#from the mail box💌

[kikarou]

hii i genuinely love all your art pieces

they are sooo mesmerizing ✨✨

can you please maybe draw arjuna?? (No pressure if you don't feel comfortable)

Hello💕

Thank you soo much!!🥺😊

Arjuna is my favorite in mahabharata, he is such a pookie:3

I have a specific design of him in my head but since my exams are going on I unfortunately won't be able to draw him right now😭. But I do plan to draw him in future tho after I am done with exams!! :)

[iceicewifey]

What would the love letters say 👀 would he ask Shay on a date via under the door letter

ough… i hadn’t thought about that and i know i’d blow up if i tried 😭 /lh i feel like he’s better with written words as opposed to spoken words, so they’re really sweet 💗

[angeltism]

SORRY FOR NOT SENDING ANYTHING ALL DAY i have been exhausteeeedddd not really sure why but i feel it. eeek!!! anyways hiiiii <3

- 💌 anon

AAA I'm so sawrry for nawt having seen this . . . I've been having 2 go to bed earlier so I can start waking up earlier !!

But aa don't worry my dear , I hope uu feel better soon , or better yet are already feeling better at the time I'm posting this , fufu <3

But , annnyyyyways , hello <3

[oduvnix-ts4]

💌SEND&RECEIVE VALENTINES MOD💌

We all love the wonderful holiday of Valentine's Day. And, of course, one of its main traditions is to create and send valentines filled with declarations of love!

   So why not bring this cute tradition to our favorite life simulator as well? For this purpose SonozakiSisters made a mod for sending and receiving valentines, in the creation of which I took part!

    Now more about how this mod works and what is included in it.

𝟙. Holiday Tradition

   You can only give and receive valentines on a day with an active 'Send a valentine' holiday tradition.

   This tradition is added to Love Day by default, but you can assign it additionally to any other day by creating a holiday.

 𝟚. Sending a Valentine

   On this day, your sims can give valentines in a variety of ways:

   ��� Giving a love letter in person

   If your sim has a loved one and they are already in a relationship, starting from the teenage years, they will be able to please their partner and give a valentine in person: 'Romance' ⇢ 'Affection' ⇢ 'Gift a valentine'

   ♡ A secret valentine to a school locker

   The teens you go to an active school with will be able to discreetly put a valentine in 'the one' character's locker. 

   To do this, click on any school locker (other than their own, it would be weird to throw a valentine in their own locker):

'Send valentine' ⇢ 'Select the sim it is intended for (only familiar NPCs of your sim will be listed)' ⇢ 'Choose which valentine you'd like to send'

   This interaction is as follows:

   Also, this feature can be used not only by high school students, but also by children if you have Zerbu's Go to School mod. Simply place the school lockers on the junior high school lot!

   ♡ Valentine by mail

   Any sim, starting as a child, can send a valentine to their favorite character by mail.

   To do this, at the mailbox on the home station, press:

'Send valentine' ⇢ 'Select the sim it is intended for (only familiar NPCs of your sim will be listed)' ⇢ 'Choose which valentine you'd like to send'

𝟛. Receiving a Valentine

   Whether your sim sent a valentine or not, he or she may receive various valentines from other sims throughout the day. 

   In the case of an active school day, this can happen at every school break and after school (so stay for 30-40 minutes at school in case someone does decide to!).

   In the case of a rabbit hole, notification of valentines given will come when you return home from school. Also, all sims may receive belated valentines in the evening.

   The choice of sims sending valentines is far from random, a valentine should be expected from:

♡ a partner

♡ a sim with a feeling of love

♡ a sim who appreciates the attractiveness of your Sim

♡ a good friend (in this case the valentine will be friendly).

   But there is also a small chance of getting a valentine from a random sim, so it all depends on the god of randomness!

   This mod takes into account not only the basic behavior of the game, but also First Impressions by Lumpinou and First Love by LittleMsSam. Additionally, if you have Dynamic Teen Life by Adeepindigo installed, your teen's popularity status will affect the likelihood of receiving a valentine.

   Also, every valentine goes into your sim's inventory. You can transfer them to an inventory that is convenient for you, such as a keepsafe box.

   Sims can react differently to a Valentine's gift: they can be happy that it is reciprocated, or they can feel awkward because they were expecting a Valentine's gift from another character! You can see the reaction to a valentine both in the moodlet bar and in the character's profile in the sentiments bar. 

   If your sim does not receive any valentines for the day, however, he will be upset. Hopefully, your sims will be lucky enough to have someone send a valentine!

❗LIMITATIONS:

♡ You may only send a valentine (via mailbox or locker) to the NPC

♡ If you have several students in your family that you can actively go to school for, the others will miss out on receiving valentines when the school day ends.... However, they can still get a valentine in the evening!

♡ The NPCs you give valentines to cannot keep them in their inventory, so just keep an eye on their sentiments panel!

♡ If you switch to another household during the day, the members of that household will not have the evening valentine events and summarizing that there are no valentines. So don't do it that way!

♡ DOWNLOAD ♡ 

~Send&Receive Valentines Mod by SonozakiSisters ~Valentines Objects by me

!!! Both mods must be downloaded, otherwise nothing will work!!!

  ❗This mod requires:

♡ Lot51 Core Library  

♡ Sasons DLC

♡ High School Years DLC

[magic-shop-stories]

bts reaction to reader purposefully hiding an injury from them (mafia au)?

💌 Reply:

Ah, diving into the mafia AU angst pool again... I love it! 💜 Your request for BTS reacting to the reader purposefully hiding an injury? IT'S GENIOUS, thanks fot that!

NAMJOON

HOW YOU GOT HURT

You were sent to negotiate a weapons deal with a minor syndicate (Namjoon’s orders: “Observe, don’t engage”). But their leader recognized you as his weakness. Ambushed. A blade to your throat, a hissed threat: “Tell your boss to back off, or I’ll mail you to him in pieces.” You fought back, got a gash across your ribs for it.

You hid the injury for 6 hours, stitching it yourself in a gas station bathroom. But your phone died. By the time you limped back to his penthouse, blood had seeped through your shirt.

HOW NAMJOON FINDS OUT

Setting

he’s in his library

annotating Sun Tzu’s The Art of War

you stumble in

the scent of blood/ iron hits him first

Immediate Reaction

Physical

freezes mid-sentence

fountain pen snapping in his grip

ink bleeds across the page (like a Rorschach test)

Eyes

darken from warm amber to obsidian

jaw clenches so tight his molar almsot cracks

Voice

whispers, glacial

“Who.” 

not a question = a demand

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“I miscalculated. I trusted their fear. I should’ve burned them first. She’s bleeding. My fault. My failure.”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

crosses the room in three strides

grips your shoulders too tight

scans the injury like a malfunctioning equation

Dialogue

“Sit. Now.” 

already texting his surgeon

his hands don’t shake (they never shake)

Subtext

clinical touch

but his thumb brushes your pulse point (once)

checking if you’re real

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Anger

not at you

at himself

“I built an empire on predicting chaos. How did I not see this?”

at the syndicate

“They touched what’s mine. They’ll learn the cost of ignorance.”

Fear

flashback to his mother’s death (gang crossfire when he was 15) (at least in my mafiaAU imagination)

“Not again. Never again.”

Guilt

when the surgeon arrives, he stands in the corner

cleaning his glasses obsessively

“I should’ve been there. I am there, in every move. Except hers.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Intel

locks himself in his war room for 4 hours

maps the syndicate’s connections on a hologram grid

discovers their leader’s estranged daughter in Paris

“Ah. Leverage.”

Phase 2: Psychological Warfare

sends the daughter a vintage music box

(her mother’s, stolen from their old home)

note: “Your father misses you. Say goodbye.”

leaks their drug routes to Interpol

lets them flee straight into his men’s custody

Phase 3: Interrogation

Location

his underground vault

soundproofed

lined with first editions of Nietzsche and Kafka

Method

forces the leader to read your medical report aloud

“‘Laceration, 8cm depth.’ tell me, do you measure your failures so precisely?”

Finale

brands their foreheads with a quote from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: 

“Whoever fights monsters…”

Phase 4: Financial Annihilation

donates their assets to a charity in your name

texts you the receipt: 

“For your trouble.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he’s distant for weeks

assigns you a bodyguard (ex-KGB, mute, terrifying)

you find him at 3 AM

re-reading your injury report like a penitent hymn

Your Move

corner him in his library

press his palm to your healed scar

“You didn’t fail. I’m here. We’re here.”

His Breaking Point

slams his fist into the bookshelf

first edition Tolstoy tomes crash to the floor

“You don’t get it. I planned for everything, except losing you.”

Key Dialogue

You: “You’re not a god, Namjoon. Even strategists bleed.” Him: “Then let me bleed. But not you. Never you.” 

(Voice cracks on the last word)

Physical Reconciliation

crushes you to his chest

heartbeat erratic against your ear

“Stay. Let me… recalculate.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!JOON EDITION)

to the syndicate leader: 

“You thought her my weakness? No. She’s the reason your death will be a footnote.”

to you, post-revenge: 

“I’d raze every city in this empire to keep you safe. Tell me to stop.” 

(he hopes you won’t)

whispered in the dark: 

“My mind is a weapon. But you you’re the hand that steadies it.”

BONUS DETAILS

Cigar Ritual

only smokes when planning vengeance

brand? “Monte Cristo”

nod to his literary rage

Glasses Tell

cleans them when overwhelmed

after your injury, he buys 7 spare pairs

Secret Softness

hires a chef to sneak banana milk into your meals

 “For calcium. Don’t argue.”

JIN

HOW YOU GOT HURT

Jin sent you undercover to infiltrate a rival family’s casino grand opening. You were posing as a blackjack dealer, but the Don’s son grew suspicious. To test your loyalty, he offered you a drink, poisoned champagne. You drank it to keep your cover, but the toxin burned through your system. You barely made it back to Jin’s penthouse before collapsing in the marble foyer.

You hid the poisoning for 2 hours, using antidote pills Jin gave you "just in case." But the pills were expired (he forgot to check). By the time you crawled to his doorstep, your lips were blue.

HOW JIN FINDS OUT

Setting

he’s hosting a “peace summit” with rival bosses

serving haute cuisine laced with mild sedatives

you stagger into the dining hall

clutching your stomach

room falls silent

Immediate Reaction

Physical

drops his wineglass.

shatters like a punchline

smile stays frozen

knuckles whiten around the steak knife

Eyes

gaze flicks from your trembling hands to the rival Don’s son

“Ah. This is why you RSVP’d late.”

Voice

laughs, sharp and honeyed

“Yah, jagiya, you’re ruining my soufflé’s grand entrance!”

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“Expired pills. Expired. I’m a genius, huh? Should’ve poisoned myself instead. She’s cold. Why is she so cold?”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

sweeps you into his arms

cradling you like a bride

murmurs: “Shh, I’ve got you,” 

kicks open the kitchen door

Dialogue

“Who’s the drama queen now, hm? Save the theatrics for my stage.”

his voice cracks

Subtext

blames himself

hands tremble as he presses a cloth soaked in milk thistle extract to your lips

(his homemade antidote)

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Anger

at himself: 

“I’m supposed to be the protector. The funny one. How’s this funny?”

at the rival: 

“They poisoned my masterpiece. Time to return the favor—with garnish.”

Fear

flashback to a younger gang members death (close friend)

(food tampering, age 24)

“Not again. I’ll burn every kitchen in this city first.”

Guilt

forces his chef to taste-test every dish in front of you for a week

“See? Safe. Eat.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Invitation

hosts a “reconciliation dinner” for the rival family

menu: “Apology Bouillabaisse” 

laced with aconite

Phase 2: Culinary Theater

serves the poisoned soup with a wink: 

“Bon appétit! Don’t worry, it’s to die for.”

as they choke, he plays their death rattles through the penthouse speakers

“Ambiance, right?”

Phase 3: Reputation Ruin

leaks their family recipes to Michelin critics

swaps sugar for salt

“Now the world knows your cooking sucks.”

sends their matriarch a sympathy bouquet with a note: 

“Roses for your loss. P.S.: Your son tasted bitter.”

Phase 4: Legacy Erasure

buys their casino and renames it “Jin’s Revenge Buffet.” 

free shrimp cocktails for anyone who spits on their logo

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he becomes suffocatingly overprotective

installs cameras in your bedroom

“For lighting! You look better in 4K.”

catch him staring at your antidote vial like it’s a cursed relic

Your Move

cook him jjajangmyeon

burnt, salty, inedible

force-feed him a bite

“See? I’m fine. Now you trust me.”

His Breaking Point

slams his fist on the table

porcelain shatters

“You think this is a joke? I could’ve lost you!” 

tears mix with black bean sauce

Key Dialogue

you: “You’re not just my boss. You’re my home. Let me protect you too.” him: “Home?”  he laughs wetly: “Then… redecorate. But no more poison-themed curtains.”

Physical Reconciliation

pulls you into a hug

face buried in your hair

“If you die, I’ll kill you. And then myself. Then we’ll be a rom-com.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!JIN EDITION)

to the rival Don: 

“You tried to cook in my kitchen? Cute. Now burn in it.”

to you, post-revenge: 

“I’d starve the whole world if it meant keeping you fed. Eat.”

whispered while stitching your wound: 

“I’m Worldwide Handsome, not Worldwide Hero. But for you… I’ll try.”

BONUS DETAILS

Apron Code

wears a pink “Kiss the Chef” apron during hits

the back has a hidden dagger pocket

Dad Joke Defense

cracks jokes mid-interrogation

“Why did the gangster cross the road? To die!” 

(then shoots their kneecaps)

Secret Softness

learns your grandma’s recipes to cook for you

“What? It’s research. For… poison. Yeah.”

YOONGI

HOW THE YOU HURT

Yoongi tasked you with hacking a rival’s financial network. You succeeded, but stayed behind to erase traces, ignoring his order to “exit after the first firewall.” Their enforcers cornered you in the server room. A bullet grazed your thigh. You limped to a safehouse, sutured the wound with a USB cable and vodka, and hid it for days… until infection set in.

You passed out mid-debriefing in his underground studio. Your blood seeped onto his sheet music.

HOW YOONGI FINDS OUT

Setting

he’s composing a piece titled “Silent Retribution” when you collapse

scent of iron mixes with his sandalwood incense

Immediate Reaction

Physical

freezes mid-keystroke

hands hover over the piano like he’s been electrocuted

Eyes

darken from sleepy amber to black-hole void

“Fuck. Fuck.”

Voice

a rasp, deceptively calm

“Who.”

already pulling a scalpel from his desk

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“I told her to leave. She never listens. Should’ve chained her to the piano. My fault. My fault.”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

drags you onto his leather couch

cuts away your jeans with the scalpel

clinical, no hesitation

Dialogue

“Idiot. You’re lucky I hate wasted effort.” 

hands shake as he injects antibiotics

Subtext

hums Clair de Lune under his breath

the song he played at his mother’s funeral

steadying himself

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Rage

at himself: 

“I’m supposed to be the fucking brain. How did I miss this?”

at the rivals: 

“They shot her. My code. My music. They’ll beg for silence.”

Fear

flashback to his mentor’s death (a botched hit when he was 19)

“I won’t lose her. Not like him. Never.”

Guilt

replays your last argument: 

“You’re not my keeper, Yoongi.”  “No. Just your curse.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Digital Carnage

hacks the rival’s accounts

donating $10M to an animal shelter in their name

“Let the IRS sniff that.”

Phase 2: Symphony of Pain

kidnaps the shooter and his boss

chains them in his soundproof studio

Interrogation Method

forces them to listen to a 12-hour loop of Baby Shark at 200dB (yeah hate me for that)

“You like noise? Drown in it.”

Finale

brands their palms with sheet music for Dies Irae (Day of Wrath)

Phase 3: Poetic Justice

replaces their bullets with piano wire coils

sends their corpses back in grand piano crates

texts you a photo of their leader’s melted eardrums: 

“Track 7. Your lullaby.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

avoids you for weeks

burns the bloodstained sheet music daily

find him asleep at his piano

head on the keys

gun in his lap

Your Move

play Clair de Lune on his piano (badly)

he wakes, scowling

“You’re murdering Debussy.”

His Breaking Point

slams the piano lid

“You don’t get it. I plan everything. But you... you’re a goddamn variable.”

Key Dialogue

you: “Variables keep you human, genius.” him: “Human?” 

he laughs bitterly

“I’m a weapon. Weapons don’t..."

kiss him

he melts 

“…Fuck.”

Physical Reconciliation

presses his forehead to yours

breath shaky

“Stay. Or I’ll… compose something worse.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!YOONGI EDITION)

to the rivals: 

“You think pain is loud? I’ll show you silence.”

to you, stitching your wound: 

“You’re my magnum opus. Ruin yourself again, and I’ll erase the world.”

whispered against your hair: 

“I’d burn every piano on earth… but not the one you play.”

BONUS DETAILS

Piano Key Necklace

a gift from his mother

he wears it under his shirt

never takes it off

Coffee Ritual

brews you honey-vanilla lattes after nightmares

denies it

“It’s caffeine. Don’t cry.”

Secret Softness

writes your name in Braille on his bullets

“So they know who ended them.”

EXTRA SUPER SOFT ACT (CRUELTY’S CONTRADICTION) After burning the rival’s headquarters, he takes you to an abandoned music store. Plays Clair de Lune on a broken piano, lit by moonlight. “This is yours. The only thing I’ll never destroy.”

J-HOPE

HOW THE YOU GOT HURT

Hobi sent you to broker a deal with a "friendly" syndicate. Unbeknownst to him, they’d discovered his weakness for you. During negotiations, they offered a toast, spiked champagne disguised as peace. You drank it, only to collapse as their goons ambushed your convoy. A bullet grazed your temple. You escaped, but the neurotoxin left you temporarily blind.

You hid the blindness for hours, relying on muscle memory to drive back to his neon-lit nightclub. You stumbled into his VIP lounge, blood streaking your cheek like war paint.

HOW HOSEOK FINDS OUT

Setting

he’s hosting a “business meeting”

a traitor strapped to a chair

you stagger in

pupils dilated and unfocused

Immediate Reaction

Physical

drops his taser

his grin doesn’t falter = it sharpens

Eyes

glint like polished obsidian

“Oh? Did we crash the party early?”

Voice

singsong, icy

“Sweetheart, you’re dripping on my new rug.”

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“They poisoned her. Poisoned. I’ll melt their teeth. I’ll... Focus. She’s shaking. Why is she shaking?”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

catches you mid-collapse

fingers digging into your waist

forces eye drops laced with antidote into your eyes

“Blink. Now.”

Dialogue

“You’re lucky I like messy.”

his voice cracks on lucky

Subtext

hums “Chicken Noodle Soup” under his breath

his comfort song

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Rage

at himself:

“I’m the planner. The smile. How did I miss this?”

at the syndicate: 

“They think poison is fun? Let’s play.”

Fear

flashback to his sister’s abduction (age 17)

“Not again. Never again.”

Guilt

replays your last conversation: 

“Trust me, Hobi.”  “I do. That’s the problem.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Neon Nightmare

floods the syndicate’s warehouses with neon-green acid (his mafia signature color)

texts you a video: 

"All for you baby..."

Phase 2: Invitation

hosts a “charity gala” for their families

laces the champagne with drugs

livestreams their confessions to the dark web

Phase 3: Artful Annihilation

kidnaps the traitor’s leader

forces him to paint a mural of your face with blood and gold leaf

Finale

seals him inside the mural’s frame

“Art is eternal, right?”

Phase 4: Legacy Erasure

buys their nightclub

renames it “J-Hope’s Lullaby.” 

neon sign flickers: 

“CLOSED FOR ETERNITY.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he becomes hypervigilant

replaces your perfume with neroli oil  (he swears he can track by its smell)

find him staring at security feeds, muttering coordinates

Your Move

blindfold yourself

find him in his office by touch alone

“See? I trust you. Even in the dark.”

His Breaking Point

slams his fist on the desk

“Stop. Stop being brave. I’m not... I’m not worth it.”

Key Dialogue

you: “You’re not just my shield, Hobi. You’re my light.” him: “Light?” 

he laughs hollowly

“I’m a blacklight. I only show the stains.”

Physical Reconciliation

crushes you to his chest

heartbeat erratic

“If you die… I’ll forget how to breathe.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!HOSEOK EDITION)

to the traitors: 

“You wanted a sparkle? Let me show you fire.”

to you, applying ointment: 

“You’re my equilibrium. Break again, and I’ll shatter the world.”

whispered in your ear: 

“I’d drown this city in neon… just to see you smile.”

BONUS DETAILS

Fashion Warfare

wears blood-red gloves during hits

the lining is silk

“For smooth exits.”

Coffee Code

leaves hazelnut lattes on your desk

denies it

“The barista’s obsessed with you.”

Secret Softness

built a panic room with plush blankets and your favorite manga

“For… tactical naps.”

JIMIN

HOW THE YOU GOT HURT

Jimin sent you to retrieve a stolen ledger from a rival’s yacht. You succeeded, but the heir recognized you as his “weakness.” As you fled, he slashed your arm with a jeweled dagger.“A gift for your prince.” You hid the injury, stitching it yourself as best as possible. By the time you returned to Jimin’s penthouse, sepsis had set in.

You collapsed in his rose garden, staining white petals crimson.

HOW JIMIN FINDS OUT

Setting

he’s hosting a masquerade ball for the city’s elite

you stumble into the ballroom

clutching your arm

orchestra screeches to a halt

Immediate Reaction

Physical

freezes mid-sip of champagne

smile stays perfect

his grip cracks the flute

shards glitter like tears

Eyes

darken from honey-sweet to void-black

“Darling, you’re dripping on my marble.”

Voice

airy, lethal

“Who let the rats in?”

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“I’ll peel their skin. No, too quick. Slower. She’s pale. Too pale. Should’ve locked her here. Mine.”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

Sweeps you into his arms

silk gloves soaked in your blood

carries you to his private suite

Dialogue

“Silly dove. Jewels are for wearing, not surgery.” 

voice wavers on dove

Subtext

hums Serendipity under his breath

the song he played on his piano the night he met you

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Rage

at himself: 

“I’m the puppeteer. How did I lose control?”

at the rival: 

“They marked her. Marked her. I’ll erase their bloodline.”

Fear

flashback to his best friends assassination

(poisoned roses, ten years ago)

“Not her. Never her.”

Guilt

bans white roses from his estate

“Red suits you better.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Invitation

sends the rival heir a golden dagger 

(the one that hurt you)

engraved: “For your last dance.”

Phase 2: Elegant Execution

Method

orders his men to drag the heir to a mirrored ballroom

forces him to waltz with a poisoned partner 

(slow-acting toxin)

livestreams it to the dark web

Finale

texts you a screenshot of the heir’s corpse mid-twirl: 

“Artistry, no?”

Phase 3: Legacy Erasure

burns the rival family’s vineyards

plants white roses in the ashes

“Blooms for my dove.”

Phase 4: Public Humiliation

leaks their financial crimes to their grandmother

“Granny dearest sends her regards.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he becomes icily distant

gifts you a diamond choker with a tracking device 

“For safety.” 

find him in his greenhouse

shredding roses with bare hands

Your Move

wear the choker to his next ball

whisper: “Chain me yourself next time.”

His Breaking Point

slams you against the wall

grip bruising

“You think this is a game? I could’ve lost you!” 

tears streak his cheeks

Key Dialogue

you: “You’re not a monster. You’re my haven.” him: “Haven?” 

he laughs bitterly

“Havens burn, darling.”

Physical Reconciliation

crushes his lips to yours

desperate

“Stay. Or I’ll… build a cage gilded enough to tempt you.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!JIMIN EDITION)

to the rival heir: 

“You thought her my weakness? No. She’s the reason your death will be art.”

to you, cleaning your wound: 

“I’d drown the world in glitter… just to see it shine in your eyes.”

whispered at dawn: 

“You’re my first sin. And my last.”

BONUS DETAILS

Perfume Warfare

spritzes vanilla-musk on letters to rivals

“So they’ll smell me in their nightmares.”

Mirror Ritual

checks his reflection before hits

“Monsters should look the part.”

Secret Softness

learns sign language after noticing your hands tremble post-trauma

“So you’ll always… speak to me.”

EXTRA SUPER SOFT ACT (CRUELTY’S CONTRADICTION) After burning the rival’s estate, he rebuilds it as a glass conservatory filled with doves. Gives you the key: “No blood here. Just… us.”

TAEHYUNG

HOW YOU GOT HURT

Taehyung tasked you with retrieving a stolen Monet painting. During the heist, a rival’s trap backfired, a chandelier crashed down. You shoved Taehyung’s lieutenant out of the way, but a shard of crystal impaled your shoulder. You hid the injury, snapping the shard off and wrapping it with a silk scarf from the loot. By the time you returned to his gallery, you collapsed into a display of Venetian glass roses.

The scarf was Taehyung’s first gift to you. Blood soaked its embroidered initials: KTH.

HOW TAEHYUNG FINDS OUT

he’s hosting an “art auction” for laundering profits

you stumble into the gallery

clutching the bloody scarf

the room gasps

Immediate Reaction

Physical

drops his wineglass

it shatters

his grin widens unnaturally

“Darling, you’re upstaging the Monet.”

Eyes

pupils dilate

black swallowing amber

“Who… broke my masterpiece?”

Voice

soft, singsong

“Oops. Time to repaint.”

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“My fault. Mine. Should’ve burned that gallery first. She’s pale. Too pale. I’ll paint the walls with their veins.”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

lifts you onto the auction podium

ignoring the crowd

presses a jade dagger (his favorite) to your collarbone

“Hold still. This’ll sing.”

Dialogue

“You ruined my scarf. Now I’ll ruin them.” 

his hands tremble as he extracts the crystal

Subtext

hums Winter Bear under his breath

(AU!) the song he wrote after his father’s murder

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Rage

at himself: 

“I’m the curator. I protect beauty. How did I fail?”

at the rivals: 

“They scarred her. I’ll turn their bones into art.”

Fear

flashback to his grandfather's death ((AU) stray bullet at an art show, he was 14)

“No..."

Guilt

shatters every mirror in his estate

“Reflections lie. She’s the only truth.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Exhibition

kidnaps the rival’s family

forces them to recreate the Mone

with their blood as paint

Phase 2: Artistic Annihilation

Method

carves the rival’s logo into their leader’s chest

fills the wounds with molten gold

“Now it’s priceless.”

Finale

mails the sculpture to their matriarch

texts you: “New centerpiece?”

Phase 3: Legacy Erasure

burns their galleries

plants black dahlias in the ashes

“Beauty from rot, jagiya.”

Phase 4: Public Humiliation

leaks their forgeries to Interpol

“Picasso would weep.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he becomes a ghost

haunting his studio

find him smashing clay sculptures

muttering: “Ugly. All ugly.”

Your Move

recreate the Venetian glass roses he loves

leave one on his desk: 

“Still your muse?”

His Breaking Point

crushes the rose

cuts his palm

“Don’t. Don’t make me care. I’ll... I’ll break.”

Key Dialogue

you: “Break, then. I’ll mend you.” him: “Mend?” 

he laughs brokenly

“I’m shattered glass. You’ll bleed.”

Physical Reconciliation

traces your scar with his bloodied hand

“Next time… let the world burn. Just… stay.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!TAE EDITION)

to the rivals: 

“You thought her fragile? No. She’s the fire that melts your gold.”

to you, stitching your wound: 

“I’d raze every museum… to build you a shrine.”

whispered at midnight: 

“You’re my magnum opus. Crack, and I’ll shatter the sky.”

BONUS DETAILS

Cologne Code

wears oud wood during hits

“Smells like… legacy.”

Artistic Outlet

sketches your face on enemy blueprints

“For focus.”

Secret Softness

collects vintage teddy bears for your panic room

“They’re… bulletproof. Obviously.”

JUNGKOOK

HOW YOU GOT HURT

Jungkook assigned you to guard a shipment of vintage motorcycles (his prized collection). A rival gang staged a “distraction”, a stray kitten mewling near the warehouse. You, ever the softie, went to rescue it. A rigged trap exploded, sending shrapnel into your leg. You hid the injury, using your belt as a tourniquet, and delivered the bikes… with blood pooling in the sidecar.

The kitten survived. You named it Tannie and tucked it into your jacket. Jungkook notices the blood after he coos over the cat.

HOW JUNGKOOK FINDS OUT

Setting

in his garage

polishing his Ducati

you limp in

Tannie pokes its head out, unharmed

Jungkook’s smile dies when he sees the crimson streak on your boot

Immediate Reaction

Physical

drops the rag

hands twitch like he wants to strangle the air

Eyes

dilate

flickering between feral black and wounded doe

“You… you’re bleeding.”

Voice

agrowl, low and guttural

“Who. Touched. You.”

Thoughts Flooding His Mind

“My fault. Mine. Should’ve been there. Should’ve smelled them. Stupid. Stupid.”

IMMEDIATE REACTION (to you)

Action

lifts you onto his bike seat

rips your pant leg open

presses a switchblade-heated rag to the wound

no flinch

Dialogue

“Don’t. Move.”

already revving his Ducati,

Tannie tucked in his hoodie pocket

Subtext

murmurs “good girl” to the kitten

won’t meet your eyes

HIS EMOTIONS / INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Rage

at himself: 

“I’m the weapon. Weapons don’t fail. I failed.”

at the rivals: 

“They used a kitten. A fucking kitten. I’ll skin them alive.”

Fear

flashback to losing his childhood dog in a gang raid. 

“I'll fucking kill them all...”

Guilt

buys Tannie a diamond collar

“She’s… practice. For keeping things safe.”

WHAT HE DOES (REVENGE ACT)

Phase 1: Feral Hunt

tracks the rivals to a chop shop

lets Tannie loose to trip their alarms

“Distraction for a distraction.”

Phase 2: Brutal Efficiency

Method

uses a motorcycle chain to dismantle their leader

breaks bones in reverse order

toes to skull

Finale

leaves the body zip-tied to a “For Sale”

sign: “Free scrap.”

Phase 3: Psychological Warfare

steals their tires

replaces them with marbles

texts them: “Drive safe.”

floods their HQ with stray cats

“Meet your new bosses.”

Phase 4: Legacy Erasure

torches their garage

builds a cat sanctuary on the ashes

Tannie gets a gold plaque: “Head of Security.”

HOW TO WIN HIM BACK

Tension

he avoids you for days

bench-pressing obsessively

find him asleep in the garage

Tannie on his chest

knuckles raw and bleeding

Your Move

challenge him to a sparring match

let him pin you

“Still think I’m breakable?”

His Breaking Point

slams his fist into the mat (right next to your head)

“You are! You’re everything! And I... I’m just… this.” 

gestures to his bloodied hands

Key Dialogue

you: “You’re not just this. You’re my always.” him: “Always?” 

he scoffs

tears mixing with sweat

“Always is a lie. But for you… I’ll pretend.”

Physical Reconciliation

presses his forehead to yours

breath ragged

“Stay. Or I’ll… tie you to the Ducati.”

KEY DIALOGUE (MAFIA!KOOK EDITION)

to the rivals: 

“You hurt her? I’ll make you beg for hell.”

to you, cleaning your wound: 

“You’re my only soft spot. Don’t… blunt me.”

whispered to Tannie: 

“Protect her. Or I’ll… cry.”

BONUS DETAILS

Tattoo Tell

his ”ARMY” tattoo throbs when he’s angry

rubs it like a worry stone

Garage Ritual

builds a mini ARMY bomb replica to hang from his bike (but it's literally a bomb)

“For luck. Duh.”

Secret Softness

learns to knit

to make Tannie sweaters

denies it

“The cat did it.”

[dabuggh3]

I feel like Hamzah would love doing dumb little couple things but would probably act embarrassed or like he hates it. So that’s why I wrote this. ENJOY!!🧙‍♂️

Let’s match? 💌༝༚༝༚

You get home from shopping and decide to check the mail box before heading up to your apartment. You make your way up to the apartment and open the door. Your cats greet you along with your boyfriend.

“Hi babe, why didn’t you call me to come help you with your bags?” Hamzah says as he gives you a quick peck on the lips. “ It’s okay, they’re not that heavy” you say smiling at him. You set everything down on your kitchen island and sit down on your couch sighing, appreciating the AC.

“What did you gettt?!”, Hamzah says in a excited tone peeking into your bags. “ Noo stopp I’m supposed to give you a haul” you say smiling, turning to him. He smiles “Okay I’ll wait, but what package did we get?” he says confused, holding it up. “Oh I don’t know, open it”.

Hamzah rips the package open, “ What the hellll”, he says trying not to laugh. You turn to him confused then you start giggling. Hamzah is holding a matching pair of Batman boxers and underwear. “I forgot I bought those”, you say walking towards him laughing. “ Boy what is thissss” he says in a high pitch tone laughing.

“ Stopp I bought it so we can match, and that was the only design I thought was cute, the rest were sold out”, you say grabbing the pair of underwear from his hand. He just stares at you in disbelief, laughing. “You literally have those bright ass blue lion boxers this does NOT compare” you side eye him. “ Hey those were a gift” he side eyes you back.

You both smile. “Let’s go try these on hm?” you walk towards the bedroom, into the closet . You strip from your shorts and underwear putting on the Batman underwear. You walk out the closet meeting eyes with Hamzah who’s sitting on the bed while he stares at you up and down. “ They look cute!” you say as you twirl.

“ Go try yours on”. Hamzah smiles as he takes his pair and goes to change as well. He comes out smiling looking at you. You grab his hand, pulling him to the full- length mirror you guys have. “ We look cuteee!” you say looking at him. Hamzah smiles, “ I actually do like them, I was just joking babe”.

“ Okay good, I want to take a picture”. You run to grab your phone while Hamzah stares at you. You come back, Hamzah pulls you closer and wraps his hand around your waist as you take the picture. “Ahhh so cute okay we can put our clothes back on” you say about to walk away.

Hamzah pulls you back staring at you. “Whatttt”, you say smiling. He bends down close to your face, “ Lets stay like this” giving you a kiss. As you both deepen the kiss, he wraps one of his arms around your waist. While using the other to lift you up, you wrap your legs around his waist. He turns and drops you two onto the bed, still wrapped around him and kissing.

You break the kiss, “ Babee what about my haulll?” you say pouting, staring into his eyes. He stares at you then drops himself on top of you burying his face in your neck, giggling. He lifts himself back up giving you a peck on the lips, “Okay cmon”, he says in a soft excited tone smiling. He picks you up, “ Waittt let me put my shorts back on” you say. “ No” Hamzah says sitting you down on the couch.

I haven’t wrote in so long so this might be a little ruff…sorry if there’s anything misspelled but I hope you enjoy! Also sorry if you guys don’t like the Batman underwear imagine something else😭. Omg also chase on the ooc podcast!?!!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyyy. Just had a thought about what would tan would be like on reader's birthday but they aren't together. So readeranf the twins are friends so what kind of stuff would they get her. Feel like tan would get something really meaningful and sweet that is something that he must really listen to what reader says in general to know. And when he gives her it he's reaally awkward and a blushing mess cyz he's worried she won't like it and he's saying stuff like'you can return it if u don't like it' 'its a stupid gift so u probably won't like it'. Love ur stuff recently :))

my baby hi!! sorry this has taken me longer to reply to than I usually would. been a little busy last couple days!! I got a little carried away and I couldn’t stop coming up with things😭💌

TAN GIVING READER BIRTHDAY GIFTS.

but

this guy is so thoughtful that no one can tell me otherwise!! he's a good listener, especially when you think he's not paying attention AND he's got cash to flunk which helps aid his gift-giving abilities so so so...

he's a bit of a snooper, so if he sees a tab open on your laptop or computer and it's a shopping website, he'd quickly click on it and take a picture so that he can remember what it is. maybe he deletes the items from your cart so you can't buy them for yourself

if you and the twins are shopping, and tan sees you eye up something, he'd make a note to pick it up (he's come back in a few hours or next day)

it depends on what things you like - ie flashy designer gifts or gifts for things you need/ can't buy. but he doesn't want to disappoint you so he'd get you something within that category (in that safe sweet spot)

maybe he mistakes things, so if he thinks you like a certain candle scent, he'd get it for you in air freshener form, not knowing that you know there's a difference in the smells (hence why you've never bought it for yourself) so he thinks he's being sweet (he is) but you don't really like the smell, but he's so thoughtful that you say you love the scent name (that makes sense right?)

he goes overboard and definitely puts lem's gifts to shame (even though he got you perfect gifts (I feel like lem just knows what you want and like, and the presents have funny inside jokes))

he tries hard to find the balance between a friendly and romantic gift - not wanting to overstep that line 

maybe your washing machine broke? so he buys you a new one, but a model better than your one before. maybe you mention how your floor seems empty? so he buys you a rug to match your space (would probs ask lem for advice) maybe you mention how you're running low on a lip gloss you like? but he doesn't know the shade name, so he gets you all the shades in that brand/ line so you can pick and choose when you want (it's your go-to one and you have it out often, hence why he knows the brand - he can read the logo) clear, pinks, purples, reds, browns, oranges - he'd get them all 

maybe you mention how you want to liven up your bedroom to match the season? so he buys you new bedding with colours to match your room (again, he asks lem to help) maybe you had your eye on a pair of shoes or boots but they're way out of your price range? guess what? he's had them boxed up and in his wardrobe the whole time (ready to give you on your bday) maybe there's a foreign snack you like but it's near impossible to find? so you bet when he's away for work he hunts around the shops to see if he can find any. ALSO!!!!! if he can, he'd buy loads, like I mean loads and pay to mail them back home so he can give it to you for your bday (dying)

and when it comes to actually giving them to you, he's all nervy and anxious bc he doesn't want you to hate them, so he puts it out there that he's uncertain about what he got you (even though he knows he did a good job) ALSO he really really values your opinion!!! so he says things like "I got the receipt at home if you don't like it" "that one's stupid. I thought it was alright in the shop, but I dunno" "you're hard to buy for (lie) I'll get you better stuff at christmas (or whatever it is you do or don't celebrate)" “I won’t be offended if you swap it” (or return/ refund)

and the reason you have a slight scowl is not bc of the gifts, but bc of what he's saying. like they're PERFECT gifts and he's saying that they're not 

so you're like "how did you even know I wanted that?" and he says how he has his sources yadayada

he's such a cutie pie <3

[itsgivingeattherich]

Electrified Love (An April Fools Story)

Baymax

Hey pookie I got mail 💌

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: IDK ILL DO WHEN I FINISH. Enjoy. Please um this is the shittest thing I've written.

Everyone was gone, only the light in your workshop was on. You were working on your latest invention -well if you could call it that- in reality you were failing all your classes; this was the last ditch effort to stay in his uni.

All you needed to do was twist the last bolt tight then you could leave. However, as you went to do that the end of the wrench snapped off and clanked on the floor.

"UGH come on!"

You held your head in your hands while tears welled up in your eyes, this really needed to work. Scouting the area, a wrench glared at you on the other side of the workshop, Hero never cleans anything. You walked over and picked it up; the chill of the metal froze your hand. His brother's initial was drawn on the bottom, it brought out guilt in the pit of your stomach, but he wasn't the one on the brink of getting kicked out.

As you retreated back to your corner, turning the wrench in your hand while walking. A heavy box caught your foot, you tumbled forward face first onto the floor. Pain exploded throughout your body, great it was just what you needed to end your day.

It came to you to just lay there for the rest of the day, to give up and hand in your letter of apology for wasting their time by attending- A soft tone came from a red box, before a quick "Power on." robotic voice. Huh? Oh no. Not Hero's stupid marshmallow man.

"Hello I am Baymax." He put his palm facing you and slowly waved. "you are in pain"

"Yea you're kinda stating the obvious." You growled out, still feeling the ache from your body.

He waddled until he reached beside you. No warmth came from him, he was a robot so that was a given, he reached his hand out and you grabbed it pulling yourself up.

"Is there... Anyway I can. Help?"

"Can you do repairs?"

"Yes I can repair people's outsides and insides." He stated

"No. I mean machines, can you? Screw a bolt in"

"I am. Sure I can be of assistance."

That last bolt was a killer, his plushy outside wouldn't serve in the strength department, but it was better than nothing. So, you took him to your mess of an invention, handing him Hero's wrench. He grabbed it in-between his index finger and thumb. Then repeatedly banged it on the bolt.

That was, unsurprising, he was a medic robot not a mechanical one. The sound of metal was eager to give you a headache.

"STOP!" you shouted. "Just. Stop." You plopped on the floor in defeat.

He dropped the wrench on the table before gliding next to you.

"Humans (when in distress) require another presence to alleviate the worries and doubts, so there. There." He said while patting your head.

"Im going to cry if you carry on" you threatened with your head folded into your lap. "You aren't really a person, and I doubt anyone is here at this time, so are there any easier ways to calm down." As your voice was muffled, it took the robot quite a while to decipher your needs.

"A good way to... Calm down, for humans, is slow and steady sexual intercourse with a loved one." He stopped petting you, and you lifted your head to look at him.

You chuckled. Was he serious? There was no one in this floor who had any experience in the bedroom. I mean, it was a school overflowing with nerds, who would rather do maths as a hobby, than touch another human being.

"There's no one on this floor dumbass. Only you and me." You flicked your arm to show the emptiness of the workshop.

"I am sure I. Can be of assistance."

"Urgh. What the fuck, do you even. I mean. do even have a penis?" A quick check of his underside proved that he didn't. How was he going to help, and there was no way in hell your first time was going to be with a medically trained robot.

"No I do not have any , I am a non gender confirming being, I am only a piece of machinery to aid others."

"uh huh. So how are you going to assist me if you are only a chunk of metal."

"I can help with my. fingers." He brought up one blob of his suit, and wiggled it in your direction.

You know what. You'd try it, not because of some weird fetish but just because it sounded like a dumb idea, and if you were going to get kicked out anyway, so wth who cared.

He lifted you on the table then tapped your head, urging you to lay down. Nothing screams romantic like the constant whirring of a fan tucked into his white suit to keep him, alive? Could you even say that for a robot?

He carefully pulled down the band of your tights, with his large fingers gliding against the heat of your core. The underwear was next, he took both items of clothing then folded them, and placed them beside your head. Well you couldn't really ask a robot to be sexy.

You opened your legs and rolled your eyes, something told you this wasn't going to be the best sex you would ever have had. He ployed around your hole with the tip of his finger, never making an attempt to slip in or rub your clit to relieve some pressure.

"Can you. Like um actually make me cum at some point today."

"I, because of the code in my system, cannot make someone cum."

"Urgh forget it!"

You got off the table and pressed his off button, he retreated back to his red box as you gathered your clothing and got dressed. You'd work on your invention tomorrow, right now you need to go home and think about what you were about to do.

As you were cozying up at home your phone rang, hero's name popped up on the screen. Strange.

"Hello?"

"What is Wrong with you!"

"Stop screaming it's late."

"Why the FUCK. Would you fuck my robot. My brother died before he could finish that thing and you just tried to sleep with it."

Oh Shit.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕊𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕎𝕋𝔽, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥�� 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕀 𝕤𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕓𝕓𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙."

"𝔹𝕒𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕩"

"𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖-"

"𝔹𝔸𝕐𝕄𝔸𝕏!"

"𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕩."

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟���� 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤.

𝕰𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖚𝖙

[kikarou]

if you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. :)

Hi!! 💕💕 thank you for this ask!😊

Well here are three random facts about me:

1) I love dal with rice! I can eat it everyday <3

2) my first anime was kamisama kiss and it is still one of my fav!

3) I am a swiftie :3

Sending love💕💕💗

[missrandomdreamer]

💌Love Letters Part 1 of 2💌

Just a little drabble of Smoker and Beatrice ❤️💌♥️

Sorry in advance for the grammar issues >< also this was supposed to be happy and cute but uh idk kind of ended differently than envisioned 🤷‍♀️

Smoker rested against the railing of the large Marine ship. He was alone on the deck that early morning, a cup of coffee in one hand and two cigars in the other. Tashigi was about to start training some of her underlings while other marines were scrambling to get to their assigned posts or train but they all kept out of the Vice Admirals way. He had been in a gloomy mood for a few weeks now: perhaps it was the overcast weather, perhaps it's because he still hadn't caught a group of pirates in a long while and he was getting pissed. Or perhaps, what most of his men believed and Tashigi, was that he hadn't been to a certain island where a certain woman lived nor had he heard from her. However, unknown to everyone (including Smoker himself) it was all of that together. He would never admit it, but he looked forward to hearing from Beatrice. He didn't realize his body relaxed and he felt lighter when she did write but everyone around him would. His men would notice his mood lighten (not so much the work load) but the air would be less suffocating both figuratively and literally. When the Vice Admiral was in a bad mood he tended to fill the air with more smoke and being around him you felt like you had to walk on egg shells. At least when Beatrice wrote to him, the men could breathe easier.

Smoker blew out a heavy stream of smoke from his cigars before taking a large gulp of hot coffee. He let the cigars rest between his lips while his now free gloved hand griped the railing. Maybe he should have give Beatrice the transponder snail to communicate but they both knew that wouldn't be wise-people could easily over hear them, and though there might be more of a risk with letters or packages they felt that would be a bit safer. Smoker let out another string of smoke before sighing into his coffee cup. The Vice Admiral had wrote her last, but that was a handful of months ago: had he said something wrong in that letter? Had it got lost? Did Beatrice not want to talk to him anymore? Surely she would have said something if it bothered her.

The G5 men saw a large cloud of smoke forming around Smoker and cursed. It was going to be a long trip to the next island. Smoker didn't move from his position, eyes staring out into the sea: ignoring the stares and nervous murmurs behind him from his crew. One of the Marines was about to run and get Tashigi to calm the Vice Admiral when there was a shout from the crows nest.

"News Coos spotted! Albatross Delivery spotted!"

The smoke around Smoker started to dissipate as he gazed up to the cloudy sky. He didn't move from his spot but his grip on his mug tightened. The News Coos bird arrived first handing over the mail to Tashigi who has just appeared from below deck at the sound of the other marine's announcement. Tashigi was already flipping through to see the news and bounties, "Look's like the Strawhat pirates bounties have increased." She was walking towards Smoker as she flipped through the pages, "And News...Sir?" Tashigi looked up just as the Albatross Delivery landed on the railing next to the Vice Admiral pushing a medium sized package toward him.

Smoker hadn't heard Tashigi and she paused a few feet away from him. The G5 members gathered around hiding behind boxes and the ship's masts, crouching just out of sight of their fearless leader as they all watched Smoker with the box. The Vice Admiral looked at the box cautiously, an expression of unease before opening it up slowly. Once his eyes landed on the box's contents however, something else entirely washed over his face. Everyone on board on the ship immediately felt the air shift from suffocating to breathable. Tashigi was the only one who could take in her leader's new expression: something of a mix of relief, shyness (a rarity for many to see on the man's face) and embarrassment as his ears had turned pink. He cleared his throat, closed the box and briskly walked passed Tashigi as if she wasn't even there.

"I'll be in my quarters."

"Yes Sir!" Tashigi straightened up, saluting him but then looked back at the papers. "But Vice Admiral there's-"

"Psst! Captain Tashigi please-" Tashigi saw one of the marines that was hiding behind a barrel, "The boss is gonna be in a good mood for at least awhile please dont get up worked up right now!"

"Yeah! We can actually do our job right now that he isn't so wound up." piped another large marine. All G5 members looked desperately at Tashigi, pleading with her while Smoker slipped from site. He hadn't heard her anyway.

Tashigi let out a sigh, "All right-all right. I will give him time but that doesn't mean you guys can slack! You men have jobs to do, so get to it!"

"YES CAPTAIN CHAN!"

Smoker entered his small quarters, shutting and locking the door behind him. He held the box close to his chest as he made his way to his desk, setting down the package carefully. He took out what caught his eyes first , the envelope with the wax seal with a small daisy pressed in the center: Beatrice's signature for her letters. A flicker of smile appeared on his lips as he carefully opened the letter, and began to read:

"My Dear Mr. Vice Admiral Smoky,

I have started and stopped this letter for the last few months. Every time I am about to sit down I am being called back up again. At the moment now I am sitting in the living room with a small fire with the book of poems you sent me last time. Smoker, I don't know if you read the book before you sent it, but there are some..how do I say... very sensual poems in there. I might just have to include one in this letter so make sure your subordinates don't see it."

Smoker felt his face grow immediate hot and his heart rate picked up, "Shit.' had he really sent her a erotic poem book!? The bookseller said it had good poetry book that was hard to find but he didn't think about what kind of poetry was in there. Smoker groaned and put his face in his hands. What if Beatrice thought he wanted that from her? What if she did want that from him? The heat in his face started to burn him, smoke whipped from his body in his shaking state. Why didn't he at least breeze through the book more before hand? Though, when would have been a good time to anyway? If his men saw him reading poetry he would never be taken seriously, it was already looking suspicious when he went off to bookstores on islands looking for her poetry books. Through all the embarrassment and self doubt, soft words gently floated in his mind,

" You do it because you love seeing her happy.'

Smoker let his hand drop from his face with an exhausted sigh, damn it all...He didn't want to admit that to himself nor to anyone else for that matter. He didn't want to admit that he...

His train of thought was immediately derailed when he caught sight of the next lines in Beatrice's letter;

"Just kidding! There is nothing explicit in that book. I just wanted to imagine your face getting all red at the thought of you sending me erotic poetry and that I would even add it to this letter. Oh I I wish I had a camera to take a photo of it-I bet it was cute."

Smoker just about choked on his cigars as he split them in have between his teeth. He let out a low growl and let his free hand grabbed his hair, nearly pulling it out, "Damn it woman! For that I am not sending you another book!" The Vice Admiral might have cursed a few more expletives under his breath at the bear woman before getting out two more cigars out to smoke. He tried to get himself to calm down a bit, taking in the sweet nicotine before letting it out slowly once more. Once he gathered himself, and felt his face not beating red with embarrassment, he continued to read her letter.

"Oh but the reason I have not been able to write to you sooner is because of a baby

Smoker almost choked again but then caught himself as he continued to read,

'-not my baby obviously but my friends. Shirin, you know my friend at the pub: she finally had her baby! He's a darling, I can't wait for you to meet him, his name is Ramin. I've been helping Shirin with the baby during the day and then still working nights at the pub. It's been difficult to get time to myself to write to you. Aside from the baby being born, things have been pretty tame here. The pub is still busy as ever but there hasn't been any insane bar fights in awhile. Old Man Vermouth is still running the bar, his health well, still pouring liquor and being a hard ass.He says hello by the way."

Smoker chuckled, putting out his cigars, letting his body relax in the chair. He kicked up his feet onto his desk, as he continued to read.

"However, to answer your question from your previous letter, I am well just a little worn out. I can't wait for spring, I've been so sluggish this winter. I have not given up on my training though, so you better bet when you are back in port to get ready for a fight. I miss sparring with a partner who actually makes me put up a sweat, nobody hear fights like you (except Vermouth but I don't want to fight my own family member at his age) I should have some fresh honey and strawberries for you if you happen to be in the area at the time. Do you think you will be around anytime soon? If you come back in the spring we can go spar by the river again. Vermouth said the dogwood trees there will have stunning blooms this spring. I know you are a busy and right now the world has been crazy but if you are in the area...and it wouldn't be trouble. I hope you can come by to visit "

Smokers heart ached at those words. He let his head fall back and stare up at the ceiling of his small quarters. He wanted to go visit her but he couldn't keep making excuses to go see her. Smoker had a job to do, he still has to find the Strawhat Pirates and something else was stirring in the New World. He didn't have time too and he couldn't stand to bring his men back and forth to that island. There were enough rumors being whispered about Smoker and his reasons for going to Hambray. He sighed and let smoke escape from his lips as he brought his gaze down to Beatrice's letter.

"How have you been? Catch any pirates lately? Where are you now? Have you been practicing your poetry? I am expecting at least one poem by the time I see you next. "

Smoker could practically envision her sighing, sitting at her desk watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. Her soft brown eyes looking distant.

"I miss you. I hope you are taking care of yourself. Tell little Tashigi I say hello. I will leave you now but I hope to hear from you soon. Again, apologies for the delay in response but I hope the little extra surprises I added in this mail make up for it.

With all my love,

Beatrice

There under her swirling signature was a place where her lips had blessed the paper, a deep crimson lipstick stain. Smokers breath caught, his thumb slowly traced the outline of her lips with a gentleness many didn't know the man could possess. He brought the letter to his lips and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. His chest felt tight but his body shook as he took in a light scent of strawberries, another signature of Beatrice's. "Damn it."

"Vice Admiral Smoker! I have a report from HQ that you need to look at sir!" A loud knock and the familiar voice of Tashigi pushed through his thoughts rocking him out of his trance. Smoker quickly but carefully folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope then into the package. Beatrice's gifts were left untouched as he hid it in a drawer in his desk before he briskly crossed the room to throw open the door.

Tashigi jumped and out a little squeak as the door swung open. Smoker was standing there, cigars caught between his teeth in a snarl. The marines who were doing their daily duties froze and watched their brave Captain Tashigi look up to the smoking Vice Admiral.

"What it is Tashigi?" Smoker's words came out in a growl. He gave all the appearance of a large wolf coming out of his den after being disturbed.

"Reports sir...from HQ..they said they needed your response at once." Tashigi looked up into her leader's eyes. She gulped down her fear and let out a breath. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you but it is important." She tried to remain strong, back straight and seemingly unafraid but a part of her always was fearful of when Smoker got into these moods.

The Vice Admiral looked down at her and his anger slowly faded-he knew she was just doing her job-and doing it well. He didn't need to get so worked up about being disturbed yet his mind still felt distracted by the letter. Smoker sighed, "All right-let me see it."

Tashigi nodded holding out the report to him. He took it and quickly scanned it, eyebrows furrowing, eyes sharpening like a predator honing in on its prey. The young captain immediately saw the change in the older Marine's face.

"Smoker what is it?"

"It's the Strawhats, they have been spotted near Fish Man Island." Smoker chuckled, "I'll get them this time." He gripped the report in his hands, "Tashigi, tell HQ, I'm following the lead." He moved passed her heading up to the main deck, "Did you hear that men? Set a course to Fish Man Island at once!"

"YES SIR!"

Smoker looked over his shoulder back to his closed cabin door. "Sorry Beatrice, I'll have to make you wait longer for my response. I'll be back soon, I promise you."

Smoker's world would be turned upside trialing the Strawhat Pirates; the battle at Punk Hazard would soon occupy the Vice Admiral's mind. All the while the little box with the letter and gifts were left alone in the shadows of the old desk drawer.

[reids-bf]

Intro 🧡

🦇 levi (he/thon/they)

🦇 gay, trans, audhd/disabled

🦇 my strawpage!!

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🦇 f/o's: Dr. Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV/Frater Imperator (strictly the fictional characters, i DO NOT selfship with real people)

more below the cut!

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🦇 i write fics and draw fanart, but will probably use this blog to just gush and rb selfship content!! sometimes will be nsfw. Please do not follow or interact if you're under 18!!

🦇 Tags:

📚🧡 - bookworms (Criminal Minds)

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[klemd]

Post boxes from places I've lived, places I've visited, and places I'd like to visit 💌✍️

ID: Gouache illustration showing seven post boxes of different shapes, sizes and colours. The colour palette is limited to red, yellow, blue, black and white. In between the boxes are small images of mail-related items such as envelopes, an ink bottle and a stamp, as well as hand-lettering of the words 'post' and 'mail' in various fonts and languages. End ID

[provinzpoet]

I heard we're doing Intro-Posts?

✨ ‘Ello, I'm Poe!

Come say hi, if you'd like.

Are you in the market for any of these:

🖋️ Poetry 📜 Ramblings & Writing Prompts 💬 Creative Writing (OC & Fanfic) 🤣 Memes, Shitposts & Unmitigated Chaos 🌳 The tumblr-blog equivalent of a quiet forest meadow

Yes? Well, you've come to the right place! This here blog is a place for all of this. It's where I softly cast out my truths - in rhyme, meter, verse or paragraph. Only to reblog the most unhinged meme directly after.

Always SFW, always welcoming to all.

Curious about who I am and what you’ll find here? It’s all waiting just below the cut.

I mostly write introspective and emotional stuff – some from personal experience, some from “what-if’s” and “could-have-been’s.” Trying to balance it out with some levity here and there.

✨ No worries, though - I'm in a very good place, mentally! ✨

So, what exactly are you in for? Poetry, mostly. But let me tell you a bit about what's going on here:

📍 General Themes

📦 Adopt a Page Some pieces never make it into a big post. Others are older poems, excerpts, or spontaneous fragments — Given a physical, tangible form. They all live in Adopt a Page— a quiet little corner for poems looking for a home. If something there speaks to you, you can apply to adopt it.

💌 Dear Poe Whether you have a question, a sentiment to share, or just want to say hi — anonymously or not — I’ll be reading and replying. You reaching out is always appreciated.

✉️ Snail Mail Want to write to me the old-fashioned way? You’ll find my PO box and all info under Snail Mail. I’d be honored to receive your words. And I'll reply, should you include a return address.

🗓️ Weekly Themes

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⌨️ Typewriter Thursdays One-of-a-kind poems. No drafts. No copies. Typed live on vintage machines — and sent out, one by one. Free of charge. To whoever it’s meant for. Anywhere in the world. You can find the masterpost with the complete archive of every Typewriter Thursday post here.

🏷️ Tags I Use:

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(Yes, they’re clickable links. Feel free to explore.)

👤 About Me:

Cis Male (He / Him)

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Madly in love with Canva - always designing something.

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From the land of Bratwurst and Umlauts

For the full aesthetic and reading experience, check out provinzpoet.com — I've spent blood, sweat and tears wrangling that tumblr theme so it'd end up looking presentable.

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Everything I create here — the poems, the projects, the parcels sent across the world — is given freely, and always will be. If something I’ve made has meant something to you, and you feel moved to tip a little kindness my way, you can do so through my Ko-fi - I’ll keep writing either way.

🚩 TL;DR:

I want this blog to be a safe space for introspection, joy, melancholy, and fun. You are most welcome to lurk, interact, or reach out. I hope you'll find something here that makes you feel.

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Stay a while and enjoy the ride,

[sockfizz]

❥ TRAIN TO NOWHERE !!...

♥︎ CHAR(LEY) || CHORBLE

♥︎ IT/ITS + ANY

♥︎ MINOR

♥︎ CERTIFIED SELFSHIPPER/YUMEJIN !!

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❥ ...AT LEAST YOU’RE THERE!

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General Info

ミ★ Welcome to my selfship blog!!! I made this cuz my f/o means a lot to me!!

ミ★ My main is chorbie. I like and follow from there

ミ★ heavily selective sharing. if i interact with you first im most likely okay w sharing with you, but if i haven't and you share my f/o i highly recommend not interacting

ミ★ I hc my f/o as he/it/xe demirose gay transmasc agender who likes any gendered terms. You will most definitely find me calling him my wife/girlfriend often lol

ミ★ i also like the canon ship with my f/o and i hc him as polyamorous dating both his boyfriend and me !!

ミ★ my s/i is named Chorble Sockbox (they/it). feel free to ask about them! I'm somewhat attached to them lmao

ミ★ may occasionally have posts with suggestive implications, i will tag this with #cw suggestive. bear in mind i tend to have a suggestive sense of humor

ミ★ plz be patient with me im mentally ill and disordered :P To be more specific, a few things I have are depression (clinically diagnosed) and heavily suspected BPD and this may affect how I act. If i make you uncomfortable somehow PLEASE inform me !!

ミ★ I also realize that I vent quite often here, and if you're not comfortable seeing my troubles, then please mute my vent tag (see taglist) !! Don't worry, I tend to delete them at some point afterwards

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[fereldanwench]

Hi, I'm Wench! ♡ This is a personal and multi-fandom blog that predominantly features original and reblogged posts about Cyberpunk 2077, The X-Files, and whatever cursed shit makes me laugh. For the full scope of what I post and who I am, check out my tags and about pages.

Virtual photography in Cyberpunk is my main creative hobby, but I am very much a jane-of-all-trades, master-of-none. Here are some tags where you can find a lot of my stuff:

🎨 ART | 📚 FIC & COMICS | 📸 EDITS | 🎭 COSPLAY | ⚙️ MODS

✧˖°. Other Accounts

If you'd like to connect elsewhere, I'm fereldanwench in most fandom spaces. Here are a few other accounts* I frequently use:

AO3 | PILLOWFORT | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | PINTEREST | KO-FI

*Additional accounts are also listed on my Carrd.

✧˖°. OTP: Goro & Valerie

Goro Takemura Master Post

Valerie Powell Master Post

Goro + Valerie AU Master Post

Featured Goro x Valerie Posts

✧˖°. Under the Cut

Before You Follow

FAQ

✧˖°. Before You Follow

🔞 NSFW & Adult Content Warning This is not a minor-friendly space, and I strongly discourage anyone under 18 from following me.

I tag all visual content with the "nsft" tag; explicit text is not tagged. (I try to use the Community Labels feature when appropriate, but it's often very glitchy for me, so I would advise filtering that tag if you really want to avoid boobas.)

⛔ On Blocking & Filtering I typically only block bots, trolls, and, if I notice, anyone who has blocked me. However, I extensively use content and tag filters in conjunction with XKit to hide filtered posts entirely. This occasionally means "false positives" will be caught in the filter, and I might miss posts and notifications as a result.

💌 On Following Back I honestly don't follow new blogs often, and I won't follow blogs at all if they don't meet these two criteria at minimum:

The blogger must be over 18 years old, although I typically prefer following folks who are at least in their late 20s.

A basic and consistently used tagging system must be in place (e.g., at least tagging the title for a piece of media or the name of a character).

💔 On Unfollowing I will sometimes unfollow blogs (including mutuals) under certain conditions, namely:

If they've been inactive for over 6 months

If our interests have dramatically shifted

If their posts make me uncomfortable for any reason (drama-mongering or guilt-tripping are the most common reasons)

Also, I encourage anyone who no longer enjoys my blog to do the same! Keep your dash a fun and happy place for yourself.

💬 On Asks and DMs My ask box is open with a few stipulations:

Anonymous messages are prohibited. Similarly, messages I suspect are being sent from a sock puppet account will not be published.

I default to replying publicly, but if you include a "PM" in your message, I'm more than happy to reply privately.

I don't participate in or publicly post any sort of "chain mail" messages (e.g. "send this message to 10 blogs you love")--I very much appreciate the thought behind them, but they tend to overwhelm me.

📃 Miscellaneous A few other personal policies of note:

I'm a big advocate for reblogging your own posts! I frequently do it myself. Self-reblogs are usually about 6-8 hours apart, but if you find they're clogging your dash, you can blacklist the "srb" tag.

I queue a lot of my original posts and reblogs, and my queue can be as long as a month out.

I typically only use likes to acknowledge personal posts, and I wipe them completely a couple of times a year.

✧˖°. FAQ

❓ What tools do you use for your Cyberpunk 2077 screenshots? For poses and expressions for both V and NPCs, I use these mods:

Appearance Menu Mod (AMM)

Photo Mode Unlocker (PMU)

Nibbles to NPCs 2.0

For spawning decor, SFX, and lights, I use:

Appearance Menu Mod (AMM)

CharLi Character Lighting Suite

And for enhanced photomode tools, I use:

ReShade The two shaders I mostly use are Cinematic DOF (which creates a nicer blur than the vanilla DOF) and RealLongExposure (which reduces hair pixelization).

Otis Injectible Camera I predominantly use this for hot-sampling and hiding the game menus for making GIFs, but it is also a more powerful flycam and includes another lighting tool (CyberLit). This is a paid mod.

All color-editing, levels-adjusting, clip-fixing, etc. is done in Adobe Lightroom and Adobe Photoshop.

❓ What other Cyberpunk 2077 mods do you recommend? I have a list that I update every few months that links all the publicly available mods I use in my game and a general mod tag for any mods that look interesting/useful. I’ve also dabbled in making mods (mostly pose packs that are kind of obsolete at this point and alternate clothes for Goro) that are available for free at my Ko-fi shop.

❓ Is your V's preset or NPV publicly available? Nope! I rarely share Valerie, and when I do, it's only with close friends who I know will take good care of her.

❓ Do you take commissions? I currently don’t take commissions of any kind, although I am sometimes open to art trades with mutuals (art for art, VP for VP, or VP for art). I can’t guarantee my schedule will always permit it, but if you’re interested, feel free to DM me!

❓ Would you be interested in taking shots for my mod? There's a good chance I would be, yes! Generally, the only times I'd say no are if 1) I don't have enough time to take and edit shots (usually a week's notice is enough) or 2) it's a fashion/cosmetic mod I just don't think is Valerie's style. Otherwise, I'm probably game--Send me a message with the deets!

[shirleyceravolo]

Here’s a recent round of Polaroids I sent to members of my Patreon. This time around, I chose to send triptychs. Both emphasize the infinite, the unknown, and the powerful. Magic and liminality make unique appearances in each photograph.

Join my Patreon to receive original Polaroids from me to your mail box and to support my work. 💌