#flower girl wanderer lmaooo

[wanderersbell]

scara finally showed up in one of my dreams except he wasn’t the main focus he was literally part of the grand entrance for xingqiu’s surprise proposal to chongyun i have absolutely no idea where this came from. but he flew out of a little portal/rift with the beat drop from the 3.3 trailer playing in the bg while he blew a bunch of snow off of the tops of trees so it would flutter down around on everyone. at least it was kinda slay but bro when is it MY turn to propose to him in the dream.

[altschmerzes]

🌹🌹🌹 would absolutely LOVE if you had anything with Jamie and Sarah interacting... your version of sarah kent is everything to me <3

THANK YOUUUUU i really really love writing her, she's honestly one of my favourite elements of Most tl fics i write. characters like her, blank slates with a lot of possibility and just enough implication to be absolutely fascinating, are my kryptonite. i've got a whole fic about like. the evolving dynamic of her and jamie on the docket, and - of course - some stuff i'm SUPER hyped for coming up in wriggle up on dry land, which is where this is from. (far.... FAR ahead lmaooo)

it's. a bit long. (it's very long....) but hey y'all have waited a very long time for chapter nine so maybe we're all due some indulgence.

While Jamie has been in the house before several times, he hasn't put much effort into studying it before. There had always been something to do, some kind of point to hold his attention. Now, there's nothing. Even the sound is quiet and distant - just Sarah moving around in the other room. Left to his own devices, Jamie wanders and observes. There are medical textbooks crammed in next to kiddie stories on the shelves, all mashed together without any rhyme or reason. There are some art prints along one wall, mostly watercolours, along with a framed piece dotted with a border of flowers and calligraphied in a language he doesn't know - probably, he's gleaned through context clues, Hebrew. None of the furniture matches and somehow it all looks nice anyway. And then there's the part that brings Jamie to a stop entirely, his meandering footsteps halted in front of the far wall. The pictures.

It's not a large wall, but it's studded with enough framed photos to make it seem endless to Jamie as he takes in each one individually. In the least surprising turn of events imaginable, a great majority feature Phoebe. She is depicted as an infant, impossibly tiny and so fragile-looking Jamie is almost afraid even to look at the photo of her, and grows throughout into the age she is now. It would be no mystery to anyone who glanced at this wall what held the place of Sarah Kent's pride and joy. There's even a spectacularly hilarious picture of Roy wearing his baby niece on his chest in one of those little harness things, looking sternly at the camera. Jamie snickers at the sight of it, choosing to focus on that rather than in the small, hot ache he feels inside when he thinks too hard about the way Sarah looks at her daughter in the pictures of the two of them together.

Roy is in plenty of other photos too. There are a few snapshots of a boy and a girl with the same dark, curly hair, and one that Jamie immediately recognizes as the day that Chelsea won the Champions League, Sarah's arms around her brother's waist and twin elated grins on their faces. A woman with various brightly-framed pairs of glasses that Jamie vaguely recognizes is in almost as many photos as Roy. He squints at a picture of her and Sarah asleep on a couch together with identical posture and matching doctor's scrubs until he places her as Sarah's best friend, Maggie Something-or-Other. There are a few other friends, some coworkers, a group shot of Phoebe's class and one of Roy's team, and then...

Jamie's mouth is dry and his ears feel hot as he stands in Sarah Kent's house and stares at his own face. Because Jamie is up on that wall, too, in two very recent pictures. One of them is posed, from the day Richmond was promoted. He's standing with Roy, tucked tight into the man's side under his arm. They're both smiling, bits of red and blue confetti in their hair, eerily reminiscent of the Champions League picture of the Kent siblings together. The other framed photo is candid - Jamie crouched in the grass and looking seriously down at something, Phoebe craning her neck as she scrutinizes the same spot on the ground, her hands braced on Jamie's shoulder as she stands beside him.

There had been a beetle in the grass. Jamie remembers it clearly now that he sees the picture. She had come running over demanding his attention and telling him that he needed to come at once because there was a strange bug and she needed him to see it. He can still close his eyes and feel the fidgety press of her hands on his shoulder, the way she'd leaned the entirety of her small weight against him without a thought to whether he was sturdy enough to keep her standing. It was a really nice day. Oh, it was a little too cold and the wind kept picking up and slowing down at random and he'd slept poorly the night before and been tired, but it was a really nice day.

The beetle in the grass with its iridescent, shiny shell. Phoebe's warm little fingers, digging into his shoulder. She'd insisted on holding Jamie's hand on the walk back to Roy's house.

Sarah's footsteps are loud enough on the creaky wooden floor that, as lost in thought as he is, Jamie isn't startled by her presence when she arrives behind him. They're both quiet for a moment, studying the wall of photos.

"I'm up there," Jamie eventually says. It's a silly, stupid thing to say, but his throat feels thick and his hands are tingling a little bit and there's nothing else in his head.

"Yeah," Sarah agrees. "I can swap 'em out if you want. If you don't like those ones, I mean, you can have Roy send me some you do like."

That was... not the problem. Not the question.

"But I..." The rest of the sentence falls away, gone before Jamie can even figure out what it was going to be. She knows who he is. She knows his name and his history and how long it's been since she met him. It's not as if the pictures just appeared there one day. Sarah had done this on purpose. She had printed photos of Jamie and framed them and hung them up along with all the others of her daughter and her brother and her best mate.

With a sudden burst of impulsive drive, Jamie turns sharply to the side and wraps his arms around Sarah. He presses his face into her shoulder and breathes deeply, wrestling with the burning at the backs of his eyes and the catch in his breath. Sarah is shorter than him by just enough to notice, but when she hugs him back, he feels young and small. There are a dozen different things he wants to say - about how they're nice pictures, she can keep them up there forever as far as Jamie is concerned, about how hard it is to believe that any of this is happening at all - but he can't piece together any of them. From the way she just stands there with him, though, one of her hands running lightly up and down his back, he gets the idea that he doesn't need to say any of it. That Sarah already knows.

[careful-pyromancer]

*bursts down door* HELLO I AM HERE TO ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR OCS

Feel free to talk about:

1) Noxys/Gwen

2) Lucy/anyone from the ghost squad

3) Rat girl

4) Sparrow/anyone from their friend group

5) literally anyone, I am here for it!

Some starter questions (feel free to wander off): their sleeping habits, how they eat and what is their perfect meal is like (family dinner, dining out with friends, curled up in the corner of a forest gobbling up some mice, etc), their fashion sense or absence of one

OH THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO ANSWER THIS BC I AM SO SO STRESSED RN

1. Noxys actually has an okay fashion sense, she usually wears neutral tones and then a cloak made out of her own feathers if it's cold or rainy. She's used to just eating random edible flowers since they're most convenient (Gwyn finds this worrying)

2. Lucy my darling!!! she loves wearing cute little dresses and typical little girl stuff. Saoirse usually cooks her meals. she sleeps from sunset to sunrise, as long as it's not winter. She usually drags Wolfgang and Okiku amd Foxtrot into a snuggle pile

3. Eden/402 my absolute beloved. she doesn't know when the last time she ate was. she's not familiar with the concept of food bc energy is just like injected into her. even after escape 402 only wears plain jumpsuits or sweats and a tank top/ t-shirt. she never takes her hair out of a pony tail.

4. Jedediah has a demon in his house and that's why he's almost never home. also he 100% thinks sparrow is a faerie and no one has told him otherwise yet LMAOOO

5. I think Taliesin and Elijah need some love so im talking about them now. Elijah usually only eats small meals/only runs on coffee since he can photosynthesis like a plant. Taliesin does not have that luxury so he eats 3 meals a day (he's a hearty boy) Taliesin (unsuprisingly) wears very vibrant and flamboyant clothing, his favorite fit is a tunic and dress pants made out of the sunset. Elijah is a bit more simple, he usually wears a dress shirt, tie, coat of some sort, and then trousers and dress shoes.

[greenygreenland]

Date: Jean Havoc x Reader (w/ Big Brother Roy Mustang)

REQUESTED

-PRETEND ROY IS YOUNGER FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ONE-SHOT (say, like 20-ish) -sorry this took so long. I had an internship and it got a little crazy

-idc about the timeline because this is a one-shot and i’m not gonna use my big brain lmaooo

Summary: Overprotective Roy? Yes. You’re dating Jean Havoc and your bro watches your first date from the shadows.

Nervous. That was the first emotion you felt when you stepped out of the front door. Today was a big day, maybe more so than you’d like to believe. The sun shimmered overhead, where the sparse clouds drifted lazily across the sky. “Bye, Roy,” you called. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock.”

Roy was your elder brother by four years. If a guard dog had a human personification, it would definitely be him. For all your life, he wrote himself off as the responsible sibling. He acted like his grades were better than yours, like he was the one to take out the trash, or finish all the dishes before cockroaches decided to make home in them.

Anyone would have thought that to be true. After all, Roy was young and rose up the military ranks at an alarming rate. But you knew better, along with his close colleagues. Roy was stupid, overprotective, and impulsive. He would do anything that interested him, and if it didn’t, he’d pay no mind to it.

You prayed your brother would pay no mind today.

The front door slammed open with a creak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Roy inquired. He squinted at you as if you were about to do something stupid. “And what are you wearing? I hope you have shorts under that.” You rolled your eyes and adjusted the purse slung over your shoulder. 

This sun dress was a gift from Jean for your (age) birthday. The skirt flowed in the passing breezes like a flower, illuminating all the vibrant colours under the rays of sun. It was a beautiful dress. If Roy thought otherwise, you’d make him understand. “It’s called a dress, doofus.” you sarcastically replied. “Not like you’d know when you only see Riza in the Command Centre. Poor you. Haven’t gotten the chance to see her in a skirt, huh?”

Roy averted his gaze to the sky with a haughty huff. “What are you talking about? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Heat rose up his cheeks. “If you’re implying I harbour romantic feelings for my First Lieutenant, then you’re--”

“A hundred percent correct.” you stated with a smug smirk. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock. Don’t burn down the house.” If Roy accidently did, you wouldn’t be surprised. He was the Flame Alchemist, and above all, your stupid big brother.

“Where are you going (Y/n)?” Roy called. You flung your hair over your shoulder with a bright smile that could have blinded even the sun. “A date, of course.” Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to rub salt in a wound. What Roy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But then you saw look on his face. Nevermind, it was totally worth it to rub in his face: jaw agape, eyes as wide as saucers, and shoulders hunched down.

Ah, it was good to be you.

The city bustled with life. With the sun shining, and the beauty of living in your palms, you trotted down the street. There was nothing that could ruin your date.

"Jean!" Your tone was light as a laugh escaped your lips. "It feels like I haven't seen you in a while." 

Cherry red dusted his cheeks. He stuffed the unlit cigarette into his pocket and offered you a hand. In his other, he placed a single (f/c) flower between your hairclips. "I saw you yesterday," he said with a bashful smile. "What do you mean it's been a while?" You bumped shoulders playfully and intertwined your fingers together. "Hyperbole, Jean."

"Well, it's one hyperbole too many." He remarked with a grin. "Do you want to have sandwiches today or a hot meal?" You shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. It was comfortable to have him hold you like this as you made your way down the street. He always had this secure way of linking your arms with his.

Off to the side, Roy couldn't say the same. It wasn’t like he planned on following you. Curiosity just swept him out of the house. And besides, what you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt, right? Right.

Roy wished Jean didn’t hold you like you were some stuffed animal. For all he knew, Jean was just playing you. It wouldn't be the first when he had over fifteen other girls in the past four months. If Jean broke your heart, he'd be sure to fry the man up to a crisp. "Damn him," Roy grumbled. He pulled down his fedora and adjusted the glasses over his nose. "What makes him think he can touch (Y/n) like that?"

You suddenly laughed loudly at some joke. “Stop!” you cried, playfully smacking his arm. “That’s the worst one I’ve heard all week!” 

Roy slinked out of the shadows with a low huff. He shouldn't have worn such a thick jacket. It had to be over twenty something degrees today. But that was no matter because you were being whisked away to the park--by Jean! Roy hurried down the street. Since when did you get lunch? And what was Jean going to do to you?

"The park's a good place." you noted. “Let’s go there.” The bag from Sally's Sandwiches hung from Jean's arm. It swung back and forth as he happily pranced along the street with you hand in hand. "Good thing I remembered to bring a blanket this time. We can sit under that tree."

Oh, what was Jean going to do to you? Roy couldn't stand the thought of you walking with him like that. There had to be an ulterior motive to this 'date'. Maybe Jean wanted to leech off you for money, or maybe he would try seducing you in the park? Roy shook his head. No, no.

Jean wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Roy was thinking too far ahead. But what if he wasn’t? What if Jean pulled some sneaky plan?

You crossed the street just as a car wildly swerved. Its tires screeched against the road like nails on a chalkboard, grinding against stone until it came your way. Roy frantically popped out of his hiding space. "What kind of idiot would--"

Suddenly, you slammed a hand into the ground. The stone transmuted, blocking the car from any unnecessary collisions. It smacked straight into the wall, smoke and steam rising from its engine. "(Y/n)!" cried Jean. "Are you okay?" He frantically placed a hand on either of your shoulders and looked you up and down. A smile rose to your lips. "I'm fine. Not even a scratch."

A sigh escaped Jean's lips. "That's good. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." You placed a gentle hand to his cheek and pecked it (Roy wanted to gag). "I'm an Alchemist. It'd be a shame if I went down by a car."

"Don't joke about that," Jean chastised. He hooked his arm with yours again and led you away from the screeching onlookers and police. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Roy blinked. Did he hear Jean right? 'I don't know what I'd do if I lost you'? What was that supposed to mean? “Look at them, being all lovey-dovey...” Roy continued after the couple. They passed through a field of forest green grass, where flowers bloomed in straight, uniform lines all around. It was a beautiful spot to have a picnic. 

You swung your arm, hand in hand with Jean. The sun kissed your heads from the Heaven’s, illuminating a bright happiness Roy couldn’t look away from. Urgh. He wanted to kick something, or better yet, set a tree on fire. How could you two look so perfect? You were only (age) and that was far too young to be dating. 

Besides, you had a career in the military. If your little ‘relationship’ was sealed with a ring, you’d be separated. “Did they even think that through?” Roy grumbled to himself. He gritted his teeth together and ducked behind a bush. 

“Excuse me sir.”

Roy glanced over his shoulder with a false smile. “Ah, what is it?” A little boy ball up and down in his hand. The glare on his face could have been intimidating, but Roy was Roy Mustang. He wouldn’t let some kid look down upon him. “Are you lost?”

The kid clutched the rock so tightly his knuckles turned white. “My mama said to watch out for creepy people. I think you fit well, Mr. Pervert.” He took a step back and launched the ball at Roy’s head. “Take that!”

“What are you talking about?!” Roy exclaimed. He jumped out of the bushes and brushed the leaves from his jacket. Boy, it was getting terribly hot in the sweltering heat. Poor Roy found himself losing what little patience remained. “I’m not a creep, kid! Where are your parents? If I was a creep, you would have been kidnapped already. I’m just trying to make sure my sister...!”

At that very second, you so happened to come to a stop. At that very second, you so happened to stare. At that very second, you so happened to recognise a face among strangers.

Roy was royally screwed. 

The little kid pointed at Roy as if he were the most wanted criminal in all of Amestris. “Lady!” he screeched. “I saw this guy watching you since you got here! He’s a creep! Call the cops!” Jean squinted at Roy. At first, he actually believed the kid was telling the truth. What kind of normal person wore a winter coat, a fedora, and a pair of sunglasses if not to deal drugs in the alleyways?

“Hold up...” Jean blinked owlishly. “Colonel, is that you?!”

You released Jean’s arm. “Oh, it’s him alright.” A menacing glare rose to your face as you cracked your knuckles. What was Roy supposed to do? The wrath of his sister was not something he could brace himself for, especially when she could be just as impulsive as Edward Elric.

Roy waved his arms in denial. “I don’t know what that kid’s talking about. I just happened to pass by, and in the process, I ended up dropping my wallet, which turned out to be in the bushes, so--”

“Save it.” You cracked your knuckles and pulled on a glove. “It’s time to crank up the heat, because we’re having fried Alchemist tonight.”

Anger. That was the only emotion you felt as you chased your big brother around the park. Today was supposed to be a big day. You planned to walk around, maybe go shopping, and spend the night wandering around with Jean for a whole day. But no. Your stupid, idiotic, big brother had to be the creepy party crasher.

[ellitx]

Okay okay before you turn off asks I had a big brain moment about how both Papa Himmel and Venti would react to the question "Where do babies come from?"

--Venti

It was a warm summer afternoon and the four of you decided to spend some time in the backyard and have a picnic, mostly just a few snacks and some watermelon which each of the twins fully dug into when curiosity hit one of them

"Hey papa! Where do babies come from?" The one dressed in blue shouted, thier father going wide-eyed with mouth agape he quickly looks in search of some sort of make up answer, they were still a bit too young to know the truth.

His eyes wondered down to the left over fruit and when the idea hits him, lifting his hand to gesture both of his little ones to sit besides you both, you give him a curious glance and think 'oh what does he have up his sleeve this time..'

"So you really wanna know huh?" He says with a grin, watching both of them nod with much excitement, pulling them into his lap. He put two watermelon seeds into hand shows it to them.

"They come from watermelon seeds~ Your Papa poured all his love into two seeds, gave them to your Mama, she ate them, and then had you two!"

"Did we really come from these papa?" One of them questions He simply nods and continues with you holding back your laughter

"Oh but much love, care and thought must be put into it, the two people must be fully in love for it to work or else nothing happens, and I loved your Mama so much that it was seamless"

Both children looked at the both of you in awe, gesturing to each other, then gave you the look that ideas were running through their heads.

"I want Mama to eat 8 seeds!" The one in orange exclaimed, sending the both on you into a daze

"You want mama to eat 8 of them?! You want to have that many brothers and sisters!?" He said through his own laughter and bewilderment.

Later that evening you found a note with poorly handwriting, next to your bed along side a single watermelon seed.

"Deer moma, pleez eat these I want a sibling.."

You squint at the handwriting it looked too familiar so you turn to your lover and question

"Venti did you write this?" He just shrugs and plays it off with his own question

"Well do you want to do some gardening tonight~"

----Himmel

He had his little one sat in his lap, gently brushing through their hair getting it ready to braid it up with small flowers, while she brushed through the hair of her doll which left her mind to wander.

"Papa?"

"Yes dear?"

"Where do babies come from?"

Her question causes him to drop the brush and his mind to race, was she already asking these kinds of questions? He thought and remembered the old tale his grandmother once told him

"Well before you were born Mama and I would go out and look at the stars, both praying to them hoping they would bless us with our own little bundle of joy, we would go out there, everyday for three years and say "Please may you send down one of your stars for us to care for?" As we would hold each other and wait, until one morning an angel had appeared on our door step, and that little angel was you my darling" He exhaled beginning to gently twist and burry small blooms into his daughters hair.

"Wooow, could we go out there right now?! I wanna little sister! She could stay in my room!"

The small girl grinned, bargaining with her father making him let out a soft chuckle.

"Maybe when your Mama's done with dinner well try" He said leaning down to place a kiss on her head, making her clap her hands rapidly unable to contain her excitement

When night had rolled around Himmel had you securely pressed against him and then whispered

"Do you think you could grant us our wish..?"

---Xiao (short sorry sjdkdb)

"Dad?"

He simply hums in acknowledgement

"Where do babies come from?"

"Vaginas"

"What's a Virginia?"

"Ask your mother"

(Im sorry this is so long and probably poorly written i had to get it out skdjdjd -💚)

I CHOKED READING XIAO’S AISJSKK

venti’s was funny, attempting to copy his children’s handwriting so he can make a “garden” for his family lmaooo i can imagine him giving puppy eyes to you, even trying to invite you in by pulling you to sit on his lap to give soft kisses on your neck and slipping his hands under your shirt wink wink

Himmel’s really cute and sweet 🥺🥺 i like that baby comes from stars concept and it’s just so beautiful and innocent that really tugs my heart and that ending? Aahhhh so sweet and so gorgeously inviting to be close to himmel. Hey, their wishes will come true ;3c

As for the asks, dw! There’s still few days left before I’ll close it around may 19 6AM (GMT+8)

[jaegerboob]

WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket​ (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally  and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh) 

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T 

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit 

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot) 

 “another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise. 

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now..  hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz) 

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW)  ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort 

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn 

[jokerownsmysoul]

6, 7, 17 :)

all about your f/o ask game

6. When was the exact moment you knew you were in love with them?

Ughh I’m so happy I got this, it’s something I’ve been wanting to write down since october 💙

I’ve had many “exact moments”, actually, and each of them has been a revelation about the kind of feeling I felt for him. (this is gonna be a very long answer omg I’m chatty for Artie, read more is necessary)

The first one. I was scrolling facebook during a lazy afternoon, the kind of afternoons where nothing happens and I spend most of my time doing nothing but chill and being bored 😂 suddenly while scrolling the app I came across a promotional photo of the movie. I knew Joaquin was in that movie and I wanted to see it because I’ve adored him since I watched Her few years ago and he made his way in my heart (and lowkey I found his Joker handsome the first time I saw him), but until that day Joker was only one of the many movies I wanted to see at the theater, nothing more. Then October 4h came, the movie and its photos were everywhere and few days later one afternoon I saw this photo, and everything changed.

I can’t tell if it was a love at first sight or not, but as far as it sounds corny, I fell in love with him slowly and at the same time all at once. I’d say this is the “all at once” moment. What caught my eye at first were his own eyes, and in the exact second I looked at this picture my eyes locked with his and something snapped inside of me. I saw so much pain in his eyes, those wonderful, emeralds, sparkling eyes that should never contain such a pain. I saw the pain in his clenched jaw, his broken soul and so much sorrows reflected by his lowered back. I was sure that this handsome man didn’t deserve none of this. Arthur opened the door lock of my heart that day, and he said, "I’ll leave it ajar for when I come in.” He knew that he would enter my heart and not come out easily. I didn’t, but I knew that that day between us had created a connection that I could not avoid, it was enough his eyes to recognize in him a pain that I have always wanted to eradicate from the people I meet. In his eyes I saw all the pain that his precious soul was feeling and even though my mind didn’t know it, my heart had already realized that it would take care of him. I started counting down eager to watch the movie, watching the trailer several times a day, and adding bookmarks in every article that talked about him, impatient to read them after watching the movie because I wanted to get to know him. I also had already an idea for a fic, I haven’t written stories in years nor watching the movie, so I was surprised of wanting to write one (the fic is All the things about you that matter ♡). All of that never happened to me with anyone else. I was already addicted and I didn’t know it, not wholly at least. ♡

The second moment, of course when I watched the movie in the theater lmaoo. It was October 23th. Part of me fell in love with him during this scene. I felt so much pain for this sad-eyed man, sitting on the sidelines, who forced himself to smile despite he was so painfully sad, the blue tear falling on his cheeck broke my heart. He didn’t deserve to repress his pain, and I wanted to run to him, reach him throught the movie screen and tell him that his pain matters, take those hands out of his mouth so he wouldn’t get hurt by his own hands. Throughout the movie this feeling that I felt for him has grown bigger and bigger and there are a lot of scenes that have marked me. At the end of the movie I was totally absorbed by Arthur and I knew something special had just happened, I was already addicted ♡ my souls and his are have the same sound and I just hear his.

The third moment happened when I realized it was a strong, powerful and deep feeling. At the beginning after watching the movie my mind told me that it was an ordinary crush, one of those crushes for actors which end after a few weeks (and I had many lmaooo) but the days became weeks, this feeling got bigger every passing day; eventually I realized that this time it was different, and at the end my mind allowed my heart to live this feeling. Arthur had thrown open the door of my heart, the one he had left ajar when I saw that photo on the internet, and since then he hasn’t come out, he’s locked himself in, and now I can’t imagine a life without him inside me. If he really existed, if he was real in my city and I could feel him physically close and touch him, if he himself could see me, feel me and be with me, if something could actually happened between us, I think he’d be the love of my life and I would never stop loving him. I won’t do it anyway lmaoo, but I hope I'm explaining myself 💙

7. What do their hands feel like?

Home, protection, safety. His hands are rough, his fingers callous, but Arthur’s touch is gentle and delicate. He caresses as if you were an instrument to play and through his fingers would compose a melody on your skin. When he caresses you the callousness of his fingertips collides with the smoothly of his touch and the warmth of his skin, creating a wonderful contrast that takes your breath away and warms you inside to your soul. When he rubs his hands on your body you feel the friction of the folds on his fingers on your skin, leaving you hungry and at the same time feeding you with this sweet contradiction that are his hands. Rough, but soft. Worn, but of a young touch. When he touches you, you’d say nothing could ever touch you with the same delicacy, not even a feather. The back of his hand, like every part of his hands and body as well, is soft and always smells of him, but it’s dusted with baby, soft hairs which look like brown flower’s stems blooming on his skin, and when you place your fingers on the back these light hairs wandering on its surface tickle your fingers, a perfectly contradictory soft friction. In his fingers and especially in his fingertips there is always a hint of the stale smell of greasepaint that always remains in his hands even if he washes them very often. I yearn to pass my fingertips on the swollen veins running through the back of his hands as if they were roads to travel along his warm and odorous skin, I yearn to trace the protruding tendons from under his skin with the tips of my fingers and lick and suck his thick, boney fingers, feeling the aftertaste of smoke and the hint of the cigarette he just smoked on my tongue. There are black patches on the back of Arthur’s hands, they look like snowflakes fell on his skin in a winter to keep warm, a speckled map that shows you the exact path you need to travel to stroke his hand wholly. His wrists are breakable and fragile, they need gentle touches and soft kisses. In the center of his right wrist he has a wound, right on the most sensitive part of his wrist, where there are the small superficial veins. I yearn to kiss the most sensitive part of his wrists, to lay my lips on the pulsating spot where I can feel his heartbeat go faster because someone is touching him. His body, his subtle essence, his heart, would never be as close to mine as they are when I kiss his pulsating wrist. Whey they tremble I hold his writs in my hand, I kiss them and I trace the colored lines of his veins along his wrist and arms soothingly. I only want to be held, and his hands would always be there to hold me.

17. What’s their favorite gesture of affection to make you feel loved?

His touch. I’m a clingy and touch-starved poor girl sksk I’m a sucker for hugs and everything that involves cozy cuddles. He keeps me in his arms and he keeps me grounded, stroking my hair with those strong but gentle fingers, my cheek on his chest and my face buried on the crook of his neck, the scent sewn in his clothes in my nose, I breath him in while he makes me feel loved through his warm body. When I’m sad, he makes me feel loved because he doesn’t need words to understand that I’m not well. He looks at me, he reads my expression, he speaks my body language, and he understands that I need his presence. He makes me feel loved every time he realizes I’m not okay even if I don’t say it out loud. He makes me feel loved just by staying, by being with me and not anywhere else. He could stay anywhere and instead he chose the place next to me.

Thank you for asking, I loved these 💙

[atroposisms]

can i send all the valentines day asks (or i can choose if you want LOL) !!!

HONESTLY I SHOULD’VE SEEN THIS COMING lmaooo

S’all good, I’ll just answer all of them ♥

first date: describe your ideal first date.

Ehehe I’ve answered this before but...something lowkey. Wandering bookstores, or going to a garden, or a cafe. Something like that.

first kiss: what’s the best way to be kissed?

Just...no tongue.... It weirds me out. Kissing is still kinda-sorta a trigger for me b/c of trauma-related stuff but l m a o. Idk man, I don’t really know.

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’?

Queer, with a heavy preference for women. Uhh, someone I vibe with, who can kind of keep up with me in a conversation, a dark/macabre sense of humor. Also I tend to go for people who wear glasses ahahaha

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?

Already done and done ahaha. The YGO Joey card was very cute ♥

hand holding: do you like pda?

As far as hand-holding and kisses on the cheek, yeah. That’s about it though - anything else makes me really uncomfortable.

family: how important is your family’s approval of your s.o.?

Pretty important, actually. My mom’s a really good judge of character, so if she thinks something is amiss I’d take her concerns seriously.

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

Um.... I actually can’t think of anything? Maybe my ex-gf buying me some books from my favorite author that I didn’t already own ahaha

love hearts: where were you when you met your crush?

Uh....at home lmao

candy: favourite thing to eat on a date?

??? Hm. Anything really? Depends on where we’re at? I love desserts, though.

100th date: would you prefer to stay in or go out this valentine’s?

Staying in lmao

roses: do you like picnic dates?

God yes it’s so cute.

giggle: what’s more important in an s.o.: intelligence or humour?

Humor, I think. Me being pedantic but there’s so many types of intelligence that it’s hard to just say ‘yes I want a partner who’s intelligent’... like I’d like someone who can kind of keep up with me, but honestly as long as the person is willing to listen to me ramble it’s all good.

lace: who looks best in your favourite colour?

Everyone looks good in black lmao

cupid: have you ever been set up? have you ever set anyone else up? how did it go?

Aah....kinda-sorta? We got together, but then they broke up with me for being ‘too intimidating’.

lovebirds: at what point in a relationship would you make it ‘public’?

I’m like, if the person and I have confirmed that we’re in a relationship then I’d be open about the fact lmao

love knots: would you like to forget the person you shared your first kiss with?

Yes. My first kiss was actually super traumatizing lmaooo

promise ring: who do you see yourself being with in two years?

If I wind up dating someone this year, then my partner ahaha. I don’t do casual or short-term dating.

ballad: best love song?

Cheesy but, ‘Friday I’m in Love’ by The Cure and ‘Songbird’ by Fleetwood Mac 

aphrodite: how important are looks?

Important to an extent. I like cute/pretty people lmao but it doesn’t extend to body type. 

angel: do you like ‘bad boys’ or sweethearts more?

oH LORD I got over my ‘bad boy/bad girl’ thing a long time ago, so definitely sweethearts.

harp: have you ever written a poem for a crush?

I have ahaha. It was very bad because it was back in the Myspace days.

red: where will you be spending february 14th?

On campus, taking exams. ; __ ;

love notes: who was your last valentine? where are they now?

Current valentine is at home, eating seaweed ahaha. My last valentine was my ex-gf a few years ago. I don’t know where she is now, but I hope she’s doing okay and is happy.

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

Something that’s tailored and personal to them. I’m definitely more of the ‘it’s the thought that counts’.

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

I’m pretty blase about love/romance - if it happens it happens, if not, that’s okay too. Friendship is just as important to me, if not more so, than romantic love.

[jokerownsmysoul]

for the f/o ask: #1, #2, #6, #7 (of course!! 😉❤️), #13, #19 ? ☺️ sorry for so many, i'd just love your thoughts on all these!

all about your f/o ask game

read more because I’m very chatty for Artie 🥰 except when I have to finish editing my pieces lmaooo

1. How would you describe their eyes (their color, how they make you feel)?

Okay first of all, I’ll never saw eyes most beautiful than his. Saying that he has the most beautiful eyes of the multiverse is an understatement.💙 Every time I look at them I wonder how in the world such marvel can exist, they are surreal. His eyes were the first thing that impressed me about him, the first thing that made me fall in love with him. Every time I look at them, I get disoriented, and at the same time it’s like I’m coming back home. I get lost as I find myself when I look at them, they are both my death and what gives me life. His eyes are green, they look like coral reef or like those areas on the bottom of the sea where the water looks greener than the surface. 

Depending on the light and the weather, sometimes they seem slightly blue and it’s fun to wake up in the morning and wonder if that day they will be more blue or greener. In any case, even if the imperceptible shade of his color changes, its bright light color is always there, emeralds glowing eyes. His eyes are paintings framed by two thick, dark eyebrows, I’ve never seen eyebrows match two eyes as well as his. They’re so noticeable and the combination of the dark color of his eyebrows with the light color of his eyes makes his face otherworldly and he looks like an angel. His eyes always have a twinkle inside that makes them  shine like shooting stars, and yet, they are also full of pain. I’ve never seen eyes that can make a person fall in love and happy with just one look being so full of pain and carrying inside sorrows that every man should never feel. It’s said that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and looking at his eyes we immediately understand that his is a precious soul that in life has suffered more than he can bear, his eyes are an eternal plea to be loved and seen and the most beautiful gemstone I’ve ever seen in my life and I’ll ever see. Ugh I got carried away as usual 👀

2. What’s their favorite article of clothing they own?

Lmao probably I'm projecting 😂 but in the movie we see him wearing his red/chestnut sweater veeery often, so this makes me think that it's one of his favorite articles of clothing, maybe one of those which makes him feel comfortable in his own skin, you know, one of those clothes with which you feel good, for one reason or another. And he likes wearing red so 🥰 And also he'd love it because I myself love him on this sweater, so he'd always wear it to make me happy 🥰🥰 And truth be told, he’d always wear not only to make me happy, but also to tease me. It would be a silent question of being cuddled, a secret way of telling me that he needs me, because he knows that when he wears this sweater my hands are attracted to his fabric, I can't help it. 👀 So he would wear it as if it were my personal siren call to tell me he wants me to lay love on him without actually tell me out loud because is still insecure, although I would teach him that when he wants my touch and cuddles he doesn’t need to ask my permission, I am his, and I would want his touch as much as he does, he doesn't need to ask me to love him.

When he wears this sweater I can’t help but caress him more studiously, my hands were made to caress his body and this fabric makes him so cuddly. The fabric of his sweater is almost as soft as his skin, it absorbs the heat of his body and when I touch it is so heated that it feels like it's boiling like a bonfire. His sweater totally smells of him. His scent is so intense that if I lay my nose on the sweater his smell fills my nostrils, it’s like that the fabric itself was embroidered with the fragrance of his odorous skin. Arthur’s scent is gentle, soft, one of those shy but strong fragrances that linger on your skin all day long, like when you wear a perfume in the morning and once you came home at night you find out that it's still lingering on your skin after all this time. His scent is as much intense and delicate as these kind of perfumes. In the sweater there is always a faintest hint of cigarette, and this combination of smoky smell with the sweet one of his skin creates an addictive, intoxicating fragrance.

Arthur smells of kindness and smoke, and the sweater is a tangible element that carries the olfactory sign of his smell itself, it is an object through which his smell becomes bodily and palpable. I yearn to embrace him as he wears it, lay my cheek on his skin, left uncovered by the V-neckline after unbuttoning the buttons of the sweater, and kiss the taut muscle of his sternum and the point where his collar bones meet. I yearn to breath him in, my hands wandering on his body covered in red and cotton, feeling his muscles underneath the sweater stretching as my love envelops him. I love that this sweater has buttons at the ends of the sleeves, too, and he also loves it, because when the buttons are unbuttoned (and they are most of the time) allow me to kiss his wrist, and ngl he'd probably leave the button unbuttoned on purpose so as to have his wrists kissed all the time. He can be sly pff 👀 He adores it when I lift the sleeves up along his arms to uncover his skin and kiss the soft inside of his arms, rubbing the baby hairs of his arms (which drive me crazy as hell btw), and he adores even more wearing this sweater because he knows that sooner or later I will take it off to enfold him completely with kisses and caresses, usually it doesn’t take long for me to take off his sweater btw 👀 

Also, his mustard hoodie and his white socks. It looks like he can’t help but wear them, and I can’t help but watch him wear them either. His mustard hoodie is so worn, but I can tell how much important it is for him. He carries it everywhere he goes, and I’m sure he went throught a lot of things wearing it, that hoodie carries in its fabric so many memories and life. And his white socks sksksk I’ve a thing for them ngl. I don’t know why, but there’s something so cute and adorable in his socked feet, I’ve never had a fetish for feet but his? Ugh girl they’re so cute. must kiss and love and squeeze 🥺 and ngl, it’d be sooo erotic taking his socks off slowly, very slowly as i’m uncovering his ankles, my gaze locked with his, eventually kissing the back of his foot, his ankles, before blowing him. there, I said it. and my sock-y wip might be about that uups 👀  

6. When was the exact moment you knew you were in love with them?

I answered here, it’s too long to copy and paste it sksk

7. What do their hands feel like?

Home, protection, safety. His hands are rough, his fingers callous, but Arthur’s touch is gentle and delicate. He caresses as if you were an instrument to play and through his fingers would compose a melody on your skin. When he caresses you the callousness of his fingertips collides with the smoothly of his touch and the warmth of his skin, creating a wonderful contrast that takes your breath away and warms you inside to your soul. When he rubs his hands on your body you feel the friction of the folds on his fingers on your skin, leaving you hungry and at the same time feeding you with this sweet contradiction that are his hands. Rough, but soft. Worn, but of a young touch. When he touches you, you’d say nothing could ever touch you with the same delicacy, not even a feather. The back of his hand, like every part of his hands and body as well, is soft and always smells of him, but it’s dusted with baby, soft hairs which look like brown flower’s stems blooming on his skin, and when you place your fingers on the back these light hairs wandering on its surface tickle your fingers, a perfectly contradictory soft friction. In his fingers and especially in his fingertips there is always a hint of the stale smell of greasepaint that always remains in his hands even if he washes them very often. I yearn to pass my fingertips on the swollen veins running through the back of his hands as if they were roads to travel along his warm and odorous skin, I yearn to trace the protruding tendons from under his skin with the tips of my fingers and lick and suck his thick, boney fingers, feeling the aftertaste of smoke and the hint of the cigarette he just smoked on my tongue. There are black patches on the back of Arthur’s hands, they look like snowflakes fell on his skin in a winter to keep warm, a speckled map that shows you the exact path you need to travel to stroke his hand wholly. His wrists are breakable and fragile, they need gentle touches and soft kisses. In the center of his right wrist he has a wound, right on the most sensitive part of his wrist, where there are the small superficial veins. I yearn to kiss the most sensitive part of his wrists, to lay my lips on the pulsating spot where I can feel his heartbeat go faster because someone is touching him. His body, his subtle essence, his heart, would never be as close to mine as they are when I kiss his pulsating wrist. Whey they tremble I hold his writs in my hand, I kiss them and I trace the colored lines of his veins along his wrist and arms soothingly. I only want to be held, and his hands would always be there to hold me.

13. What’s one thing that surprised you about them after you got to know each-other? 

He makes me feel comfortable. I’m veeeeeeery shy and insecure, it takes me months, years, to be 100% comfortable with a person, actually iI’ve never been so comfortable with a person to be myself, yet with him it is different. With him I know that my fears and insecurities would take a step back, I know that I wouldn’t be afraid to show myself for what I am because he would understand what I feel or, if he didn’t understand it, he would listen to me anyway, and be close to me even if the topic is bigger than us. And that was matter. I never looked at a person and thought "with you my fears would be empty", I never believed it possible. I’ve always given up living because of my security and God knows how many good things I’ve missed because of myself, I’m always so afraid of everything, of love, of touching someone, of living, but when I look at Arthur I only feel this warm feeling of protection, security, trust. I was surprised by the fact that Arthur overcomes my anxiety, he gives me the possibility of being vulnerable and brittle in front of him, I always try to hide my fragility but he’d see it. With him, I’m sure, I would feel comfortable and I could love and show myself totally and he’d look at me and at everything I show him. I wouldn’t be afraid to reveal myself in front of him 💙

19. What are they like in the kitchen (clumsy, focused, pro level)?

Focused, totally focused. Arthur is a neat man who loves to get everything right 💙 He never takes his eyes off the television when Murray starts and he’s headed to bed, and that’s enough to understand how much attention and dedication he puts into everything he does. When he cooks he is my opposite lmaooo. I am very clumsy, I always make everything dirty even if I have to do a single meal. I don’t know how I manage to do it, but e.g, when I have to do a simple sandwich I dirty thousand of pots and I mess up lmaoo, and I’m very distracted ngl. He is all the opposite: he is very attentive, dedicated, devoted to every move. When he cooks he hums soft tune with parted lips in a low voice and likes to sway with his hips, his head is elsewhere in a dreamy world made of music only, this scenario seen from the outside can be mistaken for distraction by those who don’t know him, but actually in those moments when he hums and swings to a music that only he knows he is very devoted to what he’s doing, he wouldn’t take his attention away from what he does for nothing, it’s something I adore about him. Despite being so devout, however, it is very easy to make him unfocused and bring him back to us by caressing him suddenly or giving him a kiss on his shoulder blades, embracing him from behind or even just standing next to him. He would turn his face right away, a guilty smile on his face, and loving eyes. He’s a focused person with everything he does, yet the only thing he never takes his eyes from, ever, it’s the person he loves, he’s always focused on his one and only all the time, 24/7, and it’s the only thing he could never be unfocused from 💙