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blood-bound · 6 months

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1 on 1 mark session recap! As always, sorry not a lot of context is given.

Mark first finished reading a book 'on thorns and their consequences' which was basically explaining how the sabbat came to be and their PoV on things and then with an anarch commentary towards the end expressing their disagreements. but on the first last page was red runic lettering which mark could not recognize and which sucked up his vitae when he placed it on it.

He tried to do some internet research and came across an obscure forum which claims to be for learning about obscure languages but actually seems to have a lot of vampires on it posting real and fake runes, kinda like testing each other

The runes mark was looking at were on there but the mod, who basically posts in every server, says 'you wont find anything about that in this life.' the posteris like 'cmon doesn't someone have any family who could help' and the mod replies 'ask J' so that smenacing.

idk if J is Julius? it probably isnt but anyway. mark has already reported reading this book to julius and so is gonna ask him about it cause he couldn't figure it out.

the rest of the night he spends teaching G -G is doing well and did remember his vowels : ) also explained to Gs sister how he made sure the investigation would stop and ask if she needed any other help. she asked if he could get them free or at least out of their current essentially prison sooner and mark said no but they would be out in a month to a month and a half. she didn't know how long that was. so he explained how torpor and weeks and months and years worked

she still didnt say thanks or bye to mark but there was maybe something where she was close to doing so

i love G im so glad he is doing well he learned a lot he is almost through the alphabet

ok now for the meat of the session. the next night he goes to the chantry to talk to cassidy about the books. Knocks on the door. no answer.

He is getting a bad feeling. represented irl by the ST playing absolutely terrifying music as i search for him.

In the chantry apartments there is an often ignored ghoul at the front and so then he asked her where Lilian’s apartment was (Cassidy’s best friend.). She told him. He knocked on her door. No answer.

Checks the cafeteria. nope. library. nope. physics department (where their circle head, Dr. White, is). Nope. He asks someone there if she had seen either of them. nope.

so i'm worried as hell

im trying to think what mark could do and im like. i cant scry on him cause i dont have anything of Cassidy’s.

and the st gives me a Look as if 2 say u do ur forgetting

But he kinda gives it to me for free hes like, ur wearing the same coat you did when you went to the movies

Turns out mark has cassidy's ticket. so thats close enough to being his so. mark does scry on him

its not super juicy but it is super concerning. Cassidy is by lilian in what is probably the side door in his haven that mark hasn’t been in. barricading the door. with a fuckton of furniture. and also pushing against it. lilian looks terrified. cassidy looks So Done With This Shit (tm). something is banging on the door.

so with that mark goes back to the ghoul and is like. So. Uhm. Yeah i actually have permission to enter cassidys haven yes. please let me in

she looks scared - mark put her in a real bad spot. If he doesn’t actually have permission and she lets him in he could get in trouble. but he reassures her that itis fine and his decision and nothing bad will happen.

so she says ok and goes to open the door (she is able to if she is doing so of her own consent, she functions as a key ig). As she goes to open it, Mark says uhm. they are doing experiments so when you open the door. back up. and she's like "okay?' and opens the door and immediately vine tentacle thingies burst out and she falls back on her ass and scrambles back, screaming

she gets away and mark engages in combat. its the same sort of monster, just smaller, as the one on his territory in the conservatory, that navigate by sound. it has a lion's mane around a beak in the center and vine like tentacles around it.

mark takes a LOT of damage in its first attack he had like 1 unharmed box left but he manages to win :)

cassidy and lilian pop out from the door and are like. mark is that you?

Cassidy’s haven is wreckt sadly. Mark's like. yeah its me. its dead. you can come out.

lilian is SO sad it's dead but she isnt mad at mark. its clear she wanted to subdue it but they had no way to do so and mark comments as such

she's like "i was sooo close " :(

cassidy looks So Done and is like. thank you for your assistance mark but how did you . get in.

mark is like. thats not really important right now, is it? cassidy says 'somewhat, but we can discuss that later'

mark says that unfortunately this made quite a lot of noise and the ghoul went screaming for help so time to get your stories straight.

theres a few other things said but then zach rolls up

If you dont know who zach is he is a newly turned tremere. dr. white's child. elevated into power due to his sire. he's a classic skater boy. hes head of security. he figured ALL of marks shit out when he broke into a lab - he is GOOD at his job despite his casual attitude. he says 'chill' all the time.

he skates up (yes skateboard in the hall) and asks whats up. mark says 'hi zach. it's chill, i handled it.' (Mark kinda likes Zach).

And hes like. 'whats chill? can you explain?' and marks like. looks at cassidy and lilian. 'they would know better i just came at the end' and cassidy’s like. looks at lilian as if to say to her. u did this shit u explain!

so lilian starts a story which is kind of obviously partially a lie.

she says that she was doing her research, developing off of Leanah's (which was the stuff mark uhm. stole and sabotaged for her). and she noticed this evening that some things were off. papers where she wouldn't normally leave them. but the chimera project was So Important (TM) for the chantry that she just HAD to press on. Oh Also I found this Lipstick (produces lipstick) that looks JUST like what Leeanah wears isnt that interesting! (zach has her put it in an evidence back for him). She says 'Cassidy even made a joke that maybe I should wear makeup more often." Cassidy grunts but keeps a poker face. he would obviously Never Fucking Say That and lilian is messing with him.

god i love them sm. mark also knows cassidy would never fucking make that joke

(explaining a story that may dictate ur fate as u are investigated. does not miss an opportunity to fuck w the bestie* girl!

she continues to say that she got the embryo (described as tadpole) out of the cauldron she starts growing it. and it kept well. growing.

she pauses there. zach is like. okay and? it grows and?

Cassidy steps in. 'when it got bigger than our couch we realized we had a problem.' (also hehe ‘our’ couch their friendship is everything 2 me…)

lilians like yes. then thankfully cassidy, with some assistance from mark, killed it. and here we are :) and then zach turns to mark and is like. what do you mean how did you get here how did you know.

and marks like Oh Well You Know "I was coming here for unrelated reasons, cassidy and myself are working together you see. And I had permission to enter. And obviously I would assist him in combat. *Coughs.*

he coughs cause i rolled 1 success on the lie T_T

zach is like. you have permission?? and cassidys like uh yes. 'as needed he can enter. its easier that way' so yay that ghoul won't get in trouble LOLLL mark got retroactive permission

even if each can tell he lied like. how do u call him on that when the person who was to have given him that permission said he did.

Liliana finishes up by describing how awful it was to be sabotage. At the end of her story. she says "Im sure leeanah would be very sorry if she saw the destruction she caused and would say so' and cassidy said 'i would not accept her apology' annnddd thiswent over my head but the st explained that was lilian apologizing to cassidy and cassidy telling her to fuck offlkdsafjlkdsjf

and zachs like. aight seems chill! (Perhaps all was not chill). lemme go in your haven here to see evidence of that sabotage

and cassidys like oh, please do let me clean up first :) and zachs like :) noo you should see my room haha its fine :) and then cassidsy like. okay fine. you do not have permission to enter my haven. which is something respected in the chantry

zachs like do u really wanna go down that route.

Cassidy appears to hesitate. Mark is FREAKINGGG out he CANNOOTTTT find those books mark had him gather. thankfully cassidy says. Yes. Yes I do.

And so zach says fine thats chill. ill see you soon- and he has one of his guys (he had a small posse with him) stay. cassidys like. well that was a mess. mark says yes. which is why you should start cleaning it. do you want help.

The person Zach left behind enters cassidys room and was making sure the pc was ok. mark is like cassidy is that ok?? and cassidy says 'oh, hes chill.' It seems this was the little fucker that set up the pc and internet for cassidy in the first place! cassidy makes friends with fledglings :) he doesn't speak but cassidy calls him Hack. because that's what he does, ig

Anyway. Mark helps lilian gather monster body parts to the center of the room where she starts some sort of chanting incantation to get rid of it. cassidy goes into his Side Room to start cleaning. When mark is done gathering body parts he knocks and peeks into the side hallway. cassidy tells him to enter and mark starts helping him put books away

well first theres this hallway which has 2 doors. mark enters door two with cassidy.

its a beautiful study room with mostly books, but also some old clothes, including a duster (COWBOY CASSIDY REAL...) and a painting with someone in a cuirass but the face is oddly blurry

also, all the books do not have legible titles.

with sense the unseen it seems the chandelier in the room has some sort of enchantment blurring those things out

there is also a TALL ASS stack of those notebooks he writes in. Mark glances at it and looks at cassidy who pauses and says. i need to call in a favor. can you just keep packing books away for 10 mins ? and marks like Sure

and hes left alone in cassidys study. but he decides to NOT snoop and figures he wouldnt be able to read shit anwyay due to that enchantment so he does literally just put books away.

Cassidy returns and unfolds a piece of paper that he remembers Wendy using before - its like. a bag of holding.

he unfolds it and puts it under the stack of notebooks carefully . the note books fall in. then he carefully, very very very carefully, folds it up. mark comments 'got a few years in there, huh?" he replies "A good deal more than that.".

but yeah theres also furniture and stuff everywhere btw, its a mess. The pack up books. During this time mark asked like. ok we cant keep these books about resisting blood bonds in her haven. and Cassidy is like. really mark. you're gonna make me haul them from the library every time ur gonna read them, and mark is like. sorry. yeah : )

They finish and return to the mainroom. lilian is on the floor, hands splayed, miserable. done with everything. cassidy makes a point to step over her.

cassidy and mark hauled books up to lillian's haven which was much smaller. and complained about stairs. together <3 lol

When they return hack is no where to be found. cassidy looks around and comments that the should not be in the back rooms. he does open the door to the second room but he asks mark to step back so he cant see in : (anyway mark ends up finding zach with sense the unseen (he went Invisible ig) and he was rifling upstairs through lillian's things

cassidy is like 'hack ive been through enough tonight please just give it back' and hack goes to the computer and types:

";)

I have to give them something, y''no"

and cassidy is like. sigh. will this make our unlives harder in the future. and he writes

"maybe a little"

and marks says “you know what that's fair” <- has done the same shit of finding something Smaller so it proves he was Trying but actually not

cassidy comments that he is sad about his clothes getting thrown around and wrecked - 'over the decades he had collected quite a collection, some of which are hard if not impossible to replace' and mark comments 'i hope the tv is ok too'

and upon saying that cassidy actually reacts as opposed to being stone faced "Oh no you're right, the tv!" and he goes right for it

drops to his knees to prop it back up. and theres a crack through a fourth of it. he looks so sad. mark turns it on and it does still display but there is that crack

mark is like its ok we can get another and cassidy is like ' but this was my first tv :('. hes sentimental about it my fucking HEART

marks like. im sorry. i can help you pick out a new one maybe. cassidy says he'll likely take mark up on that. and mark also says maybe it could be fixed and cassidy says he will also try that

but yeah its cute that he got attached to the tv T_T (edited)

anyway zach skates right back in after the bit with hack that i described above. and says. ok in the name of the authority invested in me by blah blah blah... everyone but you, get out please! (hack being that one)

sooo the three leave. And mark is like.well. good luck with everything.

Cassidy and lilian do not look very happy but give ike a half hearted thanks

mark is lowkey like. ok u could be a bit more thankful i saved ur ass and helped u clean up but OKAy . . . .

cassidy also mentions that they can still work on their shared research in a few nights

oh also mark finally got the opportunity to ask if they had showers and they do not and mark is like. wow that sucks.

Cassidy diddnt seem to care but like. dude. imagine only having washrooms. L.

thats the session!

#mark vtm oc

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aliceyabusamesoneball · 2 years

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if you still are doing the character design analyses, could i request and that you do Sirius Gibson?

sirius!! with him my collection of witchs heart humans fashion is finally complete.. i was actually waiting for someone to ask for him because apparently hes into fashion so i was curious thanks reaper 😊

so looking at sirius him and noel actually seem to have similar style which is very cute if you think about it.. since noel was isolated from the world when he got cursed sirius was probably one of the only people who he could get a fashion influence from along with memories of claire and i think noel's style mirrors that.. anyways this isn't about noel this is about sirius 😊

heres his normal outfit.. first of all the moon earring is very pretty and probably my favorite detail about the outfit.. i dont see him wearing many other earrings which makes me sad 😢 i think there should be more sirius earring content

anyways there are a bunch of commonalities that i see throughout his outfits which makes me think he has a very strict fashion style which makes sense because fashion is one of his hobbies.. i like to think his closet is very organized and he only looks in one specific section of the store

one of these elements that i notice is that sirius seems to get cold really really easily.. even in his regular outfit he's wearing three whole layers (undershirt, coat, cape) and he even tells claire at the beginning of the game that he feels cold just looking at her wearing a tank top and shorts.. so obviously he gets cold really easily

for example in the school au (?) outfit hes also wearing three layers (undershirt, vest, blazer) AND speaking of undershirts and blazers he seems to wear that combination a lot like with his regular outfit, here, and a lot of other outfits too

like this birthday outfit (he looks so cute here btw) he has an undershirt with a popped collar and a blazer.. and ALSO a vest.. man sirius must be really cold

he also sorta has it here (although not with the signature popped collar undershirt.. that collar is really cool though) and WHILE WE'RE ON THE TOPIC OF THIS OUTFIT ITS SO COOL SORRY LET ME JUST TALK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND

the silver moon earring is so gorgeous and to be honest i like it a little more than his gold necklace because i feel like hes more of a silver person than a gold one.. its probably because sirius only wears neutral and cool colors (ill talk more about that later) and i associate silver with cool colors and gold with warm colors but oh well

AGAIN about the collar it looks so cool i could see sirius wearing ruffled collars for fancy occasions

the tie/bow thingy on his collar is so pretty also and matches it perfectly and the gemstone matches the rose attached to the little bow.. everything is matching each other and its so cool SIRIUS YOURE SO COOL

anyways 😊 i wanna talk more about the colors thing because sirius only seems to wear neutrals (white, gray, black but notably not brown) and dark, faded versions of blue and purple,, purple is his theme color so that makes sense but i think its cool that he has a fixed color palette

like even when he was younger he wore those colors and i think its very nice that he sticks to certain colors

even when he goes swimming he still sticks to his general style (popped collar shirt, same color scheme) but i hope hes not too cold..

moving on i wanna talk about this outfit.. while sirius didnt pick it out himself im pretty sure he likes this outfit (from what i remember) and it seems to be within his general style with the colors (except for the red but it is sort of a deep one so i dont think he minds much) and also i think hes wearing two shirts.. hes turned to the side so you cant see much BUT i do wanna talk about his cape thing

he also wears a cape in his regular outfit but its a lot shorter than this one.. then again this one IS a costume and capes are definitely costumey but i do think he'd like to wear capes occasionally when its a special occasion (also that cape looks so soft and comfortable i want it)

ALSO i wanna talk about his halloween outfit its very pretty.. again it falls under his general color scheme and style with the undershirt vest blazer combination and also he has a little bow with a gemstone on it again 😊 he also has that on his regular outfit so maybe he likes to attach those to his bow/tie things (maybe he diys them at home with a hot glue gun and it goes terribly wrong and looks awful but maybe not)

also this is the only time ive seen him wearing gloves which makes me a little sad i feel like hes the kind of person to wear gloves a lot because hes probably kind of a germaphobe.. i think he should wear gloves more because they look nice on him

+ HIS HAT IS SO CUTE i forgot to talk about his witch hat earlier oops ITS ALSO SUPER CUTE WITH THE STAR DETAIL AND EVERYTHING and also THIS hat is like.... a sort of top hat thing?? idk what to call it ill just say the hat anyways it is so pretty with the ruffles?? the rose?? the matching gemstone?? the feathers?? the pumpkin?? ITS SO CUTE I WANT IT SO BAD

anyway i think he matches the rose with claire noel and surprisingly ashe but not wilardo which i think is a little weird?? it might just be because wilardo's color is a warm color (red) while claire noel sirius and ashe all have cool colors so it just doesn't match him but it doesn't really matter

so yeah sirius has a very consistent style.. ALSO i wanna bring something up: on sirius' wiki it says that his fashion resembles victorian men's fashion and I AGREE looking at some victorian men's fashion it makes sense that sirius draws inspiration from it

here is like an example.. i can see how its very similar with the undershirt + vest + blazer combination and also maybe the hats just a little.. so i just wanted to add that in because its a nice detail and i feel like sirius would definitely be into vintage fashion and collecting old stuff and things like that

anyways overall here is how i would style sirius (although i don't really think he needs a stylist because he seems pretty sure of his style already):

sticking to his color palette of neutrals and dark/faded blues and purples

a LOT of undershirts (with popped collars), blazers, and also some vests because he seems to get cold really easily

and also a lot of jackets and coats because of aforementioned coldness

shorter shirts (still with popped collars) for summertime and also maybe shorts? but only like 1 pair because hes still cold all the time

bows/ties (maybe some with ruffles) with pretty gemstones on them to wear with his undershirts

maybe some shorter capes like the one he wears on a regular basis for more casual wear and a long dramatic black one for special occasions 😈

LOTS OF PRETTY DANGLY EARRINGS obviously some astronomy details like the moon and maybe stars probably in silver but also maybe he'd like to try out other earrings?? maybe like a little dangly bow or one with like a broom shape

pairs of short gloves that he can wear casually and also maybe longer ones for dramatic effect (because he is very dramatic)

a couple hats (like the witch one or the one he's wearing for his halloween outfit) with gemstone, rose, or ruffle details (or maybe a combination? or maybe even all of them..)

#sirius gibson #i like how much you can see looking at the characters' clothing #LIKE THE FACT NOEL IS LIKE A COMBINATION OF CLAIRE AND SIRIUS' FASHION IS SO ADORABLE #i love sirius' style actually #its very cool #I LOVE THE DETAIL IN THIS GAME #EVEN IF ITS NOT ON PURPOSE YOU CAN STILL SEE THEIR CHARACTERS THROUGH THEIR CLOTHES!!#LIKE HOW NOELS IS A COMBINATION #AND HOW SIRIUS' IS VERY FIXED BECAUSE HES STUBBORN AND DOESNT LIKE CHANGE #AND HOW CLAIRES AND ZIZELS ARE SIMILAR #i love this game #piper clothes

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abimee · 1 year

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5, 17, 18, 20 for your wols :]

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Ruyan dresses for a majority of her time as an adventurer in what I cal the ''never seen Eorzean fashion before and just bought shit that looked comfortable'' and therefore dresses looking a bit like an idiot. She wears THREE shirts underneath her coat, the flannel patterned pants, and white dirty nasty sneakers with no socks. She has refused new clothes multiple times for religious reasons and if you watch her around shadowbringers era you can see the sole of his left shoe is falling off slightly but he still wont get new shoes. Ryder calls it combat clothes.

Ryder definitely tries to dress for style but also mostly just copies whats in-fashion to blend in, she doesn't think about her appearance at all and will just wear whatever, though she often prefers things that will obscure her big ass

Althaea obviously during amaurotine time dressed in her robes and has no concept of ''fashion'', but in Eorzean times when she's around in a silly offshoot concept she's defos out here wearing cute and sexy outfits, especially beachwear and long dresses that lets her show skin because its a new concept for her and she loves trying new things :]

tock is ALL ABOUT trying new clothes but she especially loves big frilly dresses and button up shirts, but after the horrors of Endwalker shes been walking around strictly wearing the sophist robes and a wedding veil of (dynamis) flowers for mental unwellness reasons

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

WELL Tock is 11-12 so she's still a child doing fuck all. but a reason why she went to become an Adventurer at such a young age is because she spent most of her (remembered) childhood inside her family's shop in Ul'dah unable to leave, both because the Calamity hit when she was 8 and scarred her deeply and therefore her mother didn't want her playing around outside during the rebuilding efforts, but also because Tock is the only Tutti child to have been able to survive the family curse (any Tutti child who is a man dies before they are full grown) Tatala is reluctant to let her out and possibly endanger herself, since she is the only Tutti in her generation and therefore the only one left to carry on the legacy of her mother and her 24 aunts.

Due to this Tock spent a LOT of her time indoors by herself, so she mostly just learned to play musical instruments and various trades her 24 aunts work on like woodcarving and moneycounting, but otherwise she'd play by herself and create elaborate plays and concepts to act out in her own room alone with her stuffed animals

ruyan spent her childhood literally just living in a cave and staring at shadows on the wall all day and then sleeping on the cold hard floor. For years. Sometimes going outside to sit in the grass and stare at the clouds but mostly just sat in the cave with his community and did light help around. He and Ryder left the steppe when Ruyan was around I thiiiink age 14, so during his teen years he spent his summers upkeeping his and ryder's small inn room they lived in for years as Ryder took on odd jobs around Kugane :]

Ryder spent her living childhood on a boat out in the sea as her mothers sailed the world and robbed Garlean ships so she spent a lot of it fishing/drawing underdeck and talking to pirates!

Althaea doesnt remember a chunk of her childhood because she concussed herself so hard she lost blood flow to her brain once and a bit of time got lost in the aftermath, but Althaea was born and raised in Elpis by two cthonic horn researches, but would get sent to Amaurot when the city had it's warm, summer months. She actually met Hades this way because she didnt know anybody in the city and just one day saw hades playing by himself and ran up to him and asked if they could be friends, he said no but she kept asking until he gave in and let her sit next to him. He didnt have any other friends so Althaea and Hades spent all their summers together, and when Althaea permanently moved to Amaurot as a teenager to apprentice under Venat she oft spent her summers then travelling the world :]

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Ryder loves murder

HOWEVER Ryder does believe liars and stealers and murderers are unjust, and she recognizes she's a hypocrite in this regard but that she has no qualms with being seeing as a bad person for doing these things. She believes she is doing what she's doing (lying/stealing/killing) for a just cause, but in the end of the day it's still lives she's taking and people she's lying to and things she's stealing, so she accepts she's not the best person and is in fact going against her own moral code to further something (which is an image of hatred and fear so that she knows others dislike her for reasons she created, and not reasons out of her control, because thats what scares her)

Ruyan believes that violence is a constance in the universe and that while there is no truly just reason to kill, there is no way to rid of it entirely, so every life taken needs to be considered and reasoned in a greater balance. That is that you will need to kill eventually in your life, but to take any enjoyment out of it is vile.

Ruyan however is not above lying or stealing, as she sees the inequality within the world and believes that these small acts can both be a justified and unjustified mean; stealing food to eat or jewerly to sell to make money to eat is just, but stealing purely for the sake of owning something for personal enjoyment is unjust to her.

Ruyan also cannot say shit about lying considering he is a confirmed cheater who lied about something that happened and slept with someone under the assumption Ruyan was single👍 so she dodges all conversation about personal beliefs on lying

Tock is absolutely 100% oblivious to the concept of death and killing as a moral concept but she defos thinks lying sends you to hell. She's not above stealing though

Althaea....... althaea [stares wistfully] she is 100% under the belief that killing is wrong, stealing is wrong, and lying is wrong. No take backs. To take away a life from something when an alternative route can be chosen is an evil in her eye and so hythlo and hades particularly dodge doing anything funny to concepts when shes looking

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

MY FAVORITE TOPIC. IN ORDER

RYDER drives a 1978 Mercury Monarch. In my mind Ryder would never learn to drive but in a small part of me she WOULD drive and would own an M. Monarch. Absolutely clean inside besides for an insane amount of change in her cup holder and three large coffee mugs left in the back seat because she drinks whole cups of coffee out of glass mugs when driving. Absolutely pristine otherwise though interior wise. She takes immaculate care of her car and will yell at you if you leave any trash in it or spill anything. She gets it routinely checked and only gets parts replaced if she can find pristine makes and models that match. Her Monarch is her prize and joy

RUYAN drives a 1991 Ford F-150 and it smells like cigarettes. Stickers and sharpie marks on the interior. Absolutely blasted breaks and suspension but its still street legal, just a bit scary when youre parked on an incline and the truck rocks back a good 2 feet before its able to push forward. It has absolutely rocked back and hit many tailgaters because of it. It is the most trailer trash ''bought it for $500 on craigslist" truck ever but it has literally never broken down on them and always gets Ruyan to where he needs to go. They give her a name and call it Hydaelyn because its a piece of shit but it gets the job done

Tock is 12 she cant even ride a bike cause its scary

ALTHAEA... 1980 Pontiac firebird Trans AM. It is absolutely a shitter just like Ruyans car but its SLEEK and its VINTAGE. she's blasting The Platters on its shitty CD player that Hades had to build into it for her. she's blasting Searchin' by The Coasters while doing 60 mph on a 50 mph downhill road in this. It's pretty clean but theres some clothes and cups in the back. She and hythlodaeus have abolustely had intimate relations in this car but have also knocked their heads against the roof multiple times. It gets her around but its also on the verge of blowing up i think

#TY FOR THE ASK!!!

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bringisfluffypones · 2 years

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witch hat atelier ponies! here come the magic dads and their adopted children. all of them have trauma! (i know we didnt get that tetia backstory yet but have you seen this series? id be more surprised if there wasnt a sad backstory hiding in that voluminous pink hair)

since im pretty happy with this one, have a wall of text about cutie mark reasoning, some headcannons and other random ramblings below

- first off, the doodles on the left show how witches of each pony tribe draw the seals; earth ponies have retractable ink wands, pegasi use wingtip wands. unicorns pose a bit of a problem here given theyre already magic horses, so WHA unicorns can only perform the most basic magic there is in mlp canon ie object levitation. we will conveniently ignore the question of how they hide their seal drawing when theyre not really wearing any clothes. the ratio of each tribe in witch population is 60:30:10 unicorns:pegasi:earth ponies. due to this unicorns are generally viewed as best witches (where classical unicorns are held above regular ones); then pegasi, then earth ponies, however, this is more a matter of stereotypes than inherent biology traits.

- im gonna go character by character, left to right, note some titbits if i have any about them, and add in my reasoning behind each cutie mark. i am sticking to only one set of character names, if you read a different translated version and are used to another way a name is written.... look agott alone has like a dozen of them, im not writing them all out okay? okay good lets go

olruggio: him and his disaster husband have complimenting designs; i opted to go for that fire and water duality with them, rather than just black and white. so olly has dark red coat against qifrey´s light blue. admittedly, making him a pegasus wasnt all that deliberate decision, he would probably make a good unicorn just fine, but i figured making them all unicorns is predictable and boring, so why not have some fun? he can have some flying, as a treat (we will omit sylph shoes existing in case of this crossover). his cutie mark is a contraption tool inside a flame; both pretty obvious choices, he is an inventor and the one character with an entire monologue about a fire.

qifrey: correct me if im wrong, but i think qifrey is juuuuust a tiny bit taller than olruggio in the manga, so the drawing reflects it. his cutie mark is a water drop creating ripples in the water surface; the water aspect in him is clear. his decision to take coco in is what jump starts all the events that unfold, and his relentless pursuit of brimcaps show he is not someone to, pardon the awkward pun, let the waters stay calm.

- agott: ah. she. my favorite, best character right here, prepare for me going off. unlike everyone else, agott´s ears are perpetually folded (she is one serious and a little bit grumpy child after all), but that doesnt necessarily mean she always feels grumpy or sad. she just prefers using words to emoting, which is entirely fair. i hear all zero of you asking, why isnt she a unicorn? surely the arklaums would all be fancy unicorns (yes, really, i think akrome is the most spread around version of her surname, but like i said im sticking to the translated version i prefer because like, again theres at least five different ways this surname is translated), given theyre one of the original houses, shouldering that legacy. reason is twofold: one, being born an earth pony, the one with a runaway gene (here´s where i point to the cake twins as canon mlp example), enhances her status as the family outcast; gives one more reason for her desperation to prove herself to her family. two, it gives her another connection to coco, something she despises at first but then accepts and even cherishes later as she gets to know coco. and because angst is the fuel that keeps me afloat, here´s a fun twist: do yall remember chapter 23, where iguin starts tattooing a forbidden spell on agott´s lower arm but doesnt finish it? i remember. now, kamome shirahama the series´creator doesnt, as far as ive noticed at least, keep this unfinished spell on agott´s arm (granted its like, just one long line canonically so maybe i just missed it), but to me its way too intriguing of a concept. so pony agott has an incomplete seal on her hoof where you can tell its a seal, and boi does it cause problems to both agott´s psyche and bring unwanted outside attention (you bet there was at least one confrontation with knights moralis over this). she generally hides it under a bracer if theyre away from the atelier. now, her cutie mark is the one im most proud of; a book and a purple bird (specifically a phoenix) in front. the book symbolizes both her personal goal to become a librarian in the tower of tomes, and her main strength as a witch, that is technique derived from studying and hard work. the phoenix symbolizes a cycle of change, of rebirth. she was rejected from house arklaum only to find herself in qifrey´s atelier; a second chance to prove herself. the endless cycle of changes in her life, and she does her best to keep rolling with them. and in her own words, she always strives to become someone better, never content to be as she is now.

coco: as mentioned, coco is an earth pony, an obvious choice for the regular-person-thrusted-into-magical-world characters. she is actually really stoked about agott being an earth pony as well, since agott being so skilled with magic gives coco hope she will be great in her own way one day. brushbuddy enjoys being carried by coco, ponies are fluffy. her cutie mark is a wand, but the tip is a painting stone; a link between her old-new calling of magic finally given a chance, and her past as daughter of a seamstress and her ability to draw perfect straight lines. longing, working towards a future where she can both keep her magic and return her mom from petrification.

richeh: now, like qifrey, i made richeh a unicorn, but unlike qifrey, she is a classical unicorn; that means sligtly tilted ears, longer and curvier horn, and a leonine tail. her trademark deadpan stare is of course included. her cutie mark is an ink wand changing into one of her crystal ribbons, a symbol of her originality and the way she wants to keep her spells her own.

tetia: she has a habit of pronking instead of walking, fitting given she´s the most pinkie pie-esque character in WHA. and also im still terrible at drawing pegasi in flight, but we dont have to talk about that part. her cutiemark is rather simple, a cloud and a rainbow. rainbow for her general disposition and her focus on gratitude, and the cloud for her proficiency/interest in cloud magic.

thats about it! i talked way too much about this, i´ll probably end up drawing some more stuff for WHA.

#mlp #witch hat atelier #wha #olruggio #qifrey #agott #coco wha #richeh #tetia #theyre such funky little witches please give the manga a shot its something truly special #the ponification of any and every media that comes into my sight does not stop

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diary 12-13 (april-may)

will not edit and erase mistakes bc fuck it, nobody will read dis shit anyways

april, 1 i was visiting a zoo with my parents for a few hours. i walked there by myself staring at all the creatures. this is a good zoo, animals were curious and active. some animals slept in their warm dens. this spring is pretty cold. there were many cats: caracal, black and plain leopards, white and common tigers, lynxes, servals, pumas, lions, wildcats, fishercats. there were white and red wolves. red ones stared at me as well. i gave carrots for llamas and goats. i sometimes i can gaze a lot. my parents were waiting for the end of my gazing in nearby cafe. i can guess that there was tasty food but way too much loud human children. i had an only meal at evening after wenting to a local shop for another pack of milk and stuff. things. items. sounds suspiciously. i just cant remember what i ve got and ate after all.

april, 2 i had to walk with my dog. the evening was cold, lonely. orange dots of flaming cigarets glowed into the dark in the hands of rare strangers. my clothes were too cold. i craved tea. i also craved lying on an asphalt but my mother recently washed my coat and i didnt want to waste her work. my dog didnt want to walk more than 30 munutes. he was recently trimmed and felt cold i think. or just didnt like this weather. everybody thought that spring will be warmer. i like it cold.

april, 3 ive got a new clipper, its cheap, blue and absolutely cursed. i mean. when i click it in 9 of 10 clicks it doesnt work but starts to smell like a benzene or kerosene or wtf is that. but when works it throws 10 cm high flame. sometimes not from the main hole but from some hidden crack on a side. and when it doesnt throw flame it squirts with dewdrops of a kerosene or benzene or whatever is this on my fingers with every click. fuckin hell, its weird and funny and increase risk of accidental arson. a posessed item.

april, 4 note on some piece of paper from this day:"shop: drinks, snacks" which? what? so? wery smart, the past me, i dont remember.

april, 5 18:30. family bond with my dog. really noir day with some fine noir jazz. late evening, felt cold, walked that cold concrete pathes of forlornificated city part, just me and my dog patrik. it starting to snow. tiny dots of snow melted on a concrete for now but cars were covered in that thin veil of cold white dust.

april, 6 keep going thru the snow to a far market to buy specific kinds of snacks and sodas just because i have random shitty cravings sometimes. streets were like the end of the world in north city edge (its not really norht tho). ground is flooded by snow, both solid and melted. my waterproof shoes are not waterproof anymore. people are ugly as always. i feellike i will faint and fall and they will be even uglier and more hostile. so many snow. im so dizzy, nobody can understand how…

april, 7 i think about summer with anxiety. i sleep in clothes because it helps me to feel better by not seeing my body and also jeans are my comfy texture. thats even decrease my s/h. but what will i do in summer when even being naked is too hot. i cant stand even though about my bare skin, about skin rubbing skin. i dont want it!!! i dont want it!!! when will that legendary undernourished everlasting ana cold feeling will ascent to me?? please i want to be able to wear clothes in hot weather. id rather freeze than thrive in heat.

april, 8 tomorrow my aunt will come from italy. im a little concerned. like im a dirty creature with trash covered room, stained clothes and just jenerally unclean and unsanitary guy. and she have almost a mania about clean and tidy. i even dirtier than before bc my cleaning abilities are decreased, disfunction or depression made it or whatever, anyway i cant help. and also. she saw me before when i was skinny. shit. i dont want she to see me miserable and fat like this. i will cover myself in oversized clothes as always but i dont think it helps.

april, 9 it wasnt that bad (i mean my aunt, not an intake, i ate too much chocolate but that could be worse too). she doesnt come in my room, im not leaving it often either. she gave me a few cool print clothes. tshirt with flaming guitar, another one with dragon and weird crop hoodie with girl from anime i never watched and know about only from one very dumb meme (not even related to an actual anime). i guess that in this boring-plain-minimalistic-fashion era many can say that these tees are tasteless or outdated or something but for me stuck in 2008 they are great! also she bring tea with different tastes, black and green ones. it was my order. she also got so many cheese and meat, like expensive foreign ones. i think my father is exited, he loves cheese.

april, 10 i was send to 2 markets to buy butter, two kinds of bread and lemon juice. i was in 2 of them bc they dont have that kind of bread and juice everywhere and the second market was just cheaper. i didnt buy many things for me myself, just a canned tea, some chips and little choco bar. i buy much less food than before. feels like im just bored or something.

april, 11 almost every day my mom an her sister (my aunt) are going somewhere. my mom showed me her plans, its a visits to the doctors, relatives, graves of another relatives. boring stuff for elder peeple. theres nothing in the fridge but all those fuckin cheese and meat. i dont really fan of cheese but i munched one, the kind with a special moldy core. i didnt eat that core. my mom sometimes laughing at me because of it but that is. i love that special creamy taste but i hate that tasteless moldy crust.

april, 12 i was sent again to buy a butter and latvian bread again. also the milk. i spent more than hour and went to a 4 markets to find that bread and only found the last one pack in the last market. its just the kind of a gray bread with seeds, idk why it was so popular today. i dont really eat it but my parents love it. all the extra money i spent on drinks. also spicy chips, i cant help but buy that, i fuckin missed it. also ive got very cheap and small bag of turkish mint candies. they tasted like confusion and very y2k-ish i spent the night by drinking that drinks and drawing stupid things, then i somehow somewhy watched the boondocks series for 5 hours long and then went to the kitchen, realized that all people left, munch some cold palacsintas (pancakes with curd), read few articles about ukrainian gays (one article was very homophobic) and felt asleep with the noise on the background. i slept for maybe jusy a few minutes, april, 13 then i woke up, fed my dog, ate one more palacsinta, drank the last can of energy drink, started to watch cartoon about trolls and then felt asleep again, woke up by my dog, drank an energy leftovers, was still very sleepy but had to walk with a dog. he was very good boy today so i gave him dog candies. i stoped feeling sleepy but now im feeling dizzy and a little feverish. it may be because of too much caffeine. or not. im not the doctor and dont want to go to one. we die like men lol. im trying now to count calories. it cant be too much but i cant get my head into thinking.

april, 14 some days i think that my legs are thinner and knees are sharper. i always end up denying it. theres no way to prove it anyway and its dangerous to believe that i become better if actually im degrading. illusions arent ok. i most likely didnt become thinner.

april, 15 weather became awfully warm and light. nights are still cold, i lay under a thick blanket. i can not sleep wel. wake up every day at the morning after only few hours of sleep. thats disgusting, bad, i hate it.

april, 16 my aunt made 2 lasagnas. one was cheese one, just for me bc i dont eat meat. i never ate lasagnas before. so i had this dinner right after unexpected exhausting pre dinner nap (it started happening with me sometimes and i hate it). i ate only a half, maybe a little more, it was very filling. mom put leftover in fridge. she will heat it for me when i will ask. i can forget about it and so it can gone bad. and im not saying about fake 'forget" as an excuse to skip meals, i really can forget. i just recall that theres still a piece of my lavash laing in a bread basked for few weeks now. i hope its not moldy yet. i also tend to forget about yogusts so they spoil and i should throw them away. i hate wasting food…

april, 17 im watching skins seres for a few days now. they are very stupid, its fascinating. cassie is especially stupid and annoying (i dont hate her, she is just very annoying. just like affy) . and i dont know why, but the stupidest ana inspo is the most working. maybe its just some nostalgia for oldschool proana blogs that posted that stupidest quotes with that specific pics of headless skinny bodies. yeah. nostalgia is shit…

april, 18 today was the last day of my aunt presence and mom bought cake. i allowed myself a piece. my mom had sore throat. i was sleepy too early again. went to sleep at 1 am. i dont want to sleep that early! i loved the pleasure of late sleeps and wakes. i was a little dizzy. im dizzy all the time nowadays and getting angry. i argued with my last friend (on internet) because of doctors (i hate all the psychiatrists and when i think about them i become angry. ive never met a good one in whole my life) i write to danny who used to be my friend. i said that i will be thin. thinner than him, his girlfriend and everybody he knows and respects. he wrote "bruh". i said that i still dont understand the meaning of this message. he said that he doesnt understand many of my messages. i said that i always try to explain when he asks but he never ask. he doesnt care to understand. he didnt answer. maybe he didnt even read that message, as he does often. im angry at him, at his promise to always be my friend that lasted until he found his girlfriend and forget about me,im angry that he was the first guy i tried to be good and faithful friend with, i really tried, and he just broke everything in that stupid way. im angry and im sad. i think he could like me more and spend a little more time with me if i was skinny, at least because he could feel sorry for me, feel guilt, anything. anyway all the people that say that they dont care about your appearance are lying. they care. maybe i could never have his respect. anyway. im determined. i will do it. i will mess up sometimes but i will do it. "you will lose your friends because of your ed" perfect. i already have none.

april, 19 today my aunt moved away at morning. i slept at that time. i had a dream as if my neighbor burned something - there was a big burned out black pitch on the lawn and the air smelled like burning. also me and my mom searched someone in a hospital. at the end of a dream i kissed a pretty suicidal boy. it was cool. i bought many drinks and overcaf myself as always. bought a cool clipper with eagle. actually i consume more than planned but i also walked more so i hope it burned the excess. walked with my dog in evening. he is happy i guess.

april, 20 i was so active. changed many things in my room. full of work. too much green tea on my table. i can not drink all of it. so many things changed their location. room looks bigger now. my mom still ill so she asked me to buy some oranges (fuckin vitamin c) so i went to the mall. i never ever buy fruits before. i always know how to do it and always could do it, no issues with it. i just dont like to do it, like put them in a bag, weight and so on. im too lazy for it lol. i met a cassier boy i have a crush on. well i dont like the crush term. maybe beloved will sounds better? one i love? emotional evoking boy. everything sounds stupid in this stupid language. i met him at the fruit aisle. i bought some stuff and headed away with an eskimo icecream. boy ended his work at the same time. it happens that our roads crossed for a few minutes. it was uh.. i love to have a time with him in it. well we just walked the same street and there were at least 5 meters between us and all the interaction were just my stare and a few awkward smiles. he went home. i guess i know where he lives now. anyway it doesnt change anything. im capable for nothing more than gaze and smile. hes lucky. im so miserable.

april, 21 morning is for sweet cheese candies. noon is for coffee. evening is for cheese lasagna leftovers. i used so many napkins and spent a lot of time to whip off all that fat and oil out of this meal. night im watching crime series while trying not to fall asleep too soon. feeling kinda stomachachy. fvck this day.

april, 22 i recalled my memories about the times of school and psych waed. it made me sick aand destroyed my future. i wish i could just forget it all. i have another awful memory. its about when i threw away my toys when considered myself too grown up for them (13-15 y.o. i think). i never ever trully regret about anything i ever did to humans and i did many things that considered bad and mean. but i always regret painfully about that toys i betrayed. it eats me out every day. i wis i could just delete all my memories.

april, 23 i dont talk with anyone. dont chat. i can not talk with people without being irritated. i feel myself dismissed. i have too many things and thoughts that people dont like to hear and i bring these up. i cant help but being like this. my already weak contact with humans is getting weaker and i dont even care really anymore. heaven know i tried but im too different. i feel myself superior but i may be not, the only i know for sure is that im different and im irritated. fuck them all, fuck them, fuck them. i can lay in my den on clutter, pensils, clothes, towels and toys again. i can sleep like this. i can hide under that thick blanket with gay disney kittens and drift away while imagining hands and hair of guys i saw in sleep, they showed me love. one of them has long black hairand maybe asian skin. second has long brown dreadlocks and burntcaramelcoloured skin. i feel it like in somewhat disordered times of 2016. sick and dreamlike. i felt like i can start levitating soon. im away, im different, im holy and lonely and full of bright worlds. i used to play the guitar with too many flanger effect then, i guess its time to start playing again, even if i cant play and guitar is out of tune, anyway i cant do anything good anymore.

april, 24 everything is in bloom but the veather is very cold now. its like a snowless winter. plants are loosers.

april, 25 zero cola, energy can, some lowcal munch. tea with grape flavor in 8 dirty mugs. walked my dog, saw many others dogs. evening streets are good looking because of lights of modern lanterns and white neon shops lights. pets are smart asses. doggy learned how to open the doors to my rooms and often do it without my consent when i go to the market or literall at any time he wants to come and lay on my matress and cover my jeans with drools. and cat runs to my room and a)just walks b)doing some annoying shit. i have to admit: he is very annoying for me. i dont hate or hurt him but i dont really like him in my room. he is tiring like an active child. i know it well, im my own child.

april, 26 refilled myself with spice and drinks. walked my dog. walk was ok i guess.

april, 27 i started to drink because i woke up, my sleep was rudely interrupted, and didnt want to feel dizzy (spoiler: it didnt help). i made a cup of cofe and few of tea. then i started to feel symptoms of the overcaff dizziness. i went to a market to buy something tasty and waking bc i became suddenly sleepy. i got it and walked away with coffee cola in my hand. also i decided that i shouldnt tke energy drinks on an empty stomach so i ate some chips. then i finished cola, drank old energy drink with new taste. i wasdrinking e drink with cannabis (not drugs) when my laptop failed with connection again. i put some music. curled under the blanket, i feel dizzy and cold.

april, 28 a mess.

april, 29 whats up? few tv series? some tea and random snacks? nothing interesting? waste of time. dry and dull anger out of desperation and sadness.

april, 30 doing boring stuff in my room

may, 1 i decided to spend my money on zero soda and new tastes of icecream (icecream is my safe food)

may, 2 i walked a dog. i think we have a good connection. he shows me directions he wants to go and i decide if we go, he behaves very well, he understands my gestures, it seems like he just minds his own business andi mind mine but he looks for me and knows that i will lead and hepl him if it needed

may, 3 my dad came for a few hours and leaved again (because of work, as always). i drank milk leftouts and walk a dog. i always walk him at evening when dads not home.

may, 4 i woke up at 18. i was in the market, saw a boy i have a crush on, my hed spinned and i almost blacked out. but nobody notised it (at least i think so) dad returned, walked a dog, i ate few cheap candies, drank a new monster and joined another discord server.

may, 5 i found out another my bad habit. i bite my lip piercing metal all the time. its ugly and diy and by biting i make it even uglier, i chew out its black dye. my teeth are swelling a little, and piercing places are too. idk how i still do it without any problems or infections. this habit is annoyng as hell even for myself. i cant stop.

may, 6 so, suslique, i thought looking at my cat ron ("suslique" ad i call every cat) munching a stealed dog fodder and purring out loud, i like you more than i hate you, ur teencat shitto, funny as a fuck"

may, 7 i was so ugly today when i went out for cheap milk and cheap chips and expensive clippetr again. i chilled at the rusty stairs of an abandoned building when saw the old man below who put his big bag on the grass, said "hop!" and released his pug from it. pug was very old and a little crippled. that grandpa bring him there to walk on the grass. people on crowded streets stared on me. i didnt feel goodlooking, i think i was especially unatracteive. i have bnged at night. i hate myself and i have reasons for it.

may, 8 i woke up at 18 and then went away bc of neighbors catasthrophic drills. i still overcome my intake limits somehow

may, 9 all the fuckin mornin i couldnt sleep. then i slept maybe 2 hours till 16, laid for a hour interrupted by my dog who asked to in and out of my rooom for too many times and then again the drills, im on a street and i hate it.

may, 10 i bonged on my moms failed cookies lol.actually theyre not that bad but theres too much flavour in them, it feels weird and hurts my stomach a littl but idc. i usually dont care about my stomach.

may, 11 made a blog for selfies. time to be a king of shame. actually i often take selfies but then delete. sometimes i regret. i have a few pics from 2016, its so weird to see my skin without all these marks, scars and scabs.

may, 12 its so hard to remind myself again that i dont need to buy food all the time, that my fav food will always be and i dont need to buy it all the time i go i that shop because in fact its not always there. its fuckin ukraine with fuckin problems andi will be the last asshole for everyone bc " theres people suffering and dying in other regions and here you are in a safe warm house whinning about lack of marsmallows or anything" but this is my diary that nobody reads anyway so i can say what i want. i dont feel anything about people. i have nothing to say more for now.

may, 13 i was just chillin, indin my bznez and then my mom came and said "do you wanna see the australias song on a eurovision? i think you ll like it". i did. oh shit how i liked it! i loved. mom watched online translation and i saw cuts of all ev2023 songs. most of them was shit exept for maybe 5 of them. my mom sms-voted for poland but polish show and song was shit, i felt offended by it and well…it was the first time i woted in eurovision. for australia of course. those cool longhaired dudes in shiny jackets deserve everything. as a ukraine living guy i feel sad for ukrainian band, it was boring and shitty. and as a hungarian im very sad about hungarian homophobic politics because of which hungary didnt play in a contest.

may, 14 i found out results of contest and was offended by them for maybe a hour, bragged a little, liked few posts about stupid judges and then i found that it all doesnt matter, australia still ma winner, few other cool guys alo rule. i listened a voyager songs and couldnt fall asleep, i guess i was very stimulated by all of it and by too much sugar and caffeine intake, again, holy shit!

may, 15 another day of bread with cheese an teen series.

may, 16 and then another day when i must walk away because of drills. with money in my emo bagpack. endless shops saving me from awful heat and blinding sun but destroying my weight and consuming my cash.

may, 17 hungry rotting feeling. trying to kill it with tea but tea will only make it worse.cold tea of yesterday. sick feeling inside.

may, 18 i understood why i didnt harmed myself so long. i walk and sleep in jeans and take them of only in toilet or whet taking a bath. so legs covered and left untouched most of the time.i can hurt hands of course but it much more visible and suspicious. i dont need my parents to see.

may, 19 i walking my dog patrik a little earlier than always. hes 9 y old,still funny and lively but age is showing. he cant hold himself for long. i think he will need 3 walks per day instead of long 2. when he looks into my eyes with his beautiful big brown melancholick eyes i can see a gray and white hairs around his eyes. his muzzle was always gray but these hairs are definiteky signs of old. i am afraid of future, for real. im afraid about my dog. i have nobody else, i love nobody but him. he can be really selfish and annoying but i cand imagine how to be without him.

may, 20 it was awful bc i slept for only 3 or four hours and i could sleep more but fuckin neighbors with their drills didnt allowed it so i was on the street vlinded by the sun where shitheaded old fuckers chase away old homeless doggiesaway from the places near playgrounds and i cant protect dogs from them bc i am mute. i was upset and flush away feelings with a cola which made me bad. i strayed a little, didnt move too much. i sat on the weird place near the playground but protected from others by piece of wall of 70cm heigh. nobody interested in that place anymore. and it looks like asmall abandoned stage made of bricks and concrete. there was a bench by the wall but it was covered in trash so i sat directly onthe concrete stage. i drank an energy drink with juice, watched the red stray tomcat. i also founda little plush horse, took it with me and wash with a shampoo. its drying now in my room. i drank coffee all the day and at the end looked and felt like 7 weeks old zombie. when i walked with a dog some kids laughed at me, sweared. i really dont understand why. i looked at myself in the mirror and couldnt understand whats so funny, whats wrong with me, what makes me hilarious.i couldnt find. im wasnt really outstandish, nothing to stare to laught. and yet people stare and laugh, every single day. tonight i binged because of nerves

may, 21 i just sat in my room, watched american old wideos, ate few pieces of plain bread, drank teas and lemon water.

may, 22 tried less fat oven baked chips, theyre surprisingly very tasty. new low cal juice icecream named volcano was also tasty but made my hands icky. i was taking very hot bath and almost blacked out. its a bad habit. bathroom was all foggy and soggy, i listened to lifelover dramatically. just when i finished taking my clothes on all the light in house went off. mom said sometimes it will be like this in summer bc they should repair the wires and everything like that which was damaged bu russian weapons.

may, 23 thats so bad and painful when you cant wear your only good jeans and have to walk around in some beige shorts or godforbidden sport pants. i trully hate all the trousers fabrics that are not denim.

may, 24 i know that i could been writing much more interesting diary and even make a book just out of it if just i have an interesting life with people and actions in it. or if i could lie realistically. but i cant so i dont. anyway i often think that one who will read this wouldnt trust me. somehow i have some kins of fear of untrust almost all my life.

may, 25 i cant cope with my life. i never could.

may, 26 today was good honestrly. i had to roam again. but today was bday of my plush dog sasha. i took him with me in my bagpack. it starts raining, normally id didnt mind but i dint know how kong i will stray and it would be very uncomfy with wet clothes on so i stood under the arc for some time, then i came to the clothest market, got icecream and cola, sat in little playhouse on the nearest playground and read kurt vonnegut book from library. playhouse was cool, it had stars painted on its roof.im sure i looked weird in that place for people passing by but i didnt care too much. when rain ends i walked to the mall. theres many clothes shops but i came to watch the landscape only, theres 4 or 5 floors and i watched on this shitty city thru the big window on each floor. city looked not that bad. then i walked into another store and bought pepsi mango. i dont remenber what happened after that but it wasnt good probably.

may, 27 junkfood, blackcola & darkjazZ ' may, 28 me, dog and my parents was at the countryside. it was desolate because nobody lives there after grandpas death, only chikens, bees and skinny cat. im sorry for the cat. sometimes grandpas children come there. my dad did something in garage, my mom cleaned the fridge because there was rotten food. patrik walked around. everybody waited for some old man who will take beehives. what i did: found 5 meters of chain, big scissors, club of wires, scissors and bottle of carbonatedwater and decide to take it all with me walked on the pasture until it was too hot hugged with a horse. it was lightbrown or maybe red breedless mare, country working horse. she was so cuddly. petted that skinny cat until patrik chase her away drank green tea and another bottle of carbonated water read books of ukrainian folk tales with pictures of beautiful longhaired boys layed on the sofa listening to mamaleek and making stupid selfies took pictures of toys i bring with me (toy horses, toy dogs, toy cars, enchantimals girl from kinder surprise? bunny arsonist) dancing and running to techno or whatever rhytmic music in that big room with sofa. walked with mom to the nearest shop for ice cream observed mare and cute foal who wanted to play with my dog but his mom scared him away. finally the foal came to me and touched my hand by his muzzle. draw my dog with halk organized buttons from box by colour (i loved this "game"in my childhood so much) watered plants in pots nobody planted for maybe months (sadly the big palm tree was dead) tumbled/somersaulted in same big sofa room (such a big space, i thought i shoud use it)

may, 29 went onto the field behind the city with my dog. walked there fast so insects couldnt bite us. sunset, moonrise. i even felt like a horse and runned there a little. pathway in high untouched wild grass. good time.

may, 30 i hate children and teens, because they laughing at me, even those goodlooking one are laughing at me, fuck off little pieces of shit, whats so hilarious you find in me to mock?!

may, 31 the reclusive road by consciousness removal project this is the song i listen slowed and reverbed way too much in especially sad and lonely night..

#ed bllog #disorder #mhwnbcb

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sleepysandy · 2 years

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fmab ep 6 rewatch

whos the narrator at the start

am i just dumb and cant recognise who it is

road of hope??

thats amazing

the titles just never miss

i dont remember ed sound so young

like i know hes young but he actually sounds young compared to everyone around them

ooh ed doesnt know shit!!

love that

also interesting how they revealed the secrets of the stone early

but that was only scratching the surface

i totally thought the dad would be dead

ed so short lmao

i love it everytime winry shows up

didnt realise there was an end credits scene

ep 7

will the alchemy intro be there for the whole first season

who were they checking in the east

was it scar

do they just check on all the alchemists

what is mustang doing in central anyways

it was mentioned in the manga but i forgot

same miss sheska

i too want a rich sponsor

what was he supposed to ask

i totally forgot

so this country got death penalty

should i watch the 2003

since the barry ep was apparently a highlight of the og show

ep 8

this is a good ep for al

wheres barrys mark

ok sweeney todd

al u have pictures

inspiration from a minor antagonist

love that

if evil why hot!!!

ooh envy was willing to show their face since they can shapeshift anyway

ep 9

wait no alchemy intro

winry acting dumb u forgot a screw

ponytail >> braid

i also did not like milk and also short

automail so cool

wonder how different it is from real prosthetics

vry funny how even in the japanese dub the fullmetal achemist commercial is in english

not everyone hearing this private convo

do the lieutenants ever figure out that al had no body

ep 10

no alchemy intro again

so they stopped at 9

why do they wear a white coat

the eye contact

not the separate destinations

eds drawings lmao

oh the flap in front of their coat is just their coat folded over

i thought it was a fanny pack

lmao i establish you as trustworthy

forbid u lmao

i do wonder abt his intelligence

well he does have most high officers

winry taller than ed

ugh not this dude

bradley wont do shit!!

noooo

i hate this!!

this is why its better to just be dumb

NAURRR

I CANT WATCH THIS

observational skills slay

NAURRR

this is why cellphones are a thing

bradley u got no right

stfu elicia

that was a slay mustang

lmao they know the ed and al wont listen to even the fuhrer

the shot of the grave was vry cool

#fma #fmab

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mxdotpng · 2 years

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props to me and me only

#.text #orv #why tf did past me write 'the other one' in reference to yoo jonghyuk slash secretive plotter. wtf. dude.#no. no. i cant complain. im trying to remember the number rn and its just not coming.#18. something or other.#The Other One #i shouldnt even say 'the other one' theres like 3 of him #APPARENTLY this is only proof of me having to read chapters like 3 times to remember it all bc i didnt. i didnt even #i didnt remember that he was wearing the white coat #like i completely forgot he was wearing kim dokja's coat when he died #how did i forget that #sigh #anyway #I WAS RIGHT #euphoria.#i dont actually know if its like obvious bc. i cant remember #any of it #at all #but i was right. ive never been right with my theories before. never ever ever #im gonna ride this high forever. never letting it go #maybe ill be good at actually reading lore in other stuff now 🙄#im glad the meow wows werent here when i was going through kh my theories were so fucked up stupid and bad #but also i was watching the cutscenes while in math class so i have an excuse #but also like. finishing this arc up #metatron...... why are you and agares so gay......#like.#that chapter? with them? forming the ark?#that was. gay. why #i think its funny that kim dokja makes most of his enemies by being gayer and having a more romantic story than they do #thats so funny. like. i love that. i also. ran out of tags :(

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lucyslovelies · 2 years

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hi queen could you write me a scott x straight female who has freckles and wears a yellow top and likes seth rogen movies reader? i'll pay you

Thank you so much for requesting anon! I'd be more than happy! Sorry for the delay, I was recently court ordered to psychiatric evaluation but I just got out!

Scott x Reader

Scott Dustler walked out of the cabin. It was a sunny morning on Wawanakwa island, and the first day of the competition. After All-Stars Chris suddenly had revealed a loophole in six contestant's contracts that contracted them for another season, though Scott didn't know who else was there, since he had mysteriously arrived alone.

A rustling in a bush nearby distracted the skinny cute ginger and he turned to see Dakota, a blonde airhead who was obsessed with attention and fame (AN: In this AU I decided that the ROTI ending is non-canonical. I will make a separate post about my personal headcanon for the true ending if asked). She was covered in scratches, mud and sticks and looked mad. "Scott?" she asked. "I got dropped off in the middle of the woods for christs sake! Chris couldnt even bring me to the docks... how did you get here?"

"The boat, same as always. No one else was on board through.... do you know who else is on the island?"

"Yes... Heather Smith is here, and so is Noah Lonnie. But those are the only returning contestants... the other two are new" Dakota smiled.

"Wow, new contestants already?" Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, one boy and one girl" Dakota laughed.

"Fresh meat huh... their in for a real surprise when they get here" Scott muttered.

Suddenly a noise happened from anothr bush, this time it was across the way though. Heather Smith tumbled out, her long black hair tied into a bun at the tope of her head. She was newly 18 and looked the part, which made the pictures falling out of her coat even more mysterious, since they appeared to be a small boy. Pehaps her nephew? Scott thought.

"Hi Heather" Dakota said. she was being friendlier than usual, so Sxott thought about using her in an alliance. However he shrugged it off and turned away.

"Whos that?" she pointed to the pictures.

"Uhhh, that's my boyfriend duh" Heather spit on Dakota. Scott was about to take a look when another person emerged from the forest. It was Noah.

"Cody Anderson, remember?" he rolled his eyes sarcastically and a bit gayly, Scott thought. "Theyve been dating since like world tour"

Heather crossed her arms but her eyes were dreamy as she thought of her boyfriend. He expression made Scott's tummy hurt as he thought about his last ex, Courtney, who had dumped him to be with his old friend Mike...

A tear came to his eye which was very unmanly so Scott flicked it away.

"Where are teh new contestants?" Dakota said.

"I saw one earlier it looked like a girl but I could hardly tell" Heather replied

"What do you mean?" Scott asked

"Well the hair was all brown and messy and short enough to either be a boy or a girl, a little androgynous if you ask me. It had freckles too, lots of them... I hate that look" Heather explained.

"Really?" Scott inquired.

"Yeah" Noah added. "And I saw a boy too with curly brown hair... he was kindof cute too... wait, I meant-"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Ignore him. hes just a silly little gayboy"

"Heather that's kindof homophobic..." Dakota muttered but Heather ignored her and did her makeup.

Scott didnt add in (he knew Heather was right, but as a bi sexual he was still offended) because he was thinking about the girl heater described... it sounded almost like Courtney, except the part about the androgyny.

Suddenly another sound came from behind them. everyone jumped but it was just a boy and a girl emerging from the wilderness. The girl was just like Heather had described, except she was wearing a bright yellow crop top under a pair of overall jeans with white sneakers. her hair was a bit tousled by the wind and she had freckles too, but her eyes were green instead of brown like courtney's. the boy said something first.

"h-hey everyone... I'm mickey and this is my sister y/n" he said sounding nervous. "we're triplets but our brother Jay is in the hospital with pneumonia so only we could come"

"Siblings" Heather aske.d she looked sweet but she was like a snake, Scott could tell she was figuring out that the two mjstve had an alliance already. Scott was not unsure of that himself.

"Hi everyone, I'm y/n" the girl said, holding out her hand for Scott to shake. he accepted it and noticed her firm grip and rough hands- it was lmost like shed been raised on a farm. she wasnt like any other girl on the island so far and scott wasn't sure what to think of that yet....

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a-chaotic-dumbass · 2 years

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Chaos Ranking ToG Characters: Fashion Addition🌸

note🌸 i ranked em all based on how good they looked and how memorable their looks were. bam tier is code for bland, and who the FUCK r u is for the charas i dont remember, or havent seen in the story. when i reach the lower tiers i'll just talk abt a few charas per tier. this is my opinion etc etc lets roll.

S: amazing breath taking show stopping fabulous🌸 noone. my standards for fashion r either rlly high or i cant get em low nuff for a single character to get there.

A: luv that for them🌸 that is more characters than i expected and i feel like my bias got em way higher than they should've been. ahem anyways, white's clone looked nice and was memorable nuff. cant get her lower cus the dress was cute, but she was extremely minor so i cant rank her any higher, im already doin her a favor. white oh boy. he constantly has either banger looks or he looks like he just came from cleaning up horse shit. i cant reasonably rank him higher, cus of that red sweater look and cus of the coat he had in s3. maschenny was pretty. thats all. her dresses were nice, she wasnt annoying and she didnt give a shit abt anyone so obv my bias played in and i ranked her A yier. deal w it. Garam was,,, okay? listen i was rlly trying to get sumone higher up i didnt have many options mkay. her wearing a short skirt was whatev but i liked her hair. Data Eduan also looked rlly nice. its a tie w him and Garam but i ranked her higher than Eduan cus he wasnt giving what needed to be gave. Yasratcha cus he's a cat boy. hated his shoes so he's lower than Eduan, but whatev. Paracule,,, he was memorable, not a fashion disaster, relatable, whats not to look for in a man!

B: potentials there ig🌸 Red Witch was cute and better than the gps we have. nothin else to say other than that i liked her hair and dress. Lero,,, i was doing a favor cus his s1 clothes did none. Elaine was pretty in s2, the biggest downgrade of her clothes happened in s3 that i rather she be dead. she got the worst possable treatment but i'll ignore that cus she beat bam's ass real good. Elaine's Assistent had a gay look. thats the only reason why she ranked so high. Gustang was,,, acceptable ig. he still looks like genderbended dora the explorer but im doin my bestie a favor rankin him so high. Karaka oh how far u fallen. he looks nice, i like his armor, but he's just bland so he's stayin in B tier. Khun i was also turnin a blind eye to. i placed him way higher than he deserved and if u read my posts it shows but ig he's okay. Evankhell has an exremely ugly color palette but she's the only woman i can think of who looks over 30 and she has a sick scar so she gets the edge cus milf. Rak,,, oh dear Rak. so much potential, so much personality, yet still never being used other than for comedy. Rabbit idk why he's there. i think he just had a funky staff and insulted bam so i take what i can get. Rachel i just thought could have a lotta potential when it comes to styling her clothes. putting her in baggier clothes could show how insecure she is abt her body and making her try yo imitate other characters' style could show how she wishes she could be like them, but that potential is being wasted. an enby can dream tho. Bones Dude just had a funky vibe. idk wot else u want from me. That One Girl had rlly nice cllthes compared to everyone else round her. they were bland, sure and i wish the royal blue of her jacket was spread out through her design more or was made white or black, but its okay i like it we accept her into my house. and Yama,,, lowkey? was doing my bestie a favor cus he was giving rocker dude who tries too hard vibe but its okay he's a dogboy, we can forgive.

C: u spend so much time in the closet and come out like this🌸 Xia Xia was cute ig? she was bland but cute we can give her that. That One Blonde Girl had a pretty uniform and nice hair. idk what else u want from me. The Twin Princesses weeere boring. cute but boring which is a theme in this tier. That One Yuri Rival was,,, okay. so much goin on yet nothing at all. liked the makeup, the color was funky, got bored by everythin else. Yuri iss meh. her base look is cute but bland, the colors are fine and her hair piece brings attention to her eyes and head, but all her other looks bore me to sleep. Hansung's clothes suck. plain and simple. his first look is good, but everythin after is either horrid or unmemorable. White's Clone is also okay. i have nothin else to say abt it. Enryu i placed there cus i had mercy on his ass.

D: u come into my house wearing that? not on my watch bitch🌸 Jahad is,,, meh. D: is prolly the best way to describe him. its all and nothing, the colors r disgusting, but he looks better than he used to. he doesnt look regal like a king, he looks dirty like a rat. Yura doesnt read like a pop star, she reads like an office worker. Hatz is just boring. he isnt actively bad, just nothing sticks in my mind, his colors arent any better. Ehwa was annoying me whenever she showed her face and her clothes did her no favors. her colors didnt compliment her, she acted like a brat the whole time and she has nothing else to give to the plot nor the style of the story.

F: u srsly pop out ur mama lookin like that?🌸 Urek has the worst possable hat he could. "r u lost baby girl" lookin ass. "whats up fellow kids". he looks like an adult trying to fit in w his kids. he looks like he watches sport for hobby. he looks like he hasnt touched a woman in 5 years. he looks like a Brad. he looks straight while bein so extremely gay. Data Jahad is just ugly, periodt. nothin else to say. I cant reasonavly put Endorssi above f tier purely cus she annoys me and cus of that red pants look. it ruined her fashion forever and i can no longer take her srsly ever.

bam🌸 just boring clothes. almoust like bam🤔. nothin to say here.

who the FUCK r u🌸 charas i dont remember, havent met, or just give me a headache thinkin abt.

#chaos reads #long post #tog #tower of god #<- for filtering just in case #fave #tog rant

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

#bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader fluff #barry #barry berkman #barry block #barry bergman imagine #barry berkman fluff #fluff #angst #barry x reader #barry x you #barry fluff #marriage

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sweetiejunie · 3 years

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Txt reaction to having a smart s/o

Genre: fluff

💕 Requested: txt reaction to SO who is really educated/working on her masters/does well in school/research - can code n all that jazz

A/n: repost cause it wasn’t showing up in search results. I thought it would fix itself like usual but it didnt :’)

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Intellect

—.*•—

Yeonjun

He’s never asked too much about your background

At least in terms of your education

He knew you studied part time for something having to do with computers, but not much of the specifics

One day he went over to your apartment announced to surprise you

Instead he found you on your living room floor aggressively typing something on your laptop

At first he thought a coworker had pissed you off and you replying with angry reply

But when he peeked at your screen he just saw lines and lines of text in different colours that he couldn’t understand

And that’s when he realised you were coding and honestly, he’d just be in awe

“Hey babe. When did you learn how to code?”

“Didnt i tell you i took a course for coding a while ago? I just do this for fun now.”

Well damn, he didn’t know he had someone so smart for a s/o

Instantly he would cancel whatever plans he initially had for the two of you and proceed to sit next to you and ask what every line you typed meant

“What’s this one mean?” He’d ask pointing to line you just typed

“That’s just for the colour of the words.”

And this went went on for almost every other line

—.*•—

Soobin

Soobin always loved listening to your random trivia knowledge

Like “soobin did you know that if you yawn when someone else yawns it shows you have empathy?”

Or “did you know that 210 stars explode every 7 seconds?”

And even the dumber ones like “did you know the game among us actually came out in 2018?”

And every time you said something like this out of the blue, he wouldn’t stop you

He loved listening to you talk about such things

He thought you were the cutest when you spoke about whatever it was going on in your mind

Sometimes he swears that you’re like a computer that has 20 different tabs open at once

Even when you would even speak for lengthy periods of time, he never cared, even if he didn’t remember much of what you said, he would still listen in the moment

Just smiling to himself and watching the gestures and facial expressions you would make

And let’s be real, he would be so much more distracted just watching you talk than actually trying to process what it was you’re saying

Loves to ask you random questions to see if you know the answers cause he knew how happy you were talking about these random topics

—.*•—

Beomgyu

He knew you were busy studying for your bachelors degree

But that doesn’t mean he wanted any less time with you

So he decided it would be a good idea to go look for you on your campus

After much wandering around and asking for directions to the science block, he eventually found you in one of the labs

He wasn’t allowed in — for obvious reasons — so he watched you from outside

You were wearing a lab coat and goggles, dissecting something that he couldn’t quite make out

In that moment he realised how hard you’ve been working, and how smart you actually were

He wouldn’t have a clue what to do in there, but everything was so natural for you

When you finally saw him on the other side of the window and exited the room he would pull you into a tight hug and tell you how proud he was

When you were actually done, he would ask you so many questions about what you studied and what you were doing

“I was just dissecting a mammal heart, my teacher wanted us to sketch out the pulmonary value in the right ventricle for our next class.”

He probably couldn’t understand half the words you were saying, but nontheless he still pretended like he did

—.*•—

Taehyun

You loved reading, be it fantasy books, mystery books, thriller books etc

But you never really read infront of taehyun before since you didn’t like having to carrying around a physical book everywhere

And taehyun never knew about this

That is until he went to your apartment and found the wall of books you had in your room

“Did you read all these?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re really interesting. I just finished reading ‘the shadows between us.”

He’s never been much of a fan of ‘reading for fun’

He never understood how looking at words on a white paper could be interesting, like theres a movie, why would you spend so many more hours reading it instead?

So he was somewhat shocked when he found out you did

He probably went on to ask you about the story and what happens in the book

And wants to borrow the book from you to give reading it a go

In the end, he ends up buying you so many new books. Whenever you go out together and pass by a book shop he would ask if you want to go in. Or if he’s alone and sees a book he thinks you’ll like he’ll just get it

—.*•—

Huening Kai

Caught you studying late one day, fast asleep on the textbook you were reading

He’s told you many times not to over do it, but you never listened

He carefully tucked you into bed and went back to keep your book

His eyes glanced over the page you were at and a picture of a dog caught his interest

Deciding to find out what you were studying, he read a page

The page spoke about ivan povlov and his work on classical conditioning

Honestly, he barely understood what it wrote and was thankful he didn’t have to study such things when he was in school

He’d be amazed how you could do this on the daily and even make notes about it

The next day he would ask you so many questions about it

Asking you who ivan pavlov was and how he could be so cruel to the dog and also about poor Little Albert

He’d be more concerned about the wellbeing of the subjects rather than the actual experiment.

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Ik some of this wouldn’t be considered ‘smart’ but i just wanted to write them. Nonetheless hope u enjoyed this 💕

#txt fanfic #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt post #yeonjun fanfic #beomgyu fanfic #txt reactions #txt imagine #soobin fanfic #taehyun fanfic #hueningkai fanfic

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Esoteric.

Witch!Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader

Summary: What was a witch, exactly? Someone who casts spells? Dabbled in medicine? Fought in battles? You didn’t know. That was, until you met one.

WARNINGS!: Soft!Dom!Izuku, Face-sitting, Fingering, Potion-play

Category: Smut

Word Count: 7.3k (more than half is like.. pure smut..)

A/N: The final day of the Izumonth Collab!

P.S. I really love Witch!Izuku, idk if you can tell,,, Also, I made the witch!collage above! ‘Tis just to suck you into the mood. And sorry this was.. a bit late.. heheh,,,

Just To Clarify:

You’re both consenting adults

Witches, though actually fairly rare, are seen as common beings

Witches aren’t human

Fantasy-ish au!

Tag List:

@coupsieddori @desia2 @strwbrry-lia @my-bnha-things

Every castle has a witch.

It’s been that way for as long as you, or anyone else, could remember.

It was normal.

Mundane to some.

Just something you’d hear about time and time again.

They were workers, just like you.

But yet, that never stopped your sense of wonder.

They never were in plain sight, not for a peasant such as yourself, anyway.

It always brought up so many questions whenever you’d stop to think about it.

What did they look like?

Were they nice, or wicked?

How did their magic work?

What did they wear?

Depending on the kingdom, most witches were treated like royalty, especially those who worked in castles.

Of course, how could someone so powerful not have such a title?

It made you question if it was given out of fear, or respect.

It wasn’t until you met the witch of Thidel castle, the ever-so-generous Izuku Midoriya, that your questions were all willingly answered.

You truly weren’t anticipating meeting him during such a catastrophe of a day. Looking back, it was quite embarrassing.

You were the baker’s assistant, tasked with making the batter to elaborate sweets for the King’s ball that evening.

The flour was freshly ground from the mill, the vanilla was as pure as a white daisy, the sugar ever-so-sweet, eggs fetched that morning, everything was perfect.

In fact, everything was running all nice and smoothly, until the King decided to ask for triple the amount of baked goods he had originally requested.

Not only did that mean running to town and back in shoes already falling apart, but that also meant stirring and stirring and stirring until it felt as if your arms were on fire and about to melt off.

You were covered in ingredients and sweat, the other bakers and assistants were running around, spilling things on each other, and making large messes as they pulled their hair out to get everything done on time.

It was chaos.

And that’s when he showed up.

You forgot what he was originally there for, herbs, perhaps?

Batter smudged on your cheek, you were carrying a large sack of flour to the mixing station when the door opened.

You slipped comedically on an egg that had fallen on the floor, and of course, you had to slam into this sudden brick wall of a man.

White powder flew everywhere, and the clock stopped in your head as you watched in horror as the last bag of flour you had was just about to spill all over the dirty cobblestone.

That’s when you saw it for the first time.

Magic.

He had simply flicked his wrist and all of the flour was back in its bag, and such a high ranking individual was on his knees, sputtering apologies to you.

To you, of all people.

A lowly peasant.

It felt unreal.

But that was how you met him.

He looked up and the first image he had of you forever imprinted in his head was wild (H/C) hair coated in sweat and flour, cheeks smudged with chocolate and dried batter, eyes wide with panic, and cheeks a burning red.

He never let you live it down, the bastard.

That night at the ball, you met him again. He had the gall to note how you cleaned up fast, all while sheepishly smiling at you like you were the only girl in the room.

You wanted to punch him at the time. Or die of embarrassment. He was still the witch after all, and never before had someone so high class spoken to you before. You were filled with so many emotions that night, you were sure you were going to throw up.

Instead, you smiled, offered him a pastry, and walked away.

He just had to follow you, though.

His reason being, “I was looking for some entertainment at such a boring event.”

It had made you laugh, as IF you were any entertainment. From then on, though, after having spent an entire night chatting the time away, he was as hooked on you as you were with him.

Nowadays, you got to frequent his studies often.

A privilege not many had, as apparently- witches were quite stubborn with letting people into their sanctuary and touching their things.

Perhaps it was a possessive trait of theirs, one that kept them from misplacing important potions, books, and ingredients, but nevertheless you were absolutely honored to be allowed somewhere so.. otherworldly.

The King and his youngest son were the only ones besides yourself allowed in.

But stepping inside would always be a slap to the face, no matter how many times you actually did enter.

It wasn’t exactly clear to you how he did it, or how the witch before him did it, but the small study tucked away on the east wing of the castle wasn’t a small study at all.

The old, heavy brown door was signed with words of a language unknown to you and others, the hinges creaking ever so slightly as you pulled it open, only to be met with a two-story home inside.

Your nose was always immediately hit with the earthy scent of rain and plants, no doubt from the plethora of the heavenly greens hanging about the place, glowing orbs of light hovering near the ones doomed to never touch true sunlight.

The place was cluttered yet neat, parchments piling up in one corner, yet another where they laid organized.

It was almost like a different world crafted by steady and loving hands.

Old maps were tacked to one of the walls, scribbled writing and red circles pointing out certain areas of the land beyond the one you knew.

Witches apparently had their own realm, or at least, “a pocket of Earth hidden away from humans by magic”, as Izuku had thoughtfully explained one night as a thunderstorm raged on outside.

Old books smelling of age are scattered about, the large bookshelf barely able to contain them all.

Candles lit by a green flame surround a large wooden table, herbs such as chamomile, ginger, ginseng, valerian, lavender, and saffron are neatly placed by a bowl, wrapped in bundles. Clearly, he was going to try and make some more anti-depressant mixture for the prince again.

He was more of a naturalist when it came to the sick, unless worse came to worse.

He was essentially a glorified doctor who was far more knowledgeable on plants rather than bone structure and types of sickness.

He was a sweetheart who helped all he could.

Hell, he was even taken to some battles as a last defense.

Despite looking so innocent, with his baby fat still hugging his cheeks and freckles splattered all about, the definition of youth, he was quite powerful.

Scarily so.

You had heard hushed whispers from fellow servants about how he had taken down armies alone multiple times before, coming back with nothing but burns and a broken bone or two.

He was terrifying to those who didnt take a mere second to glance at him.

But those who did were greeted with nothing but a warm smile and the fleeting wave of a busy man.

It was a mystery how you had managed to capture his undivided attention, enough so that he had made you his, the plain-looking bracelet made from leather string holding an emerald sealed with magic signifying that.

You were untouchable.

Once gutted with fear, you walked the polished grounds of the castle freely.

After all, not even a King would so much as dare to harm witches beloved, lest he wanted to be burned alive by immortal flames and sent to the ninth level of hell.

A level solely made by strong users of the past, the ones who carved the road for witchery, having bent time itself to do so.

Truly terrifying how powerful they could be, but yet it was so mystifying.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t spent nights wide awake listening to him ramble about their history, about how they came to be and how they flourished.

They didn’t start off as human-like creatures, they started off as a ball of magical light in a land filled with nothing.

It was said that witches built the Earth from the ground up until greed overtook the lands and the humans overpopulated them.

And yet, they work harmoniously together.

Humans fearful of their power, and witches just naturally seeking to help people and continue their craft in harmony with all those who share the lands they grew from scratch.

It truly was a peaceful existence they led, you couldn’t help but admire it.

Just like you always have.

Pulling the door shut, it locked behind you as you stepped over some paper with doodles, knowing better than to mess with his disorganized things without him in the room to see it.

Speaking of, you were asked here this evening, something about wanting to try out a new potion he had made.

He was always making new things, an inventor of sorts, but never one to have you as a test subject.

Of course, it piqued your curiosity and had you quickly cleaning up the mess you had made in the kitchen when the day was officially over just to get here as fast as you could.

The large window covered in vines holding a small couch beneath it glistened with the light of a crescent moon, casting the room lit with an array of colors in a cool glow.

Smoke from the candles blurred the light, only to collide with the wooden floor above them.

Humming, you grabbed an orb sitting on a side table, holding it in the moonbeams so it would absorb its brightness. A candlestick of sorts made from magic. You weren’t going to risk going into complete darkness again.

He was obviously not in his work area, so he was probably upstairs.

And so, as quietly as you could, you crept up the old stairs, holding your breath and biting your lip whenever you came to a creaky step. You wanted to scare him, or at the very least surprise him

He was so easy to scare, and he always made the cutest of noises when you did it.

It was hard not to try everytime you were given the chance.

Once you made it to the top, fingers clasped tightly around the carved wooden railing, you looked around the darkened hallway, searching for the room he’s most likely to be in.

None of them had any lights on, which was eerily odd.

He never was much a fan of complete darkness.

It only raised questions as to if he wasn’t here yet, or if he was leaving you high and dry.

No, he would never do such a thing. Perhaps you’re early?

Chewing on your thumbnail, you stood dead at the top of the stairs, waiting for a sign that he was here.

“BOO!”

“ARGGHH!” you shrieked, jumping away from the noise only to have your back slammed against the wall.

Horrified, you snapped your head to the direction of the noise, only to find a giddy Izuku covering his mouth with a leather-gloved hand, holding away his giggles.

Huffing, you placed a hand on your heart, ignoring the laughs that seeped out of him.

“Geeze, you scared me!” You chided, glaring up into his playful green eyes.

“Oh, like you weren’t trying to do the same to me just now.”

Laughing still, he bent down in front of you, offering you a hand to help you up.

Ever the gentleman.

Placing your palm into his own, he easily pulled you up to your feet, holding you against his muscular chest in a welcoming hug, to which you eagerly returned, arms wrapping around his slender waist.

Though you didn’t know the common body type of a witch, you had to admit, he was certainly buff. Not that you minded.

He could easily throw you over his broad shoulder, and you loved it.

Completely defenseless and vulnerable.

Oh, how sweet it was to trust fully in someone.

His foreign clothes were soaked in his familiar thick scent, the smell of the forest after it had just rained, dewdrops in the early morning sun, a hint of pine, and his own natural musk that always had your head spinning. He tends to travel the forests in the kingdom often, collecting natural herbs and stones he found interesting.

He had jars and jars of rocks and stones, sometimes cracking them open to reveal crystals tucked away inside. He’d always make little trinkets out of them, giving them to people he deemed as friends as a sign of gratitude. You only had one, made from the rarest crystal he had ever found, taaffeite.

“So, why did you need me?” You mumbled against his chest, cheek rubbing against his familiar warmth.

“Firstly, I always need you.” The sap.

“Mhmm..” you hummed out, letting him pull away and grab your hand, taking the glowing orb and tossing it up and down as he led you down the corridor.

“Secondly,” he trailed off, leaving the orb to float in the air as he unlocked his bedroom door, pulling you inside.

“It’s a bit of a personal thing I can only trust you with testing.”

Smiling to yourself, you sat down on the edge of his large bed, running your fingers over the soft wool that made up his thick comforter.

Never one to use dead animal pelts.

“Is that so?” Your eyes naturally follow his being as he walks around the room, shuffling through different materials before snapping his fingers to light the stone fireplace off on the other side of the room, providing more light, as well as warmth, so he could see where he was going and not trip on the books scattered across the floor.

He didn’t like the windows in his bedroom open at night.

“Y-yes..” he stuttered, fumbling around with a few glass jars on his desk, muttering to himself as he examines the label on each one. Seemingly finding what he was looking for, he turned back to you, proudly showing that he had found it before making his way back to the bed.

“What is that for?” Curious, your fingers brushed against the cool glass containing the shimmering magenta liquid as he sat beside you on the bed, mattress dipping enough from his weight that your sides knocked together.

“A few weeks ago, Shōto had asked a familiar question, if I possessed the ability to make every potion out there. Of course I- I can’t exactly, but I’ve enough skill to make some rather.. exotic potions. He questioned if I ever tried something different than just potions to heal the sick or offer beauty, and I haven’t. I don’t know why, but realizing that upset me. As if my skill set was limited to just some average joe healer,”

“Izuku..”

“So for a while now, I’ve been branching out. Trying different types of potions and having him as the tester.”

“Is that why he’s been acting different these days?”

“Precisely. I’m just lucky I haven’t gotten in trouble for turning him into a frog yet..” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his head as you took the glass from him to ogle it.

“So what is this then?”

“Um..” Embarrassment was creeping up his neck and resting on his cheeks as he averted his shy eyes, “I have a hunch of what it might do. But.. secret?”

You pout at him, “Shouldn’t I know what this is?”

“You’ll know soon! I promise it won’t harm you, darling.” Leaning down, he pecks a kiss on your cheek, large arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into a side hug.

Taking the glass from your hands, he pulled the cork out, glittery, pink mist floating out like smoke from a blown-out candle.

“So, what do you say? Will you try it?” It was almost as if he was giving you no option other than yes with those big puppy eyes of his staring into your soul.

Licking your lips, an action his eyes followed, you gulped the nervousness away.

What had you to fear? This was Izuku after all. Had he ever done you harm? Absolutely not.

You had no reason not to trust the man who held your heart.

“Alright.”

Joy lit up his face, smiling so widely his eyes crinkled.

Huffing out a laugh, you took the bottle from him again, curiously sniffing its fragrance.

“Chocolate and.. maca?” The scent was certainly familiarly tasty, having worked with the foods before, being a baker. Judging how the liquid didn’t resemble them at all, it was off-putting. How had he managed to trap such a delicate smell inside?

“Mhm! That’s right! Apparently, when made, the potion takes on a heavenly smell. Most are usually bitter.”

“Ahh..” Trailing off you eyed it up one last time before finally bringing it to your lips, a shiver running down your spine at just how cold the glass still was, despite being in a warm room.

Tilting the glass up, the liquid glimmering in the light of the fire traveled down the shoot, pouring into your awaiting mouth, feeling as if you were swallowing a runny syrup.

It had the slightest hint of sugar and cinnamon to its flavor, but nothing else. How odd.

Gulping it all down just to get it over with, your eyes that unknowingly closed fluttered open as he pulled the glass away.

Feeling perfectly fine, you stared up at him with confusion, about to speak before his lips cut you off, tongue poking out to lick the renaming liquid from the corner of your mouth.

The clink of the bottle being set down echoed around the room before his gloved palm delicately cupped your cheek, tilting your head as to deepen the kiss.

His tongue eagerly explored the wet cavern of your mouth, as if he was drinking the little essence from his own creation left over.

Pulling away with a wet pop, his forehead rested against yours, mesmerizing green eyes staring softly into your own, waiting.

Waiting for what was what you didn’t know, perhaps for the potion to take effect.

You were eager to find out just what it was, but you had a semblance of a guess considering the position you found yourself in.

“How do you feel?” he whispered breathlessly against your parted lips.

Just as you were about to reply, your words got caught in your throat as your body began to heat up in a familiar way.

“I..” You pant, grip on his cotton shirt tightening as your gut suddenly twisted with a burning need for HIM.

Your (E/C) eyes glaze over with lust in front of his own, pupils dilating as your body began to shake, whimpers escaping your throat.

Thighs rubbing together to offer friction you didn’t know you desperately craved until now, you looked at him helplessly, so close to falling apart if it weren’t for his large hand on the small of your back holding you close to his steady figure.

“I-I feel hot.. Izuku..”

You whined, chewing at your lip as you wiggled beneath his excited stare.

“Good.”

Suddenly, his lips connected with yours once more, drawing a stuttered moan from your throat at the contact you unknowingly began to crave more and more as your lips connected again and again.

You clung to him like a koala, kissing him fervently like you would never be able to again, desperate to have his undivided attention.

Hands sliding to your hips, he pulled you onto his lap, legs hugging his own as hot breaths mingled together with the wet sound of kisses.

“Ah..!” You squeaked against him, your hips involuntarily grinding down onto his crotch, greedily searching for the pleasure your body desperately craved.

“M-mmm.. Izu.. I-” Your apology was cut off with a nip to your neck, “Don’t apologize,” he scolded. Grip still on your hips, he pulled you down rougher against his hardening dick, his hips thrusting up to meet your own, eliciting a sharp cry from your being as your head threw back at the sudden pressure where you craved it most.

He was quick to chase your lips, dragging you back into your heated makeout, swallowing every moan you let out as you both humped each other like horny dogs, the eagerness from him only adding to the pool of moisture leaking out of your body.

The button on his trousers was rubbing deliciously against your clothed clit, making your hips stutter every so often as you fought to maintain that hard surface.

Saliva began to drip down the side of your mouth from the intense kissing, but you hadn’t a care in the world.

No, your mind was too fogged to even think about it.

All you craved was him.

Him.

You yearned for him like he’d been gone a decade, and your body acted on it in a way you were typically shy about.

Biting your lip, he pulled away from the kiss, dragging a whine of protest from you before he hushes you by licking the outer shell of your ear, breath fanning across it only adding to the tingles of excitement shooting down your arched spine. “Hush,” he commanded, and as if you couldn’t disobey him, your words of protest died on your tongue, leaving only a parted mouth and heavy breaths.

Licking down the column of your neck, nose brushing against you, he searched for that familiar sweet spot on you, teeth grazing your flesh.

Still grinding on his hard cock covered by pants, a wet spot no doubt leaking past the underwear you wore beneath your hiked up skirt and onto him, you gasp once he found the place he was looking for.

Smirking, he nibble gently, holding you still as you began to wiggle once more.

Your head tilted to the side to give him more room as he sucked on your skin, teeth repeatedly nibbling at your sensitive flesh. Biting down harshly, you cried out with pain and pleasure, hips grinding down so hard onto him he groaned, the vibration making your heart jump in your throat.

“A-ahh… hnng.!” Moans poured salaciously past your thoroughly kissed lips, holding onto him for dear life as he controlled your being with every fiber of his own.

A button on your blouse popped open, and your foggy gaze traveled down just to see his fingers expertly undoing each one without looking, letting your bare breasts bounce out above your corset.

Not giving you a second to cover yourself out of embarrassment, his large hand cupped one of your tits, massaging it gently just to feel the soft flesh as your chin rested against his grounding shoulder, small moans now directly in his awaiting ear.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N).” He praised, eyes filled with nothing but love as he got to watch your unusually heated body search for the pleasure it craved.

You were usually so shy in bed, but with this potion pumping through your veins, he hoped it’d help give you the confidence boost you needed.

Though, that wasn’t the only thing it did.

He was filled with anticipation, if his throbbing member was anything to go by.

Thumb circling around your cute, perky nipple, he took the bud between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently and rolling it between them, dragging high pitched whines from you.

You couldn’t help but pull away from him again, body constantly shifting from the delicious pleasure you were being given.

Fully pulling your blouse off, he left your chest completely bare, giving him the chance to dip his head down and latch onto the opposite nipple, lathering it in attention with his warm muscle, sucking softly and continuously rolling your other nipple with his hand.

It left you craving more, fingers threading through his messy green curls, pulling as to not lose yourself, only eliciting yet another deep groan that vibrated on your skin.

Feeling yourself slowly start to come undone, you desperately ground against him, pants becoming high pitched and moans being louder.

He could tell you were getting close, and from grinding alone no less, it made him feel so damn good to know he could get you to come purely from grinding.

But he didn’t want you to cum like this.

Certainly not.

And so, he fell back on his back dragging you with him as his lips found yours again.

Gripping at the hem of your skirt, he yanked it down, pulling it off your legs. Using a little handy magic, he effortlessly pulled your own shoes off, already working your underwear down your quivering thighs, eyes zeroed in on the drip of wetness attaching your core to them for a split second before they were across the other side of the room.

Corsets were always his worst nightmare.

He couldnt think too clearly to untie the knot in the back as your now bare crotch rubbed against his own, so without thinking, he ripped it off, the bare display of strength having you keening against him.

“Princess,” he whispered against your lips, dragging your hips upwards, “please, sit on my face.”

How vulgar of him to say, with a smile no less, but nonetheless it scent a throb of want to your stomach, and you found yourself, once again, unable to disobey him.

Your body burned red from embarrassment as you crawled up his own still fully clothed one, but you weren’t given the chance to dwell on it before he moved your hips directly over his face, tongue poking out to lap at your dripping folds.

“Gaah..!” You cried, fingers digging into the blanket beneath him as your hips once again helplessly sought the pleasure you craved, unafraid to press down against him.

Your juices tasted so sweet, he eagerly lapped at you like a dog deprived of water.

He had to hold you still against his face, drinking in the image of your breasts jiggling like jelly with every shuttered breath you took, head flung back and eyes shut tight as you focused purely on the way the flat of his tongue licked you up like a sugary treat.

He couldn’t help but occasionally press a kiss against your sobbing flesh, teasingly avoiding your clit begging for attention each time you moved against his mouth.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room, only sending his mind into a state of hunger, wanting to drag every noise out of you he could, along with the loud licking that caused your essence to drip down his chin.

His aching cock was straining against the flimsy button of his pants, desperate to be released and buried deep inside your soul-sucking pussy again.

Tongue dipping inside you and lips pressing against your sensitive, pink labia, he ate you out with earnest, squeezing your hips tightly with his fingers as he fought to control himself from shoving you to the blankets and fucking you raw without finishing his dessert first.

A choked sob tore from your throat with his lips finally encased your puffy clit, the tip of his tongue tracing around the bundle of nerves before flattening his tongue against it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily against his face, pressing him harder against you just so you could cry out his name like a sinful prayer.

His heart was full of love for you as he observed your reaction did everything blissful he did.

You were in heaven, walking on clouds as wet squelches from your own body surrounded your ears.

“Z-Zuku..!” You cried as he sucked on your clit like candy, enjoying the rough treatment. The tip of his tongue traced his name possessively over your button, marking you as his forevermore, silently vowing to never let another man do the same.

“I-I’m close..!” You cried, tears of pleasure falling down your flushed cheeks, dripping onto the thighs squeezing his head like warm earmuffs.

He hummed against you, dragging his tongue across the expanse of your womanhood before enclosing around your clit again, lathering it in the attention you needed to be pulled over the edge.

Your thighs clenched around his head, his hair tickling you, body stilling as you screamed out in pleasure, back arching and giving him a lovely view of your demise.

You came on his tongue, the stimulation he gave you throughout your orgasm sending you higher and higher in that clouded head of yours.

When you finally came down and slumped forward, catching your breath, he licked up the mess you made, pulling away from your lower lips and running a tongue over his own to greedily savor your delectable taste.

Placing you off to the side, giving you a second to calm down,, he hurriedly shuffled out of his clothing, throwing his cloak, gloves, and various other things on his person to the floor, kicking his boots off that landed with a heavy thump, leaving his underwear on as he crawled over on top of you.

Dazed, you stared deliriously up at him, a bashful smile on your lips, watching as he wipes your juices away with the back of his wrist before licking it clean. He was so sinful and messy.

The warm fire crackling in the corner hugged at his soft skin, making his eyes blown wide with lost twinkle like starlight. He looked so in love as he stared at you as if you were the only person in the world.

Breathing heavily, you reached out for him, and he was happy to lean in so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the shorter curls at his nape as he kissed you again, your taste still on his tongue as your tongues intertwined. You weakly fought against his intrusion, teasing, only for him to grab a handful of your ass, making you gasp and effectively losing the battle.

He flooded your being with everything he had, his scent, his love, his passion, adoration, everything.

His knowledge on your own sexual human anatomy astounded you, but always left you moaning against him, much to his utter pleasure.

His thumb circled your twitching clit, bringing your attention back to his actions and the way you clenched helplessly around thin air, waiting for him.

You hungrily eyed the bulge in his underwear, licking your lips at the spot of wetness where his dripping head was.

You wanted to feel him inside you again, to clench around the very thing that drove you insane other than his skillful touch.

“P-please..” You begged, detaching yourself from him, pleading for mercy under his sharp gaze as he soaked up your wrecked self.

He loved hearing you beg.

“Please what?” he drawled out, running his lips down the side of your face and neck, pressing kisses against your collarbone. Moving his thumb previously giving you what you desire to your thighs, he held them in his grasp just to feel your smooth, warm skin against his rough, scarred palms.

You whined, shimmying your hips to draw his attention to them. He ignored your advances, peering up at your face with a glare and crooked smile that shot sparks down your body, “Tell me.”

As if on cue, and unable to disobey his words that squeezed your heart, you sputtered a response, barely able to maintain eye contact, “P-please touch me..! M-more.. I, I need more, please! I want..” your breath was stolen from your lungs as he began to grind his clothed crotch against your wet core, “I want you! I w-want you to fuck me, please..! I- I can’t take it anymore.. Please, Izuku..!” More tears fell from your eyes, falling onto the mattress below you, “Please fuck me..!”

Happy with your response, but still not quite ready to give in, he pulled away, circling your clenching hole with his middle finger, watching as your head flew back with tears as you meekly thrust upwards.

As much as he wanted to pull himself out right now and fuck you until his bed broke from the sheer force, he couldn’t risk hurting you.

Even if the potion was designed to make you ready for everything sexual, willing to comply with his every demand, you still were his princess, his angel, and he was going to treat you like one.

He didn't want you to wake with the soreness of not being properly prepared, even if he could heal you a minute after. That minute of you crying from the pain that HE selfishly caused would always be stabbed into his heart, and he certainly didn't want that, nor you to experience it.

“Sorry, love..” he apologized, finally plunging his thick finger inside you after thoroughly coating it with your slick, moaning at how tight you were for him.

“Fuck..” he whispered under his breath, keeping your thighs splayed wide open as he sat back on his haunches to watch you react to him.

Your back was arched, begging for more as you gripped the sheets below you, cheek pressed against the mattress as low moans trickled out your sinful mouth like water.

Face hot, a boyish smile fell on his face as he added another finger, observing how you hotly throw your head back as he pressed against the spongy spot inside your walls.

“Aaahh..! T-there! R-right there..!”

“I know, darling, shh, shhh.” He cooed at you, curling his fingers against your G-spot with each thrust in and out of your sopping pussy. His fingers made wet clicks inside of you as they rubbed against your walls, dragging more and more moans out of you as you ground down on his large digits.

His eyes couldn’t leave the view of you sucking him back in every time he pulled his fingers out, it left him imagining more and more scenarios in his head.

God, how he wanted to destroy you.

Have you screaming his name so loudly you broke the sound barrier he had set up ages ago, letting all of the castle and its snobby guards know he was fucking the love of his life and doing it damn well.

He bet they would be jealous.

Those thoughts of it made his adrenaline spike, adding a third finger to the squelching party mixing your insides up, leaving you at their utter disposal.

Arousal poured from you like a steady stream, gushing down and leaving a wet puddle under your ass.

You were so wet for him it was hard to bear, but you felt so, so good.

Your mind was so muddled with lust, you couldn’t think straight, all that entered your mind was ‘more, more, more.’

You were being greedy, but you couldn’t help it.

Deciding you were prepped enough, his fingers pulled fully out of you, putting on a small display of licking them clean as you watched with wide, doe eyes, stuttering out about how dirty that was.

“More dirty than you using my face as a seat, my lady?” He teased, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.

“T-thats..”

He chuckles at your flustered response.

Pulling his underwear down, his cock slaps against his toned stomach, fully erect and dripping with precum.

Throwing them off to the side, he noticed the way your eyes greedily looked at his body, confidence burning his veins as he sees the impatience in your eyes as you stare at his member.

He was tempted to say, ‘like what you see?’ but he himself was far too eager and impatient to wait any longer.

Grabbing himself, he ran his thickness between your lips, gathering your arousal on him before leading himself to your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked whilst kissing the skin below your ear.

You nodded, hips wiggling in anticipation.

“A-ahh! Fuck!” You cried out as he fully sheathed himself inside you with one thrust, bottoming out immediately.

He bit at your skin, concealing the deep moan that rumbled in his chest as you strangled his weeping dick at last.

You were so intoxicating, you sweet aroma wafting off you with every breath.

Grinding himself inside of you, he waited patiently for you to adjust, leaving hickeys all over your skin with each passing second.

Gulping down air, you thrust upwards, dragging him out of his blissed-out state just to moan heavenly deeply in your ear.

“Naughty girl..” he seethed, making you giggle, only to be shut up as he pulled out and slammed his hips back into your own, drawing out a garbled moan.

Skin slapped wetly against skin with each rough thrust he relentlessly delivered, drinking up your cries for more.

Leaning back to watch you with hungry, dark green eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. He pinned your arms to the bed above your head, a punishment for catching him off guard.

His cock was truly a godsend, thick and long, curved upwards just to slam repeatedly into your soft g-spot over and over.

You could only hold on for dear life as he fucked you good and hard just like you wanted, just like you craved.

“O-Ohh!!! Izu!! Izuku-! Ahh.! F-fuck..!” You moaned with each thrust inside your wet self, body being pushed back from the sheer intensity of which he fucked you with.

He knew your body so well by now, he knew each and every way to make you fall apart by his own doing.

He knew how to break you in the most sinful way possible, and he loved it.

Your face was lewdly contorted with pleasure, eyes looking back, eyebrows pinched together, (H/C) baby hairs plastered to your sweaty forehead, and mouth gaping wide open so he could hear every slur of words and every noise you emitted.

He wanted to hear everything you had to say, every reaction to the way he fucked you.

He could feel you growing tighter around his throbbing cock, juices coating his thighs with each heavy thrust inside of you.

He loved how much he could turn you on, even if right now it was all thanks to the potion that added pink hearts to your innocent (E/C) eyes.

The same potion that had you openly moaning unashamedly, whereas you previously would have held them in by biting your lip and hands.

He was so happy to hear how good he made you feel.

At long last.

“(Y/N)..” he panted heavily, peering deeply into your glossy eyes, movements becoming more and more sloppy as he lost himself to the pleasure, a burning pressure building up in his gut with each shallow and deep thrust.

Falling down on top of you, he held you close to him, letting your arms go so you could dig your nails into the flesh of his toned, freckled back flexing with each movement.

The bed banged loudly against the wall, he momentarily worried it would leave a dent- but he couldn’t think about that now. Not when you were crying out his name so sweetly.

“I’m here, I’m here..” he soothed as you clung to him.

Your hips began to move in circles, drugging him with intense ecstasy as he thrusts into you. You kept him wanting more and more. He was addicted to you.

Pushing your legs back against the mattress, he reached so deep inside you, you swore you could feel his head kissing at your womb.

You were so helpless to the waves of infinite pleasure he washed you over with that all you could do was take it.

“You’re doing so.. hah… so good, baby..” he praised breathlessly.

“Gnnn! Gaahhah..! Izuku!!”

“Let me hear it.. let me hear you, princess.” He smiled against your skin as you let out an onslaught of sultry moans, fueling his inner fire.

“I’m..! I- gwaahhh..! I’m so c-close..!”

“Me too, me too..” He fervently pressed kisses to your cheek, letting his other hand travel down to coat his thumb in your spare wetness, just to rub circles on your puffy clit, applying the right amount of pressure that always drove you insane.

Drool dribbled down the side of your mouth as your tongue flopped out, breasts bouncing with each and every thrust, constantly captivating him as he could feel their softness against his pecs.

Holding you flushed against him, he let magic crackle to life on his hand, green sparks lighting up the area around the two of you just barely. His hand began to vibrate, magic he learned was good for massaging muscles, but of course, it had.. other uses..

The vibration against your clit, added to the pounding of his cock expertly slamming against your G-spot, sent your head flying back, white vision going black as your pussy strangled his cock like a python.

“Haaahh.! Aah!” You cried his name out so loudly it burned your throat, leaving you to cum harshly on his dick, the strange sensation of liquid squirting from your body making your mind go numb as all you were left with was burning hot stars in your eyes.

The display alone was enough to drag him over the edge as well, slamming his cock into you once more before warm ropes of cum spurted into you, completely coating your walls and spewing out from the sheer amount as he let out a silent moan.

His thighs twitched and his stomach felt empty when he finally came down from his high, the same time as you.

Love filled his gaze as you both peered into each other’s eyes, enraptured by the souls sealed within.

Heavy breaths blew past your lips, desperate to calm down your racing heart.

“How was it..?” He questioned lightly, moving hair out of your face so he could get a better look.

“How was… what..?” Your mind was still clouded. You hadn’t any idea how he could still think straight.

Giggling, he rubbed his nose lovingly against your own.

“The potion. Could you feel its effects..?”

Staring at him in bewilderment, it took a second to register his words.

The potion.. what had it done again..?

Oh..

You slapped a hand over your mouth, pulling away from him. “Oh gosh..!”

You were so embarrassed!

Gah, to be so loud!! You wanted to hide in a hole..!

“Don't be shy, my love,” He pleaded sweetly, placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead, “it’s just me.”

“That's the point!! I-it was embarrassing to- to be so.. lewd in f-front of you…”

“You say that, and yet I’m still deep inside you,”

“Izuku..!” You groaned, shoving his smiling face away with both hands, only for him to grab your hands and place gentle kisses on them.

“I.. I liked hearing you..” he flushed, bashfully looking away.

Though he could be quite the dominant man in bed, it was always endearing how he was still the shy witch you fell in love with at the end of the day.

“W-well I..” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “Well I’ll be louder for now o-on then..!” Your declaration surprised him, shock resting on his features before he broke out in another smile, flopping on top of your sweaty body just to hug you to his own equally as sweaty body.

“I love you, (Y/N)..” he sighed blissfully, burying his nose in your hair as he cuddled you, the crackling of the blazing fire just now reaching his ears.

“I love you too, Izuku.”

Though he could be a handful at times, with his insistent drive to be better and push himself beyond his current limits, as well as running headfirst into danger and getting littered with scars, you still loved him.

You always would.

He was your kind witch, and you, his darling beloved.

And nothing would ever get between a witch and the one he called his.

…

….

“So, are you going to pull out? I feel a little messy.”

“In a minute..”

“Izu!”

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