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beplerblurbs · 1 year

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matching hats s.r.

pairing: unistudent!ricky x gn seatmate!y/n

genre: fluff

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: intentional lowercase, reader is shorter than ricky(?), not proofread

prompt: your seatmate ricky. reminds of you of a cat. you like to crochet during lectures and end up making ricky a cat beanie!

you and the rest of the students scamble off the cramped bus rushing to get to your classes. there's been a traffic with freshmen moving in and parents wanting to make sure they're prepared and such.

it was a little annoying because you knew your lecture hall was filling up with every second the bus was trying to reach the university bus station through all the traffic.

eventually you reach your lecture hall along with a cluster of other students for your arts history class, not the most interesting thing on 9 am mondays...

you entered from the back of the classroom, you see the professor preparing her lesson way at the front and the back of many students as they murmur amongst themselves.

with about 90% of the seats already taken, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to sit on the stairs at this point. eyes wandering for an empty seat, blond head stood out with no one beside one of his seats.

walking down the steps to reach the mysterious guy "sorry, but is this seat taken?", oh... he's so cute

with styled bleach blond hair, thick eyebrows, curious eyes, slightly ajar lips and neck tattoo saying 'role model,' you were taken aback by his good looks.

"no, take a seat" a warm smile welcomed you to your seat before he went back to looking at his laptop to prep for class.

just as you get out your notebook, your professor starts the lecture.

"good morning class, hope the travel to class was great considering the beautiful weather today," ironic considering you're actual trip.

the professor goes through the basic course breakdown to help everyone gauge expectations. you're already writing down due dates in your notebook's calendar. the prof seems really chill and you appreciate that.

she switches her slideshow to a large text that says 'introduce yourself to your seat partner and tell them a fun fact'

"you guys see the screen... do it, i'll give you guys 2 minutes" the class giggles at her bluntness.

you put down your pen to focus on this mysterious guy. he's confident and relaxed, he avoids making the situation awkward and goes along with the professor's request.

"hi, i'm shen ricky. i'm an international student majoring in performance arts and... my fun fact is that my friends said i resemble a cat earlier today" he smiles to himself, seemingly unexpected fun fact he chose to share.

"oh? i dont see it exactly... nevermind, maybe i just need to know you more to see it hah."

you on the other hand can't seem to not be awkward, trying to smile through it "uhm anyways, i'm y/l/n y/n, and i'm a student under the entertainment management program and this is one of my electives. my fun fact is that i love to crochet, you'll probably see me do it in lecture at some point."

"ah!" you were startled by ricky's excitement, "crocheting sounds so fun, i need to learn it at some point." you turn slightly pink, seeing someone be so interested in your seemingly boring hobby.

ricky continues on, "i think that just means we have to be friends and sit in class together so you can teach me," suddenly, ricky's hand as his phone out with his new contact ready to be filled with your information.

"sure!... this isn't like flirting or anything right?" as much as you were attracted to ricky's looks, you always set boundaries for yourself for comfort. you wouldn't let some new blond guy mess that all up.

he scratched the back of his neck, "oh no, not at all, but i really apologise that I came off that way. i'm actually interested in crocheting though!" his genuine tone was enough for you to forgive him and give him your contact.

"okay class lets start with the first lesson," before you could even give him your phone to fill in his number, the professor quiet downed the class.

unknown number: hi it's ricky, boy from arts history.

you take a bite of your favourite late-night snack, gummy worms. you had started studying a bit and took a break to go to your closest convenience store.

y/n: hi! its y/n, why are you texting at this hour? lol

you change the contact name,

ricky: sorry are you busy? I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to sit next to me in class on wednesday, if not thats fine!!

you giggle to yourself, why does he text cute too...

y/n: oh no worries, i just got my daily dose of gummy worms haha

y/n: but yeah we can meet up before class and sit together! i'll make sure i'm early next time...

ricky: lol yeah maybe to get a good seat, i'm usually in the library an hour before class

ricky: just lmk and i'll wait for you

and with that the conversation ended just as you re-entered your apartment to get back to studying.

hes seems so sweet compared to his cold appearance.

getting up early wasn't your favourite activity, but ricky said he would be in the library at 8 am (like a crazy man) so you decided to give him some company and teach him how to crochet.

you come in the library with an iced coffee in hand and leftover gummy worms in the other. a distinct blond head and neck tattoo became proportionate as you closer. "how are you so awake at this hour?" you yawn sitting in the chair across from ricky's.

he laughs, "i try to eat a full meal, i don't know if gummies and coffee count as one," you disregard it, "yeah, yeah.”

you set down your food and pull out two small bundles of yarn and two crochet hooks. "one for you, one for me. which colour would you like?"

"green please!" (i miss rijeong) you slid the pale pastel green bundle to his side of the table, leaving you would the baby blue yarn.

an insightful and detailed lesson on crocheting and somehow ricky's chain fell apart 3 times. he was genuinely trying. you thought it would frustrate him but him seeing you giggle at his mistakes made ricky feel warm inside somehow.

you sighed and made ricky put down his hands from crocheting. "we should got go to class now, i'll teach you another time. take notes for me as a trade?" it was an offer ricky couldn't give up, in his head it gave himself a reason to talk to you even more.

ricky simply nodded and put the yarn and hook into his bag. you guys walked out of the library, heading to the library with 15 minutes to spare.

during class, you spent most of it crocheting while taking in the information and ricky took notes on his laptop. yet he was the one not really listening, he was focused on how endearing you looked simply crocheting and listening intently. you didn't notice that though.

you ended up making some cute hand rags that you needed for your kitchen. "thoughts?" you ask ricky while showing off your 30 minutes worth of time. his signature sweet smile arose "very stylish, you're so cool." his non-chalant remark made you blush and shyly put away your pieces as the professor had ended the lecture.

"same time friday?" ricky said standing up, backpack slung over one shoulder, "same time every lecture," you confidently spoke, smiling and quickly going to your next class.

you weren't even in rush, your next class was in 30 minutes. ricky stood still in the lecture hall smiling to himself.

every lecture you began making random pieces, eventually making a sweater, a scarf, mittens, cup holders, and the list goes on. some of these for you, and some for ricky.

you stopped going to your convenience store at night, you became accustomed to ricky getting you some gummy worms the next day. in return, you got him and yourself iced coffees for the day. suddenly being awake at 8 am wasn’t so tough

as well, everyday you and ricky were texting more, hanging out after classes, usually to cafes. ricky was able to make a progress and finish a small square, but the focus needed made him want to take a break from the hobby. he said he preferred watching you crochet anyways.

this is what friends do right? hang out, talk and laugh, share sentimental stories, get each other small gifts, hug tightly goodbye, holding hands...

your boundaries were loosening up. however, with how much you enjoyed ricky being with you, you didn't mind it.

you were tapping your coffee lid as a fidgeting habit, ricky doesn't even acknowledge it. there was a comfortable silence as he scrolled on his phone and you looked out the window with the warm sunlight yet the dead trees and snow in the plant beds. the winter made the outdoors almost unbearable as you hated the cold, but you felt warm next to ricky…

you turn your attention to ricky and his relaxed state, focusing on his screen. "hm." you made a noise that caught his attention, he rose his eyebrows as he shifted his focus to you. he put down his phone and rested his chin on his hand, elbow propping him up.

"what you thinking about?" not phased by his flirtatious antics at this point, you didn't move. "i guess you do look like a cat,” you poke one of his cheeks. now he was confused, "all of a sudden?"

"yeah! like you have big doe-y eyes and your cheekbones kinda resemble the follicle cheeks... you just need the ears and whiskers." you eye-smile at the thought of rickys 'intimidating' face with cute ears and drawn on whiskers.

rickys ears can't suppress his feelings anymore, they grow bright red and he turns away, looking outside to the bright outside. "whatever." you knew he liked it but you let it go.

"we should go to class now," ricky stands up with his bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to pack up and walk with him to class. you reply a quick 'okay' before you stand up.

ricky already has his hand out for you to hold. you intertwine fingers with him and walk to your guys' class.

sitting in class you had some pink yarn in hand but you can't think of making anything other than those cute cat beanies you've been seeing online. mainly because you really wanted to see ricky in one.

it was simple and quick to make so you made two, matching hats make such a cute pair.

ricky was still actively committed to the deal where he does notes while you crochet. you hid the two pieces in your bag when he was focused.

"yah, what'd you make this time, i didn't even notice you finished it early"

you both walk out of class early and felt a strong wind chill hit both of your faces. ricky hides his face in the scarf you made before in class. "its so cold still, are you cold?" you see ricky's breath in the air.

"well i think this will warm us up," you smile pulling out the hats from your side bag pocket.

he makes a little happy 'o' face, ready to cherish the next crocheted piece you made. "ouu, what is it? what is it?" his eagerness made you smile big, and ask him to close his eyes.

he closes them quickly, eager to see what it is. you snuggly put on his cute pink cat beanie on his head, and then your own. "okay! open!"

ricky is completely whipped for you seeing your adorable face and a cute cat hat. "you're so cute, what about me? what do i look like?" he quickly pulls out his phone to swipe to the camera app and see what he got.

"the same one dork, aren't matching hats cute?" you can't even hide your smile, the cold was helping you look like your bright red cheeks were appropriate for the weather.

ricky had slowly begun to recognise your soft, vulnerable side had been coming out when you were with him. you were truly comfortable around him and it made him melt inside.

you suddenly felt your face smushed up against ricky's chest, a warm hug. "thank you y/n. it is cute" his little giggle came out as a vibration against your ear. you were also melting.

you look up at him and everything felt perfect. "hey ricky?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

a moment of comfortable silence, with the warmth of his heart heating up yours, you knew what he felt too.

"i love you too, y/n"

author's note: this ended up being longer than i expected........ i hope u enjoy the ricky fluff </3pls send in requests!!!!

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shirefantasies · 5 days

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hiiii, just wanted to say i adore your blog, and i hope you're having a wonderful day! i don’t know if im late to requesting a matchup, but if you’re still doing them, im 5’9”, bi, ace and female. I’ve played the viola for almost a decade now, even though i hate performing due to stage fright, i LOVE to read, mostly fantasy and mystery, and am a massive art history and architecture nerd. i collect house plants and knit and crochet for fun. i’m pretty shy but once i get out of my shell i am extremely sarcastic yet cuddly lol.

-🪴

Nope, they’ve been opened up! Hope you like The Hobbit because I match you with…

Bofur!

Performing your viola in a tavern, you can’t help noticing the eyes of one particular patron stuck to you like glue. Puffing on his pipe thoughtfully, he maintains an intense, beckoning gaze your entire performance. When the keep tells you you’ve a drink from a guest, there’s not a single doubt in your mind it’s from the bloke in the hat. A spike of nerves runs through you- that had been one of your first performances with an audience, and having any sort of reception only heightens the self-awareness you're trying to avoid.

Accepting your drink, you nod a thanks at the hatted patron, who naturally heads your way. "Never seen you here before," he remarks. "And you may not much still," you shoot back, "I needed a spare bit of coin, but I did not visit this town to perform." "What did you visit it for?" "To study some of the neighboring towns and help repair them. What I have always really wanted to be is an architect." Whistling, the dwarf gives a big smile, one that tells you exactly how blown away he is. "By my beard, I didn't know I was in the presence of a genius. Well, here's hoping I'll see your designs one day!" "Oh, I have some with me, did you want to-" "Bust 'em out, lassie!"

Bofur, as it turns out his name is, ended up being quite the fun company. Perhaps, you consider, you will return to that tavern after all. As it is, your work carries you deeper into town, or rather you should say its ruins. Burnt as the buildings are, though, your scans and sketches give you a good sense for the overall style and structure of the place once called Dale. A team of dwarves awaits your sketches of one of the larger complexes, accepts them, and you move on. One structure stands out to you immediately, the cutest, coziest little place tucked away at the side of a dilapidated marketplace. "Whose is this?" You ask the dwarf builders. One sets aside one final stone on the cart he is loading to reply, "That would be one of ours, actually, lass. Three fellas from the Lonely Mountain bought that one. Plan on putting in a toy shop, they said." Your heart is beyond moved. "I want to design it." "What?" "I want to design it. Can I speak to them?" Nodding, the dwarf shrugs. "Why not? Not sure what they have in mind. I'll send for them."

What are the odds that they bring forth Bofur? Grinning and still in that hat, the dwarf introduces you to his cousin Bifur and his brother Bombur. No strong family resemblance, but the three of them are clearly thick as thieves. Bofur himself begins talking up your skills immediately, calling you a master architect and a viola virtuoso to boot and making you giggle. He shows you some of their little pull-alongs and wind-ups, bringing further smiles to your face and compliments to your lips. “See?” He says to the others, shooting you a wink. “She’s even got good taste.”

They all unanimously love your vision for the shop and even help out with rebuilding, so you get quite close to the entire plucky little trio. You almost refuse all the payment they offer, giving you money for your design efforts as well as a cut from the crocheted dolls you’d let them sell. Your shelves were getting full from your hobby, after all. Each dwarf gets a handmade gift as well: thick, warm gloves for Bombur’s mining trips, a bag for Bifur to carry his supplies in, and a new scarf for Bofur, who throws his arms around you and swears he’ll never take it off. You take it as a joke, but he always seems to have it slung around his neck from then on…

They often let you work quietly, take your time to recharge and just pull you into the occasional question or joke. Thus, you’re certainly not expecting Bofur to sit at your side one day while you work, hemming and hawing and wringing his gloved hands before he finally asks if you’ve ever put much thought into settling down. “Not that a toy shop is all that much excitement, but-” Grinning, you cut him off. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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ciaossu-imagines · 3 months

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KHR Romantic & Smut Matches for Ghostie

In my opinion, your ideal romantic match in KHR is MUKURO ROKUDO!

So, I see you and Mukuro being pretty attracted to each other shortly after meeting. It might have been a physical attraction on just one of your parts or maybe both, but there was definitely a mutual interest in each other, I would like to think. Like, okay this person is a little off-kilter and different and intriguing kind of interest that made you want to find out more about each other. And I think from there the two of you formed a kind of friendship that steadily grew stronger, as you both grew a little bit more trusting of the other. The more trust developed, the more the friendship grew into the romantic. Though the two of you never actually sat down and had a full out conversation saying 'yeah, we're dating now', the two of you just fell into dating. He doesn't run around on you or anything, there's no one else, and both of you feel like the two of you are in a relationship and his actions make it clear enough to you, since you've grown to know him well enough. If either of you ever needed another partner, another relationship, either Mukuro or you would bring that forward to the other, since I do see both of you being comfortable with both monogamy and polyamory, but you have always made it clear that if polyamory is ever to be explored, there has to be open communication. I think it was probably a topic that came up to discuss as the two of you were picking apart the different kinds of relationships humans find themselves in, and he definitely heard and respects your opinions on the subject.

Both you and Mukuro are very charismatic, but in much the opposite ways of each other. You're light, fun, outgoing, funny, 'effervescent' as one of your friends once described you. People are attracted to that about you and you're really the lighter side of charisma whereas Mukuro is brooding, mysterious, powerful, (and yes, a little weird and kooky) and people are drawn to those things, making him the darker side of charisma. Despite how opposite the two of you can be though, there's enough in common to allow the two of you to get along and communicate well but enough differences to make conversations interesting and to allow the both of you room to grow and develop as people.

The thing you and Mukuro agree the most on? Your interest and fondness for the creepy, the bizarre, the macabre. Your whole aesthetic is probably one of the first things he noticed and one of the first things that attracted him to you, though as he grew to know you better, it was really your personality, wit, and world view that kept him interested and really made him fall for you. I will say though that horror movies and horror based video games? Definitely solid ideas for lazy hanging out dates between the two of you and he enjoys the weirdest, most surreal and trippy things in media, be they music, film or game. Most of the others hold no interest in that kind of thing and he appreciates that he always finds a willing ear and interested party in you.

Now, I've said it a million times and I will say it a million more. Mukuro needs people who are loyal to him and will devote their attention and time to him. But he also needs people who have their own personalities, their own interests and opinions and such. While he expects you to be intensely fascinated by and to play a part in his interests, goals, hobbies, and plans, he's also going to be supportive of your own passions in his own way. While he might sometimes be away from you for periods of time, due to circumstances either beyond his control or because he does have plans that need him to travel (and he will almost always offer to take you with him), when he is with you, he's going to show an interest in what you have going on. He'll ask you to play your cello for him, praise your playing. He'll do yoga with you and especially does enjoy dancing with you. If you crochet him things or make him a bracelet, he'll wear them, even if it's only around Kokuyo Land…also, just saying, you're more likely to find him wearing a simple bracelet you made him all the time. While he won't share your love for ttrpg podcasts, he'll willingly let you rant about them and will show an interest in the stories the podcasts are telling. He also supports your voice acting career, whether you want to pursue it past the level you're at or just stick to doing it as a hobby.

The biggest way you and Mukuro really connect though? Both of you are people who really do find humans so interesting. Your conversations are never stagnant, never boring. And it's very rare that your conversations are surface level, since the both of you find it so much more interesting and entertaining to delve into the serious, sometimes the controversial. The both of you do have strong opinions on things though, so the conversations can sometimes become a bit heated, but they never become outright malicious or mean, even when you do disagree.

The sticking part for most romantic relationships, your difficulty in completely and fully trusting people? It's no problem at all for Mukuro. In fact, he wants that. He'll be the first to remind you, tossing it casually into conversations, that you should never fully trust him. He has his own secret world he'll always keep a little apart from you, his hidden dark side he doesn't like to show you. But just because he encourages you not to fully trust him doesn't mean he wants you to leave. He definitely doesn't. And it doesn't mean he won't be around for you. The thing about Mukuro is that his words don't always match his actions…and his actions will always show you that he is someone you can count on to be there for you. And while it's not an everyday thing, I will say that even his words at times will be incredibly sweet, since Mukuro has quite the honeyed tongue when he wants to.

Runners Up: Byakuran, Reborn, Gokudera, Kikyo, Fon

In my opinion, your ideal smutty match in KHR is BELPHEGOR!

While I definitely don't see a romantic relationship between you and Bel being a long lasting thing or something that would work out in the long run, but I think the two of you had an interest in each other that did start a relationship. The relationship had turned sexual and honestly, the sex was the best part of it all between you two, because the two of you really just clicked so well sexually. Even after the inevitable end of any relationship the two of you did start, the sex was just too good to quit cold turkey and I see the two of you more like amicable exes turned occasional fuck buddies.

Now, while I do see Bel having some horribly selfish tendencies during sex, I do think he's more than willing to give you the time you need to build sexual trust with him. He pushes your boundaries, yes, but he's actually observant enough to realize, every step of the way, where your limits are. The fact that your limits are constantly expanding as you do gain more trust in him actually amuses and pleases him greatly. He does everything he can to help you gain trust in him, to show you that, at least sexually speaking, he's someone who won't abuse you (unless you consent to it) because, in the end, he's terribly, terribly curious as to when you'll hit your absolute limits sexually.

You and Bel really do click on the fact that both of you are exceptionally open minded sexually. Both of you are willing to experiment and have several kinks that align with each other. But before I get into that, I really do think something that also makes you really great together sexually is that the two of you do share some of the most important hard limits. Yes, even someone like Bel has his hard limits, and feeling like they're being questioned or he's being pressured to break them because his partner asks him to try them makes him really pissed. You though…he never feels pressured with you because your hard limits - no incest play, even roleplay wise, and no bathroom play, perfectly aligns with the few hard limits Bel does have.

The fact that you are a true switch, having both a submissive side and a very dominant one really turns Bel on. While he's dominant leaning a huge portion of the time, it entertains him when you get in your dominant moods and 'put him in his place'. While he will definitely indulge those moods of yours, he's also not going to make it easy on you. He definitely will be a bratty sub for you, and might tease you that he's just showing you what it feels like when you do it to him or taunting you that he does it even better.

The fact that you can get off on pain to some extent…oh god, the things that does to Bel, he just can't describe. While he'll respect your limits of pain, he loves that you allow him some leniency there. Impact play is definitely a huge thing between the two of you. He loves using his hands to spank you, to slap at different areas of your body but he's also definitely into using paddles, whips, riding crops, and wartenberg wheels along your bare flesh. And that's definitely not the only way he's reddening or marking up your skin. The man has a distinct marking kink, and he'll drag his nails along your skin. He'll use his knives to create the tiniest, shallowest of cuts along your body if you consent. He's also not shy about using his mouth on you, both kissing, licking, and biting at your flesh to leave bruises and love-bites. He really loves leaving them in visible spots, yes, but also loves leaving them in spots that will ache a little afterwards, just as reminders for you, like your inner thighs or maybe even a bite mark on your ass.

Bel loves indulging in your interest for sensory play. Not only will he tie you up, changing up the materials used to restrain you frequently so that you don't get the same sensations every time, but he'll blindfold you, put earplugs in so that your voice kink doesn't get satisfied (because he gets off sometimes on denying you just as much as he gets off pleasing you). He'll use hot wax, ice cubes, special lubes meant to tingle or warm, and anything else he can think of to play with you.

The fact that you do have a voice kink does work well when he does indulge you in that because dirty talk is a frequent thing with Bel. He's also going to want to experiment with both free use and consensual non-consent and taking you (consensually and prior agreed upon) while you sleep. There's something wonderfully taboo about it that really makes him cum quicker than you've ever known him to, so the fact that you're both interested in experimenting with those and that you see how happy those things make him? Win-win situation.

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astranite · 7 months

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Thing grows! (and now i ramble about it!)

Thing!!! (yes scrolling down the entirety of Thing is completely necessary even if I had the power to change the formatting.) (also excuse the hideous looking surface of my desk, i keep having to find longer places to lay out Thing!)

Yes I am very excited!!! Crochet is fun!!!

Actually having a crochet hook also really helps. Once I sort of got the hang of using it, everything got both easier and neater! When i wasnt nearly dropping the slippery yarn, Thing, hook combo.

Making some discoveries: apparently there is meant to be a chain stitch before you turn the corner for the next row, did not know that until several rows ago.

I did know that the first stitch is meant to be skipped, but still working out which one that is.

Somehow Thing shrunk narrower at some point but i fixed it by using one of the random end loops as a Loopy Loop. Or at least it is now about what i reckon it should be?

Thing is growing fast, but then it is chunky yarn and only 5(?) stitches wide. (started as 5 chains if i remember correctly? might have somehow turned into 4 at some point? i believe its 5 now?)

Next mystery to tackle is whether im meant to be turning the whole thing over at the end of each row because or else everything is kinda backwards? Or im doing something weird?

Behold and be entertained by my insanity!!! As i learn to crochet, while making commentary about it!

Going to try to watch some tutorials more in depth tomorrow when I can hopefully pay attention for more than two seconds.

I have deemed Thing experimental so im having a good time just going along and making Thing.

So im chill instead of horrified by all the mistakes and ??? stuff im doing. Probably with more that i dont even realise at this point!! But its still growing so I am succeeding somewhere and I am Learning stuff!!

Crochet hooks other than my fingers!! 4mm and 10mm because its Big Enough For Thing!! And they are both purple!

Decided to get ones with more chunky handles instead of thin metal ones, because they were definitely better to hold and thats pretty important with my dodgy hypermobile joints or else Ow.

Still think i might need to modify them a bit, maybe by wrapping them in something. Because theyre still not 100% there. And/or with some more splinting and/or taping up my fingers and thumb. Need to look into it more. Hmm.

I was also very tempted by pretty yarn in the shop. So soft, and colours!! But that is for Later!

But I am having fun and making Thing!! Yay for yarn witchcraft!!

(also does anyone wish to be tagged for the very random Journey of Thing?)

#crochet #astracrafts #really went on a ramble here but then i am excited!!#Journey of Thing!

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kamidoodles · 1 month

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Hello new folks (and also long-time followers)! Since it's been a while since I was active on this account, I just wanted to give a little info about myself.

So HELLO! I'm Kami. I'm in my 30s, married to @ogrebanani, and currently live in Texas. We have three cats: Leto, a male flamepoint siamese who is about 13.5 years old; Michelle, a calico who is about 9 years old; and Mac 'n Cheese, a male orange cat that's about 2 years old. I'm from the Philippines, and I'm queer, multiply disabled, and neurodivergent. I have a condition known has hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS) which is a struggle but I do my best.

By trade, I'm a producer / project manager in the games industry. In the past, I've worked at Riot Games on League of Legends, Kongregate on a few third-party titles, and most recently, BioWare on Dragon Age: Dreadwolf.

But I got my start here on tumblr as a humble freelance artist. I met a lot of great people on here through my artwork and through fandom, and I'm super excited to come back to it.

Art-wise, you'll likely see me draw a lot of commissions, but my personal art generally falls into one of the following categories: my OCs from various franchises, and fanart for League of Legends, various anime/manga, and graphic design/web design stuff.

If you follow me over on my personal blog, @kamibanani, you'll see a lot more of my interests — anime/manga, Lord of the Rings, american sitcoms, and murder/mystery shows. I love to crochet, I'm teaching myself gourmet cooking, and I always need some sort of project to occupy my hands and time.

Overall, if you follow me here or on my personal, all I ask is people be kind and we'll get along swimmingly.

I never know how to end these, so thanks for reading, I guess! My ask is always open. :)

#housekeeping #about kami

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amrbokhari · 4 months

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Poetry Club Prompt || Nonsense Poem

[Day of the Deat]

Death caught a cold thus reluctantly told his dimwitted brother, “Please handle today”.

“No sweat, don’t fret!” said Deat, but fret Death did and sweat in dismay.

Deat’s condition isn’t known but it’s a secret quite blown that his mother refused, out of love,

all his vaccines, which rendered Deat h-less and brainless, intellectually not far from a glove.

Deat skimmed the list and quickly got pissed, as he remembered that he couldn’t read,

so he opted instead to write the names in his head, a solution of genius indeed.

The list was of suicides, which had Deat upset, as he couldn’t quite understand

the will to distill, in other words kill, oneself by thine own faithful hand.

So out of confusion, Deat conjured—through fusion—a space for these poor souls to go;

now follow the five as they’re soon unalived, with souls upon Deat they’d bestow.

•

First we have Wade whose parents forbade from the sin of enjoying music,

it was as if he heard not as he went to the spot of a concert quite loud and confusing.

The volcano nearby then erupted—oh my!—and vomited not-so-nice lava;

the boy was okay but died—by the way—by an odd breed of ear-loving magma.

You might wonder why this kid’s story would apply for entry to suicide land,

but his defiance perplexed Deat, and please don’t forget—Deat’s as retarted as sand.

••

The second’s a Costanza as short as this stanza, and rightfully obsessed with his height;

he was advised that to hang would lengthen his lang, and so used the rope of his kite;

what followed’s no mystery: Costanza was history, and delighted was Deat at this sight.

•••

Thirdly was Guy, constipated and high, who decided to go to a doc;

he prescribed him a pill for the intestinally ill, and wrote instructions for him on a sock.

He hurried then back but, alas and alack, he misjudged and chose the wrong hole;

his decision was amiss and, along with the mix, he ejected his poop-tainted soul.

••••

The most genius, named Adele, went to the jungle and fell by the slip on a banana’s poor skin;

watchful apes found it vile thus took her to trial, where “guilty” meant slap on the chin;

and as Kong prepared the damsel ensnared, she was saved by bananas with capes,

but they were also quite mad, as they chanted, quite glad, “We shan’t go extinct like the grapes.”

So one at a time, as punishment for her crime, the bananas slipped on her face;

she died before long, as planned all along, and danced into Limbo with grace.

•••••

The last perhaps least—you might call a freak—loved knitting a little too much;

she took off her hand and installed, as planned, a crochet hook just before lunch.

She then ordered a meal which caused an ordeal and tickled her silly nut allergy;

her neck started to itch and, due to her glitch, she applied a neat tracheotomy.

And despite Deat drawing nigh while she bled on the sky, she simply given’t a damn;

“She really needs pills,” said Deat—filled with chills—as he ticked off the last name, Wessam.

••••••

Here gathered the five who arrived unalive by means more or less with intent;

Deat soon arrived and found himself bribed with a penny more or less than a cent;

Deat couldn’t count and so didn’t doubt that he was just given a fortune;

Deat’s mother saw all and couldn’t recall the reason she refused an abortion.

Deat lost his compass thus caused quite a rumpus on the way to where he thought was Heaven,

but took them to Hell where none could quite tell since he cranked the heat down to eleven.

He bid them farewellen then exited Heallen, patting himself on the spine,

he then gave the list back to Death with the gist that all was sublimely sublime.

#poetry

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bungajurang · 7 months

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Two Acorns for Abel

So, I asked ChatGPT to provide me with a short story prompt, and here's what it recommended:

"Write a short story about a person who discovers a hidden, magical door in their house that leads to a different time period. What adventures await them as they step through this mysterious doorway?"

Here's my attempt. A short story titled Two Acorns for Abel.

It was in late December that Abel visited her grandmother. The weather was chilly. Abel has just arrived when the heavens opened. She drove all the way from her apartment in the heart of Ember to her grandmother’s house in the suburb by herself. She parked her car as close as possible to the house, as her grandmother did not have a garage and the carport had been occupied by her uncle’s car. Her little run splashed water onto her long white skirt. She opened the door. Her aunt, wearing an apricot coloured apron, greeted her and hugged her tightly.

“Oh, look at you! You look so…mature!”

“Well, she’s 25 years old, Esther. Welcome, my favourite niece!” Uncle Jack hugged her too

“You two are so sweet. Here, I brought you something.” Abel handed a little basket to Aunt Esther

“Aw, yarns!”

“Oh, great. Now your aunt would ignore me for hours. You know how much she loves crocheting.”

“Haha. But I brought you something too, Uncle Jack.” She took a box wrapped in pastel green paper.

“A harmonica?! This is amazing! Thank you, Abel!” Uncle Jack hugged her again.

“Aw, come here. A family hug!”

“Let’s get you settled up there. I’ve cleaned your room.” Aunt Esther guided Abel to the second floor. There are three rooms on the second floor. The closest room to the stair belongs to Tera, Abel’s cousin. The second room will be Abel’s for the next 3 months. The third room was her grandmother’s bedroom.

Aunt Esther opened the second room.

“I think we’ll move your luggage once the rain stops. I’ll leave you to rest now, honey. Dinner will be ready at 7, okay?”

“Thanks, Esther.”

The room exuded a comforting warmth. The walls were adorned with rich, earthy tones–deep browns and warm reds that seemed to resonate with the scent that filled the air. The fragrance was an inviting musk, like a blend of aged oak and soft leather. Abel feels cocooned in a cosy embrace. The room was softly lit, with warm, amber-hued lights casting a gentle glow. I’m home, said Abel.

She approached a large window where she used to spend most of her time there–gazing at her grandmother’s garden while reading a book. Nana, as Abel usually called her grandmother, used to wear an apron everyday, a symbol of her nurturing nature and the delicious meals she lovingly prepared. Nana loved gardening too. In Nana’s presence, Abel feels accepted and cherished for who she is. Nana took the time to listen, to understand, and to offer guidance without judgement–although there were things that did not align with Nana's principles, she never forced Abel to do something. Her laughter was infectious, and Nana’s love formed Abel into an empathetic soul and gentle spirited individual.

Abel missed Nana so much. Nana died of old age. She lived for 98 years, and closed her eyes doing what she loves and surrounded by the fruit of her labour–she died in her garden, sitting on a bench her husband made for her. Her husband, Abel’s grandfather, died 9 years ago at the age of 98. Nana and her husband were married for 63 years. They were probably married to each other again in their next life.

Suddenly Abel heard something from the third room. It was the sound of a falling object, probably something glassy. She knew that in two months, the third room will be used by Oxa, Tera’s brother and Abel’s oldest cousin. But that room was supposed to be empty still. Maybe that was a sign from Nana, Abel said to herself. Abel didn’t believe in ghosts as something scary, but she believed that spirits exist along with us humans. Nana! Abel rushed to the third room. It was locked. Nana! She called her name again. Thud. She heard that sound again.

Abel went downstairs.

“Hey, where were you going?” Uncle Jack sat on a sofa under the stairs.

“Uncle, do you have the key to the third room? May I borrow it?”

“Oh, it's on the key rack near the entrance. What do you need it for?”

“Oh, I just missed the view from Nana’s room. You know her window was my favourite daydreaming spot.”

“Haha. Yeah, you used to spend hours there looking out to the lake behind our house. Go on, honey.”

“Thanks, Uncle!”

Abel took the key and ran back to the second floor. She was standing in front of Nana’s room when she heard another sound. Thud. She heard it again. She inserted the key, and opened the door. The room was empty. But the window opened a little. Enough for two squirrels to jump in and throw an acorn party. As crazy as it might sound, these squirrels looked like they were playing together. They jumped from the oak’s branches to this room, playing catch with acorns.

One squirrel looked at Abel with curious eyes. It has dark brown fur with a bushy tail, nearly as long as its body. Its eyes, small and alert, are dark and gleaming. Meanwhile the other squirrel looked at Abel with its dark brown but bright eyes. This squirrel is visibly smaller than the first one. Its fur is a softer shade of brown with a hint of grey, and its tail, while not as bushy as the first one's, is still beautifully tufted.

The rain has stopped. The scent of earth and cool breeze wafted through the window in Nana's room. Bright light illuminates Nana's room, from somewhere, causing Abel to reflexively close her eyes. When she felt her eyes could adapt to the brightness, she opened them. She found herself in Nana's garden. Nana was there, sitting on her bench. There was a small table near the bench, where Nana would place her favourite afternoon drink: tea.

“Nana…” Nana looked at Abel with her dark brown eyes.

“Nana!” Abel approached Nana slowly.

“Come, my Abel.” Nana opened her arms.

“Nana…” Abel sat beside Nana and hugged her. She missed Nana so much. Her warm embrace, her soft caress on her back, and her voice. Abel cried for some time.

“Nana, I am sorry for not coming to your funeral. I was… I can’t… I just couldn't believe you’re gone. Forever. I am sorry Nana.”

“Don’t be sorry, my child.” Nana cares for her hair. “I also didn’t know I’d be dead that day. Haha. I was just doing my chores like usual, and suddenly I felt so sleepy. When I woke up, I was in my old bedroom where I used to share it with my sister. But it was one strange bedroom. I felt strangely familiar. How do I describe it… my stuff and my sister’s were all there, but when I looked outside the window, I saw my garden. This garden. It’s strange because my old bedroom was in my parents house, very far from here. And that’s when I realised, I have moved to eternity.”

“No need to worry, dear. Although we can no longer do fun things together, like we used to during your long holidays, I will always be in your heart. I am not going anywhere. You could find me in the flowers and plants that bloom here–please tell Esther and Jack to take care of my garden. Haha. You would find me in the wind that gently caresses your hair. Abel, you have a beautiful soul. You’re my lovely and sweet grandchild. Hardworking girl. You deserved all the good things this universe has to offer. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, or I will come as a ghost in their nightmare. Ok? Pinky promised me, you will continue living with no regrets. I will always love, love, and cherishes you, Abel.”

Lost of words. Abel couldn’t say anything but she kept hugging Nana.

“You need to go, Abel. You can’t be here for too long. I didn’t know how you got yourself here, but I am sure you will find the exit door that way.” Nana pointed her finger to a pale blue door.

With one more hug, Abel says her farewell to Nana. “I will always love you too, Nana.”

Abel walked towards the pale blue door, when she suddenly remembered something.

“Nana, one question. In this life, did you marry grandpa again?”

Nana chuckles. “Darling, your grandpa can’t live without me. Even after we were dead, he found his way to me. I guess it was never ‘till death do us apart’, but ‘even death can’t do us apart’ for us.”

Abel laughed. “I knew it. Alright, last farewell. Rest easy, Nana. I will miss you everyday!” Abel opened the door and walked through it.

Abel woke up to the sound of Aunt Esther knocking on the door.

“Hey, dinner’s ready. You had a good sleep, didn't you?”

Abel rubbed her eyes. “I slept?”

“Yes, for, maybe, two hours.” Aunt Esther noticed something, “Oh, is that acorns? Where did you get those?”

“I-I have no idea. I guess some squirrels gave it to me.” Abel winked at Aunt Esther.

“Hmm, okay. Now let’s get down, dinner’s ready. Tera’s here too.”

“Will do after I change my clothes, Esther.”

“Ok, hun.” She closed the door.

Staring at two acorns on her hand, Abel smiled.

#October2023 #Cerpen #Fiction

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thatonecurlygirl · 2 years

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Science of Steve Harrington [Chapter 4]

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

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“You look lovely, dear.” Gran says from the the hallway, peeking into your room to see you standing in the mirror, looking over the third outfit you tried on. “You got home late last night, did you have a good time?” She asks, looking up at you over the crocheting she is doing.

“Yeah, the basketball team won so they are going on to the championship. Oh, I also got to meet Robin, she’s quite quirky, I like her.” You giggle.

“Robin Buckley right?” She asks with a small smile.

“I think so, she works at Family Video with Steve.”

“Ah, Miss Buckley is Paula’s great-niece. We should have them over for dinner one evening!” Gran’s voice raises in excitement.

“Sounds like a fantastic idea.” You agree, heading toward the door. “She and Steve are actually working right now, so I plan on stopping in to say hello. Do you want anything while I am out?”

“Just for you to have fun.”

“Will do, Gran.” You smile and practically run out of the door and to the car.

As you are buckling into the driver’s seat of your car, you hear rapid beating on Dustin’s front door. A red haired girl stand there, concern along with a pale spattering of freckles painting her face. She glances at you as you pull out of the drive way, but her attention is quickly pulled back to the front door as it opens, Dustin’s mother standing in the doorway.

When you walk into the Family Video, you see a few customers browsing around the shelves, but your attention is immediately drawn to Robin’s chipper voice as she says something to Steve. The ding of the door pulling her far enough out of whatever she was talking to him about to happily great you.

“It’s Y/N!” She says with a smile as wide as her eyes. “What brings you in?”

“Ah, just getting out of the house, figured I’d stop in and see y’all.” You glance past Steve and Robin and up at the small television playing the news. “Whoa, what’s going on there?”

“Oh shit.” Steve mumble as he turns and sees the trailer surrounded by police and crime scene tape. “Rob, turn it up.” He waves her hand at her.

“Is that here?” You ask, walking closer to the counter.

“Yeah, that’s around where Max lives.” Steve says quietly. “This is crazy.”

“Hey, Steve.” Dustin and the girl that you had seen on his porch just minutes ago walk through the doors obviously on a mission.

“You see this?” Steve asks, motioning toward the news on the television.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asks, disregarding Steve’s question.

“Someone was murdered.” Steve says with wide eyes.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin’s voice more demanding.

“Two.” Steve answers.

“Technically three, if you count Keiths.” Robin points to the back of the store.

“Three works.” The red-head says, glancing over at you as Dustin throws his bag over the counter, following suit as he jumps over.

Steve and Robin begin to scold him in a fit of frustration as he knocked all the tapes from the counter in his dramatic jump over the counter. Meanwhile the girl who followed him in, walks quietly around the counter and takes place beside him at the computer.

“Is this a typical occurrence?” You ask Robin as Steve and Dustin bicker about some guy names Eddie.

“The utter chaos, absolutely.” She sighs, “Maybe on a Monday you can run around here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day!” She groans over her shoulder, fixing everything that was messed up in the shuffle.

“Robin, I empathize, but this cannot wait.”

“What, calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?” Robin slams the tapes down.

“Who’s this?” The mysterious girl asks, nodding to you.

“Y/N, this is Max. Max, this is Y/N.” Steve quickly introduces the two of you, obviously still frustrated with Dustin.

“Max, can you just fill them in while I do this please?” Dustin growls.

“With her here?” Max asks cautiously.

“I’m kind of intrigued.” You shrug looking from her to Steve who shrugs his shoulders and motions for Max to continue.

So Max spill everything. She tells about seeing Chrissy and Eddie enter his trailer last night, about the odd occurrence with the electric followed by the terrified male scream that he heard right before Eddie peeled out of the trailer park. She found it odd last night, but knew something was terribly wrong when all the police cars drove in with their sirens blaring. They wouldn’t let Max get close, but she said that by the looks on everyone’s faces, it was bad.

You volunteered to help call his friends in hopes of finding Eddie. Steve and his charismatic personality and smile manned the store as the rest of you did real investigative work that would put the FBI to shame… Well probably no, but close enough as Max caught a break and hopefully you’ll find Eddie before the police do.

“If this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been bused at some point. Means he’s in the system.” Steve says casually, shocking the four of you.

“The cops?” Dustin scoffs. “Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?”

“I think at this point they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.” Steve claps his hands together.

“You think Eddie is guilty, don’t you” Dustin says with a look of betrayal and disgust on his face.

“I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just don’t think that we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we are trying to do here, Steve.” Max cuts in.

“Innocent or guilty, he’s a friend of Dustin’s and with or without your help I think he is going to try and find him anyway.” You add in quietly.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time ogling Y/N and every other girl that comes in and more time trying to find Eddie.”

“‘Cause they’re total babes, right?” Robin winks.

“I’m not ogling at anyone and I have to attend to all my customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a very big selection in here, okay? It can be super overwhelming for people.”

“Yeah it can be.” Robin turns and quickly takes a seat at the computer, typing away and explaining what she is doing. “Here! 2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s up by lovers lake.” Dustin comments

“Middle of nowhere.” Max adds.

“Perfect place to hide.” Robin looks at Steve who is standing over her shoulder.

“Let’s go!” Dustin gathers his stuff, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

You quietly turn and head out of the door ahead of everyone else, opening you car door and slipping in as Steve, Robin, Max, and Dustin run out of the Family Video, locking the door behind them. You can see the determination on all of their faces. You turn over the engine, head down as you buckle yourself into the seat. A knock on your window draws your attention back up.

“You coming with us or not?” Robin asks, pointing at Steve’s car.

“You want me to come?” You ask, surprised.

“You wanted to help us find him. Might as well see it through.” She smiles, opening your car door. “Come on.”

“O-Okay.” You quickly turn off your car and hop out, following Robin to Steve’s car and sliding into the passenger seat as Robin squeezes into the backseat with the younger kids.

**** ****

The five of you have meticulously searched every inch of the house for any signs that someone has been in the house recently but have come up with diddly-squat. You all are on the verge of giving up when someone points out that there is a boathouse, not far off from the house so you all make your way out there.

The boathouse is much different from the house, a little more eerie and definitely showing signs of life. You and Max inspect the open bags of junk and empty bottles of beer that scatter the surface of a cluttered desk as Steve whacks at the inside of the boat with an oar.

“Someone has been here recently.” You take your hand and push all of the trash off the top of the wooden slab of a desk and into a nearby trash bag.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Steve calls out in surprise as someone jumps from the boat holding a broken beer bottle tightly to his neck.

You let out a loud frightened squeal as you stumble backward, knocking a tackle box and fishing supplies to the floor. You stand there with feet as heavy as cement blocks and heart desperately trying to get back to a normal rhythm. It’s like one of those jump scares from the horror films you love to watch. For a moment you felt as if you were a character in one of them, or even in the horror novels that you tend to cuddle up with before bed.

In dramatic, movie-like fashion, it’s like someone hit the mute button. You can see the rapid movement of Dustin’s lips moving as he says something but the words don’t quite make it to your ears, the only sound is the rushing of blood and the loud thump of your heart.

“And Y/N! She’s our new friend. She’s nice.” Dustin’s voice finally cuts in.

He motions you over, eyes never leaving the dark-haired boy who still holds on to Steve entirely too tight. You carefully make your way to Dustin’s side, taking slow and light step as to not further frighten the boy who, with one hiccup, could tear the sharp end of the bottle through the flesh at Steve’s neck.

“Hey, hey Eddie?” You say quietly, your body taking up residence next to Dustin. “Are you okay?”

Eddie looks over at you, his big dark eyes unable to hide the fear he is desperately trying to mask with his actions. You can see it in his face, the way his jaw is clenched tight and chin slightly quivers. You can see how his hand shakes ever-so slightly and the bead of sweat that drips from his temple.

“I understand that whatever you witnessed was terrifying, but you don’t have to go it alone. We are here to help. Let us help you, please.”

“Why are you here?” He snarls, eyes still holding on you.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Eddie, because I think that’s what you want right now.” You take a very small step forward. “I have no idea why I am here. I don’t really know these people, I only met them this week. I don’t know what’s really going on, but I know I want to help.”

“You want to help me, a stranger?” Eddie asks, his grip on Steve a little lighter.

“Well my original plan for tonight was to watch movies with Steve, but helping the stranger that is holding a sharp object to his throat is a little more exciting.” You joke, feeling hen tension begin to release like a clenched fist beginning to relax.

“We are not here to hurt you” Dustin steps closer to Eddie, between you and him.

Eddie lets go of Steve, quickly stepping back as Steve shuffles away, clutching his shaking hand to his neck. You rush over to him, placing your hand lightly on his arm and looking up at him as he tries to pass a smile back to you. It’s a good smile, soft and meant to be reassuring and it would reassure anyone, but you. You can feel Steve’s relief in your bones, the vibration of his passing fear like pinpricks on your skin.

“Are you hurt?” You ask quietly, your hand gently raising his chin so you can get a look at his neck in the dim light shinning from the singular bare bulb overhead.

“I’m okay.” Steve nods, fingers brushing against your hand before giving a tight squeeze. “Thanks and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“What do you mean.” You ask, smiling at the feeling on his hand in yours.

“You know, being here rather than watching that damn movie of yours.” He chuckles.

“I don’t mind being here, it’s oddly fun.” You laugh.

Your attention is brought back to Eddie as you’re hit with a wave of nauseating terror you can literally feel radiating off of Eddie like some kind of heat lamp. You draw in close with Steve close behind as you listen to Eddie rattle off the story of what happened to Chrissy in his trailer. The first of many terrifying stories to be told that night. Stories that make your skin crawl and bile sit ready at the bottom of your esophagus for the first chance to erupt out like a volcano.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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