goddessofwaifus · 1 year ago
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Red means I love you
⚠️ W A R N I N G ⚠️
This word vomit of a fic will most likely contain: mentions of self-harm, deranged levels of obsession, possessive behavior, stalking mention, love sick vibes, blood, mentions of physical fighting, implied brainrot, scopophobia, pre-established relationship???
Taiju shiba x reader (from the reader's perspective)
Reader goes by they pronouns to avoid establishing a gender for inclusion of all.
Pet names will be mentioned because who doesn't give their love a little name that's only meant for them?
This is for my fellow Taiju simps!!!!!!!! I see you and I FUCKIN LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! WE LOVE OUR GIANT BLUE GORILLA!!!! SJSDFHJDSFHJSAFUIASFVSAFJKSAFJKWAFJKSAFBHKSAFJBKVASBJKSAJSAFHSAFUHWFUGFAIGAWFGUFAEIGFW
Divider by @benkeibear (always coming with banger after banger, check them out!)
Art by @innaillus (Talented fucking artist, check out their blog as well 💕💕)
without further ado, let's go!
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Upon my first encounter of you, I saw nothing but speckles of red flying through the air. You were laughing like the deranged man you are, demolishing the face of a kid who i can't even recognize due to the intense damage to his features. It's only a matter of time before he scampers away like a startled rat once you drop him. Honey eyes dart to the spot where I peeked from to watch you, I was quick to hide before you even caught a glimpse of my hair.
Your intense scrutinizing glare on the wall gave me a rush through my system, my body shaking with excitement at the thought of you finally catching me in the act of staring from afar. The way your hair flows in the wind when you're riding your motorcycle or moving fast on foot gives off the visual illusion of crashing waves against the shoreline.
If only you would hold me that way, look at me with that piercing glare, the image alone is enough to send me into a crazed mania. The staring of anyone that isn't you is irrelevant to me. Their eyes make my skin itch so badly, I scratch my skin until the friction from my nails turn it red before the irritated flesh finally gives at the persistence of my fingers, a small stream of blood running down my exposed forearm. Scratching and scratching until the itching stops, leaving droplets on my clothes. I hate their eyes, the eyes I know that aren't yours staring gazing at what isn't theirs. How dare they gaze upon your angel with such perverse eyes? I'm so sorry, my dear blueberry.
Your gaze makes me swoon. I giggle and breathe heavily to calm my rising heart rate whenever we're in close proximity to one another. I'm jealous of the girls who get to be in the same space as you. I know I shouldn't be so greedy, but your scent ,when you pass, smells of the ocean breeze and I couldn't get enough of it. I've looked for the cologne and I found it when i managed to catch sight of the bottle in your hand one time. You said it was your favorite one, but I'm always keeping an eye and ear open in the case you change your mind later. I spray it on my sheets and favorite things so I can smell you at home. Isn't that romantic~? I have a life-sized shark plush that smells like you, I cuddle him every night imagining he's you and you're cuddling me.
Lately, you've changed colognes so your scent is different. Did you maybe notice that I've been paying attention to the smell you wear? Did you do it for me? Today, you smelled of citrus and tobacco. Bitter but sweet with all the different ingredients blending together to compliment each other. I accidentally washed the smell of you out when my sheets got dirty, but you left a bottle of some mystery cologne on my desk. I thought it might have been a mistake, but the note left behind said otherwise... "I picked out a smell that I thought would fit your personality type. I hope I picked the right one and it isn't too strong or harsh on your nose." I've memorized your handwriting! So neat and perfect yet easy to read and fancy.
I decided the next day I'd wear it to surprise the both of us, I spritz some on my clothes and go the whole day wearing your surprise perfume. I pass you, hoping the smell isn't bad but I hear you inhale as we continue to go our separate ways and let out a pleased hum. You like what you picked for me? I decide to take a whiff of the perfume for myself. I gasp softly, you're always so thoughtful and observant! From that day, I wore that perfume and it made you crack a tiny smile that only I get to see. My blood boils something furious when girls would talk about how good looking you were, even making bets to see who would get to have you. I don't think they know you're already with someone~ Our relationship is special, they don't know you like I do. They don't love you, they only want. They don't need you to live.
I think you secretly loved the attention I gave you, you didn't stop at the bottle of perfume that smells of a cozy winter night cuddled in warm blankets with a nice cup of hot chocolate. Over the next few days, different gifts would pop up at my desk. All of them were red gifts. A single red hibiscus, one of my favorite flowers. The next day, you left a soft, red velvet sweater that came over my fingers just how I liked the sleeves. Red hoodies ranging from dark to light shades with dark and cute themes. The one that really stuck out was a red sweater dress that had no back, but what really caught my attention was the red bandana with the black dragon insignia in the middle of it. Your symbol, your brand, I will wear it anytime the occasion calls for them.
It seems that the group of girls,who have been harassing you and trying to get into territory that only belongs to me, are getting more desperate. A shame they'll never get the chance because you're already in a relationship. One of them threatened to out me to you, so I would get the hint to leave you alone. You don't have a problem with me, so I don't think I'll be listening to her. Apparently she got severely hurt falling down the stairs, that beautiful splotch of red she left upon hitting her head at the bottom of the staircase. It made me think of you, I blush and go on about my day. I wonder how I would look in that color. I've always liked dark colors and colors that remind me of the night sky or stars, but with the splashes of red I see, I think I want to sport that color too! I want to match you so we can be closer. Even from a distance, I feel like we're being kept apart and I hate it when I'm far from my love. The color that pulls me in and is so aggressive yet can be gentle on the eyes.
I spotted you fighting someone again. Some kid named Hanagaki or something. Hidden behind a wall further away, but close enough to give me a perfect view, you're wearing the coat I love so much! I wanna wear it one day, just to know what your natural musk smells like and burn your smell into my nose.
Drip
Drip
Drip
That sound. The red splatters and droplets that fly with each impact you make. He's bruised and bloody, while you remain spotless but still donning your red uniform. I think no one would ever know you committed a murder wearing that, because it's already red. That sadistic grin of yours that makes me wish you'd bite me until the same beautiful crimson ,that drips every second from that boy, runs like a river and stains my skin. Hope your teeth are stained with it too, that the taste of it on your tongue is as sweet as I am to you.
It makes me wonder why you call the men in white the murder squad. They wouldn't get away with murder wearing pure white uniforms, they can't explain their ways out of arrest because their uniforms stain easily. Red is not an easy stain to wash out of pristine white clothes. Blood especially or even wine spills. That's why you get warnings to not spill red stuff on white carpets when you visit another person's home or get your home carpeted with white carpet. It's even harder to clean out of white couches and furniture that is white. That's a stain that will stick no matter how hard you scrub at it.
I also love the sound of your fist breaking bones from the sheer power of your punches. You look so beautiful and calculated in your movements, violent but artistic in your display. I'm falling in love all over again, I wish to see you stained in red one day. I'll stain myself with it too, so we can match. Maybe I should get into fights so I could be roughed up like that and bloodied with angry red bruises covering me. No, I won't just let anyone touch me and coax the running red stream from my body. It has to be you, my bloodthirsty shark. Only you are allowed to beat me and make me bleed out the color I associate with us. A red flag they call you, unlucky for them, I love red. I love you. I love when you fight and make others bloody and bruised. You're showing them our love and our favorite color.
The boys you beat up at school are the same ones who would call me a pig or a cow, but also loved to talk about how my body was perfect for their sinful thoughts and fantasies.
Degenerates, you beat them black and blue for me. Bloody noses that made pools of red, puddles of the metallic tasting fluid. I felt so happy seeing you break them and teach them not to speak such unholy things about an angel. Those boys have girlfriends who are temptresses and pick on students like me for sport. They are also the same girls who've been ogling you at school, but also run away when you glance at them with your scary eyes. Look at me like that. Just a glance. Maybe a minute of eye contact between us. I don't want you to beat them up and bloody their pretty snobbish faces.
The inevitable did come to pass. I beat up one of those bitches until she was spilling my favorite color from her nose and busted lips. It made her prettier than before, I froze when I saw you walking down the hall. You saw me, you grinned and let out a laugh. Words can't describe the rush that came over me when you did that. I wanted more of that grin, so more girls got beat up and bruised to satisfy that insatiable desire to please you. Not just bruised, beaten until their faces were disfigured. Blood caked their lips and flowed from scratches made in their struggle.
When those girls tried to tell the teachers or student council about what I did to them, I could just cry and tell them I was only acting in self-defense. It wouldn't be far from the truth. They believed me every time and I never got in trouble. How could someone so sweet and innocent ever hurt another person? They can't hurt a fly. They're an angel, get along with other students, and have the purest heart you could ever be honored to be in the presence of.
A few more of those girls ended up badly hurt from "accidents" at school. I'm gonna paint this world red and my entire being begged for you to join me in painting our canvas. Guys who were known to make nasty comments about me, regardless of the nature of said comments, ended up just like the girls who messed with me. Bloody, disfigured, or worse in critical condition. I started leaving letters in red ink, doodles, notes for you to find in places I could often find you hanging around. They revealed my darkest desires, my love for you, how I thought you looked good in red, and the feelings you caused me. The strong urge to tell you that stuff in person was just too much for my heart to handle that day, I would tell you soon. Turns out I wouldn't have to do that since you found a way to meet me in the middle. A blood stain styled note was left in my locker, its contents are for my eyes only and only you and I will know what it said.
Rumors were going around about me being a bloodthirsty wolf pretending to be as sweet as a bunny. They grew and grew until they reached your ears. After that, they died down mysteriously after several reports of male and female students being injured with involvement of the rumors. Others were scared of being next to wind up in the hospital. Some even started new rumors around the stories of the teens being targeted for gossiping about me. They say I'm responsible for all of it. That I did it for your attention and approval. Oh, if only I could take credit for an impressive display or maybe it was just karma. Red truly is a beautiful color on you and in general. A color associated with anger, passion, love, and more often than not, is labeled a violent color. You can find it anywhere. In a rainbow, a candy store, a clothing store, restaurants, and even inside your own body.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Seeing you fight really is a beautiful sight to behold. You're wild, unhinged, quick on your feet, so angry and volatile. You strike with a unchained wrath and many victims say your hits feel like they've been struck by a freight truck or a train. One day, I hope to see blood dripping from your knuckles. Whether it be your own or from your newest punching bag, I truly believe red is the color best for you. Who knows, maybe it's personal bias but I believe you could look good in many colors. Red is just a perfect combination with your striking yellow eyes and it pops out against your wild ocean blue hair. I really love your tattoos against your skin and the one that no one but I knows lies hidden on your back.
Maybe when I see you again, I'll wear that red backless sweater you gave me that day. I remember you said that bright colors reflect off my eyes and certain shades make my skin glow with a heavenly radiance only an angel could have. I give a whole new meaning to the deadly yet furious primary color. I make it look sweet and inviting like a red velvet cheesecake. Soft and fluffy, but sweet and smooth to the tongue.
I am nothing without you.
I need you like I need food.
I need you like water.
I need you like oxygen in my lungs.
You are the pulse in my wrist, keeping my heart alive.
You are the very air I breathe.
The red I see in a rage or fit of anger is you
My powerhouse, my blueberry, my angry ocean, my animalistic partner, my mountain, my shark.
Your angel of life and darkness, your bloodthirsty bunny, your princess, your sweetheart, and your babydoll.
Your Darling Angel
You are the Hand of God and anyone who touches or defiles your angel will be seeing you and meeting our father above or perhaps fighting for their lives against the demon of a man you can be.
Till death do us part, we rain hell on those who oppose us.
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helloescapist · 1 year ago
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Bento Confessionals | Tamaki Amajiki
Word Count: 3395
Setting: Amajiki Tamaki x gn!reader; SFW; short, tsundere reader
Content Warning(s): cursing, mention of gore/blood/head wound
Summary: as a recovery quirk, it is your duty to care about the well being of your patients, t-that's all this is! You caring about a reoccuring patient, and wanting to minimize your own quirk inflicted symptoms. T-that's all! Y-yup! N-not because you like him, or anything!
[not my art, credit goes to the artist!]
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Fingers threaded through rice, delicately rotating your wrist as the scowl met your brow. Idiot, you practically hissed.
Your cheeks burning as you told yourself to focus on the task at hand. This rice requires a thorough rinse, as well as rest time. Then, you would need to focus on preparing the rest of the bento. The mountain of ingredients undeniable for the amount of work ahead of you. You wouldn’t have to do this if he wasn’t so accident prone. The bend of your left arm tender as you filled the rice maker with practiced hands. Your family kitchen warm and glowing, your dad occasionally peeking in to check in on your progress, you had wanted to tell yourself that it was because you had received permission from Principal Nezu to spend the weekend at home. The U.A. dorm’s kitchens were adequate enough, but not for what you had in mind. No, the occupation hazard of your father as a renowned chef, his own quirk Hyperosmia garnishing him quite the crowd. The ability to sniff out potential hazardous materials ensured the highest quality, and even offered him the rare licensure to prepare puffer fish, awarded only to fugu chefs. It was clear success would be more likely here, under his direction. The best results within grasp, except... you wanted to tell yourself that he was just happy to see you, but there was a certain knowing smirk that your father quipped. The way his cheeks raised knowingly causing his eyes to squint with glee. Unable to escape his gaze. “You look so much like your mother right now,” he had teased with affection before you threatened him out of the kitchen. This is different! You flared, feeling your nostrils wiggle in annoyance, the heat reaching your cheeks as you glared down at your left arm.
The telling signs of bruising both old and new tender to the bend of your elbow. Small noticeable indentures piercing the flesh, revealing the frequency of needle usage. Yes, this was different. It wasn’t that. It was for you. Not him. Well, the food was for him, but the intention was to ward off any unnecessary blood loss. You repeated, the growing agitation rising in your features. The way your thoughts wandered to his last visit to Recovery Girl’s office.
His visits weren’t as often as they used to be. When you had first started U.A., his visits were practically daily. His anxiety giving way to open opportunities for well, a lot of blind sides if you were being honest, and the high competition of U.A. ensured that any adversary that faced him in sparing practiced seized the chance to raise their level. The very first time your paths had crossed was in your first year. Assigned to a different class, you had been in the middle of your own practice before Present Mic had burst into the practice grounds, screaming at your instructor, urging him for assistance. A recovery quirk, any recovery quirk would have done—Recovery Girl had been away from the school, and they needed someone just to stop the bleeding. Up your hand went, and the next thing you knew, he had snatched it and charged off to the nurse’s room, his rush leaving you without a clue of what was going on, or what to expect.
                The scene had been a lot more gruesome than you had imagined it would be. Blood meddled in indigo hued- hair. The gore of flesh marred unidentifiable lieson. The mess of spiky wayward hair making it difficult to locate the source of the bleeding. Gauze stuck at odd ends, a panicked attempt to slow the contusion. The wave of nausea that hit you, as the inflicted patient looked up at you with equally wide eyes. Red tipped elven ears and uncoordinated waves of his hands. Mumbling something about he wasn’t worth the trouble. He’s sorry. Don’t mind him, even attempting to squish his face into the corner of the bed to hide his face, his blood loss making him confused. His unaware of sense of his surroundings landing him falling forward into your chest. His skin felt clammy to the touch, pallor touching his already pale features, and his breathing was rapid. Struggled between murmured horrified whispers, anxiety? Agitation? Oh god, Hypovolemic Shock, you had told yourself. Present Mic stating that your job was to simply starve off the symptoms until the ambulance arrived to retrieve him for immediate care. Doing your best to thumb your way through his locks, he had begun to swat you away. The red of his ears horrified. If it had not been for a fellow classmate, a blonde that stood much taller than you with a sunny disposition holding him down, you would have never been able to find the source of his bleeding, but as soon as you had located it, you instructed Present Mic to raid Recovery Girl’s desk, an adventure none had dared to tread. A scalpel would have been ideal, or perhaps even a razor, but when he presented you with scissors meant to ease bandages off of students, you accepted that obviously, Recovery Girl hadn’t much need for blades in her office. She could simply smooch the wound away, and so, you accepted it. Expecting you to clear the clumsily gauze from his head, Present Mic had released a banshee wail as you dug the scissors into your arm. Biting back the agony as you flayed your arm, digging forth to produce a sizeable amount of blood. The inflicted patient having lost a sense of struggle, growing more and more unresponsive by the moment, the blood that held him looking up at you with his mouth dropped as he kept the boy from falling from the bed. The thought of potential blood pathogens hadn’t crossed your mind—despite how many times Recovery Girl had drilled it into your head. You simply ran on instinct, guided by adrenaline. Activating your quirk, Cascade. Utilizing the blood that you had garnished from self-inflicted laceration, and forcing your own blood onto his abrasion. You did your best to expedite the healing process.
                Yes, it had been some time since he had visited Recovery Girl’s office. In time, he had grown, well not more confident. Time had taught you that his horrified response to your assistance the first day you met was in fact, not agitation brought on by blood loss, but rather, a manifestation of his own anxiety. Rather, he had grown more capable of utilizing his quirk. Gathered the ability to respond, his reflexes had vastly grown, or perhaps he had managed to crawl out of his head enough to actually activate it appropriately—whatever the case, it had been some time since you had a visit from him. Which left you with a with a sense of melancholy. On one hand, you were relieved not to have to utilize your quirk as much (although there would always be the need, you had discovered that through blood donation, that your quirk remained active, and thus you were able to supply a reserve of quirk attained blood), but you felt almost... abandoned. You had gone from near daily visits in your first year, occasional drop ins in your second year, and now rare moments of passing in your third year. He had come a long way--- you both had, but why did you miss the struggle he put up. If anything, you should have especially been pleased to have been rid of him. Treating someone with such a low opinion of themselves was difficult, especially when they refuted the care, and yet, when he appeared in front of you, thankfully for a check in at Recovery Girl’s insistence. Shot, he had been shot? Gritted teeth as you cursed him out. His head bowed in apology, not bothering to argue. In fact, he had agreed that he had caused unnecessary stress to that of his Pro-Hero Fat Gum, and that of his companion, Red Riot. Especially for a wound that didn’t seem to exist (you had only realized after you had been far to willing to slice open your arm once again, next to the scar you had claimed at your first encounter, Recovery Girl smacking you  with her cane at your over eager response). The blush as she examined him, stethoscope pressed to his bare chest, as you adverted your eyes. Gah, why was this pissing you off so much. Doing your best to jot down the observations she had made on his chart, pencil pressed firmly in your hand. Watched his even breathing, bore witness that there had not been a single scrape across his delicate features. His sugilite eyes catching yours, widening, and quickly adverting. Passing his own blush to you, causing you to practically growl. What? WHAT? What was with that?? Y-You were only doing your job! H-how dare he act like you were- were doing something s-scandalous! D-Doesn’t he know that this is your job? Y-you do this every day… Shock spreading through your features as the pencil snapped between your fingers. Your shoulders dropping as Recovery Girl’s knowing giggle filled the room.
From his charts, you had learned that his quirk was activated by digestion. The DNA breakdown of what he consumed would become available for him to borrow for the duration it remained in his system. N-not that you had read his chart specifically, it was common practice to review them after each visit r-regardless of who the patient might have been. Which was how you had found yourself, agonizing over vast ingredients. Layers of unusual compounds at the ready, the opportunity to seize your father’s kitchen haven given you access to quality ingredients, and his unnecessary insistence on poking in when something had begun to smell too done. Braised oxtails simmering in soy, well apparently not enough soy sauce your father had murmured from the living room. “D-Damn it,” you hissed. T-this was only because the sports festival was near. Y-yup! That was it!
                “Watch your mouth,” your mother growled back, her temper only cooled by your father’s gentle reassurance as he whispered something in her ear.  A rare occasion, normally by now she would be pursuing you with a ladle. Instead, she merely scoffed at his words before waving herself away, decidedly stepping off on to the veranda to be rid of your cursing at boiling pots, flared at the gross way octopus tentacles wiggled under your fingers, and the resistance the clams had put up in response to your prodding.
If he’s just going to make comments like that, why doesn’t he just cook it himself, you had thought frustrated. The knowing response of a father who had cared for a stubborn child for all of your seventeen years warm at the kitchen entrance, his hand caught on the noren curtain. “It means more coming from the heart. You can do this,” he reassured. Comforting and knowing, as gentle as the hands that had guided you in the kitchen over the years, you fought back the burn on your cheeks. Y-You were only doing this to prevent yourself from suffering from another bout of anemia. N-no other reason, but damn it if you didn’t swat away your mother’s insistence to help. Her sighing saying that if you were really that frustrated, she wouldn’t tell your father--- nope. Her assistance hadn’t been born out of annoyance for the way your furrowed at the pots and pans before you, and admittedly, a trait you had received from her, but rather the late hour, but the rather familiarity from having once stood where you were so many decades before. A young girl in love with a boy who treasured food, and desperate to catch his attention, b-but this was different, you told yourself as you worked into the late hours. Layer by layer, your over eagerness to avoid anemia, strictly anemia as you packed a three-tiered bento to the best of your abilities. Mindful of the necessary rice, of the sushi you had delicately prepared, teriyaki flavored chicken feet, gyoza packed with a unique blend your father had recommended, kaarage with the hint of lemon, tender ikayaki with a delicate sauce composed of squid ink, blistered shishito peppers, and a variety of vegetable sides. Because somehow, once you started… it just didn’t seem enough. After all, this was your blood at steak, right? Right. Blissfully unaware of the exquisite meaning of the crane that decorated the top of the box, told yourself you would only rest your head for a moment before inevitably dozing off at the kitchen table.
“Ah, [F/N],” your mother sighed, “why is this child like this?” The warmth undeniable in her eyes as she glanced at you from the kitchen doorway. Your father pressed his forehead against her temple.
“Wonder why,” he had laughed warmly before setting himself to work. Carefully coating your shoulders in a spare blanket before carefully handling the bento as though it were glass. He wrapped it tenderly. Remembering the day he had been presented a bento, sneaking in a few slice of prepared variety of articianal jerkies he had crafted made from squid, clams, octopus, and even puffer fish. He had intended it to be a promotional item for his restaurant, but recalling the gusto you had demonstrated when you had burst into his restaurant, asking to utilize ingredients of a variety of properties. The way you had listened intently to the details about the ingredients, but even going so far as to question the properties of the sources they had been derived from, he was reminded of the child that had eagerly hung to his apron all those years ago. Shy, but determined, caring, but stubborn, yes. His little one had grown up so much, and this seemed so much more important than any promotional campaign, he had concluded as he folded it into the fabric of the bento.
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You had little recollection of how you had fallen asleep at your family table. Bewilder to wake to hear your mother muttering about having a child who sleeps like this as she turned over a grilled fish. Tsking her tongue as she did so, Your eyes widened to the bento before you, already prepared for the day. “Oi, you,” your mother asserted, the slight annoyance in her voice, “You had better not be doing this at school. If you catch a cold, who will take care of you, hm?”
                “I-I don’t--,” you started, only to be interrupted by your father, sitting opposite of you at the table.
                The sip of his coffee, “your mother laid out your backup uniform. She made sure to iron it, and found your favorite accessory at the back of your drawer so you could loo---“.
                “OI!” Your mother practically bellowed. “You, hush” she jabbed chopsticks at your father. Ignoring the light chuckle, he released into his mug before turning her attention to you, “and You! Gyou look like a kuwazu nyobo. Do you have a mouth hidden under that mess of hair? Confessing like that, hm? Go brush!”
                “D-damn it! It’s not like that!” You retorted.
                The gentle tap of your father’s coffee cup against the table as he flipped through his culinary magazine, completely unbothered and unmoved by the morning commotion “you’ll be late.” The draw of your eyes to the kitchen clock before the horrifying realization that he was in fact correct jostling you forward. A flurry of clothes tossed about, discarding your casual clothes. Wiggling into your school uniform, tugging at the buttons of your collar. Hopping on one foot to secure your socks. You would have forgotten the bento if it were not for your mother chastising you at the door. Bidding her farewell before slamming the door behind you. Missing the exchange between your mother and father. One recounting how they lively the house feels when you are home, and the other asking if they’re prepared to hand you over to someone else. The small smile tucked at your father’s lips. “He’s a nice boy,” he whispered, to only himself. Recalling a customer who stopped by for jerky from time to time, a unique quirk to harness his meals.
Oh, you had fought yourself for some time. Thanks to your father’s insistent on time, you had THANKFULLY arrived before the masses. Securing enough time for an internal dialogue dispute between yourself. One part of you too petrified to leave the bento on his desk—what if it was the wrong desk? What if it was confused for a c-confession? I-It wasn’t like that! Before inevitably giving in, the rage of your embarrassment forcing you to slam down the bento. DAMN IT. The sudden realization you may have thrown the dishes together on accident, damn it damn it damn it. You hissed to yourself as you skyrocketed out of the classroom. Your own curiosity, well maybe sense of shame, drawing you back to the classroom door. Peeking as students filled in. Stating that you simply needed to see Haya to ask a question. Ducking from Haya’s view as she entered the classroom, realizing that you didn’t have the courage to fumble through some horrid excuse to your erratic behavior. On bent knees, peeking between the crack of the classroom door as you watched Amajiki Tamkai stare down at the bento. His eyebrows noticeably drawn as he wiped his head each and every way. The giggle of classmates witnessing his obscured behavior. Mirio grinning as he patted his friend’s back. Hado’s eyes sparkling, her joyful cheer obvious as she encouraged him to open it.
                “I-It must be a mistake,” he had muttered, considering scooting it to the desk next to him.
                Mirio shook his head, gleeful as he pulled at the fabric. “This is your desk, it’s for you!”
                “P-poison?” he whispered, tempted to settle for the corner of the classroom, but Mirio’s hand was firm at his shoulder. Poison, your mouth dropped. S-sure, your cooking skills required some fine tuning, but poison? W-What?
                Hado shook her head, “Ah, Tamaki, it’s not poison, silly! It’s a declaration of love!” The hearts practically dancing around her as your face dropped from where you snooped. N-no it wasn’t! Your heart pounding as the red of his cute elven ears began to burn. His eyes shifting nervously as Hado prodded his side, begging him to open it. The burn spreading form your cheeks to your ears before finding its mark down your neck.
                His fingers were trembling, fumbling with the fabric as Mirio and Hado leaned over his shoulder. Both enticed by their friend’s situation. The affection and pride clear on their faces as they glanced over the many offerings. The size of the bento clearly… too much. Y-yup too much. N-no! Not too much! This was your blood at stake after a-all. “I-I can’t eat all of this,” he muttered as his hand found his lips. His shoulders raised up. Your heart nothing more than a pounding in your ears.  A small smile drawing to your lips… a-adorable.
                Mirio thumbing through the various… jerkies? Dad, your hand cupping your own mouth now, unable to hear their interaction further. Tamaki’s shy expression growing and threatening to become a puddle. Warm and affectionate, c-clearly thinking it’s more than---
                “Hmm? Amajiki?” Haya stopped by his desk. Her red short hair tilted from view, Her skirt ruffled slightly as she quipped an eyebrow, her fingers pinching at the fabric beneath the bento curiously. Leaning forward to inspect it closer. The faint green gingham prints evident, and the little teddies that were scattered across the fabric having drawn her attention, “Isn’t this [L/N]’s?”
                OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. You thought with horror. Haya, that traitor! The undignified squeal you released, scattering backwards before landing on your bottom. Quick to snag your bag and hall ass towards the nurse’s room, your hide away. Leaving a tornado mess in your wake, flutter of papers, shaken windows, a real mess. As The Big Three watched your retreat. Amajiki’s eyes widen and mystified. Hado and Mirio stifling a laugh, and Haya, that traitor, stating plainly, “not exactly discreet.” Only when you had made it to the safety of the confines of the nurse’s room, did it occur to you… you would have to retrieve the bento at some point. Sliding yoru back down to the floor, hands capturing your eyes as you hid the blush from sight, and ignored Recovery Girl’s obvious concern. W-what was that? H-how is he so… CUTE?
                T-Tamaki had clearly misunderstood the s-situation! R-right? Just a m-misunderstanding...
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elinorshinning · 2 years ago
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Masterlist
🌸 Romance ❄️ Drama 🪄 Fantasía/Ficción 🔪 Terror 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT
Harry Potter:
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🌸 Scorpius Malfoy & Lectora: Sweet Dream.
🌸❄️ Ominis Gaunt & Lectora: You're On Your Own Kid.
🌸❄️ Draco Malfoy & Lectora: Caterpillar.
Osomatsu-san:
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🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: All Too Well.
🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: The Lonely.
❄️Choromatsu Matsuno & Lectora: We Don't Love anymore.
🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Saturn {One Shot}
🌸❄️Choromatsu & Lectora & Todomatsu: Summer Storm.
❄️Osomatsu Matsuno & Lectora: It's Okay To Cry {One Shot}
🌸❄️Ichimatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Back To December.
🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: What Is Love?
❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Cold As You.
🌸❄️Ichimatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Coffins.
It:
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🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Just Kiss Her 1.
🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Memories... Of Us 2.
Richie Tozier & Lectora: No Place Like You 3 {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🔪Stanley Uris & Lectora: Cornelia Street 1.
🌸Stanley Uris & Lectora: Forever 2 {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Beautiful ghosts.
🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Lover.
🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Angel Of The Morning 1.
🌸 Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: You Deserve To Be Loved 2 {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🔪Mike Hanlon & Lectora: Sunflower.
🌸❄️Mike Hanlon & Lectora: Sunset Angel 2 {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🏳️‍🌈🔪Beverly Marsh & Lectora: New Romantics.
🌸❄️Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Finde Me In The Freedom {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🔪Stanley Uris & Lectora: Romantic Bird.
🌸❄️Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Cardigan.
❄️Ben Hanscom & Lectora: All I Want {One Shot}.
🌸❄️Victor Criss & Lectora: I See You, Only You {One Shot}.
❄️Richie Tozier & Lectora: By Your Side {One Shot}.
🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Would You Pick Me This Time?
❄️Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Right Where You Left Me {One Shot}
🌸❄️🔪 Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Used To Be.
🌸❄️ Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Las canciones.
🌸❄️🔪🏳️‍🌈 Beverly Marsh & Lectora: Champagne Problems.
🌸❄️ Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Weathering With You.
BNHA:
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🌸❄️Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: The Lucky One.
🌸❄️Tamaki Amajiki & Lectora: The Way I Am.
🌸❄️Kirishima Eijirou & Lectora: Love Language.
🌸❄️Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: The Lucky & Haunted.
🔪❄️ Look What You Made Me do.
🌸❄️ Todoroki Shoto & Lectora: Timeless.
🌸❄️ Hawks & Lectora: La Chute Est Lente.
🌸❄️ Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: Jaque Mate.
Demon Slayer:
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🌸❄️Rengoku Kyojuro & Lectora: Love You.
🌸❄️Tomioka Giyuu & Lectora: Me arrepiento.
One Piece:
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🌸❄️Monkey D Luffy & Lectora: Blue.
🌸❄️Monkey D Luffy & Lectora: Tightrope
🌸❄️ Donquixote Rosinate & Lectora: Family Line.
🌸❄️ Donquixote Rosinate & Lectora: Same Mistakes.
🌸❄️ Sabo & Lectora: Burn So Bright.
🌸❄️ Sanji & Lectora: Fight Together.
🌸❄️ Coby & Lectora: A New Way.
🌸❄️ Ace & Lectora: Battle Scars.
Shazam:
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🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: You & The Things You Do 1.
🌸🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Together 2.
🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Resurface; The Rest Of My Life 3.
🌸❄️🪄Billy Batson & Lectora: Dashboard Confessional 1.
🌸🪄Billy Batson & Lectora: Stick Together 2.
🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: I Will Love You Piece By Piece 1.
🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: To Be Human 2.
❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Welcome To Westview 3.
🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora:
🌸❄️🪄 Billy Batson & Lectora: Only Love Can Hurt Like This,
X-Men:
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🌸❄️🪄Sean Cassidy & Lectora: Dawning Of Spring.
🌸❄️🪄Kurt Wagner & Lectora: Feels Like Love.
Encanto:
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🌸❄️Bruno Madrigal & Lectora: Dos Oruguitas.
🌸❄️Camilo Madrigal & Lectora: La Magia Eres Tú {One Shot}.
🌸❄️ Camilo Madrigal & Lectora: Algo Quiero.
Luca:
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🌸❄️Alberto Scorfano & Lectora: Go Find Out Yourself.
🌸❄️Luca Paguro & Lectora: To Love A Boy.
🌸❄️ Alberto Scorfano & Lectora: Seven.
Cars:
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🌸❄️ Rayo McQueen & Lectora: Our Town.
🌸❄️ Franchesco Bernoulli & Lectora: So American.
🌸❄️ Jackson Storm & Lectora: Please, Please, Please.
🌸❄️ Doc Hudson & Lectora:
🌸❄️ Kal Weathers & Lectora:
Sing:
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🌸❄️ Johnny & Lectora: You're Worth It.
🌸❄️ Buster Moon & Lectora:
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eutxrpe · 4 years ago
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➳ what their kisses are like
[featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, shinso, and tamaki | gender neutral reader]
there are also songs to go with each mood! and we’re assuming that this is in a long-term relationship.
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➸ izuku midoriya’s kisses are like a supernova. [orion’s belt - sabrina claudio]
he’s so incredibly lost in you. you’re pulled closer, closer, closer to him, chest pressed flush against him as the space between the two of you explodes. the whole world is outshined by the loving energy that izuku radiates when your lips meet one another. you, his absolutely celestial lover, make his soul burst with cosmic radiance, and while he shows it everyday he’s with you, the touch of his lips against yours do that effortlessly. the amount of love he has for you is immeasurable; you immediately know that if you asked for the stars, he’d give you the moon besides it. 
when you pull away, you can practically see stars swimming in those big, jade eyes of his. and as soon as you make eye contact, a soft blush dusts his cheeks, making his freckles look like constellations as he kisses your palm that rests on his cheek. there are trillions of stars, billions of galaxies, millions of miles, and hundreds of places to be... but there’s only one person who will love you the way that izuku does.
➸ katsuki bakugo kisses you as fiery as the beginnings of flames. [natural - the driver era]
commanding and deep, the blaze grows. sliding your hands around his neck to pull him toward you, you don’t care if you get scorched by how close you are to the fire. taking your lips, bakugo takes time to leave you breathless and utterly under the spell that is him. he’ll nip your bottom lip, you’ll whine into him, and the dance of the inferno continues. gripping whatever he can get his hands on, he is all dark authority. while you can tease him in-between kisses, he returns that same energy, growling out suggestive and teasing statements; give flame to the fire by flipping the power imbalance around.
it is only when the fire is replaced with merely embers of what it used to be is when katsuki is gentler with you. a soft kiss to your forehead is how he’ll end his onslaught. knowing that you’re one of the only people who can calm his ferocious energy but also add to it is why bakugo kisses you like he does.
➸ shoto todoroki kisses like ocean water. [water - kehlani]
most of the time, it’s as gentle as the waves lapping the sand in the morning. a brush of your lips against his since you are the painted picture that he considers perfect. his eyes —one a calming ocean blue, the other a soothing gray— look at you dreamily before a soft smattering of kisses are placed onto the expanse of your cheeks and forehead. the tide will pull in an ever-so-beautiful smile from you afterwards. occasionally, it’ll be stormy though. the water will crash and slap into itself, flares of lighting illuminating the background. shoto’s hands will be unable to stay still, one at your jaw possessively and the other moving down to grip your waist. 
although this comparison is to water, his kisses can be fiery and engulf you completely in his passion. and even after the storm settles and the fog clears, you can see the evidence of the storm on your neck and collarbone.
➸ eijiro kirishima kisses you like it’s the last time he ever will. [i.f.l.y - bazzi]
it’s cute, really. unless he’s feeling less soft than usual, it’s filled with the energy and love of a puppy. after he presses kisses to your cheeks, his lips are slotted against yours and he’s holding you so tightly that in the back of your mind you wonder if he’ll ever let you go. kirishima’s hands wander anywhere and everywhere, and you melt into his careful hold. you can feel him smile against you, and his happiness is contagious. 
pulling away is filled with giggles and laughter, and one kiss is never enough for eijiro. he’ll give you a couple of small ones before moving down to your neck, calloused fingertips digging into your waist. kirishima kisses you like it’s the last time he will, but it always feels as light and full of love as the first time.
➸ hitoshi shinso kisses akin to the slow descent of honey down its comb. [honey - majo] 
it’s so saccharine sweet, all the words that he cannot express, boiling down into one deep kiss that steals your breath away. his fingers are set on your waist or cupping your jaw so possessively as if he didn’t know that you’re his completely. and hitoshi can’t help but mumble praises against your lips because that’s just how much he thinks you deserve it. oh... and just because it’s sweet doesn’t mean that hitoshi doesn’t steal your breath away. his lips are honeyed against yours, but the passion in his grasp and eyes when you open them is incomparable. lavender and cream fills your senses and draws you closer toward him like a bee toward honeycomb.
a smirk slowly draws its way across shinso’s features at your dazed expression after a kiss from him. it either draws heat to your cheeks or makes you kiss him again to wipe the cockiness from his face. either way, you end up getting another taste of his honey.
➸ tamaki amajiki’s kisses are as light as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. [butterflies - jacob collier]
his hands rest delicately on your waist as indigo eyes flutter closed to kiss you. he treats you like fine china as his lips meet yours, a touch so soft that your heart skips a beat in the anticipation. a butterfly’s wings take it to the sky, and it’s comparable to how tamaki feels like he’s on cloud nine whenever you kiss him. your hands cup his cheeks that grow warm with your intimate touch. 
tamaki thinks that some people are just light and love and glow —like mirio—, but you... you and your soft touch are so much more than that. you’re a whole butterfly garden, sprouting love like flowers, flora in your mind, and sunlight from your smile. the same smile you give him when you both open your eyes, foreheads resting on each other. in this way, your garden is sacred, and he feels so blessed to be able to enter it. but he also considers it the opposite of a blessing for your mouth is a confessional for his feelings (of love but sometimes lust), and tamaki can’t help but sin.
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champion-prism · 4 years ago
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i feel soft rn and im about to make it ur problem bestie
tamaki amajiki makes a playlist for you because sometimes songs can relay the things he’s too nervous to say
that’s all. byeee <33
aaah Tamaki has me so soft. He's so nervous about it at first- what if you don't like his music taste? Will you write it off as a random playlist that coincidentally has sweet confessional songs, or will you be clued onto what he means?
With a little egging from Mirio, Tamaki goes the extra mile. He finds a vintage cassette player in fortunately good condition, buys cassettes of your favourite old music, and then he rips you a classic vintage mixtape with his confessional playlist on it. He presents it to you with his hero costume hood over his head, hands trembling as they hand you the box. He stalks off immediately to cry after the strain of this strenuous interaction. For Tamaki's sake, I hope you're not the dense kind, because he will CRY if you don't get his attempts at flirting.
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guiltiest-gear · 4 years ago
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It has to be written and NO links
Real picky you know that anon
Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando, Wang Chan, Robert E. O. Speedwagon, Will A. Zeppeli, Straizo, Erina Pendleton, Poco, George Joestar I, Tonpetty, Dire, Jack the Ripper, Tarkus, Bruford, Dario Brando, Joseph Joestar, Rudol von Stroheim, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kars, Esidisi, Wamuu, Santana, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Messina, Loggins, Erina Joestar, Smokey Brown, Donovan, Wired Beck, Mark, Mario Zeppeli, George Joestar II, Jotaro Kujo, Mohammed Avdol, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Iggy, DIO, Hol Horse, Enya the Hag (Enya Geil), Anne, Vanilla Ice, Nukesaku, Daniel J. D’Arby, Pet Shop, N’Doul, Mariah, Alessi, Oingo, Boingo, Anubis, Telence T. D’Arby, Kenny G., Gray Fly, Impostor Captain Tennille, Forever, Devo, Rubber Soul, J. Geil, Nena, ZZ, Steely Dan, Arabia Fats, Mannish Boy, Cameo, Midler, Chaka, Khan, Josuke Higashikata, Yoshikage Kira, Koichi Hirose, Okuyasu Nijimura, Rohan Kishibe, Hayato Kawajiri, Reimi Sugimoto, Shigechi Yangu, Mikitaka Hazekura, Yukako Yamagishi, Yuya Fungami, Tamami Kobayashi, Toshikazu Hazamada, Tonio Trussardi, Aya Tsuji, Tomoko Higashikata, Ryohei Higashikata, Shinobu Kawajiri, Ninjimura’s Father, Yoshihiro Kira, Tama, Keicho Nijimura, Akira Otoishi, Anjuro Karagiri, Ken Oyanagi, Terunosuke Miyamoto, Masazo Kinoto, Giorno Giovanna, Diavolo, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga, Trish Una, Risotto Nero, Formaggio, Illuso, Prosciutto, Pesci, Melone, Ghiaccio, Sorbet, Gelato, Coco Jumbo, Pericolo, Vinegar Doppio, Squalo, Tiziano, Carne, Cioccolata, Secco, Polpo, Mario Zucchero, Sale, Scolippi, Jolyne Cujoh, Enrico Pucci, Hermes Costello, Weather Report, Narciso Anasui, Foo Fighters, Gwess, Irene, Annakiss, Donatello Versus, Rikiel, Ungalo, The Green Baby, Johngalli A, Sports Maxx, Miuccia Miuller, Lang Rangler, Kenzou, D an G, Guccio, Viviano Westwood, Thunder McQueen, Romeo Jisso, Perla Pucci, Loccobarocco, Gloria Costello, Johnny Joestar, Funny Valentine, Diego Brando, Gyro Zeppeli, Steven Steel, Hot Pants, Mountain Tim, Wekapipo, Pocoloco, Norisuke Higashikata I, Blackmore, Mike O., Ringo Roadagain, Axl RO, Magent Megent, Dr. Ferdinand, D-I-S-C-O, Eleven Men, Pork Pie Hat Kid, Alternate Diego Brando, Sandman, Banjamin Boom Boom, Andre Boom Boom, L. A. Boom Boom, Mrs. Robinson, Oyecomova, Sugar Mountain, Scarlet Valentine, Jesus, Gregorio Zeppeli, George Joestar I, Nicholas Joestar, Diego Brano’s Mother, Marco, Josuke Higashikata, Yasuho Hirose, Rai Mamezuku, Tooru, Joshu Higashikata, Tsurugi Higashikata, Norisuke Higashikata IV, Daiya Higashikata, Hato Higashikata, Jobin Higashikata, Mitsuba Higashikata, Kaato Higashikata, Kyo Nijumura, Josefumi Kujo, Karera Sakunami, Holy Joestar-Kira, Tamaki Damo, Yotsuyu Yagiyama, Aisho Dainenjiyama, A. Phex Brothers, Dolomite, Urban Guerrilla, Doremifasolati Do, Poor Tim, Hair Clip Rock Animal, Wu Tomoki, Satoru Akefu, Ojiro Sasame, Suzuyo Hirose, Mioru Kaigamori, Kyoka Izumi, Nanase Kishibe, Rohan’s Grandma, Noguchi, Pierre, Gaucher, Ikkyu, Naoko Osata, Gunpei Kamafusa, Mutsukabezaka, Shuichi, Mai Katahira, Mao Katahira, Obanazawa, Tomoya, Yoma Hashimoto, Miki Hayamura, Mochizuki Family, Moon Rabbit, Virgina, Dolce, Masago Ayashi, Unicorn, Nizaemon Yamamura, Female Monk, Yamaoka, Interpreter, Leather Goods Artisan, Fria Giannini, Rocky, Yoshiki, Wanted Man, Confessional Man, Servant, Asian Man, Obese Man, Michal Absalom, The Scribe Ani, Takuma Hasumi, Chiho Futaba, Akari Hirai, Hanae Orikasa, Sheila E, Cannolo Murolo, Massimo Volpe, Vladimir Kocaqi, Vittorio Cataldi, Angelica Attanasio, Heaven Ascension DIO, Stand User, Old Man Stand User, Dija Maker, Ikuro Hashizawa, Sumire, and Walken
Star Platinum, Magician’s Red, Hermit Purple, Hierophant Green, Silver Chariot, The Fool, The World, Tower of Gray, Dark Blue Moon, Strength, Ebony Devil, Yellow Temperance, Hanged Man, Emperor, Empress, Wheel of Fortune, Justice, Lovers, Sun, Death Thirteen, Judgement, High Priestess, Geb, Khnum, Tohth, Anubis, Baset, Sethan, Osiris, Horus, Atum, Tenore Sax, Cream, Holy’s Stand, Joestar Stand, Crazy Diamond, The Hand, Echoes, Heaven’s Door, Love Deluxe, Harvest, Killer Queen, Sheer Heart Attack, Bites the Dust, Aqua Necklace, Bad Company, Red Hot Chili Pepper, The Lock, Surface, Pearl Jam, Achtung Baby, Ratt, Cinderella, Atom Heart Father, Boy II Man, Earth Wind and Fire, Highway Star, Stray Cat, Super Fly, Enigma, Cheap Trick, Nijimura’s Father’s Stand, Gold Experience, Sticky Fingers, Moody Blues, Sex Pistols, Aerosmith, Purple Haze, Spice Girl, Chariot Requiem, Gold Experience Requiem, King Crimson, Black Sabbath, Soft Machine, Kraft Work, Little Feet, Man in the Mirror, Mr. President, Beach Boy, The Grateful Dead, Baby Face, White Album, Clash, Talking Head, Notorious B.I.G., Metalica, Green Day, Oasis, Rolling Stones, Sorbet & Gelato’s Stands, Resource Worker’s Stand, Stone Free, Kiss, Burning Down the House, Foo Fighters, Diver Down, Weather Report, Whitesnake, C-Moon, Made in Heaven, Goo Goo Dolls, Manhattan Transder, Highway to Hell, Marilyn Manso, Jumpin’ Jack Flash, Limp Bizkit, Survivor, Planet Waves, Dragon’s Dream, Yo-Yo Ma, Green Green Grass of Home, Jail House Lock, Bohemian Rhapsody, Sky High, Under World, Boiling Water Stand, Emporio’s Mother’s Stand, Stand Collection, Tusk, Ball Breaker, Oh! Lonesome Me, Scary Monsters, Cream Starter, Ticket to Ride, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, D4C Love Train, In a Silent Way, Hey Ya!, Tomb of the Boom 1 2 3, Boku no Rhythm wo Kiitekure, Wired, Mandom, Catch the Rainbow, Sugar Mountain, Tatoo You!, Tubular Bells, 20th Century Boy, Civil War, Chocolate Disco, THE WORLD, Emerald Searcher’s Stand, Soft & Wet, Paisley Park, Nut King Call, Paper Moon King, King Nothing, Speed King, Fun Fun Fun, California King Bed, Born This Way, Les Feuilles, I Am a Rock, Doobie Wah!, Love Love Deluxe, Schott Key No. 1, Schott Key No. 2, Vitamin C, Walking Heart, Milagro Man, Blue Hawaii, Doggy Style, Brain Storm, Ozon Baby, Doctor Wu, Awaking III Leaves, Wonder of U, Kaato’s Stand, Dark Mirage, Satanic Coupler, Ptah, The Book, Memory of Jet, The Cure, Public Image Limited, Joy Division, Purple Haze Distortion, Voodoo Child, All Along Watchtower, Manic Depression, Rainy Day Dream Away, Dolly Dagger, Night Bird Flying, U-Boat, Grand Blue, NYPD Blue, Blue Thunder, The Passion, Cube House, Arro Cross House, Videodrome, The Iron Ladies, Stepmom, Rear Windo, Singing in the Rain, Stray Dog, Face/Off, Blob, Evil Dead, Twister, Fugo’s Stand, Doppio’s Stand, The World Ultimate, Ultimate D4C, U-Boat Ultimate, Whitesnake Utimate, C-Moon Ultimate Requiem, Made in Heaven Ultimate Requiem, Molting, Coulrophobia, Dream Manipulation, Wings, Dune, Dune Ultimate, The Trinity, Stand User’s Stand, Strange Relation, Charmy Green, Kaoru’s Stand, Love Note, Gigant Stomach, Gucci Bag Stand, Remote Distance, Berry Berry Skull, Assy the Horse, The World Over Heaven, JoJosapiens, and The Shelter
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jennathearcher · 4 years ago
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something more: a playlist for tamaki amajiki in the music industry au
(note: natewantstobattle is here used as a voice claim for tamaki amajiki; morgan berry and amalee are here used as voice claims for nejire hado; arin hanson is here used as a voice claim for fat gum; jason mraz is here used as a voice claim for mirio togata)
1. history maker - natewantstobattle 2. flawed design - stabilo 3. accidentally in love - counting crows 4. hero too - natewantstobattle ft. boy hero & morgan berry 5. overjoyed - matchbox twenty 6. hold on - good charlotte 7. shape of you - natewantstobattle 8. vindicated - dashboard confessional 9. i wanna get better - bleachers 10. i’m yours - jason mraz 11. guillotine - jon bellion ft. travis mendes 12. stoprewind - natewantstobattle 13. in the end - natewantstobattle ft. arin hanson 14. somebody to die for - hurts 15. sora ni utaeba - natewantstobattle 16. love is blindness - jack white 17. i miss you - blink-182 18. echo - jason walker 19. i won’t give up - jason mraz 20. addict - natewantstobattle ft. amalee
[listen here]
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fanfictionlive · 5 years ago
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When Does Fanfiction Stop Being Fun For You, if ever? How do you maintain a healthy perspective of your work?
Half-part vent and confessional: I deleted a recent post about a reviewer because I had let myself become a close-minded, self-obsessed buttmunch over it and was a rude fuck.
I was civil in my direct reply to them (which was done before making the post) but they never responded back to further explain what they disliked or disagreed with, so I honestly have to disregard their opinion on the basis that there is to be no dialogue between us and that I can't guess what I should be doing instead.
Now maybe I'm thinking too deeply about fanfiction, but it feels like a paradox of sorts.
On the one hand, my artistic integrity gets triggered and I get self-obsessed and then I stop having fun and feel like 'why am I doing this? It's short term entertainment for both sides of the medum. It has no cultural value.'
I guess that statement is actually false since AO3 got a Hugo Award? But I can say then that my trash doesn't have cultural value.
(Upon reread, the next three paragraphs are repetitive)
Anyways... So in the recurrent scenario that someone criticizes my trash (and they are free too, but usually I don't get responses back when I want their more detailed perspective, so that's meh), and then I guess I get sensitive or get this gaslit feeling like 'omigod what am I doing? This needs to be a masterpiece or nothing!' is when it stops being fun.
My emotions are my responsibility, but this sort of thing still gives me all kinds of unresolved angst that it feels like my only choices are: disregard or keep mentally bashing my head against the wall.
IDK if this is glib, but the feeling that I get a finger pointed at me and they're essentially saying 'It's your fault I have nothing to read' is what spins around in my head and I end up believing it on some level.
I'm not trying to be a writer, I've never been a reader aside from manga. Yes, I'm a full grown reformed weeb. I'm going to be immersing myself in Moebius and The Sandman when I get the chance. I want to read more Jillian Tamaki. I'm hoping I can get a job as a concept artist, that'll likely be significantly more stable than webcomics, in which case my webcomic will be replacing my fanfiction hobby.
Tldr; I don't want to take the 'Don't @ me' road, but my feelings on the give/take of fanfiction is way too tangled and at the risk of becoming a snowflake (if I am using this correctly, I know it was explained to me. On the other hand I don't feel special at all, but I am referring to this feeling of wanting only specific reviews or nothing, and that's def unreasonable and not worth asking for), I do feel like I am at the point where I just want to be left alone so I can just finish a damn thing.
I mean, is that reasonable or is that wimpy?
Enough about me, though. If any of this is relatable: How do you guys disregard an emotional or vague comment with a clear conscience that it's not useful to you? Or that what your writing is fine even if it's full of author appeal or that you're likely contributing to the 90% fanfiction but you're happy with it anyways?
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osakaso5 · 6 years ago
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Gaku Yaotome Shine On The Sea Rabbit TV Part 2: Gaku's Resolution
Part 1 | Part 3
Gaku Yaotome: ...Ryu...
Sogo Osaka: ......... I'm sorry, we didn't make it...
Gaku Yaotome: It's nothing you guys need to apologize for. I appreciate what you did. Thank you.
Tamaki Yotsuba: ...What about Ryu-aniki? Is he gonna sing alone?
Tamaki Yotsuba: If he goes on stage alone right now...
Gaku Yaotome: ........
Tamaki Yotsuba: It'll be fine, Gakkun! I'll testify for you!
Sogo Osaka: So will I! Let's take Tsukumo to court. The fact that he'd sabotage TRIGGER's show like this...
Yamato Nikaido: Let's not get hasty. Anesagi-san and the rest of Yaotome Productions are probably gonna work this over discretely.
Yamato Nikaido: Yaotome.
Gaku Yaotome: ...Yeah.
Yamato Nikaido: Let's head to the venue. Tsunashi-san's waiting.
Gaku Yaotome: I know.
Yamato Nikaido: Stop looking so down. ...I'm not gonna say anything. I know how frustrated you must feel right now.
Yamato Nikaido: But...
Yamato Nikaido: ........
Gaku Yaotome: Nikaido?
Yamato Nikaido: You weren't nearly as considerate during that little confessional Nagi set up for me, were you?
Yamato Nikaido: Honestly, it really pissed me off.
Gaku Yaotome: ........
Sogo Osaka: Y-Yamato-san. We don't need to discuss this now...
Tamaki Yotsuba: That's right! Gakkun's having a hard time!
Yamato Nikaido: Let me finish, first.
Yamato Nikaido: You kept asking what kind of household I came from, or why I didn't just punch my dad.
Yamato Nikaido: I was honestly pretty impressed by how shameless you were being.
Gaku Yaotome: .........
Gaku Yaotome: ...Sorry.
Yamato Nikaido: Stop it. I'm not looking for an apology.
Yamato Nikaido: You're just the kind of guy to take people head on like that. It got me thinking about how straightforward, passionate, and genuine you are.
Yamato Nikaido: I thought it was nice... And really cool.
Gaku Yaotome: ...Nikaido...
Yamato Nikaido: .........
Gaku Yaotome: Are you drunk..?
Yamato Nikaido: You motherfucker..!! I'm trying to be serious for once!
Gaku Yaotome: Sorry! It's just that you don't usually get this heated unless you're drinking...
Tamaki Yotsuba: I know, right! When he's drunk, he starts talking about life and stuff!
Sogo Osaka: He's pretty cool when he talks about those things.
Yamato Nikaido: Stop it... Don't dowse my flame... Now that I'm back to my senses, I'm getting embarrassed...
Tamaki Yotsuba: Hang in there, Yama-san!
Sogo Osaka: Please, hang in there!
Gaku Yaotome: Exactly. You haven't done anything embarrassing. Go on. 
Yamato Nikaido: Sou and Tama aside, don't you have something else to do right now!?
Gaku Yaotome: S-sorry.
Yamato Nikaido: In any case, what I wanted to say was...
Yamato Nikaido: This isn't anything Gaku Yaotome needs to be depressed about.
Gaku Yaotome: ........
Yamato Nikaido: Just run headfirst into your problems like you always do.
Yamato Nikaido: That's the you that Tsunashi-san is waiting for on stage, and Kujo's on his way to join.
Yamato Nikaido: Aren't you TRIGGER's leader?
Gaku Yaotome: ........
Gaku Yaotome: That's right.
Gaku Yaotome: I'll protect them.
Yamato Nikaido: Haha... Looks like lover boy's back to normal.
Gaku Yaotome: Thank you, Nikaido. And you too, Osaka and Yotsuba.
Sogo Osaka: We'll do everything we can to help you. We won't let them tarnish TRIGGER's honor!
Sogo Osaka: I love TRIGGER.
Gaku Yaotome: Thanks.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Do your best, Gakkun! I'm rooting for you so hard that if I had a King Pudding right now, I'd give it to you!
Tamaki Yotsuba: Hang in there! Don't lose! Don't lose, TRIGGER!
Gaku Yaotome: Yeah!
Yamato Nikaido: Let's head to the venue!
Sogo Osaka: Yes! ...I'll make Tsukumo's goons regret what they did.
Yamato Nikaido: Sou, that's not the kind of face an idol makes.
Sogo Osaka: R-really?
Tamaki Yotsuba: I'm glad we threw away that training sword.
Gaku Yaotome: Ryu... Tenn...
Gaku Yaotome: I'm coming. Wait for me.
End of Part 2.
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helloescapist · 1 year ago
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Started: 07/15/23
Updated: 09/07/23
Total Works: 7
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