#I'm a baby with watercolors T^T

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY x Y/N (modern au) part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

(cw: modern au, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm countdown, kissing, angst/fluff, comfort, reader is a survivor. [a/n--sorry i'm like this. i'm using these stories to heal])

(a/n: i'm overwhelmed with unabashed joy and therefore must never cringe)

Songs: "Jackie and Wilson" by Hozier, "To Be Alone" by Hozier

word count: 1.7k

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Luffy leans his weight into you, pressing you into the hotel mattress.

"Hiya," he murmurs against your lips. His elbows are on either side of your head, and he's thrusting gently against your clothed cunt. His jeans are riding low around his hips, and you scrabble desperate fingers under the hem of his shirt. His abs are soft and warm under your touch.

"Hey," you breathe, lifting the arch in your back to press your chest deeper into his. He slides his arms under your shoulders, and holds you close as he kisses you again. Your arms are around his neck, pressing him as tightly to you as you can. It's so good to feel him.

Real.

Apart from your virtual ventures, you haven't gotten much play besides your girlfriend. (Which is great, by the way.) But it's been a while since you've had a man. You love masculinity, love the traces of his jaw against your skin. Love the weight of him, pressing into you. Nami is so much smaller than you--you curvy and her thin--you always feel a little clumsier, around her. And femininity is great and all, but sometimes you just need a dick.

And Luffy seems more than happy to give it to you.

"What can I do ta ya?" He rasps softly against your ear. He takes the lobe in his teeth, pulling slightly. You whine in the back of your throat--short and sweet.

"Um--," you push up your chin, scooting closer under him. "I w-wanna make you cum," you confess.

Cherry blossoms bloom along his cheeks.

"I'd like that," he grins, teething at your jawline, "You've already done it once before. Plus, like, two more times since then, ha."

You bust out a laugh, helpless beneath him. He shakes over you, giggling too. "Well, I'm so glad," you huff out a breath, and press a kiss to his collarbone. His round face is open wide and shining, eyes crinkling like half-moons in his bronze skin.

Wow.

You've got it bad.

Luffy nuzzles against your cheek. "Thanks for that, baby." He rolls his hips against you once more. You gasp, face heating like a rose.

"Lu-uffy," you hook your legs around his thick waist, bringing him closer (harder) against you. He starts thrusting quicker, friction both electrocuting and freezing you in place. He regards you down the edge of his tip-turned nose. A sharp eyebrow twitches upward as he smirks.

"Wan' more?"

You nod, furiously, as you break away to tug off your shirt. Luffy sits back on his heels to take off his own, pulling the red t-shirt off over his head with one hand. You stare at his frame, lithe and muscular, and lick your lips. "You're welcome, by the way."

He giggles.

"Shishishi, guess it's my turn to please you," he leans forward again, hand going to the small of your back as he lays you down. The pillows crinkle beneath you. The hotel smells like lemon-scented bleach. A watercolor painting of a fox hangs on the wall in front of you.

Luffy's face is between your legs.

He kisses around your abdomen, over your bellybutton and along the waistband of your skirt. He slyly unzips it, dragging the silver buckle down the length of your thigh. He flicks his dark eyes back up to you, questioning, and you swallow with a nod. He pulls the leather fabric off of you in one, swift motion. Then his fingers are curled in your underwear, pulling them down your legs, too. You let him, lifting your hips for him to undress you. The cotton slides down your shivering thighs, his fingertips grazing your already-heated skin. He smiles, genuinely, as he gazes at your heat.

"S'pretty for me," he murmurs, ghosting both hands back up your thighs. He lies down slowly, making intense eye contact with your clit. You hum, snuggling back into the covers. They were soft, and downy. Your tits splay out side to side as you get comfy.

"Like it?" You ask, arching an eyebrow as he grins at you. His eyes flare like black opal, and your stomach drops. You're fucking in for it.

"Love it, pretty."

And then his tongue is at your clit, flicking over and over again with an intense speed. You groan, arching your back as your legs tighten around his head. His hair is fluffy and ticklish against your inner thigh. You card your fingers through it, gripping tightly. His locks are velvet soft, and you whine.

He pulses in with two fingers, curling upward with the pads of his third and fourth digits. His fingers are strong and thick, and he pumps them into you while he laps at your clit.

"Mm-fuck!" You squeal, twitching against his jaw. His licking and sucking fill the room with perverse noises, and your muffled squeaks aren't doing much to help. Luffy is hungrily groaning into your cunt, grinding his hips against the bed. "Y-you--," you pant, squeezing your eyes shut, "I--want you!" You moan with your spine curled forward, hunching around your pleasure as Luffy speeds up.

"Not yet," he tugs at your strings, playing you like a violin. Deft fingers illustrate a symphony your nerves are only just this shy of being able to withstand. You whimper, nails digging into his scalp. "Wanna see ya cum, first."

His nose is pressed against your pubic bone, his tongue now doing figure eights on your messy clit. Saliva and slick slip down his face and onto the mattress beneath you. He traces imaginary shapes on your clit, over and over again, almost like letters. You let out a gasp, laughing.

"Ya spellin' somethin'?" You ask, neck craned to watch him work.

"Mm," he hums, fingers stretching out like scissors. You shake, beneath his touch. "Wanna guess?"

You laugh out loud, now, and let your head fall back against the pillows with a soft thump. "Umm...," you breathe, chest ragged and heaving. Your skin is on fire by now, plush and deep velvet as you rake your hands over your own thighs. Your fingernails leave traces of scarlet ribbon in their wake. "M-maybe, 'cum?'" You guess, rutting your hips up against his face.

"Nuh-uh."

"Fuck--," you buck your hips. He giggles, vibrating against your cunt. "You're impossible," you mutter, before bringing your focus back on the shapes his tongue is now lazily curling out along your clit.

A curl, a circle, a line?

You whimper, unable to focus.

"I--I have ADHD," you cover your eyes with a forearm, "This isn't fair."

"Me too!" He happily exclaims, before diving back in to repeat his movements. His tongue is so...dexterous.

"L...Luffy?" You sound out, eyebrows scrunched as you search the ceiling for answers. "Are you spelling your own name?"

"Luffy's," he corrects, "'Cuz you're mine now."

"Oh, am I?" You tease, relaxing back in the bed as he fucks you with his hand. Your body is shivering, aching now, as it craves release. "Did you do the apostrophe?"

"The what?"

"Nevermind," you laugh, shaking your head against the pillow. Your hair is spread out, soft and tangled, around you. You lift up a little to make eye contact with him. He's staring directly at your cunt, pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly. He's drooling.

"Gonna make me cum, or what?"

He flares his gaze back up to you, wild and dark, and starts to speed up. He crooks his fingers, his other thumb pressing hard into your clit now. "Five," he says, without warning.

"What?"

He looks over your shaking form with adoration, plus something that almost looks like bloodlust. "Four." He licks his lips as he gazes back up at you. He pinches your clit, and you scream.

"Luffy!!!" You squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling as you bow forward. He snickers.

"Three."

His fingers crook up--delicious--as he speeds up inside you. His pace is unbelievably fast--almost like a vibrator. "F-fuck--," you groan, scrabbling at his head with feeble hands.

"Two."

He's pulling at your clit between finger and thumb, harsh and lovely and spurring you on toward the swell of your symphony. "That's it, baby, moan f'me," he coos, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. "One."

Fuck--

"Lu--," his name is cut off as a chorus on your lips, now gone silent as you shudder through an orgasm. You've never cum this hard, before.

Your name is silent on his lips, as well.

You don't see it, bowed forward and clutching at his hair, but his lips move in the shape of your name, over and over as he gazes at you in awe. Your pretty lips, your wild hair, he can't handle the way you choke on his name. He slows his fingers down inside you.

"Good, baby?" He asks, running a strong hand up and down your leg. His other goes to palm his cock beneath his shorts. He's aching for you, now. You nod, forcing your breathing to cool down. Something was--coming up for you, and you can't help the tears that slide hot and salty onto your cheeks.

[a/n: this is now completely selfish and personal to me, so don't read on if you'd like the story to end here. smut is over now lol]

"'M...sorry," you say, embarrassment flooding through you. "Sorry," you shake, gone cold all of a sudden, as something knotted and thorny comes undone in your chest. Something after--after all these years. "I'm sorry!"

He shushes you, cooing at you immediately. He rushes up to wrap you in his arms, stroking your hair as you start to sob. You press your face into his sternum, and take a shuddering breath. "'M sorry," you say again, pressed against his sweaty skin. You sniff, wetly.

"I'm sorry," he says, kissing the top of your head. He feels so strong around you. "Did I do something wrong?"

You swallow, shaking your head against the muscles of his chest. His scar is a flat pane of scarlet in your eye. "Nope, not you. Someone--else." That's all you say, and that's all he asks.

"I got you," he whispers, humming as he plants more kisses atop your head. You cringe into him, wrapping your own arms around his back. "Don't say sorry anymore, baby. 'S not your fault."

"I know," you whisper, bitter. "I'm just--sorry I'm like this, is all. I don't wanna be, anymore. But..."

"But ya gotta cry, sometimes. I know," he whispers, then tilts your chin up to his face. He's smiling softly at you, hotel lights sending twinkles in his gray eyes. "I cry, too."

You smile, in spite of yourself, and reach up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you."

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#do i introduce conflict or no #hmmmmmm #i'm an m dash lover #that turned out so much heavier than i anticipated #oh well #luffy fanfic #luffy angst #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy x reader #luffy comfort #tw: sex mention #luffy smut #one piece fanfic #one piece smut #modern au #dumpster dive #my writing

[nalluni]

- Imagine reforming couple shirts with hongjoong.

Note: i know that hongjoong has used watercolors when reforming t-shirt, but please bear with me on this one 🙏🏼 i hope it's good enough to enjoy!

Fandom: Ateez Pairing: hongjoong x reader

Reforming clothes was always fun for hongjoong, he has even made a few videos on vlive showing off the process of some pieces to his fans and you always were amazed on how talanted he was when doing it.

But this time hongjoong had been sitting on the floor in your shared appartment, scratching his brilliant head not knowing what he would create this time.

"God so annoying!" Sitting in another room you could hear hongjoong suddenly blurting out probably feeling frustrated.

Smiling to yourself you stood up from the chair you were sitting on, now getting really interested in what hongjoong was doing. You peeked from the door, and you could see his back facing you.

It was always really interesting to you, getting to see some of hongjoongs work and how everything was so different from each other every time. Sadly you never experienced it first hand and would always end up seeing the final result of his magic, sure it saddened you to never watch him work but at the same time you were understandable and didn't want to disturb him. But this time was different.

"Do you need any help babe?" You blurted out, almost making hongjoong jump in your sudden presence.

"Omg don't sneek up on me like that! Crazy person!" Hongjoong had his hand on his chest probably hurting from your scare.

"I'm sorry hongie, i just heard how frustrated you were so i thought i could come and help" you walked inside the room and sat down next to hongjoong with a smile on your face.

"Sure i guess, i have these white t-shirts but i don't know what to do?" Hongjoong sounded defeated while confessing his struggle to you while pouting.

You sat there for a while trying to think of something, and suddenly like a cliché cartoon lighbulb you got an idea.

"Why not make couple shirts?" you asked nervously, hongjoong looked at you surprised but his eyes soften finding your ideá very cute.

You felt your cheeks becoming warm as you noticed his reaction and quickly looked down on your fidgeting hands.

"I-I know it's probably cheesy and dumb, but i've always wanted to have a couple item with you" you continued now feeling very shy about what you just had told him.

"You're too cute baby" hongjoong let out a chuckle making you look up at him again meeting his eyes "anything for you"

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After trying and trying to come up with a theme on how the shirt would look like nothing seemed to stick on hongjoongs mind and once again he sighed in annoyance.

"Ugh this isn't working! What's wrong with me today!" Hongjoong put down his pencil after drawing some earlier ideas.

"It's not that bad" you told him, after looking at what he had drawn.

"Of course it is, i hate it!" Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at him, getting annoyed with him you decided to take charge of the situation.

"Take off your shirt" you demanded him, not trying to get embarrased at the little request.

"Do what? How can you get hor-" hongjoongs words what cut off by your hand.

"Omg don't be such a perv! J-just do it" stuttering you removed your hand from his mouth and you could see a smile had formed on his lips.

"Eager are we?" He continued teasing while giving you his signature smirk before taking off his shirt as you demanded.

"Gosh no, now just put this on instead" you replied giving him the white shirt he was gonna use for his reforming.

While he did you quickly took some paint on your fingers ready for payback, and before he could say anything you attacked his face with the paint.

"That's what you get for teasing me!" You laughed as you watched his expression showing how surprised he was.

"You're so gonna regret doing that"

hongjoong grabbed some nearby paint ready to get his revenge, but you were already up and running scared that he might catch you.

At the end he actually ended up catching you under him on the plastic covered floors. He claimed his victory by smearing his own paint all over your face.

"Fine you win! I surrender!!" You admitted defeat smiling at him.

"Don't you ever dare challange me again, you know i'll always win" he smiled back leaning in closer to you.

"Now for my price" hongjoong continued going in for a sweet kiss not caring if any of the paint actually ended up on his lips.

Later on both of you ended up cleaning your faces, and changing clothes. And the white t-shirt hongjoong was wearing now had many colors smeared all over itself, and to both of your surprise the outcome didn't look that bad.

"I guess this is what we will make then?" Hongjoong laughed and you couldn't help laughing at his comment as well.

#Ateez #Kim Hongjoong #Hongjoong #Hongjoong x reader #Kim hongjoong x reader #Imagine #Hongjoong imagine #Gif imagine #Nalluniimagines #Fanfic #Oneshot

[tangled-wires-and-a-dead-heart]

Here's a drawing of Eleanor! She's my little princess <3

There's a whole bunch of info on her + her worldstate under the cut!

(here's her outfits during the episodes so far!)

Info/headcanons for her:

She's an art streamer! Her favorite medium to work with is watercolors and acrylics!

She lives in a dingy studio apartment, an entire corner of this apartment is dedicated to her art- it's a huge mess.

She has a border Collie named buddy!

Her main income is from streaming but as a side gig she pet-sits (as in babysitting pets)

She's a huge animal lover and can't stand people harming/mistreating animals. When you get to know her it could be argued that she likes to talk with animals than people!

She's generally nice and tries to get along with everyone else around her no matter how they treat her. This isn't necessarily hard because most people tend to just naturally like her.

This does lead to her having a difficulty with developing relationships with a lot of people.

She can find it hard to grow past the friendly acquaintance/"friend that you talk to whenever you see them but don't really hangout outside of that" phase of relationships with most people (there are exceptions to this but this is how she viewed most of her connections with people)

This leads her to feel lonely even when she constantly surrounds herself with people (not that anyone would be able to notice unless she told them because she always has an air of confidence about her)

This whole problem is why she likes to talk with animals more than people, a lot of animals are fickle and are much harder to get along with than people are. It's just naturally easier for her to connect with animals because she has to work more in order to become closer.

(she definitely pretended that she was a cat when she was a kid- like she was reenacting warrior cats with actual forest animals-)

Her time in Scarlet Hollow has taught her a lot about relationships and how to properly bond with people and it's led to her being able to form closer and more meaningful relationships with people.

She doesn't even try to hide her gift in the slightest. People usually don't believe her anyways and besides it's an important part of who she is, she isn't just going to hide it just because others think that it's a bit odd.

Oh yeah and if it wasn't obvious her traits are hot/talk to animals!

She adores Dustin, that's her little drawer possum baby.

She's a huge believer in anything paranormal/supernatural because hey- if she can literally talk to animals, then who is she to say that Bigfoot or aliens can't also exist.

Stuff about her worldstate:

Duke's dead, Eleanor saved Gretchen. She felt Gretchen trying to slip away and instinctively dove for her. She feels absolutely awful over Duke's death though.

She spent Monday night at Stella's house

She told Tabitha about the kids sneaking into the mines

Rosalina lost her foot in the mine collapse. Eleanor really didn't want to leave a bunch of kids behind in a collapsing mine, it wouldn't be right. She also just didn't want anymore possible deaths to occur as a result of her in action.

On Wednesday she slipped away from Tabitha to go and hang out with Stella.

She told Stella that she should invite Avery to go ghost hunting.

Eleanor invited Tabitha ghost hunting

They both left the ghost in Oscar's house. She felt confident in her decision at the time because Tabitha was there but after the night had passed she felt bad that Oscar lost his job and both he and Rosalina lost their home. If Tabitha wasn't there she probably would've given her years to the ghost.

When searching for Stella on Thursday she had a conversation with pastor Daniel about their shared gift and about the situation with Tulip and the church's rats.

On Thursday she didn't go to Sybil's tea reading and while the "Canon" (as in the choice I chose in game) reason as to why she didn't go was because she didn't trust her (which now that I'm thinking of it- she is probably a bit distrustful towards her- especially after Wednesday) I think that the main reason she didn't go was because she just thought that she didn't have time for it- Stella was missing and no one around town had seen her. Eleanor really cares about Stella and she wants to make sure that she's okay first and foremost. (This is before the stone in the clinic takes over lol-)

Reese leaves the clinic without killing doctor Kelly due to Eleanor calming him down. She's just happy that she was able to deescalate the situation before anything horrible happened.

She was able to find Stella with the help of the dog militia.

She stayed the night over at Stella's again and started a romance with her.

#my art! #scarlet hollow #scarlet hollow spoilers #eleanor scarlet #scarlet hollow mc #here she is. i love her so much #she's my baby <3

[caringcg]

What am I like out of cg headspace?

TW: mention of sh scars (not in detail, just mentioned)

Well, I'm an okay student, I am pretty good at reading and writing,, I'm decent at anything that isn't math, I love sewing, infact, I've made my little some onsies. In my free time I draw (watercolor is my favorite medium), put random stuff on my walls (mainly coloring pages my little made for me), and I love charity work!!

What do I look like? I'm super short, 5'2, I'm usually wearing band T shirts or hoodies, I tend to steal clothes from my dad, so lots of oversized clothes. My skin is covered in imperfections, sh scars, freckles, and bruises. My hair is wavy and POOFY I have that transmasc haircut with the bangs idk how to describe it.

Uhhhh, I think that's it??? I'm pretty boring :)

Byebye sweet babies!!

#agere caregiver #sfw age dreamer #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #age regression caregiver #sfw babyspace #safe agere #sfw littlespace #deco pacifier #sfw age regression

[calculosavulsos]

05.28.22

I'm finaly sharing some recent things. Now that I installed tumblr's android app I really hope to be able keep my blog.

This month was rough because my computer stopped to work properly (right back in the month's begging), I lost my bujo (on this Wednesday) and I almost lost my phone too. Overall, what makes me the saddest is my bujo because I did my may spread in watercolor and it ended up cool (strange but cool) also the entire bujo was made all by myself and I don`t even have enougth pictures of it. Yeah... I feel soooo stupid. My computer also made me sad but I will have it fixed once I get money.

To earn some money I engaged in a local market-place selling panettones that I usually do at home. I sold them all but it still not enought to fix my computer as I initially thought.

I might start the 100 days of productivity chalange on tumbr, but I really think it will be very overwelming to me, so I gonna do baby steps.

#phi1.61

[mimidoodling]

I died for so fricking long... But sup!!! How's life going?? 😶💖✨

Sooo!! It's not like me not being active would matter at all🤔😂 but ahh I feel so guilty for leaving like that😔😔 even in my reblogs in my official account I've been dead😔😔 to explain it... I think I got tired of tumblr?? 🤔🤔 Idk if that makes any sense😅 but ahh!!! I decided to try and come here for a while cause.... I drew something👉👈 🥺✨

(I mean this is my drawing acc so🤔😂😂)

Ahhh!! I hope you like it!! ✨✨✨

I basically draw this thinking of this home called "This is Home" by Cavetown 😶✨✨ and I recently made a thing too with that song so... Yup✨✨✨

Idk How to share it tho T^T

(I suck at taking pictures helpT^T)

Also you may fine the first word of my favorite Norray fic written in Morse code😌✨✨ cause... Why not?? ✨✨💖😌

(watercolors are a thing that I have learned to hate and love at the same time😌😌💖✨😂)

Take care!! 💖💖

#the promised neverland #take care 💖💖 #tpn fanart #ynn fanart #doodles #yakusoku no neverland #ynn #yakusoku no neb?rando #tpn #fanart #tpn norray #norray #watercolourpainting #watercolour flowers #watercolour art #I'm a baby with watercolors T^T #And with everything T^T #tpn norman #tpn ray #ynn norman #ynn ray #norman 22194 #ray 81194 #22194 #81194 #morse code #this is home #I basically draw this with that song in mind😌✨ #So yup hi!! ✨✨ #Take care💖💖

[toonytoodles]

G/t families part 3;

Tiny parent × big kids;

"Kids put down your father/mother, show them some respect"

"[Youngest], your parent is not a toy!"

"You can't stuff your mom in a drawer cause she said no"

Being forced to do tea parties/ pretend to interact with dolls for the sake of your child's happiness

"Be careful with them!"

Finger painting that ends up in the tiny parent being covered in watercolors

Constant reminders to play gently

Never getting anything done cause the kid grabs you every time they want attention- every. single. time.

Tantrums/night time routines are a nightmare

"Don't pretend you can't hear me because you don't like what I have to say young lady!"

[Kid gently squashes parent until he gets what he wants- but tiny parent isn't giving in. It's a battle of wills.]

"You put me in a jar and you will be grounded for the rest of your life-"

Trying to comfort them is hard, especially if they're really young

Sick kids are hard to tend to, but it's gotta be done

"Help me off the table" "increase my allowance" "HONEY GET IN HERE" "joking- joking! I'll help you down"

Billy dropped his favorite thing under the couch? Tiny mommy to the rescue

Big kid "kidnapping" their parent and bringing them to show and tell

"Sweetie can you hand me that?... I meant the remote, not your father- no don't put him back I want both now"

Big parent × small kid

Babies are so incredibly tiny, they can fit in the center of your palm, and yet your love for them is bigger than you are

You're a jungle gym now, and they will run circles around you

Piggy back rides? Nah, shoulder and head rides- maybe even a pocket or purse trip

"My mom is BIG, and BEAUTIFUL!"

Hand hugs hand hugs hand hugs hand-

Bad dream? Bullies? Any problems ever? Not when your 90ft dad is around kiddo I'll do everything I can to fix it

"I can't reach" isn't a problem for long

Giant parents laying on the floor while their tiny kid learns how to walk- they can pull themselves up on the giant, the parents hands can act as a cushiony safety railing as they learn how to get around

"Why's mom twice my size?" "... She's like at least six times your size, let's go work on your homework"

Cooking miniature foods and packing teeny tiny lunches

Bonus, mermaid G/t fam thoughts;

Big ol mermaid parent gently pinching your fins to stop you from swimming of and doing something stupid- they'll keep you safe

Kid gets beached while looking at the surface? Dad can pick you up and help you back in the water, but you're getting a stern talking to about going near the land

Really small kids getting caught in plastic or a bottle or something can be helped by a larger family member

Playing hide and seek in kelp/reefs/coral can get tricky

Open ocean is a no go

Watch out for the undertow, and watch out for moms fins while she swims

"I'm serious- watch out for hooks and nets kiddo, that stuff is no joke"

Imagine if your partner and/or kids are all like shrimp sized- how do you keep track of that? Or, all they're all whale sized, you never lose track of them, however they don't always see you

Mermaid sizes/features being based on the type of fish they are; goldfish mermaid dating an oarfish mermaid? HUGE size difference

Tinies finding the prettiest sea shells to show the bigs

Tinies investigating ship wrecks and stuff cause the others are too big to look inside

Big fishes protecting small fishes from predators- that's mine

A human visiting their big/tiny loved ones on the pier

Mermaid fear play? You can't swim fast enough to get away from them

Feel free to add more it's 12am and this is all I could think about so it may not be perfect whoops

#giants #gt #giant #g/t #g/t fluff #gentle giant #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t community #gianttiny #sfw g/t #g/t family #g/t related #g/t prompts #domestic g/t

[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[mandoinevarro]

heyy so i heard you were taking suggestions???

i cant stop thinking about this modern au where din is a detective and reader is either another detective or a witness or something and they end up working a case together? maybe set in christmas for an extra creepy vibe? smut or not ill leave that to you, but youre one of my favorite writers and id love to read your take on this :)

hey anon, you heard right! i'm sorry that it took me a bit long to write this but i liked your idea and i wanted to get it right, so here it is. i changed a few things, but hopefully you'll still enjoy it.

Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: uhhhhhhhhhh T? M? i'll probably write more about this AU and if i'm being honest it'll most likely evolve into E—either way no minors

Warnings: well no smut so far but i have 0 self control so who knows what the future holds… anyway: crime, c*ps, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, missing people, mentions of drugs, and very unethical journalism :D

a/n: I realize that Horatio Mythrol is the dumbest name in the world but let's see you come up with a better one

Words: 4.8k

       TWELVE DRUMMERS DRUMMING

The early December drizzle fell like frozen needles on your cheeks. It dragged the lampposts’ light like smudged watercolor, creating a fuzzy orange halo around them, the only pigment outside of the black and grey spectrum. That and the yellow tape.

The sirens are off. Red and blue rotating lights are no longer necessary to alarm neighbors of possible dangers. This quiet suburban neighborhood in the outskirts of Nevarro has learnt to recognize the screeching tires of squad cars, the panicked murmuring of half-asleep officers and detectives.

Too cheesy. True-crime-podcast level of cheesy. Not that the Nevarro Bee was the pinnacle of investigative journalism and crime reporting, but the last thing you needed was to look like an amateur in your first assignment.

You hadn’t had time to give yourself a pep talk before the call came. It had jolted you awake, your screeching ringtone cutting through your slumber like oil in water, a rough voice that took you a couple of seconds to recognize: “Horatio Mythrol. 352 Cypress Street.” A pause. “You were right.” The line went dead.

Your stomach swirled with dread and sick excitement. With pride. Your hunch had been right.

The next call had been less ominous.

“I dunno, kid,” your editor slurred. You could hear the clicking of his typewriter, a leftover from his time as a stringer in the 80s. 2:50 a.m. and the old worker bee was still at the office. “You’re a rookie. This isn’t rookie work.”

“Come on, Fett, I got the tip.” All that time reporting on Little League games and interviewing the kaki-wearing winners of the Best Lawn Award had finally paid off. This was your one-way golden ticket out of covering county fairs—you’d rather stick your fingers below carnival bumper cars than writing another piece on the latest hot dog eating competition. “Fennec’s out covering that embezzlement thing in Corellia, who’re you gonna send? Calican?”

You heard him huff in time with a key jamming.

“Be serious.”

“I am.” You were already half dressed, stumbling from cold bedsheets to a colder bedroom with a leg half up your jeans. “I got the tip straight from the police department. From my source. I can do this.”

He typed to the rhythm of his ruminating. “You sure you wanna jump on the crime beat, kid? Cops can be assholes.”

“Can’t be worse than soccer moms.”

“Might be dangerous.”

“I’ve got pepper spray.”

It hadn’t been raining when you left your apartment. The jacket you’d worn for the cold, but you’d foregone the rain boots. You inevitably felt out of place in your stupid soaked sneakers, as you watched from a block away the warm, protective gear that cops and crime scene techs were clad in. A boulder settled deep in your stomach when you imagined yourself walking across the street with shaky hands and a notepad filled with more doodles than quotes—Baby’s First Crime Scene. The uniforms on scene would raise their snouts and smell it off you like brand-new plastic: a rookie, some amateur, a kid among the pros.

No. No, you could definitely handle this. You got the tip. For the time being, you were the first and only journalist on scene—even the nightcrawlers seemed to have missed this one—and this was your story. Christ, you could do this. Fett only asked for ten inches of copy and one quote from law enforcement. Piece of cake.

Your sneakers squeaked across the shining asphalt as you crossed the street, fingers trembling in your pockets from the cold and the anxiety. Nobody seemed to care much about your presence on the sidewalk. Officers circled around you, spoke codes into their radios, helped techs unload equipment. You were early. The chief of police wasn’t here yet, and neither were the detectives. Your source had been the first on scene—thanks to you, of course—so he’d kept his word, which you’d only half-expected.

A heavy-limbed officer ducks behind yellow tape with a black light in his arms. A crime scene technician in a white boiler suit carries a jug of luminol inside the luxurious 70s bungalow at the end of Cypress Street. Despite the fully-equipped van, the squad cars that keep rolling in by the second and the top-notch technology at the disposition of Nevarro PD, every uniform on scene carries the haunted look in their eyes of someone who’s been in this position one too many times. They know that luminol will not flare up white and neon inside this bungalow. They know that the only prints they’ll pick up will belong to the owner of the house, Horatio Mythrol, the man who is currently missing.

You walked until the yellow tape grazed your waist. Cops bumped into you, murmuring apologies or curses. Word was starting to get out, but not fast enough. The police station was a twenty-minute drive away from the crime scene. The uniforms that were already here had either been patrolling the area or running red lights. Or, of course, they’d already known what houses they needed to stake out—which was the case of your source. A man you couldn’t find anywhere among the hive of buzzing cops.

Shit. You needed that quote.

Flipping out your legal pad and asking random, grumpy cops for on-the-record quotes, pretty please, didn’t seem like the most sensitive plan of action.

This is the fourth disappearance in less than two months. The Nevarran upper-class neighborhood that has been rocked by what some call a crime wave (nobody really calls it that—most women in the line at the grocery shop insist it’s a serial killer) already shows signs of the fear settling into its inhabitants. Tall fences have been built, CCTV cameras blink red at passersby, some front doors have ditched Christmas crowns and mistletoe for triple locks. And yet, Nevarro PD insists the cases are not related. The public isn’t so sure. (The public, aka, you.) Last week during a press conference (that you hadn’t been allowed to attend) Chief—

“You, with the sneakers,” someone barked behind you.

It made you jump. It made your ears and neck warm because goddamnit you had to wear those fucking sneakers. Mostly, it made you want to trade places with Horatio Mythrol when you turned to find an officer in full uniform scowling at you, and you said the single stupidest thing you could: “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” The cop’s arms were crossed, highlighting the nametag on her left side that read Reeves and the badge on her right side that said Captain. “You live here?”

“Um, no.”

“You see anything?”

“No, I’m…” You knew it was a mistake before you said it. “I’m press.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Really? What, you want a quote?” Captain Reeves stepped towards you, you stepped back until your waist bended the yellow tape. Somehow, you didn’t think saying yes and pulling out your pen and legal pad would do you any good. “Well, here’s your quote, Press: The last thing we need in an active crime scene is a glorified web sleuth getting in our way and distracting officers. We have this under control.” She paused for a second to let it sink in. It did. “Beat it.”

And beat it you did.

Sort of.

You wore your best wimp face and scurried away like a scared little mouse running away from the Big Bad Wolf, an act you knew cops soaked up as their daily shot of god complex. You were only half-acting. Reeves’ coal eyes burned into you all the way to the end of the street, where tall cypresses prevented passersby from plunging into the river below. It was only after you spotted her telltale cop smirk and she turned around, that you took cover behind the cypresses to trek back to the house with what you knew was a shit-eating grin.

If one believed town gossip—and you certainly did—Captain Koska Reeves had a reputation for bending civil rights as far back as she did suspects’ arms: guilty ‘til proven innocent, anything you say I’ll paraphrase to my liking, if you cannot afford you ain’t getting one. Anyone with a brain would’ve marched straight back home—that is, anyone who didn’t know that Miss Congeniality here didn’t have the upper hand for once. Fourth disappearance in less than two months and Nevarro PD had a whole bunch of nothing, not a single print or drop of blood or speck of semen to waive around as a white flag. You saw it during the press conferences, when they babbled about unreleased information and an abundance of physical evidence. Bullshit. Reeves’ eyes had sunk deep into their pockets under the weight of all that imaginary evidence, under the Chief’s pressure and the Mayor’s boot. They couldn’t afford to fuck up, so she was playing this one close to the chest—if you had to guess, you’d say she was only calling in the police officers she trusted the most—the ones who were only mildly dirty— which is why, when you reached the back of the bungalow, there wasn’t a single one in sight.

Back in the 70s Nevarro was a hot hippie hub, believe it or not. This was before the real estate whales and big developers from Corellia moved in and ran anybody with sandals and bloodshot eyes out of town before they could say “fascist.” But Horatio Mythrol seemed to hold on to the summer of love, judging by the dream catcher hanging by the porch and the bright green conversation pit in the middle of his living room that you caught a glimpse of when you snuck to the bungalow’s backyard.

One thing about these authentic midcentury modern houses: the fences are never tall.

Still, not an easy climb. With the rain-slicked fence and the sneakers that you were definitely burning after this, you slipped and fell like a sack of potatoes into the backyard, crashing butt-first into a charming little allotment of what smelled like weed. Jesus Christ.

Moron Journalist Arrested for B&E, Tampering with Evidence

So when you rolled off onto the mushy lawn and peered at the property damage you’d caused, you thought you were imagining it. A flash of silver blinking at you from between the spiky marijuana leaves, it could only be an hallucination caused by your fall—but when you reached a hand inside the orchard and closed your fist around the glint, it materialized. Cold, ragged and metallic: a key.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

The scratchy voice fell on your shoulders like a piano in a cartoon. You jumped a couple of feet into the air and scrambled on your hands and knees, limbs shaking like industrial drills, searching in the dark for the source of the commanding voice that could only belong to a battle-worn detective or a serial killer or God. Either way, you were fucked.

A dark shadow stood above you, ominous like a closing shot of The Twilight Zone. You were dizzy from the fall and the adrenaline, blinking against the darkness to try and gauge the outlines. Tall male, broad shoulders, hands stuffed inside the pockets of a trench coat. Face darkened by the leaves of a sycamore above him. If the cold-induced mist coming out of his mouth had been cigarette smoke, he would’ve been a picture-perfect noir detective, the cover of a pulp paperback.

Mystery Man slowly removed a hand from his trench coat’s pocket. Your heart picked up its galloping, you thought you smelled blood. Your eyes were stuck on the pocket, racing with possibilities: handcuffs, a gun, Horatio Mythrol’s severed hand. No, just—a hand. His own hand. Extended towards you, palm up, like he was approaching a scared dog who needed to sniff his fingers before trusting the well-meaning stranger. It took you a moment to realize he was offering to help you up.

Probably not a serial killer, then. You lifted your right fist an inch, before you remembered the cold weight of the key, and extend your left hand instead. He grabbed you by the elbow and hurled you to your feet until your nose was a fist’s length away from his chest. He smelled like soap and rain and baby powder. You hoped he wasn’t some pervert.

“What are you doing here?” The voice was familiar. Not acquaintance-familiar, not like a neighbor or a friend. Backdrop-familiar. As if you’d heard it before in a crowded mall.

“I just…” Warning signs with Captain Reeves’ face flashed in your head. You stuffed your hands into your jacket, feigning a little shiver, dropping the key into your pocket. “I saw the squad cars and the tape.” Not a lie, a petulant little voice supplied inside you, as if you weren’t already on thin ice, I did see them.

“You live in the neighborhood?”

You knew you were walking the tight rope of what constituted honest-to-god, Pulitzer-worthy reporting. Below, the murky swamp waters of unethical journalism bubbled and invited you to fall over.

“I’m not far off.” Ten minutes wasn’t far.

“Right.” The voice gave nothing away, steady as a monitor flatlining. You couldn’t tell if he believed you.

“Are you…” Careful treading here. “Are you a detective on the case?”

You still couldn’t see his eyes, but you felt them on yours. On your shoulders, your arms, your entire face, unlike him, you didn’t have a sycamore to shield you from the moonlight. “Something like that.”

That was your cue to be a good little journo and reveal that you were press and hope you weren’t kicked out for the second time. But you had already ignored an officer’s orders, breached into private property, stepped into a crime scene. Most importantly, this man was law enforcement, and you still needed that quote. Dipping your toes in that murky water couldn’t do that much harm.

“Did…did something happen to Horatio?” You called this act Scared Neighbor. You even managed a little stutter and a shiver.

“That’s what we’re trying to find out, ma’am.” You caught a glimpse of his chin when a sliver of moonlight trickled through the sycamore leaves. Patchy stubble, strong jaw.

Trying to find out. Just like you thought, another crime scene where they would get jack shit. A couple of months weren’t nearly enough to declare that a case had gone cold—not even lukewarm—and yet your source was positive that this one would never be solved. The way he’d vaguely described it, the other houses looked like your run-of-the-mill suburban burglary: upturned mattresses, open drawers, slashed cushions. But a burglary didn’t explain the missing home-owners.

It didn’t help that nearly all cops in the department were busy protecting their sponsors. Good old Nevarro PD was a delightful bottomless pit of filth—they wouldn’t give anyone a parking ticket without triple-checking that they didn’t work for someone they worked for. Looking up at the shadow in front of you, you wondered who filled his pockets.

If the detective’s grasp on your arm hadn’t tightened, you would’ve thought he’d turned to stone. Whatever. He was welcome to think he was comforting Suburban Damsel in Distress as long as he gave you the information you were fishing for.

“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” you murmured in your best Snow White voice. “I…I heard about the other cases and… You don’t think it’s connected to those, do you?”

For a second, you saw the glint of his teeth. A tiny grin or a brief snarl. “Why were you awake?”

The commotion in the front porch was getting louder, more squad cars’ tires were screeching on the asphalt, your brain was going ninety an hour. “What?”

“You said you saw the squad cars. Not hear them.” His voice sounded amused—not in a friendly way, not inviting you in on the joke. You figured he was more used to playing Bad Cop. “They didn’t wake you up. So why were you already awake, looking out the street at three a.m. if—”

Someone flicked a switch inside the bungalow, and the sliding doors came to life, flooding the backyard in bright yellow light. The hand on your elbow pulled hard, guiding you to take cover behind the sycamore and dropping to the wet grass, bellies to the ground, guerrilla style. Uniforms and boiler suits poured into the mint green living room splashed with bright orange cushions and psychedelic carpets on the walls that could only be described as “groovy.” A Ouija board in the middle of the conversation pit. Had the spirits had the chance to warn Horatio of his untimely disappearance?

The detective’s breathing was hot on your ear and strangely comforting. His shoulder against yours, his heart racing as fast as yours, both of you staring holes at the sliding doors, trying to catch some irregularity, something they’d missed on the last crime scene, anything that would make this case make sense.

You were close enough to the sliding doors to count the hairs on the officers’ heads; and they were close enough to count yours, if any of them spared a glance at the backyard. You scooted closer to the sycamore’s trunk.

The place looked trashed enough for a burglary, all right. Stabbed cushions with their cottony insides spilling to the floor, open drawers with their contents scattered, an upturned table that seemed too short and sturdy to naturally tumble to the side. Your proto mattress was also disheveled enough to fit the style of the rest of the property. What you’d thought was a small personal allotment of cannabis for Horatio’s nostalgia nights turned out to be a plot that ran all the way past the sycamore, close enough to the fence that it wouldn’t be seen by outsiders.

“Huh.”

The detective’s shadow of a head turned to look at you. “What?”

You pointed a finger at the patch. “Didn’t take the weed.”

The patch where you’d fallen was the only part of the culture that looked disturbed; the rest of the plants were tall and perky, surprisingly green and purple for the winter, and most had already flowered. Any self-respecting burglar would’ve known that cash and drugs were the easiest goods to move—no middle man, and they change hands fast enough that in a few days they’d be untraceable.

The detective remained quiet for a long second, and you were starting to wonder if you’d have to explain what you meant when he whispered, “Maybe the burglar doesn’t smoke. Or wouldn’t know where to sell it.”

You managed a quiet snort. “In this town? Toddlers here can roll blunts.”

He was quiet for a longer moment, trying on your theory like a glove, flexing his knuckles to see if it fit. “You could be right.”

You barely had time soak up the pride when the commotion outside became tomb-quiet, snatched from the root. Seconds later, an officer marched into the living room: redhead, girl boss haircut, giving every tech and cop in the living room a foul look, as if they’d all fucked up already just by existing and were in for it. None of the cops met her eye.

“Chief Bonnie looks better on TV,” you whispered.

A sharp exhale, probably his version of a laugh. “If she ever hears you call her that she’ll plant coke in your car.” The woman took slow steps around the living room; everything she saw made her eyebrows furrow deeper. “Stick to ‘Chief Kryze.’”

You grinned. “What do family and friends call her?”

“‘Chief Bo.’”

You could’ve laughed, if Chief Kryze hadn’t turned to the sliding doors. You swallowed it down and tried to sink into the muddy earth. The chief of police opened the door, stepped into the grass, made a sour face at the allotment of weed where you’d landed. The detective had gone stone-still, his breathing imperceptible, and then it hit you—if he was a detective, why was he hiding?

Chief Kryze’s combat boots crushed the grass, her gaze made the air on the backyard collapse. She approached the sycamore, stared up at its branches or the moon or the heavens. You didn’t know if you should run from her or from the stranger beside you. With a hard sigh, she turned back to the bungalow, leaving you half-relieved and half-paralyzed with fear. You still needed to get away from this man, whoever the fuck he was.

You slowly tried to get on your feet but—of course, of fucking course—your sneaker squeaked like rubber ducks.

Chief Kryze’s head whirled back like whip, she snatched the flashlight from her hip and shone it right at your faces.

“Get up!” she barked, approaching you in long strides. You stood on noodle legs, ears buzzing, squinting at the light. “Get the fuck up and—!” Two long strides and she was almost chest-to-chest with the stranger. You were trying to block out the flashlight’s glare with a hand when her voice turned low and bitter, only a step above a growl and a badge above a punch: “Djarin.”

The flashlight clicked off. You blinked against the dark spots in your vision that it left behind, big enough to cover most of the chief of police’s face, but not dark enough to black out the fiery rage in her eyes.

“Good to see you, Bo.”

“I swear to God, Djarin,” Chief Kryze spat in a harsh whisper. “I swear to fucking God that if you have anything to do with this case, I’ll—”

“You think I kidnapped Horatio? What, for kicks?”

“I wouldn’t put it above you. Lots of people in this town wouldn’t.” He promptly shut up after that—it hit a nerve. And Chief Kryze knew it, judging by the long, triumphant gulp of December air she took and the lazy tilt of her head.

She strapped her flashlight back to her hip and said in her confident TV voice, “Frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you did it or not. Actually, I’d love it if you had, that way I could slap a pair of handcuffs on you and throw you in gen pop, so don’t tempt me, Djarin. If I ever catch you at one of my crime scenes again, or at the station, or anywhere where I can fucking smell you, I’ll have a couple of uniforms stock your apartment full of hippie shit with Horatio’s fingerprints all over them, and sprinkle a bit of his hair there too, so I can be sure it sticks. I don’t have to tell you where that special someone you’ve got at home would be spending Christmas—I hear you’re well acquainted with that place, too.”

She closed her speech with a short exhale and a winning grin that, even in the dark, you could tell contained no joy—it was all teeth. Her eyes fell on you for the first time, looked you up and down, quirked an eyebrow. “You brought a date?”

“Came here all by herself.” Still his steady, low voice, rough like pavement; it tickled your spine. If not for the next thing he said, you would’ve liked the sensation: “She’s press. Nevarro Bee, right?”

The tickle became a sting, like an icicle lodged between your vertebrae.

You were gonna be sick. “I… I mean…”

“Unless you want your speech word for word on tomorrow’s front page, Kryze, I suggest we both forget about tonight. We both know Fett won’t think twice about printing it.”

Bonnie Katan-Kryze grabbed your wrist and yanked your paralyzed self towards the light spilling from the sliding doors. She gave you a look that matched the weather, a snarl pulling at her lip, her nostrils flaring. She was memorizing your face.

When you looked back at the sycamore, the man’s shadow was gone. Fuck him. Whoever that man was—pervert or detective or serial killer—, fuck him. He threw you like bait and scurried away to save his own ass.

“Unless you’re fucking brain dead,” Chief Kryze said slowly, as if she were, in fact, talking to an idiot, “I don’t think I have to tell you what will happen if you even think about printing anything you heard tonight.” Her fingernails dug into your wrist. “Because if you think that your little friend back there had it bad, you have no idea—”

The sliding doors opened a crack.

“Hey, Chief.” This time, you knew exactly whose voice that was.

“What?”

“Better take a look at this.”

Chief Kryze rolled her eyes and turned to the officer, ready to tell him to fuck off, when she let go of your wrist. The officer was holding the Ouija board. It was made of a dark wood that looked expensive, decorated with intricate arabesques, pentagrams, a siren. The letters were carved rather than drawn—and blood filled letters N to Z, numbers 1 to 0 and the “Goodbye” sign at the bottom.

Kryze dug a pair of latex gloves out of her pocket. Her hands were shaking when she put them on. “Mayfeld,” she said, as she carefully took the board from him. “Escort this woman off the crime scene. Frisk her for a note pad or a recorder. Take her name and address.”

Chief Kryze stepped into the living room looking ten years older; Officer Mayfeld stepped out looking like he was trying real hard not to give you a black eye. You followed him to the back of the yard, where you could see the river shining black. He opened a gate on the corner of the property and shoved you into the empty lot next to Horatio Mythrol’s house. You almost crashed face-first into an idle scissor lift. Fuck knows what they were building in there.

“So,” he says behind you, clasping his hands together, “did you hit your fucking head or something?”

Now that danger wasn’t imminent and the adrenaline had crashed, you wanted to sleep for three days. You were cold, tired and dirty with mud where that fucker had made you lay down on the ground. The last thing you were in the mood for was Mayfeld’s lecture. “Give me a break.”

“No, I’m serious. You need me to call you an ambulance, sweetheart? Because I don’t understand how anyone without brain injury would walk into a fucking crime scene—into Chief Kryze’s fucking crime scene—and get caught!” Under the moonlight, Migs Mayfeld looked paler than a ghost—a ghost about to get audited, pacing back and forth, rubbing a palm on his head. “You got any idea what you’re playing at? Huh? Why don’t you just print my face on the front page next time and call me a snitch?”

“Relax, nobody noticed I even knew you, let alone that you’re my source.”

“Source? I’m not your fucking source. I called you this once as—as a professional courtesy—”

“—because I did your fucking job for you. You would’ve never been first on scene to collect your Good Boy Badge if I hadn’t told you—”

“—I called you so you could write the story before any newspaper, not so you could come skipping with your goddamn notepad to play detective and network with the crowd. Who was that on the backyard, anyway? The guy Chief Kryze was talking to?”

He stopped pacing, breathing hard, but suddenly calm, his tone gentler. Piece of work, Mayfeld was. He could be booking you for murder and he’d still try to figure out a way to be buddies if it benefitted him.

You kicked a pebble. “Don’t know. Chief Kryze called him ‘Djarin.’”

Migs Mayfeld stared at you like you were Horatio Mythrol’s ghost making a peace sign. He didn’t blink for a full minute and then murmured, “Jesus H Christ.”

That got your heart racing again. “What?” You pictured Most Wanted lists, local prowlers, ex-cons. You’d been checking those lists since you started digging into this case, but you hadn’t been able to see the man’s face; you wouldn’t have recognized him either way. “Is he a suspect?” You thought of his hot breath on your ear, so close to each other.

Migs shook his head. “Christ, you really are new at this.” You gave him a blank stare until he exhaled the last of his patience. “Din Djarin? Private detective Din Djarin? Public-fucking-enemy number one to every cop in this town? Solved the Tusken Murders last year and made Chief Kryze look like a moron? Ring a bell?”

A chilly gust of wind came blowing from the south. Mayfeld trembled like a leaf, his teeth rattled like bones. He couldn’t stop shaking his head.

“If Din Djarin’s got his head in this case, it means we really are fucked,” he murmured, pacing again. “Happy fucking holidays to me.”

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[howdoyousleep3]

Today's self care story is a birthday story, or course:

The headache that had been building behind Bucky’s eyes refused to go away, just like Bucky refused to acknowledge it. Today was not the day for it; it was the 4th of July.

Steve's birthday.

And Bucky had been doing everything he could to make it amazing, starting with breakfast in bed: bites of food slipped between moaning lips as he ground and writhed in his Daddy's lap, drinking up Steve's deep groans and pleas of 'Faster, Bunny, c'mon, lemme feel you bounce'.

Then it was a day at the art walk, hanging on Steve’s elbow as he gushed about lighting, placement, and color theory with every artist he could engage, and even buying out a whole stall of incredible watercolor canvases for his office building.

Lunch was food cart tortas and a quick and filthy blowjob behind a park tree, Steve's fingers buried in Bucky's hair and his shirt hem shoved between his teeth to keep himself quiet.

The car ride home had Bucky squirming under Steve's absent but forceful groping, promises of 'You're gonna scream for me, baby boy. I swear, as soon as everyone leaves tonight, you're gonna drown out the fireworks while I fuck that pussy. Gonna make you lose your voice and your mind, Bunny.'

And now all Bucky had to do was get through the prep and hosting of their BBQ. Easy. He didn't have time for a headache.

Unfortunately, that resolve didn't stop him from flinching as he walked from the kitchen to the backyard, the tray of glasses in his hands tipping and clattering alarmingly.

He cursed as large hands grasped his arms, sliding down to take the tray from him. He couldn't fucking see, damnit.

"Bucky? What's wrong, baby? Are you hurt?"

Bucky couldn't answer; his headache had just slammed into migraine territory, and the sunlight was distorting and spiking through his vision, making him nauseous. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, the motion making him sway.

Steve immediately pulled Bucky into the cradle of his arms, lifting him easily and bringing him back inside and up the stairs to their bedroom. He settled Bucky onto the bed, gently pressing a soft kiss, then a pillow across the top of Bucky’s face, covering his forehead and eyes, before circling the room to close all the curtains and dim all the lights. He then turned on his heel and headed back downstairs with the whispered promise of a swift return.

Bucky could barely think through the pain of the migraine, but what he was thinking was how he'd fucked up Steve's birthday BBQ, and how stupid he'd been to ignore the signs. Migraines only happened when he was stressed, overheated, or dehydrated, and he had a feeling he'd been all three today.

Stupid.

-

Stev reappeared quickly, holding a large water bottle in one hand and cradling a few painkillers in the other palm. He slowly kneewalked across the mattress to settle in beside Bucky, gingerly handing over the medication and water and taking the bottle back after coaxing his Bunny to drink at least a fourth of it.

He set it aside and spread out fully, stretching his arm over Bucky’s curled up form, folding his own hand over Bucky’s as it clutched the front of his shirt.

"I'm sorry," filtered out from under the pillow.

"For what, baby?" Steve kept his voice soft and low, hand sliding up to massage the back of Bucky's neck.

"For fucking up."

"You didn't fuck up, sweetheart," Steve assured.

"What about the BBQ?"

"I texted everyone, telling them it was rescheduled for tomorrow."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing and get some rest. It's okay."

It was a testament to how much pain Bucky was actually in, that he listened and merely snuggled in closer to Steve's chest, breathing slowly through the pain until he slid into sleep.

-

It was almost full dark when Bucky roused, pulling Steve from his half-asleep state. The blond dipped his head to kiss Bucky's cheek, smiling against the deep imprint his shirt had left there. "How're you feeling?"

Bucky shifted slightly, ducking out from under the pillow with only a slight wince. "A bit better," he rasped. "My neck is really sore, but my eyes are okay."

"Good. Here," Steve passed over the water bottle as he rolled out of the bed, making Bucky whine and grumble, "drink this, you brat. I'll grab you some more pills and run us a bath, okay?"

Bucky pouted, but he took the bottle. "Yes, Daddy."

"That's my good boy," Steve was heartened by the blush on his Bunny's cheeks. That spoke volumes to how much better he was feeling. He leaned in for a quick kiss before heading to his tasks.

-

The sound of the fireworks was blessedly damped by the bathrooms thick walls and the rumble of the bath jets.

Bucky was a limp noodle sprawled across Steve's front, murmuring his pleasure as Steve dug out knot after knot of tension from the brunette's neck and shoulders. He nuzzled his face fully into Steve's throat, leaving with his tongue and lipping at the tendon in turns, reveling in the shudders he pulled from the larger man.

They both knew that sex wasn't happening tonight; migraines guaranteed a 'no-go' until Bucky was symptom-free for at least a day. But that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy each other in the interim.

"I'm really sorry about the BBQ," Bucky murmured, barely heard above the bath jets.

"I'd rather you apologize for not taking care of yourself," Steve responded, dragging his large hands up and down the span of Bucky's spine. "You had me worried, baby."

"...I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I know you are, Bunny. I know. Let's try to make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"

"I just wanted to make your birthday special."

"Oh, baby boy," Steve tugged Bucky up until they were face to face, pinning the younger man with his eyes. "Every single day that you let me be a part of your life is special beyond anything I could have ever imagined. You don't need to run yourself into the dirt to show me that, and I'm so fucking sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise."

Bucky quickly shook his head, halting the movement with a wince before tucking back into Steve's chest. If he kept looking at the man, he was gonna cry, and crying would really fucking hurt right now.

He tried to order his thought process into something he could coherently articulate, but the migraine and the nap and the massage had turned his brain to goop.

The best he could do was press kisses to Steve's skin and whisper, "I wanted to make you happy because I love you and you make me happy."

Steve squeezed Bucky as tightly as he dared. "You make me so damn happy, sweetheart. So happy I could explode from it. I love you more than I think you could ever know."

For a long moment there was only the sound of rumbling bubbles and splishing water. And that was okay.

"Happy Birthday, Steve," Bucky’s words were quiet and a little bit slurred as exhaustion started to pull at him again. "Love you. Give you your presents tomorrow, okay?"

Steve's chuckle tickled Bucky's nose, making him smile sleepily. "Sounds good, Bunny. Get some rest. I love you."

--

(Steve’s presents were: a bottle of 16 year old scotch, a at-home mead brewing kit, and a fully lingerie and shibari rope set for Bucky, all in a shade of deep, deep blue.)

#askK #3dwd #bunny baby #3dwd and bunny baby #happy birthday steve #oh my goodness #perfection #self care sunday #shadow continues to bring me life

[codenamed-queenie]

Bob Ross Tim

Steph [staring intensely over her steepled fingers]: ...

Duke: Hey, you good?

Steph: Shh! C'mere!

Steph [dragging him down next to her]: No sudden moves. Just observe.

Duke: Steph, I swear to crap if this is another prank on Jason, I'm not sticking around to get wedgied again, aight?

Steph [fanning her hand at him]: Just...wait.

Tim: *shuffles into the kitchen and starts making breakfast*

Steph [whispering]: Behold.

Duke [also whispering, though he's not sure why]: It's just Tim.

Steph: No. No it's not.

Tim: *goes to grab a cereal bowl, but stumbles. It shatters on the floor*

Tim: Shoot.

Duke: ...?

Steph: Okay, look. Timmy had a late patrol, and then spent the rest of the night on case files.

Duke: Your point?

Steph: Tired Tim!

Duke [more insistently]: Your point???

Steph: Fine, lemme spell it out for you. Tim got exactly negative 3 hours of sleep last night, which MEANS that he is at maximum grogginess.

Steph: So we could be looking at one of two drastically different things:

Steph: Seinfeld Tim, or--

Tim [still staring down at the broken bowl]: We don't make mistakes. We just have happy accidents.

Steph: *heaving gasp* BOB ROSS TIM

Duke: ...Bob Ross Tim??

Jason: *wanders into the room* Sup, guys.

Steph: Jason, shh! Get over here!

Jason [crouching next to them]: What've we got this morning.

Tim [in a baby voice as he cradles a banana]: People look at you like you're a little weird, but, you know, I've always been a little weird, so it's no big deal.

Jason: Ah. Bob Ross Tim.

Duke: Would either of you care to fill me in on what the f**k's going on here?

Tim [firing up the blender]: Gotta have opposites. Dark and light, light and dark, in painting.

Jason: It's when Tim only talks in Bob Ross quotes. Like, it's the most random s**t ever, but here we are.

Steph: *snorts* Yeah, seriously. If we were to give him a $5 watercolor set from Walmart right now, he'd lose his frickin MIND.

Tim [dramatically dropping a handful of strawberries into the blender]: It's like in life.

Duke: ...

Duke: There are days, you know, when I actually think you people can't get any weirder--

Tim [dumping in a cup of kale]: Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come.

Tim: *waves hands over the blender* I'm waiting on the good times now.

Duke [shaking his head in disbelief]: --but every. Single. Day.

Duke: You somehow manage to prove me wrong.

Steph [turning his head back to the show]: Aww, shut up and watch.

Tim [holding his smoothie glass like it's the Holy Grail]: The secret to doing ANYTHING is BELIEVING that you can do it. ANYTHING that you believe you can DO strong ENOUGH, you can DO. ANYTHING. As long as you BELIEVE.

The others: *stare in awe*

Steph: Majestic.

Jason: *digging out his phone camera*

Duke: ...

Duke: Hold up.

Duke: ...what's Seinfeld Tim?

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[whorefordazai]

Hey, congrats on 600 followers! That's such an awesome achievement! ❤ You definitely deserve it!

If I may, I'd like a matchup please with one of the bsd guys, hehe :) i will try not to make this crazy long 😭

I am bi and I go by she/her pronouns. I'm an Aries! I am 5'8, plus size girl with brown eyes and super curly brown hair. I also have tattoos and piercings (septum and tongue) and I plan to get more. My hobbies include watercolor painting, journaling, photography, baking and cooking. I also like to read (manga and regular fiction) and I like watching true crime shows. (Its the morbid curiosity lmao).

Likes: movies, beaches, video games, warm weather, lemonade, laughter (and i mean gut hurting, obnoxious, feel like your soul is leaving your body laughter), music, and good people to be around. Dislikes would be: the obvs like racism, discrimination, homophobia, etc, crowded places (i can manage but... anxiety lol), the cold, i dont like dealing with rude, uptight people, yeah lmao

For my personality: i am shy and introverted, but once i get comfortable with someone, I'm pretty loud, love to laugh and banter with my friends. I swear a lot and appreciate dirty jokes (to a degree, I'm not an animal lmao) and I love hard, platonic or romantically. That also means if someone hurts me its... kind of easy for me to drop them and i hold grudges 😬 basically treat me right or you will not be in my life ❤

My favorite color is purple (all shades!) And honestly an ideal date for me is one where we can just... relax and have fun and be ourselves~

I'm sorry if this is too damn long, i really tried to hold back 😭 but thank you so much!!

I match you with...

Nakajima Atsushi! ´ˎ˗

👾 I feel like you guys have so many similarities! you seem like a very friendly warm person to be around, and atsushi would love that so much. it wouldn’t take you both to get comfortable with each other because atsushi is just an easy person to get along with.

👾 as for dislikes, you get definitely agree on those things. atsushi wants to treat everyone equally. since you mentioned you’re good at baking, you could make him some treats cuz this baby does not know how to cook at all😭 date ideas—he’s totally fine with just spending time with you at home or alone. either cuddling or watching you paint on warm spring mornings.

👾 crime shows and dirty jokes you say😼? he hates being teased by your dirty jokes but I swear—he’s just so shy when it comes to you, his lover😭 he’s only scared of the crime documentaries where at the end it says “based on a true story”—his arms won’t be leaving your side that night 🧍‍♂️

👾 you’re definitely not a pushover, and you stand up for the people you love. so atsushi really appreciates it when you stand up for in him situations he’s too embarrassed to stand up for himself. he just can’t believe someone would really do that for him 😖 if you ever get anxious in public spaces, he’ll definitely notice and subconsciously grab your hand to ease your worries. if you grab it back, his heart will physically melt ☺️

SONGS ´ˎ˗

- come a little closer | cage the elephant

- radio | lana del ray

- lights up | harry styles

- yellow | coldplay

- everybody talks | neon trees

MESSY LAYOUT ´ˎ˗

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[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hello there ~ Congrats on 100! 🎉💕 I'm so happy for you!! I was wondering if I could request a match up for Ikevamp. I'm fairly new to Tumblr and this is my first match up request so I'm a bit nervous since you are literally the first person I will have interacted with on here 😅 but I love your writing! If you are busy or have a lot of requests or anything please don't worry about it or overwork yourself! It's a lot of work and I totally understand!! Also edit, I'm really sorry in advance. This was way longer than I intended.

I am a bi female. I am an Aries but I am close to the cusp (April 18th). I don't typically associate myself with most Aries traits outwardly though since I am really shy and reserved, but internally I can see it as I am competitive with myself and a major perfectionist. But I'm low-key chaotic as can be like I'd identify myself as chaotic good since I'm just a mess with good intentions 😂 I am an INFP-T personality (which is scary accurate to me) if that helps any!

I am very short, only 5' tall and I am slim with overall small/petite features and frame. I have medium/dark, warmer toned brown eyes and auburn wavy/loose curly hair. I am very pale but have a lot of small freckles on my face and body. I've been told I look a lot younger than my age I think since I have a round face and am overall a small person. I'm very friendly and smile a ton but I am shy. I get big "eye smiles" whenever I smile and tend to blush a lot cause nerves. I've been told I tend to smile a lot and because I'm a shy, vv awkward person, my go to whenever I meet up with literally anyone is to smile out of nervous habit so people tend to think I'm overly friendly or approach me but in reality I'm a nervous boi.

I study landscape architecture and wildlife biology in college rn so I really love art and nature! I want to do habitat restoration after college. I especially am interested in plants and often go hiking and identify plants as well as do botanical drawings.

I am interested in both math and science as well as art. I enjoy watercolor painting as well and I am interested in illustrating children's books if landscape architecture doesn't pan out 😅

Besides that I have an obsession with extreme love for cats. I'm not ashamed to say my cat is my best friend, she is perfection 😂 I love anything living though thats not a person. Plant, animal, insect, they're all so wonderful to me and I tend to feel more comfortable around animals and nature than people.

My favorite color is a pale pink, I really love light, cutesy things. But my personal style is very retro academia. I wear a lot of clothes from the 60's and 70's or inspired by then. I really like fashion and fashion history.

My favorite food is spaghetti with just cheese. I may be an adult but oh well,, some plain ol spaghetti just hits the spot every time. I love baking and cooking though and have a sweet tooth. I used to decorate cakes in high school and I enjoy creating my own recipes and desserts.

I like to daydream, play video games, drink tea, sketch, read, and listen to music as well. I also spend a ton of time outdoors enjoying nature. I love trivial and fun facts. I want to gain as much knowledge as I can about the world.

I don't like things that are too loud I suppose. I'm a pretty easy going person but I am very nervous in crowds or places that are too loud. I'm also afraid of storms and I'm not fond of extremely dark places either. I don't like failing/faltering or embarrassing myself, especially in academics. I am extremely nervous talking to large groups or meeting new people as well, I prefer small, more personal interactions. While I enjoy talking to people it's just really hard so I don't usually unless they reach out to me first. I also hate conflict and drama (unless I'm not involved, then bring the popcorn). But any conflict is a big oof for me.

In a relationship, I really like surprise hugs and signs of affection. Sudden surprises create a sense of excitement which I really like to have. I like the idea of a relationship feeling new, passionate, and exciting, despite being together for awhile. I don't like gifts necessarily since I feel uncomfortable receiving things, I prefer sharing special memories. I'm not huge on PDA, I feel uncomfortable if someone is too clingy around others, especially my family or someone I know since my family is pretty conservative. But if we are alone, I love tons of affection and little acts of love. Hugs from behind, a small brush of our hands, holding pinkies, light kisses, and lots of smiles just make me melt, ugh tiny gestures are so cute. Communication is very important to me but not my strong suit, I tend to shy away from issues and trip over words I don't mean, but body language is very important and I think can be better for me and for my partner to understand.

I would like to be able to enjoy a comfortable silence with someone while we both read or do something while holding hands or just touching in some subtle way. I would love to be able to escape my perfectionist front that I have around others when I'm with my partner and be able to make really silly, dumb jokes and have lots of laughs. I love the idea of joking around while loosely holding each other. I present myself very seriously but I'm a big goof and rather dorky and like to have fun but romantic interactions.

Also it would be a plus if they love or at least tolerate kitty cuddles with me and my cat. My cat is such a baby, she's constantly in my lap or following me around so we are a package deal basically 😂

I'm sorry this is so long, and I hope it is enough for you as well!! Thank you so much for opening up match ups too! If you need anything else let me know! Take care of yourself and congrats!! 💕

It’s perfection don’t worry. Thank you so much for sending the request. I hope you are taking care of yourself too and everything is good.

Anyway I matched you with.....................

                                                            ............Isaac

HA BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!

oh you did?

ok I’ll stop

Isaac is a very curious person much like yourself

he loves discovering and learning new things

and that is the first thing Isaac noticed about you to be honest

sure he saw you and was like Damn she gorgeous but that was about it

however when he discovered that you are also a curious but little nervous bean he started opening up to  you

neither of  you like crowds and loud people who disrupt your concentration, so usually you spend your time in the library

sitting together in silence and reading

loves that your cute and blushy

even tho he’s exactly the same

as you got closer he started noticing more and more things about you

how your eyes would lit up when you passed certain plants in the garden

how you would hum to yourself and dance around thee kitchen a little when you thought nobody was looking

he loved everything about you from your adorably freckles to your reserved yet charming personality

it too him a long time to confess to you

a long time and a lot of pep talks from Leo

in the end he forgot everything Leo said and confessed to you in his own way

after that oh boy

you are the definition of inseparable

he’s new to this so you have to give him a little time to get used to it

after he’s comfortable he’s very affectionate

more in private but still

will give you surprised  hugs all the time

whether it’s that he walks up behind you and hugs you while turning apple red God if Isaac was here he’d kill me for that pun or him walking and scooping you up and plopping you in his lap in the library as you both get into some book

totally gets that you don’t like going to very crowded places

BOOM your wish is my command Isaac will almost always take you to fields of beautiful flowers so you can hang out, goof around, have a picnic and the stargaze

Isaac will pull you close or just hold your hand while explaining a few things about the constellation, after you will just enjoy the silence as you bask in each others company, while gazing up at the starry sky

he holds you pinky

finds it super cute and usually blushes harder than you even though he initiated it

holding your pinky is a personal thing for him

he finds it reassuring

you’ll just be walking and all of a sudden Isaac intertwines your pinkies

he’s anxiety on legs and holding your pinky is his way to tell you that in that moment he’s scared, anxious or just extremely nervous

you usually hug him and kiss his cheek

holding your pinky can also be that he loves you and hopes he’ll be with you forever

it depends on the situation, but he likes telling you he loves you like this

he has a surprisingly good sense of humour and likes to goof around with you

loves your cat

he wasn’t much on a cat person before, but your cat likes o play with Harry and he thinks that’s really cute

all in all you guys have a really good relationship

Ok now i have to pour some water on my head

CUTENESS OVER LOAD

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That’s it! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you are well! Once again thank you @uwu-catlin for the request and the compliment. Love you 3000!

#Ikemen Vampire #cybird ikemen #ikevamp+matchups #ikemen vampire match up #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire isaac x reader

[keiachi-chan]

The digidestined and a bunch of Ocs panic over the SU ending

Spoilers ahead!

Have fun-

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Cedric: well.. The show is over.. Wonder how everyone else is doing now. *walks into a room*

Matt: what can I sayyy except, *s c r e e c h*

Kari: we got a canon kiss. WE GOT OUR CANON KISS, Y'ALL-

Mari: aaaAAA-

Tai: *casually starts sobbing, collapsing onto the floor*

Akane: Bizpearl implied to be a thing- Bizpearl implied to be a thiiing--

Cody: oh my god,, this show is like.. ACTUALLY over..

Joe: what a wonderfully touching end to a wonderfully touching show!

Arlo, crying & singing: It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?

Tk: *laying on the ground next to Tai, also crying*

Phoenix: wow this finale has been so wholesome-

Taru: can I hug all of you?

Ken: no- social distancing, remember-

Taru: *sniffles* ah, yeah right-

Phoenix: g o d , This finale drop is so painful-

Sora: steven FINALLY got a therapist- yes- good job my s o n -

Ivy: WHAT was in rose's chest though???

Saya: s h h - don't ruin the moment-

Ivy: sorry--

Holly: perhaps.. What was inside the chest.. *pulls off the glasses she put on just for this joke* was the love we had for the show all along...

Coral: too many feelings rn-

Izzy: *screeches* R E B E C C A A A -

Keoki: rebecca!

Ryu: Rebecca...

Mimi: rebecca I salute you--

Rya: we'll always be your family--

Laslow: *starts crying*

Anya, actually crying: I'm gonna pull a lapis and make a watercolor portrait with my t e a r s -

Saya: I wanted to see at least ONE peridot fusion though..

Sorrin: who knows? Maybe it'll be in a comic or something.

Maiho: the pumpkin and gourd babies ;;-;

Matt: now.. I knew corrupted Steven would be a thing. And I've been rooting for it like.. Forever. But when it actually happened? I was s h o o k

Davis, bouncing: JASPER SEMI-REDEMPTION ARC-

Maiho, walking around: spare love for Steven, anyone have some spare love for steven ;;-;

Coral: *hyperventilating* just- give me- a second-

Tai: *still crying* onion has the cheeseburger backpackkk-

Tk: *continues sobbing*

Ivy: okay whatever you do, none of y'all pull up the ending scene where Steven is saying goodbye to everybody because-

Anya: *has pulled up the scene and is playing it*

Ivy, crying: b i t c h - ohh my god nooo-

Everyone else: *starts crying/crying more* whY

Maiho, crying: GARNET IS MEEEE-

Yolei: I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank the crew-niverse, they have done SO much for us and have given their all on this show for SO long-

Arlo, now laying on the floor: It's over isn't it?? Isn't it?? Isn't it overrr-

Joe: *checks his watch, nodding as she sings*

Arlo: -She loved you and she's GONEEE-

Joe: alright, hurry it up, okay?

Arlo: *sobbing, clings to Tai*

Tai: *still sobbing, hugs her tightly*

Joe: ...aaanyways, Thank you, Steven Universe-

Izzy: Farewell, my diamond!! *slams his head against the door*

Taru: it started how it ended.. With cookie cat ;;-;

Anya: hey!! Check out how hard I can cry!! *breaks down sobbing*

Cedric, just standing at the door in shock: ಠ_ಠ ....Ok, So absolutely not.. Taking it well for the most part.. Okay, I wasn't gonna offer this, but it DOES seem like an emergency situation..

Tai: oh my go d

Arlo: woaH

Cedric: and I know these are low on supply rn but..

Maiho: *gas p* holy shit-

Taru: mother of god..

Cedric: *holds up a box tissues* here. Blow your noses, wipe your tears, whatever.. It's.. Gonna be okay. *hands it to the kiddos*

#coleydoesthings #digimon adventure season 1 #digimon oc #digimon adventure #digimon #social distancing #digimon adventure season 2 #digimon ocs #taichi yagami #tai kamiya #tk takaishi #takeru takaishi #yamato ishida #matt ishida #hikari yagami #kari kamiya #yolei inoue #miyako inoue #iori hida #cody hida #koushiro izumi #izzy izumi #daisuke motomiya #davis motomiya #sora takenouchi #mimi tachikawa #ken ichijouji #jyou kido #joe kido #steven universe

[inbtswethrrust]

Hi, do you know of any fics where either Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, or Tae or tattoo artists or they have a lot of tattoos? ...I like tattoos I'm sorry :(

Why are you apologizing? I also like tattoos ^-^

Babysitter by heyhosam [Jikook, T, 24k]

watercolor by TheHalesNyx [Yoonkook, M, 18k]

i say that i’m gonna erase you (but i still can’t let you go) by misanthrpic [Taekook, T, 4k]

Play Dead by merelypretty [Taekook, M, 30k]

Tattooed Heart by miniimin [Yoonmin, T, 3.5k]

As You Are by jonghyunslisterine [Jikook, E, 19k]

Until We Get There by lethallergic [Taekook, M, 13k]

Bubblegum Bitch by snowmoney [Taekook, E, 33k]

hold me like i’m hope by orphan_account [Taekook, E, 27k]

tats'n'thots by Deaths_Impala [Taekook, T, 12k]

Stigma of the Flesh; Tattoo My Intent on You by Takujaepls[Yoonkook, E, 16k]

kiss me, kiss me by skswriting[Yoonkook, T, 2.2k]

Butterfingers by ohdizzy[Yoonmin, T, 13k]

what’s in a name by skswriting[Yoonkook, T, 2.4k]

Fix You by wowoashley (orphan_account)[Taekook, E, 9.8k]

Beauty in all forms by Penjasin[Yoonmin, E, 4.7k]

in between our couple shoes (are a pair of baby sneakers) by sophia7[Yoonmin, T, 11k]

Ripped Jeans and Velvet Skin by strangedesires[Taekook, E, 10k]

i.. got carried away

- N

#ask #tattoo artist au #tattoos #tattoo artist kook #tattoo artist yoongi #tattoo artist jimin #tattoo artist tae #yoonmin #jikook #kookmin #taekook #yoonkook #sugakookie