#— kia writes !

[almoststedytimetravel]

I think more people (me) should stop using Ravens and other corvids to act as omen's of death when doing a symbolism and start using Pīwakawaka as omens of the death instead.

You may not like it, but this is what peak death omen looks like.

[strawhatkia]

lip gloss, lil mama.

INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !

WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+

A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine 🤍 original request look like this -> ”head cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like “My lip gloss senses are tingling” and Y/N’s like “Aht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!” She’s just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It don’t matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🕸✧ SERO HANTA !

this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever

the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention

let’s say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind

you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isn’t so you proceed to put it on

and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamonds 

but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you

he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finish 

he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at him 

he’s the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all up 

i can not tell you how angry i am right now

“what? got something to say, baby?” “nigga, fuck you.” 

It’s war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware

newsflash: that shit never happens either

you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor

all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!

as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down

lil fucker doesn’t even bother wiping it off for a while either

“thanks for sharing, my love.” fuck this nigga bro

but it’s not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional

plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- he’s there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit

he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to you 

even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight it’s over 

running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats

his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did) 

“sunshine~ !” “aht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!” “no can do, sunshine!” 

once he’s got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off

He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgiveness 

“Aww come on, sunshine! You know I can’t resist and plus you can just put more on later!” mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.” “that’s why you’re sitting in my lap!” “LET ME GO-”

he’s a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you can’t stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)  

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty

and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around you 

little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at

one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him

“…keigo tamaki.” “yes, dove?” “ you betta get yo feathers outta here, boy” “aw but i think they like you~”

cornball ass nigga 

ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game

once you’re finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.

you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiot 

“keigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.” “yeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.” “...bird brain.” “i love you too~”

fortunately, he’s much more neater than the others but that just means he’s taking everything with him when he moves away

and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)

when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in

“GOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!” “aww come on, dove! it’s fun to tease you like this!”

he’s laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink) 

— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

THIS NIGGA BRO

HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP

it’s absolutely futile to run from him, he’ll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal

“whatcha got there, huh?” “AHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!” 

he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time

it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack

once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yours 

after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery  

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!” “STOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! IT’S NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!” “THAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!” 

after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest

do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho

eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times

“bakugo, i’m still upset witchu nigga.” “no you’re not, now go to sleep”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

ouuuu new contender !

he is the most excited you have ever seen him

the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile

anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know

that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!

"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.

the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close

and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this

he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !

he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY

"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro

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[thedevillionaire]

and there will your heart be also

She’s been away five days and will be away two more.

He sneezes again, curses under his breath about it and gazes out the window for an uncertain time. It’s raining still, and bitterly cold. The flowers she’d left on the sill are starting to fade. Wintry sleet falls steadily, constantly, and he has a thousand things he’s supposed to do and he’s not doing a damn one of them, his focus both scattered and singular as he claims a tissue from the box by the flowers.

He wipes his nose firmly and recalls her placing the bouquet just so, fresh and vibrant, smiling at him so pleased with her arrangement of it all, her arms around him in soft devoted embrace. The ghost of her touch caresses him in memory; the image brings a suffusing warmth, and he loses himself to its comforting spectre.

For a moment, at least.

He sniffles, chilled despite the hearthfire’s radiant heat, and an ominous shiver runs through him. A catch in his throat follows, barbed and wicked. He frowns at it, shakes his head in an irritated, unspoken refutation of what it might imply. Any further acknowledgement of coming down with something is pushed as firmly from his thoughts as he can; he can’t be sick. It’s not going to…

Hh-HH…

It’s not… *snf!* Not going to happen. He won’t allow it. He won’t… *SNF!* It’s not…

His breath sharpcatches and all thoughts crumble capitulated to urgent, desperate sensation.

“HHTSSCH-uu! Hh-TSSSCH-uu! Ah, gods.” With a wetly insistent series of sniffles, he takes yet another tissue and, after a moment of consideration, another for good measure. Another.

He sighs.

And he misses her, and he misses her.

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[dreemurr-skelememer]

i've redesigned them

[miscellaneoussmp]

Okay okay so, this was supposed to be written tomorrow, but I can't control myself. Anyways, here's Forever finding The Eggs in The Nether (Edit: This fic was made before January 5th 2024.):

Maybe, just maybe, he should have thought about this a little more. There isn't much room for argument when the kids are involved, Forever thinks. He's doing the right thing, even if that means going to hell and back. Literally. The Nether is as scary and inhospitable as it always is. Only creatures forged in its lava pools, and those who are brave (or dumb) enough settle here. That's why Forever was surprised upon seeing what looked like a house built into a netherrack wall. It took him a moment longer than he'd like to admit to realize it was a safe house of some type. It probably had supplies. If not, it would be a good place to rest and actually figure out what he was doing.

The stone button near the iron door was harder to press down than it typically should be. This building is pretty old. That's why Forever really didn't expect a sword, soon joined by two others, to be pointed at his chest. His vision followed up the swords to see who what was wielding them. Pomme stood in the middle, and on either side of her stood Dapper and Chayanne. Golden swords are unfamiliar in their hands. The realization of finding at least three of the children didn't have a chance to set in before he felt something run into his front. He looked down to see Richas. His darling child. His son. His son, the child he would (and did), bring the world to ruin for. Leo's hand froze outstretched as she had been reaching for Richas' undershirt before she noticed it was Forever whom he had run to. Tallulah and Ramón came out from where they had been hiding behind Leonarda. And that makes seven, all seven.

Forever is sure that all seven of them are holding onto him somehow. He doesn't mind, purely grateful that he found them. He's pretty sure they're all dehydrated as he would expect more tears. Maybe they're all too scared to let tears shed. That thought hurt a little too much. Instead, his thoughts turned to how they were going to get out of this place. His thoughts switched again to making sure there were no obvious injuries on the children. None of them seem to be critically injured, just a few bruises here or there. That's fine. All that matters is that he found them.

[kiashie]

"Sink or float, don't forget to rock the boat!"

made a splatoon oc band. as a treat 😊

[badolmen]

I wish we got more moments of the Walkers being Family like. The opening of “Brave New World” where Hesh says he let Logan sleep a bit longer because he figured he could use the rest set the bar too high for the rest of the campaign. You don’t really get anything like that line again - there’s the “Sin City” and “The Ghost Killer” cutscenes as well but those are both high tension, ‘holy shit don’t hurt my brother/I am dying son but I’m proud of you’ lines. And honestly Hesh’s “All or Nothing” Rorke File where he talks about his misplaced guilt after losing Elias…it’s almost a bit weird that he doesn’t reference how Logan is handling it at all (especially considering he was the one manhandled into shooting their father).

I guess the first unlockable Rorke File where Elias talks about taking the boys to the beach counts, and Hesh’s “Logan’s got my back, and I got his. He’s my brother.” but it just feels a bit stilted compared to the natural tenderness of the “Brave New World” opening.

[firstsprinces]

Thank you @anincompletelist for tagging me in this game! I loved devouring each of your snippets from the works you’re proud of!

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

I haven’t even started and I’m about to break the only rule 😂 because I still only have fics posted from holiday challenges, which I am not blown away by. I thoight I'd have other fics posted by now but it’s been a year so far, to say the least. So, I’m also going to share from Outlaw Alex because he’s coming very soon and I’m honestly the most proud of the way the words are fitting together for that one!

Leaving this tag as open and will be catching up with my following list soon! I can't wait to read what you're proud of and show you some extra and well deserved love!

Here we go...

From "Take This House and Make it a Home"

They admire their choice together from the couch later on that evening with David curled up underneath the blanket. Alex rests his head on Henry’s shoulder and thinks about how he can’t wait to decorate the tree the next day and debate if the tree will have colored lights or white lights – he’s guessing the white ones won’t be a choice once there are children also making the decisions. He can’t wait for the time where both he and Henry each have a child on their shoulders wanting to put ornaments on the tree higher than the other while having Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer  on the television in the background. Then, once the children are put to bed for the night, it’ll be the two of them again having their private moment admiring everything they’ve created together, just like this with David snoring and the fireplace crackling, with Henry’s legs tangled with his as the peace settles over them; that the house they’ve settled down in is finally a home. Whether it’s tonight, two or three Christmases from now, or when they’re in their eighties, Alex will always look over at Henry and know the magic that they have together is forever.

From "Here We Stand Worlds Apart" (ongoing)

The side of his hand skims the material of the bodysuit as he searches for the chin strap, popping off the buckle. Then he takes both of his hands and carefully begins the removal of the helmet. As more of the face starts to be revealed, a strong chin and jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, dark and soft curls styled with a short cut, Henry finds out it’s a man who’s crashed into the woods. He can’t help but stare at the face of the attractive man. Attractive isn’t even the correct word in his vocabulary to describe him. His eyes are closed, which makes Henry wonder what color they are. He hopes they aren’t green like Ralph’s because he doesn’t want to be reminded of a pair of eyes that will never look at him in the adoringly hungry way they do when he looks at Alice Rodgers. Long dark lashes fan out and almost look as if they’re touching the top curve of his cheekbones. He looks angelic even in a setting that looks like he’s met his death. His appreciative gaze travels to his hair next. Curls draping over one another in an unlikely symphony of wildness and precise placing, even after being smashed flat against his head from wearing the helmet. Henry can’t help but want to feel what the curls would feel like moving through the spaces between his fingers, even though it’s a bizarre thing to do to someone who’s just been in a crash, someone who’s a stranger to him.

From "The Wind Whispered Something That the Devil's to Blame" (coming soon)

Months after his father’s funeral, his mother had told him the opposite. It had actually been Henry who’d given his father the enlightenment to embrace all new discoveries and to always keep chasing them because they’re remarkably never-ending. Always live as though the world keeps creating things to stumble upon on purpose. Accidents may happen along the way, but those are also little surprises that will lead to something far grander. As a child Henry had been more animated and curious than his two siblings, but he’d also been overly cautious and kept to himself when necessary. It had been his father who would tell Henry that he shouldn’t be afraid of unknown things, so why would his mother tell him otherwise? What would Henry have given someone with more life experiences than he had? Their relationship had always been different than his ones with Phillip and Beatrice. Though Arthur always made sure to give each of his children their own moments just between the two of them, Catherine had let the secret out to Henry that his favorite discovery had been witnessing Henry experience the world around him. After the confession, Henry made the promise to his father after his passing that he’d take his father on every new adventure with him to make sure he’d never miss out, and in those adventures, he’d find out who he truly is and embrace himself as the wonderment his father believes he is. He places the last and only photograph he has of him and his father, back down on his desk, his pointer finger skimming his greyed blurry face that doesn’t resemble the fact his father’s memory will never become dull or unclear.

[dreadfutures]

Happy Friday Blue!! For Ixchel, "Honor is a game that others play."

For @dadrunkwriting

Allusions to Chevalier violence against elves in Orlais.

-:-:-

The woman raised her butchered face to Ixchel. Her smile was no longer painted on like a harlequin’s, and without it, the horror of what she had endured was even more apparent. The clumsy yellow face paint mixed with the blood smeared across her cheek, worsened as she absentmindedly rubbed her nose.

“I have nothing left,” she said. “And save your sermons about what honor I might have—honor is only a game that others play. It may be all those Chevaliers and nobles care about, but it’s not for elves. Not in Orlais.” She threw a half-hearted glare at Ixchel. “And I don’t know which one you are.”

Ixchel felt that the woman was leading her to a cliff, and any answer would push them both over the edge. She tightened her jaw, chewing on what she might say. Nothing could undo what had happened to this woman: just like Ixchel, the memories had been carved into her face and seared into her mind with pain of body and soul. Nothing she could say could sway her from her course: Ixchel had little argument for why her murders were more justified than this woman’s vengeance, though more innocents had fallen under this rogue’s daggers than had ever met Ixchel’s greatsword. Nothing she could say about those innocents mattered to this woman, anyway—and Ixchel understood her. They benefited from, supported, enforced, and relied on the cruelty that had destroyed this woman’s life, and the lives of so many other elves.

“Ir abelas,” Ixchel said. That was the purest sentiment she could find beneath the roiling conflict of duty, pride, and shame that filled her own heart.

The woman tilted her head. “What does that mean?”

Ixchel swallowed roughly. “It means, ‘I am sorry.’”

[somethingblu3]

Hook Headcannons

Okay, these are addicting.

Masterlist

This man is into blood/knife play. You can't change my mind.

Hologram Sex is a thing.

Car sex. Car sex is always his go-to. He loves it even if it's just grinding, but usually, you end up giving him a handjob since the car auto drives, and he's always so horny. I imagine his car is also always a mess. Compartments are filled with condoms/lube like he expects sex. The seats are stained with cum the entire car is just filled with trash - take-out, shopping bags (from spoiling you, of course), and other trash. He's just too lazy, even with all his money-hired help. Okay, imagine you in a maid's outfit. He would go feral.

Okay, imagine his hook on your clit - dragging it in between your folds. It's painful yet pleasurable at the same time, and of course, he does it while giving you that smirk he can't help himself. He gets off on knowing his hook - a piece of metal can get you off but also the fact that he can still be loved after he loses his hand.

Lots of intimacy when he's not using prosthetics carrying him into the bath, or bed like a bride. Sometimes, he beats himself up when he needs help. When he can't get dressed on his own, bathe himself, or fulfill other 'basic needs.'

Cleaning and restoring his prosthetics is an intimate process as well. He loves how much you care for him. You don't see him as anything less because of his loss. You go the extra mile, and that means a lot to him. He knows people use it to his advantage during fights, but you always repair his hook/other prosthetics.

When you're first together, he only takes off his prosthetics when he needs to bathe/sleep. Eventually, he accepts his stump. He loves it when you massage it, kiss it - to have that human touch. He confronts you about his nightmares and that he'll never be who he used to be, so a lot of praise - boy, does this man have a praise kink.

He's one of those people who seems like a dom is actually a sub, maybe a switch on rare occasions.

Very protective of you. Heavily monitors your home. He has his own office where he can see everyone in the house on camera. He loves watching you undress, and sometimes you give him a wink or put on a show like a strip tease. You love performing for him, especially as he is very theatrical/flamboyant.

He's a very sensitive person and very easy to tick off. You don't want to get on his bad side, which involves lots of spanking - of course, he uses his hook for his, especially to drag it near your hole and tease your clit, maybe even your breast. Maybe he would even have a paddle attachment of some kind for his hook. He's very sadistic and loves tourtue play and always wraps his belt around your neck like a collar. Safewords aren't always followed. He only stops unless you physically fight back, biting him or slapping him (which he always enjoys). Tears aren't enough for him to stop, so you've grown accustomed to wearing waterproof mascara.

Often buys you LOTS of personalized clothing items. - collars, of course (with other endearing pet names). Also loves buying expensive jewelry, the best that Neverland has to offer. He's weak when he sees something with his initial, usually a necklace.

[disfrutalakia]

Posting little snippets of my own writing, by that I mean original story that has nothing to do with the qsmp, because I like my writing and feel proud of it. It's under the cut if anyone would like to know what I'm currently writing.

Marcos woke up feeling way too hot, the type of hot that not even his potent ac could fix.

“Fuck” The brown haired man said angrily while getting up from his bed that was now wet with his own sweat “Fuck why now, out of all days!”

You see, Marcos has an important meeting today that was going to define the future of his own family and how embarrassing it would be for him to show up on the verge of a heat? His family would blame him for being an omega and say that omegas shouldn’t do business “yeah how dare him, be this thing he cannot control!!” Henry thought out loud, forgetting for a moment the house wasn’t solely his anymore. His mother was just at the guest room, hiding in there after his dad was arrested for money laundry, yeah his father did a literal crime and still had the urge to call Marcos the failure of the family.

She said it was all because she couldn’t bear to live in a house without his father, but that was bullshit. The house was being investigated by the police and his mother couldn’t deal with her precious jewels being touched.

Marcos sighed, thinking about his family situation only made his headache worse, he needed some heat blockers probably but god he hated taking those so much, they made him feel even worse than his pre-heat, there were times where he could barely go to work because of those heat blockers… Yeah it wasn’t worth it, better to try to survive with a headache than become incapable of working. He was in front of his closet when his phone rang, it was his secretary and best friend calling Taylor, they had been best friends since high school so when Taylor showed up working as a secretary for him it was a pleasant surprise, it made things a bit more bearable in the office.

“Morning Tay” He tried to sound cheerful but god, Marcos hated receiving and making calls it was his own personal hell.

“Why are you not in the office yet?” Came Taylor’s angry voice at the other side of the call, they were clearly very angry at… him?

“I just woke up Tay, and the meeting…” He stopped his phase halfway through, suddenly suspicious of the time. “Taylor, what time it is

[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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[dreemurr-skelememer]

little emphasis: basically, i can fully imagine ink previously being a pegasus back in prismtale before he tore himself apart.

i imagined ink flying around, looking for an escape before eventually giving up and tearing himself apart.

his backstory depicted him falling so it felt very appropriate!

kinda like icarus. inkcarus, if you will

[navysealt4t]

god thinking about the ocs

[saglaophonos]

I think they will kiss one time but it will be a good one??? David and michael will get one chance but they'll take it

it just seems like such a waste for them to only kiss one more time after like decades and decades of buildup but i agree that the groundwork for this is there. like i think there's a non-zero possibility they never kiss again if not for the fact i think sheen has my back in the s3 kiss negotiation room. we'll see. but yeah they're not gonna let it be bad! whatever it is

[ratgirlcopia]

imperator is my favorite fictional mom. an abusive parent who does not in any way set out to abuse copia. would probably be astounded to hear that anyone could consider her abusive. probably thinks she has been nothing but polite and distant and relatively neutral to copia and does not see how that could have ever had a negative impact on him. he still full-body flinches when she walks into his room.