you to be on their side

"I think Sokka is calling me-"

You don't want to catch that smoke

You're probably the most scared of Katara, she reminds you of a scary mother, but don't tell her, because she wants you to see her as a lover not a mother

It took you the longest to get close to Toph, because she has walls up and it's hard to get them down

You bring up her being blind and she get super angry and you quickly blush in embarrassment

^ You do try and watch it and be more considerate of her, but she also doesn't want you to treat her different. Just treat her like the rest. Once you do, she'll let you in

Aang and Sokka make fools themselves in front of you, because they're not good with crushes, no matter how smooth Sokka is

Though you do all get along better than the relationship with the fire nation group [Ty Lee, Azula, Zuko, and Mai]

You're very close and it's hard to break you apart

#avatar the last airbender #yandere azula #yandere sokka #yandere katara #yandere aang #yandere toph beifong #yandere mai #yandere ty lee #yandere atla #yandere avatar #yandere avatar x reader #yandere azula x reader #yandere zuko #yandere zuko x reader #yandere katara x reader #yandere aang x reader

[icanseethefuture333]

Can I have an post about NCT Mark's reputation in the industry or his ideal type? P.S You're legit look like a 90s superstar💌💖💖 don't be shy and drop your skincare routine please 🙏

WHY ARE NCTZENS BEING SO NICE TO MEEEE, THIS IS LIKE THE 2ND COMPLIMENT I'VE GOTTEN THANK YOUUU 😭💚 Ofc since we did TY Track I don't see why I can't do one for Mark 🦁

Mark from NCT's ideal type:

Qualities

I channeled: "Hmm... What do I like in a partner?" I think Mark hasn't really thought about what important qualities a partner should have and more so has thoughts about appearance or personality.

Mark would be interested in someone similar to him or someone with similar values, habits, or behavior as him, but with a more elevated mindset.

He could want to do date someone who is also a musician or a writer. I feel like Mark is curious about the twin flame dynamic? He could want to feel a connection with someone on a deeper level. Telepathy? Mark is wanting a partner who could read his mind and emotions so that way he doesn't always have to explain himself. Someone who is very aware and observant. A partner that eases his anxiety or relieves him of his everyday stress. He could also like if his partner was more optimistic and looked on the bright side of things because Mark can have a more "realistic" outlook on life.

Personality

I'm ngl... Mark has a toxic taste in partners LMAO 💀 I just feel that he wants someone who keeps him on his toes and he hates predictability. Like if his partner was too "normal" or too "stable", he's gonna hate that, he's gonna feel like he's the partner with the issues, so he wants someone that can be as imperfect as him. "It's more fun that way, no?"

I'm laughing pls 😭- "I'm not saying I want my heart broken, but if she's bad then she can take it [his heart]."

Mark really does not give a fuck 😂 (btw this is the first reading I've done for a celebrity where I cannot stop giggling??? He's so funny). He also wants someone who would like call him out on his bullshit. Mark doesn't want someone who's submissive or a pushover, "😁Feistyyy." It's giving: "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me"

Intuitively, I feel like Mark also has a lot of insecurity in his relationships as well. The partners who are healthier for him, he feels like he's not good enough for them, so instead he dates partners who are often unstable. It's okay to date someone who's more outspoken and dominant, but it seems like he's constantly attracted to partners who are too controlling towards him.

Physical traits

"Honestly I have a type. I'm not the tallest so I don't wanna date anyone who's like too tall but I don't mind the height too much. I like hair, the people I've dated their hair is pretty long and if they have short hair, it's gotta be like fluffy (voluminous is the word he was looking for)." Channeled songs: Trap Queen, 679, & Again by Fetty Wap

"I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go"

"Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though

I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though

I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though

And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy

You talking bands, girl, I got it

Benjamins all in my pocket

I traded in my Trues for some Robins

He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy

I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy

17 shots, no .38"

"I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy

I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy

But I cannot see myself without you

We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do

I go out of my way to please you

I go out of the way to see you

I ain't playing no games, I need you"

Oh he's a giverrr 😝. Mark wants for his partner to look good, so he'd go out of his way to pamper them and spoil them. Like "oh baby you want your nails done? I got youuu 😌". He likes to show off his partner. I heard "I want that Beyoncé and Jay Z love." (😭💀 Mark go sit tf down please). I love the energy tho fr.

He's mentioned girls a lot + all 4 cards are women, so he has a obvious preference towards the female gender.

Long hair

Thick, voluminous hair

All hair textures (straight, wavy, curly, etc).

Varies from pale, medium, deep, or brown skin tones.

Girls with a "mean" expression or resting bitch face (🤨😠😒)

Feline beauty

Arched eyebrows

Horizontally wider eyes

Prominent features (big nose and big lips)

Likes lipstick or lip gloss ("Juicy lips")

Someone who plays hard to get (as in a tsundere, basically acts like they don't want him but secretly does)

Shoulders and collarbones

Pretty hands

Nice ass

Likes jewelry? Rings and earrings to be specific.

Something about fabrics is coming up, so Mark could like when women wear flowy dresses or like those sheer beach cover ups.

Instagram baddie style is very apparent here.

Soft glam makeup (U.K? Black London baddie makeup. Latina makeup coming up as well.)

Mixes luxury with casual

Long acrylic nails

High heels

Painted toes

I am being reminded of that song that goes "Ion want no barbie, I want me a bratz doll "

Bratz doll type of beauty

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type:

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[lightwing-s]

So I was thinking about the request for Dick. Again. And here's what I came up with.

Dick s/o being a forensic scientist. And while Grayson himself is a detective, they made a bet who will crack the work case faster. One night, when Nightwing and batfamily are on mission, she sneaks into batcave to access the newest technology and software. Ofc Dick catches her red handed and calls a cheater. It all leads to teasing and fooling around (I'm thinking fluff and comedy style), up to the point where she's forced to admit he's better (maybe he kisses or tickling her to the point of surrender).

TY 🙃

There was no denying you and your boyfriend, Dick Grayson, were competitive. Hell, even your own  relationship started out of a silly competition where some friends from your precinct had a bet over which of you could go longer without any dates or hookups. Safe to say, you both lost at  the same time/ night.

Dating him also came with an exclusive pack of friends and family that would eventually become your own. To you, in particular, Alfred ended up coming  really close, trading recipes and him even teaching you Dick’s favorite dishes. He was your relationship unofficial keeper, and also your greatest accomplice.

That’s how you ended up sneaking into the Batcave one thursday night. 

The entire family was out on patrol, and you really could use the computer’s substance scan your boyfriend loved to mention. A couple had recently been murdered in one of the city’s most expensive apartment complexes, but barely any clues could be found, taking you and your team a thorough job to get even the smallest of fingerprints. Dick had also been assigned the same case, thus starting your competition of the week(s). I know, it looks very unprofessional, and borderline unethical, but your dedication to win showed very productive for the force.

Sitting in front of the large computer, waiting for the analysis of an orange substance you found in several places on the crime scene but conveniently kept it a secret from your boyfriend, you took in the environment you were once crazy to see. You had never been to the cave with anyone, let alone by yourself, so it took a lot of convincing (and some bribery) for Alfred to allow you in.

You could already feel the taste of victory on your tongue when the sound of defeat reached your ears.

“What do we have here?” you heard your boyfriend say from the elevator door. “A cheater!”

Immediately hiding under the desk, you mentally cursed yourself for not being more careful and for all the fun Dick was going to take out of your situation. Damn it, I was so close!

His silent steps reached your location, and you could see his groin leveled with your eyes under the tight suit. In any other conditions, you’d appreciate how you stood, but right now, it took everything in you not to punch it.

“If you say anything, I swear…”

“Me!” he feigned indignation, giving you his hand to pull you back up. “You’re the one showing terrible sportsmanship.”

“Oh, like you never cheated in any of our games before!”

“Never!” he faked his innocence, gaining a punch from you on his shoulder. He really could piss you off sometimes. “What are you doing, babe?” he questioned, grabbing at your hips and lacing his arms around them, trying to make you uncross your arms and hug him back.

“Nothing…” you faked, but he saw right through you, as usual, lifting an eyebrow in disbelief. “I found something in the crime scene, okay? Yes, I didn’t tell you, but I know that in the Nichols’ murder you hid information from me too. Consider this revenge! But the precinct’s scanner can’t make out what it is because it’s mixed with something else and keeps giving me inconclusive results. I knew Bruce had this new top of the line scanner that according to Tim can identify every substance imaginable so I kind of bribed Alfred with two dinners a month if he let me get into the cave.”

“You promised Alfred what?!” he asked, brushing off everything else you said.

“Shut it, Grayson. You love his food anyway and…” you were about to tell him off when the AI’s voice announce “Scan finalized.”

You instantly turned around, leaving the comfortable embrace of your boyfriend, too anxious to know what the orange powder you had been studying for days finally was. However, when your boyfriend’s boisterous laugh filled the room and you saw the bright letters spelling out CHEETOS on the screen, you knew everything you did to get where you were ended up being for absolutely absolutely nothing.

“I can’t believe it.” you said in disbelief, as your boyfriend was out of breath behind you. And worse: “Thompson was eating cheetos while we looked for evidence.”

Fuck Thompson. Your fucking lab parter and dumbest person in the world had ruined your chances, again.

“Ah, babe.” he hugged you from behind, kissing you cheek and resting his head on your shoulder. “Admit it, I’ve always been the better detective.”

Dead in the eyes, you refuse to answer. But Dick knows how to break you better than anyone, so he starts pecking all over your face, forcing a smile to spread on your lips.”

“Say it, Bart…”

Sighting in defeat, you finish: “You’re the better detective. You win the game.”

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[everlastlady]

How do you think Striker will behave when he has the reader as a rival? Seeing how he treated Moxxie and Blitzo at the Harvest Moon Festival gives me the impression that he may have great tension with the reader. Like an exciting enemies to lovers.

- Crystal ✨️

I enjoy a good enemies to lovers plot if it's done right so hopefully that I done this right!

Striker X Reader: Awe Are You Mad?

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Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerfully overlords. Here is another story request I feel like when I'm done with all these request that I'm going to take break from writing Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel content to write other fandoms or my own stuff. But If you love these stories and want more stories in the future. Please consider liking, comment, or reblogging. Check out my account for other Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss stories. Remember to always support your local fan fiction creators. Also remember to eat, drink water, and take your medicine.

Word Count: 3214.

Fandom: Helluva Boss.

Characters: Striker, Sallie Mae, Millie, Blitzø, Stolas, Joe, & Lin.

You and your family had been good friends with Millie’s family for a long time. You grew up with the tough imp woman who was just as strong and tough as you both. But the only difference was that you still lived with your parents and weren’t married. You supported Millie’s lifestyle and you also didn’t care that she married Moxxie, you like the little awkward imp that married your best friend because he was respectful towards her. A part of you envied their relationship because you hoped to find someone to leave your family’s farm with. Until then you are helping out your family; like tomorrow is the Harvest Moon festival. And you would help your family set for the games and like always you would be joining in on the games. But sadly Millie couldn’t join because of her neighbor's headcount which you don’t understand. What was the issue don’t you try to win in you and Millie’s honor. Millie’s parents had hired a farm helper who was currently helping you set for the games. You wouldn’t mind any help but the farm help named Striker was annoying. He always seemed to make fun of your height or your strength. Like right now you were carrying over some boxes only to almost trip but Striker caught you and the boxes. “ That was a close one, you should let me handle the rest of the work. I hate to see a little thing like you get hurt, besides you should leave the work to some of the strongest imps around here. “ He pushed you away and walked off carrying the boxes. You flip him the bird and growl. “ Asshole. “ You grumbled and walked away to go find some other work to do. You and Striker didn’t really get along; the two of you always butted heads, fought, or traded insults. The rivalry between you two was always shown for those around you both. That some people mistake it as that you two loved each other but don’t know how ro express it. “ Maybe if you two bone then yall won’t be at each other's throats. “ Sallie Mae said while tying down one of the tents this made you blush and shake your head. “ I’d rather fuck poison oak then get in the sack with that dipshit. “ You crossed your arms. Sallie Mae smirked and stood up. “ I bet you $20 and a burger that you’ll have sex with him eventually. “ Sallie Mae put out her hand.

You slapped away her hand and shook your head. “ I’m not betting you on that. “ You glared at Sallie Mae. “ What are you two talking about. “ Striker asked, walking towards the tent carrying one last box. Sallie Mae was going to tell him what you two were talking about. But you shot your hand out and covered her mouth. “ None of your damn business, don’t you have some cans to shoot or something. “ You weren’t going to let Striker hear about Sal’s bet, especially since he’ll say something that might sting. “ Why ya asking? Trying to see that I’m a better shot than you~ “ Striker laughed. “ Are you always this fucking cocky? Trying to feel big because something down there is small, maybe smaller than me~ “ Your lips curved into a smirk. Your comment made Striker blush and hiss, as he shot you glare and walked away. You wore a proud smirk, you still had your hand over Sallie Mae’s hand so she gave your hand a lick. You jumped and pulled your hand away. “ Gross Mae! “ You wipe your hand on her arm, as she smirks. “ Don’t put your hand near my mouth if you don’t want it to get licked, anyway so are you hoping he’s got a big cock or ? “ Sallie asked. You sighed and walked away not wanting to spend anymore time with Sallie making such comments about Striker. But in the back of your mind you were curious. You hadn’t seen Striker around so you and everyone else continued to help set up for the harvest moon festival. After everything was set up, you went home and ate dinner with your family. You were getting ready for bed and got into your pajamas. You wanted to let him some fresh so you went over to your window and opened it a bit but you stopped seeing a small white light coming from Striker’s window; you tilted your head with curiosity, but I guess you stared for to long because Striker walked by the window and locked eyes with you and sent you glare as you closes his curtains and the small white light faded.

You shrugged your shoulders. “ Guess he’s still mad about what I said oh well shouldn’t have been an asshole. “ You turned off your lap and got into bed. You scrolled through your phone a bit and eventually went to bed. The next morning you woke up and checked your phone like you usually did. You saw many messages and missed calls from Millie. So you check the messages and grim with excitement, Millie was telling you how she’ll be visiting for the harvest moon festival with her husband, her boss, and her boss HellHound. You heard chatter outside and peeked out your window. You grin wider as you see Millie and the others. You quickly got out of bed, washed your ass, and got dressed. You ran outside and ran towards your best friend. “ Millie! “ You called out. The little imp woman turned around and smiled widely. “ (Y/N)! “ She called back. The two of you ran towards each other and hugged each other. The small happy reunion between the two of you would have lasted a little longer if Millie’s father Joe didn’t call in Striker. Everyone looked in amazement as the hybrid Imp rode in on his horse but you had an annoyed look on your face while Striker introduced himself and you decided to stay quiet. Not wanting to fight with him in front of everyone so you went to go sit on the porch. You made a sound of disgust watching him kiss Millie’s hand and proceed to call her beautiful. You knew that Millie was beautiful but you knew how Striker could when trying to charm and butter others up.

You looked up from your phone and saw Millie’s husband walking towards the hog pin. You stood up and walked over to where everyone was. Everyone seemed to be cheering on Moxxie or making rude comments towards him. But then you saw that fucking bastard, that damn show off jumped into the pin and pulled Moxxie off the hog then killed it. You knew what Striker was doing; he was trying to impress everyone around him. You watched Striker belittle Moxxie and this made your . blood boils. “ Asshole…” You muttered under your breath. You continued to watch these events unfold and saw Moxxie feeling uncomfortable and hurt. You looked over to hear Joe talking about the harvest moon festival games. It seemed like Millie’s boss Blitz got excited hearing about the festival games. But when Moxxie said that he would join it seemed like that earned a chuckle from Joe and some smart remarks from Striker. “ I think I’ll also join the games. “ You said. Striker looked over at you. “ Are you sure about that darlin? I wouldn’t want a little thing like you and Mox getting trampled by us men out there. “ Striker smirked every word he said was like him trying to throw a knife at you but he missed his mark and this only added fuel to your fire. “ I’m sure I’ll be fine, and I’m sure that me or even Moxxie will kick your ass in the games, maybe it will make that ego of yours smaller like your dick. “ You said grinning. Striker let out a hiss and chuckled. “ Then let’s make a deal, you little smart ass. “ Striker said. “ I’m listening. “ You crossed your arms. “ Loser does the winner’s farm chores for a month. “ Striker held out his hand. You didn’t really like this deal seeing how big both Millie’s parents and your parents farms are but you were also confident that you would beat him. “ Alright deal. “ You and Striker both shook hands while smirking at you. Striker walked away and you looked at Moxxie who smiled at you. “ We got this. “ You gave him a confident smile to which he returned one. Millie promised that she would cheer you both on.

While you were getting ready for the summer games, Millie walked up and smiled. “ Hey (Y/N), I have a question? “ Millie asked. You were cleaning your boots but looked up. “ Yeah, what’s up? “ You slipped on your boots as Millie sat down next to you. “ I was talking with Sallie Mae about what the issue is between you and Striker. “ She stared at you, smirking. You just knew that Sallie said some bullshit. “ Dammit….” You sighed. “ What did your sister tell you? “ You asked but already knew. “ She thinks that you and him like each other. Is that true? “ She giggled and asked. “ Because if you two get married and have kids I call dibs on being the god mama and if he hurts you his ass is grass. “ She said, while jumping up and making punches in the air. “ Millie stop, I don’t have feelings for Striker, he is a complete ass why would I have feelings for an asshole. “ You crossed your arms. Millie stopped punching the air and cups her hands together. “ Sallie Mae told me that when they were all having dinner that Striker seemed upset and when my Pa asked him what’s wrong with him. Striker went on a rant about how annoying, weak, and stubborn you are. “ Millie said, this made you roll your eyes. “ But he also said that you were so hot that he just wanted to kiss you to shut you up. And then he left the table right after looking embarrassed.“ Millie said. You froze up and felt your face get hot. The man who annoyed the shit out of you and that you wanted to kick in the balls had a crush on you? Millie saw the blush on your face and started poking your arm. “ Oooh~ You like him also don’t you!? “ She said. You looked as if you had just been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. “ I~I do not like him!” You screeched which made Millie giggle. “ Listen, we have been friends since we were kids. We both knew when the other was upset, mad, and even in love so cut the shit (Y/N), he likes you and you like him. Yall are just letting your guys hate getting in the way. Maybe my sister is right if the two of you fuck then you won’t be at each others throat. “ Millie said while smirking.

You sighed and closed your eyes. Maybe you did like Striker but could you two even work? You hated him and he hated you, but was that something you both told each other to ignore these feelings but maybe it could work the two of you doing farmwork while exchanging sweet and flirty comments, riding horses together, and going out on cute dates like Millie tells you the ones her and Moxxie go on. This made you smile, you looked out the tent to see Striker talking with Blitz but Striker caught you glancing and flipped you off. You glared and turned around. “ I’m going to kick his ass in these games. “ You walked away as Millie sighed and left to go cheer you and Moxxie on. She and Sallie Mae hoped that you and Striker would seal the deal and not the one that you two made. You thought helping Moxxie through the games would be easy but it was more difficult than you could imagine. It was rough and you held out hope that you and him would be on that stage. But here you are now sitting in the stands with Moxxie the two of you looking beat up. While Striker and Blitz stood on stage the only difference was that Blitz didn’t look so smug while the prince announced the winners. You looked over seeing Millie trying to calm down Moxxie. You could also see that Moxxie was upset when Blitz mentioned that Striker would be working at I.M.P, this also upset you too for some reason because would that mean that Striker would be leaving the farm just like Millie to go work as an assassin. You shook your head and decided to help Millie calm down Moxxie. But Moxxie got up because of what Striker said during his song. You looked down at Striker from the stands and proceeded to leave. You went home to clean yourself up and tried not to get upset that you lost the deal with Striker. You would have to cancel some plans now.

You finished cleaning up and changed into some fresh clothes. You placed a bandage on your leg since you did get a little roughed up during the games. A part of you did have fun but it could have been more fun if it was with Millie and not some deal between you and Striker. But you still thought about what Millie told you. You felt your face become hot but your heart also hurt a little remembering how Blitz said that Striker would go work with them at I.M.P. You sat on your bed so many feelings made you feel confused that you hug your pillow tightly for comfort. Tears began to slide down your face and stain your pillow. As much as you hated Striker you would miss him because you loved him. “ Why are you crying? I was about to come and give you my wake up schedule.” You looked up and saw that Striker was standing in the doorway while holding up his phone. You wanted to punch that smug smile on his face but you looked away with a scowl and placed your face into the pillow. Striker let out a sigh and walked over. You felt weight on your bed and peek through your arms a bit to see Striker sitting on the bed. You sat up and saw that Striker was deep in thought with his mouth agape like he was trying to think of what to say. “ Millie ... .she told me how you felt about me, but Sallie Mae told her first what I said about you during dinner yesterday. “ He looked as flustered as you did before the games. “ Is it true? “ You asked him while wiping away your tears. Striker chuckled and looked down. “ Yeah, it’s true so I’m sorry that I was such an ass to ya darlin’, just sometimes you annoy me but I like that about you I like your sass and smart mouth. But I can’t just be calling you annoying because I’m sure I was an annoying asshole to you too right? “ He looked at you and reached out grabbing your hand. “ A complete ass. “ You said, chuckling. “ But yes, Millie is right. I do have feelings for you. “ You held his hand in a gentle grip. “ So are you going to tell me why you were crying then, I hope I’m not the reason. Because I apologize if I pushed you to your breaking part. We can also drop the deal because I don’t want you to overwork yourself. “ Striker cups your face and looks into your eyes.

“ No, It’s fine, I don’t mind doing the chores especially since you are going to be joining I.M.P “ You looked away and mumbled the last part softly but Striker heard you loud and clear. He pulled you close and kissed your head. You felt your face become warm and your stomach feeling butterflies. “ Is that why you were crying? I didn’t know that you’ll miss me that much heh. But darlin’ listen, I was just pulling Blitz’s name, I’m not going anywhere I like being my own boss. “ Striker snickered but this confused you. “ But you work for Millie’s parents? “ You looked up at Striker who let you go and stood up. He peeked out your door and looked around. He closed the door and locked it which made you blush. “ Listen Striker, I'm not ready for sex. “ You sheepishly said. Striker exploded in laughter at what you said. “ Slow your horses darlin’, I ain’t going to have sex with you. Just pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you, cannot leave this room. So promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. “ He gave you a serious look. You loved Striker and he loved you. He trusted to tell you something important so you nodded your head. “ I promise. “ You stood up and looked at Striker. “ Remember that glowing little white light you saw from my room yesterday last night? “ He asked. “ Yeah, what was that about? I thought you were still mad about the comment I made about your dick “ You snicker as Striker rolls his eyes. “I can promise you that my peace keeper isn’t small darlin’. “

“ You see I ain’t no normal farm help. Sure I do some farm help for money or to take a break from my actual job where I am my own boss. I’m an assassin darlin’ and I was hired to kill that rich owl on stage. That little glowing light you saw. I have a blessing rifle that's used to kill demon royalty and my target’s wife hired me to kill him. I hope what I said doesn’t change things between us. “ He looked away. All this information didn’t phase you one bit so you walked over and cupped Striker’s face and kissed him. Striker’s tail rattles and yellow eyes widened but he melted into the kiss. After a couple of minutes you pulled away and looked at him. “ This doesn’t change anything. And it does help put together missing pieces of how you are so fast, strong, and have a lot of energy when doing farm work. Sure you are an assassin but I still love you Striker. “ You gave him a quick peck on the lips. Striker hissed out of happiness. “ I love you too (Y/N), now I have some business to take care of with the prince but when I’m done I do have to leave so I’m asking you to come with me, (Y/N) to come on the run with me so will you go with me and be mine on the run?. “ Striker held your hands to his chest while smiling. As much as you loved your family and you’ll get into trouble because of the work Striker did. You didn’t care so you looked at Striker and smiled. “ Yes, I’ll go with you. “ The two of you kissed. Striker pulls away and caresses your cheek. “ I’ll be back darlin’. “ He shot you a wink and left the room. You were excited and began to pack because you would be on the run with your rival who was now your lover.

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[ducks-and-stuff]

SKYBLING HATER POST /mean

okay so that last repost I did had the exact opposite intended affect on me and now I want to write about how much I hate Pearl and Grian and skyblings in general and sure I don’t watch a lot of their content nowadays and I never watched Pearl’s side of Evo but guess what? no-one is reading this anyways so here we go: 

So first off, do- do Pearl and Grian, like, interact that much on camera? Obviously they’re friends cause Grian invited her to the Life series and  Evo and stuff but when they’re recording they tend to do their own thing in different directions. This might just be because Pearl is upside down all the way in Australia time differences but even when playing on the life series neither of them seem to really spend vast amounts of time with the other. Just a quick cool quick little interaction or teaming up because convenience or they respect the others skill. Or maybe I just don’t watch either’s perspective enough, who knows, just haven’t seen them spend quality time with each other a lot on there. 

As for Hermitcraft, Boatem was a really good group but, uh, guys? Friends? Fellas? there were 5 members of Boatem, not 2. Why are we not going around headcannoning Mumbo and Impulse as brothers if living together makes Pearl and Grian siblings? I don’t remember them interacting all that much in season 9 either, but both did choose to live relatively close to at least one other Boatem member, Impulse and Pearl sibling au when? 

So maybe it’s beacause of Evo then. Maybe it’s that little ol’ Minecraft series that Grian left half a decade ago, cool. Pearl had a sad little montage, good for her. I’ve also heard someone say they were canonically siblings in that series but I’m not bothering to do actual work for this rant so… fun. Point is, all that was a long while ago. Sure their content has gone in wildly different directions since then with being Hermits and Emperors and little copper golems but basing their current relations off of Evo is still relevant, right? And to that I have to say, ABSOLUTELY. I’m a sucker for Evo’s ending and people who love each other finally managing to claw their way back into the other’s arms or literally any other story revolving around the end of Evo ever. I will hold onto my half a decade old Grian and Pearl headcannons till the end of time you hear me???? Authors out there including Evo angst in your work I love you so much, you make me cry. Characters separated by the gods themselves are best characters, and if the only way I’m going to get that content is if they’re blood related then I will swallow my pride and enjoy it to no end! Write more Evo affecting the present stuff and I will uh- give you this random dust bunny in my pocket. Fair trade. 

But- ahem- yes, back to complaining. Jimmy and Pearl. Guys. GUYS, I write Pearl and Jimmy interactions all the time, I’m the Pearl and Jimmy guy! And even I don’t think they interact that much??? As for the present, They have good moments together yeah because they’re both hilarious but they have their own little groups they tend to stay within. Pearls being a girlboss with her best buds and Jimmy’s being bullied by his. Have they even ever teamed in a life series? Did they ever really talk on Empires that much? Jimmy invited her to help with his Christmas village building which was a really nice surprise and they hung out on Evo, but, anything the fandom is both glued to and recent? 

Honestly, my biggest issue is just that is seems like the age old trope of tying a female to a more popular male character and I hate it. Obviously in the world of male dominated mcyt this is kinda hard to avoid but… this headcannon with most popular kid in school Grian specifically when I don’t even see them interacting that much? I understand Grian and Jimmy because they actually have a lot of close, consistent interactions but every time I see Pearl in the mix I just have to pause and question it. There was a really good post a while ago about how people tend to assign her as oldest because reason that is probably ‘well, girls are more mature’, and yeah, why are we doing that? Why are we all just putting her into a trio she’s rarely seen with nowadays anyways? She’s a public menace, not a menace to these two in particular.

With Grian especially it seems to me like it could be a case of sure, woman in her own is cool but what if it was woman and DUDE EVERYONE ALSO LIKES SO MUCH?!???? HOW AMAZINGLY AMAZING. They’ll fit together like two puzzle pieces from different boxes with the same color scheme! So fun right? To me it seems as though this dynamic was not based around these three close friends who were like siblings, but instead, Grian plus his loving family. One member of which is going to wander off to find Gem and Impulse anyways. 

So yeah, I say free them all, but especially Pearl, from this dynamic. Share her chaos! Give her a mace! Set her lose onto the world! 

Or, don’t, lol. Ultimately the point of a fandom is for everyone to have fun, and if shoving these little guys together is what makes you happiest then go for it! I just like complaining and I see a hint of underlying sexism in the headcannon being so widely accepted on what seems to me as such little basis, but who’s a random internet user to stop you from doing what you love. 

Just because I have a personal problem with something that isn’t really hurting anybody doesn’t mean you should stop, like I said, I love writing stories about Jimmy and Pearl clinging onto each other after Evo regardless of my belief that they don’t really do that at all in their content today. So yeah, write your stories, make your art, and remember to have fun with (any very non-problematic 👍) things regardless of what anybody else says! Best wishes to you MCYTumblr! Everyone’s art and writing and we weaves and whatever over these little guys we’ve all decided to cling to is absolutely beautiful to witness! 

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[goldenraeofsun]

Day 9: Vintage

Dean sheepishly drags his feet into the costume room.

“What did you do this time?” Cas demands, rushing out from behind a rack of flapper dresses, his voice a growl of pure exasperation.

Dean plucks at his shirt with its arm half-torn off and lifts his other arm holding his bloody jacket. “Hello to you too, Cas. I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Castiel ignores him and snatches the emerald jacket back, frowning as he fingers the bullethole in the arm and the trail of dried blood all the way down to the cuff. “This was hand sewn,” Cas moans, running his fingers down the embroidery along the lapel, splattered with smears of red.

“Sorry?” Dean smiles crookedly. “I really tried my best not to get shot, I swear.”

“Not hard enough,” Cas grumbles as he gestures at the dressing room. As Dean undoes the buttons of his breeches, Cas calls from beyond the curtain, “Sam and Jo escaped unscathed, then?”

“The brass needed the debrief as soon as possible.” Dean shoves the pants down and kicks them off. “Sam and Jo sent me in in the meantime so you could see the worst of it.”

“At least some people have respect for my work.”

“Jo complains more than I do!”

“She’s a woman,” Cas says dryly.

Dean grimaces at his reflection in the mirror. “Don’t tell Jo I said this, but that’s not cool, man. Don’t be sexist.”

“I meant, women, on average, have more unwieldy clothing than men,” Cas says, sounding more amused than offended at Dean’s callout. “Not to mention the constant emphasis on a woman’s silhouette – the corsets, the stays, the girdles.”

Dean shudders. He’s gotten an earful (or five) from Jo about boning – and not the fun kind.

“Have you ever worn a girdle, Dean?”

Dean coughs. “Can’t say I have,” he half-lies. The lingerie in question in the back of his closet was only modeled after a girdle. From what he’s learned from Jo, the real deal wasn’t nearly that flimsy or lacy.

“Exactly,” Cas says in a satisfied tone of voice.

Dean chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt. “Y’know, one of the dudes at the Continental Congress actually – shit.”

“Everything alright?”

His bicep throbbing, Dean mutters, “Yeah.” He winces as he tries to take off an 18th century shirt one-handed. The bullet, at least, was from the 21st century – Dean really didn’t need to find out how being shot with a fucking musket felt like – and it only grazed him, besides. “Arm’s a little out of commission, but I’m makin’ do.”

Cas yanks the curtain aside.

“Hey,” Dean protests.

Cas just rolls his eyes as he reaches for the shirt. “You’ll pop a seam at this rate.”

“I was being careful!”

“Your definition of ‘careful’ has been driving Colonel Singer to drink since you started at the Time Bureau,” Cas says in a clipped voice. But despite his words, his hands are gentle as they ease the fabric off Dean’s shoulder and down his arm.

“Bobby’s always been like that,” Dean dismisses.

Cas folds the shirt up to reuse the fabric and picks Dean’s breeches off the floor. “Socks too, please,” he says as he flips the curtain shut again.

With a sigh, Dean sits on the little bench in the changing room and wrestles off his socks. Through the gap in the curtain, he trades them for the bundle of clothing he left with Cas before his trip to the past. 

Dean sets his clothes on the bench with a frown. “Where’s my shirt?” 

“I burned it.”

“Cas!”

“Get dressed, Dean.”

Dean angrily pulls on his jeans and socks, tucking in the laces of inside his boots since he’s not about to attempt tying a bow one-handed. He wrenches the curtain aside to reveal Cas with a gray woolen robe draped over one arm. 

“Here,” he says, holding it open for Dean to step into. “This won’t aggravate your injury.”

Dean doesn’t move. “Is that…” he drifts off.

Cas smiles shyly. “Yes, this is the same one you stole from Tyrone Power in 1955. I finished making a replica a few days ago and thought this would be a good time to return it to you.”

Dean steps forward to slide his arms into the billowy sleeves. “Isn’t this technically Time Bureau property?”

Cas leans forward and gives the worst attempt at a wink that Dean has seen in years. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Dean has to laugh.

Pleased, Cas steps back. “You should go to medical, and let them decide if you need stitches.”

Dean gingerly touches the cut with his good hand. “Yeah, probably. See ya, Cas.”

“Goodbye, Dean.”

* * *

“What do you mean, you went to 1943?” Cas thunders.

“I mean,” Dean retorts heatedly, “we went to nineteen forty fucking three and got pegged as fucking Nazi spies within eight hours. All because of our goddamn clothes!”

“Well, of course you did,” Cas says, a cutting know-it-all edge to his voice. “Because you told me the mission was to 1941.”

“So what?” Dean hisses. “I was off by two damn years. Big whoop.”

“That’s two wartime years,” Cas corrects, his eyes narrowing. “That’s two years of rationing, of wartime production restrictions. Fashion, just like everything else, changes with history, sometimes very quickly.” He gestures to the racks and racks of historically accurate costumes around them. “Or else I wouldn’t have a job.”

Dean, unwilling to admit defeat, storms off into the changing room.

* * *

Cas comes through three days before Sam, Dean, and Jo’s mission to 1987.

“This is awesome.” Dean hugs the leather jacket to his chest. He looks up at Cas, who has a strange expression on his face. “You’re a goddamn miracle worker, you know that?”

Cas flushes. “I already had a similar one on hand. It was a simple matter of finding a matching lining, replacing the buttons, and adjusting a few of the seams.”

“Still,” Dean says, stroking the leather reverently, “this looks exactly like my dad’s.”

The corners of Cas’s mouth lift in a small smile. “As long as it’s period-appropriate, I am always happy to tailor for the Winchesters.”

Dean snorts. “You and I both know that’s a lie.” He tries it on, and the sleeves hit at the right length, below his wrist but stopping before the first knuckle of his thumb. The collar, relaxed with age, brushes up against the right spot on his neck.

“I’m glad you like it, Dean,” Cas says quietly.

“I love it.”

* * *

“You’ve got to be joking,” Dean says, horrified.

Cas’s stony expression doesn’t twitch. “I’m afraid not.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

Cas shakes the bellbottoms. “I need to see if they fit you.”

“They don’t,” Dean says, backing up. “I can tell you that right now.”

Cas cracks a smile. “If you thought the ’43 interrogation was bad, just imagine what it would be like with disco music in the background.”

Dean shudders. "I hate you so much," he says as he snatches the outfit out of Cas's hands and stalks over to the changing rooms.

“Once you’re done, I have a pair of roller skates for you to try on too, as I was told the exchange will take place at a roller rink.”

Dean pokes his head through the curtain. "No fucking way."

"Sam tried his on yesterday," Cas says with a knowing smile. "I took a video of his first practice skate."

Dean sighs loudly. "Give 'em here. And if you're lying about that video, so help me god, they'll be no stayin' alive in your future, buddy."

* * * 

Dean should've known the mission to save the Pony Express was too good to be true.

Whenever he pictured himself in a shootout, he always saw himself coolly walking away from the fight, his gun still smoking, maybe a dramatic sunrise in the background.

Not laying on the ground in the dirt, baking under the Wyoming sun, a blinding pain in his side from getting fucking shot – again.

What’s worse, as Dean chased the fake pony rider determined to kill a teenage Buffalo Bill on his route, he lost his goddamn hat. Cas is going to kill him.

At least he got the bad guy. Too bad they shot each other at the same time.

One shot was fatal.

The other’s still to be determined. Hurts like a bitch, though.

His horse took off when Dean fell, spooked by the shots and shouting. Even if Dean could stagger to his feet, there’s no way in the world he can walk back to 1861’s excuse for civilization in the Wild, Wild West.

Dean rolls over onto his back in a stupid effort to keep the blood inside his body by sheer gravity alone. He’s going to die out here in the middle of nowhere, a century before he’s even born.

“Dean?”

Dean groans. He’d been expecting his life to flash before his eyes. Not hallucinations. But as far as hallucinations go, Cas’s voice isn’t a bad last one to hear.

“Dean!”

Someone scrambles in the dirt next to him, and Dean turns his head to actually see Cas, wearing a dusty kerchief wrapped around his neck, an equally dusty tan shirt, and beat up wool pants. He swings his mailbag to his front and pulls out a first aid kit, straight from the 21st century.

“Cas?” Dean says weakly, “You’re in the field?”

Cas smiles humorlessly as he presses a pad of pristine white gauze down on Dean’s side. Over Dean’s groan of pain, he says, “Someone had to make sure you’re taking care of your clothes.”

“Son of a –!” Dean inhales a sharp breath.

“It’s good I came,” Cas says as his brow furrows with worry. With his free hand, he lifts the medical tape to his mouth and rips off a piece with his teeth. 

It’s a good thing all Dean's blood is gushing out of his side, or else it would’ve gone straight to dick at that sight. 

“You’re a little late to save the shirt,” Dean pants.

“But not to save you,” Cas says grimly. “We’re going to move in 15 seconds; prepare yourself.”

“Wait –”

“Move.” Cas yanks him up, and Dean nearly blacks out from the pain. “Ten minutes,” he promises in Dean’s ear. “We’re ten minutes from the Sandy Crossing relay station. Sam already confirmed Bill made it to Fort Laramie.”

“Good,” Dean grunts as Cas half carries, half drags him on his horse, a roan mare. He lets Dean catch his breath after mounting up and urges his horse into a canter.

Dean cries out at the jostling, and Cas wraps a hand around his middle to keep him still. It’s impossible on top of a horse going at full speed, but Dean can appreciate the gesture. Despite his appearance, Cas doesn’t smell like he spent a week camping out in a field of buffalo, taking dust baths in his free time. He smells crisp with the faintest scent of vanilla.

“Talk to me. Distract me,” Dean orders, his voice tight with pain.

Cas glances down at him and nods. “With what?”

“How’d you learn to ride?”

“In prep school,” Cas says, his gaze once again focused on the horizon. “I found I much preferred horses to my peers.” 

Dean would laugh, but his chest hurts too much.

“But I haven’t ridden a horse in close to a decade,” Cas says.

“Just like riding a bike,” Dean huffs in between trying to breathe through the pain.

“Better than, since I don’t know how to ride a bike,” Cas says wryly.

Dean musters a grin. “Good thing I didn’t get shot at the Tour de France.”

“A very good thing,” Cas echoes.

“Is that why they sent you?” Dean asks, wincing as his wound flares. “Your killer horseback riding skills?”

Cas shakes his head, blushing under the thin coating of dirt on his cheeks. “They don’t know I’m here.”

“What?”

“I have a deal with one of the engineers. I outfit him for joy rides when the emergency ship isn’t in use, and he brings me back an outfit or two so I can learn more about fashion history first hand.” Cas’s arm tenses around his middle. “I forced him to pilot me here once I heard you didn’t get back with Sam and Jo.”

“Dude.”

Cas stares straight ahead. “They wouldn’t have been able to find you,” he says, his expression hard. “They kept going on and on about possible points along the Express you could’ve gotten waylaid, but I knew you were hellbent on exploring this shortcut, so.” His mouth tightens. “They wouldn’t listen to me since I’m just the tailor.”

“You were,” Dean licks his dry lips, “listening to me? When I was going on and on about cowboys and shit? Seriously?”

“Of course,” Cas says like it’s obvious, “I always listen when you talk, Dean.”

Dean sags against Cas. “When we get back,” he swears, “I’m gonna take you to the World’s Fair in 1893. Everyone who was anyone went to that thing; you’ll see outfits from all over.”

Cas shakes his head. “You don’t need to repay me for this. You deserve to be saved, no matter what your rivals at the Bureau think.”

“I get it, no repayment,” Dean twists around so he can see Cas properly and ignores how his side throbs in protest, “but how about a date?”

#suptober22 #destiel fanfic #time travel #tailor castiel #time traveler dean #destiel #fanfic #government worker dean #friends to lovers #office au #kind of #rae writes fic

[invisibleraven]

"Great! It's a date?" / Rulie

Reggie wasn't sure what to make of the kerfuffle overtaking the Molina kitchen when he entered it. There were bowls set out, ingredients lined up, and a heavenly smell in the air.

And smack dab in the middle of it was Julie, her hair pulled in a messy bun, an apron covering her clothes, and a smudge of flour on her cheek. "Hey Reggie!" she called, sitting to the beat of the song playing on the radio.

"Did you open a bakery while I wasn't looking?" Reggie asked, swiping a cookie from the cooling rack, not even minding that Julie scowled at him when he bit into it. "Because if not, you should, these taste amazing!"

Julie ducked her head, smiling. "Well thank you. But no, Tia asked me to make a few things for her book club. And then I decided to keep baking so we had snacks for band practice and study sessions and the like."

"You need any help?" he offered.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty handy in the kitchen and I spent more than one summer helping MeeMaw make stuff for various functions at Temple," Reggie replied, taking the offered apron and tying it around his waist.

"Okay, well the next one is date bars for Tia," Julie said, gesturing to the supplies set out before them.

"Great!" Reggie said, picking up the weird, misshapen fruit. "It's a date?"

"Yeah, tia likes them, but I'm not a huge fan," Julie said with a shrug.

Reggie took a bite of the fruit. It was sticky, a little sweet, but the underlying flavour wasn't his favourite. Plus the aftertaste lingered in an unpleasant way. "Yeah, I can see why you're not a fan, but we can still do the recipe for Tia."

"You wanna chop or measure?" Julie asked.

"Measure, I'm better with numbers than with knives," Reggie replied, looking over the recipe. Sifting and scooping, whisking and pouring all while Julie chopped beside him, humming along to the radio as she did.

Soon enough they were singing as they put the bars into the oven, taking turns making Luke's favourite peanut butter cookies, and trading off on the dishes; Reggie drying each dish that Julie handed him.

"We make a good team," he said off handedly as the last dish was put away and cookie packaged. "We should do this more often."

"Bake?" Julie asked. "I'd be down for that, I had a lot of fun and it's nice to have someone to help with the clean up."

"I was mostly in it for the free samples and to lick the bowl," Reggie admitted, grinning wide when Julie smacked him playfully across the chest.

"That is a one way ticket to food poisoning Reginald! And I think you've had more than enough experience with that!" Julie shrieked.

Reggie grinned and pulled her into his arms, spinning them around, making Julie laugh wildly. "You know I'll avoid the stuff with the raw eggs Jules, can't have me getting sick and miss our Friday night movie date."

"The uncooked flour isn't much safer," Julie said with an eye roll. "Now we have lots of yummy things to eat that don't require a spatula, so go pick a non Star Wars movie and we can have a double date night this week."

"Sweet," Reggie said, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek before rushing off. Julie grinned, and grabbed a plate full of cookies for them to share-something sweet to accompany Reggie's equally sweet kisses.

And made sure to remember to thank her aunt for a lovely date night-even if she wouldn't know her favourite dessert was the reason behind it.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

[stingslikeabee]

meet the mun

1. what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

I always credit Melissa to a combo of three particular things: a) my personal interest and passion for the Japanese nightlife scene and its uniqueness; b) the movie 'Sucker Punch' (and particularly the character of Vera Gorski); and c) a post that once made the rounds when I first joined the FFVII rpc that wondered if the Turks didn't visit Wall Market for the chili fries or because the girls happened to have the best intel.

And then it was like something clicked inside - I sudden had this 'vision' and Melissa was born after some crafting as a brothel madame who had strong mama bear/caring and nurturing vibes and who had set herself in opposition to Corneo. The two alternatives in terms of earning people's loyalty (fear/love), a cold war of sorts, a lot of fun and layered dynamics to play with from a Wall Market perspective (such as trading intel, working as an informant, etc) and tying in to the game main events.

I always preferred to pick 'minor' muses or to craft characters that fill in spaces and make a world livelier - Melissa just felt right. I guess she works nicely because no one ever thought it was absurd to have Corneo as a nemesis - even with Remake revamping the HBI and making it something else, I decided to stick to my OG view and I was incredibly well-accepted! :)

2. is there anything you don't like to write?

I am very plot driven - and therefore threads that are just winging something and with no ulterior purpose just bore me and I lose muse fast. I like threads to be like book chapters, with an objective in mind - once that's done, I prefer wrapping it up and starting a new one. Smaller things I deal with in asks (although there is nothing preventing me from turning an ask into a thread when it sparks the good muse food).

So I tend to have a basic, over-arching plot line to follow and I enjoy discussing it offline with my partners so we can ask each other what we are thinking in terms of next steps, if a certain event would be interesting, etc. Believe me, this doesn't take away the surprise - I have been hit by unexpected feelings so many times, I love it.

In addition to that, I struggle with fighting/action sequences (I am just super bad at it), overly descriptive things (a room, someone's clothes, a landscape). It just feels like everything I have ever studied about English goes out of the window and my writing turns super dull, I hate it.

3. is there anything you really enjoy writing?

Emotional stuff - of any kind. I have found out that my preferred writing method is one that mixes a lot of thoughts, emotions and bits of lore together, so although a given reply may not give much in terms of objective actions, it will make room for further emotional or introspective discussions to happen. Characters working out their own feelings and perceptions in relation to certain things is a favorite of mine and my replies are frequently novella-like because Melissa thinks (and feels) so damn much.

I also do like setting the scene (as in giving context for a particular interaction) in starters or asks and expanding on lore. Worldbuilding is another favorite of mine and I often make extensive research into stuff that is only going to be briefly mentioned in a thread. Other than that, I'm also into sharing/including NPCs to make the flow of a thread feel more like a book and crafting these small cameos is super fun.

Oh - I do enjoy writing the usual shippy things (including those on the platonic side of things), particularly with Melissa who has such a strong preference for these themes when compared to other muses. However, without plotting (and since she's an OC), it all feels very soulless if I don't know how to get there in a way that makes sense or seems to be aligned with every character involved.

4. how do you come up with headcanons?

I get inspired by different types of media and a lot of real-life references. For general lore/worldbuilding, I tend to leverage from historical or current events whenever possible, all the while trying to tie these things with the existing canon; for muse-specific verses, anything can spark an idea: a quote in a movie, a song, a certain TV show.

5. do you write in silence or do you play music?

I always have music on - it tends to change depending on the specific verse or muse, but I generally have key songs to fall to while writing.

6. do you plan your replies or wing them?

I plan them as a rule (including asks and memes) - even if it's mostly in my brain and as a general line that I want to follow so I can go from A to B within a few paragraphs. It doesn't always work, though - sometimes I rework the entire idea, or get hijacked by the muse and directed to something else instead.

7. do you enjoy shipping?

Yes - I adore it, and building connections and creating ships is something I really like to do, from discussing it to dropping aesthetic posts to a customized tag. For Melissa in particular, they play a large and significant role as she is someone very much transformed and shaped by love and attachment to people, so my ships for her invariably become a part of much larger and complex verses.

This also goes for platonic dynamics - I like the concept of ships because they allow me to visualize a setting/plot much better and build around it with so many little additions that it feels alive and organic. I start creating timelines and events and it is just so satisfying to see it all coming together.

One thing I have learned with time is that, despite enjoying shipping, I like to be able to talk/connect to the other mun offline (talking about it and plotting is fun!) but also I try to be selective to the point of exclusivity. Because I am so plot-driven, I end up building so much around one variant/portrayal of a given character that I just become partial to it and blind to others - and because I don't want to project my dynamics onto duplicates, I'm multi-single-ship as a result (as in multiple ships, but just a single one per each muse - although exceptions sometimes apply).

8. what's your alias/name?

Mari, because that's how everyone calls me anywhere, anytime. I actually get confused/bothered if my full name is used because it sounds more serious and I just think it's either a stranger calling me or a boss/my mother being angry, haha.

9. age?

Old enough to remember the hype re. having a Blockbuster card around here; these where the premium video rental shops, haha (and nope, I never had one, I only wished I had).

10. birthday?

A late winter/early spring child! As a kid I thought I was born in spring and loved it, but then I realized spring is just later in September and that I was actually a winter kid by a few days, haha. But growing up, winter (winter as I know it, mind you) became my favorite season, so it was all good!

11. favorite color(s)?

Used to be black, silver and blue but these days I'm super fond of turquoise and shades of green? I seemingly cannot settle on a single one forever.

12. favorite song(s)?

I am contractually required to always reply with 'GLAY' and 'Yuuwaku' haha (this song is so damn important in my life). Here's an awesome video to introduce you to my favorite band.

13. last movie you watched?

'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' - one of my top 10 favorite movies, one of my top 5 movie openings, one of my top 3 Fincher movies.

14. last show you watched?

I just finished (re)watching 'Nana', only this time I made it to the last episode. I forgot how emotional this show made me feel and how epic the soundtrack is.

15. last song you listened to?

'Raise Your Glass' by P!nk, a courtesy of my spotify shuffling things haha.

16. favorite food?

I never know what to say here, there is just SO MUCH I love? I think pasta generally ranks very high, followed by pastel and pão de queijo. On the sweet side, I am obsessed with coconut and paçoca.

17. favorite season?

I might have spoiled it here, but it's winter - again, my winter. Brazilian winter. Tropical winter. The winter I have experienced in the Netherlands was depressing, dark and horrible where my nose bled, my skin cracked, I got shocked every time I touched anything metallic and I was just miserable; I love blue skies with sunshine and something below 20 degrees outside.

18. do you have a tumblr best friend?

I do! I mean, I could just say that I have a bunch of really awesome mutuals and I wouldn't be lying; or that I am closer to some than to others, and that would also be true. But it's no secret that @dojimakaichou is just on another level because Dawn and I talk every day to the point I feel weird if we don't; we don't just talk about roleplay, we talk about everything, we have weekly movie dates, we send each other gifts, we record videos for our families and we spent 10 days together last year with plans for more annual encounters. :) She's my bestie (and not just a 'tumblr' bestie) and honestly I only wish we lived closer but we make do!

tagged by: @bitterarcs cursed me (and I loved it!) tagging: anyone who wants to - this has gone around for some time now so I'm pretty sure I'd be tagging people again~

#dash games #been a while since I did these mun memes #hopefully this helps anyone who wishes to reach out?

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Profile Tag Game

Hello: I'm Sakura! No offense, but umm... why do you want to talk to me? Haha! That was awkward... but jokes aside, let's strive to have a pleasant chat!~

Chat: Tickling - Do I like tickling? Well... yeah. It's been one of my "special" interests for as long as I can remember. W-why are you looking at me like that...?

Chat: Psychology - I don't get passionate about many things, but this, this is something I'm sure of.

Chat: Music - When my emotions can't get put into words, listening to music helps gather my thoughts.

When it Rains: I never understood how nature sounds can be relaxing. I just automatically tune out the noise.

After the Rain: Ugh, it's gonna get real cold tonight. Make sure to bundle up well, don't want our joints hurting now, haha!

When Thunder Strikes: *gasp* S-sorry, I get easily startled...

When it Snows: Snow...? I've never seen it myself. Although, I doubt my body could handle it.

When the Sun is Out: Hngh... my eyes are weak to such intense light...

When the Wind is Blowing: Even when I cut my hair shorter, it still brushes against my ears and neck! It tickles so bad... Don't laugh at me, haha!

Good Morning: Morning already...? Ugh... How do I get out of bed?

Good Afternoon: Can I nap already, pleaseeeee? I promise I'll do my work later.

Good Evening: It's evening, y'know what that means... Time to suddenly feel somewhat energetic and cram everything I didn't do during my day!

Good Night: Every night without fail, I'll daydream about my interests until I fall asleep.

About Sakura: Physical affection - I'm not the most touchy person out there, but that doesn't mean I'm against receiving it!

About Sakura: Relationships - I recently learned that I value my friendships more over romantic relationships, although I'm still a sucker for crappy romcoms.

About Sakura: Perception - It always baffles me when people describe me diferently as to how I view myself. It probably comes off as attention seeking, but I genuinly don't get it.

Something to Share: Language - My main language is actually spanish! Although I prefer to speak english, much easier hehe.

Interesting things: Growing up - Growing up is much less scarier than what other people make it out to be. Could've saved me the extra anxiety, haha!

Sakura's Hobbies: I don't open up about my hobbies much because of past judgement. But essentially, I like to play videogames and write. Sometimes I'll read or watch shows if I'm not too tired.

Sakura's Troubles: What troubles me...? Haha! Hahahaha! Where do I even begin?

Favorite Food: I could eat pasta every day of my life and die happy.

Least Favorite Food: I'm not really sure. I tend to dislike most foods based on texture more than taste.

About @xsezzie : Sezzie is such a sweet and caring person, I'm so glad I get to call her my friend. I wouldn't trade all those talks about MEN for anything, hehe~

About @nervousswitch : At first, I wasn't too fond of being viewed as a big sister, but Ariy has made me enjoy it, not gonna lie.

About @kairoscler : It's kinda crazy to think that Kairo showed up randomly one day in my ask box talking about lee Rui, and now we have such a strong bond.

About @lovinglyroses : Lucy is my platonic soulmate!~ But in all seriousness, I'm so glad to be friends with such a ray of sunshine.

About @practickles : Those thoughtful conversations I've had with Catet will forever reign in my heart.

About @jackytickles : With Jack, there's never a dull moment. He's one of the few people I'd go out of my way to hug.

About @azureyemberzz : Being friends with Amber is a rollercoaster of emotions. I don't like rollercoasters, but reaching the end makes it all worth it.

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Ty Sezzie for tagging me, this was fun to do (^○^)💖

Tagging: @kittyfluffies @jackytickles @duckymcdoorknob @kaerichan-yatta @kairoscler @lovinglyroses @practickles @azureyemberzz and anyone who wants to do it!

#tag game #genshin profile #profile tag game #random shitpost

[milks-thoughts]

It’s mee teehee 🤭

SO PROUD THAT YOU'RE WRITING! YOU'RE AMAZING AT THIS!! Please don't stop.

anyways, I was wondering *flutters eyelashes*

remember the episode bad hair day? Season 2 episode 17? Where Leo gets that (HOT AS HELL 😳) hair from that weirdo kid and spends his day being pampered at the spa & resort? What if he dragged his GN! S/O with him 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 but but but but, some girl tries to get his number because of how HOT HE IS and when he rejects her, she keeps following him and he eventually has to shove her off his back and show that he already has an s/o?!?! Would totally make my day ❤️

Ty baby boo bear 🥹 /p

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE <3 (also I kinda forgot you requested this??) ALSO I WATCHED VICTORIOUS WHILE WRITING THIS-

Leo was about to beat a bitch istg callin you ugly like that

S/O is described with long hair in a few scenes, this can be easily ignored ^^

TW: I dont know honestly- do tell me if I miss anything

Take A Hint

⚔︎ Leo thought today was gonna be so fun, getting pampered at the spa with his beloved S/O

⚔︎ it WAS fun, until Leo got denied at the door.

⚔︎ you told him you’d wait for him in the spa

⚔︎ SO IMAGINE YOUR SURPRISE WHEN HE WALKED UP TO YOU WITH HAIR

⚔︎ He told you the whole thing, you were MAD suspicious

⚔︎ can he really blame you? you WERE right in the end

⚔︎ okay completely off topic he did look good with hair

⚔︎ Leo grinned down at you, casting a shadow over your relaxing body. Your hair was draped over the floaty and into the water “ you should join me! the water’s nice “ your boyfriend simply shook his head “ I think I’ll stay out of the water “ you only hummed “ your loss “. Leo had turned on his heels, sitting on a chair he watched as horned yokai approach him, they had hair similarly textured to April and the tips of their horns were colored a dusty pink compared to their body being a dark red color. He looked up and smiled at them, upholding a polite conversation. They sat down on the chair (one of those long poolside ones) and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, he simply removed their hand and continued conversation. They asked one question that had you concerned “ are you perhaps..taken? I now a good place in the west side of the Hidden City “ Leo blinked and waved them off, ignoring the question. Standing up he sat by the pool and casted a shadow over you again. You hummed at him and rolled onto your stomach “ Leo, I though you were relaxing? “ you asked curiously. like you didn’t just hear that whole conversation, he shrugged and didn’t move splashing some water at him Leo squeaked and jumped back “ BETRAYAL! “ he shouted, you only laughed and shook your head “ okay you big baby “ the joking tone never leaving your voice once that whole time. He huffed and looked at the mud baths “ wanna join me? “ you looked at them and shook your head “ looks like sensory hell “ Leo only shrugged and plopped down in one, the yokai from earlier sat next to him “ you never answered my question “ they purred at him Leo looked your way as you got out of the water and sat on a chair. He could feel your insecurities from here. “ I am taken, and I have a- “ he raised his voice to a yell “-AMAZING PARTNER “ you jumped at the yell and spun your head around a furious blush on your face. The yokai looked at you “ really? them? “ they sneered out and Leo huffed “ you just have horrendous taste, your hair looks like a skunks ass by the way “ the yokai looked mortified as others around the two started whispering, they stood up and walked off in a huffy fit of noises. You tentatively sat down next to Leo, you didn’t say anything before he kissed your cheek and sat you in his lap “ their hair really did look like a skunks ass “ Leo belted out a laugh, his chuckles reverberated in his chest “ they really just could NOT take a hint! “ people around you got up because of your twos loud laughter. so what Leo gets hit on? he wouldn’t trade you for the world

[bonesandthebees]

rose chapter 8 lets gooooooo!!!! thanks bee for blessing us with your writing aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

wil's getting more scared by the second. he doesn't realise that he doesn't actually have anything to worry about when it comes to his dad's approval our boy has some validation issues :(.

and then there's the snow. at least the boys are bonding. i sense some building trust, and maybe at the end of this wil won't feel as comfortable 'sculpting' tommy as is the ideal he's been presented with but as i can see from phil's pov bro does not need to worry about that. awwww parental validation and ofc tommy also has some Issues(TM) there but he can tell us in his own time he's just a kiddd :((((

aeduo!!!! aeduo plotting!!!! oh man i love them!!! and they're having the same thoughts the rest of us are having about the bandits and stuff. though i have a feeling this is a curveball being thrown and it's someone else but i have no idea who rn so we're chilling with their suspicions.

and phil being protective father - he's trying to be a good one but he's a bit messed up but we love him for it

the name trading! you love your names and identity thingies and reveals as a show of trust i love that its telling of the value of names that we don't really see as much usually irl but names are super important.

thanks bee!!! - :D

ofc ofc ty so much for reading still!!

yeahhhh poor wilbur thinks he has to prove himself over and over to his father when in reality phil just sucks at expressing the fact that he loves his kid.

this entire wilderness survival trip has been a Bonding Adventure for the boys. wilbur has gone from hating tommy to trusting him with his life in the span of a week. trauma is wild.

aeduo plotting is so fun to write I love phil and techno's teamwork in this so much

phil might be bad at expressing his emotions but damn if he isn't gonna protect his kid

lol I don't know why I have such a soft spot for the name thing it just hits so hard every time for me and it's a fun thing to throw into situations like this. formalities and etiquette are such an integral part of royalty settings like this so I love showing character bonding through the slow shedding of those formalities

so glad you enjoyed!!

#ask #:D anon #rose ch 8

[transandersrights]

Hey Leo! Hope you're having an excellent Friday. For DADWC this week, how's about something Handers-y, maybe based around the lyrics "The city is painted with memory / the water will never run clear / the birds and the bees and the flowers and trees / they know that we've both been here" (from The Beths song 'Expert in a Dying Field) Have fun!

(I take prompts! See info here)

Ty for the prompt and the lovely song! I used the lyrics and wrote 1.1k of m!Handers fluff for @dadrunkwriting. No trees were harmed in the making of this fic

“Wait, we’re really—” Hawke couldn’t help it; the laughter spilled from his lips as he looked at the dagger (where did Anders get that? He didn’t need a knife to defend himself, and Hawke had never seen him use one) and then at the tree. “I’m not saying no, but Maker, Anders, that’s the kind of thing I used to think about doing ten years ago.”

Anders pouted. “Does that mean I need to convince you?” He said it so playfully. Like he hadn’t already blatantly buttered Hawke up with the trek up out of Kirkwall and the painstakingly picked date spot and the food (a gift from a grateful patient, he knew, because Bodahn hadn’t reported any kitchen mishaps lately).

All leading up to this: a knife and the gnarled bark of a tree that watched over Kirkwall with all the benevolence the Gallows statues couldn’t manage. The confession of a childish fantasy Anders had clawed out of every life-long disappointment.

“No, not at all.” There was something romantic about it all — Hawke had been allowed to date when he was a teenager, mostly because his parents didn’t believe in stopping him, but that didn’t mean he had. He’d certainly never had anyone like Anders. Never anyone he’d dream of overlooking his home with and carving a symbol of their future into something that would live longer than both of them. “Do you want to start, or should I?”

Anders looked down at the knife in his hands, a sheepish smile spreading over his face. “Do you know how to carve?”

A giggle escaped Hawke’s chest, and Anders’ expression turned ever so slightly embarrassed, an adorable flush spreading over his cheeks. “Never change, Anders.” He held out his hand for the knife and Anders relinquished it easily, his fingertips lingering against Hawke’s for just a moment when he passed it over.

Hawke shuffled slightly towards the tree, trying to pick out a good spot. Needed to find somewhere the bark was thick, not too close to anything that would actually damage it. It would be a really bad omen for whatever this was if they managed to kill the tree with a promise (and besides, Merrill would shout at them both if she found out, and she’d be right to). Finding a likely spot, Hawke took a moment to size it and the knife up.

It was pretty sharp; definitely the tool of someone’s trade. Had Anders pilfered it from a mugger in Darktown? Whoever its original owner, they’d kept it sharp and well-cared for, even if the handle was simple and wrapped in battered leather. It was bought for smaller hands than Hawke’s — Carta? — but it would work.

“Well, here we go.” Hawke offered Anders a smile, returned in a dazzlingly beautiful mirror on Anders' own face, and brought the knife to the wood in a shallow line. The wood resisted, but not too much; the first line was easy, the second even more so. The third… ended a little slanted, making a decidedly wonky ‘H’, but it worked. “Your turn.”

Hawke accompanied his words with a kiss, passing the knife over as he did. Anders fumbled with it for a moment, hand taking a while to close over the handle. “I’m blaming that on you being distracting,” he complained, but his tone stayed light. “You might have to guide me through this one.”

Oh, this was getting excessive, and Hawke was absolutely going to keep playing along if Anders was so keen on this little game. There was no way at all that Anders was this bad with a knife, even if he’d never wielded one in combat. “Do you want me to hold your hand?”

“Maybe in a moment,” Anders confessed. “Give me a chance to get it right, though. Am I holding it okay?”

Hawke glanced at his hand. There really wasn’t an incorrect way to hold a knife unless you were trying. Fortunately, he was in fact holding the knife in a perfectly normal way. “You’re good,” he said. “I promise you, this isn’t that hard.”

“Sure, say that now.” Anders inched towards the tree, eyeing it almost warily. It was funny — sometimes, Anders was the most confident person Hawke knew. Sometimes it was more like this. “You might not feel the same when I produce the wonkiest letter known to man.”

“Just give it a shot,” Hawke said, laying what he hoped was a comforting hand on Anders’ shoulder. “You wanted to do this, right?”

Anders nodded. “I guess we can fix it if the first cut is bad.”

Hawke was almost tempted to point out that it was just a handful of marks with a knife in the bark of a tree, but he knew that wasn’t what this meant. Not to him and certainly not to Anders. “We can. So go on.”

Anders swallowed, staring at the trunk for a moment longer. He leaned in, making a tentative cut. He grimaced, then went back in a little deeper until an uneven diagonal line appeared next to the H. “This… isn’t that hard, huh?”

“Nope.” Hawke popped the p, waiting for Anders to finish off. His confidence in the knife restored, he made the other two cuts quickly, his hand steady. When he was done, he turned to Hawke with a grin that vastly outsized the triviality of what they’d done. In all fairness, Hawke returned it with exactly the same brightness. “There! Now we’re in the tree forever.”

“And the land will remember.” Anders smiled wider. “No matter what happens.”

His gaze didn’t drift back to the city, but Hawke knew what he was thinking about. It was hard to feel the walls closing in on them in the same way out here, but that didn’t mean the problems weren’t still there. Once this day was over, when they left this piece of joy behind, they’d be right back where they started.

Except… Hawke let his hand rest on Anders’, taking the knife back. When their fingers knocked together, it still felt like sparks shot up his arm, just like the first time they ever touched. The last bit was much harder than a series of straight lines, and it ended up looking decidedly wonky, but it was recognisable enough that Anders took one look at the heart carved into the bark and burst into laughter lighter than Hawke had heard in almost all the time he’d known him.

“I love you too,” he said, leaning to rest his head on Hawke’s shoulder, and he knew they had a little longer to just enjoy themselves. They deserved this much, at least.

#dragon age fanfiction #handers #anders dragon age #hawke dragon age #dragon age drunk writing circle

[dailycass-cain]

Detective Comics #1069 has a SURPRISE appearance and yeah it caught me completely unaware of that sneaky sneak Ram V (okay he did hint this was coming). So let's get into this.

I've been following this tale off and on (I kind of want to read this more in trades because the wait is killing me every month for more issues. 😝

I'd rather read this all in one sitting). But I still find myself drawn to these issues making me get and read them cause THEY'RE SO GOOD!  This run feels like an under-the-radar thing.  It's got good Bruce, doing stuff with Gordon, Renee, Talia, Two-Face, and Mr. Freeze.

The character work is exceptional that writer Ram V is doing here. Weaving stuff from his own run on Catwoman while also tying other stuff.

Here we get that in spades this issue with Batman and Oracle talking about the lower levels of Gotham (which Ram V has been going to town on).

Now a new player has been added to this run.

I do like how Ram V goes back to the James Tynion IV way of treating Cass/Steph like agents Babs uses while she does Oracle things. It gives Babs a rest as Batgirl (allowing her to be Oracle), and allows when she does make those issues more special.

So yeah, we have Cass entering this run for the first time and yeah I'm hyped.  Because there are subtle little things Ram V is doing here besides just bringing her in.

Cass is only in it for a few panels but her presence is all over the back half of this issue. The setup for the next is sweet. Because you have Cass, Lian Harper, and a SURPRISE guest in these Warrens taking on the goons of the "Big Bad" of this run.

I doubt we'll get much but there could be some GREAT character interaction to be had here. You have Lian/Cass both daughters of murder moms. Like, this might be the first time the two could be meeting.

Then you have the SURPRISE guest who ties into well what modern Cass has been doing well with but not so much in Batgirls (yet) and that's bond with the "freaks" of Gotham.

We had that with Clayface in Tynion's Tec run. We had that with Wong doing that with Orca in their issue of DC: Doom & the Damned #1.  Now we might be getting that too.

I mean there's a chance Bruce might interject, but man there's so much character work to be had here, and the character's been put thru the ringer. I want this so bad next.

If not we got Cass/Lian vs the goons vs WILD CARD. No matter what, this'll be a very a fun read next issue.

Plus the back half art just slaps. There are multiple artists this issue and I'm at a loss for who drew this amazing Cass.

There's just a proper Batman-lite in the way Cass acts here in just the panels. I'm really hyped now about where she goes for this story.👊

#dc comics #cassandra cain #my thoughts