#but seriously honestly thank you i am glad you enjoy my blog

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SR] Premonition of Budding (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: (*Sigh*… it’s way later than I expected.) (I know I said I didn’t need dinner, but I didn’t have time to eat the meal provided on site.) (On top of that, I also forgot to bring it home with me…) …I’m starving. (Maybe I can whip up something simple…) …Hm? (It smells nice…) This smell is…

-pause-

Izumi: (I knew it. It’s the smell of curry…) (But who could be up this late…?)

Masumi: Welcome home.

Izumi: Masumi-kun?

Masumi: I made curry for you. I thought you might come home without having dinner. But it's fine even if you did eat already since curry still tastes good overnight.

Izumi: …I actually am feeling hungry right now.

Masumi: Okay, I’ll get that ready too…

Izumi: That?

Masumi: I’ll bring it right over to you, so take a seat.

Izumi: Sure…?

-pause-

Masumi: Thanks for waiting.

Izumi: Ooh, what kind of curry could this be? …A croquette? (There’s a croquette placed on top of the curry…)

Masumi: It looked like you wanted to have some this morning, so I saved one of mine for you. Honestly, I thought you’d be happy with just the croquette… But that didn’t sit right with me.

Izumi:  So that’s why you made the curry?

Masumi: I wanted you to enjoy the food I made even more.

Izumi: …I see. Thank you. …Are you hungry too, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: Huh?

Izumi: Hold on a second.

*writes*

Izumi: Here you go. It’s my Please Ticket for you.

Masumi: “I’d like you to eat croquette curry with me”…?

Izumi: I was having trouble trying to come up with something special… But this idea suddenly popped into my head.

Masumi: …

Izumi: This might not be exactly what you had in mind… but you’re the only one who can fulfil this request, right? …Or maybe it’s a bit far off?

Masumi: …

Izumi: (I guess this was no good after all…)

Masumi: …Have you been holding onto this ticket all this time?

Izumi: Huh? Yeah… I never knew when I'd get struck with an idea. Plus I figured if I kept it with me, then I might be able to come up a good request.

Masumi: …I’m so happy. I’m thrilled that you took it that seriously and that you were thinking about me all this time.

Izumi: (I guess that means he accepted it…?)

Masumi: I’ll go get my own plate. Sit tight.

-pause-

Masumi: Thanks for waiting again.

Izumi: Alright, let’s split the croquette in half.

Masumi: Huh?

Izumi: I wrote that I want to eat croquette curry together, didn’t I? So we should have the same thing.

Masumi: …Right.

Izumi: Time to dig in.

Masumi: Don’t mind if I do.

Option 1: “…It tastes delicious!”

Izumi: …It tastes delicious! I see you’re getting better and better at making curry.

Masumi: I’m really happy to hear that. I’ll work hard so I can make you even happier.

Option 2: “The spices work well!”

Izumi: The spices work well!

Masumi: …I just added what I remembered seeing before. It doesn’t taste weird, does it?

Izumi: It’s not strange at all. It tastes amazing!

Masumi: I’m glad. I packed it full of my feelings for you. I’d like you to eat your fill.

Izumi: You might get even better than me one of these days. I have to improve my curry making skills so I don’t lose.

Masumi: I’ll never beat the curry you make. The curry you make is the best in the world. And not just your curry, but everything. You’re the best in the world to me, after all.

Izumi: (Masumi-kun’s… in high spirits today…) (It’s making me feel shy…)

Masumi: *Stares*…

Izumi: (He sure is staring…) (How should I reply…) (The words that I'd like to tell him right now are…) …Thank you. Will you make curry for me again?

Masumi: Of course. As much as you'd like.

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#a3! #a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!

[kirain]

Hi there! I just ran across your blog purely by coincidence (I've been hunting through the Gale tag 👀) and I am absolutely appalled that people would talk to you so harshly about liking Gale. I wish could honestly say I was surprised, but with everything Else I've seen on the internet, I can't say that.

However, I just want you to know that there are absolutely TONS of us here on tumblr who like both Astarion AND Gale! I created this blog because fell in love with Astarion, but not long into delving into this world that is Baldur's Gate 3, I found Gale, and he SERIOUSLY resonates with me. So guess what? I fell in love again.

No one deserves fandom hate of any kind, for any reason, and I truly hope you find your tribe of loving, accepting Galemancers and Gale-accepters soon. And if you don't or if you're struggling, you're welcome to join mine. 🥰

Thank you! Us Galemancers have to stick together, and I'm glad you enjoy both characters! Unfortunately, I have noticed there's a lot of people like this:

As well as the cruel messages I've personally received. But since my post regarding the discourse, I've been getting far more messages like this:

As well as these in the notes of my posts:

And that's really refreshing. 😊

Of course, I know that the vicious Astarion fans are a minority, and I should've clarified that I don't think anyone should have to apologise for something they didn't do. Astarion fans who don't spread hate: you have nothing to be sorry for. You're not responsible for what other people in the fandom say and do. Don't feel guilty. ❤

Also, I want to thank you @astarioffsimpmain, and all the anons who sent me these messages. I'm sorry I couldn't get to each one individually. I tried over the weekend, but life had other plans lol. Genuinely, though, they were a delight to read, and I'm happy to see so many people praising Gale and Astarion alike. It's been a treat seeing everyone come together after so much discourse. It's almost like a perfect representation of their in-game relationship. Sleeping on opposite sides of the camp in Act 1, but beside each other in Act 3.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion #wyll ravengard

[thefrogdalorian]

I was gonna follow your blog b/c you post good content but then I saw you're one of them aka the worst aka Dinbo shippers...... seriously after everything that happened recently lmaooo dead ship💀 so no follow

If that is what you have to do to keep your peace of mind online I bear you no ill will and wish you all the best! I'm glad you enjoy my content and thank you for the compliment, but I do question why you felt the need to tell me this anonymously.

I mean, if you were expecting it would make me alter what's on my own blog then... no. I post for myself, for no one else and sure it's really nice when people interact with my posts!! But this is my little corner of the internet where I can enjoy what I want. I personally would not have fun if I felt as though I was creating content with a certain audience in mind. So, if my blog contains occasional Dinbo posts including my own fics (which I'm very proud of) then that's what I'll do!

I truly am not interested in ship wars, in analysing what actors do or don't say or saying why or what people should/shouldn't ship something. I just look at what's onscreen. If you see it... great! If you don't see it... also great! I don't personally understand why people ship Din with certain characters, but I also don't go around telling people who post about them that... or try to drag anyone into ship wars by calling their ship dead or whatever.

I very much live by ship and let ship (I even ship Din and Bo with other characters myself) but if it's such a huge squick for you then I honestly will not lose sleep over you not following me.

Also... I understand disliking certain groups of shippers for what can sometimes be very understandable reasons but tarnishing everyone who enjoys a ship with the same brush, like calling them "the worst" or just flat out saying a ship is dead because maybe you personally can't see the romantic elements is veering into toxic fandom territory. I know frustration can boil over sometimes and I get it after recent events... but I remember when shipping was fun on tumblr, not a competition or a reason to actively spread hate to others.

I really wish we could get back to that and for my part, I promise to always do my best to keep a positive space on this blog that welcomes all Din and Mandalorian ships and headcanons, regardless of whether I personally share them. And reminder that I am no more responsible for the actions of anyone else who happens to ship the same thing as I do, just as you are not responsible for the actions of people who ship the same things that you do :)

#actually thanks for giving me a chance to speak on that too #baby's first anon hate awww #well this time around #it was bound to happen! #dinbo #spud rants #inbox

[lestappenforever]

It’s time to appreciate you a little bit and let you know how much we love your cute little stories of our babies and what you share with us. Getting a notification that you posted something always makes me happy inside 🥰 especially if it’s during work and I can distract myself with cute lestappen. The prompt list is so cute and nice I couldn’t pick the best one 😩😂 but I’ve been having these idea of them being around others and being a pda mess a little and others reacting to them being in a cute bubble. How about 2 and 37? 🥰

This is such a lovely message to start my day with reading, thank you so incredibly much. 🥹

When I started this blog not long ago, I could have never imagined that it would bring people the kind of happiness you're refering to, and I feel so incredibly honored to know that it does. I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog and my writing. Seriously, you have no idea how much your ask means to me, and how much your words have warmed my heart. 💖

I already did 2. "Please?" "Those eyes won't work on me this time." here, and my brain literally will not let me reuse a prompt because as soon as I've written something using that particular prompt, it simply won't let me come up with anything else tied to that sentence for a while.

But, you did ask for two so you're getting two! Throwing in a little 1. "You're cold." "Am not." to make up for not using 2. Lestappen being a PDA mess coming right up! I also saw my chance to write this as a sequel to this and I took it.

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1."You're cold." "Am not." and 3. "Just... hold my hand?"

Max doesn't know whose brilliant idea it was to gather on the roof of the Alpine motor home the night before the British Grand Prix — who is he kidding, it was probably Pierre's. Or Esteban's — but yet, here they were.

It wasn't as if it was freezing cold in the night air — the last time Max had checked it was around 14°C —but this was England. England with its stupid biting winds.

He'd told Charles to wear a thicker sweater, but the Monégasque had insisted he didn't need it. Hell, Max had even offered to let him borrow his favorite black hoodie, but Charles had been stubborn and refused.

And now the idiot was sitting next to Max, trying and failing to pretend that he wasn't shivering. Trying to hide how pale his hands had gotten due to the cold under the too-thin fabric of the arms of his sweater.

Pierre is telling a story from his karting days back in France, and the whole group is laughing, except Max.

Because Charles is cold next to him, and this whole thing could have been prevented if the Ferrari driver had just listened to him.

"You're cold," Max says to Charles, narrowing his eyes.

Charles turns his head to look at him, cheeks pink from the wind. "Am not."

"You are," Max huffs, rolling his eyes.

"I'm fine, Max."

"You're shivering, Charles."

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Look, was Lando relieved that Max and Charles had finally done something about the years of unresolved sexual tension between them a couple of months ago? Yes.

Was he happy to see that two of his best friends on the grid had also realized that their feelings for each other went deeper than the physical attraction, and were now officially dating? Absolutely.

Because Max and Charles were still bickering. Not only that, they were bickering cutely. In front of everyone.

But the thing was, Lando had thought — hoped, fucking prayed — that resolving the tension between them would stop them from bickering all the time. Over nothing.

That, apparently, was too much to ask.

And honestly, as adorable as it was to watch, it was still exhausting. Because it was still constant.

Had he known his little scheme to get them to work out their issues would lead to the two of them becoming even more insufferable, Lando would have reconsidered the whole thing.

"Your face is shivering," Charles says to Max, and Lando rolls his eyes.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Max shoots back, and Lando audibly groans.

The attention of their little group has turned to the pair of them, and everyone aside from Lando are apparently finding the whole thing amusing. Which makes sense, seeing most of them don't also have to deal with it outside of race weekends, when they're all gaming.

"Take my hand," Max demands, holding out his hand for Charles.

Charles glares at it as if it's a dangerous weapon specifically designed to kill him.

"I'm not cold, Max!" Charles insists, like a fucking child.

Lando wonders if throwing himself off of the building would kill him. Wonders if he truly cares if it would.

"Charles," The Red Bull driver says, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand he isn't still holding out. He says it like Charles is the single cause of every ounce of frustration he as ever felt in his life.

Which, Lando figuers, isn't far from being the truth.

Charles glares at him, but there's no real heat behind it.

"Just... Hold my hand?"

It's a request now, and it's soft and pleading, and Max is looking at Charles with an adorable look on his face. Charles' entire façade crumbles.

"Fine, I'll hold your hand," The Monégasque says with an overly dramatic sigh, as he takes Max's hand and interlocks their fingers. "But I won't be happy about it!"

Max snorts, but doesn't argue. He probably knows that Charles is lying, just like Lando knows that Charles is lying. Just like every single person up here knows he's lying.

Can see it all over Charles' face the second their hands touch.

"You two are ridiculous," Lando announces, throwing his head back. There's fondness in his tone, though, and his words draw a collective laugh from the group.

Next to him, Carlos pats his knee.

"Just be glad you haven't shared a cool-down room with them yet," the Spaniard mumbles.

There mere thought of that makes Lando whine.

#Lestappen drabble #Lestappen prompt #Ask prompts #Asks

[femmefatalevibe]

Hi Femme! I always refer to your blog as the award winning blog because of how good your advice is. You’re changing lives! I hope you’re doing great this week!!

I have a question about how to feel young and youthful? Unfortunately due to trauma of my past and adultifcation (I began taking care of my mom at 17 due to medical reasons she has)- I feel old.

I’m nearly 26 and I can’t connect to people my age because I had to grow up fast and I’m mentally so much older and mature than most people my age. Because of this I get so sad and frustrated.

I try everything to try and connect with people my age but they either don’t want to hang out with me because of my responsibilities (I still take care of her and sometimes I am not available to hang out). And those old friends would mock me for taking care of my mom or throw it in my face that I have too much I’m dealing with. They have little to no responsibilities so I’m left by myself. I noticed a pattern.

So now I just FEEL old.

I don’t know what I can do to get genuine friendships for my situation (maybe having older friends— mid late twenties etc). Or maybe it’s the spaces I’m in? I want to travel and be around more like minded ambitious people for my field of work (journalism/events).

I also want to feel young, like my age. Idk what I would have to do activity wise or etc. I’m at a lost and so depressed.

I go to work and I’m the oldest cause it’s summer jobs and I’m surrounded by 15- 20 year olds and I chat and I’m nice but I can’t connect like that and they don’t with me.

I always knew something was different about me because of my trauma and what it’s done.

Thank you a bunch! :)

Hi love! Oh my gosh, this comment made my day. Thank you so much for these kind and supportive words! So glad to hear you find my content/advice to be highly valuable <3 Hope that you're having a great week as well!

As a fellow parentified child/teen in the same age bracket, I empathize with you regarding how to feel young, youthful, and feeling our age. For context, most of my friends tell me they think of me as their mid-30s-something friend (lol), so I know the feeling of being jaded and overly deliberate with your time, energy, and actions. If these people are in their mid-20s, it honestly says more about them than you that they're judging or resorting to mocking the fact you take your responsibilities seriously. So many people our age have full-time jobs, households to run (single, in a relationship, even married with kids), and all of the logistics that come with being an adult – albeit being in the "young person" category. These people sound immature for their age, honestly.

I would say the best ways I've found to feel a bit younger and more youthful include:

Taking time to let loose and enjoy the moment

Dancing around in your room without a care in the world

Engaging in some child-like activities you enjoy such as drawing, painting, or pottery

Having a fun and dynamic dating life

Going out for fun dinners, drinks, lunch, or coffee dates

Taking a workout or dance class

Strolling around the streets with fun music and an iced coffee

Going to a dog park or playing with friends/families' animals, etc.

Consider how much of an advantage we have when choosing to indulge in these activities: We have the wisdom to deliberately and more strategically enjoy these pleasures rather than partake in these activities from an ignorant headspace, which can lead to more negative or potentially dangerous situations. Understanding that engaging in this carefree headspace at certain times is essential for your mental health reframed my perspective and was a game-changer in my happiness levels, honestly. I hope this insight invites a similar positive change for you as well.

Reconnect with your childhood dreams and aspirations. Consider how you can explore them now that you have the emotional maturity and legal freedoms of adulthood. It's never too late to make even the smallest steps to actualizing these dreams. For example, getting a stuffed animal that reminds you of the pet you always wanted growing up. It can be a healing, self-nourishing experience even if it sounds a bit silly on the surface.

For finding friends you connect with, I would say the late 20s/early 30s tends to be the sweet spot, too. Some ways I think are beneficial to connect with like-minded people in this mid-20s-early 30s age group with similar goals are to:

Go to meetups, events, panels, exhibits, etc. pertaining to your current/desired field and interests

Join clubs and take classes/workshops in your areas of interest. Go to the same workout studios/art workshops/coffee shops/bars, nail salons, etc. you love regularly. Seeing familiar faces often will invite you both to eventually strike up a conversation – you already know you have something in common

Network both in IRL through events/people you meet and even on LinkedIn to see if you can invite people for informational interviews/informal coffee chats (either in person or over a video call). It's a win-win situation because you both get to expand your networks and sometimes, you just click!

If you haven't read Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson and Childhood Disrupted by Donna Jackson Nakazawa yet, I HIGHLY recommend them!

Hope this helps xx

#inner child #adult children of emotionally immature parents #childhood trauma #emotional maturity #growing up #self actualization #self concept #self improvement #growth mindset #personal growth #wish fulfillment #femme fatale #dream life #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #it girl #high value woman #the feminine urge #high value mindset #female excellence #dream girl #queen energy #female power #girl advice #girl blogging #goal setting #self healing #healing journey #trauma healing #femmefatalevibe

[pookapufferfish]

1. I was SUPER intimidated by you as your blog is a big blog in my eyes. I get p nervous talking to bigger blogs ^^'

2. I think you're super nice and chill! Honestly you're super sweet to everyone and I look up to that a lot! You inspire me quite a bit too, both with how you interact, and with your own talent!

3. I say Pooka! I used to say your name listed in your intro post, but I thought that saying Pooka is a lot more casual ^^

4. I LOVE your Saint design, your Enot design, your Rivulet design, and I really like your monk design :)!

5. I'd say stop and smell the roses a little! Take a step back and look at the bigger picture. You have a LOT of people who deeply care about you, with me being one of them. :)

6. Oranges!

7.I'd say 5'5?

8. Hmmmmmm. Honestly I can't pick. I absolutely adore all of your work!

9. You remind me a bit of a polar bear or dog! Super lovely fellas!

10. I heard that Spearmaster has white blood from one of the devs? I just think that's really neat :)

Seriously I really enjoy seeing you in my notifs! Makes me go :D every time ^^

Gfhshsbagab thank you so much

I am surprised by how intimidating everyone describes me as because everyone that actually know me says that I am the least intimidating man. I am happy that I can inspire you, I try my best.

I am glad you like my designs, also you got my height exactly dggsbags.

Also nice fun fact

#answers

[sunstaar]

Third Time's the Charm

Shikamaru x gn!reader

Hiiii :)

So I just wanted to tell you I've been reading your blog for the past 7 hours haha it's almost 4 am here in Mexico were I'm from and your writing is SOOOOO good I'm obsessed, I love how you write Kakashi 🥰🥰🥰

And well so I just wanted to ask you, if it's not too much trouble, if you could write something with Shikamaru since I am sucker for him, something like the reader and him get on each other's nerves all the time, like they are so similar and there's this rivalry, Kakashi is fully aware that they have feelings for each other lol, reader and Shika go on a mission and you get injured and he takes care of your wound and he's so gentle about it that it makes reader question everything now. I know it's kind of specific, and honestly you don't have to do it, just something with Shika would be amazing, anything, that was just a thought

And seriously thank you for the amazing content 💓💓

Thank you so much for your request! I'm glad you enjoyed my writing, I really appreciate it! This took a bit longer than expected to write, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Also, I should note that along the way of me writing this, it became more and more dramatic... and the wound kind of escalated at one point? I did attempt to steer this into a more gentle way and I do hope it worked, at least somewhat...

Word Count: 5,3k

Warning: mentions of death, violence

tags: @smelllikeme , Ao3

Summary: They say third time's the charm, and Shikamaru hopes it is enough to save you.

Shikamaru could still vividly remember the day his sensei Asuma had died in his arms. As though the memory was burned into his brain, it came to haunt him in his sleep time and time again, nourishing his doubts and regrets, harvesting his heartbreak. Each time the dream came to haunt him, it appeared more vivid than the last time, so much so that Shikamaru could feel the blood of his sensei on his hand again and the way the older man’s body shivered in his last moments. The sombré tone of Asuma was etched into the memory, accompanied by the gruff undertone the dark-haired man always spoke with. His last words most importantly, Shikamaru felt as though they were in his heart, something he would never forget, and take with him to his grave.

The future head of the Nara clan could also remember how his father had died during the Fourth Shinobi War. The way Ino beside him cried out at the loss of her own father shook his mind to the core and had his heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach, bile beginning to crawl up his throat. His mind was in shambles, but he was required to get right back to work and push away all of his sorrow and his grief so they could win the war. Only at the grave of his father, his sobbing mother standing beside him did Shikamaru get a moment to allow his grief to swallow him, almost drowning in it to the point he couldn’t breathe.

The sensation of death surrounding his entire being was something Shikamaru never wanted to feel again. It was a feeling he despised with all his being.

Following the death of two of the most important people in his life, two men to whom he had looked up since childhood, and whom he had set as an example for himself, Shikamaru vowed that under no circumstance, he would ever let someone important to him die again. At all cost, even when it meant he would endanger his own health, he would make sure that those dear to him would make it to see the light of another day, live to wake up in Konoha, and get back onto their feet.

To his dismay, death, however, was a treacherous thing, one that did not listen to the prayers and vows of the people. It did not matter to death what Shikamaru promised, neither did it matter what the dark-haired man intended to do. As a mere man, Shikamaru did not stand above danger and near-death situations, a lesson he soon learned during a mission alongside you.

When he strode into the Hokage’s office one morning, the smell of cigarettes lingering around his body, and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, Shikamaru had not expected the man to hand him a mission instead of paperwork.

The Hokage had always been a walking enigma, mystery shrouded around him. So, Shikamaru shouldn’t have expected anything else but a surprise awaiting him.

His first clue to something being different had been the sight of you in the Hokage’s office, sitting on one of the two chairs placed in front of the desk. Despite only being able to see your back as he entered, that little piece of information was enough to identify you. Maybe it was the way you slouched in your chair that gave Shikamaru the necessary clue, or the exact shade of your (h/c) that he could never forget even if he wanted to. Either way, his expression morphed into one of recognition as soon as he saw you sitting there.

Without saying anything, Shikamaru made his way over to the chair beside yours and sat down, ignoring how you scrunched up your nose in response. There was a curious gleam in the Hokage’s eyes, but neither Shikamaru nor you could tell what exactly it indicated. His gaze flickered between the two of you, his charcoal eyes settling last on the piece of paper laying on his desk to skim over it quickly before talking to the two of you.

With a smirk playing on his lips, not visible to either of you, Kakashi leaned back in his seat. “Do either of you know why I asked you to come?”

You were the first to narrow your eyes. “To go on a mission, I presume?” Once you glanced over at the raven-haired man sitting beside you, the smell of cigarettes still lingering on his vest. Then, you forced yourself to focus on the Hokage again, trying to keep yourself from frowning visibly. “Together, most likely.”

Merely from how you strained the first word, the Hokage could tell your lack of enthusiasm when it came to the mission. That was no surprise to him, he already had expected such a reaction from both you and Shikamaru, so he paid it no mind. He was following his very own mission, after all, and not even the two of you disagreeing would keep him from continuing on with it.

“I chose the two of you to complete this mission because it is of importance,” Kakashi began, sitting a little straighter in his seat now. He really could have chosen anyone besides you and Shikamaru, but neither of you needed to know that fact and potentially mess with his meddling. “And I trust you to complete it. Together.”

Both of you had to swallow down the groans of annoyance you were about to let out. It had to be a joke, didn’t it? An unnecessary joke from the Hokage himself, in that case.

“Don’t you two look at me like that,” Kakashi felt like he was reprimanding two children, not two of the most capable and intelligent Shinobi. He shot both of them a warning look before he slid the information slip across the table for them to take, deciding that briefing them now would cause him more of a headache. “The mission begins tomorrow. I expect the two of you to get a good night’s sleep and head off early in the morning.”

Kakashi did not even need to dismiss the two of you, as you both willingly left the Hokage’s office without a word to him or each other. The first to go had been Shikamaru, who stood up as soon as he had skimmed over the paper, pushing his chair back with a loud screech, before he pushed the door to Kakashi’s office open and left. You quickly followed suit, with a few seconds of difference so you wouldn’t run into the dark-haired male when outside of the office. The silence remaining was loud, to say the least, and left the room colder than it was before.

(That did not have the Hokage doubt his meddling, not even in the slightest as Shizune could see as soon as she entered the room with a cup of tea in her hand.)

The raven-haired woman let out a sigh, placing her hands on her hips as soon as she sat down the tea on his desk. “What did you do now?” From the gleam in his charcoal eyes alone she could see he was up to something.

Kakashi leaned back against his chair, stretching out his legs and arms, listening to his joints cracking in the process. His playful gaze settled on Shizune, a twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, you know, nothing.”

Shizune knew that he was lying, and couldn’t help but worry about what the man was brewing up.

You could still remember when you first met Shikamaru back in the academy when the two of you had still been young children starting their way of being a Shinobi. To you, it was like the memory was burned into your brain, something you knew you’d never forget due to the significance of that day to you.

Your first crush you would never forget, anyway.

Already within the first few months of starting the academy, you had begun to develop a crush on the raven-haired boy from your class. You weren’t sure what it had been that had pulled you to the Nara, whether it had been his unmatchable intelligence, or his lazy attempts at humor, which often came out dry, you didn’t know. At his witty jokes, you often were the first and only student to laugh, the only one to understand it immediately and also find it funny. Your attention was always drawn to him, your eyes always finding a way to settle on his slouched figure. Your chin would rest on your hand as you daydream of some kind of future together, wistful sighs pushing past your lips.

Something just drew you to him. You couldn’t exactly explain when your crush on him blossomed to become something fully fletched, you could only build your tower of hopes and dreams, and continue to stare at him during class with your lovesick gaze.

Little you had thought of Shikamaru as cute and adorable. Just as many of your other classmates did, like Sakura and Ino, you attempted different combinations of your name with his, meshing them together, writing your first name in combination with his last name, or even hyphenating both of your names. Little hearts quickly joined your messy ideas, little love notes adding to your expression of feelings, or in that case, lack of open and honest expression of feelings.

(To say the least, you had been head over heels for the genius boy since early childhood).

At one point, everything had begun to change, however. You would pinpoint the time of change to around the Chuunin exams, specifically the first round of the one-versus-one fights. It was the round in which you lost in a one versus one against Shikamaru, shame coursing through you as embarrassment had your cheeks feeling warm, your head cast downward as you accepted your defeat.

It wasn’t even that you were a bad Shinobi or one below average, because that wasn’t the case, not at all. Rather, you couldn’t match Shikamaru’s wit and intelligence, the two qualities you had so dearly admired, which had become your downfall on your way to becoming a Chuunin. They became the qualities you too, wished to possess, qualities you were becoming jealous of, and you thought of as necessary to be a Chuunin.

With the help of your understanding and supporting sensei, you were determined to become better than the boy who, unbeknownst to him, crushed your heart during the exams. It had taken some time without a doubt, but every second you spend gaining knowledge was worth it when you finally caught up with the raven-haired later and became a Chuunin without even losing one round.

The climb was hard, there was no doubt there, but the result was a better version of you, one determined not to allow their heart to be broken again, one that wished to be better than the boy who did so.

All of your hard feelings toward Shikamaru, mixed with the jealousy you felt toward his abilities brought you to this point: a mission with him. This happening would’ve been little you’s dream, and yet, for obvious reasons, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the prospect of having to go on a mission with Shikamaru.

What if you embarrassed yourself again, or something worse happened? You couldn’t cope with that, you would most likely sink into the ground from all the embarrassment. So, you were yet again determined, determined to be better than him.

During the mission, you couldn’t slack up, you knew that which was why you chose not to engage in any witty banter stemming from Shikamaru. On your way to the mission’s location, you ignored the few words leaving the raven-haired’s mouth, but listened nonetheless, little you rather excited to learn more about the Nara.

Halfway to your destination, the silence between the two of you had become unbearable. You were basically itching to say something, anything really, to break the silence and to have it stop. But you kept tight-lipped.

The green trees around the two of you became shades darker the further you were walking into the thick forest surrounding Konoha, leaving your home further behind you with every step you took. Walking under the large shades of the trees felt somewhat peaceful to both you and Shikamaru, the harsh sunlight of the summer sun no longer blinding either of you or burning your skin. The longer the two of you walked, however, the path seemed to grow smaller and smaller, the trees growing closer to what was supposed to be the path. It was like the forest was pushing you together, or so you thought as your shoulders accidentally bumped.

“Sorry!” You squeaked out immediately, your cheeks feeling warmer upon contact. Why did you have to be that clumsy, again? “Didn’t mean to.”

And here you were embarrassing yourself of all things, making the mission more uncomfortable than it already was.

Shikamaru cleared his throat, his eyes flittering to look over at you, before looking away again. “It’s fine.” He said, his hands twitching in his pockets, as though he was itching to do something. You noticed, though didn’t say anything.

You were walking shoulder by shoulder by now, the close proximity of the trees forcing you to do so, not knowing that neither of you would get to say something else to the other before everything went to shit.

Neither of you had seen the attack coming, as both of you were lost in your own bubble of thought concerning one another. It wasn’t professional to do of either of you, since both of your attention should have been dedicated to protecting yourself and your partner on your way to the destination instead, and yet, here both of you were, about to be ambushed because of your own lack of attention.

The first indication that you aren’t alone in the forest came from one of the trees, a small rustling of the leaves that sounded too big to be of a bird. Shikamaru stopped you in your step, his hand grasping your upper arms to keep you from moving forward. Both of you were now alert when it came to your surroundings, the hairs on your arms standing up from the chill running down your spine.

It didn’t take long for the intruders to reveal themselves, sly smirks tugging at their lips, the upper part of their faces covered with masks, holes cut within them to leave their eyes uncovered. While the men and women looked ridiculous, it was no time to laugh as they pulled out their knives and got ready to perform Jutsu.

“If you want to enter, you’ll have to go through us first.” spoke the leader of the group, his tone deep and intended to sound threatening.

The woman beside him twirled a knife in her hand, adding, “We don’t let people pass without a price being paid first, that goes without saying.”

You weren’t nervous at all about the impending confrontation, not at all, really. You not only trusted yourself and your capabilities but also the ones of Shikamaru. Regardless of that, your hand moved to where your own knife lay against your hip. “And what would be said price?”

For a mere moment, shock crossed the features of the woman, but she was quick to revert her facial expression back to one of nonchalance. “You’re Konoha Shinobi, eh?” It was a question that required no answer from either of you. “You must have a lot of money to give to us, then.”

That statement couldn’t be more wrong if it tried to be. Following the Fourth Shinobi War, the financial situation was dire for everyone, even including yourself and the future Nara clan head.

From the peripheral of your vision, you could see Shikamaru hatch out a plan. Due to the location of the ambush, it was obvious who of the two of you was at an advantage. There were more shadows than necessary surrounding all of you, meaning Shikamaru could perfectly use his clan’s Hiden Jutsu. He only needed to not be caught.

To give him more time to act, you chose to act a bit less rational than you would’ve preferred to. Instead of having your hand simply remain near the knife on your hip, you chose to draw it and point it at the woman opposite you, the blade of it gleaming in the few bits of sunlight managing to protrude through the many treetops.

The woman took a step back but did not deter from her mission.

“Don’t trick us, Shinobi!” growled one of the other men of the ambush, his knife now drawn toward you. You refused to flinch and stood your ground. “Drop the knife! Now! Or you’ll get it!”

Admittedly, you were beginning to feel a little nervous with one more knife pointed at you, but you fully trusted Shikamaru to perfectly execute the plan. While it would be rather difficult for him to catch all four of the intruders all at once, you were sure that he would be able to do so, if you were only able to buy him more time.

You refused to drop your knife and instead spoke in a calm voice, “We don’t have that kind of money.” It was true, neither of you had barely any money with you.

“I’m sure we’ll find a solution then,” spoke the leader, his voice deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You,” He pointed over at you, “will stay here, with us, while you,” Now he pointed at Shikamaru, “will get us the money we ask for, alright?”

You shot a glance at Shikamaru, the worry gleaming in your eyes saying more than a thousand words. It would be best to strike now, the raven-haired decided before any of the four intruders dared to try anything dangerous. 

As fast as he could, Shikamaru allowed his shadow to spread out all across the ground of the forest and to connect with the shadows of your opponents, to trap them in a certain position. As soon as he heard the first gasp coming from the man with the knife, Shikamaru knew that he had been successful. The man was quick to drop his knife onto the ground, barely missing his foot. The woman, the leader, and another man, who so far has made no comment, were quick to follow suit, stuck in the position as Shikamaru wanted them to.

Shikamaru shot the four of them a smirk, unaware of what would be coming next.

From high above in the trees, came a silver glint toward the two of you, specifically toward Shikamaru. Your eyes immediately picked up on the glint coming toward you, meant to knock out Shikamaru and free the four intruders. If you were the knock the Nara out of the way, you knew that his Shadow Jutsu would break the moment you made contact with him, allowing the four to not only attack you but also rob you and then flee. Would you take the hit, however, none of that would happen and if you were fortunate enough, you could still knock those four out later.

Maybe it was the little you had buried deep inside you long ago thinking and acting, or maybe you never lost your feelings for Shikamaru, but you moved in front of him without much more thought. His eyes widened as he saw the glint coming toward you now and hit you in the chest, a gasp pushing past your lips as you hunched over, attempting to breathe.

Shikamaru’s shadow immediately climbed up the tree and also managed to interweave with the shadow of the last man standing, also trapping him in his Jutsu.

You, meanwhile, had more and more trouble breathing, the cackles of the five intruders sounding distant, almost blurry to you. Anger and frustration were both coursing through your body as you formed the finger sings necessary for the Wind Jutsu you were about to perform. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, so as you breathed in to gather enough air for your Jutsu, it felt as though your lungs were on fire. You ignored the pain you were feeling and finished your Jutsu, knocking over all four of them with a wall of wind, sending them flying against trees and knocking them out in the process.

You yourself could barely hold your own weight up, so as soon as you made sure that Shikamaru was save without needing your aid, your knees buckled underneath your voice and you fell to the forest ground, desperately gasping for air to fill your lungs.

Shikamaru yelled out your name, but you could barely hear him in all the panic you were feeling. Blood was rushing to your ears, making Shikamaru’s voice almost inaudible as you with your back against the ground, your eyes staring up at the trees as your vision blurred with tears.

“Breathe,” Shikamaru told you, placing his hand on your shoulder to rub it in circles to get you to calm down. “You need to breathe, (Name). Calm down.” His gaze traveled over to your wound, and while the wound itself was not life-threatening, the knife appeared to have been poisoned. No wonder you were reacting like that.

Ever since his sensei and father died, Shikamaru never was the greatest at calming people down in a difficult situation, especially when they were hyperventilating as you were. “Somewhere in the bag is an antidote, (Name), but until I prepared it, you need to breathe, okay?” He could see the tears rolling down your cheeks and the panic so clear in your eyes, and yet, he couldn’t help you in any way.

As quickly as he could, Shikamaru began rummaging through the bag in search of an antidote, specifically the two vials of antidotes given to him by Konoha’s very own poison specialist before the mission began. As soon as he found it, he was confronted with another problem: Which was the right vial to give to you?

From merely seeing the knife, he couldn’t tell what kind of poison was coating it. On the other hand, he couldn’t pull it out either in fear of you bleeding to death as soon as he did so. His heartbeat began increasing, anxiety pumping through his blood as he considered his options.

You felt like your whole body was on fire by now. Pained screeches pushed past your lips, tears falling from your eyes as your body spasmed on the floor, you crying out in pain. Your gaze was set on an unsure Shikamaru, the raven-haired man in a situation he had never been confronted with before, and in spite of his undeniable wit, he found finding a solution rather difficult.

“Help… me…” You could barely speak, your throat scratchy and voice coming out in a mere pained whisper. Your breaths came out erratic and without a pattern, as though you were clawing for air to enter your lungs.

You couldn’t die like this! Not only was this a mortifying way to go, in front of the now man you’ve crushed on as a child, but also rather pathetic. You wanted to die a happy death, after managing to confess your feelings to someone you would consider to be the love of your life. You didn’t want to pass on with so many regrets, things you wished you had done sooner.

Maybe back then you just should have taken the leap of faith and confessed to Shikamaru, told him that you liked him.

By now, you also couldn’t tell anymore what was going on. Your vision was completely blurred from all of the tears streaming down your face. You could only hear Shikamaru scrambling around you, moving constantly and muttering inaudible words under his breath. You only regained somewhat of a sense of orientation as soon as a needle penetrated your skin, making you hiss loudly.

“It’s going to be alright.” Shikamaru told you, another attempt to calm you down.

You nodded, unable to speak a word of confirmation. Wholeheartedly, you believed in the genius as your body began to calm down a little. It felt like you could breathe again, air entering your lungs. That was, at least, until everything went to shit again.

Out of nowhere, you began crying again, your body feeling as though it had been set on fire another time. You convulsed, screeched, and let out noises of pain, returning to a state worse than the one before.

“Shit,” Shikamaru cursed, taking in a panicked breath. “Why isn’t this working?” He wiped the layer of sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand, attempting to clear his mind to think.

He could distantly remember what the poison specialist had once taught him during the war, the words somewhat saved in his brain, words he never recalled before. “These antidotes work best if the poisonous object is removed from the body. Some poisons flare up when in contact with the antidote, so remove the object if the first dose doesn’t work. Just be careful while doing so.” And while it was dangerous to do so, it appeared to be the only way to save you.

“Pull… out… knife,” You told him as though you had been able to read his thoughts, gasping for air after each word. “Trust… you.” You were well aware of the fact that there was a chance that his Jutsu would not work, that you would bleed out here, poisoned on the floor of the forest, but something told you to trust him.

The last time his mind had been this close to falling apart into shambles had been when hearing his father speak to him, death coming closer to the man. His heartbeat had increased drastically and blood rushed in his ears, he could barely focus on anything but his father. The same could be said for when Asuma died, Shikamaru’s heart feeling as though at any moment it may break apart.

At that moment, Shikamaru knew that as soon as he managed to bring you out of the life-threatening situation, he would confess his feelings to you one day. He couldn’t lose a loved one again, it would hurt too much. He refused to give up on you.

They say third time's the charm, so he should be able to save you. If the saying held any truth to it, you shouldn’t be the one to die in his arms or continue to suffocate as by now your hands were beginning to desperately claw at your throat.

Your only hope would be now the bits of medical ninjutsu Ino had taught him in case of an emergency. He was regretting not having listened to his blonde teammate more intentively than he should have.

Shikamaru carefully wrapped his hand around the handle of the knife so he could pull out it. You hissed as he did so, a noise that made his wince. “I’m going to pull it out now, alright?” He attempted to create eye contact between the two of you, but your eyes were filled with too many tears to even get a hint of your surroundings. “One… Two.. Three.” In one pull, Shikamaru pulled the knife out and threw it beside you.

There was only one antidote left that he could give to you, but first, he had to close the wound with medical ninjutsu. His hands were shaking more than he wanted them to, your crimson blood splattered across them. Shikamaru set his growing panic aside and hovered his hand above the wound, using each and every technique Ino ever taught him. His hands were beginning to glow a mint tone after he pushed his chakra into them, his body feeling weaker during the process. His technique may have been the ideal one to use, but Shikamaru knew that what mattered most was that it worked. As soon as he saw your wound close up, however, he knew that every side effect would be worth it.

A sigh of relief escaped both of you as soon as the wound was closed, no more crimson blood escaping it.

“Next time, you really should wear your vest.” Shikamaru joked, barely able to catch his breath. His skilled fingers were already working on putting the other antidote together to use it.

You let out a pained laugh, coughing afterward. While every limb in your body was still burning, the combination of the knife being removed and Shikamaru’s medical ninjutsu did wonders and had you feeling like you could breathe again.

Seeing this side of Shikamaru was… new and quite frankly, also exciting. If it weren’t for the fact that you had almost stood at heaven’s door just now, you would most likely be swooning.

“Now breathe, I’m going to inject the antidote,” Shikamaru said, carefully positioning the needle above your skin. His other hand rested near the wound to keep you still. “It’s all going to be over soon.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, doing your best to not only keep still but also to ignore the uncomfortable sensation stemming from the injection. Both proved themselves to be difficult to do, your breathing still labored as the antidote made contact with your bloodstream.

The relief you felt was instant. Finally, you could breathe normally again, your body no longer feeling as thought it had been set aflame. Your chest rose up and down as you breathed in even breaths, given the opportunity to calm down from your high emotions. Curios, with your fingertip you dared to explore the wounded skin of your throat, but as soon as you touched it, you let out a pained hiss.

Shikamaru’s hand immediately came to envelop your own, keeping it away from the wound. “Let me see,” He said in an unusually calm and kind tone. “I’ll put some ointment on it, so it will heal.”

With remaining tears in your eyes, you agreed wordlessly.

Shikamaru worked the ointment onto your skin in silence, not a single word coming from him, and neither from you. With each breath you took in, his gaze would flicker upward to meet your eyes, checking if you were still alright. Only after a nod of confirmation, he would continue, his fingers shaking noticeably as he rubbed the ointment onto the wound.

“Thank you, Shikamaru.” You were able to croak out, your throat still feeling raw from all the screaming you did.

Shikamaru shot you a smile, one that instantly had your heart beating faster against your chest, heat rising to your cheeks. “Thank you for trusting me, (Name),” He allowed his body to fall onto the forest floor right beside you, sprawling out all of his limbs as his body calmed down from the emotional high he experienced. “And for not dying on me.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “I would never. I’d feel too bad,” Your gaze flitted over to Shikamaru, taking in his exhausted form. “Plus, who else would have annoyed you then?”

The raven-haired brushed over your last comment. “I should have protected you better. As your teammate-”

You raised your hand to interrupt him, but not without letting out a cough. “It wasn’t your fault, I jumped in front of that knife. I’m sorry, Shikamaru.”

He let out a relieved chuckle, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “At least neither of us dying anymore,” He turned his head to look over at you, smiling. “What a mission.”

“Yeah, what a mission,” You echoed back, lost in the mesmerizing sight that was his eyes. For all these years, you had thought of Shikamaru wrong, and now you were mourning the wasted time. “Friends?”

Shikamaru blinked, for a moment not comprehending what you meant. But then, he nodded. “Friends.”

It was only small progress, but the third time after Shikamaru left such an impact on you, you knew, it would change your life for sure.

#naruto imagine #gender neutral reader #nara shikamaru #shikamaru nara x you #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara #shikamaru #nara shikamaru x reader #nara shikamaru x you #nara #angst #and a little bit fluff

[ryuichirou]

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I spent all of my replies writing time on that boob post yesterday, so I couldn’t write anything else lol so let’s catch up a little bit!

Anonymous asked:

it's okay to have small boobs, Ortho, because the thighs are the boobs of the legs and damn those thighs

(this is related to our previous reply)

Thank you for sharing your wisdom, Anon. You are so right. Ortho’s thighs are legendary lol be it the AI Ortho, the human Ortho or any other kind of Ortho…

hipsterteller asked:

I guess Floyd knock him out

(this is related to this art)

What can I say 😔 F in the chat for Idia

fate-muse-club-house asked:

I love how scruffy you draw Savannaclaw rook

My friend says he looks like a dog(in a cute way) his hair looks so fluffy

Ahh thank you so much!! <3 I’m glad you like it lol your friend is right, he is a fluffy creature in a serious need of a dog grooming appointment. Vil is going to take care of that…

Anonymous asked:

If your art was a food it would be a gourmet meal

I want to eat and savour it

This is so sweet, thanks a lot!! I wish I could make gourmet meals… I’m very happy my art gives you this type of vibe :”) <3

Anonymous asked:

So I had a dream last night that Ortho and Leona were having sex but instead of it being this sensual thing Ortho was using cat toys to tease Leona into acting like a cat while he was being railed

And yet again our Anons prove that they have the best dreams 😭 WHAT A COMBINATION, WHAT A SCENARIO.

Honestly? Ortho could. He already fooled Leona once, and with his infinite internet knowledge about handling cats and his curious and adventurous nature, he absolutely could. Leona would probably get the biggest “what am I doing with my life” moment of clarity afterwards lol

Anonymous asked:

I was looking through your blog and my friend was looking over my shoulder and called Ortho the shota robot and for some reason I found that extremely funny and started laughing

LOL Anon your friend is telling it as it is. This is a perfect way to describe him… 😭

Anonymous asked:

I keep thinking of Idia and incest content and I have to say that he is not just a consumer of incest content he is the biggest dealer of it

Oh no. He was found out. ORTHO, DELETE EVERYTHING---

In all seriousness, I would like to hear Idia’s take on incest content. It would be so juicy…

Anonymous asked:

Can you imagine how much Jamil would lecture Kalim if he walked in on him sex with Silver while he was asleep?

Kalim: But Jamiiiiiiil! Silver said it was okay!

Jamil: I don't care if he gave permission! Do you know how badly this could hurt your reputation if someone found out and spread it around out of context?

Kalim: Why should I care about other's opinions of my sex life with Silver?

Everyone cares, Kalim!! Can you imagine the taglines?! Of course everyone cares!.. Especially Jamil, apparently. So instead of telling Kalim to at least lock the door when he does stuff like this with Silver, I’m going to tease Jamil for being so jealous lol

Anonymous asked:

I apologise if anyone has asked this already, but do you guys ship "idekei"? Cater x Idia? Basically, Extrovert x introvert, lol. 

Replied here, Anon! :)

Anonymous asked:

genuinely what do you think happens if idia's hair gets wet...

It’s magical fire, so who knows? According to Hercules, Idia would get bald; but we personally like to give his hair fire some water resistance. Of course it would still react to water, but not go away completely.

nopekido asked:

Mind giving us some Floyd x Riddle headcannons, especially some NSFW ones?

We actually have a couple of posts about them! It’s been a while since our last hc post about them (sfw and nsfw ones!), but I can’t come up with any new ones yet… So for now, I hope you enjoy these.

Just some headcanons (regular ones + Prison AU)

The one about FloRid meeting each others’ parents

The one about their first time

The one about Floyd going in heat

The one about Floyd eating Riddle out

The one about Floyd sharing Riddle with Jade

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[therianonymous]

thank you for this blog, this has been itching at me for ages and i'm glad i can actually type it out somewhere.

i feel very disconnected from from the therian and otherkin communities because of the way i'm my animal, suffice to say. my nonhumanity is deeply linked to mental illness, trauma, personal experience, what have you, and because of that i have a hard time fully connecting or even saying i AM otherkin or therian because i ultimately feel more just nonhuman than either of those.

the thing is though, despite not having delusions or even experiencing psychosis as far as i'm aware of, honestly i'm not sure, i find myself much more easily relating to clincal 'thropes and i feel awful about it. i'm not apart of that community, and i never EVER want to infringe on it because i don't belong there. i hate that i feel this way because i know a lot of younger therians or otherkin will go to them going "i'm just like you!" which very rightfully upsets them. they're not the same in the slightest. i'd HATE to even remotely sound like that because that's just incredibly disrespectful.

i know in experience i'm much closer to therian and otherkin than anything else in the nonhuman community, but i feel so disconnected from them. there's just a relation to clinical 'thropes and i feel ashamed that there is. i don't know if it's because of how my nonhumanity is so intrinsic to my mental state or what, even though that makes no sense. accidentally infringing on communities like that that i am not apart of is just not something i want to do, i respect them deeply and don't want to cross boundaries.

i feel like an alien and an outsider in the nonhuman community and it i hate it, i don't wanna step on anyone's toes but i feel like i don't belong anywhere. it's odd. sorry about this being a bit long, if you or anyone would like to comment go right on ahead.

i'm glad you (and so many others!) enjoy this blog. personally, i don't really relate to clinical 'thropes all that much, so i don't really want to speak for them. but i know a lot of other nonhumans that feel the same way that you do. it can feel like no one takes your animality seriously unless you're diagnosed with something that proves it.

here's where i would give you a word of advice; but i don't really have one for this in particular. my only say is to "find a community that you can relate to!" but... that's obvious, isn't it?

i suggest maybe speaking to some clinical 'thropes directly. they will probably give you much better advice than i ever can. in any case, thank you for sharing, and i'm glad you could be here. :)

#.confession #clinical lycanthropy #therianthropy #otherkin

[vinetwine]

do you think its realistically possible to fit anyones ideal type? like not idols but personally I dont think i have ever been anyones type and im not tnat fussed anymore if i dont date i dont date but i do wonder what it would be like from time to time then i think nahhh thats ridiculous never going to happen. so for idols it must be a tad harder for them to find exactly what they want in a person for a partner?

i mean their popularity will help for sure but in terms of actually dating them, having to sign NDA's and try to keep it private must be tough really, its 2024 and idols still cant freely date without backlash or hate of some kind and i have read that bts fs will get more hate than other groups welp. thats why in a lot of ways im glad its not me

in terms of looks or fashion style i think its hard to actuslly find what you like and stick to it without getting bored as well? for instance hongjoong is very very specific on his alternative look and seonghwa seems to like rich classic looks again would be hard to keep up with on a daily basis. idk again aesthetics arent my thing anymore or never something i found appealling. i get every other personn has a particular style but i wouldnt spend so long trying to look good 24/7

i mean for college i once wore the same black trousers all year and my classmate would spend an hour just to get ready, her bag would match her outfit snd her nails would match her hair or makeup and so on. isnt it really too much effort at some point to keep up with it?

i tried makeup but it just makes my skin feel and look more gross. idk i think theres still much pressure to have the right face and body in todays society thus making it harder to actually fit anyones ideal type. i mean even if we say we dont care for latest trends deep down we still do bc its ingrained in society yaknow? its so normalised to want to be pretty rather than to have good personality. sadly most idols are glamorised or sexualised for their body anyway rather than anything else so idk i have mixed feelings on these subjects but its still interesting to discuss esp with idols having such a public image. i mean idols can look good in almost anything if i were their fs id feel insecure honestly bc they are very attractive and talented people.

what do you think? sorry for my rambling and love your blog btw <3

🍷 ...

realistically i think it is possible but only to some degree. for instance one's personality.

i myself have been in a circumstance where someone's personality sounded exactly like my ideal type and my personality sounded like theirs [not a celebrity].

physically might be a bit harder. a specific face is very hard to replicate. i feel for the most part it would be one or the other. but i also feel it can still happen if you are not picky and do not expect a carbon copy.

yes i agree there is a lot of pressure. but for idols it is their job and part of their image. and for others they may simply enjoy it. i know some people that find it to be a hobby. if it is not your thing there is nothing wrong with that. i myself am similar. i very rarely dress up because i am a homebody.

i would keep in mind my readings are never to be taken too seriously [not targeted just a general comment]. but thank you for sharing your thoughts nonetheless. i like a discussion as long as it remains civil.

#🍷 #belle.

[eyeofhurakana]

Holy crap... Nearly all the fluff fics hit 100 notes. Wow…

Thanks so much, everyone! Honestly, I’m pretty stunned. I just got back from vacation and this was a very pleasant thing to come back home to. Plus all the comments and reblogs were fantastic to read. XD Ya’ll are a great bunch and I’m happy to be here. 

Soooo it’s that time again~! Response time!  

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@avast-me-alien XD You are so funny. Oh my gosh. And thank you for your words! I’m super happy to hear that my writing helps sate that Sampo Koski Itch. I am delighted to make even more as this game carries on. 

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@avast-me-alien Absolutely! I will ensure that you are well-fed, fellow Sampo admirer.

@https-jjessica Ahhhhhh... I want to tag you but Tumblr won't let me. What in the world...? And thank you so much for the compliment! *swells with happiness* Now if I can just figure out how to tag you... Do you have another tag that I can use to notify you? (I get the feeling that Tumblr will magically work after this posts, but just in case... if it doesn't tag you, then let me know. I'll do my best to fix it on my end.)

From Chapter 2 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together”

@mleegi Thank you!! Plus, bless your kind soul for your patience. I am still rehashing the final chapter. I’m so darn picky. I’m sure it’ll come to me soon enough. It’s gotta have the Koski flare before I give it the green light to post. =D

@rebeccawinters I’m so happy to hear that! Ahhhh! I hope the final chapter meets expectations. Thanks so much! 

From Chapter 1 of “Unlike Fiction”

@baby-lisuga I will! I'll make a post for everyone being tagged when I get the chance!

@rebeccawinters Daaaang. The keyboard spazz response is always a great compliment. XD I’m glad you are enjoying him. 

@haliyamori YEAH. I KNOW. I’m the one writing this and even I’M MAD. Tsk tsk, Gepard. TSK TSK.  

From Chapter 2 of “Unlike Fiction”

@lunasun Oh my god. I know, right? I gotta make a mini blurb where the reader just squeezes his exposed hip, catching him by surprise. Oh, and about getting kidnapped… Honestly, any time spent with Sampo is time well spent. Worth it.

As for why the reader isn’t with him anymore… Well, that’ll get explained soon enough. But I’ll be nice and drop a hint. “What does Gepard have that Sampo does not?” If you can answer that, that’s pretty much the reason. 

@hansel-the-pierrot Yessss. I always love hearing these comments. He’s so perfect. This is why I can’t stop writing him. XD UGH. He’s just so much fun. The fact that he’s so easygoing is great.  

@eugeeneshwed No problem! I gladly contribute to the Koski cause and feed my fellow Sampo admirers. Heavens know that ya’ll need it. 

@https-jjessica For real. I was just doing single pulls on the regular warp and was stunned when he came home again. Now he’s eternally in my party. That DoT is no joke. 

@rebeccawinters *spazzes* Ahhhhh! Three comments!!! This is like getting a 5 star in one pull with no pity! Oh my gosh! Thank you!! I’m so glad you like him as well as the fic! It’s such an honor to make people obsessed. XD It truly is. As for having a tag list, I'm working on it and I'll definitely have you added on. I'll make a separate post for it too so everyone can see where they stand on the list. And oh my god, you are such an amazing fan. Being blog-stalked for updates is like... the ultimate compliment. <3 I can't stop feeling so giddy now. Thank you very much for this.

@helloyuki Awww. Of course. I’m glad you liked it. =D

@worriedvision Awwwwww!! Thank you for the endorsement! Whoo! Definitely got a smile out of me.

XD AHHH! I thought the same thing! But that’s what makes him wonderful, eh? Always keepin’ us on our toes. 

Me too. Ugh. This man won’t leave my head. Though I bemoan this with an endearing tone, of course.

Anywho, thanks so much to everyone that commented, reblogged, or even just remembered to poke that little heart button. Seriously, you're all wonderful and I hope that we can all run around HSR's universe with E6 Sampo Koskis.

#hurakana replies

[leonsliga]

GIRL I AM SO FUCKING LATE IM SO SORRY

but FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS MI AMIGO!!!🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

i hope you had such a wonderful time with your family friends and that you enjoyed your party getting tipsy and all that stuff! just want you to know that we LOVE LOVE LOOOVEEEEE your blog and gifs so much it brings sm joy to me and everyone else 🥺 as well as our chats and the stuff we talk about 🤣

you’re my fav mutual and person on this blog!

again happy birthday girlie

GIRL YOU DON’T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE AT ALL 💜 MUCHAS GRACIAS CORAZÓN!!

You are too sweet, seriously!! I definitely had a good day, and you sending me belated birthday wishes was honestly great, because it made me feel like my birthday isn’t over yet 🥹 and thank you so much for everything you said!! You know it means the absolute world to me that you love my blog, and to know that my gifs and posts bring joy to other people brings joy to me :) I always look forward to our convos and you never fail to make me laugh.

You were (and still are) my day 1, and my favorite mutual on tumblr. I love you so, so much and I’m so glad we met on here 💕 thank you so much!

Also, you know me too well girl; sending me all of my comfort people is the perfect way to spoil me 😭🥰

#nora <3 #fav tag #mentions #my asks

[ughgoaway]

hey!!! idk how to do this being honest but who cares. i'm not new here (reading, at least) but i never I decided to write here in the box.

anyways, i really love your work 🤍 i spent a few days reading the teacher's au at midnight before going to sleep, crying and dying dying of tenderness because of the scenes i read.

so well, you're one of my favorite writers. idk if the requests are closes but have you ever thought about about a time when girlie is with annie and matty bathing the dog and it's a warm family atmosphere? and maybe then go to the park and play as a family

and well finally i want to ask you how you deal with writing and publishing because I want to start doing it but I'm a little scary hahaha

love, x

🪐

omg hi my love!!! I am very honoured to be one of your first asks, that is so cool!!

I'm so glad you're enjoying my teacher au, it's crazy to me that people ready anything I write!! I love the especial fluffy and tender stuff, so im so happy you are liking it too <33

oh my god, thank you so so much for saying I am on of your favourite writers, that means so much to me. you are so sweet!! i can't say enough how much readers like you mean to me, your kind words are such a massive motivator for me.

also, my blurb requests are always open and I will work on your idea tomorrow!! anything involving mayhem is my favourite, and the chaos that will come from the Healy family trying to wash him will be so funny to write. thank you for the amazing idea!! I can't wait to write it hehehe.

posting fics can be so nerve-wracking, but it is so rewarding too! I posted my first fic in April last year, and it has just been the most fun since. if you want to give it a go, I would definitely suggest it. People here are so lovely and encouraging!! as for how I deal with it, I find it much easier because my real life is so separate from this blog. I see it as a creative outlit for getting all my thoughts out, and I try not to take it too seriously. but it is very scary to post your very first fic, I think as long as you prepare yourself for the good and the bad, you'll be okay! and, more writers are always welcomed with open arms, and our little community would love to have you :)

feel free to send in writing in my ask box if you'd like! but honestly, starting a blog and just chatting shit is so much fun- I would highly recommend! can't wait to hear from you again lovely <333

#you are so sweet!!! thank you for being so nice <333 #i really hope you give writing a go my love! #its so fun #i would recommended it to anyone thinking about it :) #also washing mayhem is such a good blurb idea #🪐 anon #anon! #teacher au! #chatty asks!

[dalishthunder]

Happy valentine's! It's me smile anon :]

It's been a really really long while and I planned on replying much sooner but in short: college life and depression. I'm not back to full power yet, but getting there and I absolutely had to leave a message on valentine's day since I missed new years.

I've been around since the GEO days and I've even interacted before, just never left anything that indicated I'm the same person hehe. That fic and universe will always have a special place in my heart. I binged the whole thing in one day when it was one chapter away from being finished and I laughed and I cried and the ending left me warm and satisfied despite not being into cronus at all. I've read that fic entirely for the humor, the emotions, the dynamic between two characters you've beautifully constructed (and made me gain a new appreciation for, cronus-wise. still a goober, but your take really fleshed him out), and for the background characters who got their own depth and interiority that it made the story's universe come alive. It's one fic that really touched me and I think even affected the way I approach my own creative projects. And then I proceeded to scour your blog for every other thing you've written and have been hiding in your (tumblr) backyard, occasionally whispering 'yippie' ever since lol

Anyway back to what we're both here for, GoG:

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READER GOT TO WEAR A CAPE AND A MASK AND BE COOL AND BE TERRIFIED!!!!!! I N E E D TO DRAW THAT AS SOON AS I'M OVER MY ART BLOCK

READER GOT TO (ATTEMPT) KILLING SOMEONE ("INDIRECTLY") :D!!! I was wondering when it will be coming to this and yup. Here it is. With Ramattra basically going "Point and I'll kill them" as a show of trust/respect lmao. I am really excited to see how this plays out, if there will be any casualties on their side. How that would make them feel. If it would be difficult seeing themself the same way again after asking for something like that even knowing the person they ordered killing wouldn't think twice about the suffering they'd inflicted. I'm also worried about what will happen when Talon figures out their real identity...

This project started as a two parter and look where we are now. I'd leave a longer more in depth comment but my brain is pretty fried rn ashsh. Just wanted to let you know I'm still here finding joy and comfort in your writing, and thank you for sharing it this valentine since we're celebrating the love and all that :3 Hope you have a good day today!

SMILE ANON MY BELOVED!!!!

Happy Valentines Day!!! Oh my god thank you for sticking around so long! And I'm so glad you enjoyed GEO enough to stay for the ride ;u;

writing GEO was honestly such a huge emotional experience for me beginning to end. It's... one of those ones that will probably stay with me in my heart forever because it was the first big thing I wrote in... a good 9-10 years, and it was filled with a lot of heart (not that my other stuff isn't, I do pour my heart and soul into my other works, but GEO was special to me yknow?) So I'm really glad that you enjoyed it so much

And that's so touching to hear that it's kind of changed the way you view your creative endeavors!!!! At least I hope it's in a good way haha ASLDKJFASLKDFASDFSDF

AUUUGHGHGHOOGHGHH IF YOU DRAW THAT I WILL BE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT OH MY GOD

And yeah baby's first murder... Ramattra is so proud

But in all seriousness there's gonna be a lot of emotions in the next chapter and I'm so fucking pumped for it... (if my hands and brain would cooperate and type)

I hope you also have a wonderful day!

#dalish mail #a game of go #good endings only

[ex]

Thanks for answering! :) So, basically, I'm not a big fan of actually creating an account on social media, instead more of a lurker I guess? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I blame paranoia and anxiety. If anyone were to ask me if I had an insta/twitter/snapchat/etc, I honestly tell them I don't have any. However, I have considered Tumblr, I'm just not confident enough. I do have blogs I follow/bookmark, but sometimes I use the search bar to look for content of my fav fandoms/characters. 1/

(continued from first ask) Tumblr's really accessible for me to browse compared to other social media. There's even no interruption (login wall) for looking through the content (ex., archive, notes) of a blog. Back then, I was too scared to send asks, but the community's just so welcoming I became more sure of myself to send a message. Overall, I enjoy my experience in Tumblr, which is why I was upset at the login wall while scrolling through a tag. It may be hellsite, but it's a hellsite I'm loyal to, in a way. 2/2

Thank you for sharing this, it's really helpful to see where you're coming from. I understand (and also have) anxiety around data-gathering in Big Tech. My hope is that Tumblr continues to work toward similar goals as organizations like DuckDuckGo, Brave, and Firefox (has made big improvements in recent years to contain trackers and communicate about what's tracking you).

Tumblr does have to turn a profit, however. And for now, as we work toward make Tumblr sustainable, that does mean ads. This is also why you're seeing more login areas. We collect much less on you than other social media, as evidenced by some of our historically wacky ads. We do also offer the option to go ad-free, which directly supports the site (and...removes the ads).

Obviously, you are free to use Tumblr as you are comfortable, with or without an account. However, I am going to take this opportunity to list out some of Tumblr's privacy-focused features (with some links to help articles for more deets!).

If you sign up using your Apple ID, you can hide your email address from us, for further privacy.

There are a number of blog privacy/visibility settings, letting you control when, where, and if you want to be visible to others, both on Tumblr and outside of it (like in search engines).

You can create multiple blogs within one account, each of which can be private and password protected.

You can create private posts, visible only to you.

You can keep your Likes and Followed list private, visible only to you.

You can turn off replies to your posts, and restrict who can message you to only those blogs you follow.

I'm sure I'm missing some, and more are being built. One more thing Tumblr has going for it is that most users have pseudonymous accounts, meaning their Tumblr is not connected to their real identity and prefer it that way. Which, according to science, creates a more stable community! I myself have other accounts & sideblogs for my obsessions and for lurking, not connected to this one (nor would I want them to be 😅).

Your privacy concerns are real and apply across tech. I can't promise that our current or future privacy features will alleviate all your concerns, but know that we take this seriously, and messages like yours help paint a more complete picture of what people want from Tumblr. It's immensely helpful, so thank you. My ask box is open if you have more to say.

I share your sentiment of being loyal to this hellsite, which is why I wrote so much to answer your message. I hope this sheds some light on recent changes. In any case, glad you're here, in whatever way you're comfortable.

#quastion #tumblr dot com

[lutawolf]

Luta ~ ❤️

First ~ I just have to say love your blog!!

Second ~ Question for you since it’s Pride Month and I feel that you maybe able to understand my question more than some…

I have seen so many different flags for Pride Month but I’m not sure which Flag colors represents me.

Example while I have only been with someone of the opposite gender (as I haven’t been in many relationships in the first place) I never would rule out the possibility of being with someone who is the same gender as me. Is there a flag you think I should “claim”

Sorry in advance if you feel uncomfortable with this question but after reading your blog I trust your opinion.

Hey love! 💜💜💜

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoy it, and I'm sorry to everyone that I haven't been writing as much. Things have been crazy, and I haven't felt passionate lately. But know that I'm always here for you guys if you need me. Honestly, supporting others, helps me. Sometimes you get to know yourself better by helping others. That's just how I am.

Bisexual Pride!!! It's not based on physically being with someone, it's based on attraction. If you've felt attraction for both males and females. You're bisexual.

But seriously, happy pride to everyone!!!

However, if you are saying that you haven't felt attraction for a same-sex person but aren't like straight people who feel they couldn't. You feel you could but haven't yet experienced a situation where you have, then that is a demisexual. I consider myself demisexual towards men. People who identify as demisexual only feel sexual attraction to someone after they've formed a strong emotional bond with them.

Hope you found this helpful, and thank you so much for writing to me! 💜💜💜

#luta question and answer #luta talks