#She's doing her thing and hiding in the floof.

[loupy-mongoose]

Lil speech guide: Randy's speech Jamie's speech (Pokespeak will be in parentheses.)

It got pretty long, so under the Bar it goes!

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Jamie, the Gardevoir, and the three Lindens stood locked in tense silence. Randy fought to string together an explanation that wouldn't give away too much, while also trying to gauge Akoya's stance.

Jamie was the first to break the silence. Her expression hardened, her eyes displaying a sharp fury. Well? I'm not letting you a step further until I know it's not a threat.

The pointed stick in her hand lowered to point toward the family, and her authoritative tone chilled Randy. She meant business, which didn't help ease the man's racing mind.

Akoya answered before Randy could, her voice a bit too defensive in his opinion. It's none of your business what's in our bag. It's stuff for travel! What's wrong with that?!

Jamie clearly didn't believe her for a second. Her icy eyes bore into the white haired visitor. I won't tolerate a threat at my home. Tell me what's in there, or you WILL leave. Her eyes flashed ominously. Or worse.

Feeling a wave of protectiveness, Randy shuffled to stand in front of Akoya and Lavender. He hoped they couldn't feel the surge of utter dread that coursed through his body.

Listen, Jamie. He tried to keep his voice low, level, and non-threatening. What's in that bag is very precious to us, and we can't show you out here where others might see it. If we can go somewhere private, then maybe we can work something out.

He felt the sharp jab of Akoya's disapproval from behind him. Between her and the protesting red-head in front of them, he felt his resolve being wringed out of him.

Jamie stood still, her glare unwavering. After a moment, her head lifted slightly as she addressed their Pokemon company in an strong bark. (Darren, Sheila, Percy, please hide us with your wings.)

Percy and Darren gave startled, bewildered looks, while Sheila tilted her head and chuffed questioningly. But they did as she asked, reaching out to their widest wingspans, touching tip-to-tip with each other.

The Lindens hesitantly shuffled to adjust their positions as their space shrank.

There. Jamie eyed them all closely You wanted somewhere private; this is it. If you still won't show me, you'll have to leave.

Randy and Akoya glanced nervously at each other.

What could be done?

They came to a silent agreement.

Akoya turned back to Jamie, giving her a glare that verged on desperation. We're showing you because you forced our hand. NOT because we trust you. If you try anything...

To Randy's surprise, he caught a falter in Jamie's resolve, and something changed. A new expression slipped into her demeanor, if only barely.

Curiosity.

The look on Jamie's face turned from shock to determination.

Swiftly she addressed her three winged Pokemon. (Spread the word; we need to find a little pink Mew with blue accents. It is to be brought back to these three safely and secretly.)

The three beasts nodded in sincerity and took off.

Persim poked his head of of the bag, his face etched in horror, while Momo was shrieking. Stay in there for now, Perzi. Randy's voice was shaky, but reassuring. We'll handle it. Could you please try to calm Momo down?

The orange feline nodded uncertainly and ducked back into the bag. Randy saw a green bubble form in it as he zipped it shut. Momo's screams went quiet, but he knew it was just contained by the bubble. Poor Persim...

The red-headed girl looked solemnly at the devastated family, her expression softer than any of them had seen from her yet. I'm truly sorry about that... I promise you all, this is the best place for a Pokemon like them to be lost at. There will be lots of good Pokemon looking for them, and any humans will be curious at worst. It might scare them, but nobody will hurt them.

I would've done things differently if I'd known they were in there...

Akoya gave up looking nearby for her son and took a breath. She turned to Jamie, for once without venom. Listen, Jamie, with all due respect, we'll be able to find him easier than your little... network, or whatever you have here. He's gotta be terrified! He might just keep teleporting away if strangers find him, human or Pokemon...

Jamie folded her arms with a hesitant nod. You're free to search too, if you think so. Maybe you're right, and he'll only show for you guys. But if anyone spots him, I'll hear of it, so I'd best stick with you.

Akoya gave an uncertain look and opened her mouth to speak. But, feeling her about to protest, Randy interrupted her. We can talk later. Let's go find Midas.

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New skill acquired~

And just for the fun of it, I'm uh... gonna share some of the (very) rough sketches I did for this part, because I find them hilarious.

Luna (my cat) randomly decided to leave the comfort of her cat tower to come lay on my arm. The trouble was, it was my drawing arm. So I made due. XD

#Linden Roots #art #comic #writing #full #babbies #mite #she's there too #Just not visible. #She's doing her thing and hiding in the floof. #I'm sure Jamie's gonna have a fun time meeting her~ :)

[reivrze]

how enha fell for you </3

a/n : ok so the request wasn't really clear so i just went with "when/how did enha realize they were in love with you". i ended up getting the exact same request as i was writting this so it works out, thank you for requesting and enjoy !

pairing. enhypen x reader genre. floof warning. none

l. heeseung . ⁺

you and heeseung would have gone on a little late-night outing at the basketball court not far from your house. it was made clear quite quickly that your skills were far from impressive. as you kept missing shots, stumbling on your own feet and fumbling passes, heeseung was laughing his ass off y'all know when he laughs really hard, his laugh echoing through the empty court. feeling so annoyed at your lack of skill, you bent down, hiding your face in your knees. heeseung approached you, trying hard to stop himself from laughing.

'c-c'mon y/n.. you're not..that.. bad?" he couldn't even get through the whole sentence without starting to laugh. he rubbed your back, trying to bring up your spirit as he bent down to your level. you got your face out of your knees as you locked eyes with him, slightly glaring at him. at that moment, you were the cutest thing to heeseung, he knew you weren't good at basketball but your efforts to come to play with him made his heart soften. he didn't exactly know why but his heart felt full then, he didn't want the night to end.

p. jongseong . ⁺

i already did this for jay here

s. jaeyun . ⁺

jaeyun had been sick for the past few days and had been confined in his room and bedridden. him being your best friend, you missed him way too much to not sneak into his bedroom while the rest of the guys were out of the dorm. you had brought him multiple choices of ramyeon and your laptop to watch movies with him. jake had initially protested, not wanting to get you sick but honestly you couldn't care less as you scooched him over and took your place under the covers next to him.

you were well into the movie, stuffing your face with noodles when jake looked over at you, eyes all drowsy as his fever tired him out. you looked perfectly imperfect this sounds backhanded but wait, your hair was all messy, blanket up to your neck, and mouth stuffed with food, despite not looking your most "put together" jake couldn't help the feeling of his heart swelling at the sight

p. sunghoon . ⁺

sunghoon had been invited to a photo shoot for the vogue magazine. feeling a little anxious, he had asked you to come with him, you didn't have any plans so you agreed to come. he looked so good, his hair styled to fit his face perfectly and his makeup making his eyes pop. during the five-minute break, he shared that he felt a little anxious, still not feeling sure about how he was doing.

wanting to cheer him up, when he had gone back in front of the camera, you were ready to cheer compliments at him for the rest of the shoot.

"Wow! Sunghoon is so handsome! I'm going to faint!" sorry y'all idk how to compliment others.

he couldn't hide the little smile making its way to his face. he appreciated you being there so much, you were his little cheerleader. making eye contact with you, his heart swooned as he realized he never wants to have to go through anything without you by his side.

k. sunoo . ⁺

sunoo and you had gone to a park, you hadn't seen each other in a while and had wanted to spend the day together. you had brought a volleyball, those mini cakes with drinks, a game of twister, etc. you had a full afternoon planned ahead of you. as you caught each other on what was going on in your lives, a kid had come up to you, an adorable little girl in a cute pink dress with little pigtails. the little girl approached you and gave you a little flower, the girl explained that her mom was just a few meters away and had allowed her to come over here. she took a seat on your lap as sunoo squealed at her cuteness. seeing you with such a big smile and with the cutest little girl on your lap, he found the whole scene so endearing, his heart beating suddenly fast, seeing you in a new light for the first time.

y. jungwon . ⁺

jungwon and you had been invited to a mutual friend's birthday party. you had gone together as you didn’t live far from each other. as you entered the party, you and jungwon quickly got separated as each other's friends pulled you guys apart to rejoin your friends group. the night had been an amusing experience, laughter and music filling the room. as much fun as each of you was having, jungwon couldn't help but miss you a little, he had been excited to hear you'd be coming to the party too, he was a little bummed to be separated from you all night.

jungwon kept an eye on you all night from afar. his heart tightened when he saw one of your guy friends put his arm around you, whispering something in your ear as you laughed. that should've been him making you laugh. this jealousy was a brand new feeling for him. all he knew was that he didn't want anyone other than him to be close to you. telling his friends he'd be right back, he made his way to where you were standing, not thinking much about it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, bringing you to where he was previously, wanting to keep not only a closer eye on you but his hand in yours to make sure nobody would try to flirt with you

n. riki . ⁺

you were already at the boy's dorm when niki came back from an errand he was running. he wasn't expecting you to be there but was pleasantly surprised to see your face. he had joined you on the couch where you were playing mario kart against sunghoon and sunoo. niki had found your little concentrated face endearing in a way. the way the space between your eyebrows wrinkled, the way your eyes were slightly squinting and the way your bottom lip was stuck under your teeth. the simple moment was enough for him to get the tender realization that he was hopelessly in love with you.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fluff #enhypen masterlist #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #enhypen jake #jake sim #jake x reader #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo x reader #jungwon #yang jungwon #niki #nishimura riki

[purecantarella]

Perfection

day 2 of kinktober yall!! i hope you all enjoy!! im nayeon x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest avoiding this if you're under 18. i'm sure there's some floof or angst for you to read instead

oml this gif

Im Nayeon is a mirage of different things. She is the eldest member of Twice, the face of the group, an older sister. People would argue that Im Nayeon is perfection incarnated. She played into that persona oh so deeply and worked so hard to keep that persona.

When you began dating the singer, you found out just how far that strife for perfection would go.

In all honesty, it began as a joke to you, a pure accident. It had been one of those nights when you and Nayeon had the pleasure of being alone at the usually bustling dorm and she was on a high from the group's recent song.

She was practically bouncing off the walls as you played the catchy song for what felt like the billionth time. You chuckle to yourself as your girlfriend danced again.

"When are you going to dance with me, N/n? It gets lonely doing it alone." Nayeon whined as she pouted. You roll your eyes and stand up to leave a light kiss on the top of her head. "Why would you need me for it when you look so amazing doing it alone?" You pause, jokingly framing her with your hands, "I mean, wow!"

She slaps your shoulder, staring up at you shyly. "You don't mean that."

You quirk a brow before catching her by the waist, and pressing fluttery kisses all over the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder before falling into the couch. Nayeon giggles and squeals softly as you do, quickly leaning comfortably in your arms. Mindlessly, you mutter, "I 100% mean that Nayeon, you are best girl after all."

The singer tenses in your arms but you think nothing of it. "Sincerely, you looked so good on stage the last performance too." You hadn't realized it but your lips now pressed against her ear, "You did so well, Nayeon."

Then it slips from her lips.

A quiet, almost stifled moan.

The shock on your face only stays for a moment, promptly melting into a smirk. Your teeth scrape the shell of her ear before you husk out, "Was that what I thought it was, princess?" She doesn't respond for a while, you breathe a deep sigh.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for me, Nayeonie?" Your hands begin to slide across her waist, stroking her covered stomach gently. Lips trailing down to the column of her neck, right where she likes it. She groans softly as you suck the singer's porcelain skin. "My good, perfect girl."

"Y/n—I..." She's quickly cut off when you turn her around to straddle your hips, forcing her to look at you. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl? Do you want me here?" You hand slides up, cupping her chest. "Or maybe here?" Your hands slide down, taking her firm ass in the palms of both your hands, squeezing and lightly slapping. She can't hide the groan that rips out of her throat.

"Mmm, such a nice ass, princess. I just know how hard you worked for this." Nayeon whines again, eyes sliding closed and head falling backwards as you roughed up her bottom. "No, no, no."

"Eyes on me, pretty girl." She opened her eyes, revealing dark and hungry eyes. You smirk, playing with the hem of the shorts she had been wearing.

"I just bet you're so wet under this, aren't you?" Nayeon rutts her hips against your leg, high pitched voice somehow going higher. You smile cheekily before your desire takes ahold of you, picking her up and laying down on the couch.

A wandering hand sneaking passed her shorts and underwear. You lips find hers as you toy with her clit, her moans getting swallowed by the kiss while Nayeon's hand pushed your wrist down further. She wraps her arm around your neck, grinding against your hand. Not-so-silently begging for more friction with her moans and whines permeating through the kiss.

You pull away from her needy lips, and lift your hand from her dripping cunt, much to your girlfriend's dismay. You suck your fingers, tasting the juices that accumulated around your digits. Moaning at the bittersweet taste, you meet her droopy eyes.

"So sweet, so good for me." You lean down, pecking her lips, her own taste lingering in her mouth. "Gonna have to get some more..." Your eyes still locked with Nayeon's, your tongue drawing a heart above the waistline of her shorts. "You'd let me, right pretty girl?" Her stomach tenses as you call her that. Her hand falling behind your head, her voice breathless.

"Anything for you, N/n." You smirk at the tremble in her voice as you kiss your way down her body. You scratch down her thighs, leaving red streaks across her skin, "Perfection, princess."

and i cut doing schoolwork for this and i do not regret it at the very least HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed as much as i did writing that!! i will see you all tomorrow again hopefully!! keep safe my lovelies i love you all vv much!! - r

#twice #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice imagine #twice smut #twice nayeon #im nayeon #nayeon x reader #nayeon imagine #nayeon smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop idol smut #kinktober 2022 #purecanterella

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 2)

9. q!Maximus

human. probably.

more or less the CC in the blockman-cubito's clothes

Ordo Theoritas symbol is on his headband he usually wears

a friend and follower of Sapo Peta, through him learning the ability to charm people into perceiving him differently (Biden) as well as perform minor shapeshifting (Valentina). This comes with the price of occasional possession by Sapo Peta himself (see JuanaFlippa trial)

has tattoos that mark this connection that glow whenever he exerts significant stress. can only otherwise be seen under blacklight (like in Las Casualonas!)

Max paints matching markings on Trump everytime they see each other to bless his son with protection. After Trump's death, he permanently marked his son's gravesite.

Actually he has a habit of doing this to things dear to him. He has debated placing said markings on SOFIA but decided against it just in case

keeps dandelions in his pockets in honor of Trump

Has sustained scars after being attacked by the binary entity

10. q!Philza

quite literally an angel of death. one of Goddess Misstrixin's many dedicated servants. in this universe they're in an open marriage

winged humanoid. has pointed ears, kaleidoscope irises, and a voice he can magically augment and shift to his will (speak w/ increased reverb)

he wears those beachy, vacation silk kimonos in his signature dark mint green color, alongside a matching bucket hat. under that is a sleeveless black swim suit with enchanting table embroidery

his wings are bird-like, black with a few iridescent feathers that glow red when he goes full angel. he's had carved emerald piercings placed on them for decoration and tribute to a friend long gone after getting clipped. if he cant properly fly for now, he might as well indulge a little

magical carved rubies are all over his person, shaped to resemble hardcore hearts. these glow when he fights or is about to do something powerful

Chayanne has one of these hardcore heart rubies and has incorporated it in his wear to match his papa

11. q!Forever

humanoid of unidentifiable species. perceived as human

Looks human minus the pointy ears and visible canines. Also demonstrates superhuman stamina and endurance, so uh

Dyed his hair blonde for the cosplay, with brunette roots showing

He has a rainbow of beach shorts and casual slippers to wear

very hairy man, refuses to shave

has an organic and extensive skin care routine; Richas likes the hugs from his soft skin

his tears are full of glitter and taste like soda pop

12. q!Baghera

anthromorphic duck person; the vibes are disney ducks crossed with big bird from seasame street

has a large messy feathery floof on her head stylized to resemble the CC's own hair

MC skin's hat + matching athleisure fashion. she is always drippy

some of her feathers are dyed to match the colors of her hat as accents

smells like the artificial fruit smells found in candy

Gave one of her feathers to Pomme as a token of remembrance

13. q!Missa

player equivalent to a skeleton. is a mismatched arrangement of regular bones and wither skeleton bones.

the mismatch is why he can be quite clumsy

under those robes, he is being held together by raw magic and wither rose vines. he has short black hair.

his bones have flower and butterfly engraving that glow aurora borealis colors under blacklight or when he's about to fight

fond of somewhat street hoodies and sweaters over draping robes.

there are sneakers under those robes, wander over yonder style

a lot of the drapery is held together by armor, an aesthetic Chayanne picked up for his own wear

the spaces between the bones double as extensions of his natural inventory space; they make good spots for hiding secret weapons!

14. q!Fit

human man who has seen it all. a mortal with the soul of an immortal

he is covered in scars from his previous adventures in 2b2t

currently in his clean shaven era, which includes not only being bald but shaving the most of his body hair to the point where his muscles sparkle like his head

A practical dresser but is a slut for fancy animal furs. Ramón shares this love for furs as well

Works out in his gym and is visibly getting more swole by the day

Loves showing off, especially if it involves Ramón's own work

15-16. q!Tazercraft (q!Pac & q!Mike)

Both human. Do not separate!

Pac and Mike are soul-bonded but they forgot they about it upon coming onto the island. (they also forgot the magical perks that come with that) This doesn't negate their package-deal relationship in anyway

Experimentation in the QSMP Chume Labs has made them increasingly susseptible to Murphy's Law for some reason. The island itself is not helping either

Pac likes to dress up while Mike will literally pick up the nearest piece of clothing. On occasion they will swap clothes

Despite the above, Mike is usually in safety gear more often than Pac during labwork, especially after the sting of Richarlyson's first life loss

They both have a picture of Richas in their pockets to look at whenever they're at work

They have telepathic communication powers but only with each other. Sometimes they can be caught just staring at each other when they are really arguing in each other's heads

17. q!Etoiles

anthromorphic cucumber!

the pattern of green on his body is composed of tiny little stars that are galaxy-like

has hair, a beard and glasses cartoon character style. He also has rubberhose limbs that can muscle up when he's fighting

under the glasses, his eyes are smudged over with a smoky powder that extends to resemble a blind-fold bandana mask thing. The eyes glow white during fights

wears the clothes of the blockman-cubito + armor

His armor is engraved with star shapes and space imagery

While in love with the thrill of adventure, he loves talking culture with Pomme just as much

part 1!

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

[jasontoddssuper]

The Anomalies headcanons

This is Spiderverse x Pjo x DC crossover team i've been working on that consists of Miles,Percy and Jason.If you don't like that idea,please just scroll past-Being nice is free and easy

@honeypotsworld @jelmet @insomniac-jay @julieemarine @floof-ghostie @cottoncandyspikes @c0tt0n-c4ndy-sw1rlz @moonage-gaydream @desi-pluto @genderfluid-bat @ammomancer @edityrhometown @spnandmarvelrunmylife @someallpowerfulforce @prettyboybirdie @templarhalo @jellyjays

They're called 'The Anomalies' because they're 'not supposed to exist'.Miles gets called one by name,Poseidon wasn't meant to have kids anymore and Jason's ressurection wasn't planned by anyone good.They use the name as reclamation to those people who use their existence against them

Percy's dimension is Earth 27 and Jason's is Prime Earth

Percy and Jason are afro-caribbean like Miles,both being dominican and Percy half black-greek.They're also all autistic and trans,with Miles and Jason being trans guys and Percy a trans woman who's full name is Persephone,chosen by her as a thank you to the og for giving her what's basically ancient greek magic hrt-Metamorphose,food that's been blessed by Aphrodite to give the eater their dream apperance

Miles' design is the same other than a few scars he gains on their adventures(Because he's perfect as he is <3)but Jason has brown skin,shoulder length dreads with one being white from the Lazarus Pit and is fat in addition to his canonical muscle and Percy has the darkest skin out of all of them,kinky hip length hair that's naturally styled in a way that makes it look like waves and is curvy,busty and has some more muscle than in canon and her gray streak turned white instead of fading completely so she dyes it sea blue to blend in.She's also pastel punk,Jason is goth and Miles just kinda does his own thing,although he does have a love for cute like things like Sanrio which Percy helped him embrace so he wears merch from it

Miles ends up becoming a Blue Lantern thanks to befriending Kyle and earns Apollo's blessing by being truly and earnestly dedicated to his art,with Apollo sobbing like a baby when he gave it to him because of how amazed he was(Percy to resist the urge to slash him away from him)

The reason Sally has sea color changing eyes is that she has kryptonian dna thanks to interdimensional shenanigans from her great grandparents escaping Krypton before it's explosion and this is why Percy is even stronger than your average Big Three Kid.After being adopted by Clark,she's given the name Per-El but even before that,he acts as a fatherly mentor to her so similar to the Persephone thing,she dones the Superfam symbol on her costume as 'Hydro'.Her costume is black and sea blue and has a hood and a lower face mask like Stephanie's

She also ends up hosting Venom for a significant amount of time and actually made him more scared of her than she is of him.Many people still wonder how she managed that-The ones who don't know her personally that is

Jason's Lazarus Pit dna being exposed to Miles' Spiderperson kind for so long and so often turned him into a Spider Mutant similar to Miguel,only with werewolf-like traits instead.He was pissed about it at first,especially with Miles' distressed apologies making him feel guilty and Percy's teasing,but learned to accept it and went under 'Batspider' until he learned to control his newfound powers.His costume is moddled after Miles' but with his own gothic twists like his Spider Symbol being cracked("Girls,girls,contain yourselves,there's enough to go around!" "Percy,for fuck's sake-" "Jay,you look like black Emo Elmo" "......How would anyone be able to tell i'm black in this???" "Same way they do with me.It's about vibes")

They met post itsv but pre atsv,post hoo when Percy graduated high school but toa never happened and a few days after utrh(the movie version is the one were following since that's the best written one).Doc Ock had survived the crash and gone into hiding to make another dimension teleportation device,becoming much more unhinged in the process,and attacked the town square to plant it on Miles to get rid of him by giving him 'a fate worse than death' and Percy's defying of the gods went way farther than in canon so they asked Apollo to bring her to Olympus and banished her from their realm,both ending up on Prime Earth and literally crashing straight into Jason in his Red Hood gear as he rode out further than the outskirts Gotham on his motorcyle.Percy and Miles hit it off instantly and it was helped by reminding eachother of Gwen and Nico,Jason decided to make sure Miles survived because he saw his Robin self in him and Percy and Jason bickered eachother's heads off from the start

Team Mom Percy so true.She does her best to make sure they all eat good,sleep well,don't go out on missions with too bad of injuries,keep up with training and are reassured they're loved.Miles and Jason gladly return the favor(Though Jason's more subtle about it)

Percy and Jason=Miles defense and hype squad

Percy encourages Miles to embrace his inner kid and eventually tells that one of the reason's for it is her own extremely lonely childhood that she dosen't wanna see him go through.That was the first time he'd been her shoulder to cry on and they were closer than ever afterwards.He appreciates it a lot because he'd been getting at the age where it's considered 'inappropriate' for boys to be 'cutesy' and it was upsetting to him and she helped him own it

Jason regularly uses Miles as a head rest and has an arm slung around Percy's shoulder,both as affection but the latter also for protective reasons

Miles draws Percy and Jason instead of Gwen in his sketchbook(That scene was mad cute but i prefer found family angles over romances ones when it comes Miles for the most part)and they tease him about just like she did("Love you too,Girasolito." "Damn,you really look up to us huh?" "Where's the River Lethe when you need it?!")

Jason and Percy are queerplatonic partners.Autism 2 Autism Red-coded 2 Blue-coded Transmasc 2 Transfem Bat 2 Super Communcation

They all big white bloob eyes in their costumes,including Jason with his helmet!!Also,in superhero dimensions,masks and helmets move with the wearers facial expression

Jason teaches Miles to channel his anger in useful ways and Miles helps Jason's rage calm itself

CHAOTIC ASF EVEN OFF DUTY.McSupers trips at odd hours,saying the weirdest shit because they're just that open with eachother,fucking around with their powers and even more!!Their love language is being sweet freaks together

#the anomalies #miles morales #percy jackson #persephone jackson #jason todd #black percy #latino percy #afrolatino jason supremacy #blue lantern miles #apollo blessed miles #part kryptonian percy #per-el #hydro #symbiote!percy #clark kent #latino superfam tag #spiderman #robin #red hood #spider mutant jason #batspider #spiderverse #atsv #pjo #hoo #batfam #ditf #lost days #utrh #letters from summer

[writeforfandoms]

I actually had to pause reading the new run wild update to process and screech over it so it took me like 30 minutes to read the whole thing- I cannot express how much I love their interactions!! Mink being a menace!! The budding pining!! Horangi ALSO being mischevious! I love them so muchhhh

I also had the most hilarious thoughts- since I headcanon mink as curly haired, I can only imagine how cute it would be for her to poof up while drying off after a swim. Instant shot to the heart, critical damage to König. Also, I envision her as being on of those people who can eat spicy food with no problem (so her and Horangi could bond over that) but poor König trying to keep up.. man's is downing water and bread fighting to survive -🦐

Horangi can be mischievous. He is a cat after all. He's just... selective.

Omg the curls is adorable! They'd both find her so cute with curls. Also just picture mink getting out of the water and doing that full body shake, except she's so tiny she just turns into a ball of floof. König would find her so adorable. Horangi too but he'd hide it better.

As for the spicy food, watching König try to keep up with Horangi and mink would be hysterical. His eyes are streaming by the time he gives up, and he suffers the next day too. Meanwhile mink and Horangi are totally unaffected

#🦐 anon #shifter au

[sarifinasnightmare]

Popsicle Standoff

Rating: Sexual Innuendos Ahoy!

Paring: Sarah X Bucky

Author's Note: This is me killing two birds with one stone. So @sahtinekryze  put out this prompt about Cass, AJ and Bucky conspiring to hide a kitten from Sarah. This also fulfills the popsicle prompt. Hopefully I did good!

Summary: Cass and AJ rescue a kitten. Bucky has a soft spot for cats and decides to aid and abet them in hiding the little floof from their mother.

August 19-25: Popsicles

Bucky had endured torture. However what Sarah was doing in front of him was about to make him fold faster than a lawn chair.

It was supposed to be a distraction and a way to soften her up to what the boys had hidden up in their room.

When it came to the boys, Bucky was always 100% behind whatever decision Sarah made. However, when Cass and AJ came back from school carrying an adorable white ball of fluff that had been abandoned in a box on the side of the road, her NO PETS rule went flying out the window.

“Please don’t tell mom!” AJ pleaded as Bucky gently took the little kitten from his arms.

“We think it’s deaf.” Cass snapped his fingers close to the kitten’s ear and it didn’t flinch, too busy staring up at Bucky with matching blue eyes.

The little thing looked dehydrated, with a distended belly and probably covered with fleas. Still it mewed bravely and lifted a paw curiously. Bucky smiled remembering as a small boy the alley cats he often played with and how occasionally one would crawl on his lap for pets. Fighters and survivors, they were nonetheless tranquil, peaceful creatures.

“Let’s see if we can get the fleas off her.” He decided after giving her a quick inspection.

A check on the internet showed them how to give the kitten a proper washing and what it would need to eat. Bucky promptly went to the nearest store to get some proper food and had just returned when Sarah suddenly drove in.

“Mom’s here!” AJ cried out, hugging the freshly washed kitten wrapped snug in a towel.

The kitten mewled loudly in protest.

“Shh! Not so loud.” Cass hushed them both. “We got to hid her.”

Bucky sighed, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Take her upstairs. I’ll see what I can do with your mom.”

The boys quickly dashed up to their room just as Sarah walked into the house with a small bag of foodstuff. She caught the sounds of frantic steps and the door slamming shut along with hushed words. Bucky stood in the center looking awkward.

“Is there something I should know?”

“N-No.”

Now this was surprising. It was the first time Bucky had ever lied to her. Handing the groceries to him she decided to figure out what shenanigans was going down.

“I think I’m going to check on the boys.”

“Uh, wait!” He opened the freezer, looked around. “I’ve been craving a popsicle…Want to enjoy one with me?” Turning around he thrust one at her.

He’s stalling her. Now she knew something was up, but fine, if he wanted to play games, so be it.

“Okay,” she said, peeling off the plastic wrapping to reveal the classic red and orange popsicle swirl. Taking a seat across from him, she sucked the tip of the cold dessert and moaned in delight.

Bucky faltered, his popsicle missing his mouth by a mile as he watched Sarah begin to suck, lick and slurp on the long frozen pop.

“My girlfriends and I loved these on hot nights. We’d try to make it last as long as possible.” She mused as her tongue licked the sweetness of the popsicle first up, then down.

“Uh huh.” He said breathlessly.

“I remember Brenda was boy crazy and showed us her special trick.” Demonstrating, she pushed the popsicle far into her mouth and slowly dragged it out.

His jeans were now extremely tight, and his gaze was fixed on her every move.

She arched a brow. “Aren’t you going to eat yours? It’s melting all over your hand.”

“Uh,” He reached out to grab a napkin, missed and jostled the table before awkwardly wiping his hand.

Bemused, she took a delicate bite and let the icy sweetness melt in her mouth. “You’re wasting it.”

Bucky watched the way her tongue dragged over her lips, squirming, but tried to regain control and began to chomp at his popsicle, finishing it in three bites.

“You didn’t even enjoy it.” Sarah scolded gently as she slowly finished hers until she was only sucking on the stick.

“Jesus, Sarah,” He groaned, pulling the stick from her mouth and capturing her in a cool, sticky sweet kiss. He’d been tortured enough and now demanded some satisfaction.

She indulged him. Her tongue teased him, her teeth nibbled. His breath became heavy, and she brushed her hand against his jeans feeling his arousal.  

“I’m going to check on the boys.”

Before Bucky could even realize he’d been tricked, Sarah ran up the stairs to find out what was going on. Valiantly he tried to stop her but too late, she was inside AJ’s bedroom looming over the boys as they tried their best to look innocent despite the fact that the kitten was meowing loudly under the bed.

“What did I say?” She said, hands parked at her hips.

“Please mom! She was left to die all alone in a box!” Cass argued. “We couldn’t leave her like that.”

“You always tell us to help the less fortunate.” AJ added.

Bucky soon lumbered in awkwardly, his eyes darting around. “Where is she?”

The kitten crawled out from under the bed and made a beeline for the super soldier. With sharp, tiny claws she unabashedly climbed up his long legs until he could scoop her into his arms. Now safely established, the kitten looked up at Sarah and meowed her introduction.  

Sarah arched a brow. “Sassy, isn’t she?” She noticed how tenderly Bucky stroked the little thing’s soft white fur. “I see I’m already being replaced.”

“No, come on. You know you’re the only girl for me.” Bucky countered before shrugging. “She’s just a lost little kitten. Abandoned, forgotten, disabled…no friends.”

“Not abandoned nor alone. Not so long as a Wilson is around to save the day.” Sarah teased lightly as she gave into the urge and stroked the kitten’s soft head.

Bucky smiled faintly. “I know you told the boys no pets…but you never said I couldn’t have one.”

“Ooh! Yeah, you never said Uncle Bucky couldn’t have a pet. He can keep it!” AJ parroted excitedly.

“You know, instead of lying and stalling with popsicles, you could’ve just said you guys found a kitten.”

Cass frowned. “But you said no pets.”

“Yeah but I never said we couldn’t help a poor defenseless animal.” She countered. “She could stay but tomorrow she moves into Bucky’s place. Okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” They said in unison. “Can we have a popsicle?” AJ added.

“Go for it.”

They quickly skedaddled out to the kitchen leaving the adults to with their new feline charge.

“So now that this has been settled what are you going to do to prevent me from making you sleep on the couch tonight?” Sarah said, folding her arms across her chest, waiting.

Bucky sighed. “I am sorry that I helped the boys smuggle a cat into the house and lie about it…and I promise that she’ll stay at my place. Please don’t make me sleep on the couch. You are the most beautiful, radiant, loving woman a guy could ever ask for.”

She stared at him for a moment. “I’ll think about it.” Then turned and went to join her sons.

Cat and cat owner watched her go.

The feline glanced up at him. “Mrrp.”

“Thanks for the encouragement.” Bucky replied. “Let’s go butter her up some more.”

In the end, Cass and AJ saved a cat, the cat got a new home, and Bucky managed to slide in beside Sarah that night to finish what they started with the popsicles.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarahbucky #buckysarah #all caps bingo 2023 #sarahbucky bingo #tfatws #tfatws fic #in love in delacroix #fleur de louve #fleurdelouve

[pancake-breakfast]

Trigun Book Club! (I'm glad some of you are enjoying reading the nonsense I've been writing up for these things. Thank you very much!) I know some characters I'm highly anticipating are coming up, so let's get to it!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 2, Chapter 1 below.

Chapter 1: Blood and Thunder

WOLFWOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

I love how intense he looks compared to Vash, who seems to be smiling just a bit. Of course he would. He has a buddy to fight at his back.

"More than just shoes," huh? What, does he make crazy strappy leather body suits, too? Hmmmmmm???

Dramatic Vash title page pose!

Oh, shoot. I remember that fountain from '98. That's... a bad sign.

Meryl: "What a lovely day...." Me: "Not for long."

I do appreciate the pigeon floof, though. Wait, how did pigeons get here? Did they import them? Are these actually not-pigeons but are more closely related to Thomases? Are... are they a type of WORM??!??!!

Oh, Vash. He wants to rest, but he's keeping one eye open.

NM, he's decided rest is the best option.

OMG, this page! Rem with the halo imagery over her. The way her form dominates the page but blends into Vash's, as if she's a bigger part of him than he himself is. The way he seems to be falling through the panels. Gorgeous.

Aaand the moment's gone.

At least they're apologizing?

Wait, there's no water in that fountain, is there?

Goshdarnit, Vash! Don't put that in your mouth! You don't know where it's been!

Yeah, you're not gonna be able to talk while pulling off this maneuver. But I'll allow it.

Hahahaha, once they've properly apologized, he decides to reward them with ice cream. Or maybe just reward himself and reward them as a byproduct, but whatever.

VASH THE STAMPEDE!!! You, of all people, do NOT get to tell Milly (OR ANYONE ELSE) she is not acting her age! Freaking dork....

I love how calmly Meryl is like, "Here's the cash. Get us all ice cream." Although I'm only counting five??

Oh.

Meryl just won like 500 brownie points for that move.

There are few things in life that can't be made to seem at least a little better if one has ice cream.

Vash looks deeply saddened that the girl left.

But it seems like he's moved on pretty fast. No point dwelling on it, right?

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

Gods, I'm sure people have debated his designs in both '98 and Stampede, but here? Legato looks like a twink. A twink hiding in a big emo jacket with shoulder pads he stole from the '80s and then fed steroids.

Annnnd he's eating a hot dog. I'm not gonna read too much into that. Too late. And now you can, too.

Seriously, though. Of all the foods to import, you'd think someone would leave hot dogs behind. Or not. They do make use of the junk parts of the animal, and I guess you can't be too picky when you live in a desert wasteland.

The way they're having this conversation is suspicious.

Fountain confirmed empty.

Milly's danger sense is tingling.

I just want to point out that, when Milly says Vash's face looks frightening, this is the last expression we see him showing.

He's putting on the glasses. It's serious time. He might have to shoot someone, and he definitely doesn't want anyone else to catch a glimpse of his intentions here.

Wow. The level of force Vash shows in his wording here. It's like he's playing a card that says, "I know I'm superior to you, and given the situation, I'm going to make dead sure you know it, too."

"That monster," huh? Harsh words. Justified, perhaps. But harsh. All of this is harsh coming from such a staunch pacifist.

I just want to point out that all of this is happening after the July incident. For no reason whatsoever, I'm sure.

Legato... PLEASE don't make shitty decisions with your life. What you're suggesting is not the sort of thing likely to end in a win scenario for you....

Ok, so I'm sure some of this is because I've watched '98 and have a better feel for Legato than some... but I LOVE the imagery of him handing food to a hungry child and giving them a pat on the head. It's wrong on so many levels... but it's also a good reminder that people who are capable of absolutely terrible things are also capable of at least presenting a veneer of simple kindness.

Glad that scene upset Vash quite a bit, too.

Assuming Legato isn't bluffing, even Vash would struggle to contain that much slaughter in such a short span of time, I think. And right now, he's got a whole fountain in between him and Legato.

Vash has been gradually losing his mask through this whole conversation. Milly noticed it first, but the kids and Meryl have noticed it by now, too.

This outfit needs more straps.

Yyyyeeeaaaahhhh, if they fight in the busy town square there, the casualty number is gonna be stupid high.

WTF, he gave Vash a quest?? I don't like this quest. This quest is gonna be full of Bad Things.

I LOVE how they're all in silhouette behind Legato there, but with all their forms blended together to make this ominous amorphous blob of eyes and limbs and darkness. I want a clean version without the text balloons.

Sir. Sir, your bag is leaking. Sir, you might want to take a look at that. Sir.

Ok, now I have legitimate questions about the Shoemaker instead of bullshit ones.

I, too, would panic if someone I knew suddenly literally lost their head. Not sure I'd go screaming into the town square, but I would definitely be out of sorts.

Nightow didn't even have to show us what was in the bag to make his point.

Dude, that's an American coin. Hang on a second.... Ok, found it. I'm just gonna put some information on it here if anyone wants to go through it.

I'm pretty sure I recognize that silhouette...

Thinking on the title of the chapter again. Thunder is often seen as the first sign of an oncoming storm. Fitting.

I wanted to go through more than one chapter, but I feel like I have a LOT of notes on this one, and those pop-out posts inevitably take a good chunk of time, so this will do for tonight.

#i'm bummed because my boy WW still hasn't shown up #but i'm sure he'll be here soon #trigunbookclub #trigun manga #volume 2 #pancake thoughts

[artofalassa]

Whats the story behind the Zack wing au? <3

Honestly, Wing AU is more of a visual/aesthetic thing. When it comes to story, we usually focus on the Second Chances AU or the Woof/Floof/Werewoof AU. HOWEVER, there's at least something I can say about it.

Zack wakes up on the battlefield, bloodied and very surprised he's not dead. Cloud and the Buster sword are nowhere to be found. Oh and he has a wing now. So after he freaks out a little, he decides to continue to Midgar, where he hides in the attic of the Sector 5's church. Staying out of sight proves to be a little bit of a problem in his case what with being the huge bubbly idiot who now has a wing on top of everything. Coats, cloaks and cowls are in need now. Let's pretend that FFVII's angels have their wings made of zero bones. Because apparently they do… :'D

Zack tries to stay out of sight, even in front of Aerith. Which-- Not the best idea to stay in the church then, buddy, the flowers know about you, which means so will Aerith soon. I like the thought of her making loud comments to the flowers, making sure Zack hears her up there, but he never responds. The wing business is a little too much for him to bother her with.

He finally makes himself known when Cloud shows up in the church. But only when they are alone. He sits there up on the church beam and calls out to Cloud whose back is to him. As Cloud reaches for the sword ready to defend himself from the monster up there, Zack realizes that Cloud doesn't really recognize him, so he lands down in front of him, showing himself and talks to Cloud until everything comes back to him.

Scenes like this repeat a lot, Zack follows the gang, but only communicates with Cloud. The lab experience together being the bond between them and somehow helping him put up with his… I don't want to say shame? But, uh, … I don't think Zack would be entirely okay with suddenly having a wing too, right?

Unfortunately, Aerith overhears them a few times, but whenever she tries to make a contact, he's gone. Bothering the hell out of both her and Cloud, who feels like Zack's making him out to be even more of a weirdo than he'd appeared like before. Having to lie that he's talking to himself and other funny stuff.

I believe that Aerith has a right to move on. She is basically over him at this moment, but honestly - If a boyfriend disappeared on her five years ago without a word, now she suspects he's suddenly back, but he's avoiding her? Boiiii. I'd be salty too. I still have to think about how they sort it out between them, but they definitely will. No triangles plz. And Zack would absolutely never cheat on her, even though it’s... five... years... later and she thought him dead the whole time.... orz

So all in all, this story is the other way round from the usual - Cloud trying make Zack come out of his shell while he hides. The IronyTM.

He does show up eventually and when Seph appears (either in the Drum or at the end of the highway), the moment Cloud wants to attack Seph, Zack flies in, snatches the sword from Cloud's back (it's his sword after all, right) and attacks Sephiroth himself.

OOF. TLDR! But that's basically the most I have about this whole thing. Heheh! <3

#lass!talks #wing au

[insomniac-jay]

DC OC | Costumes

Finally getting around to this. I'm not gonna say this is my last DC OC post bc yall know I'm a liar

Billie Sunday | Faerie

As I said in a post before, Billie's costume, along with the Knights of Titania as a whole, is magical girl inspired with fairy or butterfly motifs. Her costume is obviously pink bc we have to follow the law of magical girl here /j. I would recommend using either a darker or lighter shade of pink. Other things I'd recommend are adding a pair of shorts, a cute domino mask, and an opening for her wings.

A good reference point is Sailor Moon in her super form

Greynasha Wiley | Crypt

Oh boy Greynasha...

First and foremost, her costume needs to be both practical and stylish. She can have her legs covered since she doesn't use the bones there. A huge part of her costume is her hat that has a mourning veil attached to it. The veil covers most of her face except her mouth.

Sophia Evangelista | Angeknight

For Sophia, I actually do have a concept picture of her costume (meiker.io you are a lifesaver) (ignore the blonde hair and white wings)

It's a start but I also want to add some homages to her Bana heritage (and maybe a few references to Egyptian goddesses since Sophia is technically Egyptian) and add some more pieces of armor. And how could I forget that it needs to be practical? She'd be in a jumpsuit a la Donna Troy.

Marietta Brooks | Glamor

Mari's is a simple pink catsuit (think of the ones the main trio of Totally Spies wear) that can turn black when she needs to go stealth mode and a stylish utility belt. Add some type of mask to hide her face and she's good to go.

Venus Parks | Star Sapphire/Boombox

I've already talked in great detail about Venus's Star Sapphire outfit, so we're just gonna focus on her Boombox one.

Given that she's piloting a mech, Venus's new hero costume looks like she's a female pilot in a mecha anime except that it's not skintight.

Daliah Yukimura | Snow/Snowdancer

Much like Sophia, I actually do have an idea for Daliah's costume during both her preexisting vigilante career and YJ membership, just without the jacket

As for when she becomes Snowdancer, her costume would pay homage to her mentor, Golden Glider. It'd also look closer to what professional ice skaters wear, a symbol of both Daliah getting older and her increasing skill.

Elyon Morningstar | Pandora

Elyon deserves to look like a stereotypical witch, hat, broomstick, and all. She'd revel in it so much that it holds over into her later hero career

Sasha Ray | Wavedancer

This dress could easily be made to be Sasha's costume. Plus it'd go great with her powers.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @peachyblkdemonslayer @punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings

#jay's dc ocs #oc: billie/faerie #oc: greynasha/crypt #oc: sophia/angeknight #oc: marietta/glamor #oc: venus/star sapphire #oc: daliah/snow #oc: elyon/pandora #oc: sasha/wavedancer

[white-poppie]

Eyes burning in the Sun

Request: can you please do a Kurapika x reader. the reader helps Kurapika fight the phantom troupe and even ends up fighting one of them. (This is my first time I'm sorry if I mess up on anything I also read the rules multiple times.)

A/N: Ohh nonnie, don't worry you didn't mess up anything!! I am so happy that you read the rules ahaha ( you are so adorable omg my heart-) Hehe like I would leave any opportunity to write for 'pika dearest.

Genre: Friends to Lovers! (first-time writing non-established relations xo) Warnings: extreme violence--be warned, reader is a specialist, too mush floof

"I am going on the hunt with you this time!" you slammed the door, causing him to flinch and spill his green tea on his shirt. You were the one always lecturing him about taking care of himself and yet you disturbed one of his only moments of calmness.

"The what, now?" he blinked, dazed.

"I wanna help you in hunting the phantom troupe this time," you huffed causing Kurapika to drop the tissue in his hand and look at you concerned, he walked up to you before any questions left his mouth.

"Absolutely not!" he commanded.

"I won't be any hindrance to you!" you pouted making his resolve tremble ever-so-slightly.

"It's not about being a hindrance, Y/n!" he paced around his room, "its about your safety, I can't let anyone else dear to me get hurt, no, not again!"

"Kurapika!" you kept your hands on his shoulders, "I am fine, stop worrying, geez!"

"Oh-I" he quickly fixed his tie and cleared his throat, "I apologize."

"Please let me help you," your eyes softened, "I am concerned about you, that is why I want to accompany you, I think you are fully capable of handling them by yourself, but my mind is restless--please let me come with you."

He gulped and averted his eyes, "fine, you may."

"But if any situation comes where you are in danger, flee immediately!"

Kurapika should've known better than to trust you to flee in the face of danger.

"Twenty meters and Sixty degrees clockwise from your current position," chided through the device, "Machi, she is alone, you can catch up to her."

Kurapika rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and looked at the direction you pointed. You were hiding behind some alleyway, a device in your ear and binocs in your hand, spying at the troupe.

"Isn't it suspicious how only one member is there?" he mumbled.

"It is..." you whispered, narrowing your eyes and before one could say knife, there was a hand around your mouth. Your eyes widened in fear and a muffled shriek automatically left your throat.

"Y/N?" Kurapika asked concernedly, but before one could say knife, he was struck by Machi.

"Focus, chain bastard," she hissed and he had no choice but to oblige. First he had to deal with the issue in his hand and then look after you.

You looked around to see a short man holding your mouth, eyes widening in fear as you recognised him to be the cruellest member of the troupe: Feitan.

You did the most reasonable thing anyone could have done.

Scream? No.

Cry? No.

Beg for mercy? Absolutely Not.

You...bit his hand.

Now listen, it might not be the most ethical tactic, but as long as it works, right?

Feitan hissed as he realized his grip from your mouth. You kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and made him double up, gasping in pain.

"You bitch!" he snarled wildly, landing blind hits on you, which you were able to dodge. You took advantage and twirled him till he was facing the wall, in his weakened state, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the wall.

His head hit a gross splat and you were sure it was enough to keep him unconscious for a while.

Making an escape from the alley, you ran towards Kurapika.

You weren't shocked to see Kurapika and Machi having a fair fight. Her strings were invisible when they wrapped around his forearm, drawing blood from them as he hissed in pain.

And you swore to heavens you never wanted to shave someone's hair off so bad in your life.

You took a pocket knife and snapped her string, giving Kurapika enough time to wield his chain of justice and pierce it through her chest.

That was what you thought...until your head was hit with something cold, forcing you to fall on all fours, groaning in pain as warmth trickled down your head.

You turned your head to see Feitan smiling sadistically, your vision tunneled from the impact.

"Y/N!" Kurapika shouted. God, it was their plan to make him unable to move. He was driven between killing Machi and saving you from Feitan.

Heh, you knew better than being a hindrance, "k-kill machi," you stuttered out, "I'll hopefully buy you enough time until then."

"Y/N-" his voice died in his throat as he shook his head to rid of the haziness.

You got up hesitantly and stared into his dark eyes, how menacing.

"Why do always attack from the back?" you asked, crossing your arms in front of you. He blinked in surprise at the casual conversation you were channelling in the middle of a fight. You looked at Kurapika, he was holding out quite well.

You slowly moved a little towards the alley while glaring at him and the poor guy didn't know how to react. You leg finally came across the metal rod you were looking for, instantly grabbing it, you charged at Feitan but he was quick to dodge.

You huffed as you swing again, landing a clear hit on his arm. It might have seemed like an unneeded move, but it was necessary to connect your nen-channel on his arm, one of the weakest points of the body.

Your nen was concealed through In, but your ability was versatile, you could connect your aura through a bullet and fire it and it would successfully attach to the person, or you could use a knife and stab, even physical attack worked as long as you make contact with the target, one way or another.

But Feitan was cunning, he knew you motive and was ready to cut your aura nodes. You panicked and quickly and uttered the command, "Kaze!"

A sharp gust of wind snapped his arm in half...the scene reminded you of Heaven's Arena when you were watching the fight of Hisoka.

He groaned in pain as you looked over to see Kurapika, win as Machi retreated from the fight. He groaned in anger as she ran away, but his legs gave in due to tiredness.

You turned to face Feitan but he was gone too. Groaning in irritation you walked up to Kurapika and sat on the ground with your back on a wall.

"Hah, they ran away," he ran a hand through his gold locks, shutting his eyes tightly in despair, only to be met with a soft weight on his shoulder.

You kept your head on his shoulder, knowing well that you would die of embarrassment when you snap back to reality, but right now you wanted nothing more than his embrace.

"I am so glad you are alright," you laughed hoarsely, "I was so scared when I couldn't see you, I thought maybe-maybe-something might go wrong on your side or mine."

He leaned onto your touch, pushing back your hair from your forehead with dried-up blood.

"You promised you would run away," he moved away and looked at you, gently holding your hand and bringing it to his face. Heat rushed onto you as you bit your lips.

"I am sorry, I cannot leave you alone, can I?" He smiled and kissed your knuckles and you couldn't help but embrace him tightly.

He was quick to melt into your touch, "so uhm...do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked hesitantly and your tightened hug was all that he needed for an answer.

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS AAAA

Im sorry nonnie, hope you are not mad at me, I was having such an intense burnout TwT

I love pika shoo mush ommg uhuhuhu

Tags: @denkis111, @jazzylove, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp,@rintaroubby @nanaseishiro @innerpurple,

𓏲 🥀  Occasional Critters ▒ Wonderland's citizens ▒ The red king's rules    

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

#[𝒦urapika] #⎯ 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 #hunter x hunter #kurapika #hxh x reader #hxh #x reader #imagines #imagine #fluff #hxh fluff #writing #repopulate kurta clan :P #just for fun #hxh fanfic #angst #hxhxy/n #x y/n #kurapika x y/n #white-poppie🌼 #kurapika hcs #yandere kurapika #kurapika kurta #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader fluff #kurapika x gn reader #kurapika x reader angst #kurapika x reader

[imnotasuperhero]

REQESTTTT TIMEEEE wanda x reader adopting a cat cause thats cute and floof is nice tyyyy ily

This has been sitting in my inbox for who knows how long. Oopsie.

But hey! I finally thought of something 😂😂 Hope you like it, Bubs!

"You're sure this won't blow up on your face?" Pietro asked her sister as they walked over to her shared apartment.

"Believe me. This is a fools' plan." Wanda scratched the kitten's head once more before she handed it out to her brother. "Wait for my signal," she walked towards the door, fighting to hide the smile.

Dating you meant sometimes

Wanda needed to get creative in order to get what she wanted. Specially when it came to certain things.

Conjuring the best mask she could muster, she opened the front door, steping inside with a calling of your name.

Taking advantage of the episode ending, Wanda stood up walking towards the bathroom, shoothing Pietro the signal as soon as she gpt out of your sight.

Hearing the doorbell, she prayed to whichever God was out there.

"Who was it, baby?" She asked innocently as she walked back to the livingroom.

"Oh, my God! He's so-"

"So it's a he, huh?" You raised an eyebrow as the kitten rested in your arms.

"Let me explain," Wanda started walking towards you as you handed her the cat.

"We talked about this, Wands." You sighed defeatedly.

"His time at the temporary home was running out, and I couldn't help his cute little face," Wanda raised up the kitten's head to her left cheek, making sure to prove her point.

After a few seconds staring at them, you opened your mouth but Wanda spoke abruptly. "Pweeeseeee," the brunette pouted as she squished the cat against herself.

"Your responsibility if the landlord finds out." You warned her.

"Did you hear that, Spook? Mama sa-"

"Spook?" You couldn't help scrunching your nose at the chosen name.

"It's cute!" Wanda defended herself as she walked to the couch sitting cross legged with the purring kitten on her lap.

After a few minutes of you listening to a rambling Wanda, she stopped suddenly.

"How did you know?"

"Know what?" You looked away from the screen.

"You knew it was my doing." Wanda clarified.

"Pietro wasn't fast enough. I saw him turning on the corner."

"Why do I even try,"

"Who knows, love." You stood up, kissing her forehead. "Let's go."

"Where?" Wanda looked up from the sleeping kitten in her arms.

"As far as I know, Spook can't feed from air."

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THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!! VERY EXCITED AND THANKS ALL FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Read on AO3. content warning: sexual content Summary: The world keeps changing. Word Count: 6536 Chapter 19 Master Post

“After nearly a decade of victims, the Torso— revealed to be longtime taxi driver Karao Saeki— is dead. His body was found in a river in the 17th ward, stabbed to death by an unknown assailant with his eyes pried out of his skull. The Washuu Task Force is unable to determine anything else at the time of reporting.

“In addition, tapes of Saeki communicating with Kousei Kaiko, CEO of Kaiko Industries, have surfaced from a raid of his home. The details will have to wait, however, as sorting out the relevant tapes will take some time, or so claims Koutarou Amon, a lawyer and one of the survivors of the Priest’s orphanage.

“In other news, Sen Takatsuki is holding a press conference today to announce her new work: a graphic novel in collaboration with an unknown artist…”

———

“Listen, Sauce,” Hide stared at Haise from the living room, “I think the suit is more than enough.”

“I-I know!” Haise was still in the bathroom, his hands full of gel and his gaze boring a hole into their mirror. “I just— I should make an effort for this! It’s a press conference for the book— er, comic— no, I mean—!” He sighed. “You know what I mean; it’s important!”

“If you say so!” Hide put up his hands in defense. “Frankly, you look ridiculous, but that’s just me.”

“Hina did this for me for Red Tongues! I-It works!”

“Cool! Still ridiculous.”

Touka’s laugh rang from the pantry.

“T-Touka!”

A month had passed since the incident with the Torso, making it December. After another week’s worth of recovery, Haise was discharged from Taiwa, and he and Sen finally finished their work: The Folly of the Hierophants. Sen asked him multiple times if it was too on the nose, but he reminded her that people don’t know about V like she did.

To kick things off, Shiono and Shoeisha arranged a press conference for the day. It would be Haise and Sen’s first public appearance together, so they had to make it count. At least, that’s what Haise thought of the whole thing.

Not only that, but the news of Kaiko Industries’ possible connection to the Torso was being spread like wildfire; once the story hit the shelves, it was going to fan those flames.

“That’s the idea, at least,” Sen had told him. “But you know the public; a little too stupid for their own good. There’s a brilliant mind among them every now and then, sure, but plucking them out from the masses is always troublesome.” He remembered her looking him up and down then. “Sometimes, though, it’s worth it.”

The memory made him shiver, but it also reinforced his resolve. He had to make sure he was presentable for her sake.

After ten more minutes, he shut the bathroom door, making some minor adjustments to his hair, which he had slicked back. To accompany it, he was wearing a simple black suit and matching tie— the only ‘fancy’ thing in his possession. Hopefully, it would be enough.

Touka peeked out from the kitchen, a peeled banana in her hand. “Wow,” she whistled. “Not bad.”

“Meh,” Hide said. “I still think the hair’s too much. None of that signature Sauce floof, y’know?”

She smacked him lightly on the head. “I think the effort will be appreciated.”

“Thank you, Touka,” Haise said, nodding at her in approval. “I think so, too.”

“Gasp! Is our boy being sassy with me?” Hide’s mouth hung open, a hand on his chest. “You hang out with that Sen girl too much, young man! Respect your roommate!”

Haise laughed. “Sorry, sorry… Maybe it’s the nerves.”

“Oh, yeah; this thing’s gonna be on TV, huh?” Hide fetched the remote. “When was it, again?”

“This afternoon, but you don’t have to watch it; Chie must have something for you to do, especially with the other news that’s been going on.”

The two of them, as its collectors, were also overseeing its distribution with Tatara and the rest of Chì Shé, which was apparently more than a theater company.

Hide waved him off. “She wants a bit of a challenge, at least for today.”

It was weird to Haise that Hide was part of an underground effort to collect information on V. Though, given Chie’s ‘job’, it wasn't exactly weird, but the fact that Hide had worked in close contact with Sen right under Haise’s nose was baffling. He had discovered a side of his best friend that he would have never found out about thanks to— wait a second.

“Hide, did you know about Sen’s connection to…” he gestured vaguely— “everything when you signed me up for my job?”

His roommate looked over, confused. “What?”

Touka rolled her eyes. “C’mon, don’t be stupid. If you two were working together on V stuff, then wouldn’t that mean you knew each other?”

“Oh, that? No, we were working anonymously through Chie,” he explained. “Very sensitive information, y’know, and remember the part where I travel the world? Don’t want people knowing my face or name, right? We actually only figured each other out because I signed you up!”

Touka snickered. “So it was sheer dumb luck?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hide shook his head. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

“That’s right.” She ruffled his hair with a smirk. “Looks like Mr. Nagachika’s finally cracked, Sasaki.”

Hide opened his mouth to retort, but stopped when he saw Haise smiling. “Don’t do me like this, man.”

“Sorry, sorry…” Haise waved his hand about in a poor attempt at stifling laughter. “It’s just nice to know that even you’re human, Hide.”

“Uh, duh? I am extremely human! I have the proper circuit boards and everything!”

Haise laughed again, then headed for the door. “I gotta go now before I’m late. See you later!”

“I’m still right about the hair, by the way!” Hide called just before the door shut.

—

After a few ID check-ins with some vaguely familiar guards, Haise found his way into the back room of the building the conference was held at. Sen was waiting for him there, and she was beautiful. She wore a black turtleneck shirt, a blue flared skirt with gold patterning near the hem below her knees, and a cardigan faintly patterned with tiger lilies. Her hair was bound in a single ponytail gathered on one of her shoulders.

“Well, well, well; someone’s dressed up,” she commented upon seeing him arrive.

Haise rubbed his neck. “I-It is a conference, right?” He showed himself off a bit, albeit hesitantly. “Do you… like it?”

“Hm…”

She came up to him and studied him. Her eyes roamed his body, and at some points, he wondered if she was mentally undressing him. He didn’t mind the idea, and was rather used to it now, but he still swallowed while she adjusted his tie and brushed his shoulder. She smelled good, he idly noted, but that was always true.

“And lastly—” she reached up and roughly messed with his hair, ruining a half-hour’s worth of work — “there! Perfect.”

“H-Hey, I worked hard on that…!” he protested, even though he was laughing.

“You don’t have the face for it, sadly.” Sen shrugged and smiled. “I prefer you like this: all wild and messy.”

His spiteful side wanted to punch Hide the next time he saw him.

“Well, in that case—” Haise took her hair tie, making her breath hitch, and gently pulled it off— “that makes two of us.”

Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and she instantly turned scarlet. Recovering quickly, though, she pushed him with a chuckle.

Just then, Shiono appeared from the front. “Oh, Sasaki! Great timing; they just finished getting ready. You can come up whenever you’re ready.”

She fanned out her freshly loosened hair. “Oh, joy… Ready, Haise?”

He felt his stomach churn at the reminder of reality. “Not really, no…”

“Oh, hush— you’ll be fine.” She linked their arms together to reassure him. It worked… sort of. “Smile at the cameras, speak only when spoken to, and try to look straight ahead as much as you can, ‘kay?”

He nodded stiffly. “O-Okay…”

Even with those instructions, the flash of a camera as soon as they stepped out nearly blindsided him. Meanwhile, Sen smiled with familiar grace and practiced ease at the small crowd. He tried to copy her by waving himself, even though he was mostly squinting at the lights that were already beginning to hurt his eyes. He wished his glasses offered protection; this was gonna get bad fast.

There was nowhere to sit, which he expected, but Haise’s stomach sank to the floor when he thought of how long this might take. Combined with the sheer amount of people here, he was cruelly reminded that he was, in fact, dating a celebrity.

Sen took her spot at half of the mics on the table, while he positioned himself next to her at the other half, hands clasped behind his back. Hopefully, he didn’t look ridiculous, though the mere thought of that probably made it true. It was also kinda hot in here; was anyone else hot?

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting so many of you,” Sen said once it was silent, chuckling fakely. It snapped him back to attention. “The last time I saw nearly as many was for the announcement of The Black Goat’s Egg!”

Haise actually recalled the event. He had skipped class that day to watch it on TV, since it was in the middle of the day, once Hide assured him a hundred times that he’d get Haise the required notes and papers. Sen had dressed up far more fancily for that than this one, and now that he actually knew her (in more ways than one), he felt that she’d done herself a disservice.

A few more pictures were snapped, and he swore most of them were of him. It made sense, in a way; he was a novelty, or maybe an anomaly, in Sen’s otherwise lone wolf career.

That said, neither her clothes from that day nor the cameras were his main concern. His main concern was, still, the length of the previous presentation. As an avid reader, he hadn’t minded and wanted to pick her mind apart until it was laid out before him in all its glory, but now that he was standing with her as her equal, he found himself dreading the next two hours of his life. And that wasn’t even factoring in the fact this was televised.

“Well, before we get into questions—” Sen’s voice brought Haise back down to earth, as always— “I’d like to say a few words about the creation of this book.

“Firstly, I apologize to anyone willing to read my scribbles for the wait. Once The Hanged Man’s MacGuffin released, I found that my next idea simply wasn’t taking the form I wanted it to. All of the ideas were there, but the moment they left my mind, it turned into garbage, even by my standards!”

A smile and even a few laughs rumbled through the crowd. She was so good at this, Haise thought while playing with the cuff of his jacket. Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything but stand here, but that also made him feel bad. It also sounded a little tedious.

“A week became a month and a month became a year, yet the page was still blank. And so, my editor, Shiono, suggested I try to turn it into a graphic novel. He said the new format might be inspiring. And so, after much searching, I chose this one: Haise Sasaki!”

At his name, he visibly coughed and tried his best to smile and bow. “H-Hello! I’m… I’m Haise Sasaki, and it’s… it’s such an honor to work with S— Ms. Takatsuki on her first graphic novel!”

It was probably best that he left out the fact that this was also his first graphic novel, and his first officially published work.

Sen, however, had other plans. “I wanted someone with as little experience as me with this sort of thing, but I also wanted someone who was very familiar with the style of my written works. I was very lucky that Haise here—” he flinched when she aggressively pronounced his first name, to the point that he had to adjust his glasses— “checked both boxes and more! He was able to color the canvas where I couldn’t, and the result will be released with the new year.”

She smiled at him, and he caught the familiar glint of affection in her eyes. He returned it with his own, like it was their little secret.

“Now, let’s get to questions.”

The first question was for Sen, and it was probably the most obvious one. “Ms. Takatsuki, what was your source of inspiration for this story?”

“Oh, the usual,” she replied with a knowing smile. “I’ll just say that it’s surprising what you find when you go where people don’t want you to go. I encourage you all to do the same. Experience life and adventure, then maybe you might find what you’re looking for.”

The second one was also for Sen. “Ms. Takatsuki, what were some of the unique challenges presented to you with the graphic novel format?”

The third one? “Ms. Takatsuki—” Yep. Sen.

“Ms. Takatsuki…”

“Ms. Takatsuki!”

For the next hour or so, Sen was pestered over and over by interviewers who were more content with treading familiar ground than taking a chance with a picturesque newbie. Though Haise was partially relieved that there wasn’t much attention on himself, there was a rare instance of irritation welling within him for Sen’s sake, and the way her fake smile widened with each new, more boring question told him she felt the same way. They were supposed to be partners— equals— yet no one was treating them as such.

And then— “Mr. Sasaki?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Y-Yeah?! Er, sorry!” He cleared his throat, suffering some laughs. “Yes?”

This interviewer was younger, and looked a bit more timid than the others. Still, they were the first to take a chance on him. “Could you… Could you tell us what it’s like working with Ms. Takatsuki?”

The silence weighed heavy while the world waited for his answer. “W-Well…”

Sen was looking at him too, with that glimmering, curious gaze of hers. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight.

“Ms. Takatsuki is…”

What could he say that wouldn’t embarrass her? Public opinion wasn’t anything like talking to Hide or Touka; he couldn’t exactly be honest about the whole thing without raising some brows. Then again, this work was going to help connect the families of V to the likes of Donato and Saeki, so really, what was he even worried about?

“She’s amazing,” he said with full sincerity. “And I think you’ll enjoy what we’ve created together.”

Some time was taken for everyone to jot down his answer, and he wondered if he had been too brief. He also felt Sen’s eyes on him, but from the corner of his gaze, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He did, however, manage to catch her eye twitch when the next person stood, and begged for her attention. She must have thought her reprieve would last longer.

“Yes?” There was a slight sharpness to her voice.

“What are your thoughts on the ongoing investigation of Kaiko Industries and the Torso?”

A new type of silence settled in: anticipation. What did Sen Takatsuki think about the whole thing? Considering the messages and discussions around her work, it was just the type of thing she wrote and advocated for. Would she continue the pattern?

Some of the audience, particularly the older individuals, looked perturbed by the question. Perhaps they were people who disliked attaching real life events and politics to Sen’s works, who disliked the very idea of entwining the horrors of reality with the reliefs provided by fiction. Haise couldn’t understand that perspective. Art was influenced by real life, was it not? Stories about crime and punishment, corruption and exposure— were those not inherently political? It was like those people wished to drain the story of all life by ignoring its very real connotations.

He looked at her now, and saw she was smiling knowingly. 

“They’ll get what they deserve,” she said simply.

—

“Agh, I wish I could’ve said more!!” Sen, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Shiono’s car, complained.

The conference concluded without a hitch. After questions, Haise and Sen were asked for extra photos, and they revealed the title of the book as well. Shiono was driving them out now, helping them keep a low profile.

Haise, seated at the back of the car, tilted his head. “Why didn’t you?”

“I like writing, that’s all.” He heard the smile in her voice. “It’d be a waste to face an inconvenience with ‘controversy’.”

“You’re such a sap, Sen,” Shiono commented, chuckling.

“Oh, can it.” But she laughed anyway. “Maybe I am, so what?”

“Well, I think it’s charming. Right, Sasaki?”

She shot Haise a playful glare. “Don’t you start.”

He shrugged. “I thought you preferred the truth, Sen.”

Puffing up her cheeks, she reached over the seat to poke him, and he prepared to defend himself, laughing all the while. However, she couldn’t reach, so she just sank back into her seat and huffed.

“You two are unbelievable,” she muttered.

Shiono cackled. “We just get you, kiddo, and you hate it!”

Haise smiled. They did, didn’t they? Not only that, she believed them too. Shiono was understandable; he was her father, and he’d had nothing but a positive impact on her life. Haise was a bit more surprising, looking back. Seven short months, and now Sen Takatsuki trusted him completely? It felt like a dream.

Then again, he recognized himself in her words, and she recognized herself in his art. They were mirrors, two sides of the same coin; it would be weirder if they didn’t understand each other. Maybe it was that fact that pushed her to hire him in the first place.

Shiono and Sen had begun a new conversation, steered more toward the intricacies of marketing. Haise noted that he would be drawing a few extra pieces of promotional work to assist, but before he could formulate an idea, Shiono changed the subject.

“Do you two have plans for dinner?” he asked

“Uh…” Haise wracked his brain. “I-I don’t—”

“I’ve got a few ideas.” Sen turned over to him, smiling. “Remember? You were gonna cook something at my place.”

Haise was confused at first, but swallowed his question. His chin itched wildly as he responded: “Y-Yeah, I remember…”

It must not have been a very good performance, because she playfully rolled her eyes and faced forward.

Shiono whistled as he turned a corner leading to the 6th ward. “You really snagged a good one, kiddo. A cook? Absolutely crazy.”

She smirked. “I know.”

———

Haise didn’t even get the chance to admire Sen’s apartment before she locked the door, leapt into his arms, and crashed their lips together.

He gasped at the sudden contact as it stoked a flame inside of him. He scooped one hand beneath Sen to hold her steady, while the other groped at her ass. When he found a wall to pin her to, she grunted in approval.

“Is this okay…?” she breathed, tilting his head back and kissing his neck.

They hadn’t done this since he woke up in the hospital, and it only now dawned on Haise that that meant it had been a whole month. “Yes…” he gasped desperately, making a sound between a hiss and a moan when he felt her teeth pinch his skin. “Yes, yes…”

Perhaps that month— a bit more, if they were counting the days before he was kidnapped— had been why this felt a little clumsy. The way Sen was mindlessly biting his neck more than kissing it, the way when she found his mouth again, their teeth accidentally clacked, making them laugh— it was like the resort all over again.

Her tongue briefly swiped across his palate, then she bit gently on his bottom lip and tugged far harder. He let out a throaty sigh, leaning with the force, but he made sure to cradle her head so she didn’t hit the wall. Meanwhile, his hands hiked up either side of her skirt, pressing against her tights in  a vain attempt to feel the skin beneath.

Sen broke their kiss to catch her breath. “Tear them,” she said, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his jacket.

Haise helped himself out of the clothing. “What?”

“I mean it—” she let out a sigh when his tongue found the inside of her cheek, chasing the sensation— “Tear them, pry them apart.”

His head was too fuzzy to protest, so instead, after setting her down, he yanked down her skirt, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. Then, he got on his knees and quickly pulled down her tights.

“Haise—!” she began, even as she kicked them off. “I told you to—”

He planted his face into her exposed bush. The effect was immediate as she threw her head back and nearly collapsed on him.

“Fuck—!” she gasped.

He stopped immediately. “You okay?”

He didn’t need to see her glare. “Keep going.”

No complaints there. He followed the pitch and volume of her cries, flicking her clit and teasing her entrance with his tongue. Offhandedly, he remembered some awkward videos Hide had sent him once upon a time, and was almost ashamed at how much he was relying on them now. He was also upset they were working.

She tasted wonderful, though— a cross between sour, sweet, and satisfying. Or maybe those were the hormones talking. Either way, he needed more of her, even if that meant blocking the majority of his airways. He also took one of his fingers and spread her lower lips, massaging them as he sucked her entrance.

Her hands enthusiastically carded his hair, tangling themselves in the black locks, as he lapped up everything that came out of her, wasting nothing. In the meantime, his pants tightened more and more with each lick, cry, and squeeze.

“Bedroom…” Sen managed, half-delirious. “Bedroom, now…”

Haise obeyed her command, removing his face from between her legs and gathering her up in his arms.

“Holy shit…” She clung to him as he carried her over toward the door that he assumed was her bedroom. She planted a few lazy kisses on his cheek and spread open his unbuttoned shirt to access his shoulder. “Wow…”

He nearly tripped on the way there, and she squealed with laughter. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, laughing too.

“It’s fine…” She kissed him, loved him. “Careful, though; don’t get hurt…”

“I won’t.” He relished the feeling of her lips. “Promise…”

He finally identified the bed— a fittingly red color, he vaguely noted— in the dim light of evening, and let Sen fall against the mattress. She grunted at the impact, but the feverish grin on her face told him everything he needed to know. He shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly on the ground, and made to climb on top of her and continue.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

He found his path impeded by her bare foot against his abdomen. It barely hovered over the tent in his pants, teasing it with the ghost of touch. She sat up, more composed now, and far more controlling.

“The pants too.”

He glanced down past it, then took a few steps back. His hands fiddled with the belt, eager to continue—

“Slowly, Haise.”

She crossed one leg over, making a show of it. The display only made him harder, and the way that she teased him by barely lifting a finger— beautiful torture. And she knew it, too. She knew by the sultry sound of her voice, traveling across the room to caress his ears. She knew by the thin string weaving itself into his skin, gently pulling him every which way and encouraging him to obey. A siren’s tapestry, in other words, and one he succumbed to gladly.

She mirrored his actions with her shirt and bra, and there was a flush to her face that told him there was a touch of regret to her orders. She stared hard at his erection the entire time, not looking away for a second. He wasn’t any better; his eyes hungrily roamed her hair, her face, her hips, her stomach, and her breasts, each area with its own, equally tantalizing aspects.

Once Haise stepped out of the pool made of his pants, Sen’s impatience broke out to save them both. In a surprising show of strength, she seized him by the waist and dragged him on top of her, pinning herself between his body and the mattress and trapping him between her legs. Haise propped himself up on an elbow to not completely crush her, but he liked the heat of their chests pressed flush together, and indulged himself as much as he could.

While their tongues danced their familiar dance, Sen’s hand ran up and down his length through his boxers, and he grinded helplessly against the motion until it slipped in to feel the real deal. The other massaged the back of his head, making him shudder.

Meanwhile, his hand found her ass, squeezing as hard as he could without hurting her. She liked the pain, to a degree; at first, he’d been hesitant to comply with her demands, even after her demonstrations at the resort. However, after everything that had happened lately, he disregarded those doubts and gave it his all, and the cry she gave into his mouth was worth it.

She stopped stroking him and tugged on his waistband. Haise didn’t think twice and helped her expose him to open air. He came up for air from her mouth and reached for the nearby drawer, intent on finding the condoms.

However, Sen’s hand clamped around his wrist, cutting him short. He looked back in confusion. “Sen—” even as the request formed itself on his lips, he wanted to stop himself— “we shouldn’t—”

“I want to,” she interrupted, and her grip tightened. “I’m on the pill, you know. The condoms were always more of a precaution.”

He swallowed. Tantalizing curiosity prickled his neck and made him twitch. “But…”

“I want to feel you, Haise.” There was a shine to her eyes that was desperate, pleading. “Please…”

It was so tempting; more than once, it had crossed his mind to ask if she wanted to try this. But he didn’t know anything about her situation regarding birth control, and then to risk something that would only really cause her pain was enough to still his tongue. In hindsight, he should have just asked.

He nodded slightly, then nodded again. “Okay… You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t.” She gave an encouraging smile.

Yeah, that was pretty stupid. Still— “If you change your mind, I’ll stop.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know.”

He stroked himself a few times to make sure he was ready, staring into her eyes the entire time. The resolve in her jade irises didn’t diminish in any way. When he moved to position himself, she spread her legs.

“Go on.” She shuddered as his head teased her entrance, which was soaked with her juices. It was more than enough.

Haise easily pressed into her, then saw stars.

It felt completely different from using a condom. Skin against skin, with nothing in between. A fire, no longer restrained, finally allowed to roar and consume everything it could get its hands on. It was such an incredible feeling that Haise nearly came on the spot. Sen seemed to feel it too, moaning and squirming like never before.

“Hah… Sen…”

“Haise… Haise…!”

For all that they read and learned from books, their vocabulary was reduced to unintelligible sounds and the other’s name as Haise moved inside her. It was an addicting sensation; he had a feeling he wouldn’t want to go back to condoms.

Sen seemed to be thinking the same. Her mouth hung open slightly, and her eyes were lidded with pleasure, vaguely focused in his direction. Even the slightest movement made her shiver beneath him. She was ethereal to him, his perfect imperfect person. The many images he had of Sen Takatsuki, the author, paled in comparison to Sen Takatsuki, the person; she got mad, she had moments of sorrow, she grinned and cackled when she was happy, and she was sometimes a bit too arrogant for her own good.

She was so unbelievably human.

He loved it.

He loved her.

Haise captured her lips again, trying to get as close to melting into her as he could. She eagerly reciprocated by wrapping her arms around his neck. He drank her like someone dying of thirst, and she opened herself to him, letting herself be drained.

The tenderness was short-lived. His pace sped up, and their voices grew in volume. Eventually, there was nothing left but Sen’s cries, his gasps, the slapping of their hips, and the feeling that he was going to cum soon. He tried to slow down, hoping to prolong the ecstasy for even a second longer, and busied himself by dragging his mouth over one of her nipples. She arched her back in approval and pulled him closer with her arms.

It wasn’t enough, not by a longshot.

“S-Sen…” he panted, shivering and twitching prematurely. “I’m gonna—”

“Inside me,” she whispered, begged. “Please…!”

It was that plea that gave him the push he needed. He slammed their hips together, burying himself as deep as he could, and spilled into her without a second thought. The rush from filling her up instead of a condom made him desperately sink his teeth into her shoulder. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, tightening her legs around his waist and pushing him further into the area. He filled her for what felt like hours— a perfect, euphoric moment frozen in time, filled with their mixing sweat and breath.

Sen’s lips found the shell of his ear. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing it— a gentle gesture, helping him relax in the blissful tension.

He kissed the bruise he’d made in return. “I love you too.” He did so again, harder. “So much…”

It didn’t end there, though.

After catching their breath, she pulled him into the bathroom. Their first bath with each other took three times as long as a bath without. Haise memorized the image of Sen’s body slick with water and soap.

When she reached for the kettle in the kitchen to prepare tea, he grabbed it for her with one hand, while the other found her breast and squeezed a gasp out of her. The kettle was never put on heat, let alone filled. A sweaty imprint of her torso found itself on her counter, though.

Again and again and again, it seemed neither of them could be satisfied, but when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, they collapsed onto Sen’s bed, finally spent.

Sen was the first to break the pattern of noises: “Holy fuck…”

Haise, who felt like he was going to faint any second, could only say, “Uh huh.”

She struggled to her feet, her skin glistening in with sweat under the few hints of light in the room. “Tea? For… whew… for real, this time.”

He agreed with that sentiment. “I… I’d like that…”

Still, the way her bare hips swayed as she left the room, a trail of what he knew was a mixture of their fluids slowly trickling down her leg, made him think she wanted more. He was too out of it to take her up on it, unfortunately, so he just followed her.

Now that he wasn’t fucking her senseless, Haise finally had the opportunity to actually look at her apartment. The first thing he noticed wasn’t the patio overlooking the ward, the small couch and television, or the shiny metal fridge and kitchen.

No, the first thing he saw were the books.

Tons of them, crammed into shelves that lined the walls, and when there wasn’t enough space on those, they were piled on or around them in differing piles. After a while, though, the shelves stopped, and there were just piles shoved out of the way.

“Wow…” he said, drifting toward the nearest shelf-pile. “You have so many!”

Sen looked over from the kitchen. He tried not to ogle her bare chest. “It’s my actual collection. You like it?”

It really was nothing compared to their office. “‘Like it’? I-I love it!” Despite that, he stopped himself before he touched anything. “Er, may I?”

She gestured freely, smiling. “What’s mine is yours. I just hope there’s something here that lovely little brain of yours hasn’t devoured yet.”

He flushed. “We’ll have to see.”

While she got the kettle out, he examined her shelf— one of them, at least— with more interest. It was an expansion of the ones from their office, no longer restrained by a single space, and like their office, the books were vaguely organized by themes. The morals of war, bullshit politics, complications in criminal investigation, the horror of existence itself…

“What did you think of the conference, by the way?” Sen asked, coming up next to him. “Your first one, right?”

“Yeah…” Haise, far too engrossed in her collection, had to pause and think. “I guess… it was a little dull.”

She laughed. “They usually are.” She found a book and haphazardly paged through it. “Especially if you’re the one doing most of the talking.”

“I’m sorry; I—”

“No unnecessary apologies, remember?” Sen put the book away in a completely different spot and kept searching.

Haise pushed back this time and looked at her. “I meant that I’m sorry for you. You shouldn’t have to go through that and get your time wasted, even if it’s important to spread word.”

She found another book and met his gaze. “Thank you, but… It wasn’t all bad.”

His brow raised. “You sure? You were being bombarded by questions, and you looked—”

“Tired, yes.” She dropped the book without even opening it, and it toppled over a nearby stack. “And irritated, and bored, and a bit disgusted, too. But you were there, so that counted for something.”

It brought a smile to his face. “Sen, I—”

She cut him off. “You called me amazing. Did you mean that?”

He looked away, as if they weren’t completely naked in front of each other and covered in red marks courtesy of the other. “Y-You already know the answer, so—”

“I want to hear you say it.” Her other hand cupped his cheek, making him face her. “Tell me, go on.”

He was immediately sucked into her gaze. “Yeah…”

“Yeah, what?”

His hand settled on her waist. “Yeah, I… I think you’re amazing.”

She stood on her tippy toes and kissed him. “Good. I’m glad. Not so bad, right?”

Still humiliating. “Right…”

She glanced at the shelf again. “Did you find something, by the way?”

He followed her eyes, then spotted something familiar. He took out the book and showed it to her with a smile: Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. “Maybe.”

Sen shook her head, smiling. “Wouldn’t you rather read something new?”

“I-It’s a good story!” he defended. “Besides, it’s a, um, nice reminder of everything… How far we’ve come since we first read it, for instance.”

He was no longer a protagonist of a novel, dancing on the strings designed by the authors of his fate. No, he was the author now, drawing his own path to the future. Him and Sen both; they would chart their own course, speak their own words.

“You’re so sentimental,” she said, right as the kettle let out a hissing noise.

Haise decided to put the book on the counter for later. Sen handed him his cup of tea after a while, and they raised their cups together in a small toast. The silence in the air— and the smell of sex too— was enjoyed for a few minutes. The two of them, every so often, stole a glance at the other.

“What?” an amused Sen asked when she caught him.

Haise tried to hide behind his cup. “N-Nothing…”

“Tell me!”

His face turned a dark red. “Just admiring you…”

She rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t faring much better. “Charmer.”

More silence, more time to think, reflect. So much had changed since the coffee shop. Kazuichi Public Park, the White Blades, Cochlea, the resort, and then…

“What do you think will happen to V?” Haise asked, the thought occurring. “Torso’s dead, but he wasn’t the source of the problem…”

Sen shrugged. “Who knows? We’re attacking a very tightly wound organization. They’ve worked their way into nearly every aspect of everyday life, and many people have lived and died under their control without even knowing. The first leak won’t change anything overnight, so we have to keep fighting.”

His brow furrowed. “You have more information?”

“Of course we do!” She took a smug sip of her tea. “You don’t release information as you obtain it, otherwise your adversaries figure out your strategy and kill you. Better to hoard things and trickle it through a funnel, then watch the foundations collapse.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t think about that. That’s smart.”

“It was Hide’s idea.” She waved him off. “Thank him when you see him.”

“You helped him, didn’t you? You and Chie; don’t count yourself out like that.”

“I guess so.”

“Sen.”

“Alright, alright!” She put up a hand in defense. “Thank you, Haise, for acknowledging my contribution.”

They both laugh at that, hearty and full and bare. It was nice, and Haise treasured the sound.

“We kinda did this backwards, didn’t we?” Sen said suddenly, circling the rim of her cup.

“‘Backwards’?” he repeated.

“Usually you spend some time together with someone before having sex at their apartment.” She shrugged. “That’s all.”

“Oh…” He chuckled. “I guess so.”

She tilted her head, amused. “Just a guess?”

“Well… Who decides what’s ‘forwards’ and ‘backwards’ with this kind of thing?” He took a sip of his tea. “We decide our own paths. We’re, ultimately, the authors of our own story, right?”

Though the interview at the shop had sort of fallen into his lap, Haise had chosen to draw in the first place. He had chosen to go to that coffee shop, chosen to accept that job, and chosen to go to that resort.

Perhaps there were obstacles in the way. His mother, his aunt, the complications of his career choice, Rize, and the Torso were some of them, but his choices had granted him weapons to defeat them. Sen, Hide, Touka, and everyone else that he had befriended over the years came to his aid. In choosing them, they had chosen him in return. And that was life, at the end of the day:

Choose and be chosen. Over and over until the end.

Sen’s smile was as soft as velvet. “How inspiring.”

———

The End

THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME TO THE END

#blank canvas #writing #etoken

[dcjokerhs]

OK, I have officially stayed up too long:

What if Grian was Wilbur's brother, older by three years, taken at 4-6 years old, by Cultists and put in Pearl's family, only to then experience the Hells of Yandere Highschool, fulfil the Cult's wishes via his capture from Evo, then end up being led to Hermitcraft via Mumbo, who then helps him reunite with Pearl?

Big neg for this idea? Designing the Cultists.

Positive for this AU? Kristin literally saw Pearl falling from Evo and went "NEW DAUGHTER!" and, when Pearl got Suspicious about it, gave her the task of Finding and Protecting her brother and helping Kristin find the Watchers, who are Hiding from Kristin because She's Heccin Death, and She Is FURIOUS with them.

Bittersweet Part of This AU? Phil and Techno stay away from Grian during MCC because they Remember, but they see he's Happy, and, like the way they abandoned Tommy and Wilbur after hearing Some Major Enemies were after them, they want him to believe whatever it is he's grown up thinking, because they'd rather that than admit Out Loud that They Failed, despite being Trillions of Years Old, because That Stuff Breaks You...

But, on the other hand, Phil's necklace-thing is a ruby and obsidian locket holding the babyhair of Grian, Wil and Tom, as well as the strand of hair Techno gave Phil as his first big "I Trust You, so I give you part of Me, grown from My Blood and My Soul, for you to Keep Always." It also has baby pictures and the Tommy's first daisy-chain that he'd tried crowning his Papa with.

(Techno may or may not also have four matching strands carefully woven into the underside of his hair, only visible when he's bearing his neck to the world with his hair in a bun.)

Other than that:

Jimmy is Pearl's little bro, he ends up being able to Sense Death (though, unfortunately it makes Canary Brain go "Mama!" and he GOES TOWARDS THE DANGER as Mumza's trying to get her tiniest adopted chick to STAY ALIVE! GDI!!)

Tommy nearly gets Eburean'd, Dream manages to do it in prison, he almost starts doing it once free from prison, but Tommy's still settling into his own abilities as a Phoenix, so Kristin goes "BABY BOY TO ELDEST BOY!" and yeets him to Grian, so Grian and Tommy have a "Who Are You?!" "Grian Minecraft?!" Moment.

(Dadza Be Madza. Dadza Be Sadza. Dream Be DEAD)

Tommy is reunited with the others via MCC, but Dream's there like "Come Home Tommy, you're Breaking Rules, Tommy!" tho Then Grian looms Over Dream as Scar distracts Tubbo and Tommy with Jellie, Grian going all Mr Dreamslayer, like "What Are You Doing Near my Smal Charge?"

Then Wilbur starts bawling over his baby brother and Techno's standing there, looking Mightly Uncomfy because all his weapons got taken from him at the door... And the Voices are screeching at him to "HUG THE CHICK!!" "TOMBIRB! TOMBIRB!" etc.

Things reach a head when either Grian gets Captured via the Rift and Pearl thinks her blood will work for the tracking spell, but No, It's Tommy's that works, or when Phil's locket gets stolen from around his neck, it ends up being opened and shown to Grian, only for Phil to step up behind whichever poor sod is holding it (idky, but I can see it being held by either Martyn or Zedaph) like "I Think You Have Something of Mine." and Confrontation Occurs.

BUT HEALING FLOOF!!!

So much healing floof1

Wilbur "accidentally" pushes Ranboo and Tubbo into Hermitcraft when "bidding Tommy goodbye" just as Xisuma's preparing to close the portal, then Scar sees Tubbo's burns and goes "THIS IS MY SON NOW!" as Ranboo's all stuttery and stumbly and Impulse and Keralis and Doc have to play rock/paper/scissors, though then Doc hears Tubbo Likes Nukes and Knows His Redstone and... oh. Oh dear. Tubbo now has 2 Chaotic Dads. Oh No, What A Tragedy (/s)

Ranboo likes helping Pearl, False and Cleo with their builds, and even follows Pearl when she's going to try selling her Cleaning Services with his notebook and quill, ready to take notes for her and help her calculate costs ahead of time. (He gets All The Mommas and Cub keeps trying to get him to eat more with the food he's stolen from Scar... Not that Ranboo knows about the thievery when Scar Finds Out.... before joining in on feeding Ranboo All The Foods Scar's Gone Dadmode Uh o UH oh....

Not even Mumbo's Return could save them from Grian's Big Bro Mode combo'd with Scar's Dad Mode...

Anyway!! Enjoy!!!

I am Going to SLEEP!! >w<

#I'm fine #I need to rotate my sleeping times anyway #i just thought I'd post this here first. #grian #scar #sbi #phil #technoblade #philza #tubbo #tommy #tommyinnit #dsmp x hc #hc x dsmp #srsly whoever thought leaving Doc and Tubbo to go Mad Scientist together was A FOOL #the watchers #pearlecentmoon #mumza #kristin #:3c #my fic ideas #link me i you get inspo from this plz!! i need more reading material!!

[justmochi]

5 Languages of Love

pairing :: eden x seokmin ft jeonghan

word count :: 1.6k

synopsis :: eunmin date with jeonghan

time :: may 2022

a/n :: floof inspired by this post and seokhan's date. ALSO THIS IS MY 2,700TH POST!!!

“Is it really okay for me to join you guys today?” Eden sat across from Jeonghan, eyeing her boyfriend who was currently buying ice cream for them.

“Of course. It was my idea for you to tag along. He’s been missing you a lot these days.”

She agreed, looking up to meet Seokmin’s gaze. He carefully held out the ice cream cone for her to pick up. “My lady.”

“Thank you.” She took it from him while smiling, taking a few napkins from him before looking at Jeonghan. “You didn’t want any?”

He waved his hand, going on his phone as Seokmin took a seat next to Eden. Their shoulders touched as they both snacked on the ice cream.

“I’m trying to watch what I eat lately, was this an ideal choice? Probably not.” Seokmin cracked a joke, completely unaware of the cream at the corner of his mouth.

“Shhh, you deserve some sweets after how hard you all are working.” Eden wiped the corner of his mouth with a spare napkin, rolling her eyes. He got flustered in front of Jeonghan, afraid he would tease them both.

“Eunhye takes such good care of you. What would you do without her?”

Her boyfriend turned to her, pursing his lips while she leaned against him to hide her grin. It wasn’t like either of them tried to hide how much they loved each other. She gently patted his cheek, the tiniest way to express her fondness.

“Should we take this to go? It’s kinda cold here.” Jeonghan tightened his shoulders, earning a nod from the couple. The parlor was quite cool due to the seasons transitioning, and because they had to keep their desserts cold.

“Yeah, sure.” Seokmin stood up from the booth, offering to take Eden’s ice cream cone so she could gather her things. She took him up on the offer, scooting out of the booth and putting her bag on her shoulder before taking her food back. They followed Jeonghan outside, making sure to stay on the path.

Eden breathed in the air. It was such a beautiful day and it wasn’t too hot. Seokmin quickly caught up to her, intertwining his fingers with hers and holding her hand tight. It was only natural for her to gravitate closer to his side, their arms brushing each other. She caught herself smiling when she saw their shadows from the sun hitting their backs.

The group took the paths leading to anywhere, exploring to see what they could find. When they stumbled upon an outdoor art exhibit where arches shaped into hearts with the 5 languages of love stood, the couple was in awe.

“Awe, how creative.” Eden crossed her arms at the small breeze pushing past her. “You guys should do it.”

“Us?” Jeonghan and Seokmin spoke in unison, pointing to themselves.

“Yeah! I can take the pictures. Carats will love it.”

The eldest agreed with her, but still felt like they should be the ones doing it instead. Jeonghan handed her his phone and dragged Seokmin under the arch.

She watched them pose, counting down before taking several pictures. They walked through the arches, taking many cute snaps. When they reached the sign ‘Step 4: Kiss sweetly,’ she snickered before motioning them to kiss.

Jeonghan frowned, shaking his head. “Eunhye, you should be under here with him.”

“What? No really, it’s fine!”

The couple was quite modest about their relationship. Taking pictures together out in public wasn’t something they did often.

“Go kiss your boyfriend!” Jeonghan approached her, taking his phone from her and ushering her forward. She obeyed, standing under the arch and looking up at Seokmin. He noticed how she checked her surroundings when standing next to him. She still had her walls up, afraid somebody might recognize them.

“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable.” He rubbed her arm with his free hard, still working on finishing his ice cream cone.

She shook her head, chuckling to herself. “I just worry our camera rolls might get hacked one day.”

“The chances of that happening are very low, but I understand.” He tried reassuring her, not wanting to pressure her into taking photos.

“I know, so let’s start now.” She grabbed his vest between her fingers, going on her tippy toes to kiss him softly. Jeonghan held back his nervous laugh while snapping pictures of them.

Seokmin smiled against her lips, holding her wrist with his hand. They had been dating for so long and they still gave each other butterflies.

Eden pulled away, flat on her feet again before caressing his cheek. She readjusted his glasses on his face, brushing some of his hair away from his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful. I missed you so much.” The redness traveled up her neck as he puckered his lips, asking for another kiss.

She pecked his cheek before leaving another on his lips. He felt his face getting warm knowing Jeonghan was watching them.

“Alright, moving on!” The man slipped past them, guiding them to the final arch that read out ‘Step 5. Kiss passionately.’ Seokmin’s eyes widened, gripping tighter to her hand in his palm. Eden pursed her lips, turning her head to see him dumbfounded.

“Babe, I think your ice cream is melting.” She warned him, covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing. He panicked, taking the napkins he grabbed and wrapping it around the cone and eating what was left of his ice cream.

“Please keep it PG-13, guys.” Jeonghan watched his step as he walked backwards, angling his camera and waiting for them.

Eden had different ideas about passionate kisses, knowing what was going through her mind wasn’t suitable for the public eye. She smirked, looking into his eyes and certain he was thinking the same thing.

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” He looked away from her, holding his mouth before snorting. She pulled him closer by the arm, laughing along with him. She tried shushing him until Jeonghan snapped his fingers, grabbing their attention.

Eden wrapped her arms around Seokmin’s neck, while his hand rested on her waist. She hugged him, leaning up to kiss him as the steps instructed, passionately. If it wasn’t for the cone in his hand, he would have picked her up and smothered her in kisses.

Pulling away, she gazed into his eyes and admired the grin that was always so welcoming to her. “I love you.”

Seokmin scattered kisses all over her face. Her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, even her nose. She squealed, trying to break free from his grasp. “Okay, Jeonghan! It’s your turn.”

She walked in his direction, holding her hand out for his phone. He was left clueless when approaching his member. Seokmin had a pout on his face, sulking that he couldn’t give her more kisses.

Jeonghan yelled as Seokmin grabbed him by the neck, trying to kiss him. Eden couldn’t hold the camera steady from how hard she was laughing. They distanced themselves as she dragged her feet to them, handing his phone back.

“They came out perfect.” She breathed out, putting her hands on her hips.

“Here, I’ll send you the ones of you and him.” He scrolled through his camera roll, selecting each one he had of Seokmin and Eden. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, getting the message with all the pictures. She leaned closer to her boyfriend, letting him see and swiping through the pictures.

She smiled while zooming in on them kissing, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Thank you, Jeonghan.” Seokmin leaned down to her height, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I think I found my new lockscreen.” She pressed her head against his, letting him watch her set the picture of them as her lockscreen.

“Send it to me, I wanna change mine too.” He took out his phone too, still practically leaning over her.

“Don’t you like the polaroid one of us?” She pointed at his current lockscreen.

“It's outdated, don’t you think? It’s been months and this one is perfect.”

She nodded, sending the pictures to him and watching him set it as his lockscreen too.

“Perfect.” He smiled, pecking her lips and holding her hand.

“Okay lovebirds, come on.” Jeonghan waved at the two. Eden was guilty all of a sudden, knowing he most likely felt like the third wheel now.

The three conversed, focusing on their group activities that were more interesting than what Eden had planned. As they mentioned touring again, a frown appeared on her face. Seokmin noticed almost immediately, knowing that it was difficult planning outings as is. Seeing each other would be immediately cut out of the equation.

He was about to pinch her cheeks before she stopped in her tracks, shushing the boys. “Look! A kitty!” She pointed in the direction, spotting the animal laying under a bench.

Eden kneeled to the ground, trying to discreetly walk towards the cat in order not to scare it. Luckily for them, it seemed friendly and didn’t waste time approaching them. The woman held out her hand and it brushed its head against her palm. She stroked its head carefully, clicking her tongue while showing it affection.

“Seok, come here.” She held out her other hand, Seokmin kneeling next to her and letting her take his wrist and holding out his arm. The cat took a liking to him immediately, licking the back of his hand. “It likes you.”

He laughed nervously. “Does it?”

“Yes, cats don’t just lick people,” She held out her hand, the cat now licking her knuckle and earning a chuckle from her. The animal's tongue felt weird on her skin. “You’re such a cute baby. I just wanna take you home.”

#i love them #like get married already #aesxocnet #aesocnet #aes!ocnet #mochiocnet #deluxeocnet #justmochi: eden #eden.love #eunmin #5th member of blackpink #blackpink 5th member #fake blackpink oc #fake blackpink member #fake kpop soloist #fake kpop idol #fake kpop addition #addition to kpop #idol!kpop #idol!oc #idol!addition #oc!soloist #oc!idol #oc!kpop #eden.writings

[justdimaprops]

Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️ Fancy a fun question chain to pass around f1blr?? Over to you, lovely!

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr):

Dima! although fun fact, the name Dima is as in the diminutive of Dmitri 🫣 When I made this account I didn't wanna use my real name, and I was figuring out my gender identity back then (but I knew I was leaning more towards the masculine side of things) and I just loved the name Dmitri so I chose Dima since it can be both feminine and masculine

Where are you from?

I don't really try to hide it but I'm not gonna outwardly say it :p I can speak Arabic tho, I'll give ya that

Where do you live?

[Insert Wherever I May Roam by Metallica]

Any pets?

YES! I have a little kitty cat, she's my love and delight, her name is an Arabic word for rainy clouds due to her color and floof (and it was raining the night I got her). We also have an African grey parrot but that's my mom's and he's a jerk, we have a love-hate relationship.

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Carletes <3 It started as simply his intelligence and driving style; he got a great balance of artistry/elegance and scrappiness, then it became because of him as a person. And of course Landito, he's such a talented driver and it's so fun watching him grow.

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Seb and Kimi. Is there much needed to be said about Seb? Dude's a legend, not mentioning all the activist work he does. Kimi was a fricking joy to watch! All that 'leave me alone I know what to do' attitude is a *chef's kiss* (then it's even more exciting when he loses it lol) and I can already see some of that in Carlos and I'm here for it.

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Carlando obvs, and I do like Maxiel as well.

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Hear me out, I'm frothing for a certain Spaniard but I can't deny that Kimi got one hell of a chock hold on me :") AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON LEWIS GOOD GOD (sorry Landito, lucky for you you got an Adonis of your own you don't need me)

Driver whose personality you like best

I always love me a smart dork (Carlos), and a black cat (Lando). And there's this type of guys that I have always attracted for some reason, I can't name it but I can distinguish it and it applies to (Esteban Ocon) bet you didn't see that one coming.

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Lando/Alex/George are pretty fun together, and so are Lando and Oscar. And of course Lewis/Seb

Favorite team principal

humm..I don't really get into the principals much, but if I gotta choose one then probably Toto. I've seen some of his interviews and he seems like an intelligent person and I really enjoy listening to him.

Favorite team

I don't wanna say Ferrari or McLaren since they obviously have my boys so other than those I would say Williams or Aston Martin

Least favorite team, if any

......Fer*gunshot* IM KIDDING I SWEAR

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

Listen, I don't HATE him, and it's more vibes than any other logical reason but George. He looks like a Ken doll and is so Posh! And I'm posh in real life, yet his poshness still bothers me! It's better when he's with other drivers, especially the trio, but when he's by himself it's just so concentrated and comes off...???

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

I will miss Maxiel and Strollonso but my man I can't live without my Carlando

#That was fun hehe #Thanks for sending this to me <333 #tag game #me stuff