thevioletbutterfly13

[katiascraft]

Hi!! I've been obsess with your works

Now, hear me out because your poll stroke an idea in me 👀👀

How about: Argentine!Reader x Oscar Piastri, and starts teaching him spanish so he can understand Franco's Interviews

Thank you!!

Ooooh yes yes yes!!! Here it is and I hope you like it 💌 thank you for your requests and support! I really appreciate it mwak mwak 😙 (sorry it’s a bit late but better late than never!)

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“Indirectas Directas” | OP81

Part 1 -> “Made in Argentina: The Series” (Oscar’s Version)

Parings: Oscar Piastri x Argentine!Reader.

Summary: you and Oscar have known each other since your best friend Franco Colapinto started competing in F3. You always had a crush on the Australian pilot. You have been friends for a while now but the friendship got closer since Franco got in F1 and you can see each other every race weekend. The butterflies starts for both of you. Do you really just wanna be friends? You teaching him “piropos” from your country may have subliminal messages.

Now playing: “IMÁN (Two of Us)” by Maria Becerra.

Word count: +1.2k.

Warnings: a few curse words. Pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: alrightyyyyy I hope this is good! And I really recommend Maria! I love herrrr my queen!! I did my best with the piropos jajaja Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

“Hola, todo bien?” Oscar said carefully and weirdly remembering what you taught him a few seconds ago. You nodded proud of his Spanish.

“Todo bien, ¿qué contas?” You said in your Argentine accent making him open his eyes wildly panicking. He loved your voice in Spanish; it was slightly higher pitched than in English. In English you have a deeper voice for some reason. Of course he asked about it and you explained it may be because of the pronunciation of the words. It's really so different from one language to the other.

“What the hell did you ask?” He said giggling a little, making you laugh too.

“I asked you what’s up” you explained and wrote down that phrase in the little notebook he brought with a pen. All mc claren branded.

The friendship between you two has become closer with each race. You were good friends before but not that close. It was something either of you couldn’t explain. Like your bodies were driven directly to one another unconsciously. You didn’t want to think too much about it. You didn’t want to overthink it.

His face was like ‘oh yeah right it makes sense’. He smiled at your handwriting so rounded and legible. Unlike his. His was a little messy.

“Yo estoy carrera hoy” he tried to answer it without asking how to. You laughed and he blushed. “This is embarrassing, it's really hard to connect the words” he said shyly and you found it so cute.

“It was close though don’t feel bad. Spanish it’s super complicated for non-Latin language speakers. We have like 20 tenses and shit. It’s a mess” you explained to cheer him up. He loved the fact you knew so much about languages because you also knew how to talk Portuguese and Italian pretty perfectly in his opinion. He has heard you even trying to speak French with Pierre last weekend. He was impressed.

“Yeah I get it now” he said grinning. “Must be nice to flirt in Spanish like I don’t know like you automatically sound sexier and more interesting” he said, making you laugh. “No really like I heard Carlos talking to an interviewer the other day and I think I am in love actually” he said, making you laugh even more. He loved making you laugh. Your laugh was like a drug to him. You looked way too cute doing so.

“Well I don’t know actually but in Argentina we have some top level flirting like really great phrases. Let me teach you some. Wait I’ll look for some on google so I can help myself remember” you said excited about it because you knew it was gonna be bizarre and funny at best.

“Phrases? Like roses are red and that kind of stuff?” He asked curiously and you nodded looking at your phone.

He couldn’t help but get distracted by the way you looked. Like every other race weekend you were wearing one of the million Argentina tees you have in your wardrobe. Your skin was glowing because of the sunscreen making your freckles stand out even more. You dyed your hair blond a few weeks ago and it looked incredible on you. He wouldn’t have expected that change but it looked so good on you. Anyway, he was convinced that anything you do to your hair will always look good always. Because you were beautiful. And he thought that was dangerous. You’re supposed to be friends right? And he knows Franco will kill him if he finds out he likes you. But he couldn’t help it. You were so interesting to him. You went everywhere with your mate and sang a lot of football songs he didn’t understand but you looked so happy singing them with Franco. Like he was captivated by your foreign beauty. So different from Australia or Europe or even the United States. You were loud and always laughing. Your bright smile always makes everyone so happy. All of the boys loved you. You were the life of every party. And you also knew so much about formula 1 it was impressive. Then you told him you were studying for an engineering degree and everything made sense. You loved the sport. And you were the proud friend. He loved that you were so passionate about everything. Even now that you have this teacher and student dynamic, you take it so seriously. He loved it. And he liked it even more because he knew that you were a teacher back in your country. And he could see how much you love to teach and you were actually really good at it.

“Alright I found the first one!” You said already laughing. “Okay ready?” He nodded, smiling, waiting for your magic voice to pronounce the weirdest shit but sound amazing.

“Mi amor, quien fuera cemento para sostener ese monumento” you said and started laughing because his face was a poem.

“What the hell?” He said laughing as well. “What does it mean? It really sounded terrible, " he said dramatically.

“It means: my love, who could be cement to hold that monument” he bursted out laughing.

“What? I don’t know if it’s geniuous or rude to be honest” he said sincerely making you laugh.

“Oh my god that was so cringe I love it” you said looking for another one.

“Don’t even try to make me pronounce that last one please” he warned you funny. You denied with your head.

“Okay I found another one listen: tu con tantas curvas y yo sin frenos. Try to translate it” you said because there were words you already taught him.

“Oh my god alright. Repeat it please?” You repeated it and he thought for a few seconds.

“Uh tu curvas y yo frenos?” He said confused. You giggled a little but applauded proudly.

“Yes! You're getting better Oscky” you said sweetly. “It was: you with so many corners and I have no brakes” you said, smiling funny.

“Oh like the curves of the body right?” You nodded at his questions. “Oh alright I get it! So is like double meaning”

“Exactly” you answered. “Alright last one: besar es el lenguaje del amor, te importaría comenzar una conversación conmigo?” You said blushing. Your subconscious chose this one without leaving you a warning.

“You said something with kiss right?” He asked and you nodded. He blushed too. You were like two teenagers blushing and giggling.

“I said: kissing it’s the language of love. Would you mind starting a conversation?” You explained.

“You wanna kiss me?” His words slipped through his lips.

“Maybe I do” your words slipped through your lips.

You were both so red. An awkward silence made its presence.

“Oscar, sorry to interrupt but Zac is calling us both. Hey y/n, you good darling?” Lando appeared out of nowhere so save yourselves from the worst silence situation you’ve ever been into. Lando hugged you kissing your cheek and you smiled at him. Oscar took his things ready to go.

“All good Land. Hope you have a good reunion. See you after the practices!” You said waving to him. And Oscar gave you a cheeky smile.

Holy shit you’re fucked.

[lowkeyerror]

Talk it Out

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Agatha All Along Finale Spoilers, Angst, I guess it's hurt/comfort, happy ending

Summary: The confrontation between Agatha and Rio goes differently with you there to mediate.

An: I've been itching to write for Agatha. I check the tags everyday for new fics, so I thought maybe I should contribute. Hope you like it

Masterlist

“Are you guys really going to do this? There has to be another way?”

Dark skies with ominous clouds loomed over Agatha's backyard. Rio was perched on the rooftop magic buzzing in her hands. Agatha stood on the ground exhausted from the trials of the road.

You found yourself standing in between the two.

“Darling, there is no other way. I don’t want to hurt you, don’t make me hurt you,” the rage dims in Rio's eyes as she looks at you.

You turn to the other woman. She’s trying to activate her powers, to no avail. You see a panic rise across her features. It's then that Rio begins her attack. When Agatha is flung back, you can’t help but scream her name.

“AGATHA!”

You attempt to run to her side, but vines snake their way up your legs keeping you in place.

“Rio please,” you plead with her.

Agatha answers, “She’s not going to listen to you sweetheart. Death is unkind, cruel even, and she cares for no one.”

Tears brim at your eyes hearing those words. Your whisper doesn’t get lost in the chaos, “That’s not true.”

“You can lie to yourself all you want Agatha, but she knows you’re full of shit,”  Rio hurls a vine at the witch leaving a nasty cut on her ankle.

“Look around Y/n, does this look like love,” Agatha spits out before her back connects with a tree.

Wires and vines alike start to wrap around Agatha, keeping her in place. Rio stalks towards her in a predatory fashion.

“End of the road Agatha, and you know where all roads lead.”

Agatha starts to beg for her life. This whole scene pulls your heart in two different directions.

Your magic was weak in comparison to most, but in this moment that didn’t matter. It was enough to escape the hold from the vines.

Just as Rio was going to blast Agatha out of existence you step between the two. Your hands outstretched to shield Agatha.

“Take me instead,” your gaze is soft when you meet Death’s stare.

“No,” Agatha and Rio speak in unison.

You shake your head, “You don’t get to say no. You need a soul and I’m offering mine.”

“It- it’s not your time,” Rio's excuse is flimsy.

“I’ve been around just as long as she has. I’ve sat by and watched her do the things that she did. I am your lover, just like she is. So you’re taking my soul.”

Agatha protests again, “She can’t have you.”

You turn to face her, “She already does, my love. I do not fear her as you do. I do not resent her. Spending eternity with her does not scorn me. I love her just as I love you.”

A scowl grows on Agatha’s face, “How can you forgive her?”

Rio wants to speak, but you place your hand on her chest, causing her to hold her tongue.

You squat down to Agatha’s level. Your hands caress her face, “I am grateful for what she gave us Agatha. Are you not? We’ve been alive for centuries, yet nothing has ever come close to those 6 years.”

“She took him from us.”

You shook your head, your voice was delicate, “He wasn’t even meant to take his first breath. We might’ve made him from scratch, but there’s only one person that gave him life, and you hate her for it.”

“He was my son too,” Rio speaks, no longer in her fighting stance.

Her eyes boring into Agatha, with a sorrow only death could convey.

Angry tears welled in Agatha’s eyes, “In the middle of the night. When we couldn’t even say goodbye. I was going to- I was going to do better for him, Rio.”

“I had to take him, and if either or you asked me not to… I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it. Don’t you think I would’ve loved to see him grow, Agatha? He was so much of all of us even at that age.”

“He was smart and cunning like you,  Agatha. He had your affinity for nature and balance, Rio. And he.. .”

“Was kind, just like you sweetheart,” Agatha finished your sentence.

Rio frowns, “I took no joy in taking him. In fact, taking a soul has never hurt so much. I didn’t just lose Nicky, I lost you too.”

“Tell her the truth,” you say to Agatha, who shifts a bit under your gaze.

“There’s nothing to tell,” her sentence falls flat at the end, in the way it does when she's lying.

Your tired eyes look at her, “Agatha, please.”

“I ran because I’m scared. Not of you, but of facing Nicky. If he saw who I am, what I’ve become he would-"

“Love you anyway,” Rio spoke with certainty.

It’s then that Agatha fully drops her mask, vulnerability on full display, “How are you sure?”

“You never hid yourself from him. He knows what kind of person you are, he always did. Maybe he wanted you to change, but he still loved you the way you were,” Rio spoke it like a fact.

It broke Agatha. She began to sob, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I’m sorry.”

You began to free Agatha from her spot against the tree. Rio instantly broke the binds after watching you struggle. She was cautious in her approach, of the two of you.

Rio wraps her arms around Agatha. Agatha melts into the embrace, the warmth comforting her. Rio begins to wipe away the woman’s tears.

You watch with a tender gaze and relief flooding through your features.

“No more fighting,” you look between the two of them.

“What about Billy?” Agatha clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.

Rio deflates, taking a step back from Agatha, “I still-”

“I told you to take mine,” you speak up.

Rio’s eyes darken, “I won’t.”

You invade the woman’s personal space. Your arms settle around the back of her neck. You lean into her, forehead resting against hers.

She breathes you in calmly. Eyes fluttering close. You kiss her, deeply. You don’t focus on the pain coursing through you, but rather the softness of her lips, the eagerness of her hands, the warmth of her body.

You can feel yourself slipping, but it doesn’t go too far as you are roughly shoved away from Rio.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!” Agatha yells.

Your breath is ragged as your life force slowly returns to you, “Maybe.”

You don’t think as you shoot your magic at Agatha. You know her instincts, you’ve seen them in action. Without thought she begins draining you of your powers. As you crumble, she rises.

“AGATHA!” Rio’s voice echoes something deadly.

It knocks Agatha out of her trance and she quickly cuts the line between your power and hers. You lay flat on the ground with your eyes open towards the sky. You’re breathing is minimal but present.

Rio looks at Agatha, “You need to give her some back or she won't make it.”

Agatha’s hands are trembling and she tries to out the power back, but nothing is happening.

“She’s- she’s not taking it,” Agatha begins to mumble.

“Y/n you have to receive the power, you have to do it or you’ll die,” Rio says sternly.

“The soul,”  you mumble.

Rio growls, “Forget about the soul, I’ll figure it out, just please.”

Before Agatha can put the magic, back into you again, you’re hit with a bright blue ray of energy. The force with which it hits you makes you jolt into an upright position.

“Is she going to be alright?” Billy jogs over to the scene in front of him.

It’s not what he thought it was going to be originally and for that he’s grateful. Fighting Death was not anywhere near his bucket list.

“Did you-”

“I-I came to fight and then I saw… everything. It just made sense to help,” Billy’s eyes search all 3 women.

You answer him first, “I’m alright, everything is fine.”

“A-are you sure?”

You look to Rio, who is already looking at you, she tells the teen “You are free to go.”

He looks at Agatha first and then you.

“We will around if you need us, don’t fret. This is not a journey, you have to walk alone,” you tell him.

The boy is quick to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You squeeze him back and whisper in his ear, “We will help you find him.”

He nods at your words. He takes one more glance at Agatha and Rio before leaving the yard.

“When are you going to tell him about the road?” Agatha questions you.

“Later, after I’ve spent some time with the women that I love. Both of them,” you say hopefully.

Rio looks at Agatha, you both knew it was her call.

The woman let out a dramatic sigh, “Nothing too strenuous I'm exhausted from all of that hard work.”

“A bath would do you well,” Rio bites back.

Agatha rolls her eyes, “You just want to see me naked.”

Rio chuckles, “Well, it has been quite some time. I’m sure Y/n wouldn't mind an intimate moment with both of us either.”

You shook your head, “Not one complaint.”

“You’re both ridiculous,” Agatha speaks.

“You love it,” Rio counters.

Agatha looks at you and then Rio before letting out a sigh, “I love you both.”

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I can feel in my bones that Shigaraki would praise you after finding out you weren’t wearing panties or a bra just for him in a public setting and this thought has possessed me in a dressing room help my sanity queen 🫶🏻

Can’t Stop Myself

Tags: Shigaraki x fem!Reader, established relationship, smut, exhibitionism (kinda), cunninglus, daddy kink, nsfw, mdni

Synopsis: Tomura finds out you’re not wearing any panties in a dressing room 🤭

An: GODDD IM SO SICK. I LOVE THIS SICK FREAK. can we please not talk about the logistics of this fic because i realize trying on jeans without panties on is DISGUSTING, but this is fictional.

“Don’t make it obvious, and it won’t be a big deal.” Tomura says it like it’s easy. You had begged him to go shopping with you, and he had only one request: to let him watch you try on the clothes.

It was a win-win scenario for him because even if he didn’t like being out in public that much, he loved watching you undress and get dressed. He’s a bit of a pervert when it comes to you. Not to mention, he enjoyed spending time with you.

You were nervous about letting him into the changing room with you for two reasons mainly. You didn’t want to be caught by a store associate and face that level of embarrassment, and you weren’t wearing any panties… You didn’t know how Tomura was going to behave once he found out that information.

With an armful of different clothes to try on, you walk towards an open changing room, and you quickly try to shut the door before your boyfriend quickly slips in. “Trying to shut me out?” He tsked before his hand swatted at your bottom with a nice smack. “Bad girl. We had a deal.” He chides with a sly smile.

Turning to face him, you lightly pouted, and you slowly hung the clothes up on the little clothes hook that was screwed into the wall.

Tomura makes himself comfortable on the bench that they place in dressing rooms, and his eyes carefully roam your body, devouring each and every detail. His cock was already starting to strain inside his boxers from the promise of seeing you naked.

“Can you… look away for just a second?” You ask timidly, knowing that he wasn’t going to oblige in your request, but you asked anyways.

Tomura looked up at you with an almost offended look on his face. “Why would I do that…? I’ve seen you plenty of times before.” His arms cross over his chest, and his legs are spread on the bench. It’s obvious that he has no intention of looking away from you. He wouldn’t dream of missing this for a second.

Sighing, you know there’s no way to get out of this, so you slip your skirt down your legs so you can try on the pair of jeans that caught your eye.

Immediately, Tomura’s mouth waters as he sees your dirty secret. He wasn’t expecting for you to be completely nude underneath your skirt. “What’s this?” He speaks up, and his hand reaches out — fingertips just barely brushing against the flesh of your ass. “Going out in public without panties on?”

The small whimper that escapes your mouth makes him chuckle lowly. “All this? For me?” He questions again as his hand begins to full-on grope you. His lower lip is tucked between his teeth as he admires your beauty. “Were you wanting me to use you while we were out today?”

“Tomura..” You whisper softly with a pleading look in your eye. You had gone commando with the idea of him maybe using you, but you didn’t plan on actually going through with it. Your stomach twists at the idea of getting caught in the act.

“Shh, pretty. Be a good girl and answer my question first.” His fingertips carefully dance toward your cunt — that’s already gripping around air.

“Mhmm..” You hum almost inaudibly, and your boyfriend rewards you by sliding his fingers between your folds, gently rubbing your clit.

His red ochre eyes gaze up at you with an amused look. This is not what he expected from his goody-two-shoes girlfriend, but he can’t help but feel proud of how he’s corrupted you.

Your breath starts to falter to soft pants, and your thighs subtly part for him a bit, allowing him to effortlessly glide his fingers against your glistening cunt.

“Already so wet for me.” He praises lowly before he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. “Come here, pretty. Let daddy reward you properly.”

You look towards the door of the changing room. Luckily, it’s not built like a bathroom stall, and you and Tomura actually have some privacy. However, the walls are still thin, and the store associates will surely get suspicious if you two take too long.

“Don’t keep me waiting now.” Tomura warns, and you quickly shuffle over towards him. His hands carefully part your thighs, and without a second warning, he delves his tongue deep into your wetness — literally humming and softly groaning from your taste.

He’s utterly addicted to you.. to your breathy little sounds.. to your smell.. to your taste. He can never be fully satiated when it comes to you.

Your hands find his hair as you hold on for dear life. Your legs are already shaking while he laps at your wetness like a starved man. Tomura’s cruel for rewarding you like this. He loves the fact that he can look up at you and see what a mess you already are for him — your poor wobbly legs, flushed cheeks, and glassed over eyes.

If he knew he could get away with putting it in you, his cock would’ve already been buried deep into your tight wet entrance, but he knows you too well. You’re too noisy — squealing and whimpering every time he pushes inside.

Instead, you’ll just have to be satisfied with his tongue until you can take his cock better. It’s not like Tomura minds. He’s lapping at you to no abandon.

“Nnngh shi…” You whine softly, trying to move your hips away from his face so you don’t make too much noise.

“Don’t run from me, pretty.” He scolds while giving your bottom a light spank. “Sit on daddy’s face and let him reward you.” His hands part your thighs even further, and his neck is craned upwards so he can keep burying his tongue in your deliciously sopping cunt.

You’re literally dripping on the floor, whining from embarrassment as Tomura’s fingers begin to tease the rim of your entrance. He chuckles against you as your pussy flutters around nothing — desperately crying to be filled by him.

Your eyes double back to the door of the dressing room, checking for the nth time to make sure it was locked. The sound of pop music softly droning on in the store fills the dressing room, thankfully masking the sounds of Tomura devouring your pretty cunt.

Your boyfriend takes this opportunity to stuff you full with two fingers. His tongue continues to swirl around your small bundle of nerves while he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of your tight hole — making the most obscene squelching noises known to man.

Your knees instantly buckle beneath you, and you have to hold onto Tomura to make sure you don’t fall. “What’s the matter, pretty? You wanted me to use you, didn’t you?” He taunts with another small chuckle before going back to slurping down your juices — drinking the sweet nectar of your arousal.

You did want him to use you, but you figured it’d be a lot more subtle than this. You thought maybe he’d subtly slip his hand underneath the table while you two ate lunch, but Tomura seemed to want to make you the lunch. That’s your fault though for forgetting that your boyfriend is an absolute eater.

Your hands tighten around his hair as you’re a complete whiny mess on his face, subtly rocking back and forth to get your fill of his fingers and tongue — both working together to bring you to the edge of a soul-shattering orgasm.

“That’s it, pretty. Give it t’me. Doing so good.” Tomura praises beneath you before he uses his other hand to spank you cunt. “Such a messy pussy. Bet you wish you were getting fucked right now, huh?” He teases before making up to your cunt with sloppy french kisses.

“Mmmph~ Tomura-! Fuck please. please-please.”

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you pretty girl?” He asks as his fingers curl slightly, rubbing attentively against your sweet spot. “Fuck. I can feel you… hah.. tightening around my fingers. Want you on my cock so bad, pretty. Let me out the tip in, please.”

Shigaraki is a complete babbling pussy drunk mess by now — talking complete nonsense while you ride his face and fingers. His cock is pressed firmly against his pants, and his hips can’t help but rock subtly, trying to get whatever friction he can.

“Cum on me. Give everything to me, pretty.” He finally gives you permission, and your orgasm, as if on cue, takes over your body. More juices spill out from you, coating his fingers and hand. Your boyfriend is quick to lick them up and clean himself off.

“Nnn… fuck..” You have to bite your tongue to keep quiet, but you’re sure that everyone has probably already heard you and Tomura.

Your legs tremble as you slowly step back from Shigaraki as he’s still on his knees. Your eyebrows furrow as you see him fumbling with his belt. “What? You thought you were done?” He asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Absolutely not. Now, I have to punish you for being such a slut in public.”

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[ashiyn]

ashy i fucking love u for all the gifs ur making of the irl stuff, it makes me so happy

stop i might just start sobbing, have a cute zed and tango gif that i haven't posted yet as a massive thank you,

[violettierre]

My haitani father Shio headcanon is just a bit too funny cuz of how well it works that it sounds like a waste of perfect canon idea and crossover for both of wakui's works.

Aside from the obvious physical features very very obvious, identical eyes, nose, blonde eyebrows, rindou's face form, ran's hair color palette and (arguably) bonten hair style, blah blah i mean just look a the pictures below, you can also bring up any fact from either manga and add it to the hc and it fits in just SO WELL, i'll give the first example, The Haitanis are very obviously rich spoiled kids like have you seen their apartment? They have a fucking dj set, only rich kids with neglective powerful parents will have no problem paying for that, just saying, and even though i love him let's be real Shio is the type to be that parent, i mean cmon he's rich like crazy rich (filthy yakuza money yum yum) he tots would give his children WAY more than enough allowance so they can leave him alone, also the way they act, i've always the Haitanis were the type of kids that think they own the school cuz their dad is rich .

Nvm if this never becomes canon or both universes don't collide, it's just so entertaining to keep connecting the dots that were likely never there, like how Rindou is a heavy drinker cuz his father drank alot with the rest of the Yotsurugis and he tried to imitate him from a young age that it became an unhealthy habit or if you want to add more drama he only drinks cuz he looks up to his father but Shio favors Ran cuz he can posssibly succeed him (canon power complex) so Rindou resorted to drinking cuz it's the only thing like his dad that he can do. Heck yeah i made it angsty!!!

You can also add great context to his fear of Yakuza, picture this, when he was a kid he got up in the middle of night after hearing a loud noise to search for his parents and witnessed Shio (canon Yakuza) pew pew-ing some poeple and surrounded with scary men, that probably scarred him for life that he was so terrified when Kakucho got them interfering with some, OH OH something just came to mind, if he's the son of a yakuza yeah he didn't wanna clash with other yakuza families cuz it can end in a blood shed and risk his and his family's lives.

And i'm gonna add this one not very small detail and i swear i'll shut up (for now), i know it's just a stupid headcanon that is very far from becoming reality and i don't have to take it this deep but hear me out, why their last name is Haitani and not Yotsurugi like their dad, Shio is powerful and have many enemies right ? So he simply decided to protect his children and their identity by giving them another last name likely their mother's (yk like minato with naruto style plan ?) So Haitani is actually their mom's family name. I rest my case. Thank you for coming to my useless ted talk.

[icarusredwings]

Posting memes that took me 6 seconds to make getting over 50 reblogs vs. my deep charater analysis posts getting 3 likes from the same 3 people who, like all my other posts, is SO social media coded.

As outkast says, "Yall don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance."

But those of you who do wanna hear me AND dance- What do you want from the gas station?

[todayisafridaynight]

call him cake cause he's got layers baby

[doctorsiren]

DOCTORSIREN?????? I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE ON TUMBLR HII

I have one of your songs on spotify (All Real) because i am Transfixed by it i never thought to look for you on here omg

Hello!!! It kinda surprises me how many people don’t know I have tumblr (/lh) but I mean tbf I don’t really link it anywhere HAHA

[preciouspatriots]

immediately recognized this juxtaposition and haven’t known peace since

[gaydogmarriage]

alhaitham is such a lying liar who lies dude. acting like he and the sumeru boys gang have always been besties since forever. "that's how it's always been with the four of us" - man who has barely spoken to most of these people before he decided to team up with them to overthrow the government and regularly skips social gatherings with them. yeah right buddy ok

[shivasdarknight]

one of the things that gets me about fanon lens - especially when you entrench yourself so much in a fan version of a character - is how a character can just slowly be stripped of what they are and who they are because of the self referential nature of fanworks (which isn't inherently bad, don't misunderstand; neglected characters can have new life breathed into them)

which is a long way of getting to: where did people get the idea that estinien's not one to talk, or is bad at effectively talking? I don't mean selectively mute hcs, i mean just very curt. like he's not as flowery as many of the scions or even compared to aymeric, but he's still dramatic and talks a lot. he's precise when he needs to be and extremely blunt, but just because of that doesn't mean he won't ramble

like his whole tangent about where he is today because of the wol right before the Dead Ends in Ultima Thule. his chattiness seems to fluctuate with how comfortable he is with someone, so i'm not really sure where "estinien's bad with words" came from?

he's no politician, but he's good at saying what needs to be said and saying it in a way that matters. yes, there is the whole aymeric thing but avoiding a difficult conversation rooted in guilt isn't the same as being bad at talking. he clearly knows how to get to people - especially to antagonize them into action (see: tiamat, azdaja) - so where did this come from?

[harmoniouseclipse]

Me and my freaking ship charts for my freaky mind

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: THE CITADEL (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Maj. Kaidan Alenko With: Councilor Donnel Udina, Councilor Tevos, Councilor Laiel Sparatus, Cmdr. Armando-Owen Bailey, and Kai Leng And a Special Guest Appearance by: The Illusive Man But sometimes the way a thing goes down does matter, Sophie. Later- when you have to live with yourself. Knowing that you acted with integrity- then it matters. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[gamebunny-advance]

Hmhm~

It finally happened. I finally have a conventionally attractive anime(esque) boy that I can fawn over.

[sighonaraa]

📗 BOOKS!

BOOKS INDEED!!! here is a fic concept that has been rotating through my mind So Much and i WILL write it one day when i. make an effort.

*taps mic* *leans close* so you know how jamie is extremely fucking touch-starved?

WELL. you agree. and even if you don’t, i think it’s pretty clear that this boy simply loves hanging off his friends like a koala that’s been kept in isolation. i would track down evidence but i have not the time. just trust me. it’s true.

so i’m thinking. hm. i’ve put through jamie into a few Situations by this point. perhaps it’s time i give him a little rest. and cuddles. lots and LOTS of CUDDLES!!

sam and jamie are Thee most annoying huggers in the world. every monday morning they stand in the doorway swaying back and forth saying how much they missed each other (a Lot) and refusing to move so colin can get to his locker. dani is a more…. enthusiastic hugger, but at the end of the day he loves snuggling up on the couch with a blanket and a friend and Potato-ing until bedtime. isaac also gives FANTASTIC hugs, but he gives even better head rubs. bumbercatch knows one thousand and one ways to blanket burrito a grown man. jan maas is abnormally tall and all bony angles and he will pick you up in his arms and carry you wherever you wish to go. jamie and colin make up for missing the team pillow fight by having their own VIP pillow fight and promptly falling asleep together on the rubble.

jamie has a real bad time of it, one day. roy gets on the floor with him, fucked knee and all, and encloses jamie in his arms and presses a kiss to his brow. it’s not okay, but it’s better. it’s gonna be better.

TL;DR: Jamie Tartt Gets Platonic Love and Affection Six Ways to Sunday, the fic.