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[journeys-of-miso]

Your Perception of Sound is Valid

I think I've mentioned this already, but one of the problems of misophonia and hyperacusis is that they can be very isolating. Why? Because it's negatively warping your perception of sound in such a way that nobody else is hearing. And especially if the person has not yet realized that they have a hearing disorder, when they react negatively to the sound that nobody else even notices, it can drive them crazy! Because in their mind, they're being overwhelmed by sounds that other people have no problem with, not knowing that the perception is very different.

Here's the thing. Pain will already make you more sensitive to all of the different factors in your environment. But hyperacusis and misophonia both mean that your brain cannot filter out background sounds - it's focusing on them the same way to focuses on the sounds you're supposed to be hearing. So when your brain is getting all that feedback and information at once, it gets overwhelmed very easily in situations in which a person with normal hearing would have no problem.

Something interesting I've noticed about this factor is that people with hyperacusis and misophonia tend to have excellent hearing. Ironically enough, however, it will end up seeming like they have very bad hearing. I'm going to explain it the best way I can:

Imagine you're walking on the street with somebody that has hyperacusis. Assuming you have normal hearing, you're still hearing all of the sounds that are going on in the street, but they're not your focus. Your brain can successfully push these sounds to the back burner, so that you're aware of them, but not trying to actively process them.

A person that has hyperacusis either cannot do this at all or cannot do it at a high enough level. This means that all of the sounds in an environment - cars honking, doors opening, footsteps - they're all being heard on the same level as the conversation you're having with that person! They can't push sounds to the back burner. Either their back burner is too small, or all of their burners are in a row in front of them, and they have to look at all of them at once. They have no back burner.

Now, this is not to be confused with misophonia. In the case of a person that only has misophonia, they might be able to push sounds to the back burner - except for their trigger sounds. These sounds are on the back burner until they are noticed. They are then involuntarily pulled to the front burner so quickly that they spill on the person with misophonia, leaving them with scalding burns and a friend that wants to know "why you're being so dramatic, they're just eating."

So, to everyone with misophonia and hyperacusis: if anyone tells you you're being dramatic, or something's not that loud, or whatever, ignore them. Your hearing is different, so your perception is different. Perception is reality. They aren't experiencing what you're experiencing.

-Keep on feeling the love,

🧸𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑜🧸

[glitchedcosmos]

Okay I’m ready to cry more let’s go : NO BECAUSE THIS SCENE OK THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE HAD ME ACTUALLY BREATHLESS

HE KNEW HE HAD TO GET HIM TO GREEN HILL THE ROSE SISTERS COULDN’T MAKE IT SO HE GRABS HIM AND THIS SHIT

THIS FUCKING MOMENT , THE MUSIC , THE POSE, THE WAY THEYRE WALKING THE WAY THEY WERE HOLDING ON EVERYTHING WAS JUST SO AAAH

AND OH MY FUCKING GOD THE LINES , THAT WAS SO THEM AND IT WAS SO GOOD AND THEN IT HURT AGAIN

THE MOMENT SONIC PASSED OUT AND STOPPED TALKING HE STARTED TO PANIC MORE , HE GOT WORRIED WHEN HE WOULDNT TALK TO HIM AND HE FUCKING BOLTS TO THE GATEWAY ,

THIS WHOLE SCENE WAS JUST SO PERFECT I SWEAR I CANT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS

[ran-orimoto]

{I’ve…Forgot to crosspost my Junzumi one-shots here again. Sorry🥲. I just feel embarassed sharing my writing here, but I know you asked me to, so I’ll learn to feel more comfortable lmao💕}

[ NOTE: Junpei and Izumi are respectively 27 and 28. The one-shot from this month is sillier than usual and it features a hc I have got about older Izumi liking sewing. Even if my adult Izumi is into cooking, I love imagining her still retaining a love for fashion she can express in her own ways. I like Izumi modelling, ok, but I’m not a fan of it, especially if I take in account the …Creepy scenes she, 10 y.o kid, got in the past. You know, it’s hard to see it in a good light⭐️.]

•Il vento e le sue innumerevoli sorprese•

When he stormed into the bedroom with a note of nervousness accompanying the drumming of his steps, it had just dawned on her she had exhausted her attention and focus on the boring book she was reading. Due to that haste he had stepped out of the bathroom with, he had accidentally left the door opened and now a generous crack was inviting her to stretch her neck and spot some hints of the tempest he had created in there: a crumpled carpet pushed against the tiles of the wall, a pile of familiar clothes abandoned on the floor as if they were nothing more than rags, tired towels peeking out from the edge of the bathtub and being about to slip off it, the most disparate objects scattered on the flooded surface of the sink.

Oh well, she would be the worst kind of hypocrite if she decided to scold him because of that mess: she couldn’t absolutely lie about the fact an hour before that poor bathroom had had to go through another hurricane, making both discover in awe they could add another personality trait in the list of…Lovely flaws they shared.

“What’s the matter? Che c’è?” She couldn’t help bursting in gusts of laughters, but the defined sight of a stout young man in elegant attire froze the dance of those bursts in the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom.

She wasn’t that certain about what she could say, what she wanted to say and she wasn’t when it came to him, either. She didn’t know if he had imagined she would squeal at him and throw herself in his arms, cooing at how handsome he looked, but he should know her well by now, shouldn’t he? He should know she wasn’t that kind of woman and yet…

And yet…

Tossing her book aside, she crawled to the other edge of the bed, near to where he was regulating the strap of his watch. He checked how tight it felt on his wrist, proceeding to repeat the ritual again, and unexpectedly ignored the curious green of large cat eyes inspecting his figure with an enchanted caution.

After a year spent following his bustling tenor career from such a close perspective, she had grown used to seeing him dressing up for special occasions; to observing him shifting from his usual scruffy appearance to an utterly alienating and refined look. She would often get the destabilizing sensation of being in the company of someone else whenever that happened, her voice and sarcasm evaporating in thin air, her wary hand remaining suspended in the air until he would grab it.

However, she had soon realized it would take a simple, goofy smile in her direction to make that illusion vacillate and eventually break. Obviously, in that room with her, standing next to the foggy windows of the incoming venetian winter, there was no one else but the awkward Junpei she had always known.

“This looks so bad,” He muttered to himself with a head shake as he passed his palm down the fabric of his tie. “No, no, it isn’t just bad. It terribly sucks. Definitely.”

She was feeling way too cold to stand up, as at that time in the morning the radiators were still heating up and slowly warming the apartment, but her voice could have the same effective power as her persuading caresses on his shoulders.

“How can you say that? That misted window hardly looks like a good mirror.” She raised an eyebrow in amusement at the way it seemed he was really trying identifying his reflection in there, in the thickest grey of a glacial weather. “Besides…I was thinking you actually look nice.” His back straightened all of a sudden in response. “You look really nice.”

Then, he surrendered to the urge to turn to her and he showed her his blissful face, -because it was really enough to compliment him with the most ordinary and driest existing words to make him feel like the luckiest man on Earth-.

“I look nice,” He repeated in disbelief, the chocolate in his eyes seeming to be melting and being about to stain his pail blue shirt. “I guess I can’t do anything about it: if Izumi says so, it’s because it’s true.”

It is , That whisper prudently advanced through her most inner thoughts, gaining self-esteem at each surpassed millimeter. It became way too cheeky at the end of its fast journey, though, and Izumi found herself smirking, complacent.

Junpei greatly appreciated that feline expression on her porcelain face and probably started feeling a bit more confident about his outfit, just like that whisper of hers had. Actually, he accumulated enough self-esteem to hop in front of her, spread his legs and arms and theatrically put his black waistcoat and brown trousers on display.

“Ta-da!” He chirped at her, as he made his fingers vibrate like if they were sparklers without fire and light, and she spontaneously applauded at that improvised, silly show to exchange his playful mood.

Still, while her pupils were taking a more careful tour down his robust silhouette, focusing on those details she hadn’t been able to catch at first, she started feeling like something looked off. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was until she got onto his feet. That was the reason why her gaze wasted a whole minute of embarassing silence repeatedly going up and down, -from his neck to his knees-, making her fantasy go wild and brainstorm in the most different ways: did he need a hat? One of those Fedora hats that could turn any man in a perfect dandy? Could it be she needed to see him with shoes on well? And now that she thought about that, what kind of shoes had he picked? Don’t tell me he’s chosen to wear trainers!, She sweated at the only imaginary draft of such a horrid decision.

But she fortunately pushed her irises further, down onto the wood floor.

“Uh, have you changed your mind?” He murmured, confused but also slightly anxious. His hands still in the air, he glued his spheres onto her pensive features as his legs started creating a more and more evident distance between each other.

“No, no, it’s just that…”

“It’s just that…? Don’t tell me you want me to wear a bow.”

“No, Junpei, it’s just that your trousers are too long,” She pointed at the mass of linen falling on his socks. “Or your legs are too short,” She let out a chuckle at that teasing remark and ,as if on cue, as if they had been offended by her, Junpei’s legs ceased to his bizarre position by gliding in a painful split.

Izumi didn’t pay attention to the first time of the day he had fallen and hurt himself. At that moment her ears were only listening to her unbridled rambling, no matter Junpei’s whining was covering half of it and turning part of her plans into a mash of incoherent sounds.

“That hurts so much,” He complained, massaging his backside. “These trousers are so uncomfortable even during falls. They have got these stupid buttons on the butt. How will I be able to si-“

“Junpei!” She turned to him again, flames of an excitement he couldn’t interpret at all burning the grass in her eyes. “ Torno subito”.

“ What does it mean torno subito?!” He exclaimed in bewilderment, his jaw dropping at her blonde hair flying away from him, at her taking off at the speed of a butterfly beat. “Ohi, Izumi!” He called her, still struggling to walk properly and slowening down the pace of his brief march to the corridor. From there, he could hear her searching for something among a bunch of objects, opening and closing old drawers and making the stuff inside of them vacillate in the process.

She returned to him after not even a minute with a lovely-looking box in her arms. It was covered by a layer of colourful drawings featuring shapes Junpei couldn’t immediately recognize. By the time he did, -and he sent a chill down his spine right in that instant-, Izumi had already opened the box and had already revealed its content without explanation.

“Iz-Izuzu,” He stuttered as he joined her on the mattress in comical shock. His orbs seemed to enlarge before the view of that tidy kit or, more precisely, before the one of a pair scissors, a bunch of needles and pins, a traditional tape measure, a series of motley fabric rolled on themselves and, finally, also an object he thought he had never seen before.

“This is a thimble,” She pulled the cylindrical item out of its dug nest and showed him the easy way her index slipped in its empty cavity. She allowed him to try mimicking her gesture, but it wasn’t a surprise his fingers, -each of them, not only his index-, were too big and thick to fit in such a small spot. However, he kept on weighing and holding it in his palm to analyze it properly, gradually finding himself being ensnared by its minuscule engravings.

“A thimble keeps you from hurting yourself while sewing,” Izumi promptly clarified, getting silent yet vivacious nods from him. “My mother bought this one from Sardinia. We also have got a very old one whose top is totally pitted.”

His head continued swinging at every single letter her lips would weave. One after the other, they were making his heart drown in an endless stream of admiration, even though he wasn’t actually absorbing that treasure of knowledge she was sharing. And she did know it.

Actually, at a certain point, it became impossible for her not to begin giggling once more because of all that eager agitation next to her.

“You seem to have never seen a sewing kit in your life.”

“It’s kinda true, though?” He woke up from his dreamy trance and looked up at the ceiling, in search of possible memories he had buried somewhere, without actually wanting to. “My mother has always been too busy with her job to think about this stuff. If she happened to spot a hole in my clothes, she would throw it away and buy me something else. La Signora Orimoto is just another kind of mother, completely different from mine. I kinda…Envy you sometimes.”

Izumi wished she could bite her tongue with aggressiveness and punish her lack of tact with an unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, for her frustration, her coward teeth remained still on the scared muscle, convincing her to cross another route; one she surprisingly dived in without hesitation. Indeed, at the very first step she took in that direction, she felt a a beautiful sense of release.

“Well, now you have got a girlfriend who can sew and will hem your pants.”

”And-And-“ That name she had used to label herself made him gulp so loudly he almost got scared. “And I can’t just believe my-my-my girlfriend is as unpredictable as the wind for real.”

“I started learning from Mamma after I got into modelling. It would make me so satisfied to fix those dresses they would give me as presents. Most of them were so ugly, hideous, and they would have remained in my closet, if I hadn’t done anything about them.”

“You could become a stylist too!” He highlighted enthusiastically with a clap. “You can really be anything, Izumi. You aren’t only the most talented, charming, beautiful cook in the world! Now you’re also the most talented, charming, beautiful seamstress in the world!”

She bended forward to crack a smile at his delighted wonder.

“All this encouragement is making me want to fix your outfit too,” She reached out to fiddle with his tie. “I like this outfit but I can change some little flaws I’m not that convinced about. Or I could mind my business for this time, what do you think?”

“Again, what I think is that I hope you don’t want to replace my tie with a bow…That would make me look like an emperor penguin. Takuya and Kouji would laugh at me for the whole night, even Tomoki would. And I don’t want that.”

Making her attention land on her kit again, she picked a needle and her scissors, and put them near to her thigh. Once chosen the tools she would use, her hand kept on absently hovering over the opened box, but it wasn’t because she had just got a new idea out of blue.

“Where are you all going?” She asked him after having defeated a pang of jelousy and suspect. Discovering her closest friends, her family, were going to hang out without having invited her was incredibly demoralizing. She prepared herself to cross her arms and pout at Junpei for a whole day as a reaction to a predictable “It’s just a boys’ night”. In reality, though, she had already begun glaring at him. She couldn’t just help it.

“Well, y’ know,” He stood up to clearly avoid the mistral she was summoning over him. He fairly grew bashful, -oh if she could understand why he would!-, and even started finding it difficult to look at her in the eye, -otherwise why would he show his back to her and not face her like he was supposed to? “A dear person to me is opening a restaurant this Saturday night and we all are going to cheer for her during the opening ceremony, eh eh.”

Her grip shaking a bit, she threw herself against his chest and grabbed his cheeks between her palms.

“You bought this outfit to impress me at the party?”

“And to impreff your magnificent buffet,” He merrily joked, his silver tongue weakening because of her affectionate pinches on his puffy skin. Then, it passed from sounding like a frail autumnal leaf to plunging in a thunderstruck mutism.

“You’ve dug your own grave, Great Detective Shibayama. Do you know that?” Her mint fused with her chocolate to give birth to the most distinctive flavour they both had ever tasted.

”Uh?” Dazzled, he protruded his lips in a restless expectation. He risked to lose his balance for a second time when she abruptly let him go.

“Listen: go to the toilet before I start, because I don’t want to hear you saying you need to go peeing while I’m at work. I don’t know how much it will take, ok?”

A change of heart told her she wasn’t going to keep her promise to mind her business any more.

[anurarana]

Lilac, Steel, Sapphire, and Lemon!

- Turnip

I'm bewitching you with my stunning good looks and a mind that some might say is uh. A little fucked✨️

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[pinkanonhopes]

LEOLEOLEOLEOLEOLEOLEOLEO HI

HERSH HI HIIIIII

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[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

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he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

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yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

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Huh??

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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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[enzogabriella]

Trolls 3 Incorrect Quotes now that the movie out now so we don’t have to wait anymore!

Thanksgiving Edition 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽

John Dory: Welcome to the hunger games!

Poppy: this is Thanksgiving!

John Dory: that is mahogany!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clay: Viva come stuff the turkey

Viva: ok

walks in Clay: where’s the turkey?

Viva: gobble gobble

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CJ: why did they stop leaving pies on a window sill?

Keith: Too many people floating in the air when they smell it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poppy: ok on the count of three everyone say what there thankful for! 1..2..3!

Poppy: everyone here!

Clay: Viva’s mental health improving!

Viva: My mental health improving!

Bruce: my wonderful family

John Dory: my awesome reunion skills

Branch: seeing my 3 brothers again, oh and John

Floyd: me being alive

Shallow: pizza!

Kid Ritz: me being included

Aven: my life being mentally ok again

Veneer: Aven

Crimp: anti depressant

Velvet: me, duh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Dory speaking in a serious voice: we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu

John Dory: that’s right we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to the first thanksgiving to get turned off the menu

Branch: …who are you talking to?

John Dory: this guy right here *pointing to a mirror* he knows exactly what I’m talking about

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Branch: WHERE’S THE TURKEY?!

Floyd: it’s in the cabinet

Branch: oh

John Dory: now we know to never steal Branch’s turkey

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Branch: Clay did you put the turkey in the fridge to defrost a few days ago?

Clay: yep, totally!

Branch: you forgot

Clay: what?! no! Why would you say such a thing?!

Branch: your looking up, how to defrost turkey in 5 minuets

Clay: shut up! Go mash some potato's or something

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bruce: John, you know what season it is?

John Dory: uh, Halloween season?

Bruce: yea, but do you know what else it is?

John Dory: what?

Bruce: It is “I ask you whether you’re coming back for Thanksgiving, you say you’ll think about it and then we got caught up in something that leads to you and Clay fighting, so you say you’re not coming back, which leads to me and Clay fighting and with your jointed effort you two make me cry like the world is ending, so Floyd has to put a stop to it. And eventually you come back for Thanksgiving and we have a semi-nice holiday” season

John Dory: …

Bruce: so you coming home for Thanksgiving?

John Dory: I’ll think about it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽

[taniavttv]

Happy Birthday to our FLAME BOI KYOJURO RENGOKU 😫🥳🥰💕💕🔥

May 10th

Here are some Funfacts about our dear Rengoku

🔥 His Zodiac sign is a Taurus

🔥 He got his hair color from a tradition the Rengoku Clan practiced it is called the Kankagari Ritual

🔥The Kankagari was a ritual where the Female pregnant Rengoku wife for duration of their pregnancies, every seven days the wives will spend two hours gazing at a large flaming torch. This seems to be what causes the men in the family to have flame colored hair

🔥Rengoku would always tell people that he got his hair from eating too much Shrimp Tempura but he said that to make Mitsuri not feel bad about her hair

🔥 The Hashira see Rengoku as a big Brother

🔥He is the son of the former Flame Hashira Shinjuro Rengoku

🔥His younger brother name is Senjuro Rengoku

🔥 Rengoku has his mother Face and his mother name is Ruka (she was a nice and caring mother Bless her so much)

🔥Rengoku favorite food is Sweet Potatoes 🥔

🔥His sword color is Crismon Red

🔥 He is the mentor of Mitsuri Kanroji

🔥Became a Hashira at the age of 18 by killing a former 2 lower moon

🔥 He is very enthusiastic and positive

🔥He is someone with good morals and values

🔥His Hobby is to eat, Watch sumo, and Watching kabuki and noh plays

[highonmarvel]

Hiii cutie-spud!! I have a request...vampire!bucky? I saw you liked vampires, and this potato likes vampires, so maybe we need a good dick down of vampire!bucky, making sure we can never leave him. After all, he found us, loves us like no other can, shouldn't we give our all to him?

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hi! oh my goodness! i’ve been a fan of your work for a few months, i’m so excited you know me! i feel like a bit of a celebrity, i can’t lie. thank you so much! i love you! and i’m sorry this took forever—i’m the world’s slowest writer. i really hope you like this, omg—this is my first time doing a request. okay, here we go.

Vampire!Bucky saves you from a car wreck. 18+

Dub/Non Con Warning!

more content warnings here!

You slowly peel your eyes open, and almost immediately regret doing so—even though it’s dark out, the little light there is adds to your headache, worsening the ringing sound in your ears, and a soft, rhythmic thump. You consider closing your eyes again, slumping forward and drifting back off to the sleep, but that beating becomes louder, and more coherent.

“Hey… Hey… Hey…” is all you can make out, a gentle coo lulling you back to sleep, until an arm shoots through glass and a hand grips on the door handle from the inside. You scream and sit up, noting a sharp but dull pain in your neck as you do so.

“I’m sorry,” a voice calls, still sounding far away and obstructed by the ringing in your ears, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You gasp as the door flies open and a man holds out his arms and coaxes you into them.

Unsure of what’s happening, you fall out of your seat, but he catches you with his strong arms and gentle chants, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, it’s okay…”

You look up at where you had stumbled out from: a car—your car—the front of it squashed against a tree and smoking from the hood.

“My- My car,” you manage to croak as you hold your arms out toward it.

“You had an accident, it’s okay, I’ll call someone, let me just take you back to my place, is that okay?”

You hesitate but even through your hazy mind you manage to remember your phone had died somewhere on the drive down from the mountains—you had been camping with your friends! in a remote area—before the accident. You left before them, and you were all taking the same route back to the city… how could they not have seen you? The ringing in your ears is dying down slightly and your surroundings are eerily quiet—just distant rustling and chirping. It’s dark, and it’s cold, so you must be outside, but you can’t see the moon—you can barely see anything. You look up and can make out just a few stars, the rest of them being covered by long, thin tendrils breaking into the night sky.

Branches. Trees! You’re in the woods.

“Is that okay?” he repeats.

You groggily look up at him and wince as you nod your head. He stands and effortlessly pulls you up with him; you squeal as he wraps a cold arm around your waist and raises you as he stands. Your feet are dangling off the ground for a moment until he gently sets you down, but keeps his hold on your waist. He brings his left arm over to your right and gently raises it to lay across his shoulders.

“There we go, good job,” he praises quietly as he takes a step forward, before asking if you’re able to walk. You take a step with him and sway slightly, head still spinning, but he catches you before you fall away from him and holds you slightly tighter against him.

“I can carry you,” he offers. You decline.

“You don’t seem like you have any major injuries—thank God—but you’re…” he slows down and drops the hand you have draped over his shoulders. He brings his fingers up to lightly touch your temple, to which you wince, “Sorry,” he mumbles, bringing his hand to his eyes, pale finger tips now stained with crimson, “You’re bleeding.”

You can barely make him out in the blackness of the forest and through your slightly blurred vision, but you swear his eyes flash with something… something you can’t name. But you can barely think about it; he swiftly picks your hand up again and starts walking.

It’s not possible to tell how long you were walking, but you can’t say it feels excruciating, your legs aren’t tired from the walk either; and you can’t tell the distance you’ve travelled, as you had just kind of zoned out, letting him do most of the work as you mindlessly pulled along.

But by the time you had reached a cabin, you were starting to regain a better form of comprehension, though your head was still aching.

You were grateful for the warmth of the cozy lodge, by size it was clear he lived alone.

“Thank you…” you say as he sets you down on a brown leather couch and hands you a blanket. You throw the warm cover over your shoulders and hold the corners together in the front as you settle a little more comfortably.

“Bucky,” he finishes for you with a smile.

“Bucky,” you complete your thanks, and give him your name in return.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks, calling over his shoulder as he ducks into a cupboard and begins rummaging around.

“My head’s killing me—apart from that, no,” you respond as he comes up, holding a small first aid kit in hand.

“Guess a concussion,” he says as he sits in a leather seat across from you, setting the bag down on the table next to it, “But here,” he lightly touches your left temple and you jerk away slightly. He pulls back to stare down at his fingers, “You’re bleeding… a lot. I think you need stitches.”

As he spoke he stared at his blood-painted fingers, for some reason making you uneasy. You shift uncomfortably and pull the blanket tighter around you. You lightly clear your throat and say, “I don’t need an ambulance or anything, but we should probably call someone to get my car, and, uhm, they can take me home.”

“I see a lot of you,” he says as he stands. Under the soft, yellow light of the cabin, you’re able to get a better look at him: he’s fair-skinned, tall, and strong with slightly wild hair, and even wilder eyes, fixated on you with a… hunger, like you’ve never seen; not just predatory, nearly inhuman altogether, “A lot of people come up and stay for no more than three days, and their biggest concern? Bears.”

He locks the door.

“When there’s much worse to fear out here.”

You’re unable to speak as he stalks towards you.

“And I’ve watched you, and I like you,” you shift up the couch, trying to put distance between you and him… or, you and… it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, you didn’t seem to be having too good a time,” he sits in the spot you just were and watches you squirm slightly, before he simply places his hand on your ankle and you still, paralysed, “Looked like you wanted to enjoy the scenery, and I kept thinking, ‘She should have come alone.’”

You had wanted to come alone; though you loved Natasha and Yelena, they weren’t much into exploring, preferring to stay at camp around the fire and stick to the set hiking trails, which, absolutely, you enjoyed, but they didn’t want to stray too far from the set paths—though the location was remote, it was by no means unpopular, and everyone pretty much knew the safe places to stay. One night you had taken a stroll, and could have sworn you felt eyes on you.

“Your friends… they seem nice, sweet, even. And they were.”

The way he annunciates sweet. And… they were sweet? You don’t get a chance at exactly comprehending him until he interrupts your thoughts in less than a moment,

“But I know you taste better.”

You gasp and push away further as cold fingers wrap around your ankle, but he’s pulled you down and is on you in a second, hovering above you with a smile; teeth impossibly white with… fangs.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your bleeding temple, pulling back to look at you with red lips. He flicks his tongue out and nearly moans at the taste, still grinning down at you.

Adrenaline coming from you don’t know where, you pull your knee in and punch up hard against his groin. He nearly falls on top to you with a grunt as he clutches his crotch, but you roll aside and tumble to the floor, hastily standing up as you dart for the door, manoeuvring around the coffee table and knocking stuff off the mantle of the fireplace in your rush to get to the exit. Of course he’s faster, blocking the exit and pushing you down.

You shriek as you fall backwards, actually nearly falling into the fireplace, and he lands over you, skilfully sticking out his arms on either side so he doesn’t crash into you. With really nowhere to go but into the fire, you try to shift down underneath him, but he painfully grips your neck and tugs you back up, holding your head just above the fire. You grasp at his grip on your throat with one hand and hold yourself from dropping into the flames with the other, your elbow dangerously close and heating up, and strands of hair coming loose—you wonder how your hair hasn’t caught fire.

“How many men have said they’ll love you forever… and how many really can?” he questions, to which you can barely even hear through your circulation cutting off and the imminent danger of being burnt alive, “You know what I am,” he continues, lowly, dropping his lips to your ear, “You know what I can do.”

When he pulls away, you notice the steel blue eyes you had not known well have turned to a red, and that you feel like you know all too well; eyes that have been watching you.

He swings you down underneath him and you fly through his legs, gasping for air. Your head hits the wooden floor hard and starts up that ringing again.

He lifts you up easily and holds you to his chest. You struggle in his hood as he tries to calm you; “I saved you, remember? I’m not gonna hurt you; I could have left you to die, but I didn’t, see? Because you’re special, so special…”

You’re not sure where he’s walking to until he tosses you onto a bed. You can’t even bounce against the mattress before he’s got a knee between your thighs and has gathered your wrists into one of his hands, holding them above your head. You struggle underneath him, but he still he continues in a gentle voice, “I saved you, you owe me—in fact, this benefits you; I can make you feel good, you need it, angel.”

“Bucky, no,” you say, firmly, but he might as well not have heard it.

He brings his other hand down to rub circles on your thigh.

“You’re warm,” he notes, though you assume just about anything is warmer than him—he’s so cold it burns, like dry ice.

You (nearly) regret wearing shorts when he runs his cold hands up your thighs; you shiver, and not because of the cold.

There’s something so… otherworldly about his touch; it’s foreign, yet so familiar it scares you. He shifts down and lightly grazes his teeth over your thigh. You whimper in anticipation, and he smiles against your skin.

“And you’re soft…”

He does it; his fangs pierce your thigh, and you wince at the sharp sting, but you just can not bring yourself to push him away, or even kick anymore, there’s some primal need to have him, that disgusts you, your body completely betraying you to give up to a man from fiction, old wives tales—that’s all vampires were supposed to be.

But you’ve got one between your legs.

He sucks, yet more gentle than you thought, and not for long, drawing blood from you in short intakes. After just a few seconds he pulls away and looks up at you with red eyes and a grin, exposed sharp teeth stained in a deep crimson.

This is quite literally the most danger you’ve ever been in; there’s no way in fucking hell you could escape a demon from there, from hell.

You press a hand to the thigh he bit, and bring your index and middle fingers up to stare at the two spots, watching as the red dots seep down to your palm with your mouth slightly open. You can not believe what’s happening, panic now really setting in.

It’s so odd, the juxtaposition between his soothing touches and dangerous nature. You’re near hyperventilating when he leans down to your neck. He pushes your hair away and brushes his lips against you, breathing steady, while you stare up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling so fast you’re afraid it may burst. You bring your left hand up to smack him away, but he catches your wrist and softly sets your palm against his cheek.

“Did I scare you?” he whispers, and you can feel him suppress a smile, “I do like my damsels in distress…” he drawls, bringing his lips up to your ear, “But you’ll be okay; I saved you. Remember, honey?”

You press your palm down harder, trying to hurt him, but that just pushes him to kiss your neck. You jerk away and turn over on the bed, but he’s there in a flash, elbow propped up on the pillow, holding his cheek in his propped up hand.

“How many men have told you they’d love you for eternity, and how many really can?”

He raises himself up over you, and now he’s looking ravenous; you’re afraid he will literally devour you. Never breaking eye contact, he rips your shorts straight off, and tosses the torn fabric. He brings a hand between your thighs and lightly drags a cold finger over your slit, wet, to your embarrassment.

You expect him to mock you as he raises an eyebrow, but he quickly drops it and brings his hand up to run down the side of your face.

“It’s okay,” he coos, “You know you need this.”

He’s naked before you realise it, fair skin complementing his six pack and strong arms—you don’t stand a chance. He rips your shirt off, and you gasp at the fabric sliding against your skin, leaving you exposed to the relatively warm air of the cozy cabin, but your nipples still perk.

You manage to look at him: he’s fucking huge.

As if reading your mind, “You can take it,” he assures as he slips your underwear off before lining up with you.

Slowly, he enters you with a low groan, and you gasp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and grasping at his back, trying to gain some bearings at the intrusion, whimpering. He starts to move at a slow pace, almost like he’s trying to restrain himself, panting as you squeeze around him.

He drops his head to your shoulder, his breathing heavy on your neck as he praises you, “Fuck, you’re so warm… feel so good, you’re doing great for me, angel… doing great.”

He can barely speak through his groans, but either way you can barely hear him, his voice drowned out by your moans as he thrusts into you at a steady enough pace, but still you can hardly take it; this is a different kind of pleasure—as he hits you in just the right spot again, and again, and again—but you can’t figure out why, and you don’t even care, breathing hard as you dig your nails into his back.

He presses his lips back to your neck, and your nerves scale up for a second when he starts harshly sucking, but only to leave a hickey, for sure.

“Bucky,” it’s such a broken plea you wonder if you even got his name out coherently.

“Can you come for me? Can you do that?”

He brings a hand down to circle your clit as his breathing becomes ragged and thrusts harder.

“I- Fuck!” you cry as you convulse, back arching up as you clench down on him. Seconds later he reaches his high, cursing as he comes inside of you, trying to catch his breath with a smile on his face, admiring your wrecked state.

“Good girl,” he breathes, “You did so well, angel.”

You try to turn over, but he grips your hip and pushes it back down, forcing your body to face back up at him.

“I can last forever.”

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Here are some quick tips for storing food to extend its shelf life: minimize waste and enjoy fresh, delicious meals throughout the week!

Tomatoes: 🍅

Place upside down in a flat container, calix (stem) down, covered with a cloth.

Storing with the calix down helps maintain freshness and slow down ripening.

Bananas & Fruits (Apple, Pear, Orange): 🍊 🍌

Divide bananas to slow ripening and wrap stems in wax paper for longer moisture.

Each type of fruit should be stored in a different container.

Do not wash them until ready to be consumed to maintain freshness.

Dividing bananas and wrapping stems helps control ethylene gas, slowing the ripening process and maintaining freshness.

Onions & Garlic: 🧅 🧄

Store in a paper bag in a dark place to prevent sprouting.

Hang in a mesh bag for proper ventilation.

Proper ventilation and darkness prevent sprouting, ensuring a longer shelf life.

Potatoes: 🥔

Store in a breathable container, such as a paper bag or mesh sack.

Keep in a dark, cool place, ideally around 45-50°F (7-10°C).

Do not wash them until before consuming, as the soil and dirt preserve them for longer.

Bulk Dry Foods: 🫙

Store in airtight containers on the pantry shelf for a longer shelf life.

Airtight containers protect dry foods from moisture and pests, preserving their quality for an extended period.

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Aesop Sharp and Morana Dimm (MC) smut portrait based on Alberto Ferri's "the Kiss"

18+ below but It's just a boob

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She with and without her tattoos. Enjoy.

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Deal, you brat!

Ship: Aizawa x Reader / minor Shinsou x Kaminari

Warning! MHA season 6 spoilers!

Basic info & Summary:

Summary: You’re asked into the office for the hundredth time by Aizawa; your niece Megumi absolutely loves to get in trouble and to be honest, you don’t really mind seeing her grumpy teacher twice every month.

The problems start when Megumi decides to make an embarrassing deal with the teacher and turn your whole world upside down…

Genre: Romantic comedy with a deep backstory…? Does that count as a genre?! It’s also a mature story (but not for the sexual content - if that’s what you are looking for I’m sorry, there is none.)

Estimated chapters: 5 or 6 chapters!

About the reader: Reader is 29 years old who’s been taking care of her neglected niece since she was 6 years old. (She’s around 14 now, 1 year younger than Kaminari and the gang). She’s really childish in some ways and really serious in others so she’s quite a good match for the grumpy teacher.

Other info: Aizawa officially adopted Eri and Shinsou Hitoshi in this AU!

General warnings: Swear words, talking about child neglect and one mention of child abuse. A lot of parenting-talk. Might get a bit suggestive by the end.

16+, younger people might find the theme boring. :D

Enjoy my nonsense.

Also, English is not my first language so don’t be too mean, I’m a sensitive potato. 🥔

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Chapter 1 - A deal with the sensei!

“What did she do this time?” You sigh, sitting in the comfortable chair in Aizawa-Sensei’s office.

“The usual. One of the kids tried to bully her. Again.” Aizawa sighs, clearly uncomfortable. “I really wanted to sack that guy, but apparently we need as many heroes as we can train, so I couldn’t.”

You are way too familiar with this whole situation already, so none of you really try to sugarcoat it anymore. It’s tiring, but at the same time… well… Aizawa-sensei is an interesting guy and also not bad to look at, even with one eye and half of his leg missing. Do you have a crush on your niece’s teacher? Probably. Certainly. Fuck, you are a terrible parent.

“Megumi-chan can defend herself. You worry too much.” You grin at the hero, clearly missing the point of this meeting.

“I would prefer her not to set fire to his bully’s hair though. This is why we are here. Again. I feel like I see you more than I see my friends.” Aizawa sighs again, the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent than the last time. “Where are her parents, Y/N?”

“They don’t care.” You retort curtly.

It’s true. Megumi might have both of her parents, but they certainly ain’t doing their job.

Megumi’s mother is your older sister. After seeing the young girl being neglected at home, you decided to take her in and cut your ties with your whole family afterwards; you’ve always been the black sheep of the family anyway, neglected then abandoned after your 18th birthday. You were an accident and they did treat you as one through your whole life. Your “perfect” older sister has asked you to babysit her child three times a week, giving you enough money to keep yourself alive but after seeing the damage in the young girl’s eyes and the lack of love an affection in the family you couldn’t do it anymore; one day, when your sister came home drunk, almost hitting the 6 year old child for crying you decided to take the girl with you and start a new life with her. You got a proper job and an apartment with a second bedroom for her. She’s now 14, almost 15, beautiful but dangerous; you did your best to teach her how to defend herself and to never let anyone talk shit about her because she’s amazing; she’s the most precious thing in your life. It was really hard at the beginning, especially as you could never get enough money or have the right circumstances to actually adopt her so technically you are not even her guardian and you could barely make it until the end of the month in the first few years, but things are looking better now; hopefully, as her 15th birthday present you can ask her to sigh the last piece of paperwork so she can finally be free from her stupid “mother” who probably doesn’t even know or care where her child is living but still manages to make her mad once a year on her birthday, calling her just to tell her what a disappointment she is.

Ahh, it’s a long story. Let’s not even think about it.

“Are you her closest family member, blood or not?” Aizawa asks, sensing the tension in the air.

“Yes.”

“Then I won’t ask this question again.” He ends the topic without saying anything else and you are so fucking grateful you want to kiss his face.

… that was an inappropriate thought, wasn’t it?

“I’ll sit down with her today. I might find these stories hilarious but I do know this needs to stop. Thank you for your concern. Also, thank you for your time.” You are just about to leave when Aizawa-sensei cleans his throat to get your attention.

“I actually thought it will be a great idea to sit down with her together.” He mumbles and looks at the door. “Come in, you menace!”

There is giggle coming from the other side of the door then it opens; Megumi dances in and sits in your chair, her brand new nose piercing still red around the jewellery. Aizawa doesn’t comment on it; you already had a chat about that last week. You pull another chair next to her, ready to be told off for the 15th time since Megumi has enrolled in UA.

“Aizawa-sensei, you look as fresh as always, I can’t believe you are SINGLE.” Megumi grins at her homeroom teacher while she empathizes the last word. This fucking kid…

“Megumi, you can’t say shit like that to your teacher!” You yell, but your words are met with nothing but giggles. Fuck’s sake.

“Language, Auntie!” Megumi grins again, and you can hear an almost silent snort coming from the other side; Aizawa quickly schools his expression, looking as bored as always, but you did hear it; he fucking laughed at you! How embarrassing!

“Okay, let’s calm down.” Megumi and you go silent at the same time while you stare at the teacher like you are about to get sentenced to death; Megumi is chill as always, knowing she’ll get away with anything. You really have no idea how did she end up like this but you are a little bit jealous. “So us asking you to behave is clearly not working. Your poor Auntie had to come in 15 times already, and I’m quite sure she’s already bored of seeing me so much.”

“I’m really not.” You mumble out loud, slapping your palm on your mouth. Can the ground open up now? Please?

“She’s really not.” Megumi speaks at the same time, making the situation even worse. Okay, now you are ready to be swallowed by the ground for real.

“… okay. Thank you for enjoying my company.” Aizawa says with a straight face but there is a slight blush decorating his face… GODDAMNIT THIS ISN’T THE RIGHT TIME FOR THE BUTTERFLIES! This is your niece’s teacher! “So what can we do for you to stop acting like this? New class, maybe? You are one of the best students in the school, I might even be able to get you into 2A, if that’s something you want. I can ask Bakugou-kun to help you get ready for the exams.”

Wow, you knew Megumi is the top of her class, but hearing this from her sensei really makes you proud.

“Please, anything but Blasty!” For your surprise, Megumi actually looks terrified; you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Megumi, Bakugou is one of the greatest up-and-coming heroes the word has ever seen, please refrain from calling him ‘Blasty’.”

“Yes, I know, I should respect him as he is the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned.” Megumi rolls her eyes so you give her a friendly slap on the head.

“Stop quoting My Chemical Romance in my office.” Aizawa sighs, clearly done with this conversation already. “And yes, I know the band. So how can we help you?” Aizawa repeats, faking nonchalance but you can see the slight twitch in his one eye.

“Hm.” Megumi makes a thinking face, her black nails slowly tapping on her thighs. “I want you to take my Auntie out for a date and then I can stop doing random shit to get her in here.”

You almost choke on your saliva. She didn’t just say that, did she?!

“What the actual fuck, Megumi?!” You yell with your face red as a ripe tomato.

“Language.” Aizawa mumbles but you can’t even be bothered to say sorry right now.

“What, you are almost 30 years old and you haven’t had a single boyfriend since you took me from my shitty family! I’m just trying to help!”

“Megumi, I love you, but that’s none of your business and it’s also inappropriate!”

“Y/N is right, it is really inappropriate. But if I can stop having these awkward conversations two times a month, I’m more than happy to spend an afternoon with your Auntie in a friendly manner.” Aizawa mumbles, looking at Megumi with a serious face. “But if I do and you don’t stop being a menace, I will make sure no hero takes you under their wings and you’ll be the looser cleaning the classrooms while your classmates are out in the wild learning to fight actual criminals. And when they bully you for that, I won’t do shit about it. Deal?”

What about you?! No one wants to ask you if you are okay with this?! Is it that obvious that you are?!

Ahh, it’s probably obvious, isn’t it. Goddamnit.

“Deal.” Megumi grins in pure victory while you try your best to hide your flaming face with your arms. Megumi stands up and leaves, not even waiting to be dismissed while you stare at the hero with an incredulous look on your face.

“One coffee. I know what I’m doing.” Aizawa says, a little bit offended. “We will send her a selfie and we won’t need to see each other until next semester. I think it’s a bargain.” He finishes his sentence calmly, like this is a normal thing. What’s wrong with everyone around you? “Let’s meet tomorrow at 10 in front of UA. You are dismissed.”

This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Okay.” You say anyway and leave as quick as you can; you can’t wait to be at home and give Megumi the talk of her fucking life after this.

You are going on a fucking date with your niece’s absolutely gorgeous home teacher tomorrow. It’s probably not an actual date but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel like a high school girl going on her first date; and honestly, it has been more than 10 years that you’ve actually been on one so it’s not even that far from the truth.

You really want to throw up right now.

…Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Well, hello there and welcome in this super fluffy story about Aizawa falling in love. I’m not sure how often I’ll post but as I have the full thing written down except the last chapter, it will probably be frequent enough for it to not be annoying.

- In the next chapter, we go on a date with the grumpy teacher and we meet Eri and Hitoshi! It’s my personal favorite chapter, I can’t wait to post it! The next chapters will be longer than this!

- So technically the reader shouldn’t be allowed to act as a guardian without the right paperwork or to have Megumi live with her, but let’s ignore that bit. Every country has their own laws and in my head, the MHA world is quite open to circumstances like this. This is a fanfiction anyway, I don’t know why am I so stressed about small details like this but I am. 😂

- Want to be on the taglist? Just send me a comment, a message or an ask!

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Oh!!!! We're doing blurb????!!!

Jason climb in food vlogger! reader's window and take her up to the rooftop to celebrate the arrival of 2024 together, and they both laugh when they received Alfred's and Tim's wishes at the same time

- miss potato 🥔

Jason told you to be ready by 9pm. It was 9:30 and you still weren’t done. 

Searching for your earrings that were hidden somewhere inside your apartment, you heard knocking sounds, making you stop in your tracks and walk over to your front door, only for the noise to get lower as you got closer to it. Weird, you thought, peeking through the peeping hole and finding no one outside.

Spinning on your heels, you look to the other side of the room to meet your boyfriend, dressed in the new vegan leather jacket you’d given him for Christmas, smiling at you from outside your living room window.

“What are you doing here?” you asked between a laugh, as you slid open the glass door.

“Came to pick you up.” he stated, giving you a chaste kiss on your glossy lips. He tasted your lip gloss on his own lips, a hmm leaving his throat before pulling you for another quick kiss. “Come on.”

Extending his hands to you, you tried to tell him you weren’t ready yet, but he ignored your words, telling you you looked beautiful, and pulling you outside through your own window. He held your back, making sure you wouldn’t trip or fall, allowing you to climb the stairs in front of him, so he could watch over you… and your ass.

Arriving on top of the unusually clean and well decorated rooftop, you found his old sofa pushed closer to the parapet, a champagne bottle on the floor beside it and two boxes of pizza going along.

Jason jumped on the sofa and you on him, cuddling up together to wait till the fireworks started blowing in the sky. You two chatted your night away, waiting for the new year to arrive, talking about everything you’d done the past year and planning all the adventures you’d get to do in this new one.

As the clock struck midnight, you watched the fireworks to the sound of Michael Bublé and Jason’s kisses, starting the new year, in your opinion, with a bang.

“I bet you five dollars Alfred is gonna text you first.” Jason said, shoving an entire pizza slice in his mouth.

“I don’t think s…” you would reply, but the sound of your notifications cut you off. “Happy New Year, miss Yn.”

Chackling up, Jason had to hold his tummy from hurting after all his laughing. “I told you so.” he said, drying his tears.

“I’m sure he messaged you too.” picking up his phone, you shoved it in his face as Alfred’s message appeared on the screen. Not much later, both your phones lit up with a new notification, Tim’s number showing on your screens, but two very confusing messages that left you two wondering what he meant.

Looking at the text you receive over your shoulder, Jason picked your phone from your hands and placed it right beside his, Tim’s message coming together to say:

Jason’s Yn’s

Happy New Year You Two Fools

“Fuck that nerd.” he shook his head.

“Hey, you’re only supposed to fuck me.” you pouted.

“If you insist, I think that’s a great way to start the new year!”

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Have you drawn flutterdash before?

well I have this drawing that's somewhat recent, then I have this really old one, so I actually haven't posted that much flutterdash art, that's a bit of a shame so here are a few flutterdash drawings I made just now 😊🌈💛🌈💛🌈:

I imagine the upper right one being rainbow dash trying to comfort flutters after a bit of a stressful day and the one under it is inspired by the hurricane fluttershy episode :) the pictures are indeed taken on a potato 🥔