#also i just finished it today and this show is an absolute blessing

[heart2beom]

colon and a parenthesis

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x f!reader

genre: fluff, light hearted angst/comfort, best friends to ...lovers? drabble (an attempt), best friends who live together!!

synopsis: getting played has got to be the worst feeling ever. for you, you go through that heartbreak every other month. and now you're wailing on your best friend's shoulder again, for the hundredth time, ruining his hoodie. again.

a/n: "he doesn't deserve you" i'm such a basic bitch because the way i squeal over this line...was watching this show that is totally devoid of any romance subplot but i was okay with it because its a good show!! then this cute guy playing the best friend role just says this and im folding. like im being serious, i would've asked what we were. anyways ahahahahahaha, enjoy this as i slave myself into finishing my other bf2l beomgyu fic.

"Why do you look like that?"

You blink, processing his words before turning around, cereal box in hand. "What? What do I look like?" You pat your free hand around your face in attempt to figure out what incited that reaction. If it's an unwanted pimple, you're going to go insane.

Beomgyu huffs out a laugh through his nose, still eating his cereal. "I don't know, it's like you didn't get sleep for the past three decades."

He doesn't catch the roll of your eyes since he's focused on his phone, eating his breakfast but you still make sure to do it anyway. You pour the lucky charms in the bowl, the mention of your tired state gets you fighting the large grin overtaking your face. Reason?

You haven't slept a wink last night, inevitably a bad choice since you have morning classes, but digressing, it had to be the most magical of all nights. You recently got Mingi's number, the cute boy in your Music Comp class, who you've been notably crushing on for weeks.

Beomgyu knows this, obviously since you practically tell him everything, but what he doesn't know is that you've done some progression with your pining.

Other than the fact that he's cute, you find out he's also quite funny and witty, all throughout yesterday's overnight chat. Mingi's absolutely perfect. Like a prince charming. You don't even care that you have to spend extra time covering up your under eyes, it's what comes with the package that is Song Mingi.

You set your cereal on the kitchen island, sitting on the stool next to Beomgyu. Checking your phone for umpteenth time today, reading through the texts from last night still makes you smile a little too hard at the realization that yesterday night was in fact real.

You catch Beomgyu turning his head to you, brows furrowed like he was thinking of what to say, still chewing his food. "So?"

You lay your phone face down, "So what?"

"What happened?"

You realize he's talking about your dark circles. "Nothing, nothing happened. Was just studying all night," your eyes look up from your bowl of cereal to Beomgyu's doubtful eyes. "You know, pointing these things out to a woman is very disrespectful."

He laughs, and turns away shaking his head. Beomgyu was equally as tired looking so it wasn't like he had the right to make a comment. His ginger hair had strands poking out everywhere, dark circles even more evident under his eyes. It made sense, he worked late night shifts, and when he didn't, he'd stay up all night anyway, playing video games.

Yesterday he didn't have work, so you were very graciously blessed with having to hear his usual shenanigans through the walls of your room. He had an issue with keeping his emotions on the low when it came to games, which proved to be a nightmare. But thankfully, you were able to filter out his yelling with every response from Mingi.

"I heard you."

You furrow your brows, glancing to Beomgyu. "Huh? Heard what?"

He gets up, done with his breakfast, heading to the sink. "You were giggling all night. It was really weird," he mentions and your eyes widen, slowly chewing your food. Were you really that loud? How embarrassing. "Even weirder now that I know you were studying."

You throw your head back, groaning—of course he didn't buy your lie. "Beomgyu," you drawl.

"No, no, if you wish to keep your life private, keep it private." He was faking his hurt, but you also know there's some truth to it. Sharing things with each other, with no filter, has always been a staple to your relationship. And it's not like you were the type to be private anyway, so it worked out in the end.

"We were texting all night," you start, the dreamy vision of his face clouds your mind as your eyes sparkle at the thought, "Me and Mingi."

Beomgyu halts, his back faced to you— you don't read too much into it before he finally turns around. "Mingi as in... Music Comp Mingi?"

You flutter your lashes, nodding, barely biting down your smile. "He's a total A-plus heartthrob." you swoon.

Beomgyu lays his forearm on the countertop, standing across of you, tilting his head and a scrunch of his face like he’s willing to debate on that. "Yeah, but didn't Yeonjun happen like, two months ago?"

Yeonjun. The upperclassman you dated for six entire months, probably your longest relationship ever. Which is a little sad, at least for a sophomore in college. The added duration of your relationship made the breakup sting a lot more, as well as the fact that you wholeheartedly believed you'd end up marrying him at some point in the future.

Your smile droops, gaze fallen to the sad looking soggy cereal. "Hey, no, I mean, Y/N I'm just worried, but if you're—if you're over him, Mingi is good for you!" You slowly look up at Beomgyu, and you manage a smile on one end of your lips.

"You think so? Mingi's pretty nice, right?"

He huffs out a laugh through his nose again, he's been doing it a lot more often. "You stayed up all night talking to him, you're in love with him."

You break into a smile, eyes back on your spoon. "Shut up."

He points an accusatory finger, "Your ears just got red, oh my god, you are in love with him!"

You roll your eyes, quickly adjusting your hair to cover your ears. He shakes his head in awe, "You're actually hopeless."

"I'm sorry that he's literally the reincarnation of a prince charming. I can't help it."

"You say that about everyone." That was half true. You never said it about Sunwoo. "Anyways, you guys made plans, right?"

You fall quiet, eyes widening before quickly breaking eye contact with Beomgyu, clearing your throat. A few beats of silence and before you know it, Beomgyu grabs your phone, and is typing in your passcode.

You jump off your seat, "Beomgyu! Don't text him! I swear to god—" You have always made a mental note to change your passcode, but your memory fails you each time. And now you're bearing the consequences.

It quickly turns into a game of cat and mouse the more you go after him—each time, he's directly across from you as he focuses on typing as quickly as he could. Even when you calculate to run the opposite direction, Beomgyu is faster, quickly having the kitchen's island in between you both again.

"Mingi, the love of my life, I proposition you with a date at Gorae's—" he announces aloud, reading off the screen.

You rush to his side in his moment of weakness, reaching to grab your phone but Beomgyu's quick to react, raising his arm high enough for you to struggle to get your phone. God darn his height.

"Give me my phone you ass!"

"—and I want to marry you and have nine babies with you in a cottage far away from the world, my love!"

If he sent that, you'd jump off the balcony of your flat. No doubt. So, you attack him with your most effective weapon.

"And—shit. Oh my god, oh my god Y/N—" He wheezes, he's calm drowsiness dissipating, and he's quick to retreat, hands shielding themselves from your evil fingers. But you don't stop, a mischievous smile breaching your lips, because god is it fun to be the one to tease for once.

You aim for his sides, unprotected and perfect for your fingers to start tickling. His giggles are boisterous as he weakly attempts to stop your hands, but you don't let, "Punishment for being a little bitch."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry— oh my god, have mercy!" he manages to muster between his fit of laughter.

His contagious laugh bubbles one up from you until you hear a ping, and you realize that he might've actually sent that in! In horror, you grab your phone from Beomgyu's loose hold, who was still attempting to calm his laugh down, wiping under his waterline.

You check your messages, and it's in fact one from Mingi. "Beomgyu! Did you actually send him something?" you yell anxiously, eyes wide.

You don't give him time to respond, deciding to rip the bandaid, clicking on your chat. Hesitantly you read the messages after the 'goodnight' you've sent yesterday.

Your brows crease flatten as you read the two messages Beomgyu sent.

"I had fun talking. Maybe we should hang sometime?" you look up from your phone, "Who says that?"

He shrugs, wiping his hand on his sweats, "Probably, I don't know, sane people. What'd he say?"

You smile, looking back at the text Mingi had sent in response. "I'd like that. He'd like that. With a smiley face."

A conflicting smile is on his face as he says, "He'd like that with a smiley face?"

You roll your eyes, it's a terrible attempt at a joke, "A smiley face. Colon and a closing parenthesis."

He lets out an oh of realization as if he truly did not know, nodding. "Good luck, thank me when the wedding happens." he comments, walking into the living room you think— you don't really care. Too far gone as you re-read three simple words. And a colon paired with a closing parenthesis.

You really wish it'd work out this time.

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You don't exactly remember when you started to consider Beomgyu to be one of, if not, your closest friend.

The time he had stayed on a call with you throughout the entire night, on a school night, falling asleep after the spell of drowsiness won against both of your wills to continue talking? It magically seemed like you could endlessly talk, about anything, everything and nothing at the same time, with Beomgyu.

The time your eyes miracally found each other, in heaps of awkward situations? Like when you both ended up being third wheels to your pining friends, or when a party seemed too much for comfort.

Or when Beomgyu confided to you that he spent days learning makeup through lengthy youtube tutorials to help you out with applying it for prom?

Maybe the time you celebrated your graduation by choosing to invite over Beomgyu's family? No, you think it's probably the time you realized the only person you thought of when meaning to ask someone to move in with you—possibly the biggest next life step— was none other than your goofy, sort of odd, friend.

Or maybe it's now.

When you open the door, a heavish Beomgyu with his chest rising and falling, like he just ran a marathon, iris darting quickly going over your state before crashing you straight into his embrace, a hand gently on the back of your head. "I'm here."

You were holding it before he showed up, really holding it. But the warmth of Beomgyu's body against yours is enough for you to break. Your shoulders shake as you silently sob onto Beomgyu's, and his hold on you loosens, the previous panic slowing as he pat your back soothingly.

You knew Beomgyu, he's always been hyper aware of feelings, his own and others. This time, he set aside his own to make it easier for you to let out yours—you always notice when he does this.

His breathing is unstable against your hair, still attempting to catch it. "Why are you here? Don't you have work?" your words come out as a muffle, especially with the way your head is buried against his hoodie.

"You called, idiot."

"I called to ask if you could get milk on your way." You were in the mood for hot chocolate, your comfort drink, but to your absolute dismay, there was no milk. And you strongly preferred your hot chocolate with milk.

Beomgyu only hums in acknowledgement as if to say, yes, you're correct. You did only ask him to get milk.

Your emotions are one of a rollercoaster, once again sobbing like a child, before you pull your head away slowly, sniffling as you look up at him, your hands still wrapped around his waist. "You called in sick?"

His silence makes you feel uneasy, he could just say yes. Or no. Your brows raise. "Did you just ...run out?" you yell, almost pulling away from him completely, but he has senses for things like this —quickly pulling your head into his chest again. You groan.

"Now's not the time to lecture me." he mumbles into your hair.

After a little thinking, you decide to not fight him, giving in to his embrace. You could talk to him about his rash decision skills later, now, you want to be a little more selfish.

You're not sure where it went wrong with Mingi, and you don't really want to think about it. Your lips tremble against the soft fabric, more tears spilling down your cheeks, snot running.

"Can I blow my nose?" you ask. Beomgyu's a tinge hesitant before he just sighs. "Be gross all you want."

It felt like eternity standing there, in front of your door, Beomgyu's hand wrapped around you, and yours around his. He doesn't ask questions, he only stays silent unless you said something first. Usually saying incoherent things about Mingi, how you thought it'd end well, how he was everything to you, your moon, the sun that shone brightly. All through the occasional hiccups and sniffles of your crying session.

"I swear, Mingi—"

Suddenly Beomgyu exhales, his hands falling from your back to pull your head away from his chest. You guess it isn't a pretty look, with your bloodshot eyes, and gross snot messy on your face. But he doesn't hesitate to rub a thumb over your cheek.

"You know he doesn't deserve a minute of your time, Y/N. He doesn't deserve you. Like at all."

You furrow your brows. You don't believe a word. "You've barely met him, how would you know that I don't deserve him? And he realized that, which is why—"

He cuts your self wallow of deprecation off with a violent shake of his head. "Stupid. I've met you. I know you. That's enough information for me to make judgement."

"That's..." tears well up in your waterline again before you bury your head in his hoodie again, "That's so cheesy Beomgyu. Thank you."

You can feel his smile, somehow, it's like you're both connected by a string. "I'm serious, you're the best person I know. Flaws? Everyone has them, you do too, but you're ...still somehow the best person I know. If Mingi can't see that— if, impossibly, no one else can see that, then they don't deserve you. You know that?"

You nod meekly, soaking up his words. Millions of things could be said in response, something that could tell him how much highly you think of him too, but the dry of your throat prevents you from so.

"Tell me a joke." you say instead.

He ponders a bit before landing on one. "Can I be the parenthesis to your colon?"

You look up at him, silent, before you weakly hit his chest, laughing. When Mingi asked you to be his girlfriend, he said those exact words, and you had came home, raving all about it to Beomgyu, even though deep down, you found it a little ...too cheesy for your taste.

Beomgyu held the same opinion, except he was vocal about it. Making fun of the line for an entire weeks worth.

"Too soon."

He scratches the back of his head, a sorry smile on his face, "Yeah?"

You don't know if this breakup would be worse than the one you had with Yeonjun—only time could tell. All you knew was that no matter what it'd feel like—hell, like you were walking on pins and needles, like drowning in hot soup; Beomgyu would be by your side. That alone is enough, something that reminded you that this feeling would go away eventually.

ending a/n: you're done!! this might have to be considered the longest proclaimed drabble ever lol (2.6k words this is not a drabble) but anyways, like always, thoughts are appreciated.

#txt x reader #beomgyu fic #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imgaines #beomgyu drabbles #beomgyu x reader #txt fic #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt fanfic #txt drabbles #txt series

[guava-enjoyer]

Inazuma School AU Headcanons!

Featuring: Itto and Ayato (separately)

Summary: What are Inazuman characters like in school...as your lover!

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: implied fem!reader, inconsistent captalization, probably ooc because I haven't played in so long 😭, bad music taste

A/N: HELP this is my first time actually writing (finishing) a fanfic!!! If you happen to be reading this for whatever reason, just know that I take requests! I write for genshin and bsd right now. no smut!!! only fluff!!!

Arataki Itto

where do i even start 😭

all the teachers HATE him because he never shuts up 💀

we all know that he is just naturally a menace (he's actually sweet i swear)

Itto is definitely playing a sport because he's so competitive. he's SUPER tall, so I'd say he's great at basketball. idk let your imagination run wild 😍

he'd blow a kiss to you every time he scores. its embarrassing, but you love him so it's okay.

i have two words: touchy-feely

he LOVES having an arm over your shoulder.

gives you questionable pet names

"hi my little sugar munchkin pookie bear 😘"

...ANYWAYS, he would definitely beetle fight you and gets salty after you obliterate him

"IMPOSSIBLE" *table flip*

okay enough silly i need to focus

he would listen to chill rock music. he'll give you an earbud and just chill with you, especially after his basketball practice or games

he would be failing all of his classes if it wasn't for you forcing him to study. he also needs decent grades to stay on the sports team so

"so, if you just subtract x here- are you even listening?????"

"huh?" *smack* "OW"

0/10 worst student

if you hang out with the Arataki Gang, even better! when you all eat lunch together, it can be chill

OR it can be pure chaos

"GIVE ME BACK MY POTATO CHIPS"

"NUH-UH"

y'all would definitely make fun of people. i can just imagine Itto ranting about how "Kujou KFC Sara" was being a bastard

"that stupid chicken thinks she's stronger than me!" (she is)

ok so far i've portrayed him as a menace but deep down he's a kind lil' muffin

he always makes sure you're not upset with his jokes, he would even offer you some of his lunch if you look sad!

he would go to energetic atmospheres for dates. to be honest, any atmosphere is energetic the moment he walks in.

ok but he would absolutely LOVE going to theme parks with you. he'd go on roller coasters with you and scream through the whole thing

if you don't like roller coasters, that's okay! he's still drag you around to do literally everything else in the theme park.

overall 7/10 chaotic but loveable

Kamisato Ayato

(i have no idea what song suits him 😭)

he's like the rich and talented kid

he shows up to school in this really fancy car with a chauffeur and shit

straight A student, gifted, yk the whole package

Let's assume that he is the President of student government or council or whatever because... its Ayato what do you expect

teachers absolutely ADORE him

he'd definitely tutor you if you needed it but don't expect him to be a ray of sunshine

he loves you, but that only makes him even more insufferable 🥰

but like actually, he'd be so sweet. he's the kind of guy to bask in the little things.

i bet his love language is quality time. just being around you makes him melt internally

expect quiet dates. studying, libraries, cafes, etc. he LOVES THEM

he probably isn't big on PDA but still loves holding your hand. when you're alone, he loves having an arm around you. he just finds so much comfort in you <33

He also shows his love through nonstop teasing. It's a blessing and a curse.

"oh, aren't you cute today~"

right after you tripped and spilled coffee (or whatever else) all over yourself 😐

at least he gets you out of trouble 🤷‍♀️

he would also buy you expensive stuff. he's rich, remember?

like randomly he'll just walk up to you with designer jewelry or something

"...how much did this cost?"

"don't worry about it 😇"

and don't even try turning it down. he will find a way.

aside from all that, he definitely eats lunch in the library with you and/or Thoma and Ayaka

he'll force you to try his terrible food combinations 😭

"c'mon, just one bite. please?"

"...are you trying to poison me?"

he's not much of a sport person. with his upbringing, he might play an instrument. pianist Ayato anyone?? 😍

you'd just find him in the music room playing Chopin (I think he'd love Nocturne in E flat, its SO ROMANTIC. go listen to it, trust me)

compliment his music skills, it'll put him in a good mood for the day.

I give him an 8.5/10. A gentlemanly smartass.

thanks for reading!! feedback is welcome!

have a good day :D

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #itto x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #arataki itto #itto #genshin ayato #fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin x fem!reader #idk what tags to put

[ipomoea-batatas]

I absolutely want to hear about the extremely cursed lighthouse 👀

YEAH BABEYYYYY CURSED LIGHTHOUSE HERE WE GOOO

Ok so this lighthouse is called Minot's Ledge Light. Here it is today.

You may notice that unlike most other lighthouses, it's in the MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN.

It's about a mile or so out from the shore, southeast of Boston Harbor (off the coast of what’s called the South Shore) and it's built into a rock ledge that's just under the water (Minot’s Ledge, after which it’s named. “Minot” was a merchant who lost a very valuable shipment there. Seems kinda fuckin rude to name the ledge after him but whatever).

This ledge, and other rocky ledges nearby, made the area SUPER dangerous before the lighthouse was built. FORTY ships were lost there in less than a decade in the 19th century.

Oh, and folks of an ~age~ might recognize this lighthouse from this famous photo from the blizzard of '78:

Just to give you an idea of what the weather conditions can be like in the area. (Is this foreshadowing? PROBABLY)

Anyway, building a lighthouse here was obviously high priority. There was a bit of an exposé on the negligence of the Lighthouse Establishment (the gov. dept that was in charge of lighthouses at the time), and the construction of Minot’s Ledge was part of a push to show that the department was taking things more seriously.

As the lighthouse needed to be built ON the ledge, some cutting-edge, never-before-seen lighthouse design was in order. (More foreshadowing?? MAYBE???)

Isn’t it cute??

(If you notice that it looks nothing like the modern-day lighthouse above...no you don’t. Don’t ruin the story for the rest of the class)

The problem is, Minot’s Ledge itself is only exposed for a few hours at low tide, which obviously presented some problems. No one died building it, but all the equipment was washed away once, and people ALMOST died when they were swept away by currents.

It took years to finish because of the tricky conditions. It was finally finished and lighted on New Year’s in 1850.

It was obvious right away that this design was...not it. The lighthouse would sway violently in rough conditions. (One of the keepers told Henry David Thoreau that bad winds would literally rock their plates off the table.)

The first keeper wrote to the government reporting unsafe conditions, but was ignored. He resigned in October of that year.

The new keeper and his two assistants also reported dangerous conditions. Storms kept weakening the braces, and the structure had to be repaired often. However, every time the authorities came out to inspect the lighthouse it was ALWAYS a calm day, and they were like “idk seems fine?” And continued to ignore safety concerns.

In April of 1851, a storm had kicked up. The keeper had gone to the mainland to restock, but he didn’t make it back before the storm started in earnest. The two assistant lighthouse keepers were left at the light.

This was a BAD storm—nearly a hurricane—that went on for a week. By the fifth day, it looked bleak enough that the assistant keepers released a message in a bottle with their last words.

On day six, the legs of the structure began to fail one at a time. When there were only three legs left, the keepers began to ring the alarm bell continuously for as long as the lighthouse still stood.

By morning, it was completely lost to the ocean.

The two lighthouse keepers’ bodies were later recovered—one had washed ashore nearby, and the other was found on a nearby island a few hundred feet from the mainland. The latter keeper HADN’T died of drowning—he survived and managed to swim to the island, thinking he’d made it to the mainland, only to die of exhaustion and exposure.

Their message in a bottle was found two days later on the North Shore of Boston Harbor. It read: “The beacon cannot last any longer. She is shaking a good three feet each way as I write. God bless you all.”

Here are the ghosty bits:

1) People still say you can hear the bell ringing during bad storms. Once the lighthouse was rebuilt (properly, out of stone this time, which took YEARS—they had to start over at least once when a ship crashed into the structure and took the whole thing out), apparently they had a hard time getting keepers to stay on. They reported hearing the fog bell ringing at odd times, and ghostly figures in the lantern room. Most didn’t make it a year.

2) The lighthouse was automated pretty much as soon as the technology was available, removing the need for lighthouse keepers to live there. But passing ships still reported seeing a man hanging off the side, calling out.

Most people reported that the figure couldn’t be understood, but one Portuguese sailor said that the man was yelling for help in Portuguese. Sure enough, one of the two assistant keepers who perished in the tragedy was Portuguese.

So that’s the story of the cute little “I Love You” lighthouse and the horrible shit that happened there. Sources: This article

This one too

And obviously, Wikipedia. What am I, the pope

#lighthouse #lighthouses #new england lore #maritime lore #new england ghosts #ghost stories #new england ghost stories #haunted lighthouse #cursed lighthouse #i love you light #the spookiest part of the story is the horrors of bureaucracy #ooOoooOOoooo

[dethkomic]

On Army of the Doomstar Day - And Remembering Jon Schnepp

Hey Goofballs. I didn't really have anything like this planned until the moment hit me, spontaneously. Today's a very special day, as Dethklok the live band gears up to go on tour, we've been blessed with not only a new Dethalbum, but a conclusion to the whole series. This being a momentous finale, over a decade in the making, I again wanted to take a minute to remember someone, just as I did last year..

Jon Schnepp was a guy you could pick out, even if it weren't for the fact that he was usually the tallest dude in any given crowd. He loved comics, music, good vegetarian food that didn't suck, and loved meeting his sweaty nerd fans. As a comic book artist myself, I had the rare privilege of meeting Jon on several occasions through the years at various comic conventions. We also kept in touch on social media, leaving likes and words of praise on each other's projects. Genuine to a fault, Jon was always the biggest fan of anything his friends were doing. He had impeccable comedic timing too. I'll never forget the message he sent me on Facebook when friends and I attended the first ever 70,000 Tons of Metal Cruise:

"I want to go... :("

For as big a Metalocalypse fan as I've been through the years, Jon absolutely eclipsed me in all ways. He loved the show, loved talking about the show, loved discussing production and animation and the characters, whose likenesses he himself designed. One of my prized possessions is a comic book Jon signed and drew a Murderface on the inside frontispiece of. We all agreed that triangle-hair was the pinnacle of good character art.

When he died in 2018, I remember he was either going to be at, or had recently attended a convention in my former hometown of Columbus, Ohio. I remember letting him know I wasn't going to be able to make it, but promising to catch him on the next one. I never got the chance.

Jon Schnepp left behind a hole in the cartoon and comic industry that has yet to be filled to this day. But he also leaves a hell of a legacy. I've been in comics since the early 2000's and one thing I can guarantee you readers is that the rarest thing in the entertainment industry is this: Getting the ability to see a story through to its conclusion.

As artists, it's a sad fact that we don't always get to see what we create come full-circle. We're extra-super lucky still, to have that circle continue on after we're gone. Regardless of what you believe, I bet it would do Jon proud to know his work lives on, today. I bet he'd love the movie and it's wild animation and incredible art and music and story. I bet he'd be happy to have that closure. I know he'd love hearing how much we all enjoyed it, knowing the wild ride we all took to get here.

Jon, we miss you, man. Brendon, Tommy, writers, artists, animators, and any and all sweaty nerds reading this -- you did it. We the fans love you and we'll see you on the road. Hold your heads high. You carried the torch across that finish line.

We'll take it from here.

#dethkomic speaks #metalocalypse #dethklok #mtl #army of the doomstar #metalocalypse movie #jon schnepp #in remembrance

[mustachrryluvr]

Reward

Word Count: 5.0k 

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, Daddy kink, slight degradation, praise 

a/n: this is my first one shot so.. plz let me know what you think! (also i like never post on here so if this is all formatted weird… i’m sorry! i’m learning!)

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“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you. Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features…

Or 

The one where Y/N is just absolutely horny for MSG Night 6 Harry…

— — — — — 

Harry had just finished the sixth night of his scheduled 15 night residency at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Y/N hadn’t tagged along to this show because, as much as she would prefer to be able to give her unwavering attention and time to him all the time, she had some work she needed to focus on finishing before the day ended. She had gotten behind on some things at work since she had been following Harry to all his shows, so she needed to take a day to force herself to get things done that she had been putting off. Being able to do her job remotely was a blessing and a curse.

Y/N loved being able to work while simultaneously being able to travel the world with Harry, but she definitely got caught up in all the fun and wouldn’t care much about her responsibilities. 

Harry had noticed that Y/N hadn’t been putting too much effort into getting her projects done for work, so he told her if she stayed home from the concert tonight to work (since there would be plenty more to attend), then he would reward her with a surprise after. NYC was one of Y/N’s favorite cities in the world. She had gotten to see a lot of places while traveling with Harry, but there had always been something about NYC that made her feel most herself.

The first time they ever visited the city together, Harry couldn’t get over the amount of happiness that radiated off of Y/N. He had never seen her more at peace, it was such a pure form of happiness, watching her walk around the city with a soft smile and big eyes. 

So, knowing she would be a good girl and spend her day finishing up her work, Harry had already planned out the reward he was going to surprise Y/N with. One of the first things they had done together in the city was visit the One World Observatory deck. Y/N had visited New York once before and that was her most favorite place she had visited, so she was absolutely appalled when she learned Harry had never been in it. 

“You’re kidding…right?”

“Why would I have a reason to lie to you about that?” Harry laughed. Simply gauging by the face Y/N was making, you would’ve thought Harry had just told her that he killed puppies in his spare time, not that he hadn’t been up on the One World Observatory deck. 

“Harry. I promise. You have NOT experienced New York until you see it from there.”

“I’ve been up in the Empire State Building, it can’t be that much different of an experience, Y/N.” 

“God, you have no idea! We are going. Today. No arguments about it,” she said with a stern look on her face, pointing at him (in all reality, she just looked like an angry kitten to Harry. Still adorable). 

She had been right. He hadn’t experienced New York in that light until they made it to the highest point of the tower and looked out onto the city below. The view was beautiful, but being able to experience it with Y/N made all the difference for him. 

The surprise he had planned for her was to go back to the observatory. They hadn’t gone back since that first trip, but he knew Y/N missed the feeling she got when she was above the city, and he missed the feeling he got when he saw her so happy. It was a special kind of happiness, and he dreamt of seeing her live that blissfully all the time. 

Since Harry just finished up with a show and it was getting late in the night, he planned to take Y/N for her surprise tomorrow morning. He didn’t have a show for the next few days, so he figured they could take some time retracing the first steps they had ever taken in New York together without any strict tour schedule to follow. 

However, when he returned to the hotel room, he quickly learned that Y/N expected her reward right then and there. 

“Y/N? Lovie?” 

As Harry made his way through the threshold of their hotel suite, he had expected to see Y/N curled up on the couch watching TV as she usually is at this time of night. Even if she was still working on her project, he still assumed she would be doing so in the living area as she had been when he left. 

With a confused look on his face, he made his way to their bedroom. Since she wasn’t in the living room, he thought, maybe she tired herself out and will be snuggled up in bed. The thought made him smile softly. The simple idea of coming home to her in a warm bed relaxed his whole being. He couldn’t wait to get in there and cuddle his girl to sleep. 

When he opened the door, he was confused again. This time his eyes shot up in surprise to find Y/N in the state she was… On the floor, naked, on her knees, hands in her lap, with a soft adoring look on her face. 

Softly, he sat his bag down on the floor, closed the door behind him, and walked over to where Y/N was, joining her on the floor in front of her. 

“What are you doing on the floor, bug?” Harry quietly asked, not wanting to startle her by being too loud. He brought his hand up and ever so gently touch her cheek which she immediately leaned into. 

“Just waiting for you, H,” she responded just as quietly as him, still looking up at him with what he could tell was all the love in her heart. Now that he was this close to her, he could tell her eyes looked a little far away. Y/N wasn’t fully in subspace, but she definitely wasn’t in her normal headspace.  

“Well,” he sighed, “I’m here now. Why don’t we get you off the floor now that I’m here? Then we can get all cozy in bed, how does that sound, love?” he said, still gently cradling her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek, trying to slowly bring her out of the floaty headspace she was in. 

Y/N wasn’t usually one to enter any form of subspace without being provoked by him, so he just wanted to make sure she was safe since she had gotten this way without him there. 

As he finished his sentence, Y/N’s face dropped into a pout. 

“No, bunny! I’ve been a good girl like you told me to be and got all my work done,” she said quickly, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You said if I was good, I would get a reward, right?” She tightly and hurriedly grabbed onto the arm that he had brought up to her cheek, almost as if she was afraid he would break away from her and leave. 

She started to get up from her place on the floor in front of him, “I promise you I got everything done, I was such a good girl for you. Let me get my computer and I’ll sho-” 

“Lovie, lovie,” Harry said, cutting her off and grabbing her cheeks with both his hands to keep her still. “I trust you, I swear I do. I know you were a good girl.” 

“You do?” she asked with genuine concern. 

“Of course I do,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re always such a good girl for me, that's why I already had your reward all planned out before I even brought the idea up to you,” he said gently, hoping to calm her brain back down and keep it from going into panic mode. 

“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you,” she contently sighed. “Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features, a great contrast to the worry she was showing on her face just mere moments ago. 

Harry wasn’t stupid. He could tell that the type of reward she had been expecting wasn’t as innocent as the one he actually had planned. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her being unaware of what the real reward was and give her the reward she thinks he was about to give her. So he chose to be honest with her, and allow her to make the decisions about how the rest of their night would play out. 

“Can I be honest with you, bug?” 

“Always,” she responded, with a curious look in her eye. 

He loved how no matter what headspace she was in, she always gave him her most undivided attention. 

“The reward I have planned for you is actually something that we have to do tomorrow. It’s a surprise, but I planned for us to go somewhere. It isn’t something we can do tonight, though,” he tried to keep his explanation as simple as possible in hopes of not giving too much away about what they could possibly be doing tomorrow. 

Her whole being deflated following his words. 

“So, I can’t make you feel good tonight? Since that wasn’t what you planned?” 

“That isn’t something I had planned, but if that’s something you still want to do tonight, then we can,” he stated, trying to make it clear to her that she was in complete control of the situation. He removed his hands from her cheeks and sat them in her lap with hers. Her hands immediately moving to play with his fingers. 

She looked down at their conjoined hands as she spoke, “I think I would like that.” 

He moved one hand in order to gently grasp her face and tilt it up so he could see her eyes. “You think, or you know? I need you to be sure, Y/N. Whatever you want to do, we will.” 

She firmly nodded her head and smiled, “I know that I would like that. I’ve missed you today.”

He smiled back at her, “I’ve missed you too.” He paused. “Would it be okay if I made you feel good tonight, too, love?” He wanted her full consent before they moved forward, considering she had only expressed how she wanted to make him feel good. 

Y/N was very much a giver when it came to their sex life. She worshiped every inch of his body with absolutely no shame, she loved every piece of him so completely. Sometimes there were days when she wouldn’t want to be touched, but she would beg and beg to be able to touch him in any way. As long as Harry was satisfied, so was she. So, Harry just wanted to see what exactly she was feeling today. 

“That would definitely be okay, bun,” she responded confidently, but with a contrasting shy smile appearing on her face after the words had slipped out. 

He leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip which made her giggle, and in turn, made him laugh and smile even harder. 

“Well, why don’t I get you off this uncomfortable floor since we have a perfectly good bed to take advantage of, hmm?” he said, already moving to stand and hooking his arms under hers to pick her up with him. 

He stood with his arms wrapped around her, and then carefully placed her on the edge of their bed. He stayed standing in front of her, hands placed on the bed next to her thighs as he looked at her with an excited look in his eyes. She peered back into him with equal excitement and curiosity for what was to come. 

He chucked, dropped his head forward, and shook it before gazing back at her face. “What got you all worked up tonight, my love? All floaty without me even being here?” He was genuinely curious about what had brought this on for her, he couldn’t imagine it was just completely random. 

A blush rushed up through Y/N’s cheeks as she moved her stare from his intense eyes down to her less interesting hands that were laid in her lap. “I just…I saw some photos and videos of the show tonight…” She shyly glanced back up at him. With a small nod of encouragement to continue talking to him, Y/N continued, “Your outfit looked really pretty. Made you look extra extra pretty tonight.” She had focused her eyes on his t-shirt covered chest that was before her, thinking back to how it looked with only that denim vest to give his body any form of coverage. 

Harry stood up from his leaned position over her, letting his hand rest on his hips. “You thought I looked pretty tonight, love?” he asked, testing to see if she would remember to use her words. He was slowly but surely allowing himself to enter his dominant headspace. Y/N didn’t seem to be in any rush, so he wanted to take his time and work his way up to complete dominance so he wouldn’t make her feel small or inferior. After all, no matter how dominant he portrayed himself to be, Y/N knew that she was the one with complete control of any situation they found themselves in. 

To his surprise, she accompanied her excited nod and spoke up, “Always, H. You always are pretty…but that outfit tonight just enhanced you in a way I’d never seen before.” 

With a smirk on his face and his eyebrows slightly raised, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his girl didn’t hesitate to use her words and told him what she was thinking. It had taken some time to get there, Y/N used to be very shy when it came to their intimate moments (and sometimes still is), but they had worked really hard to try and overcome that in order to have complete openness and to feel safe with one another. 

“Thank you for using your words to tell me that, angel. I’m proud of you,” he praised, wanting her to know that her speaking up didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Now, can you tell me what it was about the outfit that made me so pretty?” 

Y/A paused before answering, taking a look up and down Harry’s body. “Can I show you instead?” she asked, reaching her hounds out to lightly grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. 

Taking her hint, Harry removed his shirt and threw it on the floor next to him before responding, “You can do whatever you would like to do, love.” 

Since he was still standing tall in front of her as she sat on the bed, Y/N’s face was even with the butterfly tattoo that adorned his torso above his belly button. Leaning forward she placed a soft, gentle kiss on his skin, watching as the goosebumps scattered across his skin. Keeping her face near his body, she tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “That vest put all the attention right…here,” she said as she traced one of her fingers from his collar bone down to where she had placed a kiss right above his belly button. “It just all reminded me how much I adore you, just want to make you happy,” she said in a sultry tone looking back up into his eyes before she lowered her head to place a kiss below his belly button. 

Harry’s mouth parted at her words and her actions, slowing his breathing as his heart rate picked up. He brings a hand up to the back of Y/N’s head and keeps her close to the skin of his torso. 

“You always make me happy.” 

“Maybe so, but let me make you happier… let me make you feel good, Daddy,” she said with a slight smirk and a look in her eye, telling him that she was fully immersed in the situation and was ready to pick up the pace. 

Harry closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath before looking back at her, “And how would you like to do that, baby, hmm? Got anything specific ideas floating around in this head of yours?” he asked as he bent down to place a kiss on the top of her forehead and placed his hand cradled under her jaw. 

Instead of responding right away, Y/N reached her hands up to the waistband of Harry’s sweatpants in a silent plea to take them off. He nodded, “Go ahead, love, do whatever you would like to me.” 

With that, she swiftly removed Harry’s sweats and underwear and discarded them with his shirt. 

Harry grabbed his shaft and gave himself a few pumps to ensure he was rock solid. 

“Where would you like me, love? I know you’re dying for a taste,” he said, looking down at her. Her gaze was locked on his cock, it was taking everything in her to keep herself from pouncing on him. With a brief glance at his face, she asked, “Would you be okay lying on the bed? Keep us both comfy, spent too much time on the floor already.” She giggled as she finished speaking, just now noticing that her knees were actually really red from the time she had spent on the floor waiting for Harry. “Of course that's okay,” Harry said, moving to climb onto the bed. 

Harry sat up with the headboard as Y/N crawled her way to sit in between his legs. Without even thinking, she bent over to press a soft kiss to the shaft of Harry’s cock. 

“Eh eh eh, did you ask if you could touch?” Harry asked, with an eyebrow raised as he pulled Y/N back from his body. 

She pouted and shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I-I just got excited.” She paused, “Can I please touch you now, Daddy?” 

“That’s my precious, good girl,” he responded, “It’s okay to be excited, go ahead.” He leaned back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard behind him and waited to see what she had in store for him today. Some days Y/N is soft and slow with him, but other days she goes right in for it. So, Harry was always excited to see what path she chose as he was going to be very happy with either option. 

As Y/N gently wrapped her hand around him, he thought she was taking the soft and slow route and relaxed his body into the bed and closed his eyes, waiting to enjoy his time with his girl softly sucking on him. But when Y/N licked a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock, roughly spitting on the tip, and then taking him in her wet mouth, he knew soft and slow was out of the equation. 

The sudden feeling cause Harry to let out a guttural moan, “F-fuuuuck, Y/N.” He panted, screwing his eyes shut as she hummed around him, adding to the pleasure coursing through him. 

He opened his eyes the little he could and about came the second he saw Y/N’s face. She had her eyes closed, bobbing her head up and down his cock, continuously swirling her tongue around the tip. She was absolutely devouring him. Hungry for him as if this would be her last meal ever. 

Focusing on his breathing in order to keep himself from coming too quickly, Harry moved one of his hands to pull Y/N’s hair from her face so he could have a better view of how good his girl was being to him. 

“So so good for me, angel. Al-always so good,” he panted out. “Gonna come so hard down that tiny little throat of yours.” Y/N moaned around him at his words. “Hmmmmm,” he hummed out. “You like that, huh? You’re just a little cockslut for Daddy, fuck.. that’s all you ar- shit sh-shit SHIT!” he stammered out as Y/N reached up to play with his balls. 

She lifted her head up from his cock, making eye contact with him while spit stringed from her mouth. She was panting, catching her breath as she continued to play with his balls in her hand. Harry looked back at her with his jaw slacked and eyes heavy. She giggled at the state he was in as she moved her hand back from his balls to his shaft, as her other hand softly stoked up his leg trying to ground him a little. “Tastes so good, Daddy. I love you like this so much,” she hummed. 

“I love how easily you get me like this love,” he responded while throwing his head back as she continued to stroke up and down his cock with her hand. 

Once she felt like she had caught her breath enough, she ducked down and brought her lips to suction around his balls. 

“FUUUCK!” Harry screams out in a moan. She popped her mouth off of him, noticing that he was on the edge of an orgasm and desperately wanted to make sure he did so in her mouth.

“Please Daddy, give me all of it. I want your come dripping down my throat so bad,” she whined before she replaced her hand that was gliding up and down his cock with her mouth. She pushed her head as far down as she could, feeling her nose brush against the sparse hairs at the base of his cock. 

“Just like that,” Harry rushed out, lightly adding some pressure to the back of her head to feel her throat contract around him just a bit more. “God, Y/N. You’re so good for Daddy…sh-shit fuck I’m coming bab-Fuck!” he yelled and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm rush over him. 

Y/N hummed in satisfaction around his cock as she felt his come shoot in ribbons down her throat. Greedily, she kept sucking, trying to milk every last drop out of Harry. 

“Babe, baby, fuck,” Harry lazily spoke, trying to get Y/N’s attention as he was becoming too sensitive for her to keep sucking on him. As he lifted her head off of him, she whined in protest and pouted towards him. “Too much, baby. I love the way you love on me, but just a bit sensitive right now,” Harry said as he tried to catch his breath, feeling a wave of calmness crash over his whole body. 

As much as Y/N wished to keep sucking on Harry, she never wanted to hurt him. She would keep his cock safe in her mouth all day if he would let her. 

As Harry continued to catch his breath, Y/N leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to his parted lips. Still panting, Harry suddenly slid down to be lying completely flat on the bed and grasped Y/N’s hips to bring her center directly above his head. 

A squeal and a giggle emerged from her by the sudden movements, but quickly settled in her place above him gripping on to the headboard in front of her. 

Harry let out a deep groan at the sight of her center in front of him. “This fucking pussy is all mine, right?” he asked, using one hand to hold onto her hip and the other to give a harsh slap to her ass. She jerked forward at the feeling, mumbling a “shit” below he breath. 

“Yes, Daddy. All yours. Always yours.” 

She looked down at him below her and saw the fire burning in his eyes before he responded, “Forever my pussy to use.” 

And with that, he immediately began devouring her. 

Y/N was so wet from getting herself so worked up while waiting for and sucking off Harry, so he was already drowning and moaning at the feeling. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Soaking me already, so goood to me,” he said, his voice slurred as if he was drunk on her. He softly nipped at her outer labia and gave her ass another hit, eliciting a scream to erupt from her. 

“O-oh God, Daddy, please please keep going.” 

Y/N was holding on to the headboard with so much strength that her nails were digging divots into the wood. Harry never was one to hold back when it came to eating her out, and today was definitely no different. If anything, he was going at her like a man starved for 30 years. 

She began rocking her hips against his face as he continued swirling his tongue around her clit. He would dip down and place his tonuge at her entrance which would cause his nose to poke against her clit, creating a wave of immense pleasure continuously flow through her. 

“Yeah… tha-thats so so good…good Dadd-OH,” she breathlessly spoke until she was cut off by his fingers slipping up to enter her. His two fingers penetrated into her roughly, not giving her anytime to adjust. She was so turned on though, that she could barely feel a stretch, just a wave of more pleasure. 

Harry could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer by the way she was completely soaking his face, so he wasn’t shocked that after just a few hits of his fingers against her g-spot she was coming undone on top of him. 

Y/N’s orgasm washed over her so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to get a scream out. Her mouth was open in a silent scream with her eyes closed, as her body convulsed above Harry’s mouth that was delicately working her through her intense orgasm. 

She finally was able to take a deep breath, and basically collapsed off Harry’s face onto the bed beside him. With her body still shaking and her eyes still closed, Harry quickly moved her into a comfortable position onto the bed and cradled her to his chest, rubbing his hands against any skin he could touch in order to ground her a bit. 

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe for me, okay? You did so good for me,” he continued to whisper reassurances in her ear, hoping that would start to clear her mind some of the fogginess that was left from her orgasm. As her breathing began to settle, she snuggled herself closer to Harry’s chest. “There ya go, lovie. Just relax.” 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally looked up at Harry with sleepy eyes and a small smile. He smiled back and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Hi again, bug. How are you feeling?” he asked her, still continuing to rub his hands up and down her body. 

“Hi, H. Tired,” was all she was able to mumble out before closing her eyes again. 

Harry smiled and chuckled, knowing she would be completely useless for the rest of the night as that orgasm took everything out of her. 

He glanced at the clock, seeing as it was nearing 2am since he hadn’t even gotten back to the hotel before midnight. Looks like he wasn’t getting his 10 hours of sleep tonight. Y/N always called him an old man for going to bed early to ensure he gets a good nights rest, but she also admires how much he tries to care for himself and his body while touring. 

With that, Harry got up to retrieve a wash cloth to clean Y/N up before getting back into bed to cuddle her to sleep. 

Before he could doze off, Harry heard his phone go off from his bag that he had dropped by the bedroom door when he arrived. He wasn’t sure who would be messaging him this last at night, but decided to check just in case it was an emergency. 

Once he grabbed his phone from his back and sat back on the bed to see what the message was, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he read it. 

Harry Lambert: Sorry. I know its late, but I’m working on some new ideas for the added shows… any ideas you want me to incorporate? Xx 

And Harry had the perfect response… 

Harry Styles: Definitely more vests. Thanks Lamb xx H

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“Harry, take this fucking blindfold off of me or I will casterate you.” 

“That is an empty threat and you know it,” Harry responded before he whispered for only her to hear, “You’re too much of a cockslut.” 

To which Y/N promptly hit Harry’s chest in response while saying through her teeth, “Shut up.” 

“Okay, okay, you can take off the blindfold now.” 

Y/N ripped off her blindfold ready to scold Harry for making her wear it, but before she could, she saw the view infront of her. 

Absolutely shocked by the sight of New York, without looking at Harry she said, “Wh-why are we here?” 

“Told you I had a reward planned for you, bug.” 

She moved to look at Harry, with a shine in her eyes as if she was about to cry. “You make me so happy, bunny.” She smiled at him as he pulled her infornt of him and looked out onto the city together. 

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AHHHHHH omg this was the first blurb/smut/one shot (whatever you want to call it) i’ve EVER written but I had so much fun doing it. 

I saw Harry’s outfit at the MSG N6 show and just…. couldn’t help myself.  

Anyway! Enjoy! 

also that photo of NYC is mine from when i went to the One World Trade Observatory deck 🤭🤭

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The Price Of Beauty ✧ Hizashi Yamada

Pairing: Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x reader Genre: fluff Summary: Hizashi's been having headache that have a very obvious cause. It takes a lot of effort and sacrifice to keep his hair in such unnatural shape, y'know? Word count: 5.1k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning...

     The bell rang, declaring the lesson finished. It was late in the afternoon already so all the students hurried out of classroom without asking you any question. You were teaching assistant for English lessons at U.A., the hero academy, which was pretty ironic as you were born quirkless. But it was a job you really enjoyed and it still left you with enough time to study for your own lesson on police academy. What you didn’t inherit in terms of quirk was compensated for by your high intelligence and natural talent to simply soak up information. You never had a hard time studying, not even now during your last college year although yes, there were subjects you spent more time on than you wanted but hey, that was life. You felt truly blessed to be clever enough to get the opportunity with the U.A., the students were mostly fine kids and the lessons were fun. However today left you exhausted even if nothing much happened as you didn’t get nearly enough sleep, binge watching the new series of your favourite show until 4 a.m. The good thing was that it was Friday so you could catch up with your sleeping tonight.

  You yawned and let your head fall down on your hands lying on the desk you were sitting at. You closed your tired eyes for a while, enjoying last warm rays of sun falling on your back through the window. You must have dozed off for a second since you did not notice the steps approaching you or that a person stood above you until they softly petted your head with a chuckle. Your head snapped up, eyes widened in surprise. “Hey, [y/n], was I that boring?” Asked the person (who still didn’t remove his hand from your head), grin on his lips. Your features relaxed and your shoulder dropped slightly. Now that you knew who it was, you had to restrain yourself from leaning into his touch. “Sorry, I’m just really tired, Yamada-san,” you gave him a weak smile, your eyes casted down so you wouldn’t have to look on his pretty face. As if it mattered, your cheeks were probably pink anyway.

  The only reason why you hadn’t fallen asleep during the lecture was him – your long time crush Yamada Hizashi, or as the public knew him, the pro-hero Present Mic. You were interested in him since he debuted as a hero. You admired how skilled he was in using his power, always paying attention not to hurt civilians or break windows with his loud voice. And he also had his own radio show and taught at the high school. It was truly admirable that he managed to do so many things. Then there were, of course, his astounding looks. His mane of golden hair that he obviously took good care of, well-trimmed mustache and piercing lime eyes with facial features worthy of God himself with his beautiful cheek bones and jawline to die for. You absolutely loved just watching the man as he elegantly moved and explained the grammar or really simply existed. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He always radiated so much energy, watching him was hypnotizing.  

  “I already told you like hundred times to call me Hizashi,” he sighed, pulling you out of your thoughts. The pout was evident in his voice. You were not going to deny yourself looking at his cute expression. Whatever face he was making he always looked so perfect and charming, was this man actually a human? “No one calls you that in school, I’d feel weird if I did,” you explained, scratching your nape awkwardly. You kept your mouth shut about the fact that you were afraid that the word would come out as a purr. “Ah, so that’s how it is,” he nodded but you saw the devilish smirk already forming on his face and crossed your hands across your chest. “Then I suggest, that you, [y/n] [l/n], join me on Sunday to help me grade the essays at my place,” he finger-gunned you but quickly laughed it off. It almost looked like he was nervous. Why make him even feel even worse by telling him to pet you again because you missed his touch. “That’s if you don’t have anything else to do for school or whatever,” he added quickly and more quietly than before. All the deadlines that were slowly drawing closer were forgotten the instant you saw your chance to meet him outside the school. How could you refuse his offer when he was obviously so flustered about it – not to mention that you wouldn’t miss out on it for the world? Your heart jumped around in your chest. “I’d love to help you!” You smiled brightly at him, your [e/c] sparkling with happiness that didn’t go unnoticed, sending his pulse into overdrive. He snickered and spinned around with a yelp of excitement. Yes, he was loud, very loud, but you didn’t mind one bit.

  After agreeing on details, you left the classroom together and chatted for a little while before going your separate ways – him into teacher’s lounge and you home, finally. You smiled the dorkiest smile the whole way to your little apartment, whistling a happy melody. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a date, yet your heart was beating so fast you wondered if you’re not going to collapse. Maybe you’ll finally get a chance to talk to him properly, not just simple small talk you managed to have in between classes or strictly work-related discussions. You were hoping that it would also give you a chance to show him your interest in him, although you doubted you’d actually make a move or something.

  It was something that was always on your mind and bothered you – that he was affectionate towards you (and others too but you noticed that not quite as much) whereas you kept to yourself and never returned it. If it was his way of showing interest, he must be thinking that you’re not into him. Oh boy, how wrong he would be. For now though there was no reason to worry about that. Instead you tried to imagine what his home will look like – will it be an apartment or house? You guessed a flat since it was more practical and easier to maintain. And there’s bound to have plenty of speakers and posters and CDs all around the place! You daydreamed for the rest of the day, not getting slightest bit of work done. Even as you were falling asleep, cuddling to your blanket, Hizashi’s image stayed on your mind.

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Nearly half of the next day you spent in bed. Of course you re-watched all your favourite episodes of any series you could thought of during the night and had to catch up on sleep now. After that you pretty much just worked on some essays you were supposed to finish until the end of next week while doodling little hearts and lovey-dovey stick figures into the notebook next to your keyboard. You had hard time concentrating on the task at hand, already impatient to see Hizashi. It was so sweet to wake up to his text, it only stated the address of his apartment and that he was looking forward to your meeting but still… that he sent it today meant he also thought about you, right? You bit your lip, smiling as you drew yet another little heart, feeling like a love-sick schoolgirl.

  Tomorrow came soon but not soon enough. You barely slept the whole night due to excitement. Miraculously though you were overflowing with energy, feeling like you could run the whole marathon without breaking a sweat. This was the power Hizashi had over you. You agreed on meeting him at noon after you had lunch which was still about three hours away but you were already running around your flat too nervous to eat so you figured why not start getting ready.

  You styled your [h/l] hair the way you liked the most and that made you feel confident. Then you had a little mental breakdown over what clothes you were supposed to wear. It took you way longer than it should and it was almost time to go. In the end you settled for comfy skinny jeans that made your ass look nice (but that was definitely not the reason you chose them) and casual shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Yup, looked good enough. You packed all the things you needed along with your keys and phone, reading the address one more time. You picked up a banana, at least a little snack, and headed out, almost running as you couldn’t hold in your excitement.   

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   You for sure were no runner yet today your body pushed beyond its limits and carried you to the address in record time. You let yourself into the building as someone was just leaving at your arrival so you simply gently knocked on the door labelled Yamada Hizashi and waited.

   Soon you heard soft steps and the door was opened, revealing a surprised Hizashi. You giggled at his shocked expression before taking in his appearance. He looked completely different, so much so that you’d doubt it’s the right guy if it wasn’t for the lime eyes and his mustache. He had more conservative pair of glasses on his eyes with simple black frames and was dressed more casually too, sporting black jeans with holes on the knees and t-shirt with a name of some band on it and grey cardigan. His directional speakers were nowhere to be found, leaving his neck bare, safe for the beaded necklace. The neckline of his shirt allowed you a glance at his exposed collar bones and you swallowed thickly. But the most prominent change was his hair. He had them tied back into a messy bun but it was still flowing in golden streams down his shoulders. He looked even more mesmerizing than in his hero outfit. You checked the name plate again. He laughed softly and scratched the back of his head, nervous under your look. “Expected better?” he joked but you heard the uncertainty in his voiced. You shook your head gently and gave him a supportive smile. “You just look quite unrecognizable,” you explained. “That’s the idea,” he snickered and stepped aside to let you in. You walked in and took off your shoes, following him to the living room.  

   The place was cleaned spotless and all the plants were green and healthy. You expected that much, just like all the little decorations. Most of them were music themed, unsurprisingly. Yet even with every surface covered with all kinds of little decorations, photos or CDs, the living room was rather spacious with little furniture, the modern looking black sofa dominating the room. The contrast made you confused which was obvious on your face so Hizashi quirked a brow at you, still nervously shuffling next to you, it almost looked like he was the guest. “I was just wondering why’s the room so empty, I imagined it full of technology and stuff,” you smiled at him curiously. He reciprocated it in somewhat mischievous manner. “Where would I dance if there was no place?” He winked at you and picked a remote from one of the shelves, pushing a button. Upbeat music started playing from a huge stereo in the corner. Hizashi spinned in a semi-circle, moving in front of you and extended a hand towards you. “Shall we?” His lime eyes shone brightly, sending your heart racing at hundred miles an hour. He looked so playful and pretty and your lovesick brain could hardly resist his offer. Luckily you remembered in time that last time you danced with someone you almost broke their foot as you accidently stomped on it too hard. You’re not going to risk the same happening to this precious man in front of you. “Aren’t we supposed to grade some essays, Hizashi?” You sighed dramatically, already moving your gaze away from him but then you caught a glance at how his pupils dilated, grin wide. “[y/n]! You finally said it!” He exclaimed, overly-excited, jumping on the spot like some child. At first, you weren’t sure what was he talking about, but then it hit you and your face turned pink again. It was incomprehensible to you that simply hearing his name from your lips could make him so happy. “Yeah, so stop overreacting if you want me to say it again sometime,” you snorted fondly. He calmed down in an instant, still all giggly.

  “’right, so sit down here,” he patted a spot on the sofa while backing into the kitchen, the music still played much quietly in the background, “and tell me what would you like to drink, I just bought some new kind of tea I wanted to try for the longest time if you want to join me?” He shot you a look you could only describe as hopeful. “Sounds good,” you beamed at him, eager to try something he found promising. “I wouldn’t guess you to be the tea type,” you teased as he prepared the tea according to the steps on the little bag it came in. “Shōta showed me its wonders,” he explained as he set the colourful cups down on the coffee table with a soft thud. “I hope it’s good, would be awkward if it’s not,” he grinned sheepishly and plopped down on the opposite side of sofa. You tried your best not to look disappointed because of the distance between you. “I fully trust your instincts,” you reassured him with a smile. He gave one himself and then reached under the table, pulling a stack of papers. “You ready to dig into this?” he lifted the pile. It was obviously heavy, suggesting that a long grading session was upon you. You were not going to complain though; it only meant you’ll get to spend more time with the man! You simply nodded and took a half, or attempted to as it was really rather hard to hold all the sheets. Hizashi noticed and without any difficulty moved your share into your lap. “Even struggling with papers, you should hit the gym with me sometimes,” he said jokingly, blissfully unaware of the storm of images of him all sweaty and pumped from the training running through your head. You hid your red face behind the essays. “How long have these been piling up anyway?” you asked instead. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Let’s just say that some students need those grades fast, okay?” You rolled your eyes playfully, taking your pen and looking at the first essay.

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  About two hours in, your eyes started to sting, migraine threatening to attack. You laid the papers down and pinched the bridge of your nose. You still had half of the papers left to grade. Hizashi knew you both were in trouble after the first half hour when he almost dozed off. After that he gave up his place on couch, instead sitting on the pillow on the ground so the slight discomfort wouldn’t let him fall asleep. Now you began to understand why it took him so long to get the grading done. You laid on the couch with head supported by arm rest and pillows, yet sleeping didn’t once cross your mind as you were too nervous in Hizashi’s proximity. Your tired eyes moved on their own to look at the man. You couldn’t see his face but he was obviously just as done with this shit as you were. Every other second his hand reached into his golden hair, pulling at his hair tie to loosen its grip. You bit your lip. He seemed to be in pain – no wonder, his scalp must be so sore after his hair were styled high up for days in school and then tied back. Maybe a little massage would help him? You were afraid he would hear your heartbeat, the thought speeding up its rhythm. It’s worth a try, right? He also sometimes played with your hair! And helping each other is what friends and colleagues do after all! Sure, your motive was purely the selfish pleasure of touching him but you needed some excuse if he asks why are you doing that. You wouldn’t be able to tell him the truth – that you were wondering since you first saw him how would his hair feel against your fingers and that it was so hard to keep yourself from playing with them when he sat next to you on meetings.

   You took one last deep breath and snaked your hand into the messy bun he pulled his hair into, toying with the hair tie until it came undone, doing so stealthily enough he only noticed when his locks fell fully around his shoulders. “[Y/n]…? What are you-,” before he could finish his sentence, you mustered all your courage and threaded your fingers through his hair to gently rub little circles on his scalp. A little satisfied moan escaped his lips, draining all blood from your body and sending it to your cheeks. How shameless! You thought and sat up so you could use both your hands, resuming your little demonstration, gradually moving your fingers all across his skull. It was relaxing for you too, his hair was silky and each lock slid and curled perfectly around your fingers. You took your sweet time on each new spot, making sure it felt good. You knew the pain that comes after wearing ponytail the whole day but couldn’t imagine what pain does he have to go through with his trademark hairstyle.

  Hizashi’s feedback was… pleasantly embarrassing. He made little murmurs and soft gasps, each one of them sending your heart near cardiac arrest. “Damn, is this what they teach you at uni?” he sighed happily, head leaning into your touch. You giggled and scratched the top of his head. “Feeling better?” you asked, never stopping the movements of your hands, now running your fingertips gently all over his skull. “Right now, I would gladly grade your half of the essays too if you continued,” he purred. “Deal,” you chuckled as you dumped the ungraded papers into his lap unexpectedly. He didn’t believe you would actually do that, turning a bit to look at you questioningly. “Are you sure? It will take forever!” he frowned concernedly. You rolled your eyes. As if you’d let him strip you off your one chance to show him you can be affectionate too. “Absolutely sure, your head must hurt like hell after having your hair up like that all the time,” you continued your massage as he sighed and relaxed again. “You have no idea, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay for my perfect look,” he winked at you over his shoulder.

It was so playful you were glad you were sitting or else your knees would probably give up under you. But well, two can play this game. “In my opinion, it’s worth it, though you look great like this too,” you informed him. You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, though on the inside your heart was racing. He tensed, caught off guard but quickly regained his composure. He chuckled softly and moved a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Thank you,” he said honestly, his voice changed but you weren’t able to pinpoint which emotion had caused it, “I admit I was hesitant not to do my hair up today.” That piqued your interest. “Why?” You asked curiously, tone soft as it seemed to be a touchy subject. “Well… that’s,” he chuckled humourlessly and gave a shrug, “I’ve been made fun of because of my hair, so yeah. Only when I started styling it the way I do now did people accept it as a part of my superhero persona.” You stopped your movements for a while and opted instead for simply laying your hand on his shoulder. “I like it more this way,” you smiled gently when he turned to look at you again. “Makes you look younger,” you snickered, making him chuckle, “besides I’ve always had a thing for guys with long hair.” That earned you a cheerful laugh, the sound of it easing your anxiety over his reaction to your confession. Something in his eyes changed though, what it was though stayed a secret to you once again. The two of you fell into comfortable silence with you massaging his scalp while he graded the essays.

   He was right in the end. It did take him a short forever to get through all the papers but his pace was significantly quicker than before. During the necessary short breaks you chatted about everything and anything, about his radio show and your classmates, his own student years and how the tea he made was really delicious. It was wonderful, you really enjoyed yourself and it surprised you how easy and fun it was to talk with Hizashi.

  So much so that you nearly whined when he set the last essay aside and pumped his fists into the air. “Finally,” he sighed happily and turned to you. You folded your hands in your lap and grinned at him proudly. “I can’t believe you really sacrificed yourself like that just to be spoiled,” you laughed. “Aren’t your hands hurting?” he asked as he glanced at your hands with concern. You flexed your fingers a few times, if only he knew how much time you spend typing away on keyboard, it was basically a work out. “Not really, but a rest would be nice,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to grade all those,” you teased contently. What fool would choose some boring – and for the most part badly written – essays over caressing Hizashi’s golden mane? “So does that mean that I can always trade grading your part for a massage?” he raised a brow at you playfully. You pretended to ponder about his proposal but who were you kidding, of course it meant exactly that. “You can try, I won’t stop you,” you shrugged but your lips betrayed you, forming into a wide smile. “It’s a deal then,” he smirked victoriously.  

  You chatted for a bit longer but as the sun began to set, you decided it was time for you to leave. You didn’t really want to do so but you also didn’t want to walk home in the dark. Hizashi generously offered to accompany you on your way but you declined despite all his arguments. He was obviously tired and his first lesson tomorrow starts at 7 a.m., you knew because it was yours too. However, you definitely needed to wake up later than him as your appearance didn’t need such meticulous preparation. You decided that even though you’d gladly trade your soul for an opportunity like that any other day, it will have to wait. “It’s really fine, Hizashi,” you chuckled at the pure childish joy that lightened up his face at his name. “And I’ll text you once I’m safely home, okay?” you offered and he sighed, leaning against the door frame. “Fine, but I don’t like it,” he pouted and with a push he stood straight right in front of you. “Thanks for coming,” he smiled and spread his arms. You breath hitched in your throat and your heartbeat quickened but you quickly shook off your nervousness and stepped right into the hug, wrapping your arms around him too. “No problem,” you said sweetly as you reluctantly let go of him. “Let’s do this again sometime, shall we?” you asked hopefully and he gifted you one of his precious grins. “Of course,” he winked at you as you waved each other goodbye. You rushed home, all giddy and lovesick.

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  During the next couple weeks it became a nearly daily occurrence for every teacher at UA to see you and Hizashi together, most of the times on the couch where Hizashi laid with his head in your lap, chatting, grading, or tapping away on your phones. Every time you massaged his scalp, careful not to mess up his hair. In return for your gentle care, he always prepared a tea or coffee for you before your first lesson and gave you less papers to grade.

  You would be lying if you said you didn’t want more but you were quite content with how things were now. No longer were your conversations focused on work-related topics and general small talk, instead you both learned many things about each other. It was almost uncanny how alike you two were and how many of your hobbies matched. You also became much more affectionate towards Hizashi although still more professional than him. He seemed not only to notice that change but also enjoy it greatly. He paid more attention to you, his lime gaze finding you even in the middle of lectures. Students luckily haven’t noticed yet.

  Today was Friday, your favourite day, and not because of the upcoming weekend. It was the day when you had a two hour break in between lesson you taught with Hizashi so you could spend it together and often did. It was the highlight of your week.

  Your ways parted after stepping out of the classroom. He has offered to bring you lunch – something he did quite often in the last week, you weren’t complaining though – whereas you headed to teacher’s lounge to reserve the couch before Aizawa usurps it for himself. You actually considered asking the man about Hizashi; he must have told him something, right? They were best buds after all! Stepping into the room you sighed happily, it was empty and the couch was free. You sat down and pulled out a book from you bag. It won’t hurt to read for a bit before Hizashi comes.

  You managed to get through the whole chapter before the door opened and in walked the loud man with both your lunches. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he smiled as he sat down and handed you your box with Chinese noodles with vegetables and chicken, one of your favourites from the canteen. You said cross-legged, your knee gently brushing against his tight. You wondered since when exactly did you start to sit so close to each other. “Thanks, this was totally worth the wait,” you hungrily dug in, closing your eyes at the delicious taste. He laughed softly and also started eating. You watched him from the corner of your eye. His movements were always so graceful, even if he was doing something mundane. He was still as fascinating as he was before you got to know him properly and your crush only got more unbearable because of it.

  Opening of the door caught your attention, shifting your focus on the person coming in. “Hello, Aizawa-san,” you greeted the black haired man, the slight tensing of Hizashi’s features going unnoticed. “Hello, [y/n],” he replied, catching you off guard – never before did he wasted energy on talking. You never took it personally as the only person who got him to talk was currently sitting next to you. You still had to notice how said blonde eyed the newcomer warily. Of course he also noticed the change of his friend’s treatment of you. And he had a feeling that it meant nothing good. He knew he shouldn’t have told him anything! “Is something the matter?” you asked curiously, polite smile still plastered on your face. Maybe he wanted your help with something? What could that possibly be you had no idea but it was the only explanation you had for the shift in his behaviour. Aizawa looked at Hizashi briefly, only the most inconspicuous twitch of his lips was a sign of any emotion. “You know, my neck’s been hurting like hell today and since you always help Yamada I thought-,” he didn’t get to finish his thought as Hizashi suddenly jerked to your side and pulled you to his chest, almost knocking both your lunches down. You looked up at him confusedly. His cheeks were pink as he glared at Aizawa dangerously. “Shouta! She’s mine!” he pouted as he pulled you even closer to him. Now you were even more confused, what was going on?

  “Oh really?” he cocked a brow at the blonde and turned to you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d thought that there was amusement sparkling behind his tired eyes. “Are you, [y/n]?” he asked the crucial question. You gulped. To be honest, you didn’t mind one bit to be monopolized by Hizashi – in any sense really. But how would he feel about that? Sure, he did started all this but there’s also the possibility of this being just another quirk of his playfulness. If it was so and you expressed your feelings, you were risking the fragile relationship between the two of you. Then again, you were tired of waiting and second guessing. “Yeah, kind of, sorry Aizawa-san,” you smiled, equally apologetic and nervous. You felt Hizashi tense against your back, his hands stilled too. On the other hand, the man in front of you smirked victoriously but his eyes weren’t on you but on the blonde. “Is that so? My mistake,” he said, nodded, finally looking at you again, and walked to his table on the furthest side of the room, safely out of hearing distance.  You bit your lip gently as Hizashi let his hands fall from your waist back to his lap. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting next to you. “Well…,” he started, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. “Well?” you looked at him just as anxious. “Are you serio- I mean, would you like it?” he blurted out, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were wide and hopeful behind his glasses. You noticed he was holding his breath – just like you. You averted your eyes for a fraction of second. But who were you kidding; you truly didn’t have to think about it. “Yes, yes I would,” you whispered with a shy smile. His own widened into a full-blown grin as he pulled you to him again, squeezing you tightly, making you laugh in delight. This time his lunch did fall down but neither of you cared. “That settles it then! You’re officially mine!” he cheered loudly enough for everyone – Aizawa – to hear. You wondered if he planned for this to happen, if so, you owe him big time. Maybe you could also gave him a little massage? “But be warned, my dear,” Hizashi purred quietly into your ear, wanting only you to hear him this time, “I don’t share.” A pleasant shiver ran down your spine. “I don’t think I mind at all,” you whispered back as you kissed him. No way, Aizawa can take care of himself.

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[mermaidchan05]

Thunderstorm

Inspired by this amazing headcanon by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia​ ! The idea of Nadia loving storms just meshed so well with my Apprentice Chimalus who... decidedly does not love storms. 

Featured characters: Nadia, my oc Chimalus (they/them pronouns), their familiar Skye the Bluebird. 

Slghtly less than 3000 words. TW for thunderstorms and thunderstorm-induced panic attacks. (Also spoilers for/reference to one of Nadia’s paid scenes? Idk if it matters but just in case) 

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Nadia set the last bit of paperwork aside. “I believe that’s all for today. I assume we all remember our duties?”

The assembled palace staff all gave a general murmur of assent. There were some excited whispers as well. They were all looking forward to either a relaxing evening or the entertaining activities that some were sure to whip up.

A storm raged outside. Rain pounded against the palace windows. Thunder rumbled through the air. Lightning split the sky. Which meant that it was the perfect time to continue a Prakran tradition. A rainy day meant a day for things to cool off for a bit, both figuratively and literally.

It was more of a Prakran Royal Family tradition. Whenever a storm hit Prakra, Nadia and her family would pause in their endless duties and enjoy one another’s company… as much as one could, at any rate. Nadia had never admitted it aloud—to do so would be far too embarrassing—but out of everything she had left behind in Prakra, she missed these moments the most. It was a blessing to be able to bring a semblance of the tradition back to Vesuvia.

It was almost a shame that rain came much more frequently in Vesuvia than Prakra. None could afford to take a rest day for every single drizzle, of course, but it was a bit frustrating to save these particular rest days for the right type of storm. Luckily, this was quite a storm. The absolute perfect day to settle down, if only for an evening. The perfect chance to enjoy the somewhat cooler temperatures and to appreciate a bit of peace and quiet with friends, family, and loved ones.

Over the past few years, many of her storm nights had been spent with Portia. They would read together, or perhaps introduce one another to some of their favorite childhood games, or Portia would hustle Nadia down to the kitchens for a baking lesson. But this time, Portia had plans with her family, and Nadia had someone else she was eager to share this wonderful tradition with.

Chimalus. The wonderful magician who had not only saved all of Vesuvia from the wrath of the Devil himself, but had utterly captivated Nadia’s heart. Chimalus, who was incredibly brave, endlessly loyal, quick-witted and kindhearted. Not to mention incredibly attractive, with an air about them that was far more noble than any one of those infuriating Courtiers.

It would truly be a blessing to spend some genuine quality time with Chimalus. They could find a cozy spot in the library to sit together and read, or Nadia could show Chimalus some of her favorite spots around the palace, or she could enlist their help in one of the many tinkering projects that she hadn’t quite had time to finish, or the two of them could visit the Contemplation Tower… there were so many possibilities.

There was only one problem with her plans. Nadia couldn’t find Chimalus anywhere.

Losing sight of one another was hardly an uncommon occurrence, sadly. Chimalus had their own duties to attend to, both as Royal Magician and as Nadia’s betrothed. They were often called upon to assist others around the palace, and they paid frequent visits to their old shop in the city. But Chimalus would always let Nadia know when they went to the shop. And when Nadia asked around, no one had seen them.

A spike of alarm shot through Nadia’s chest. Logically, she knew that Chimalus must have been perfectly fine.  Her intuition would have told her if something had gone wrong. Or there would have been some other sign. Chandra had been keeping a surprisingly close eye on them lately, she would have found some way to alert Nadia of any crisis…

But no amount of logic could slow Nadia’s frantic pace as she searched the palace for her love.

She didn’t even bother to check the garden, which was one of Chimalus’ usual haunts. No one would be out there in this weather. To her dismay, the library was empty. Chimalus’ favorite sitting room was suspiciously devoid of magicians. Chimalus’ chambers, the very same room that they had used as a mere guest what felt like a lifetime ago, were utterly deserted.

But the room wasn’t quite empty. Chimalus had left all of their things. IF they had planned to go out, they never would have gone without their bag, as it held far too many precious objects: magical supplies, their prized notebook, their tarot deck…

Unless they hadn’t planned on going anywhere.

Nadia was about to rally the guards for a full-scale search of Vesuvia when she heard a little chirp. A chirp that had grown nearly as familiar as Chandra’s hoots.

“Skye?” Nadia breathed.

Even if Chimalus had gotten into some kind of trouble, there was absolutely no chance that they would have been out there without their familiar. Skye, the sweetest and most charming bluebird in the world, would never abandon her human.

Which meant that Chimalus was somewhere close by. Very close.

Skye chirped again. Nadia turned toward the sound.

“Skye?” she called. “Chimalus? Are you…?”

She was cut short by another clap of thunder. It nearly shook the walls. Skye’s chirp was more like a shriek. And there was another sound, so sudden and quiet that Nadia nearly missed it.

A gasp of pure fear.

“Chimalus?”

Nadia carefully stepped around the bed. There, huddled in the corner between the bed and the wall, curled so closely in on themselves that Nadia had mistaken them for a pile of blankets, was Chimalus. Nadia couldn’t even see their lovely, deep blue hair; they had pulled the hood of their cloak so tightly over their head that they were completely obscured. They had even draped the fabric of their cloak over their knees, which were bundled up against their chest. A well-worn book was lying haphazardly on the floor in front of them. Clearly they had been trying to read before… whatever had happened that had caused them to fall into this state.

A thousand thoughts sped through Nadia’s mind, from illness to a horrible magical vision of a terrible future to some sort of attack. What could possibly drive Chimalus, the one who had stared down the Devil with hardly a wince, to be left like this?

Skye chirped again, drawing Nadia further forward. Nadia carefully reached out a hand.

“Chimalus...” 

No response. Skye bumped her tiny head against Chimalus’ hood, right where their cheek must have been. Chimalus curled in on themselves further, if that was possible.

Nadia let out a faint sigh. “My love, what’s…?”

Once again a crack of thunder cut her off. Skye chirped wildly again. And Chimalus visibly flinched, nearly throwing the little bluebird off of their shoulder by sheer accident.

And just like that, Nadia understood. Chimalus, clever, loyal, wonderful Chimalus, was terrified of thunder.

Nadia stepped forward, her hand still outstretched. She moved slowly, making sure not to add to her beloved’s fright. She called their name again, softly, gently, showing nothing but love and understanding. At last, Chimalus shifted, uncurling themself just the slightest bit.

“Nadi…” they choked out.

Nadia gave a reassuring smile. “Yes, my darling. I’m here.”

Chimalus let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean for you to—”

Another thunderclap. Another visceral flinch from Chimalus. Skye managed not to shriek this time, instead going back to gently headbutting her human.

Nadia carefully crouched down in front of Chimalus. “You never meant for… me to see you in this state?”

That got Chimalus to look up, to finally meet Nadia’s eye. Admittedly, they were more startled than anything else, but it was a good start. Nadia smiled softly.

“My goodness, Chimalus, something such as this will hardly make me think any less of you,” said Nadia.

Chimalus’ expression slowly shifted to something close to concern. “I… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like…” they sighed again, giving up. “I’m sorry. It’s… silly, isn’t it? I know it shouldn’t bother me. It’s just a storm, and we’re all inside, and we’re perfectly safe, and I’m sure there are a thousand emergency plans put in place just in case something—”

They cut themselves off with a sharp gasp and yet another wince as thunder clapped once more. They tugged their hood further over their head, burying their face in their clenched fists.

Nadia held back for just a moment. Before the thunder had frightened Chimalus all over again, the small rant they had begun had sounded almost like a mantra. It was as though they had repeated those exact words to themself countless times. As though they had tried to talk their way out of a fear that they couldn’t explain. As though their inability to rationalize their own fear made it all the more difficult to bear.

It was a sentiment that Nadia understood too well.

“Chimalus…” Nadia’s voice was as soft and gentle as a sigh. “May I hold you?”

Chimalus looked up, taken utterly by surprise. “I… of course. You know you don’t need to ask if you ever want to—”

Once again they were cut off. But this time it was by Nadia wrapping her arms around them and pulling them close. Chimalus let out a little gasp. For the span of three of their own rapid heartbeats, they were completely rigid. Then they let out a shaky breath. And they sank into Nadia’s embrace. They buried their face in her shoulder. Nadia thought that Chimalus may have been trembling slightly, though if that was from fear or hardly suppressed sobs, Nadia would never know. Not that it truly mattered. Nadia was simply glad to give them some kind of comfort.

“Chimalus,” Nadia said gently, “I assure you that you are perfectly safe. And I will never look down on you because of your fears. You are my sunlight, my heart, my past, my present, and my future. My love for you is not so fragile that it will shatter upon learning you are frightened of thunder.”

“Even though it’s a completely irrational fear?” Chimalus mumbled.

“We cannot control our own fears,” Nadia said gently. “Nor do we always have an explanation for them. And it is not only fears… may I share a secret with you? Since we seem to be learning new things about one another this evening.”

“Of course,” said Chimalus. “You can tell me anything.”

Nadia had to resist the urge to laugh. It would have been a fond laugh, naturally. Chimalus suddenly looked so serious that it was rather adorable. A fact that Nadia gladly would have explained, but her instincts assured her that this was not the time to laugh at her beloved, no matter what the reason behind it.

 Instead, she began her story. 

“When I was younger, I absolutely despised the color green,” she said conspiratorially.

Chimalus blinked up at her. “Green? But what about the emerald you gave me?”

“I did eventually overcome that particular bit of immaturity,” said Nadia, her smile playful. “Back then, however… to this day, I have no idea why I was so vehemently against the color. Prakra is known for its emeralds. One would think I would have a bit of pride for my homeland’s great treasure…”

 “You never were one to follow trends,” said Chimalus.

 Their voice still shook a bit. But a bit of their usual, teasing tone had returned.

Nadia’s smile grew. “No… I suppose I am not.”

Chimalus managed a smile in return. Then, playfully, they added: “Or maybe… it was because of Nasmira. Green’s kind of her color, isn’t it?”

For a split second, Nadia could only stare at Chimalus. Then she let out a laugh.

It was wonderful how, even in a moment like this, Chimalus always found a way to make her laugh.

“Why yes, of course,” Nadia teased. “Clearly I was unbearably jealous of Nasmira’s hair. Not to mention her fashion choices. That must be the answer. It seems the Mighty Chimalus has solved another mystery.”

Chimalus flushed, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know about mighty, but—”

Their argument was drowned out by another clap of thunder. Chimalus winced. Nadia gave them a soft squeeze, drawing them back to the present.

 “I believe you are mighty,” she said gently. “Chimalus… we have not yet found the key to unlocking your past. It is possible that there is some unknown history behind your fear. Or perhaps there is truly no deeper reason behind it at all. It makes little difference in the end. You are still courageous, caring, and wonderful in every way. And I still love you and wish to bring you whatever comfort I can.”

Chimalus sank back into her embrace. “This is… good. More than good. Thank you, Nadia.”

“You’re very welcome,” said Nadia. She placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Remember that you can turn to me whenever you may need me, no matter how small or silly the problem may seem. Just as I know I can always depend on you.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “We are knights in matching armor, after all. Are we not?”

That earned her a small laugh. It was soft, but it was completely genuine.

 “Yeah…” said Chimalus. “We are.”

From her new perch on the bed frame, Skye chirped approvingly.

Nadia and Chimalus stayed like that for a long moment. Neither of them were sure how long it was. All they knew was that, whenever another strike of thunder tried to interrupt, Chimalus didn’t flinch quite as badly. 

Eventually, Nadia pulled back just enough to shift her grip so that she held Chimalus’ hand. Then she stood, half-dragging Chimalus along with her.

Chimalus stared. “Nadi, what…?”

“Come along, my love,” said Nadia. “It is much more difficult to hear the sounds of the storm from the kitchens. And if you’d like, I’m sure we could whip something up for ourselves.”

Chimalus frowned a bit, confused. “We can whip something up?”

 “Why, yes,” said Nadia. “I allowed the majority of the staff the remainder of the evening off. I thought I had mentioned… ah, perhaps you are not comfortable with cooking? I apologize, I should have asked—”

 “No, I can cook,” said Chimalus. “I just thought that—”

 “Then let us begin,” said Nadia.

She playfully dragged Chimalus out of the room, leaving Skye swooping behind.

Sure enough, it was relatively more quiet down in the kitchens. And though it was empty, there were more than enough supplies to start a good cooking fire, and a few ingredients had been left out in the open.

Nadia clucked her tongue. “I had thought they would show a bit more care after our last storm…”

“Nadi?” Chimalus asked. “What’s wrong?”

Nadia shook her head. “No matter. I’m sure we can make something out of this.”

She swept further into the kitchens. Chimalus trailed behind her, taking a look at what the cooks had left behind. Nadia gathered everything up: a bowl of greens, a small roast that had apparently not been roasted yet… and there, shoved in the back of a nearly empty cupboard, was a small but decent loaf of bread.

“It’s hardly the makings of a feast, but I suppose this will do,” Nadia declared.

Chimalus cleared their throat. “Nadi, do the cooks… always leave things like this behind?”

“Not always, to my knowledge,” said Nadia. “Though they tend to leave this sort of mess behind more often than I would like…”

“Try not to worry about it too much,” said Chimalus with a little laugh. “And you’re right. We can certainly make something out of these. And… I think they may have… forgotten to set out some desserts after lunch.”

Chimalus reached into another cabinet and pulled out two small plates. One held an immaculate tea cake, the exact type that Nadia requested whenever she and Chimalus had the rare opportunity to relax on the veranda. The other held a lovely little fruit tart: one of Chimalus’ favorites.

Nadia smirked. “Well, now. It would be a shame to let those go to waste, wouldn’t it?”

 “It certainly would,” said Chimalus.

Skye chirped loudly. Chimalus laughed.

“Don’t worry, Skye, I’m sure we can dig up some sunflower seeds for you.” Chimalus rolled up their sleeves. “So… shall we get cooking?”

 Nadia couldn’t help it. Chimalus was so wonderful, and their smile was so adorable, that she laughed.

“Of course.” Nadia rolled up her sleeves as well. “Let us get cooking.’”

With Chimalus assisting, it turned out that they could make a lovely little meal out of the assorted ingredients. All the while, Chimalus was so focused on their task that they hardly flinched at any rumble of thunder. Each sound seemed more and more distant than the last. Though if Chimalus wanted to use the noise as a reason to hold Nadia’s hand a bit more often than usual… well, Nadia didn’t mind in the least.

All in all, she was very glad she was able to invite Chimalus to share in this lovely tradition.

#the arcana #the arcana game #fanfic #my writing #my stuff #nadia x mc #nadia x oc #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #apprentice chimalus #arcana fan apprentice #i am sooooo sorry for how long it took to write this #i wanted to write it the moment i talked about it but then Life Happened alkdnbnaldkfs #thunderstorm #tw storms

[anika-ann]

EHHH THERE'S AN ASK GAME GOING ON? Hi Anika <3 (you probably know which pair i'm going to ask but Imma ask anywayy >:D C - Crying// U - Underwear // Z - Zones = for my beloved couple Attached Professor!Rogers and Reader <333

Oh Jam! I have no idea which pairing you were going to choose! (affectionate, so so affectionate 💕 can't believe you still love them🥺)

I also see you woke up today and chose violence. Professor Rogers approves.

Alright. Here goes. Answers to this ask game under cut (cause year, sorry, 18+ , very)

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Our dear prof loves having fun with you, loves to tease and edge you, all smirks and smugness, but crying is a no-no for him. He had seen your tears before and they are associated with so much pain, yours and his, that making you cry is simply not on him mind.

The stupid poem slander after you started dating. Your father's harsh judgement. His own struggles after getting shot and telling you to just lose the ring if that was what you wanted. Just no.

He had taken the edging too far once, actually making you cry as you begged him and the way his body physically recoiled at the pain in his gut, the absolute dread and despise he felt was everything but a turn-on. He was the sweetest afterwards, a profoundly loving aftercare, even as you hadn't used your safeword and he most certainyl did not judge you; however he did cackle a little when you felt better about half an hour later and shyly asked him if he could finish what he started and get you off. He very much did.

He got extremely cautious after that; a blessing and curse, because he became the king of edging. He knows exactly how far he can push, he absolutely revels in hearing you beg and mewl sweetly; and to his shock, he found out he very much does enjoy the tears if they come after, just a few of them rolling out at how intense the release gets, how sweetly the relief tastes. He needs to be cautious to use his mouth or hands or toys to do that; if he was inside he, he'd lose it at the sight alone🤭✨

As for if he ever cried, it was once. After the incident with the ring and your reconcilliation, it hit him a few days after, when you made love again - that he really almost pushed you over the edge and lost you. He comes and the emotions just crush him; you hold him through it, tajen aback, but as gentle as you know he would be to you, your heart quiverring as much as his lips do for a few moments.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Steve is a simple guy; you kiss him, a little deeper than usual, and he knows what you want and he's happy to hop on that train of thought. You rake your nails over his thighs - it doesn't even have to be the insight of his thighs - and he's getting putty in your hands. Expect for one part that's growing very hard. Speaking of hard parts, there isn't any more direct message than brshing your fingers right there, right? He is not immune.

He is even less immune when you climb up his lap and kiss his just about anywhere.

One zone that surprised you and actually took you a rather long time to figure out was his forearms. You genuinely didn't realize - it is most definitely a turn on for you when he rolls up his sleeves and shows off his hands and forearms and you just like running your fingers over it. You know he knows that a peek of his forearms, especially when framed by those sleeves, drives you wild, but what you didn't realize was that it was invitation for you to touch him and drive him just as crazy.

Once you know, you take advantage, alright 😌

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Well you can be sure he has a thing for stockings and he doesn't scoff at other lingerie either.; but taht doesn't mean he cannot appreciate simple. Just because you look extremely tempting to him in lingerie, it doesn't mean he's mainyl interested in what's under 😏

As for his own underwear, he's simple guy. Boxers, usually in plain colour, no crazy patterns except for three pairs of Christmas ones you bought him. He can simp, alright; it just made you so happy and you bought matching pairs of panties and it made him smile whenever he saw it on you. And you'd better believe he loves to match, tying yourself to you, even if you two are the only ones to know.

He had lost a silly bet to you once, resulting him having to wear the stupidiest most ridiculous pair of boxers on a day when he went to the gym and had to change in front of a few guys he knew. He was not amused (he was, a little, but don't tell anyone) - he however enjoyed taking his revenge.

What revenge, you ask? Well. If he's going in stupid boxers, than you're going commando to a dinenr with him with a skirt that barely reached just above your knees after he had played with you, teased you and left you soaking and unsatisfied. You could tell he was extremely cautious to make sure you considered it risqué but agreed to do it for the adventure though, because he's a little shit, but not a dick, definitely not to you.

He teased you all night too, even if with less direct touches; he was dlighted to see you still soaking once you got home, all happy to check for that with your back pressed to the door the second they closed behind. Check with his fingers and mouth. He cleaned every. Damn. Drop. And of course, rewarded you for being so so good for him🫠🫠

Hope you're happy with the answers, dear 🥰 Thank you so much for participating💕

#asks #reply #LEMONS #lemony LEMONY lemons #professor steve rogers x reader #attached #attached vibes #anika replies #steve rogers x reader #professor au #college au #modern au

[ryuichirou]

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A couple of Kuroshitsuji questions today, wow! Plus, some twst ones.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

GODS YOUR GREENVIOLET COMIC!! FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK It's so good!! I love the idea Violet is somehow a lil kinky that Greenhill but Violet would somehow blame him for a mess in his sheets lol

Hehehe thank youuuuu!!!

I really like to think that Violet has a kinky side, but maybe it’s just because he is the artistic “weird” type and therefore more “in touch” with this hidden side of himself; compared to Greenhill, who is a proper polite boy, but also quite horny when the situation gets even a little bit spicy lol He’ll learn a lot of things about himself when he and Gregory start sleeping together.

Anonymous asked:

I see you like Black Butler. Let me ask you, do you have any art of the Undertaker of Grell? The way I simp is hard but if you don't, that is fine. Please remember to take care of yourself and drink water. Love your art <3

We don’t have any relatively new art with Grell, which is ironic, considering that Grell is the character that I always drew thorough the years whenever we rewatched Kuroshitsuji; I just love the design very much…

We do have some stuff with the Undertaker though! He is one of our favourites actually, even though compared to some other guys I haven’t drawn him much. Which is honestly a shame…

Thank you for loving our stuff! <3

Anonymous asked:

recently I read a fanfic where idia was a cat beastfolk and got absolutely gang banged by octavinelle and I feel the need to share this thought with everyone because cat idia being fucked by octotrio lives rent-free in my head and I can successfully say that gregory violet art did not help

Oh god, a fic about Idia’s absolute true form lol And what a company for him to be in, of course he would get gangbanged by Octavinelle. Thank you for sharing, Anon… Now I’ll think about this concept too…

Gregory is such a kitty cat boy! This is insane, I always forget that technically when it comes to their animal symbols he is supposed to be a wolf. And even in the yesterday’s comic where he is supposed to be a wolf, he still has cat vibes. I guess this is just his and Idia’s genetics lol

Anonymous asked:

I love love love your jackvil art! I hope you receive nothing but blessings

This is so incredibly sweet, thank you so much, Anon! <3

Anonymous asked:

What does Idia think about cosplay in general?Personally I love it and I’m even going as Idia sometime this year.

Anon! This is cool, enjoy your time cosplaying Idia.

If I remember correctly, Idia does like cosplay to some extent – he did cosplay as Pumpkin Knight for Halloween, and definitely had a lot of fun designing, creating and wearing this costume. The only thing is that for Idia to actually want to cosplay a character it needs to be someone who has his head completely covered, because he isn’t comfortable showing either his face or his hair: even if you don’t know that his hair mean that he is a Shroud, it still attracts unnecessary attention… not to mention, ruins the cosplay :( So he isn’t really a cosplayer, but if he is in the mood? He’ll create anything from scratch in like 3 hours and do the most perfect cosplay imaginable.

But! He has a lot of opinions about others’ cosplay. About how they did the hair, the clothes, the swords, the details, every single thing. He appreciates the artistry and creativity, but he is also a bit of a snob.

Anonymous asked:

Referring to the headcanons about Ortho putting things in Idia’s food and drink, I suddenly see why he pees in a bottle 😔

(the hc is from this post)

Yeah, this is also a reason lol but honestly he doesn’t need Ortho’s “help” with this… he really is the type to go “I finish this one level and THEN I’ll go” and basically sits there until it becomes unbearable. A very bad habit!

Anonymous asked:

Bold of you to assume that I wouldn’t eat Lilia’s hand too if it came anywhere near my spaghetti.

Don’t leave this man handless, he needs it to smack butts lol

#replies

[bunny584]

Look, listen, love, look at me my sunny honey bunny

I don't know fuck all about JJK, legit like exceptionally basic concept ideas. I can't read the manga or watch the show because I'm a little emotional crybaby and wouldn't be able to handle it (from what I DO know)

I'm a 3rd person POV writer (99% of my work exists in my poor Google docs drive as tragic WIPs that may or may not ever see the light of day)

I haven't written 2nd PP(ehe)OV once in my life

You make me want to write 2nd PP(even funnier the second time around)OV jjk fanfic because what the fuck, your writing is stellar fuck I wish we were friends you're a fantastic author I am OBSESSED with your jjk stuff (yes the obsessed series too, I've swallowed it all whole, just like reader can swallow–)

'Kay that's all thanks for coming to my TEDTalk I adore you and will continue to absolutely inhale your work mwah *chef kiss* kisses~ ❤️

(P.S. I wrote fucking *french kiss* right before sending this and I can't decide if I'm blessed or cursed with this innate fuck up ability of mine that literally refuses to go away. My brain instantly goes "french kiss" instead of chef kiss and it has caught myself and my friends off guard multiple times, I apologize for nearly subjecting you to that as well)

I—

So…all I got from this is that we should French kiss? Like…now?

Should I schedule the wedding for today? Or tomorrow? No really whatever is convenient for you because you have single handedly pulled my heart clear out of my chest and now it’s yours to keep. It’s yours. Those are the rules.

Are you literally kidding me? I wish I could eat this comment for breakfast/lunch/dinner.

You know every author is just a thinly veiled praise kink manic pixie dream sleep deprived slutty little minx and I just…🥹

You’ve killed me. I’m finished. There’s nothing left. Thank you is inadequate.

So now I’m in love with you. I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done!!!!!!

*s(creaming) into the void*

*also we should definitely French kiss because I can match your google doc chaos. I write everything in my notes on my iPhone because carpal tunnel means nothing to me.*

#I literally cannot breathe #help #jjk fanfic #jjk smut

[instaquarius]

For Full Res

Since this asshole @theonephun211 (Aka my fiance) decided to watch ALL of Naruto from the OG, Shippuden and into Boruto ((and got me somehow back into the series/fandom again, rewatching the entire show WITH him) I decided to share this old ass drawing I'm still kind of proud of despite years later (This was made back in April 17, 2020) It was for a Narusaku zine thing-

I think I finished this around Novembr of last year based on the Evillous Chronicles series of songs from Vocaloid  (More specifically the Servant of Evil verse with Len Kagamine song cuz I'm absolutely obsessed with the song even though it always gets me so damn emotional and crying lol)

Lyrics works best while reading if you also listen to the Classical version of The Servant of Evil (no vocals)</i>

"Naruto:

You're the Queen of the country,

And I am your loyal servant.

We were two star-crossed lovers

That Destiny tore apart.

Oh, my Queen, in order to shield thee

from dangers evil call,

I will slay, I will kill, I’ll become evil for you

Sixteen years ago, we were born into this Hell called Life.

Both praised and blessed by the people and the Church bells

Our parents planned just how we'd be of best use

Then they split our future in two, there was nothing we could do

They can call you their enemy or curse all they want

They can brandish their swords and be out on the hunt

Never fear, never cry, I will always be near

I'll protect you from the shadows so you'll smile, and be at peace

One peaceful day, in the village of Suna nearby

Unbeknownst to me, her eyes locked onto me

A fair maiden with bright purple eyes, my Queen saw

Jealousy had tainted her otherwise, pure heart

Oh my Queen, you have me as your loyal servant alone

We were fated, yet torn apart, when our futures should have shone

Oh, my Queen, in order to shield thee from everything that hurts

I'll do as you say, even sacrifice all I have

That girl had fallen so deeply in love with thee

For my Queen gave thee orders, “That girl must die!”

I will answer her wishes, so that her mind shall ease

But curiosity lingered, just who was she?

Oh my Queen, you only need me, your faithful, loyal servant

We were star-crossed lovers, always meant to be

“Oh, my Queen, today's lunch is brioche, dattebayo” 

I say your favorite line and you smile, so very innocent and without flaw

Very soon the country shall end with everything that you were

Threatening to kill the Queen, to move on to a new age

"Retribution" is what they are calling, for what they will commit

But I’ll bet they never knew I will always try to protect you…

"Here are my spare clothes, now wear these and run.

Don’t look back at me, and don’t talk to anyone.

It is fine, I have this potion, and I will be here when they strike

They won't know you are gone because I will pretend to be you”

Oh, now I am the Queen, and you are a fugitive

We were lovers, whos red thread was never supposed to break

If they wanna call you evil, well, I know someone just like you

For I am evil, I take the blame, because our blood is just the same

Once upon a time in a country far away

Where a lot of crimes were committed every single day,

My very beautiful Sakura-chan, who was only sixteen years of age

Was crowned as the Queen, and she used to reign

Naruto: They can swear you their enemy, or curse all they want

(Sakura: Finally, long awaited, the time had come)

Naruto: They can brandish their swords, and be out on the hunt

(Sakura: The deafening chimes sounded a little bit glum)

Naruto: Never fear, never cry, I will always be near

(Sakura: The crowd showed not a sign of sympathy)

Naruto: Let not your smile, my sun, turn into icy tears

(Sakura: Grinning to the world, you spoke my favorite line while on your knees...)

Naruto: "Oh, its time for lunch dattebayo"

*Sound of guillotine falling*

Narrator:

She was the queen of the country and he was a servant of hers

They were lovers, fated, but cruel destiny ripped them apart

When the crowds vanish, the Queen stands to weep

Now left all alone she realizes her mistakes..

Sakura:

Now I am alone with no one else to hold 

Far away from the world I once knew

You’re not here with me so I’ll leave it to the sea 

To tell you how much I miss you

"Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again Let us play together again, and fall in love once more...""

#old art #narusaku #repost #reposting old art #song parody #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #servant of evil #servant of evil parody #len and rin kagamine #naruto fanart #still proud of this old ass thing from 3 years ago #also i wish i can remember how the fuck I did this coloring style #it's so pretty #naruto is len kagamine #sakura is taking the place of rin kagamine #lyric art #song inspired art

[esta-elavaris]

I’m running late with my third (and probably final) instalment of that little modern soulmates!AU storyline with James and Theodora because I want to finish this novel chapter before I work on it more, and novel work moves at a near glacial pace, but here’s a tidbit in the way of an apology -- in which our dorks text each other the next morning.

(Thinking about the way they’d text has been a lot of fun - Theo is for sure a double/triple/quadruple texter, and James would absolutely go for full spelling and grammar. He’s also the type to occasionally just sent an “K.” or a thumbs up to confirm he saw something quickly if he’s really busy, while having no idea that those of us who are chronically online would view that as passive aggressive. Luckily, Theo wouldn’t take that kind of shit personally.)

Staring at the little box and wondering if it was too soon, too clingy, and too desperate to send a message already, she slowly sat up - deliberating and hesitating. And then three innocuous little dots sprang up, floating up and down just slightly to signify that he was typing on the other end. Theo smiled. At least, until they disappeared a moment later with no message to show for it. Then, another two moments went by, and they reappeared. The process repeated itself a couple of times over, and she knew she wasn’t the only one plagued by deliberations this morning. Although there was something painfully endearing about the fact that she managed to make such a man nervous. 

Knowing that she wasn’t the only one feeling laughably unsure bolstered her courage, and she leaned forward and began to type. The second she did, he stopped entirely.

Theodora  Good morning B)

Apparently the opening line was what was giving him trouble, because his response came in fairly swiftly. 

James It is, isn’t it? Unless the sunglasses are supposed to signify a hangover, in which case you have my condolences.

Theodora No, just that im very cool Like, too cool Its a blessing and a curse

Pausing, she considered her next words and then continued.

Last night was nice Really nice

James Really, really nice?

Theodora Dunno if id go that far

James I’ll try harder next time.

She could practically hear that low, rumbling chuckle of his as she read the message, and then her phone pinged with another.

When will next time be?

Theodora Will you make fun of me if I say lunch? Today?

#james and theodora

[pvccblog]

SUPER SUNDAY!

Hope all of you had a Sunday that was even just a tiny percentage as good as ours - we had an awesome day! We were blessed with another slow morning because church doesn't start till 11am. I was able to get out on some trails behind the Olson's house and do some exploring. Being out in God's creation is so awesome!

Church was even more awesome. In the early years when we came here, church was more of a Bible study with a small group of people. Today, the physical and spiritual growth is incredible! There is an energy and a sweet fellowship that is contagious.

As we started singing worship songs this morning, I became overwhelmed to the point of tears. They were singing the song "Build Your Kingdom Here". I immediately began thinking back to some of the first years here, and how this town had been dominated for so long by the FLDS. And now, here we are, in a Christian church, worshiping the one true God, with lyrics like this:

"Build Your kingdom here

Let the darkness fear

Show Your mighty hand

Heal our streets and land

Set Your church on fire

Win this nation back

Change the atmosphere

Build Your kingdom here

We pray"

Stop and think about that. In this place, with such a terrible history of abuse, there is a group of believers gathering in Jesus name every week singing and praying for God's mighty work! That is a miracle!!

After church, the emotions continued as Brody gave us a tour of the new building that is in progress on the property. It was amazing and absolutely huge!

I was able to observe this as Brody was sharing about the building - local kids running around in the building with excitement on their faces at this new building being built. It made me think of our church vision at Pine Valley Community Church -

"Raising up new generations of both physical and spiritual descendants who are strong, bold, and fruitful in the love and mission of our Lord Jesus Christ."

These young people here in Colorado City are a part of a very special generation. And they are being raised up in this church and will one day carry on it's vision in the future. God has certainly done things here we never could have imagined when we first came 10 years ago. He has continually guided and direct as only He can do!

Speaking of God doing amazing things, we also got a tour of The Dream Center. This is a Christian ministry that helps individuals with all sorts of issues with locations all over the world. This location specializes in helping locals deal with some of the ramifications of growing up experiencing some of the horrible abuses that have happened in this place. The center even operates in Warren Jeff's old house!

If you are able to access Discovery Plus, you can watch a show titled "Prisoner of the Prophet". It features Briell Decker, the former 65th wife of Warren Jeffs. Briell had a huge part in making The Dream Center a reality. As we were wrapping up our tour, Briell even showed up and talked with us for a bit!

We also toured the town a little as a team and visited some of the key former FLDS buildings that are now either vacant or being used for other purposes. The change we've witnessed here is absolutely miraculous!

Then, as if the day wasn't good enough - we enjoyed a team dinner of baked potatoes and Mac and cheese!

After dinner, we met with Brody for a bit about how things will go on the 4th. Then I was able to finish my day the same way it started - back on the trails! A group of us went back to the same area and got to enjoy God's creation together as the sun was about to go down. So beautiful!

"Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you." Jeremiah 32:17

The Southwards and Mikala have arrived, our team is complete! Tomorrow is really the start of our busy days, keep checking in and praying!

[cl-babydew]

Finished Love Is War!!! Also, NEW ICON!!

Soooooo gosh I’m a tad late! XD Me and my bestie finished Love Is War Saturday!!! So yeah, didn’t get to update about that, last week was, it was a lot, in more ways then good! X,3

Anyways!

Me and him had such a great time watching this!!!!!!! XD @dadweebking Ik he loved it for sure!!!!!! XD And I sure did as well!! I’ll start reading the manga hopefully today! XD But he started to read from the beginning! So yeah! X3

Imma be reading from where the anime stopped tho! :3

Gosh dang the rollercoaster this show put us on!!! SO STINKEN GOOD! And the dub?! THE NARRATOR IS BEST CHARACTER! XD HANDS DOWN!! Gosh I love his VA, can’t wait to hear him voice Gojo more now! XD You can just tell he was having a blast!!! So yeah! Anyways!!

I love our two main dorks so much!!!! They’re are such idiots your honor!!!! XD But I love em!

And my gosh CHIKA AND ISHIGAMI ARE AMAZING!!! XD I love those two so much!!! At first I liked them ship wise, along with Ishi and Iino!!! But now I’m on the Iino and Ishi train fully now! XD

Tho, dang it was hard, I loved both Chika and Ishi, but HANDS DOWN ISHI IS BEST BOI!! 🥺 This boy is something else!!!!! He’s also such a dang mood yfhccyhcgggu XD I love him so much!! So yeah!! He’ll be my new icon!! X3

So here’s the icon:

🥺 KITTY EARSSSS!!! Bless!

Anyways!!! Yes!!!

THE DANG ENDING OF S3?! DUDE THAT- WOW!! It had me and my bestie literally breathless ufvhchchfhyc like dude, our hearts were beating so fast fuhchcghcuguug XD That scene was absolutely beautiful!!!! X3 Just gosh yes! I’d rewatch this, ngl!!

Anyways!!!! There’s another reason why I loved this anime, but I’m not gonna get into that!! X3

Anyways!!!

Thx again to my bestie for waiting to watch it with me!🥺 That meant a lot, and dang, it made it even better! XD

Anyways yeah, that’s about it!! XD

Gonna leave y’all with a gif of ma boy, Ishigami! X3

BYEEEE!!!!

#love is war #new icon

[i-am-thornqueen]

I didn't notice until today that AWIL is completed and I wanna say "Congratulations!" I was one of the original readers of the fic (picked it up around chapter 3) and I'm so so happy with the ending. The friendship between Alya and Nino and Marinette and Adrien was amazing! Absolute BROTP there. The world building was phenomenal. And your OCs integrated so naturally that when Sarah and John showed up, I read through the ML wiki to make sure I wasn't missing an episode where they were introduced. Just. Aaaah! Sorry for gushing.

I'm interested to see where you would go with a sequel because you hinted that Adrien and Marinette have signed a temporary contract and I'm curious how that will go. You also have the mystery of Papillon and Natalie and Adrien's mom to unpack. You also have Marinette being some sort of magical being herself as well as the sacrifice that she gave for Adrien's sake (I wonder what that is). There's a lot that can be done with this world and should you decide to move forward into a sequel then I will eagerly await! Again, Congratulations and thanks for the (wild and 6 year long) ride!

Oh anon, come here and let me love you!

I love and adore all of my readers equally, but there is something to be said for the old school crew who have literally stuck it out years for AWIL to finish. Bless every last one of you, because six years is a long ass time to wait. <3

As for the sequel, I have ideas. Many of them. They have been collecting for over six years. Some of these ideas will include answering questions and solving a couple of mysteries. A couple of my ideas will further expand the world-building lore that AWIL began. Most of my ideas are just plain thirsty, so resign yourselves to the possibility of another long-ass fic full of horny teenaged shenanigans and hairy situations. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#thank you anon! #you are so very sweet! #i am so glad you enjoyed the story as much as you did!

[lexicaldreamer]

Tagged by @thewalrus-said

Last Song: Angry Too by Lola Blanc on my way home from work today, because it's a very satisfying song to sing along with and also..... fic ideas ooops

Favorite Color: a narrowly defined band of purple and almost all kinds of green :D

Last Book: just finished I Cannot Reach You 1 by Miki, which is very sweet and funny and fluffy and I will absolutely be continuing the series. I'm also in the middle of Ruby Fever by Ilona Andrews, which is the last book in their paranormal mystery/romance series and I'm so hype for the conclusion. Such good plot and tension and world building.

Last Movie: god fuck if I could tell you uhhhhhhhh some anime movie or something I watched in the background at my parents house probably

Last TV Show: Heaven Official's Blessing season 2 with @azraelyz my love during our last binge date 😘

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: uhhhh savory but I will never turn down sweets if they're rich (or if they're cake)

Relationship Status: single seeking bun companion

Last Thing I Googled: "tumblr drafts" bc I'm doing this on my phone like an idiot and I couldn't figure out where the draft went okay??? im a bb don't judge me 😭

Current Obsession(s): My Hero Academia is my full time brain rot and I will not apologize

Looking Forward To: fucking finishing Deep in Their Bones (I will, I swear), next binge date with aze, someday having a pet, not being tired in the future

Tag 9 people: I am littol and new and shy and if you want to be tagged consider yourself It

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