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sephiquehearts · 2 days ago

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I remember when I first started posting my art on bsky and not only back that time but until now I always put my username BIG and covering something on the art instead of putting on a corner

at first I was deadly afraid of doing that since my art still isn't that recognized and only close people and moots used to rt it, but still, I'm so deadly afraid of people someday looking at it, deciding to respond and not crediting

other thing is that I put the watermark literally in the middle of the art instead of a random corner, bc that way is harder to erase it if the person wants to claim it was their art

"but won't that cover up the art?" I put it at a low opacity so you can see both the art AND the watermark, it might seem like too much, but man if I ever saw someone reposting my art with my credits and erasing the watermark I would be so fucking pissed I would make sure that person suffered for that

even when I send my art to friends, I usually only send it with watermark in case they decide to post it before I do (like stories or something like that bc I would also hate if they really posted it on social media before I did) so like,,,, man when I show someone my art without the watermark I must really trust that person and they better not fuck it up or I would never send my art to them again, only if it's the link to what I already posted

anywayssss this can also be a reminder for artists that like, yeah put your watermark in the middle of your art, fuck it if people complain that they can't see, better than leaving it easy for others to erase it and steal it bc that is unfortunately very common

hey for the noob, what's a repost? why are they bad? what's the diff btwn 'reblog' and 'repost'?

thx for explaining!

Howdy!!

I'm glad you asked!

Basically, a repost/art repost is when someone posts a piece of artwork they didn't create and then posts it on their own account, usually without crediting the original artist. This often makes it look like the person who reposted it IS the original artist, and any attention, likes, reblogs, followers, etc., all go to the reposter, instead of the artist who actually created the piece.

Example 1: I go on Pinterest and I find a piece of artwork and I go OH WOW THAT'S PRETTY I NEED TO SHOW EVERYONE I'VE EVER MET so I download the piece of art work, make a brand new tumblr post, put the art in that post, and go HEY LOOK AT THIS ART.

Example 1 is a repost.

A reblog, on the other hand, is basic Tumblr functionality in which any old blogger hits the "reblog" button and kinda..."passes forward" from the original poster. When you reblog a creator's work, they still get the notes, followers, etc. - it's still clear that they're the person who actually created the piece of artwork.

Example 2: I'm scrolling my dashboard and I see someone with username person12345 say, HEY EVERYONE I MADE AN ART DO YOU LIKE IT? And I think to myself, YES I DO, so I hit the reblog button.

Generally speaking, reposts are *highly* frowned upon and considered extremely rude. If you didn't make something yourself, don't post it unless you have express permission OR the original creator has something like "Reposts allowed" on their account (which is rare but does happen. Even an authorized repost should always have credit to the original creator attached to it; "Credit to the owner" is not credit. The reasoning is that, firstly, artists put a fuckton of work into what they create, so for someone to just take it post it somewhere else is kinda fucked (like, imagine if someone did that with a fanfic!). Secondly, a lot of artists rely on sales to their shops, commissions, etc., to get income - but when work is reposted without naming them or without linking them, they lose out on all of that.

Reposting on this website ranges from completely innocent "oh oops I didn't realize that wasn't nice" all the way through intentional attempts at theft/taking credit from original creators. If I had a nickle for every time someone called me a bitch, asshole, or crusader for suggesting they not repost, I'd be able to buy, like...dinner.

Generally speaking, posting work you DID make yourself is awesome, as is reblogging from artists who post their own work.

I could go into a LOT more about this, but tbh it'd kinda be reinventing the wheel. Instead, lemme grab some existing resources that can add more information to this, if you want to know more.

@dont-repost-art is a cool account dedicated to spreading information about why reposting is bad. It's not really active anymore but if you just scroll through what they've reblogged in the past you'll still get some good info.

How to Spot Art Reposts: a long post I wrote a bit ago, discussing art reposting, why it's bad, and how to recognize signs that piece might be a repost, with an emphasis on danmei fandoms on Tumblr.

Flow Chart: Can I Post This Fanart?

Really everything in the tumblr search "art reposting" which is full of artists being upset about people reposting their work....kinda says it all

FINAL NOTE: When an artist says "do not repost" they do NOT mean "do not reblog." Please, please reblog artist work, if you like it. Creators are what make this site so amazing, and when their work doesn't get much love, creators get discouraged and don't want to keep creating. When people steal their work without crediting them, they don't want to keep creating. When people treat them like art-producing machines, they don't want to keep creating. NOT reposting, and ACTIVELY reblogging (with a healthy side dose of "saying nice things in the tags") is a great, small, easy way that every single fan on this site can help creators fell all warm and happy and like they should keep making things.

Hope this helps!

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sephiquehearts · 2 days ago

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sephiquehearts · 2 days ago

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a yuu who never became a true student, whose job never changed. a magicless janitor with their annoying little sidekick.

its crazy to think about how the trajectory of your life could completely change just because someone chose not to take the time to bully you for being uneducated. no charred statute or shattered chandeliers, all one hundred windows squeaky clean and streakless. no monsters, no bonding, no cauldron, no nothing.

but you had no knowledge of this possible outcome, especially when it was something directly out of your control.

you would have quickly befriended the ghosts however. that wouldn't have changed. they were your roommates and one of the few people willing to give you the time of day. you spent your days cleaning after hundreds of students and faculty, ignoring the stares and whispers as you picked up every single piece of discarded trash they left for you. you kept your head down. were you lonely? no, because you had no idea how alone you actually could be.

there was no duo yelling in your ear. hell, if you were even aware, you'd see that they didn't even sit at the same lunch table.

at night, you would study. a few of the teachers, trein in particular, took something akin to pity on you and offered you left over work packets to help with what you were reading. a glossary of information that he claimed were entry level but you both knew he had made it for you. what student would need entry level information in a prestigious magic academy?

another teacher offered you a place in their classroom to put what you learned to practical use while they graded papers. despite how he waved off your thanks, you could tell that he felt bad for you at least a little.

the only thing that remained a constant in your life, regardless of how the story played out, was the familiar visitor that would grace your rundown ramshackle home a few times a month. he appeared skittish at first, almost embarrassed that he had been caught by a stranger skulking around at night but you were quick to stop him from disappearing the first night. you were desperate for any sort of contact with the outside world that you had grasped the back of his sleeve before he could turn away unaware of faux pas.

"please don't go!" your voice was hoarse from lack of use, the words scratchy against the back of your throat but malleus could see the desperation in your eyes, pupils blown wide, "would you... um, maybe like a cup of tea?"

there are a few constants regardless of what fate the universes could give.

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sephiquehearts · 2 days ago

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“𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞!”

𝐬𝐲𝐧 ;; you’ve been dancing around with a certain raven-haired delinquent for a couple of months now, flirting and dropping hints. he hasn’t made a single move throughout and you can’t take it any longer. fooled, you thought he was totally uninterested, but he proves you wrong after a little outburst.

ⓘ : not proofread. this is honestly a porn-no-plot dumpsterfire. if you know this is a repost, it got deleted the last time i posted it. wc ;; 3.7k

warnings: pussy eating, spitplay, he’s honestly a dickhead, you’re in love with him but he’s emotionally constipated, lowkey bimbo!reader, kind of cnc??, you bite keisuke’s lip and make him bleed, he’s into it, the starting is shit but i swear it’s decent in the middle n end, you try not to cry, there’s surprisingly no dacryphilia in this (omg is this even rukai), i do not have a title for this.

“you’re a bastard.”

you accuse out of nowhere. keisuke blinks once and flits his dull brown gaze towards you, thick eyebrows drawing and sharp eyes narrowing in mild disdain. you’re like a goddamn gnat to him, always buzzing around, always ringing in his ear with that stupid voice of yours. what did you want now?

“you’re just now figuring that one out, huh? thought it was obvious from the first damn day.”

cocky fucker. “don’t act so high and mighty. why’re you so dumb towards me? or are you just playing pretend?”

“tch. i’m not pretending. i’m just tired of your goddamn bullshit. you’re annoying as hell.” he says with a scoff, confused but agitated more than curious. all he wanted was for you to leave him alone at this point, he isn’t sure how much longer he can stand you for.

you feel a weird ache in your chest. it’s subtle, but it’s there. “do you not know how i feel towards you?”

he rolls his eyes. “how the hell would I know? i’m not a damn mindreader, y’know. quit playin’ games with me and just come out and say it.”

“i love you!” you blurt. he freezes, his expression becoming almost unreadable as the words replay over and over in his head. he’s shellshocked for a millisecond, until his expression darkens and the corner of his lip curls into something hateful.

“…hah.” he lets out a huff, hiding his emotions— but that was difficult when he could feel his vision grow just a little dizzy. his gaze is no longer on yours, he’s looking away like you made some shitty cheesy joke. like you didn’t just lay out your soul for him to hold, like it didn’t matter to him.

your heart is already cracking, fragile and hurting in this exchange. “that’s it?”

his patience, already paper thin the moment he saw your stupid cute face, fades into air. “what, you want me to get on one knee and declare my undying adoration for you or something?” he snaps, his face growing hotter as he says this.

“i want you to fucking acknowledge me! you could at the very least notice how i look at you and how i constantly brush up against you and how i always wear the skimpiest shit around you!” you bark frustratedly, holding off on your disappointment to dish out the same annoyance he’s had with you since the first time you teased him. only you took it a few notches higher, raising your voice and contorting your devastated expression into something of pleading rage.

“of course i fuckin’ noticed!” keisuke shouts, startling you with the volume of his deep voice and the cold glare of his now wide bronze eyes. his handsome features flicker over with guilt when he sees you shrink in fear, he lowers his tone and gnashes his sharp teeth. this time it doesn’t reach his eyes, his irises are silently boiling over with indignation and something you can’t make out. “just what the hell were you tryin’ to achieve? you think showing your body off around me would have me swooning for you like a damn lovestruck fool?”

your glossy lips begin to wobble, manicured hands too. he made it seem like such a small deal, something insignificant when it was your heart on the line. you’re not a total slut. you don’t do this for just any guy.

but you can’t afford to cry like a little girl in front of keisuke — not when he’s already being so cruel, not when you have your goddamn pride to uphold. you suck in a breath, pushing past your bleary vision and you exclaim, “oh, fucking forget it! i should just stab you or something— i hate you!”

keisuke’s eyes seem to glow unnaturally with challenge, caramel hues shifting into something akin to a gold that complements him much more than you should be thinking about in this moment. what the fuck did you just say to him?

“yeah, why fuckin’ don’t you?”

he takes a menacing step toward you, glaring down at you with a dark look, that glint in his eye borderline murderous. his hand shoots out and roughly grabs your jaw, squishing both your cheeks inward and puffing out your pretty lips.

fuck, you look perfect like this, looking up at him with your stupid eyes that’ve widened in a mix of fear and arousal. why isn’t it just your heart that’s throbbing so much anymore?

you’re such a dumb, irritating whore, it makes him wanna stick his cock down your throat just so he could shut you up; a thought he’s been harboring unwillingly for far too long now. he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he was also frustrated as all hell. you were testing his goddamn patience, and he was starting to lose his mind trying to deal with you.

but you are not gonna back down and let him get the better of you any longer, even though your body’s just begging to kneel before him and suck him off until he’s not so angry with you anymore.

in a sudden movement, you swat his wrist, sink your teeth into the thumb of his palm and tear yourself away. you make an attempt to shove him too, but he’s got the build of a fucking brick wall, so it’s a little embarrassing how he doesn’t even budge. his demeanour falters at the abruptness of your actions, though, almost impressed, but that quickly gets taken over with a newfound aggravation.

your attempts to push him away only serve to make him lose his temper even more, but for a reason he couldn’t understand, being pushed around didn’t anger him. it actually made him want you more. just what kind of spell did your witchy little ass cast on him?

not even bothering to try understanding those feelings, he finds himself grabbing you by the neck and slamming you against the wall, clicking his tongue at the soft sound your body made when it thudded with the hard material. you gasp.

“bite me again, and see what happens.”

a pouty hiss makes its way from your mouth and you glare up at him. that’s a challenge. you’re not one to back down from them, much less when you’re pissed, and he’s definitely pushed you over the edge. bite him? oh, you’ll fucking bite him.

before either of you can comprehend it it, your hands have snaked to his defined face and you’ve pulled him down to your level, soft lips harshly colliding with his. teeth instantly sinking into the flesh of his lower lip, you bite down with a force enough to make him bleed, aggression obviously directing your actions. he nearly stumbles. thankfully for him, his body works faster than his brain.

a low, guttural growl crawls its way up from his throat and into your cavern, the stinging pain sending a shiver up his spine and a twitch to his dick. you definitely drew blood, a coppery tang that he’s grown all too familiar with over his years of brawls gushing into his tastebuds and as a result, yours. he brings his hands down to your hips, gripping them roughly, hard enough to leave a mark. the kiss wasn’t gentle in the slightest, rather filled with aggression and primal instinct, all teeth and tongue and spit. his lips move with yours, forcing his pierced tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste that deliciously nasty mix of your saliva and his blood.

he shoves his knee between your thighs, actions becoming more needy as your kiss turns into something more desperate. he could feel himself losing his mind, already overtaken by you and your overly glittery lips — god, you’re so obnoxious with everything you do — and the taste of his own blood only serves to drive him on.

pulling apart, he looks down at you, face still close enough to breath in your sweet scent. his expression was a grim, lustful glare, and you should’ve run for the hills by now, but you can’t. maybe you just don’t want to.

“you want me to acknowledge you?”

your breath halts. he brushes his pointed nose against your jaw, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your throat as if to warn you.

“you’ve got my goddamn attention, brat.”

you let out a squeal, clutching his shirt tightly and squeezing your thighs around his knee. your expression contorts when you whimper. maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. you’re panting, tilting your head upward to glower angrily at him. the desire in your eyes can’t be hidden, no matter how badly you want to stay upset with him, you can’t deny the way he’s making your pussy ache.

your reaction fuels his lust more and more, the way you grab his shirt and close your thighs around him makes him want to throw you onto the ground and fuck a mess out of you. he pulls your face to his, capturing your swollen lips in another fierce kiss, unable to get enough of that artificial sweetness you plaster onto your lips everyday. it shouldn’t drive him this mad, you shouldn’t drive him this mad. he pulls away again, eyes dark with lustful intent.

he grumbles, “you’re a goddamn slut, y’know that? shouldn’t even be giving you the time of day.” you scoff, still reeling from his tough treatment. you somehow find it in you to stay mad at him, or atleast keep up that facade.

“yet here you are, asshole,” you spit, trying and failing to make your words come out enraged. your whole demeanour isn’t really convincing when your underwear is starting to stick to you and your hips are seeking friction against him, but you need to keep up this act for as long as you can, you don’t want to turn to mush around him anymore, it’s obvious he doesn’t like you so you hate him. it doesn’t mean anything just ‘cause you’re wet. he’s nothing to you!

your attempt to keep up with your act completely fails— he sees straight through you, knows exactly what your body wants even if you try denying it. your words are nothing but lies, just like his are, mirroring how he’s been burying his own emotions for all this time. all this arguing, this pointless fighting… it’s just an excuse for you to ignore how damn much he wants you. and you’ve pushed him to his limit.

he grabs the back of your hair, pulling hard enough to make you gasp. your throat is totally bared to his hungry, frigid gaze, he’s almost inspecting you.

“you’re really startin’ to get on my damn nerves. watch it.”

his palm leaves your neck and he holds one of your thighs in a tight grip, his fingers leaving imprints in their trail, marking the effects of the need for you he’s been trying to suppress up to now. his breathing becomes more labored as his hand slowly moves up your leg, he bites the inside of his cheek and glues his gaze to that scanty miniskirt you only want to wear around him.

“tryin’ to act all hard to get like you didn’t just confess to me. you’re nothing but a needy little brat.”

he presses his knee deeper into your crotch, coaxing an adorable noise out of you, feeling your heat through your thin panties. fuck, is that lace?

that signature scoff of his parts through him, eyes carrying a taunting glint and rich tone dripping with mockery, “look at you— gettin’ off to me treating you like a damn ragdoll,” he flits his gaze up to yours, meeting your eyes directly. you shy away. “you a masochist or something?”

you slap both hands over your mouth in attempt to snuff out your noises, your thighs and hips tensed as much as you could possibly get them to be. you’re trying not to grind and act upon those mindless urges of yours, you don’t want to give keisuke the satisfaction of knowing firsthand that you want him. it’s hard. you refuse eye contact with him— you know you’ll melt the instant you meet his hungry caramel eyes. your head shakes in a bratty fashion, he clicks his tongue, leans closer toward your ear. the prettiest sound comes from you when his breath hits your sensitive skin. he’s got you wrapped around his finger and he know he’ll have you wrapped around his dick too soon enough.

“not so cocky now, are ya?” his voice lowers to a growl, noticing the way your eyes squeeze shut and your back bows, “don’t make me laugh.”

his head dips, he bites harshly at your jugular, the sharp sting of his razor-like incisors making your panties soak a bit too much for your liking. he really could tear you apart if he wanted to. his overwhelming frame presses nearer and he lets you feel the imprint of his cock through his pants, just against your stomach. you gasp.

your hands feebly grip at his wide shoulders, features twisting with each nip and bite he gives you, each swipe of his tongue to soothe your hurts only to repeat the process over and over. it continues on past your collarbone, when he unbuttons your cardigan and tugs your shirt real low, popping out your tits eventually. of course you weren’t wearing a bra. “tsk. slut.”

you don’t have the chance to retort when he’s mouthing at your nipple, tugging on the bud gently with his teeth and flicking the one that he isn’t abusing with his tongue. his worship on your breasts doesn’t last long, but those few minutes feel like a damn eternity. he hisses when you grasp his silky locks, pushing him into your chest, silently demanding more.

his lips trail downwards, lower and lower and lower, until he’s on his knees. he tugs your legs apart and forces himself in between them, his face is level with your short skirt and he’s breathing in the musk of your sticky underwear, he can already taste heaven. you melt, allowing affection to swirl in your eyes as you take in the way midnight cascades from his scalp to a little past those broad shoulders that are just made to have a pair of legs thrown over, the deadpan furrow of those gorgeous eyebrows that hang lowly above those half-lidded eyes that always seem to fuck you when you’re around—

you’re slammed back into reality when he delivers a harsh swat to the fat of your thigh, yelping.

“lift your legs.”

you blink, feeling defiance peel away from your soul like you’ve just been exorcised, “w-wait, are you s—“

another smack! rips the breath out of you and you scramble to obey him, now completely relying on him for support. if you fall on your ass, it’s on him, and you won’t think twice about ratting the fucker out.

now your legs are tossed over his frame like you’ve dreamt of since the moment you saw him without a jacket on. your eyes haze over, so do his. he grabs a handful of your ass and pulls you closer, flipping up your skirt, burying his face between those pretty fuckin’ thighs of yours and nosing your clit like a hound in heat.

you’re wearing lace in the nicest colours, ignoring how rough the material dragged across your skin just for him. looks like your months of constantly brushing up against him, smushing your tits against his arm, smiling at him all cute when you bend over ‘cause you accidentally dropped an item, all of it’s come to fruition.

bet you didn’t even know how furiously he’d fist his cock during nights after having a goddamn whiff of your shampoo, a glimpse of your panties, the momentary feeling of your thighs press up on him and that incredible feeling of your breasts squeeze against his bicep.

your mind can’t quite think far enough to thank anything comprehensibly when keisuke licks a long, slow drag up your clothed slit. he could eat you alive. he will eat you alive.

“fuck,” he breathes, and he doesn’t sound so angry anymore, palming his hardening length through the fabric of his pants, “got me acting like a damn creep over you. you’re a nuisance.”

your moans only spur him on. he lets his teeth graze against the sensitive skin. he can’t keep up this act of being pissed off anymore. it’s all becoming a blur. all he knows is the need and desire, the scent of your perfume, the scent of your arousal that he knows you’ll serve to him on a silver platter. he’s only getting more and more desperate for you.

you whimper out his name, kei, and it just sends him over the edge. he can’t bring himself to be pissed when you’re whining for him, being such a sweet girl, taking all his anger and never running. it’s only right for him to reward you. no, it’s only right for him to reward himself. he’s been craving the taste of your pussy for an agonisingly long while.

he uses his teeth, pulling your panties to the side with his canines alone and instantly nuzzling up and down your cunny. the sclera of his eyes is the only thing visible when his whiskey pools roll back into his skull, he cusses under his breath but it’s loud enough to send a vibration throughout your body.

“shit, you’re gorgeous.” you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy. all thoughts are shut off as soon as he spreads apart your thighs even further and starts lapping at your folds, down to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside. you shriek at the not so sudden intrusion, shakily and abruptly fisting at his black hair. low groans resonate inside his throat, he’s being shameless and he can’t bring himself to stop. “god, you’re so fuckin’ soaked,” he remarks, choking out a moan that makes a wave of want crash over you, “shit— keep tuggin’ on my hair like that. mhm.”

you buck your hips upward as he tongues his way toward your clit. flicking at the sensitive bud, he sucks it into his mouth. your hips can’t stop squirming, simultaneously trying to pull away from him and smother him. before you realise it, his other hand has slotted itself between your legs, middle finger and index fucking past your entrance and into a place where your fingers could never properly reach. his digits are thick, rough compared to your soft hands that are currently occupied with leaving knots in his pretty jet-black tresses. this was exactly what you’ve been craving, and it’s not just you, judging by the way he’s devouring your pussy so messily you think he might actually have been raised by wolves.

his name leaves your lips in a desperate cry, “kei— oh, fuck, just like that, please!”

“that’s it, brat,” he encourages, the timbre of his voice rasping against your pussy so perfectly, “keep whinin’ out for me. pretty girl.”

he barely pulls away for oxygen the entire time, tormenting your nerves and practically shoving his entire tongue inside. his eyes go white once more when you tug harshly at a particular bunch of his hair, a spark of pleasure shooting throughout his scalp and down his spine. in a form of retaliation, he nips your swollen clit.

“kei—! please, please, ‘m cumming— i’m cuh—“ you stammer out incomprehensibly, spittle dripping from your lips. your hands attempt to shove him off; it’s getting too much and you aren’t sure if you can handle it. he grunts in response, speeding up his already wanting movements with some added aggression. he’s not gonna let you off the hook that easy.

“don’t fuckin’ push me away,” he growls menacingly, calloused hand coming down on your ass in a sharp hit. you dig your nails into his hair and scream, hips shooting forward. he’s going to make you ride his face— whether you’re screaming out his name or for help.

in a moment of overstimulating pleasure, a knot in your stomach unwinds, your thighs shake, everything goes blank. cum gushes out of you and it’s nothing less than ambrosia to keisuke’s tongue. he laps up nearly every drop, savouring your essence.

finally, finally, he pulls away from your cunt, chin and lips and fingers coated with your slick and his spit — you can’t tell which is which, but it’s a really good look on him. his eyes glare up at you from below. he runs his tongue over his lips and then his incisors, like he’s committing your taste to his mouth’s memory.

you’re both panting, but he’s not even making eye contact with you anymore — he’s staring at your cunt like he’s in a trance, and gives the length of your folds one last lick for good measure.

he gently moves your legs off of his shoulders, bringing a hand to your thigh to support you when you wobble pathetically. “lean on me,” he mumbles, humming as you do what he says. he brings his fingers to your mouth— the ones he fucked you with. “suck.”

your jaw trembles and you hesitate, his face darkens with threat. he doesn’t even have to say another word to get you to take his digits into your mouth, lips wrapping around them, tasting your own cum. you softly gag when he shoves them a little too far in, but he refuses to stop. his gaze almost turns blurry with lust at the suckling sounds that redeem the quiet of the atmosphere around. if you’re already choking on his fingers, he can only imagine how you’d take his full length.

he plops his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva tethering your lips and tongue to the tips of his digits, he keeps your lips parted and tongue lolled out just a little. his thumb meets your bottom lip, he coaxes you to tilt your head upward and drops a thick glob of spit into your mouth. you gasp so sweetly.

“uh huh,” he encourages lowly, flicking the soft flesh and snorting under his breath at the tiny, pained whimper that leaves you. he brings his rough hand to your head and pushes you downward, forcing you to your knees, confronting the goddamn monster in his pants.

his belt comes undone with a click, you’re mesmerised by how deftly his hands work until he seizes the back of your hair and tugs way too hard, making you look him in the eye.

“don’t look at me so stupid like that. you know fuck well what you jus’ started, you better fuckin’ finish it.”

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sephiquehearts · 2 days ago

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I can't think of something big like this now but I can think of tiny stupid things of all of them pft

mikey sometimes fumbles some of his races for things with his friends like he did at takemichi's wedding, but he can do that for things like, going to the beach with the boys like they used to do, he's stupid and relies too much on his fame bc why would people punish him for missing it when he's THE Sano Mikey??

draken is the one who has to help clean up those messes mikey does, yes he sure must have someone to do that, but not only mikey trusts draken more, draken is already so used to it... and I don't mean it only when mikey misses some important race, but like, literally anything that could mess just a bit with his reputation

sometimes koko and kisaki fight and that messes up with the entire work atmosphere, but me thinks they have an assistant that is like Yusuda (that girl at the club with Mitsuya) or something like that so when it gets to stressful to others, she'll scream some sense into their heads bc their stupid fight is making everyone do a shitty work bc the works space has a heavy atmosphere

some kids are scared of izana, they think he has a scary look and cry when looking at him, kakucho feels bad and tries to make them okay a little but they end up loving kakucho and not caring about izana anymore

sometimes when ran and rindou are being little bastards (affectionate) and flirting with clients or just talking with each other about themselves, they get slapped in the face.. that's it, they start talking too much about themselves to the girls at the club and get their faces slapped

sanzu and senju almost always have stupid siblings fights during videos, takeomi always has to get in between them and stop it, it can be fighting over what the video is gonna be to fights mid video of "I was suposses to say/do that, not you"

shinichiro tries flirting with almost every girls that comes to the store, but most of them are already taken so he either gets politely rejected or beaten up by an angry bf

inui is the one to save shinichiro when he's getting beaten up by an angry bf, and apologize for what happened, also he sometimes visits koko at his work but has always the bad luck to go when he and kisaki are fighting

benkei seems to be the type who will try and help people at the gym but ends up screaming bc they're doing everything wrong, wakasa is always just watching everything from afar until he reminds that "oh yeah, I work here too, I should maybe do something about it"

south has a very big fanbase that boosts his ego a lot, so when he hears something going "boooooo" to him in the audience, I feel like he would be so confused like "wait, is that for me? do they hate me? what did I do?"

when you go to a restaurant and don't like the food, they'll usually call the chef, but with taiju, he himself goes bc he refuses to believe someone is talking bad about the food of the chefs he chooses himself and that he would live only of their food, sometimes the chef shows up just to see a taiju clenching his fist trying not to fight with the clients

mitsuya and hakkai tried making collabs way too many times, both of them would love to have hakkai modeling with mitsuya's designs, but some things always goes wrong and yuzuha has to clean up all the mess later, they never did that collab until today

pah and peh sometimes makes stupid decisions and yumi has to be the one to go "I thought the last one was the stupist shit you two ever thought about but this one... this one sure is worse"

almost the same thing as taiju tbh, sometimes clients don't like their food and smiley is not even trying to not fight the client, angry is just holding him and screaming that he can't do that, later angry has to try and calm down other clients to try and convince them it's safe to come back another day

akkun, makoto, takuya and yamagishi still try to find some free time to hang out together (and ofc ca takemichi too) but it always ends up in chaos, I don't doubt they already put something in fire one time

hanma sometimes does wedding photos, but he keeps flirting with the bride and when the groom gets pissed he goes "don't worry buddy, want me to flirt with you too? that's no problem for me"

naoto can't help but frown everytime he hears about the police, and he can't even hide it, maybe it's memories of his father, maybe it's deep down hidden memories of other timelines, who knows (not very related to his job but anyways)

emma once tried to teach draken how to cook some basics just bc she thought it would be fun to spend some time with him teaching him to do something she likes.... the kitchen was almost on fire

baji and kazutora sometimes start stupid fights or bets at the pet shop, most the times only to piss off chifuyu, something like "I bet I can get more clients than you today" or just start a water fight while giving the pets a bath, chifuyu swears he hates them to the guts but he will never bring himself to fire them

at takemichi and hinata's honeymoon, the first like,,,, two or three nights, they couldn't do shit bc everytime hinata tried something takemichi would start crying bc he still couldn't believe he was finally having a good end, married to hinata and also bc he's too embarrassed to keep going with something like this

Do you have any tokrev headcanons you never had the opportunity to share before ?

I'll start (light spoiler of the final):

Final timeline Kakucho should have been either an emergency doctor, a nurse in child care, or a kindergarten teacher.

I imagine him taking care of a little kid that went through a big accident that left them scarred: the kid feels less bad about it because the nice mister has scars too, and they look very cool, and he's very nice.

Kakucho's polite, and professional, and every person in the hospital (or the school if he ends up being a teacher) has a crush on him. Single moms flirts with him all the time. He's clueless about that. Izana visits him at his workplace once in a while and scares everbody off (because how dare they think they are worthy of his servant??).

Izana's still managing orphanages & all, so he's the one that needs to go back home to visit Kakucho.

Dunno, I feel like it would have been a better ending for them, instead of just Kakucho following Izana around.

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