#reddriot

[petrichorium]

HI PLU!!!! Cheesecake and shooting star with Jing Yuan for the self ship ask game? These questions are so cute oh my goodness 🥺

cheesecake — is there a sweet treat that the two of you adore and love eating together?

truthfully i have little to go off but i feel like jing yuan as SUCHHHHH a sweet tooth LOL idk its in line w the whole like. glutton theme he has w the laziness and the lion symbolism. during our courting phase i think he does ply me w sweets to share w him a lot and is Very unsubtle abt it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ but we do have a shared love of anything w peaches in it.......

shooting star — what does a date with the two of you look like?

again during that courting phase he often invites me over for tea and to play a game of starchess (which i Fucking Hate oops) but once we r established i think the variety starts to expand more!!! we r partial to dinners out of varying fanciness depending on the mood and we'll go on little outings to nice areas around the ship. i think we also plan dates all the time and then end up staying home LMFAOOOOOO like its a 30/70 chance we actually make it out the door. as a result once we r full-on domestic we start counting errand-running and stuff as dates n yanqing always says we r so lame 💔

ask me some selfship questions!

[birinboom]

oooh the mutual bingo game is so cute! what would my bingo card look like? 🥺

Zee hi!! It's so good to have you back!! 💖💖💖

I'm limiting myself to 8 fields but it's so rough, I want to mark off so many more! 😫 You could so easily have gotten the 'favorite blog' and 'I live for your posts' too

I should really just make one template with every field marked down and give it to everybody, I love all of you so so much

[suguwu]

Happy birthday!!! Thank you for filling my dash with amazing writing and some of the best and cutest Kita drabbles I’ve ever seen. Wishing you a wonderful day!! 🎉 🍰

ahh thank you so much zebra! i'm so delighted you like my kita drabbles! i love him so much slkdjflsdf. thank you again!!

[irisintheafterglow]

itoshi rin doesn't get injuries. ever.

he's downright religious about stretching, warming up properly, and being aware of how his body is holding up under the intense conditions of a match. he keeps a strict diet, an even stricter sleeping schedule, and pops enough vitamins and supplements to make his immune system work at 200%. but, when stupidly lukewarm isagi misplaces his stupidly lukewarm foot, rin ends up rolling his ankle harder than a bowling ball slammed down a lane. he doesn't react immediately to the lightning bolt of pain that shoots up his calf, only sending isagi a withering glare and continuing to rush the opposition's net.

like the rest of his team, you don't notice something is wrong until the end of the scrimmage, when rin collapses and curls his upper body around his ankle. his hands clutch the bottom of his leg and he shuts his eyes tight to hold in the frustrated groan he wants to release. the other players approach him and he snarls like a circus tiger, barking at them to leave him be. the same tune is played for the medical team, having no choice but to retreat after he insists he just needs a second to rest. with a deep inhale to prepare, you steel your nerves and walk over to where he sits.

"i said go," he seethes, his forehead resting against his propped knee. his eyes are shut, but he can feel someone standing there, watching him with a pitying look in their eyes. stupid. he gets hurt and suddenly it's poor, poor rin and his poor, poor ankle. it's weakness that he needs to stomp out, weakness that--

"you need to ice that." his eyes open slowly and you catch his walls recede ever so slightly. you always had a no-nonsense kind of relationship with rin, especially as a health analyst-in-training who was the only brave soul that spoke to him among your cohort. there was an unspoken level of respect that you had for him that you assumed he reciprocated, seeing as he always had patience for your long spiels outlining everything to do with his physical wellbeing. he appreciated that you never asked about his mental wellbeing, but sometimes your gut told you that maybe you should.

"i'm fine," he says through gritted teeth and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his melodrama. you bite back your initial retort and instead settle on the turf next to him, your legs facing the opposite way so that you're not making direct eye contact. he watches you from the outskirts of his vision, as do the rest of the remaining team on the field, but doesn't deny your company. you let him take a few more breaths before asking your next question.

"what hurts?" any other trainee in your group would immediately be subject to scathing insults about their personality and emotional aptitude. you'd seen it, how he snapped at the trainees that weren't you.

"calf. ankle. inside of my foot," he mumbles, shame evident in his voice. he didn't like appearing weak; he already felt weak living in the shadow of sae. it was something he was constantly fighting against, carrying the sack of weight on his shoulder every game. he waits for you to scoff, to tell him to get over it, but you don't. instead, you hum and refrain from looking at him directly. in a way, it's the indirect conversation that he appreciates the most.

"i'm gonna get you a tennis ball for your ankle. where's your water?"

"back left by the bench." you nod and retrieve both items, returning to him in no time at all. you don't even stop to converse with the other concerned members of the management team, making a beeline back to him like you had no other place to be. "you should go," he says before you sit down again.

you wait for him to elaborate. he doesn't.

"do you want me to?"

he hesitates.

"...no."

"then i'll stay." you sit closer this time, still facing the other direction, but close enough that your arms could brush if he leaned close enough. rin won't admit that he likes the proximity. "i don't need to tell you how to use a tennis ball," you comment and his silence expresses his gratitude. he reaches wordlessly for the ball but you hold it just out of reach. "but, i am gonna force you to drink water before you do anything else."

"i'm not thirsty."

"i don't care," you reply. "you won't get better if you're not hydrated." part of him hates that you're right, that you're sitting here pitying him. but, he takes the bottle from your hand anyway and downs a few sips that turn into large gulps. he didn't realize how parched he'd become. "there. what else can i do?"

"stop pitying me," he scowls without thinking. as much as you like to think he's different when he's with you, there's still times like these when the rage slips out and he snaps. you haven't known him long enough to weather his storms, but you're determined to wait it out and you know he notices. he's too smart not to notice the way your shoulders sag, the way you conveniently look anywhere but in his direction, the way you're fighting every instinct to abandon him to protect yourself. "it's," he forces out, surprising you both, "it's not-i'm not your responsibility. i don't need you to take care of me."

"but do you want me to?"

he hesitates again and turns to look at you completely, detecting no sense of pity or malice or arrogance in your expression. you were there to help him, and you wanted him to trust you. what a foreign feeling.

"yes."

so you continue to sit there with him in silence, running your fingers absentmindedly over the turf as he gently massages his ankle with the tennis ball. you don't question when his shoulder brushes yours for a second, then returns to completely lean against you. when he decides it's time to wash up, he takes your hand and lets you help him off the field, his arm draped around your upper back as you act as his crutch. you later tell him after he's showered that you didn't help him because you pitied him, but because you knew he would be too stubborn to ask for help.

"how are you so sure?"

"because you told me to leave, remember? and who would have helped you if i left? who would you allow to help you?" you don't wait for him to answer and bid him a polite goodbye, leaving his face warm and completely at a loss for words.

he decides that it's not so bad if he gets injured, as long as you're the one sitting on the turf with him after the game.

[sugaaz]

HAIKYUU CAPTAINS ☆ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEBRA @REDDRIOT ♡

[lilium-dragomir]

⚜ Happy birthday @reddriot ⚜

Your about mentioned this character as first favorite character. So I quickly browsed the manga for a cap of him to color for you. I hope you'll have an amazing birthday~

[petrichorium]

I saw Childe in your tags and got extra excited for a sec and then I read the full post LKADFSJDF

(plu save me I am. not okay I keep thinking about him)

LMFAOOOOOOO sorry ze 💔 my interest in childe is almost solely tied to capitano i fear

[birinboom]

hi Em!! for the ask game, 🍄 and 🖍?

Aaahh Zee!! Thank you so much for sending me this!! 💖💖💖

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “_ + =__” "Roommate Kirishima + quarantine = getting to know each other and newfound feelings appear"

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip "Can I have a hug?" he asks, eyes red-rimmed and brimming with tears. From the same WIP as above

Ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

[pluviophile-imagines]

Hello I have just a tiny idea for usurper Gojo,,, he has taken over my mind, thank you for the wonderful drabbles hehe >.<

So after he takes the throne, I imagine that not everyone supports him and there are many instances of attempted uprisings, assassinations, and/or plots to remove him. I think they’d all be crushed pretty quickly, especially with Gojo’s wits and power. But what if there’s one attempt that was too close for comfort? Either aiming for Reader (because even though he tries to hide his affections in public, the fact that he claimed you when he first took over is motive enough), or aiming for Gojo directly. I think it would be especially unpleasant for the perpetrators once they are caught; Gojo makes an especially severe example of them, and after that no one dares to try anything ever again.

OOP— yeah,,,,, yeah heres the masterlist (usurper!gojo tag, once again the concept’s from @saintshigaraki i am simply insane and cant stop)

warnings: talk of violence/murder, attempted poisoning, lil bit suggestive

he tries to keep it from you, as if your reach in the court isn’t threaded more firmly even than his own. as if the royal guards do not prefer your company to his, as if you’re such a fool you wouldn’t notice how he’s come to bed long after you’ve gone to sleep every day for the past week—he tells you it’s dull financial advising, you know it’s because he’s been busy torturing a man. an assassin, you’ve been told; a poisoner who hadn’t even made it out of the kitchen before being caught.

you also know he’s back earlier tonight because he’s executed another man—the one who hired the hit, one of his own cousins. ordinarily such a thing would be dealt with swiftly, except that the food found dosed had been not your husband’s but yours, and your king does not take kindly to threats against you. the maids had told you all of that days ago; it’s the guards that tell you he assembled the court without you, hours past sunset, and made a display of cutting down his own kin for your sake. ruthless, they tell you, savage, lest there be any doubt in his affections for you.

he comes back to your shared bedchamber without a drop of crimson on his clothes, but the satisfied air about him and the heavy drum of bloodlust you can see in his eye tell you that your information is correct. still, you greet him casually and don’t bring up your discontent as he removes his blindfold and makes himself comfortable on the bed, unabashedly peering at you while you sit at your vanity pretending to ready yourself for sleep. he’s silent with his staring, and you are silent as well, busy ruminating on how you’re feeling until you come to the conclusion that the only action of his which has sparked your ire is that he has chosen not to share them with you—no, you’re not bothered by his barbaric display, but rather that he did it without informing you. with your opinion found, you are ready to initiate the conversation.

“so?” you begin casually, gaze flitting up to meet his eye through the mirror. “are the conspirators dead, then?”

at first he gives no response, but when you turn in your seat to face him he rises to stand and strides over to you. lacing his fingers with yours, he pulls you to your feet—holds you close, leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“can’t get anything past you, hm? not with your brain.”

“well, are they?”

“yes. of course. they’ve hardly earned the title of conspirators frankly, not with that pitiful display.”

“mm.” you purse your lips and pull away, turning your back on him. “lovely to know that you’d accept my death if it were at the hands of a competent man.”

he follows you swiftly, eases his arms around your waist and rests his chin in the crook of your neck. his tone is easy, light—amused, perhaps. “i don’t believe i said anything of the sort.”

“i do not find this amusing, my king.” despite your tone, you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, drawing a contented noise from him which he buries into your nape. “i’m displeased by you.”

“are you, now?” his lips quirk against your skin, and he shifts, his whole body moving so that he can trace kisses along your jaw. “i’ll just have to please you, my queen.”

“satoru.” the name makes him pause. you tighten your hold on his hair, pull him to rest against your shoulder again in an attempt to halt him. “you killed your kin for me and attempted to hide it. did you truly think i wouldn’t find out?”

“not this quickly,” he grumbles, petulant, entirely unsuitable for a king who had just slit the throat of his own cousin before an audience.

“people chatter, especially when you require the attendance of the entire court. but since we are being honest, i knew of the whole ordeal the moment it happened—i do believe i was made aware of the poisoning before you were, my husband. so tell me, why did you torture a man for a week and choose not to inform your wife? why did you so courteously invite my companions to witness this execution but neglect to extend that invitation to me?”

he doesn’t speak for a moment. his breath comes hot against your neck, not quite a sigh but certainly a deep breath—then he turns his face into your hand, leaves a fleeting kiss against your palm, and lifts his head.

“they need to learn, hm? how would they have learned if i’d let this go?” his eyes are manic, the closest you’ve seen to what they’d been that night—yet the moment they meet yours they soften, reverence seeping in. he stands to his full height behind you, hand coming beneath your chin to tilt your face upward so that he can loom over you and press a kiss to your brow; he’s gentle with you, but the steel at the core of his tone is more than palpable. “i won’t show mercy, certainly not when it comes to those who wish to harm you. you cannot ask me to be forgiving with such things.”

you realize with those words that he believes you’re balking at the brutality, that he thinks you timid and soft. he thinks you don’t know what he does to maintain his power, as if you’re not intimately aware of the monster he’s had to become—as if you hadn’t come face-to-face with it, with his blade.

you think you probably shouldn’t be as endeared as you are. you certainly shouldn’t turn around, wrap your arms around his neck, and tug him down into a real kiss to reward his actions, yet you still do. it’s addicting how quickly he melts to your affections; you know how intimidating his size must be to so many but it’s impossible for you to fear it when he’d drop to his knees for you at a single word.

when you pull away he doesn’t let go—he whines at you, a wordless protest, and buries his head into your shoulder to nip at your skin.

“i’m not angry with you for refusing mercy,” you mutter to him, “i’m angry with you for lying to me. i am your queen, your partner. you will not do this again, you will tell me the next time you intend to cut down a man in my name.”

he pulls back and opens his mouth, eyes wide, but you cut him off by lunging upward to peck at the corner of his lips.

“it’s in your best interest to comply, husband. you cannot hide things from me.”

“i know, wife.” his sigh is love-struck. “i’m a fool to have tried.”

[reinerist]

Hi Robin!! I just wanted to stop by and say that your gifs are always so clean and nicely colored, and I always enjoy seeing them on my dash! Wishing you a lovely day ^u^

HIIIIIII!! thank you so much for the kind words!!

hope you have a lovely day too!!!!!!

[tartagliove]

reddriot → tartagliove

i've been reddriot for years, but with my return from hiatus i wanted a change! coming with new mobile and desktop themes as well—yeah, tartaglia has been on my mind.

reblogs to boost are much appreciated!

[tisalovestory]

WELCOME BACK!! I hope you’ve been well! It’ll be nice to see you around more often ^u^

Omg???? Hi???? Whenever I get anything resembling attention on here I’m so????? Just shocked that there’s even a hint of human activity LMAO

I’ve been doing very well!! Thank you for the welcome:D

[elwinged]

omg hi thank you for the tag, this is very sweet!!

drywall by paris paloma

end of it by friday pilots club

baby said by måneskin

not another rockstar by maisie peters

blood in the wine by aurora

tagging @augustsjanes @redtoddjasonhood @izzluna @orangeisfab @miicachii @henwilsons @reddriot @lucypcvensie @constellation-skirmishes @tiriansjewel (apologies for tagging many people i haven't interacted with recently, realising i haven't been super active with my tumblr mutuals!)

tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people.

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance (yes im in my emo phase now)

Whirling-In-Rags, 8 AM - Sea Power

Haunt This Place - Small Fools

Can You Tell - Ra Ra Riot

Basket Case - Green Day

tagging: @malabadspice @otterorder @transcakeoutintherain @starstrike @svnrise-parabellvm @tetrafelino @vibinwiththefrogs @1tbls @funyasm @tiredtransgal

[seiwas]

Hi!! I just wanted to thank you for the tags you left on my fic, The Little Things. It means a lot to know that you enjoyed it so much and that my fic made you happy! So thanks again hehe 💕

Aaaahhh this is so sweet!! (Although I know I’m probably responding to this super late….) but thank YOU so much for writing it!! :”))

[katsukes]

💗🌷🌼 ✨This is the you are amazing award. Send it to ten bloggers you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness! ✨ 🌼🌷💗 Ian!! I hope you're enjoying summer break! ^u^

zebra thanks for sending this back !!! <3 <3 and i've missed interacting w you on here i hope you're having a good summer as well! :') all the best always

[rinphoria]

Hi Kai! I just wanted to stop by and chat >u< How is your day going?

hello zebra!! my day is going pretty good but i’m kinda sleepy. i might go get some coffee just so i get out of the house for a bit. how has your day been?