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satoruhour · 8 months

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THE RACER!JJK MULTIVERSE ˙⊹༺

“ask any racer — any real racer. it don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. winning’s winning.”

I. THE INTRODUCTION — JJK MEN AND THEIR CARS now, of course we can’t start this off by not introducing their rides! below are the cars that i’ve chosen for the boys, although they might not be as accurate in vibe or looks. this is all in good fun!

☆ gojo’s 1999 Nissan Skyline R34

☆ geto’s 1997 Mazda RX-7 Veilside Fortune

☆ nanami’s 1968 Dodge Charger

☆ toji’s 1969 Chevrolet Corvette Sting Ray

☆ sukuna’s 1966 Ford GT40 Chassis P/1046

☆ megumi’s 2001 Nissan Silvia S15 Spec-S

II. YOUR RELATIONSHIP it’s the 2000s and the height of illegal street racing is at its peak. amongst the frequents racers and spectators, there’s always a few that stand out with their upgraded NOS’s and sleek paint jobs, but more so because of their unmatched aura. it’s just that you never thought you’d be at the centre of it all, too, smiling over at your little racer boy from the passenger seat ♡

GO! / warnings: essentially car sex & pet names & unprotected sex for everything, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, public sex, geto listens in on a call, riding, implied p → v penetration, implied creampie / breeding, implied threesome w/ stsg (gojo), clit stimulation, handjob, semi-public sex, p → v penetration, doggy, geto asks and then takes a pic of you, creampie / breeding (geto), praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, pleasure dom nanami, squirting, clit stimulation (nanami), age gap (reader’s early 20s, toji is forty), oral (m receiving) while driving, facefucking, semi-public sex, clit stimulation, daddy kink, implied p → v penetration (toji)

REWARDS FROM A RACER / sukuna joins the fray! / warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink

LATE NIGHT DRIFT / megumi joins as well! / warnings: general, fluff

LLOROMANNIC / elaboration on racer!geto! / warnings: virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex

III. HOW DID YOU MEET? maybe you already knew the other, or maybe you didn’t, but either way you didn’t know fate had plans in store for you when you stumble across the racer, twined together by crankshafts and other... suggestive things!

first meeting / warnings: general, some fluff, suggestive in nanami’s drabble

IV. RELATED WORK perhaps you met them in a different way, or things didn’t work out — below are an assortment of fics that dictate a different way your life with our racer boys may have went. you could say it’s works that are canon-divergent!

alternate! how did you meet? / warnings: general, shitty boyfriend, some crude language on toji’s part

flag girl!reader series / a work in progress!

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sebcosmothetransguy · 17 days

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can we talk about how truly awesome aroaces are?

you peeps/creatures are so amazing, and are so valid. so brilliant and so diverse and incredible.

for those of you who aren’t entirely loveless, you don’t NEED to be entirely loveless and don’t need to not want to be a relationship. you’re aroace enough.

you’re aroace enough. you can love your friends incredibly, make them gifts, shower them in platonic love letters, remind them how much you love them, give them the love that they deserve and need, hold their hands. you can love your qpp with strong emotion, cuddle with them, brush their hair out of their eyes, kiss them, be buddies for life, be besties for life. you can love your alterous partner with immense power, hold them close to your chest, kiss away their tears, remind them about how stunning they are, ugly laugh with them, be friends but in the alterous way. you can love your besties or your blood family in the most strongest, dearest way, you can encourage them through the tough times, lift them up again when they’ve fallen, take care of them when they’re sick, remind them how much worth they have, never give up on them. and you’re all still aroace enough.

you can be romance-favorable, you can be sex-favorable. you can be romance-indifferent, you can be sex-indifferent. you can be romance-repulsed, you can be sex-repulsed. you can be a mixture. you’re aroace enough, no matter what.

you may not mind when someone assumes you’re in a romantic-sexual relationship with your friend, qpp, or alterous partner. or you may get upset/feel invalid/feel unseen/feel uncomfortable by it. you’re aroace enough, either way.

for those who are loveless, i don’t know much about you, not as much as i want to know, because you peeps/creatures are so cool. but i know one thing: there’s nothing wrong with you. no matter what society says, what other aroaces even may say, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. you don’t need love to be human. you don’t need love to exist and be happy in life.

you’re content with yourselves, that’s absolutely wonderful. you’re content and happy without any love, that’s incredible.

you peeps/creatures are so amazing, and i appreciate your existence so much.

for those who are on the aroace-spec, not oriented aroace, not strictly not experiencing romantic and sexual attraction, those who are aroace-SPEC, you are aroace enough.

the demi-aroaces who adore their friend and then adore them in a different way. not everyone is like you. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the fray-aroaces who adore strangers so fondly, who sometimes wish they could adore them for longer. you don’t have to adore them for longer. you can adore them for as briefly as you do. you are not a “slut” or emotionally immature. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the aroacefluxes who adore their partner sometimes, then not as much another time, then not at all, then in a different way, and keep switching. who adore their partner in the same way for too long and think they’re faking it. you are not faking it. you are not indecisive. you are brilliant. you are different, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the aego-aroaces who want nothing to do with romance or sex in real life, but are content with the stuff in their minds. who are content with stories of romance and sex. you are not faking being aroace, you can enjoy something in theory but not want to participate in it. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the cupio-aroaces who desperately want a romantic and sexual relationship, but do not experience romantic and sexual attraction. who feel like they’re letting their partners down for not experiencing it. who feel like they’re missing a part of themselves and have no idea why it’s gone. you are not missing a part of yourself, you are not letting anyone down, you are enough as you are, and you don’t need to be repulsed by those things. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the (light and dark and in-betweens) gray-aroaces who feel as if they don’t belong anywhere, who feel as if they’re letting their partners down by not feeling enough or not feeling it frequently enough, who feel confused about how they feel and can’t decide what they want because of that, who feel they don’t feel enough for a partner, who feel they feel too much to be aroace. you are so belong somewhere. you belong with us aroaces. you don’t need to feel the same as allos to have a partner and love that partner and you don’t need to feel it every minute of every day to have a partner and love that partner. it’s difficult not knowing things but it’s okay to not know and be okay with that, you don’t need to know to be valid. you don’t need to feel the same way allos do, you DO feel enough for your partner, there should be no description for enough. you don’t feel too much to be aroace, you ARE aroace, you’re not faking it, you’re not making it up for attention. you’re different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the electio aroaces who question if they’re really aroace every day because they want relationships and connections and companionship. you are not faking it, you are not seeking attention, you ARE really aroace. you do not need to feel any tertiary attraction to crave those things. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the aroacespikes who question every time they have a spike if they’re honestly their label. you are not making it up. you are what you are. you are aroacespike. you do not need to be one or the other. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

the encie aroaces who keep questioning if they’re really aroace since they DO experience sexual and romantic attraction, but just in this specific way. who are confused about how the attractions work and differ. who feel upset/sad/guilty for experiencing the attractions not automatically or “as easily” as they feel they should. you are valid, you ARE really aroace. you do not need to experience it right away, it is okay to need to know the mind of the person first. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

to those with aroace identities that don’t match up, or are super unheard of, or those who have just started questioning if they’re aroace. you are valid, you are seen, you are appreciated. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

to those aroaces who struggle with intrusive thoughts or are aroace because of trauma, you are valid and seen and heard. you are aroace enough. you are not faking it, you are not seeking attention. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

to those oriented aroaces who love being who they are because they have not yet met hate or because they have found a way to love themselves through it all or because they have found a way to love themselves after experiencing hate. you are wonderful people and i’m so happy that you’ve found peace for yourselves. i’m proud of you for making it on through the hate.

to those oriented aroaces who hate being who they are because they are going through the hate and are tired and wish nothing than to be allo. you are wonderful people. and despite what society has told you, it is okay to feel these things and there is nothing wrong with you, you are human as you are. i hope that your situation gets better, and i’m proud of you for hanging on through.

to aroaces who are aroace because of their neurodivergence, you are valid and are seen and are heard. you are not faking it, you are not just confused. you are valid. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are valid. you are aroace enough.

to aroaces of all kinds, you are amazing, brilliant, wonderful people/creatures. and you are queer. you are queer enough. you are aroace enough. you are different from allos, that is okay, you are seen and heard and valued and valid.

i appreciate all of you so much.

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eyobis-andthe-bunnycats · 1 year

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Hey I love you! Since my buns were so well received last year, I’m rereleasing them at a larger size. Show off your Aromantic Spectrum Pride with a rabbit, convenient for this year of the rabbit too!

[ID Start: Four icons of various aromantic spectrum identities’ flags all with “aro-spec as heck” curving around a binkying dark brown dutch rabbit. First is the Aro-spec flag: green, light green, off-white, light navy, navy. Second is Aro Ace; orange, yellow, white, light blue, blue. Third is Allo Aro; green, light green, white, light yellow, yellow. Fourth is the Aromantic flag: dark green, light green, white, grey, black. /End ID.]

Free to use! No need to credit but you can if you want. This link will take you to the Non-SAM, Loveless, Demi, and Grey Aro flags. This one is for Aro-flux, fray, orchid, and cupio! And this one for akio/lith, aego, abro, and angled aro ace. More to come throughout ASAW 2023. DM or send an Ask for an aro flag request!

#pride flags #free pride icons #aromantic #aromantic spectrum #ASAW #rabbits #alloaro #aroace #image description #b-k describes #aro-spec as heck

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ghosthunterbuck · 1 year

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these tangled threads

(buddie) (2.3k words) (6x11 spec) i've been back for five minutes and immediately decided i needed to write some spec fic so uh, here we are, have some coma!buck :)

Evan picks at a loose thread on his sleeve and stares at the screen in front of him. His latest in a long line of temp jobs has him feeling disquieted. Even more lost than usual, somehow. He wonders if it isn’t because he’s back in California.

It’s been years since he graced the west coast with his presence, and it’s hard to explain why he’s back now.

It certainly isn’t for the work. Digitizing old files might be the worst job he’s ever had, and that includes the summer he spent digging drainage ditches in Florida.

He’s felt restless, though, as of late, an itch beneath his skin that he can’t seem to scratch. Evan pulls at the thread again and a little more of his sleeve unravels. He lets the red string dangle and returns his attention to the file in front of him.

June 22nd, 1985.

Evan sighs quietly and flips the folder open. He arranges the sheets nestled inside by color. Red for fire, white for police, yellow for medical. He pulls the stack of red towards him and begins the process of painstakingly typing in each detail all over again.

Twenty years of files and he hasn’t even made it through the first.

…

He’s just begun working on the 26th when there’s a soft knock on the slightly ajar door to his closet-turned-office. A young woman pokes her head in and immediately wrinkles her nose.

“Wow, I don’t think they could’ve found a darker room to put you in if they tried.”

“It’s uh– it’s… fine?” Evan ventures.

The young woman snorts and pushes the door further open, allowing a small sliver of natural light to stain the carpet.

“I’ll have to ask Eddie to find out for sure, but I’m pretty sure this is a fire code violation,” she says with a wry grin.

Evan smiles, a little cautiously. “You’d know better than me,” he says, tapping the file in front of him, “my knowledge currently ends in 1985.”

The woman chuckles softly. “Anyway, a couple of us are going to grab lunch from the food truck across the street. You want to get out of this cave and come with?”

Evan bites his lip and glances at the stack of files to his left.

“I’m May, by the way,” she says.

“Evan,” he replies, but even as he says it, something about it feels wrong. Like the shape of his own name is unfamiliar to his tongue.

“Come on,” May says, backing out of the room but leaving the door wide open, “you’ll go crazy sitting in here all day.”

Evan stands before he’s consciously made the decision to do so. “You’re right,” he says. “Can’t stay here forever.”

…

The food truck reminds him a little of a postcard Maddie sent him a few years back, a generic one with no location and no return address. It’s funny, the way she’d flipped the script on him when she finally left Doug.

He hasn’t gotten a new one in a few months, but who knows if the long string of forwarding addresses he’s kept is still intact.

There’s a small group of blue and maroon polo-clad individuals huddled beneath a large beach umbrella nearby, and May leads him to them.

“Hey guys! This is the new temp Sue mentioned yesterday, Evan,” she introduces him.

Another wave of discomfort hits him and he frowns a little. He tries to wipe the expression off his face before anyone catches it, but at least one of them notices. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Evan,” May continues, “this is Linda, Josh and Eddie.” She points to each of them in turn.

Linda and Josh both offer him a warm greeting, but Eddie simply nods. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and a seemingly permanent furrowed brow, and Evan finds himself picking again at his frayed sleeve under the man’s scrutinizing gaze.

Evan wants to look away, but finds that he can’t.

The moment seems to stretch and pull into something more akin to molasses than time, slowly crystalizing into a shape that feels recognizable. Evan feels the urge to reach out, the inexplicable need to pull Eddie to safety.

Eddie’s phone rings, and the moment shatters.

“Excuse me,” he says, and Evan would swear he’s heard that voice before.

…

By the time Eddie returns, Evan’s halfway through a taco and a story about his time as a ranch hand. The others seem interested enough, but Evan’s boring himself. He knows how the story ends – another place he couldn’t stay, another set of fraying loose ends.

“Have we met before?” Eddie suddenly interrupts.

Evan’s certain they haven’t, certain he would remember if they had, but there’s a nagging sensation in the back of his head that begs him to reconsider. “I’m not sure,” he says after a moment.

“On a call, maybe?” Eddie presses.

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I’ve never called 9-1-1,” he says.

Eddie shakes his head impatiently. “I’m not a dispatcher,” he says. “I used to be a firefighter, though.”

An image flashes through Evan’s mind. It’s Eddie, but he looks younger. Or – maybe younger isn’t right. Less burdened. His posture is straight and he’s wearing turnouts and a warm smile. He has the look of someone who’s settled in his skin, someone who knows exactly who he is and isn’t afraid of that knowledge. He’s so incredibly familiar, but Evan knows they haven’t met. Not in this lifetime, anyway.

He shakes his head again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think so. I haven’t been in LA in years.” Evan feels like he’s lying, even as he knows he’s telling the truth.

Eddie’s lips twist into a small frown, a painful expression Evan is suddenly desperate to wipe away.

“Who was on the phone?” he blurts.

The question works, and Eddie’s frown fades into something closer to a tired smile. “My son,” he says, “Christopher.”

“Whoa, you got a kid?” Evan’s voice seems to echo in his own ears.

Christopher, he’s seven.

And super adorable.

“One that’s growing up way too fast,” Eddie says. His tone is light, but the guilt in his expression says everything he doesn’t.

He doing okay?

Better than me.

Evan turns his attention back to his frayed sleeve, and realizes it isn’t just one string, it’s two, tangled so tightly together he’s sure they’ll never unwind.

…

“Buck,” someone says, and Evan’s head snaps up so fast it hurts.

There’s no one there. He’s alone in his dingy longstay motel room, picking at a plate of microwave lasagna that makes him wish desperately that he’d learned how to cook somewhere along the way.

The room shouldn’t feel silent, not with the buzzing air conditioner and thin walls, but it does and it’s oppressive. Evan flips on the TV and hopes it’ll be enough.

A red headed reporter fills the screen, and something like anxiety twists in his chest. He reaches for the remote but freezes when the image changes.

“...three alarm blaze that displaced multiple families was extinguished early this morning by multiple teams of firefighters. Incident commander Robert Nash commented at the scene.”

“Our team performed admirably tonight. We just wish you were there with us.”

Evan’s brow furrows and he sits back, watching as the camera pans to two paramedics bandaging the arm of a young firefighter with dark skin and a pained expression.

…

In the morning, a postcard from Maddie arrives.

Strangely, the image on the front is of a small, nondescript house with three pairs of shoes set neatly by the front door.

Evan flips the card over to read the inscription.

We miss you. Please come home.

There’s no postage, and no return address.

Evan shivers and grabs his hoodie from the bed. It’s only when he pushes his knuckles through the end of his sleeve that he notices his two strings have turned to nine, all varying degrees of tangled, though none as long or as tightly woven as the first two he’d noticed.

His head aches, and he wishes more than anything he could follow Maddie’s instructions.

Home though… he doesn’t know where that is.

…

Evan finds himself at the pier with no memory of how he got there. It looks familiar but wrong, dotted with rides and attractions he knows are long gone. He looks to his left and finds a young boy staring at him, no older than eight.

“You ever think about what you want to do with your life? What you want to be when you grow up?” the boy asks him.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Evan replies.

The boy ignores him and continues speaking. “I hope you do find something you love,” he says.

“I did,” Evan replies instinctively. He hesitates. “Or I thought…”

The boy looks at him, and suddenly he’s older. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. The doctors can fix you.”

Evan gasps and stumbles back. There’s a roaring in his ears. He turns just in time to see the wave that swallows him whole.

…

What am I supposed to do if you– you promised, Buck. Chris needs you, and I–

…

Evan sputters and coughs until a river flows from his mouth. He’s standing in a bathroom, in front of a mirror, covered in blood.

The strings from his tattered sleeve wrap around his fingers now, difficult but not impossible to distinguish from the horrible stains on his skin.

The door behind him swings open, and a man walks in.

Immediately, Evan is comforted, though he doesn’t know why.

“Everyone’s out there,” the man says. “Waiting.”

“Why?” Evan asks.

The man frowns.

“I was just the guy standing there when it happened,” Evan continues.

“I need you to open your eyes, kid,” the man says.

Evan blinks– once, twice, and he’s back in his office.

…

The door swings open.

“None of us are better off, you know,” a woman with a shaved head says as she steps into the room. “I know you think it sometimes, but we’re not.”

“I don’t understand,�� Evan says.

“Bobby’s a wreck. And Eddie… I’ve never seen him react like that to anything. Reminded me of you, actually.”

“You know me?” Evan asks, feeling more and more desperate. The walls around him feel like they’re closing in.

“Point is, we don’t work without you. So I’m going to need you to wake up and come be a firefighter again, okay?” The woman turns on her heel and leaves.

“Wait!” Evan calls, but it’s too late.

He blinks again and finds himself in the middle of a grocery store, clutching a box of cat laxative to his chest.

…

“Buck?” A man asks, striding towards him. He’s wearing a firefighter’s uniform and has a scar in the middle of his forehead. “Man, what are you doing here,” he says. It doesn’t sound like a question.

“I'm just here to– to do some... some shopping,” Evan replies.

The man shakes his head. “This isn’t right,” he says. “It isn’t supposed to happen like this. You need to come home.”

“I want to,” Evan whispers. “I don’t know how.”

The box falls from his hands, tearing at the red strings that no longer seem to come from his sleeve but from his skin instead.

“Maddie’ll be back soon,” the man says. “She stayed with Jee overnight, but she’s on her way now. I know you’re not going to wake up for me, but maybe you could wake up for her? She needs you.”

The man claps Evan on the shoulder and spins him around, and suddenly he’s face to face with the sister he hasn’t seen in years.

…

“Maddie!” Evan cries, throwing himself towards her. She catches him in a tight hug.

“I miss you, little brother,” she says sadly.

“I’m right here,” Evan says.

“What happened to you,” Maddie whispers.

Evan shakes his head. Tears begin to pool in the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know, Maddie. I’m scared.”

…

He’s flatlining again!

Ma’am, please step back and let us do our jobs.

That’s my brother!

And we’re doing everything we can to save him.

…

Evan gasps awake in his motel room, alone again. Or maybe– he was alone the entire time. Just dreaming. It always feels so real.

The TV is still on, but now it’s the weather. A grim meteorologist addresses him.

“High winds and rain are in the forecast tonight, but the real danger is the lightning. Shelter away from tall trees and poles, and whatever you do, don’t go climbing any ladders.”

Evan shudders. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He’s in danger.

The door swings open, and Eddie walks in.

“Buck,” Eddie says, and though it isn’t his first time hearing the name, it’s the first time he understands that it’s his.

Buck stands.

“You have to open your eyes,” Eddie says, “okay? You have to.”

“I’m looking right at you,” Buck says softly.

Eddie shakes his head and the meaning is obvious. You’re looking right at me, but you still don’t see.

“The doctor’s,” Eddie says shakily, “they say you might never wake up. But I don’t believe that, Buck. I know you. I know you better than they do and I know you’re not going to give up on us like that.”

Buck reaches out on instinct and lays his string wrapped hand over Eddie’s heart.

In an instant, it all comes rushing back to him.

“You have to wake up,” Eddie says.

“I’m trying,” Buck gasps.

“You have to, because I can’t do any of this without you, Buck. I don’t want to.”

Buck remembers the moment lightning struck him. He remembers the moment before the pain, remembers feeling, just for a moment, like he might be immortal. He remembers Eddie crying out his name.

Eddie’s hands encircle his, and the red string tangles them together.

“Please, Buck,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “Come home.”

With a herculean effort, Buck squeezes back.

#911 #buddie #fic #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #evan buckley #911 spec #911 spoilers #abbie writes #userceecee

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jack-kellys · 1 year

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racetrack in uksies!!

well guys! i did it- i finally started paying attention to the newsie i was pretty sick of for a while! and i was generously rewarded. here is some stuff i observed from josh barnett's racetrack higgins:

disclaimer: racetrack, in the script, is quite literally only noted as "RACE, a little tough guy". there is no one way to characterize him, and no features about him are universal/should be universally accepted beside what he says.

that said. this mf is a damn little tough guy!!!

his place as one of jack's main two lieutenants (the other being crutchie) is a lot more solidified in how he acts around the other boys, he certainly comes off older and more in charge

king of new york has him singing out from downstage to the audience as all the chaos (swinging from lamps...tapping...spinning and shit...) he incited occurs behind him. like it is his song this time which is cool, and makes sense- he's the last "original" (sorry davey) leader left that the newsies can look to and it shows.

his trio consists of specs, albert, and himself it looked like. sometimes finch but that's for more lighthearted moments. they all have trousers and not knickers, signifying their older age, and they frequent the aisles together. also specs is definitely some kind of leader based off of what he does in the show and his demeanor.

race and al are like...the soakers. they are picking fights or mocking fights when they are together LMAO.. at the gate when the headline goes up albert is like Right Up At It to make the delanceys rattle the bars to make him step aside (no one else does this). race and al also imitate jack socking the delanceys with crutchie's crutch, al fake punching race in the gut and race making a face lmfao. they also together circle around the delanceys when they're shoving crutchie around.

^something i've noticed every time but only now clocked as intentional: race's cap is the only one, out of everyone's, that has a ripped seam at the brim. it's frayed, it's been there a while, it's intentional as hell. this kid's a fighter, and he's literally rough around the edges. love it SO much omfg

another fun thing about this race: he. fucking. does. not. like. davey. for the entirety of act 1.

"hoi poloi" is mean. he says it at davey instead of around him to the boys at the circulation center. tbh the newsies in general give davey a sort of sus once-over when he mentions having a mother, but race is leading that charge and like... not for laughs exactly?? idk it felt like more at davey's expense.

race gets fucking pissed at "well if you look, and see brooklyn, then they're with us!" he pushes davey's chest and says either "don't be smart with me/right now." I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS. it is everything to me– it shows how short race's temper can be when he's stressed, pushing it onto davey– because davey got them all into this, didn't he? so what right does he have to make jokes right now, especially about brooklyn, whose backing would ensure that davey's idea of the strike wouldn't get all of them beat into the ground? (because. let's face it. of course race is going to blame davey and not jack.)

while davey is singing his piece of seize the day, race confers with jack, and (this staging was sooo good for woodside last night) points at les, who is standing right in the window between where race and jack are standing a ways away from the kid. like a "why the fuck did he bring the kid here". race definitely thinks that davey doesn't understand who's really at stake here, which is so.. protective<3.

king of new york is like a mini arc for them. at the top of the song, daveys still at the center table, race is there too, and like. he punches davey's arm. of which davey is literally like "ow", and then rubs at it through... half the whole song. what's funny abt him getting hit then is that he sings his lyrics pretty soon after, so it's like a literal push from race to get more involved (since they're the only two leaders left). as davey does get more involved, messing around with les and involving him w/ the rest of the boys, race warms up to him a lot more and their last time near each other, race gives him a smile and ruffles davey's hat. atta boy, if u will.

i think race's general refusal to trust davey with his boys is just so. fucking sick. race can trust him with the strike inner workings if jack does, crutchie actually is shown talking to davey a lot more than race and trusts him via that, and jack trusts him because jack refuses to leave anyone even remotely like his boys behind (and he recognizes they need someone like him if they want to succeed). the four of them r so. intimate to me.

but. what is also quite fascinating to me.

is that everything i've said so far about the lack of trust, the hot-headed nature, the protectiveness... y'all know who we usually 'assign' those traits to, right?

spot. conlon.

like this race is like.. if 92sies spot was in the musical..mixed w/ 92sies race LMFAO!! and you fuckin know what? i loved him for it. i have always loved characters like that, i think they're fun, very... greaser vibed, hard-hitting, etc. this spot is almost more ready to hit than protect, and the holding out on the strike therefore seems like manhattan/jack needs to prove himself to brooklyn vs. spot having to look after their newsies first.

anyway yes congratulations to uksies racer for making me enjoy the character again!!!

FUN FACT: earlier this week, someone was. literally on their laptop during. the fucking show. in richmond, which is p close to the stage. so during one of his exits, he went up to the person and said like "close your laptop. that's fucking disgusting." josh>

#slay josh barnett always #newsies #racetrack higgins #race newsies #racetrack newsies #newsies uk #uksies #analysis #fizz freaks #newsies cast #spot conlon #i rly just. this is so interesting to me. because spot seems SO defined in our minds but like... no he's not. none of them are except like #jack dave and kath #anyway yeah. i think abt a lot how this like Is the best cast we've had. i hope yall get a visual boot i rly do. <3

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Doodle World Awesome Squad from my Mind Palace 👾👾

Design Explanation Paragraphing under the cut !!!! Where I really talk about the how and why of it all ^<^

So excited to post this !! I do hope ye all like it, I was super excited seeing people like/reblog my last post as I've felt a little awkward posting Doodle World art just due to not knowing anyone else who played the game eeeekk.. BUT these are my 'headcannons', I guess you could call them; for the main Doodle World group !!!

> Suzie : The shortest of the group at 5'2"!! Due to the body type used for her in-game, I have always pictured her as being on the bigger side!! Her hair is like a Jellyfish cut, if you guys are familiar with that. Or.. well that's how I interpret what is happening. And I think she looks totally cutieful <3 I draw her with blue eyes for reasons unknown to myself, I have just always given her blue. Her pants are worn/faded at the knees and slightly frayed at the end. Her footwear is closer to boots than runners!! She is in-game, shown to be closer with the player, and that stays to be true in my version of them also.. I think they would have matching friendship bracelets...

> Quincy : Second tallest at 5'7.5" [didn't originally care about the .5, until it was a way to one up the player]. Got rid of those awful glasses he wears... please take them off Quincy.. gave him regular white frames specs instead!! He is a little blind. Also grey-ish eyes?? Again no reasoning. Is on the slimmer side in my mind, not much muscle, because I believe he was a sheltered, rich kid who didn't have to do much- until this adventure, of course. His outfit also doesn't make much sense for travel because well.. I don't think he really expected all this running around we have been doing. His shoes are bright white, and his jeans look brand new. His shirt is pressed !!! ..He has grown on me a lot I can't lie, I never disliked him, though.

> TJ : Tallest of the group!! 6'0"!! He has always just felt tall to me.. maybe that is crazy. He has wider shoulders that sort of replicate his in-game model, as opposed to Quincy, I do believe TJ has worked out/exercised at times :P His outfit is more relaxed, I debated with sweatpants for a while, I do think baggy jeans suit but either or make sense to me. The knees of his jeans are slightly worn, his hoodie is definitely bigg and comfy, and his shoes are definitely made for maximum comfort and running around. Hair change going off model simply because I like this style a lot more, and I think it suits him really well, and then brown eyes !! He also has thicker eyebrows than Suzie and Quincy, no major reason I just think thick eyebrows rock !!!1

And finally, not really necessary;

The Player! Or in this case

> Jay : Standing at 5'7" to replicate myself, Jay is a mix of me and my roblox avatar in looks. She has broader shoulders, which are very much hidden under the baggy hoodie. She also has thicker eyebrows, matching TJ. His outfit is similar to Quincy's on the pure coincide of that is what my avatar was wearing when I first joined Doodle World and finding it funny, I've kept the matching rival outfits since. Despite the similarity to Quincy's clothes, Jay's are very much perfect for this adventure (the main reason being the jumper shirt combo is fake!! It is one item of clothing... he has been lying to you). The jeans are baggy, worn, faded, and fraying in places- but the extra pockets really do come in handy at times. Also a glasses wearer!! As I'm very much far from 20/20 vision.. and of course; train track braces !!! Let's goo !!!!

Well, that has been an absolute ramble session !! I hope that made sense if you did read all that. I mainly just wanted to explain how I see the characters and my reasonings, if any.. behind why. Especially if I want to post more artwork of them all :D!!!

#art #bluejayyz art #doodleworld #doodle world #doodleworld fanart #doodleworld art #doodle world roblox #doodleworld quincy #doodleworld suzie #doodleworld TJ #my headcannons #eeeekk so much funn

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athousandboxjumps · 1 year

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the newsies after the fight

AKA: me planning out headcanons because I want to make this into a fic. Also this is pure angst, you have been warned.

Race gets back to the lodging house first. Of course he does; the combination of long legs and adrenaline means he can run really fast when he needs to. There’s nothing he wants more than to smoke his cigar, but he lost it in the fray and even if he hadn’t, he isn’t sure he’d be able to light it with his shaking hands.

Albert doesn’t speak for a long while. There are a million thoughts buzzing in his head as always but for the first time he can’t form them into words. He just sits on his bed, holding onto Race’s hand for dear life. (Race is secretly grateful for this; he craves the touch just as much as Al.)

Henry can’t stop moving. Even though his ribs ache and it hurts to breathe, he fears the breakdown that will come once he stands still. Instead he floats between the newsies, checking in to make sure everyone is doing okay — or as okay as they can be. He needs to be useful right now or else he’ll completely shut down.

Finch is inconsolable. He can still hear Crutchie screaming his name. He could have turned back. He should have turned back. But like a cowardly little bird, he flew away. The others try to tell him that it’s not his fault, that there was nothing he could’ve done. He doesn’t believe them.

In spite of everything, Specs is thanking the world for small miracles. His glasses didn’t crack; his bruises are only minor; and as Romeo lies sleeping in his lap, he makes a vow to get up as soon as possible the next day and check in on Crutchie. He charts his course through back alleys and fire escapes to make it to the Refuge window without being seen. Right now though, he rests, carding his fingers through Romeo’s hair. Things are going to be okay, Specs would make sure of it.

Tommy Boy won’t let anyone touch Splasher. He finally got the poor boy to stop wailing in agony, and he wasn’t about to let some pair of untrained hands slip up and cause Splasher to end up in more pain than he already was. Instead, Tommy Boy gently wipes the blood from his friend’s brow and whispers soothing words. He places his rosary around Splasher’s neck; Tommy Boy has no idea if Splasher is Catholic or even believes in God at all, but he says a prayer of the two of them all the same.

No one hears from Elmer for a frighteningly long while. An unspoken trepidation that he had been arrested passes through the boys until Jojo silently appears at the doorway with Elmer in tow. He holds a prayer book, his face puffy and red from crying. What he’d said to the sister was right, it had been bound to rain sooner or later. He just hadn’t expected the torrential downpour of his own tears to finally bring him back to church.

Davey and Les come home to a terrified mother and a proud father. Sarah bandages them up, listening to Les’s every word about how things had been going so great until they hadn’t. Mayer jokes that now he and Davey have matching wounds. Davey doesn’t say anything. He can’t stop thinking about Jack.

Jack is nowhere to be found.

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satanprotectsme · 1 year

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The Girl in the Record Store - Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x Metalhead!Reader

Summary: Just having moved to Hawkins with your father, your family business finally opened, a small little record store in the middle of town. You weren't expecting to always be an outsider in this small town, but a specific long haired boy catches your eye.

Warnings for this chapter: Nothing! Just a cute way to meet<3

A/N: My first story! I see a lack of Eddie x alternative reader stories on this website so I thought I'd write one :) also I'm a naturally flirty person so the protag will probably be a little flirty.

Flipping over the open sign on the glass door, my father turns to me, a wide grin splitting his face. I giggle and finish hooking some shirts on the squeaky circle rack. Walls painted black with posters of various bands of assorted genres adorning the walls, I smile as I look over my work. Decorating the store was definetely a long task, but the thought of the store finally opening gave me a sense of pride. I make my way behind the register and check the time, 11 AM. I put Metallica's Kill 'em All on the record player next to me, and the music plays through all the speakers in the store.

"Damn, you did a good job at setting those up!" My dad yells from the back room. I brush through my lengthy, flowing hair with my fingers. My outfit is simple, a black Motley Crue tshirt and tattered jeans, fishnets cloaking my arms and legs beneath, and some old docs with frayed thread lining, also a leather jacket to protect me from the chilling bites the air conditioning sends through the air. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and look into the mirror I set up next to the register. I wipe down the counters, the specs of dust dance through the air like wisps. The bell on the door chirps, and I shoot up my gaze to see who's walking in.

"Welcome!" I grin, placing a box down at my feet. A group of three teenagers are our first customers. My gaze locks onto one in particular, into his chocolate brown eyes, my thoughts getting lost in the darkness. His long, scruffy, brown hair swaying a little as he walks towards the counter.

"Hey! This is a cool little store you have here!" The long-haired boy smirks. I scan my eyes over his form, noticing where his Dio shirt clings to his body, and I bring my view back up to meet his.

"Oh! Thank you!" I simper, brushing my hair behind my ear. His two friends had walked off to explore our selection, leaving the two of us to our own devices. "It's my dad's store, but he's in the back, he's wanted to open a record store forever," When I realize I'm rambling, I'm quick to cut myself off. He laughs softly, the sound releasing the tension from my shoulders.

"I was gonna say, you look a little too young to own a store like this on your own," He chuckles, leaning onto the counter; he looks up into my eyes. "You gonna come to Hawkins High this year?"

"Yeah! It's gonna be my senior year, what about you?" I gain a little more confidence, leaning over the counter a bit. Now we're at eye level.

"Well it's a little embarrassing, but I'm be in my senior year for the third time," he sighed quietly. "But this is going to be my year, I can feel it," he grins. His optimism makes me smile. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The nickname makes my heart palpitate, threatening to break through my ribcage. My breath hitches and I avoid his gaze, praying he didn't notice. When I tell him, he smiles. "Pretty," he croons.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I mumble the last word, his eyes move to the counter as he laughs.

"Eddie, Eddie Munson," he disclosed.

"Nice to meet you Eddie," I beamed. "Do you wanna take a look around?" I offer. He stands up straight, pushing himself off the counter. He looks me up and down, but I look away, pretending I don't notice.

"Why not," He hummed. "I'm sure I'll be here a lot though," he smirks. God, what I would do see that smirk all the time. He saunters away to where his friends were standing, and I couldn't help but watch him. The way the chains clung to his outfit sway, breaking the monochromacy of his all black outfit. The tattoos that sit upon his arms. I don't know what it is about him, a person has never made my heart beat like this, sent razor sharp chills up my spine. He laughs and jumps around with his friends and I can't take my eyes off him, twirling my hair around my finger.

After his friends paid and left, he stayed behind for a little while.

"Hey, when you come to our school, just stick around us, alright?" He sighs. "I don't know what kind of school environment you're coming from, but the kids at our school are very judgemental, and I don't want you to get harassed or... anything like that."

"Thanks! I'd really appreciate that," I grin. I grab a pen and write my number on the reciept that I'd forgotten to give his friend. "Hey, your friend forgot his reciept, you might wanna check if he wants it," I giggle. He looks over the didgets, and snaps his gaze up to me, searching the depths of my eyes for sincerity. I nod and he sighs into a smile.

"You know, I think I'll be keeping this, thanks sweetheart," He sticks it into his back pocket and turns on his heels.

"Anytime, Eddie."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #corroded coffin #st fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x metalhead!reader #metalhead #goth #fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff

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kitakami-kid · 2 months

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GWOHHH I GOT CAUGHT UP ON SCHOOL STUFF SO I FORGOT ABOUT THE APPLIN THING LOL- so here it is... almost 3 hours late, sorry!

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who joined again! It really makes me happy that anyone participated at all. I loved all of the submissions, but this is a contest so they will be ranked.

3rd place

@basilcatchup 🎉🎉🎉

I've said it before, but the composition of this piece is very good! They're all arranged nicely and all the applins seem to have their own personality. (I especially love the hydrapple to the right. He's getting silly and he doesn't even have a license!) The little speckles and textures are also a nice touch! Overall, pretty great!

2nd place

@symphonypikachu 🎉🎉🎉

This piece is so pretty! The characters are well proportioned and posed, the shading is great, and I love the texture! Adding a background definitely gives you extra points, and you did a really good job! Especially the sky, the different layers of blue and white are subtle, but beautiful!

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Before I get to the first winners, we should also recognize the other entries for this contest!

@a-plethora-of-midnight-roses 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I'd like to say that hydrapple looks sick as fuck with those choice specs. He looks like he's about to shoot a 252spatk all-out fickle beam with helping hand against a 0spdef/0hp level 1 noibat, guaranteed OHKO. Adding a Hydreigon to the fray is super cute since they're both little dragons who grow up to be hydras. Very silly :3

@thesillyexpresser (idk why but tumblr isn't letting me tag you so I hope you still see this lol) 🎉🎉🎉

@glitchpunkz 🎉🎉🎉

Again with the adorable art! I really love the implication that Kieran might've doodled the porygon-z on the league club white board, so this just takes it a step further. The facial expression, the shadows, and the other little things on the whiteboard make this very fun to look at!

So without further ado...

1st place

OHHHH.... I ADORE this fic! Watching those two idiots give each other signs and completely missing it despite doing the same things is very in-character. This fic is so darn cute, I think it would even overwhelm Lacey. I enjoyed this piece in its entirety, and you all should go read it!

CONCLUSION

It's been fun to look at all this art, and I hope you three winners enjoy your shiny applins! Let me know if I should do more shiny giveaways, and if it should be a contest or a raffle. Winners dm me so we can work out when these trades will happen. This concludes the shiny applin contest!

#long post #ApplinsToApplins #pokemon

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Because I love you!

Characters: Koko, Kazutora, Izana

Genre: ANGST

Writer: @ white-poppie

A/N: The phrase ‘the moon is beautiful’ is a code word for I love you.

≡ IZANA

Izana must have been sculpted by a greek god; his nectarine skin and ivory hair that moved cinematically under the fraying moonlight. Specs of stardust that seemed to fall down every time he moved his hair--he was truly ethereal.

The two of you were sitting on the ledge of some building in Shibuya. You couldn’t care less, not when your heart was speeding out of control.

Izana looked at you with hazy eyes, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if he was inhaling the air around you.

“You hair looks like its clad in star dust,” you whisper.

Izana let out a faint chuckle and leaned back on his elbows, “is it now?”

“Mhm,” you answered, while swinging your legs, “its so pretty.”

Izana sighed contently and closed his eyes, feeling the winter air prick his face.

“Izana,” you whispered heavily, “where do people like us go?”

Izana’s eyes opened and he looked at you, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, people like us, who have no where to call home; where do we go?”

“We build a home for ourselves,” he choked out, heart clenching with each syllable, “we make a place for ourselves. All those shattered Hopes will provide a stable foundation for the building of our dreams one day.

You sighed and looked at him closely, " M' scared Zana."

Izana helped your hand in his, tracing upon your knuckles, "why?"

"Don't fight Manjiro, I am so scared.." you said and you words were heavy and watery, "I know you are very strong, but I am just petrified at the thought of you getting even remotely hurt."

Izana gulped and cupped your face in his palms, "swear nothing's gonna happen to me, I'll return back to you, safe and sound."

You trembled as tears left your eyes," the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Izana felt as if his voice stuck in his throat he looked at you as if trying to figure whether he heard you correctly or not. Tears left his eyes as he vigorously shook his head, “yes, yes, gods it is very pretty!” He chanted as he littered kisses all upon your face

...Now as you saw the crimson decorating his starlight hair, you wished you had said the actual words, “I-love-you.”

≡ KOKONOI

You were lying on your back on the grass knolls in field, the soft fabric of the picnic mat gazing your elbows, you swong your legs. Kokonoi lay on his back eyes closed and head resting on his elbows.

“You are staring,” he said while his snake eyes fluttered open. You gulped and looked up at the sky.

“Something bothering you?” he asked, sitting up and leaning a bit too close for your liking. You took a shaky breath and mumbled a small ‘no.’

“ ‘S just that, I wonder if...you are over Akane yet,” you ask and look at him. A scowl adorned his features and you were suddenly scared.

“You out of all people shouldn’t be asking this question!” he shouted making your flinch at bite your lip.

‘Now is not a good time’ you thought, but when would it ever be a good time?

“ ‘M sorry Hajime,” you whimpered, “I know you loved her and you still do,” you smiled at him.

“what is with you today? "he growled and got up, "I am leaving."

"Wait," you called out and held his hand, "Hajime hear me out."

He looked at you at his heart hurt terribly at the sight of your tear- laden expression.

You gulped and looked at the ground, still holding his hand, “I love you, Koko.”

Hajime’s eyes widened as he snatched his hand away from yours, “What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, and Hajime felt his head spinning from the sudden confession and the guilt of it.

“It’s pathetic, isn’t it?” you laughed.

”I am in love with someone, who is in love with someone and that someone will never be me.”

≡ KAZUTORA

You were working in the pet shop with Kazutora, late at night, helping arrange the boxes of dog food.

You and Tora had never truly worked alone, Chifuyu was always there, lingering somewhere, but today he was ill and you two had to do his work too.

You really don’t know what triggered him...he probably looked at the picture of Toman founders on Chifuyu’s desk.

But boy was it scary to see the man you loved fall apart. Falling and tripping on containers like a confused animal.

“Tora! Tora stop you will hurt yourself!” you tried to hold him still, he struggled in your grip, writhing. Your heard pounded in your ears and at the same time hurt for him to see him so scared.

“Tora, please, please, shh its okay, we will figure it out, calm down,” your lips trembled as you uttered the words.

“No! Let me go!” he was moving like a worm in your hold now. You couldn’t leave him! You could already see the bruise forming on his hand due to bumping against the table, he would just end up hurting himself more.

“Tora! Stop! I love you!” you froze up as those words escaped your gullet, you had no idea why you said that.

“No you don’t! Stop lying to me!” his nails clawed on your arms and tears of pain escaped your eyes as you pushed him away, looking at your arms, it was as if a bear had attacked you.

“You are just here to act like a bitch, I don’t love you!” His words pierced you more than his nails could ever have.

A sob escaped your throat as you cried in pain. This seemed to have snapped him back to his senses. His eyes widened as pupils moved in panic.

“Y/N,” he said too gently, as if scared that his words will hurt you more.

Tears of humiliation, rejection and pain flowed down your eyes.

“I didn’t mean it!” he cried and fell to his knees, “I didn’t mean it, please I am so sorry! You are always looking after me, you don’t deserve to be treated like this, I am so stupid!”

“But you were honest about one thing,” you croaked out, “you were honest about the fact that you don’t love me.”

Kazutora didn’t respond, he just kept staring blankly at the blood that dripped from your arms.

His silence was enough of an answer.

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

Also Check out: L'appel du vide

Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

Taglist:

@sakinotfound, @denkis111, @jazzylove,@maybeleftoverjourneys, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp, , @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro @idowritingandstuff, @bakaface

Requests are open (*3*) Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)

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mourningmogaicrew · 1 year

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Presential attraction

Flags in order from top left to bottom right: presential attraction, apresential, apres-spec, demipresential, autopresential, fraypresential, cupiopresential, apresflux, aprespike.

Presential attraction: attraction based on wanting to know someone through their physical presence.

Presential attraction is the opposite of virtudinal attraction. This is a type of tertiary attraction (or physical attraction) and is not the same as wanting to know someone IRL or wanting physical contact/touch.

Apresential: not experiencing presential attraction.

Apres-spec: experiencing atypical or little presential attraction.

Demipresential: only experiencing presential attraction to someone after you form a(n emotional) connection to them.

Greypresential: experiencing atypical presential attraction (or relating to apresential experiences but not fully).

Autopresential: experiencing presential attraction to yourself (more than is typical). Examples may include wanting to spend time with (a version of) yourself or wanting to be in your own physical presence.

Fraypresential: experiencing presential attraction to someone when you first meet them or get to know them, but then the attraction fades after you form a stronger connection to them. The opposite of demipresential.

Cupiopresential: not experiencing presential attraction, but still desiring a relationship based off presential attraction or physically spending a lot of time with someone (ex: living with them or just enjoying their presence).

Apresflux: when your orientation fluctuates on the apres spectrum. Some people may become allopresential or completely apresential at times, others just have small changes in the amount of presential attraction they feel.

Aprespike: usually feeling no or very little presential attraction, but sometimes having (more intense) spikes of attraction before returning to baseline.

Flags are based off the original presential attraction flag (eyestrain warning if you click on the link), the demi/greysexual flags, the auto-spec flag, the fray/cupiosexual flags, and the aceflux/spike flags.

Also please note that there is a cool presential flag redesign here (eyestrain warning again) but I wanted to go even simpler/less like the original with mine.

Presential attraction (AKA tangible attraction) was coined in 2018 and the flag was made in 2021, this is just me making some subterms!

Flag IDs in alt text.

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dickarchivist · 4 months

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Hi! This one is for Phantom (Hello Sweetheart). What is your favorite thing about each person in your little family?

Phantom: ooooh hello Cyare~ delighted to hear from you ♡

My favorite things about my family, eh? That's... thats a hard one, if I'm honest. It's hard to narrow down, you know?

I think for Athena, it's just... kriff, its everything. She's funny, she's smart, she can definitely kick my ass. She's so kind though, I think that's my favorite thing, when it comes down to it. She's kind, to everyone, and everything, even people who don't deserve it. I bet if she sat down with both sides, the war would have never happened. She's the best little sister a guy like me could have ever hoped for.

Buir Dax, I love his fighter's spirit. He's down right terrifying when it comes to the battlefield, he's so fast and sharp and I'd strive for that if I was capable of it. He also takes the time to include me in Athena's training sessions, helps me fight like a jedi, helps me know how to fight with the best of em.

Specs' creativity is something I admire a lot. His photography is outstanding, always seems to capture the moment at just the right time. He's never taken a bad picture, at least that I've seen.

Ban's strength gets me. Not that he can dead lift 300 pounds like it was nothing, but that he never gives up. Uh... resolve, yeah, that's the word I meant. Big guy's never given up on anything, not even me, not even when he should have.

Ghost's one of the most fearless leaders I know. He can take any bullshit, hopeless situation and with one speech he'll have us all up on our feet and running into the fray with hope and vigor. He's the best man I know.

Wraith, kriff where do I begin with Wraith? This kid... he's so small compared to us, but he's never let that make him small, if that makes sense. He pushes us to be better than we are, to think, act, speak, with compassion and understanding. I think my favorite think about Rai is his heart. Yeah, that's it.

My favorite thing about Stone is when he's not around. Karkin' smug faced two bit back stabbing--

Phantom takes a deep breath, then smiles gently

I hate Stone.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #asks for grave squad #take it to the grave nye 2023 #clone oc banshee #clone oc ghost #clone oc specter #clone oc phantom #clone oc stone #jedi oc athena bello #jedi oc dax'malkin

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kazemi-archive · 2 years

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Sundrunk

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Pining (mutual if you squint)

Set in the same world and after the events of Succiduous

There’s a certain feeling you get after being exposed to the sun for an extended amount of time. The feeling is all dependent on what you’re doing in your time in the sun.

If you’re doing work in the sun for too long, it could be frustrating, exhausting, as your body refuses to cool down no matter what you do. It becomes irritable. You can feel your skin start to be sticky, each movement making your nerves fray a little bit more by the minute. Every spec of dirt or dust creating an itch of irritation spreading across your skin.

You despised that feeling.

However, if your time in the sun is spent doing something fun, it creates a little more of a blissful feeling. When the sun hits you in just the perfect way, soaking into your skin. Sometimes you can feel the tan lines developing—deepening.

The dizzying feeling of the heat of the sun on exposed skin and laughter filling the air. It left a tingling feeling, started at the top of your neck and seeping into your senses. The tingling slipped into your veins and spread through your body, numbing every warning thought in your brain. And every sip of water you took felt like alcohol seeping into your blood. It was the feeling of being drunk. Drunk without any alcohol. Off the sun and the laughter of your friends.

That was the feeling you had now. You were sundrunk.

It was your own fault really, for the position you were in now, stuck sitting on the edge of the pool in your new bathing suit, your mind completely blank.

“Yer droolin’.” You jumped slightly at the voice from behind you, almost slipping off the edge and into the water. After your heartbeat eased up, you turned to glare at the source.

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu.” You growled out at him. He gave you a bored look with raised eyebrows and looked past you where your eyes had previously been trained. Where Atsumu was currently drinking water as he chatted with Ginjima. You groaned as you trained your eyes back towards your personal hell.

Atsumu was shirtless, his swim trunks hanging loosely on his hips and you hated that Osamu was right. You probably were drooling. If this was a movie there’d be that annoying music playing as the camera panned with your eyes. From his muscled calved and his overly defined thighs. Thighs you could definitely find yourself straddling if you’d just work up the nerve. You trained your eyes on the way his shorts hung almost too low on his hips, where you could see the defined dips in his lower torso. Deep lines between his hips and his abs that trailed beneath the hem of his shorts. And god those abs, perfectly defined and flexing every time he laughed over something either he or Gin said. Your eyes traveled further up and watched as he turned slightly, like he knew he was giving you a show. You breathed in deeply as his back muscles rippled as he lifted his arms to take another drink. His body was still covered in water, drops gathering in the dips of his muscles and dragging down his skin.

His muscles in his arms bulged against his skin as he lifted the glass to his lips. You watched as his head tilted back, baring his throat. God why was is so hot the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as his swallowed down the liquid. You gulped in response, watching his tongue dart out to lick the stray drop that was left on his lips. He suddenly let out a loud laugh, a smile spreading across his face as he lightly shook his hair. His poorly bleached hair (you would never admit that dye job was your fault) was slightly wavy from the pool water and flung droplets away from him. God he was beautiful. You let your eyes fall again, traveling the bare expanse of his chest and imagined—

“Perv.” There was a soft snort and a camera shutter. You ripped your eyes away from their target quickly. Suna was watching you with a half-amused glint in his eyes as he slid into the pool next to you, hand wrapped tightly around his phone. “You should see how you look in this picture.” He laughed lightly and you glared at him.

“Delete it now, Suna.” You groaned and reached for the phone which he easily pulled out of your reach.

He hummed in thought before shaking his head. “Nah, I’ll keep it for later.” He held his arm above his head and watched as you jumped for it in a futile effort.

“Miysam.” You whined, looking to your best friend. “Make your mean teammate give me the photo.” Osamu laughed at you and shook his head lightly. “Useless.” You growled out and then dove for Suna again. You huffed when you missed yet again. “Whatever, I need to reapply my sunscreen.” You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself fully out of the water. “This isn’t over.” You pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes and stuck your tongue out at them both over your shoulder before continuing to walk.

The tingly feeling was something you were used to ignoring. But you were going to blame that tingly feeling for what happened next. You barely registered the feeling of your wet foot slipping out from under you, better processing the brief feeling of weightlessness as your body propelled backwards, your back wanting to greet the pavement. The feeling was so brief because of how quickly there was an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling completely.

"Hey clumsy." You pouted up at Osamu as he rolled his eyes at you. He pulled you up easily letting you collide with his bare chest. "Could ya try ta not die on us. We're tryna enjoy our day off." You tried to push away from his chest but he held you to him tightly. "Give it a sec." There was amusement in his voice that you couldn't see in his face. You could just see the small glint in his eye.

"What are you talking about?" You whispered harshly trying to wiggle free again. His fingers grazed across your side, brushing lightly over an extremely ticklish part. You let out a soft shriek and started to squirm more. "No." You tried to steady your voice but Osamu's fingers found your side again. "Miysam no!" You shrieked out another laugh and went to protest more when the brief moment was interrupted.

"lIl save ya, a/n/n," Atsumu's voice rang out from behind you. You tilted your head back and looked up at him standing behind you. He, however, was looking right over your head at his younger twin. Osamu had a light smirk on his face and Atsumu's eyes held that particular glint they got when he was ready to fight with his brother. You were suddenly pulled out of Osamu's arms and into Atsumu's. "Keep ya hands ta yaself, 'Samu." Your face flushed hot as you felt Atsumu's arms flex around you. The same ones that you had just been watching so carefully. The heat of his body felt much hotter than the sun.

"S'okay, 'Tsumi." You struggled to keep your voice steady as you looked back up to him. This time, he looked down at you and you nearly lost your ability to stand with how close and intimate you found this position. "I-um," you cleared your throat and twisted yourself out of his arms, facing him now, "I gotta go put some sunscreen on." You hoped that he would take your excuse to leave and that it would excuse the pink tint on your skin from his touch. Out of the corner of your eyes, behind Atsumu, you could see Suna briefly flashing you his screen, the picture blurry from your distance but you had no doubt it was one he’d just taken of you between Atsumu and Osamu.

"C'mon princess," your heart was too busy fluttering at the name that your head couldn't even register that it was what he tended to use when he was up to no good, "who needs sunscreen?" He let a puff of breath out through his lips and leaned down to your height, slapping one of his stupid smiles on his face. One of the ones you just couldn't resist no matter how much trouble it would get you in.

"I do." You said sternly, popping your hands onto your hips in protest. Someone had to be the mature one here and it would not be him. "M'gonna burn if I don't."

"Awwwww, c'monnnnn." He whined, folding his body to the side dramatically. "Come back ta the pool wit'me?" He painted a pout onto his lips and you felt your determination waver. "Yer not gon' burn." He saw your arms loosen from their posture and grinned at you brightly. "C'mon fer me?" He popped back up to his height and looked at you expectantly.

The dizziness came back to fill your brain and you groaned at your weakness, covering your face. "Fine." You mumbled out through your palms and heard him holler in excitement. You could picture him jumping up like a child who just got told they could have their favorite toy, and from behind you, you heard the coughed out "weak" from Osamu. You snapped your head back to give your best friend a glare over your shoulder but it was quickly replaced by a look of surprise as you once again felt your feet leave the ground.

You felt yourself tossed easily over Atsumu's shoulder and a scream involuntarily left your lips. "Back to the water!" Atsumu yelled with a laugh and started to run towards the direction you’d just left.

If you’d thought about it a little more you might've been embarassed that your ass was right next to his face. Might've been nervous he'd let you slip and you’d go falling face-first from six feet above the ground. Might've been flustered from the way his arm tightened around the back of your thighs, pinning your body to his. Instead, you let yourself remember that, first and foremost, this was Miya Atsumu. The biggest pain and annoyance of your life.

"Miya!" You shouted as he laughed. "Put me down!" You shrieked. "M'gonna kill ya!" You slammed your fist against his back but it really did nothing as he neared the water. The water that you had been avoiding getting in all the way. Because despite how hot the sun was, the water was cold. Very cold.

"Hold ya breath a/n/n!" Atsumu laughed and you felt his body lower slightly, preparing to jump.

"No!" You shrieked. "’Tsumi! No!" Your protests were too late though, he jumped and threw you both both into the water. Your body left his briefly as you became fully submerged. You felt your chest tighten up immediately at the freezing sensation that contrasted the warm rays of the sun you’d been feeling just a moment before. As soon as you forced your limbs back into submission, you pushed your way back to the surface of the water. You broke the surface with a loud gasp for air and a couple coughs. Atsumu was laughing about a foot away from you. "What the fuck!" You tried to hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat but were unsuccessful. You made it up to yourself by quickly splashing him with water.

"Hey!" He cried out as the water caught him in the face. He laughed none the less and suddenly you felt his hand wrap around your ankle and pull you towards him. "Wanna start a war?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes held a playful glint and his voice would've sent you sinking under the water if he hadn't been holding you up. The dizzy feeling returned, tingling filled your veins as the sun beat down on you, making the cold of the water more bearable.

You felt drunk, drunk on the sunlight that came from above you and right in front of you. The sunlight that left a pink tint across your flushed cheeks. You shook your head with a small laugh. "Yer gon' regret it." You quickly popped yourself above water and shoved him down with you, laughing as you both became fully submerged again.

The rest of the day was filled with laughs as you and Atsumu slowly dragged more of the team into your little war, breaking into teams at points and even pulling out the water guns. Every time you tried to leave the water to find your way back to your bag that held your sunscreen, you were held back by Atsumu's pouting and pleas. You were eventually so wrapped up in Atsumu's antics that you forgot all together. Even ignoring Osamu at points because Atsumu had flipped the floater you’d been laying on.

It wasn't your fault really. You blamed it on the sun. For the position you were in now, that is. Sitting on Osamu's bed as he smoothed aloe over your sensitive shoulders. You hissed at the cool sensation against the burning of your skin.

"Ya look like a lobster." Osamu snorted and you rolled your eyes like he could see you.

"I's not ma fault!" You whined, letting your head fall forward and hissing again as he rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot on the top of your shoulder.

"All cause ya can't say no ta him." You groaned and shook your head at yourself. "Went and got yaself the worst sunburn l've ever seen on ya." He laughed at you again and you reached back to swat at him.

"Stop hoggin' y/n all ta yaself, 'Samu!" Atsumu burst into the room with a pout on his face and you snapped your gaze over to him. You glared lightly, his skin was slightly tinged pink from the sun that day, but he was mostly fine. The sun had set already and you knew your sunburn wasn't even fully set yet but it was already burning. "Ya get 'er all the time! Share!" He whined and you glared at him. You would blame the sun for this burn. The sun and Atsumu.

Osamu moved before you did, throwing one of his pillows towards his brother. "Get outta here! No one likes ya." Atsumu went to yell back but Osamu's threw another pillow. "She's mine ya dummy!" Atsumu glared but slammed the door behind him when he left. You groaned and let your cheek fall against one of your hands, propping your head up from the grip. "When are ya gon' put him outta his misery and tell him ya love him?" Osamu questioned you as he poured more aloe on your back.

You sighed and tilted your head to look at him. "When ya gon' tell that girl ya like that ya wan' take 'er out?" You countered. You watched his cheeks tinge pink and laughed lightly at the look that was unusual for him.

“S’not like that.” He mumbled, scrunching his nose lightly at your words. “She’s jus’ funny.” You snorted out another laugh at his quiet voice. “Plus, you’ve met ‘er brother.” He shook his head at the thought, “he’d kill me.”

“I’ll kill ya if ya let ‘er brother stop ya from goin' after ‘er." You mumbled back. "I'll tell ‘im when you tell ‘er.” You tried to strike the deal with him but he laughed at you.

"Liar." He called you out and you sighed. He knew you too well.

"I know." You wouldn't confess. Weren’t ready to. Could never bring yourself to change whatever it was between you. Happy to save your playful moments with him. Happy to only flirt with him slightly when it was 3am and you were both sleepy and at risk of not remembering in the morning. Or for when it was a hot day, the sun beating down on you and forcing a tingly feeling through your bodies. Loosening all of your worries. You’d be happy to take any sunburn just to spend another day with him, drunk on the sun.

A/N: I thought this idea was cute and it’s been I’ve been trying to write it for like two weeks now, so naturally I’ve stared at the idea until it is no longer as cute in my head as it originally was but yk it is what it is.

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