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imarvelatthestars · 4 months

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E Ipo

Pairing: Tai x gn!Reader

Content: so much fluff that you might die and not a whisper of angst to be found (for once!)

suggested listening - E Ipo as sung by Tem himself

Sometimes all you can do is watch him. You study the slope of his shoulders through his shirt, the way his muscles move beneath his skin. You note the crinkles at his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks. You see a whole life detailed to you in his body, and you think you're the luckiest person alive.

"I love you," you tell him as you wrap your arms around his barrel chest from behind, bury your cheek in the blade of his shoulder, and inhale his scent.

He pauses his kaf-brewing to wrap one of his hands around yours, to guide your palm to the swell of his lips where he presses a kiss to each of your fingerprints. It's the same as it always is whenever he kisses you: your body thrills at the touch, your heart bubbles over with affection, and your entire face goes hot.

"E taku ipo," he rumbles in that gorgeous sandpaper voice. My beloved.

You smile and kiss his shoulder through his shirt. "No, you," you giggle, and he laughs in turn.

He's not fast, this old soldier. He takes his time now, chooses to enjoy the journey rather than to rush things as he once did in his youth, so it's a gradual thing when he shifts and turns so his back is to the counter and you are properly in his arms. He kisses you slowly. His hands roam your body, searching for what you never know, but they eventually find their home - one on your hip and the other grasping one of your hands - and then you're dancing.

Knees bump knees, socked feet knock against slippers, and the kitchen is quiet save for the sound of your four feet shuffling on the floor. He sings, though it starts off as a gentle hum low in his throat. Something soft and pleasant, something you think you've heard him sing to himself before, but you can't be sure.

"Ahakoa haere koe ki hea, māku rā koe e whai atu e."

It's been a long few months since he started teaching you his language. It sounds natural in his mouth, elongated vowels and elegant consonants that always seem to follow a rhythm you can never hear, a heartbeat somewhere in his chest that dictates the pattern of his speech. It's harder for you, but you try for him, because you know it means something between home and belonging.

Wherever you may go, I will always pursue you.

He doesn't know just how true the translation rings. For him, of course, you know he means it, but the words are just as true as if you had been the one to speak them.

"Ko tōku aroha kau tonu."

His nose brushes against yours as he suddenly spins you both in a circle, drawing you closer with his hand now pressing to the small of your back.

My love for you will remain.

Your palms rests flat on his chest for balance, for stability, for the comfort of him, but it drifts now to his throat, his cheek. Your thumb ghosts across one of his dimples and his smile deepens, and you swear it's like falling in love all over again.

"Tēnā rā, e hine, huri mai rā ki ahau e tau nei hei, utanga atu, e ipo."

And it should embarrass you how you flush when he tilts your face towards his, your chin tucked between his fingers. It should be embarrassing how he makes your heart race and your soul leap for joy, how a single look is enough to make you fall at his feet.

Please, my love, turn back to me now and I will commit myself to you, o beloved.

There's a moment between this verse and the next, hardly a second for him to breathe and continue on, but you make it last with a stolen kiss that lingers on both your lips. Tai smiles, his eyes fluttering as he seems to process the movement, the memory, the taste.

"Aue." He ducks his head down to kiss you again. And again. "Steal my breath away every time, sweetheart."

The song is forgotten. But that's alright.

You rest of your head on his shoulder and sigh, smiling. For now, what matters most is this moment with him, the rich timbre of his voice, the beat of his pulse through his sternum, your hand in his, his heart forever a part of yours.

prompt(s): music + "slow dancing with tai in the kitchen while he sings to you" from @arandomnerdsblog578 🎶✔️

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goslingtt · 3 months

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[txt; odd duck]; i have zero problems with this, in fact? i encourage it. really? because if we hury we might be able to make it by midnight? lol

[text] good, cause it's done. I thrive under time pressures, let's make it happen @sweavingtt

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the-local-oddity · 4 years

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Guess what I spent all night watching?

Legend of the Three Caballeros is so good! And that theme song is gonna be stuck in my head forever!

#you ever notice that the three caballeros colors match with hury dewey and louie?#the three cabarellos #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #fanart #art #my art #digital art #artistst on tumblr #disney #disney fanart

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purrsonaimagines · 3 years

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Face the Music - [ Akira Kurusu x Reader ]

prompt: The Phantom Thieves flee a rather difficult Palace early, but some sacrifices are made.

How could have happened so fast?

You were infultrating a palace of a pop-star in Japan, who manipulated those beneath her to ruin lives of other threatening her career. Though her palace seemed dainty and soft... It was difficult to manuver.

“Joker! What do we do?” Panther asked in a scared voice.

“I don’t think anyone else can take anymore danage...” She continued, glancing to where her friends were. They were all beaten and tired, trying their best to push through alongside their leader.

“We need to get out of here..” Joker replied with a determined nod, glancing over to everyone.

“You guys! We need to run!” He yelled, causing everyone to look up in surprise. Though as they overcame that, they all started to group up and fend off the smaller shadows as they began to retrace their steps.

“[CodeName]! How’re you holding up?” Joker asked, turning to your faltering form behind the running group. He tried his best to mask his concern, but you saw it seep through him like he was an open book.

“Could be better.” You replied with a smile, “But I’m gonna pull through. No sense in becoming dead weight now.” You chuckled weakly, clasping a hand over your aching side before forcefully picking up your pace to get to the front of the group.

Joker watched carefully before shaking off the ill feeling in his gut, also picking up his pace. Though suddenly, a heavy rumble in the palace caused a few thieves to lose their step. A few stumbled into something, and other fell. Though you stood up alone, looking at you weakened team mated in concern.

“W-What was that?” Ryuji stuttered out, his breaths labored as you all turned behind you in sync.

A large shadow figure was scrambling over, letting out a demonic yell. It’s body was deformes, and on all sides were heads of people’s careers who were ruined by this woman. Your heart sunk as you urgently turned to everyone on the floor, some still recovering.

“Go! Go!” You urged in a shout, helping Ann up before pressing them to run again.

You followed suit, taking quick strides as adrenaline now fueled you. You looked back, only to have your eyes widen once you noticed the creature getting closer. Hope filled your heart as you all sprinted towards the wide double doors, breathing heavy in uneven puffs.

Suddenly it let out another yell, and before you knew it something flew past you and into the wall. As you shielded yourself from debris, you couldn’t help but joticed the steaming residue on the burn mark on the wall. Your eyes widened as you kept your gaze focused on the monster. Though suddenly it let out the same noise, and this time it sent a ball hurdling towards Joker.

“Joker!” You bellowed pushing him forwards, sending him in between Ryuji and Yusuke.

You yelped once the shot met your shoulder, grazing it and leaving a sizzling burn. You fought the urge to clutch it with your dirtied glove, sucking in a breath as you struggled to stand your ground.

“[CodeName]! Let’s go—!”

Your breath was sucked from your lungs when something latched onto you, causing your to freeze up. Your widened eyes met Joker’s for a split second, catching their flash of fear, before you were sucked back towards the beast. You screamed in pain at the collision of your shoulder, the shadows of the beast curling and twisting around you.

Your shoulder ached as it slowly began to pull you into it’s shadowy abyss, leaving your hand outstretched for Joker. You hopelessly stared at everyone as they stood quietly, unsure of what to do. You panicked before grabbing your weapon, hitting the creature with it harsh. It let out a yell and suddenly you fell out of it’s flesh and onto the ground. You let out a grunt, and you hardly registered the hands on you, helping you up to keep going.

Your body entirely ached, as you hobbled to the door. You ducked as another shot flew towards you, gliding over your heads and into the door. Just as you reached the exit, Morgana became your getaway, and you all hurriedly climbed in. You couldn’t help but notice the shadow monster scurrying away now, just as You got into the van, your body hitting the seat.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Ryuji exclaimed, noticing your shoulder.

Your head weakly turned to it, only for you to let out a choked gasp at what you saw. The skin was dirty and caked with blood, along with the skin being burned harshly from the heat of the attack.

“You’re bleeding!” Haru exclaimed in concern, her eyes wide in shock.

“Jus’ a burn..” You slurred out tiredly, your head lolling onto Akira’s shoulder.

“We need to patch that up.” Makoto advised, scanning your wound.

“Mhm... I’l.. I’ll patch..” You mumbled, eyes fluttering open as you leaned forward for any medical supplies, but Akira’s hand stopped you.

“Rest. Please..” He pleaded with soft eyes, watching your weak gaze shift from his sincere gaze to the front.

You nodded slowly and shifted against the seat, your head falling into his lap. Soon enough you drifted off into sleep, calm consuming the car.

“She took a hit for ya.” Ryuji mumbled, elbowing the boy beside you.

“I know that.” Akira hissed, watching as Ryuji finched.

“S-Sorry.. It’s just nerve-wracking. I didn’t think that.. That we’d have to retreat, and I especially didn’t think she’d do that. Especially when she was already hurting...” Akira admitted softly, brushing a hand through your messy hair.

“Love makes you do crazy things..” Ryuji shrugged, looking out the window.

That was one thing Akira heard and agreed with all night.

— —

You groaned in discomfort against the creaky mattress, a damiliar scent hitting your nose. You opened your eyes slowly, relief filling you at rhe dark room, the only thing you saw was a desk lamp.

Your eyes followed and you saw Akira hunched over in his chair, soft snores escaping his lips. A small smile net your lips as you began to push yourself up, but a sharp pain in your shoulder made you gasp and loose your grip on the bed.

Your head shot over to Akira who suddenly shot up with a snort, his head darting directly at you. You both stared with wide yues, before he reached up to rub his and stand.

“You’re okay..” He breathed out in relief, hurriedly stepping over to where you sat.

“Yeah, I am.. Just.. My should is killing me..” You said with a chuckle, looking down at the wrapped wound.

Akira stared too, but remained silent. He cracked no smile, he just.. Stood. He was observing you, after being together for a while you’d know this. You sighed and reached out for his hands, holding the frigid appendages in your own.

“Whats on your mind, babe?” You mumbled, scooching back to let him sit down with you.

A pang of guilt passed his stare as he sat down beside you, a heavy breath leaving his nose.

“I.. I caused this.” Akira voiced, looking down.

“What.. Honey, no you didn’t—“

“But I did.. I was reckless, and I didn’t think ahead. I shouldn’t have let a member of the Phantom Thieves get hurt so easily when—“

“Akira Kurusu. Stop scolding yoursef, I mean it.” You growled out, swatting his shoulder lightly.

“I chose to take that shot, Akira. An besides.. It hardly even hurts anymore. I bet it’s just a scratch now.. It happened in Mementos, didn’t it? So that means-“

“It doesn’t matter where you got hury.. You still got hurt..”

“Akira..” You sighed taking his hand lightly.

“People get hurt doing what we do.. It’s something we accepted when becoming Phantom Thieves. I knew the risk when I took that hot. I made the choice, not you.” You explained in a motherly tone, reaching up to brush a hand through his hair.

“But you shouldn’t risk your life.. Not for me..”

“Akira.. You can’t always protect everyone. You can’t burden yourself always about other people...”

“Then what good am I?!” He said in a eaised fone, whipping his stare to you to reveal hos tears.

“W-What good am I...? If.. If I just c-cause more pain..” Akira whispered with a soft cry, causing you to frown and take him in your arms.

You pressed his head into your shoulder, rubbing soothing motions into his back as you held him tight.

“Akira.. Sometime, it has to be about you. Other people do not determine you and your worth. Do not limit yourself to those around you.”

“Now I want you to stop blaming yoursef for my short comings. It was stupid, I know. But would you do the same?”

“Yes, of course I would.” He answered softly.

“Would you want me to blame myself?”

“No..”

“Then that’s how I feel. And.. This stuff takes time. Learning your sef worth, and understanding yoursef.. But, I trust that it’ll happen. In due time, of course.”

“I know...I know..” He whispered, a sob racking his body as he grabbed onto you tighter.

“I-In the van.. You fell asleep, and I was.. So..S-So scared that I lost you.. T-That you were going to leave me. T-That because of that one moment, y-you weren’t.. I thought...”

Akira’s voice grew overgrown by sobs, causing you to whisper lovingly into his ear as you rocked him side to side delicately.

“Akira.. I promise. They’ll have to completey tear me to shreds before I leave you, understand?”

“Mhm...”

“Good.. Now let’s get back to bed, okay? In the morning I’ll make us some coffee.”

Despite his tears, Akira couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re terrible at making coffee.” He croaked, shaking his head.

“Well then we can make it together. babe.. Let’s just head to bed, alright?”

“Okay.. Goodnight.. I love you..”

You both settled down before you lightly pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, a smjle growing on your lips.

“I love you too, Akira Kurusu.”

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bugthegremlin · 3 years

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STOP MY FUCING ATOMAHX HURYS SO BAD INLITERALLY DONT WANNA DUCKING MOVE IR GET UP AND IM SO NAUSEOUS AND I LTIWRALLY HAVE NO REAOSN WHY IM FELEING THIS

#bug speaks

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b0sscrew · 4 years

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Hey, this is my first post!

Also, you know this person?

This person right here?

Yes, this person is a beautiful person. This person is very hard to miss.

Blame this person for this dumb and wonderfully beautiful idea that I love so much. So here we go.

Dugan Duck AU!

Now hear me out!

What if season three didn't happen. What if I threw out all of the cannon we know now and just focused on background characters, or relationships we rarely get to see? That's what I'm planning to do. (To be clear, Daisy is staying. I love her and she's never leaving.)

I've decided that Dugan is about five by the time he comes into Feathery's care. It makes sense, since Feathery has been in the lab for four and a half years. @drummergirl231-2 had the idea that Feathery never knew about Dugan because he was in that lab for so long, and I think it's brilliant. But I also think we could go further.

What if Mary didn't want Feathery to know about Dugan because she thought he would be too distracted from his work (or something, I'm still working it out). But one day Mary gets really sick and has no choice but to send Dugan to his Uncle Feathery. I can only think of the chaos and cuteness that would bring.

Just imagine it. Scrooge is in his office after the events of Moonvasion. He's minding his own buisness when Feathery's can rings. Scrooge begrudgingly answers to an almost panicked sounding Feathery, telling him to hury over. Against his better judgment, Scrooge goes to visit, dragging Donald and Huey along with him, because why not. They get there and Feathery shows them the last thing they'd expect. There's a freaking toddler on the floor, just laughing to himself as they all stare at him. Feathery explains the situation about the baby NONE OF THEM KNEW ABOUT, and how Mary had kept him a secret. He would tell them he was taking the kid in but had no idea what to do, and all three of the other ducks would immediately start 'helping' in their own way. Donald would be the only helpful one as the other two just play with Dugan the whole time. Donald tells Feathery the basics and Feathery takes little notes in a torn notepad he had in his coat.

JUST IMAGINE IT!

Also things our lovely friend thought of that I didn't and I decided to add onto.

1: Feathery would ask for help at the worst times from Donald.

Absolutely true! No matter how many notes he took he would think he was doing something wrong. So, of course, he would call Donald at wildly inappropriate times. I mean, he would call during normal times too but that's not the point. It doesn't matter the time or day. If Dugan is sick at three in the morning, Feathery is calling Donald to get advice, getting reassurance and a death threat instead, not that Feathery would notice the threat (He's not dense, he's just focused on Dugan once the threat comes out). Dugan refuses to go to sleep? Feathery calls up Donald for advice. Dugan is slow at learning something? Donald is on speed dial and is groaning before Feathery even touches the call button.

2: Feathery rambles about Dugan.

Not only does he ramble about Dugan, he's always thinking about Dugan too. Sometimes he'll be rambling about Marinebiology and accidentally replace some of the creatures with Dugan without even realizing it. His family would be proud that he found something knew to be one of his special interests, but even Mrs. Beakley and Donald would get tired of the relatable stories and constant questions. But no matter how tiring it gets there is a silent agreement to never tell Feathery to shut up while talking about Dugan.

3: He does surprisingly well as a father.

Yeah, he's far from perfect, but he has so many fatherly tendencies already, you would think he was already a dad. He's willing to protect others at the cost of his safety (and maybe his life). He'll stop what he's doing, no matter how much he loves it, in order to make others happy. He even knows so much of how to take care of sea life, like they're his kids. I mean, he sings to his krill to make them happy and glow, he makes the sea worms feel loved, and then there's Mitzy (I don't think I need to explain that one).

Now here are my ideas.

1: Feathery's job. (This one is partially inspired)

Scrooge would suggest a job as soon as he knew that Feathery had taken in a kid, but Feathery would refuse. He would want to get his job the old fashioned way and want to earn it. He would find a research job and work super hard at it. Once he got home he would work even harder to take care of Dugan. That persistence never goes away and he almost over does himself a lot of the time until he finally does crash and Dugan somehow calls Donald to come over, who sees what happened and takes over from there. Feathery works so hard at his job that when Donald calls his work and tells them Feathery can't come in they don't even ask any questions and let's the family go on with their life for the day.

2: Gladstone and Feathery are really close.

I love the idea that Gladstone and Feathery kept in touch while he was in the lab. Once Dugan was adopted Gladstone made it his mission to become even closer to Feathery. He visits on weekends, babysits when Donald is busy, and he even helps Feathery with money on bad days. They're just so close and Feathery wishes he could return the favor, but Gladstone turns the suggestion down every time since he's "the luckiest duck in the world". It's just so cute.

4: Ships!

Of course there will be Feathery ships. I just don't know which one to choose. Should I bring Gloria (his girlfriend from the comics) back or should I do a ship from Ducktales? I don't know but I'm so excited!

5: Feathery has bad nights.

Feathery already has trauma like Della does. He was stuck in the lab for so long without any human (Is it human? I don't know the term.) contact. I bet he would have nightmares about it, refuse to get out of bed at night because it reminds him of the lab, jump whenever he saw seamonsters on tv, or just get sad because one of his favorite things was partially ruined because of the experience. He just hopes it's not obvious to Dugan and that the fear doesn't grow onto him.

6: Dugan is a wild child.

Dugan is the wildest child and you can not change my mind! He's more hyper than Dewey and Webby combined and it sometimes scares Feathery because Dugan always wants to do crazy stunts. He's met Webby and wants to do what she does. He loves animals, specifically jungle animals. His favorite animal is a porcupine and really wants one for a pet. Instead, Feathery got them a hamster and named him Porky. Dugan loves Porky almost as much as he loves jungles and adventure. Another thing to know is nothing can stop him when he puts his mind to something... except Uncle Feathery. He refuses to make Uncle Feathery mad. He hasn't yet and he wants to keep it that way.

7: Feathery is a giant neat freak.

After leaving the lab he realized how much of a neat freak he actually is. So once he got a house, Feathery made sure everything was spotless. He met Dugan and one of the first things he taught him was how to be neat and do things by himself. He will not tolerate toys on the ground or drawings on the wall. He will, however, tolerate spills. Accidents happen and he'll clean it up later. He's not strict and he lets Dugan bend the rules on occasion, but Dugan is not allowed to break the clean house rule, and Dugan refuses to break it. It's an unspoken rule, but it's the biggest rule.

And that's everything I've thought of so far! If you're reading this please say hello to @drummergirl231-2 for me. And Drummer Girl, if you're reading this... I'm sorry.

Have a good day!

(I just realized I never explained who Dugan is... he's Feathery's nephew in a comic that's not originally in English, so most of this is from scratch.)

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