#like... pretty things are nice of course... but the amount of pressure that's put on appearances is nutso

[pianokantzart]

Given the objectively correct results of the Smash Bros. Sexyman contest, how do you think Luigi(and Mario too, why not) would go about rejecting someone? I think it’s time to start being realistic with myself and accept that both bros would visibly wince at the mere sight of me 🥲

Nah, Mario and Luigi have encountered some of the wildest looking freaks conceivable. If I know anything, it's that they are not going to wince at the sight of someone who isn't conventionally attractive.

But as far as rejection goes, I think Luigi would go about it very carefully. He appreciates the sentiment, but would feel the need to gently explain why he doesn't return the feelings, taking every precaution to ensure whoever's crushing on him walks away with as few hurt feelings as possible. He would then proceed to feel bad about it all day. Mario has less tact. He wouldn't feel any pressure to explain himself, but he would make it clear the entire time that– though he doesn't return the romantic feelings– he still highly values that person as a friend.

[flwrkid14]

Do you have any more with tim being dannys favourite? Like danny can't stand most of the others from the batfam but lives tim? Like Danny also being Tim's favourite sibling?

Oh of course I do! Also, i'm under the impression that you want them to be siblings instead of dating since you mentioned siblings... so that's what I wrote! Hope i was correct abt that...

Danny doesn’t hate the others. Not really. He’s just... overwhelmed by them. They're loud, dramatic, emotionally volatile in ways that hit a little too close to home sometimes. It’s like being dropped into someone else's deeply dysfunctional group chat and told to vibe. It’s a lot.

Bruce makes everything feel clinical. Like Danny’s a science experiment he’s still trying to figure out how to categorize. Dick tries too hard to make everything feel warm—like he’s overcompensating for something, and Danny can't tell if it’s guilt, hope, or both. Jason won't stop trying to bond over dying. (“You’ll get it,” he says with a weird amount of enthusiasm. “It builds character.”) Damian? Danny still doesn’t know if the kid wants to fight him or be adopted by him. Maybe both.

Cass is kind, but intense. She doesn’t say much, but when she looks at him, it’s like she can see straight through him—and Danny’s not used to being known like that. It’s a little terrifying. Also a little comforting. Steph talks like she’s trying to keep the silence from eating them all alive. She’s funny, bright, and completely overwhelming. Danny kind of adores her and also wants to nap every time she leaves a room. And Duke… Duke’s nice. That’s the word. Just—nice. In a way that feels genuine. Like he hasn’t been hardened by all the things that cracked the others. Danny’s pretty sure Duke is the only one who asked if he was okay, just to ask. No ulterior motive. No interrogation. He's pretty okay in Danny's book, all things considered.

And then there’s Tim.

Tim who doesn’t push. Tim who doesn't ask for more than Danny can give. Tim who just gets it. That quiet kind of presence, like—he’s not trying to fix Danny, he’s just letting him exist. And that’s rare.

Danny finds himself drifting toward Tim like it’s gravity. Not because Tim’s the loudest or most interesting or most persistent, but because Tim’s the easiest to breathe around. No pressure. No expectations. Just an unspoken understanding that yeah, the world’s heavy, and yeah, we’re doing our best with it anyway.

And for Tim? Danny’s the first sibling who didn’t come with decades of history he couldn’t live up to. Who didn’t try to put him in a box, or define him by what he was or wasn’t. Danny never asked him to be a Robin or a Wayne. He just asked if Tim was okay, and when Tim said “not really,” he didn’t press. He just nodded and passed him a soda and sat next to him until the silence felt comfortable again.

They don’t say “you’re my favorite” out loud. It’s in the little things. It’s in the way Danny saves the last piece of cake for Tim. In the way Tim makes sure Danny has a pillow on movie nights, even if it means giving up his own. In how Danny will stand in front of Tim when tensions rise in the Cave, without saying a word. In how Tim always checks if Danny’s phased into the ceiling before turning off the lights.

They’re not flashy about it. They don’t have to be. They’re not loud or dramatic or even particularly affectionate.

They just are.

And sometimes, being someone’s favorite isn’t about declarations or labels—it’s about who you look for first when things go sideways. It’s about who makes you feel a little more human when you’re not sure if you still are.

Tim’s that for Danny. Danny’s that for Tim. And really, what more could they ask for?

[rottenblur]

Say cheese|A.ANDERSON

Summary: An innocent gift of a polaroid camera is cute in thought, but of course Abby couldn’t keep it innocent for long. 600 words (very quick written)

Warnings: PWP???? Ish established relationships. Strap use. Abby calling the strap her cock , choking, overstimulation mention, strap sucking mention, polaroid nudes (she takes pics of you as she is fucking you with the strap) Abby calling you baby. Crying during sex,(due to overstimulation),,,,abby enjoying it.

Whoever thought giving you and Abby a polaroid camera was a good couple gift, you wish they could see you now.

Abby had your legs spread, fucking you for an hour at this point. In and out, in and out, your brain fucking gone.

“Abby please.” You say as she pounds into you with no mercy. “What baby? ‘s it too much?” She mocks you as she takes one hand off your chest, moving it down to your clit.

The bedsheets wet with sweat and your own slick, her hips banging off your ass in every thrust, leaving the room with a echoing wet sound.

She smiles at you picking up her pace with her hips, the tip hitting your cervix bound to be bruised tomorrow. Her fingers work lazy circles, on you, her boxers wet from you. Her arms and stomach wet with sweat, the whole room smelt like pussy and sweat.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” She says watching the strap go in then out of you, how she wasn’t tired was confusing, you couldn’t understand it, to be fair you couldn’t understand anything right now.

You whine back to her not being able to make out words, your mouth open and hands placed above your head. You watch the way every time she thrusts in, her face tightens up as if she can actually feel inside you.

“Drunk all over my cock, so sweet.” She says, following it with a grunt as she speeds up her fingers. This pulls tears to your eyes and a moan from your throat. The overstimulation from cumming so many times was too much.

A wide smirk comes on Abby’s face when she sees your tears, she leans over, strap still fucking into you, grabbing the camera. “Wait Abby, what?” You try to see through your blurry, tearful eyes, then you hear a click followed by a flash blinding your eyes.

“So fucking sweet.” She continues fucking you, one hand on the camera the other rubbing tight circles on that sweet ball of nerves. Everything is sore from your neck down to your knees. Abby had a thing for you sucking the strap, the way your eyes filled with tears as you choked on it was gold to her.

Your face tightens up, as you feel yourself coming to your climax, tears still streaming down your face. Click then flash, you were scared to see how desperate you looked crying while Abby fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re so pretty when you cry oh god.” She looks at you as you clench around her, grabbing her arm for support. She knocks your hand off, putting her’s tightly around your neck with the perfect amount of pressure. She picks up the pace, pulling more tears out of you, click then a flash.

She lays the camera back down, putting her fingers back on your clit as you whine to her. “Abby, ‘m gonna.” Her fingers matching the pace of her hips. “I know baby, cum for me, cum all over me.” You do, releasing all over her, your mind fuzzy as she fucks you through it till you’re heavy breathing and dripping down to the sheets.

She pulls out, taking her hands off you, neck sore, hole empty and achy. “So fucking pretty.” She says looking at the now developed pictures.

The next morning she sent you out to get the both of you coffee, it was nice, it was your time alone and Abby knew you loved it. She gave you her wallet as she insisted on paying. You get to the coffee shop, reach into her wallet to get the cash and pay but you drop it.

Three polaroid pictures fall out and onto the floor. You hand the cash over, stepping to the side to wait for the drinks you take a look. Hey, the two of you took more than just those pictures last night. It couldnt be them. You see yourself glossy, tear filled eyes, nude hickey covered body with Abby’s hand on your neck. You dont even dare to look at the other two.

A/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those that celebrate it.) i didnt make it hella clear that it’s Christmas time in this just for the people that don’t celebrate it!! I got my inspo for this from “good decoration” by frank ocean hope yall like it bye bye

[hannie-dul-set]

EXTENSION: AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING.

p — LEE JENO x female! reader. g — gang leader! jeno, actress! reader, humor, tension tension tension, jeno realizes his type in women after getting kidnapped by his celebrity crush. w — swearing, kidnapping, crime in general. 1.4k words.

note — part 2 to an unlikely fanmeeting. to the anon who said that they envisioned eric from tbz as the ex boyfriend, this one's for u. enjoy.

a swoosh on the top. a loop at the bottom. two slopes intersecting before breaking of to scratch a little heart at the tail end. the ink is red. it’s always red.

“is this all?”

you remove the cardstock from the table, and with a sharp movement you snap your arm straight, presenting it to him. jeno looks at your signature— with the pretty loops and all, but he smacks his tongue in disappointment. there’s an impatient twitch on your brow as you eye him, waiting seated on the other side of your desk. jeno snatches the autographed card, “of course not," then tucks it into the chest pocket of his no longer damp shirt.

there’s a clench of your jaw, a tightening of your stare. your eyes stopped quivering even since starting the deal. a shame, because jeno had a lot of fun backing you into a corner.

still, he likes seeing you mad too— sharp gaze, knitted brows, lips on the verge of a sneer— almost foreign to the gentle and sweet expressions natural to your features. there’s no mix of melancholic blue like when you’re acting out a scene. this one’s impersonal, like you’ve got no shits to give. it’s red. all red.

jeno prefers red.

he leans a little closer. your annoyance shifts to suspicion. he rests an arm on your desk, shifting his weight to it. a single tap on the stack of blank cardstock. “i need a couple bit more,” he says, a quirk of the lips. “my boys like you a lot, too.”

a pause. then a sigh. you roll your eyes and shoo him off your personal space with a wave, to which he hums and obediently follows, and while the scratches of pen against paper fill your office space, jeno takes the once in a lifetime opportunity to snoop around a celebrity’s room.

the whole is flushed with dark mahogany, a singular lamp illuminating the area from the ceiling. there’s a case lined with countless trophies and plaques and certificates and awards. there’s a wall with a giant poster of your face on it. he flits his eyes over to you on the desk, blank faced as you sign each layer of cardstock one by one like a machine, then back to the bigger version of your face on the wall, smiley-eyed and innocent.

there’s a laugh trying to claw out of his throat. he spins his heels and returns to your desk.

“wait," he says, interrupting you from finishing the last card on the pile. your hand jerks to a stop. you look up at him, what now? on your expression. jeno is pretty sure he’s done a negative amount of good things to deserve seeing all these different kinds of faces from you. “can you put park jisung on that one?”

“what?”

“nice kid. a little clumsy. good with the bat,” jeno answers and you look like you could care less. “he cried three times watching sunwater. give him a little treat.”

you, once again, let out a exhale and continue writing with a rather aggressive scribble, ending the note with a pressure-pointed dot in the bottom right corner. “happy?” you deride.

he hums, “that’s not the attitude of someone who wants something from me,” and slides the stack of cards to his side of the desk, collecting it between his hands and slides them in between each other with a shuffle. “but anyhow, let’s get to talking.”

“finally.”

three loud taps on the table as he sets down the autographed cards. jeno takes the plush seat in front of your desk and drags it closer.

“you want us to abduct your ex boyfriend.” you affirm. “who is it? the eric sohn guy i keep seeing you on the news with?” a look of judgement overrides your expression. jeno simply shrugs. you can’t blame him for the fact that your face and name is everywhere.

“whatever,” you sigh. “anyway, yes, i want that bitch back here. he ran away to japan after i caught him fucking shin yona two days before our god damned anniversary.”

“damn. his loss.” 

“the fucker knows i can’t run after him because my schedule is packed this week. one of which is an ad shoot with the bitch yona, by the way. if she doesn’t pull out voluntarily, i’ll see to it that she does.”

you sure do swear quite a lot. “i think i’ve seen her before. was it firefly? i don’t know, that movie was crap.”

again, with the look of heavy judgement. makes him want to keep egging you on on purpose.

“i get it that you’re a fan, but this isn’t a god damned fanmeeting, you know.”

jeno looks at you, a ghost of a grin on his lips. “does your company know you act like this?” 

“of course not, how’d you think i stayed in the industry for so long if i don’t know how to act fake,” you roll your eyes. “back to the point. eric sohn. japan. can you bring him back here?”

“consider it done,” he says. his phone is out. you returned his shit earlier after wrapping things up in the basement. he then keys in a couple texts to a few contacts, eyes flickering between you and the screen. “and then what do you want? how badly do you wanna see him ruined? a few broken ribs and bruises? ‘til his face is unrecognizable? or—”

jeno closes his phone and drops it back into his pocket. he leans forward to get a better look at your face. 

his voice is low, quiet, and hushed, yet pulls down the air into the ground with a gravity heavier than that of the earth’s.

“want him dead?” 

silence permeates the room. he can’t read the thoughts running inside your pretty little head— save for the inkling that you don’t find his last suggestion the very least bit appealing.

“are you stupid? don’t you dare fucking touch him.”

your voice is aghast— offended. well, what did he expect. you might’ve acted the entire night like you had little to no regard to violence and the law— sending a bunch of men to kidnap him and all and waking up tied in a shady basement inside your own home, a few suspicious materials here and there, that’s got him thinking you’ve got graver intentions than a simple splash of water and a probably slap in the face.

“i only asked you to bring him to me and nothing more. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

but maybe there’s still a line that you you’re not willing to cross. 

“what’s the point if i don’t get to fuck him up myself?”

jeno feels a rattle in his bones.

he drills his eyes into you— your face, devoid of any jest or hint of hesitation. it’s all red and raw reprehension.

“what? the hell are you staring at?”

the words tumble out of his lips before he knows it.

“think you could let me watch?”

there’s a pause. it’s cold and quiet in your office. you’re looking at him like he just desecrated your parents graves. in jeno’s defense, you put the image in his head and his mouth doesn't have the safety on. when he doesn’t take it back, you sigh, place a set of fingers on your temple, and say, “get the job done first before making any extra requests.” 

well, that’s not a no at the very least.

“i’ve already made my payment so you better see to it that you accomplish your end of the deal.”

eyes flicker to the thin stack of autographed cards. he gets up from the chair with a rattle and takes it off the desk. “you sure about this, doll?” he asks, gaze flitting back to your face. “if word gets out, you’d be pretty much kissing your career goodbye, you know.” and after receiving your payment, he sets his arms down on the surface, leaning forward, grabbing taking out the red pen you’ve been using and scribbling his contact information on a spare sheet of paper.

he drops the pen with a clatter and takes a look at your expression.

“that’s fifteen years down the drain.”

you look like you’re tired of his shit.

“if word gets out that means you’re crap at your job,” you sneer, slapping your hand over the note as he finished writing. you slide it over to you with a screech. “didn’t you say you could handle this better than the incompetent fucks that brought you here?”

you’re looking up at him like you’re looking down, eyes snapped up, expectant and unforgiving.

jeno puts his hands up in a surrender, a sliver of a smile playing on his lips.

“you got it.”

AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

[waitingandwishing]

could I request sbg gang (or just Tyler) with reader that does track and field and has a strong arm in javelin and a fast 200 meter? okay bye have a great day or night 💘

oml so sorry i haven't responded sooner lol!

-> context: track is actually really impressive

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: none

You were literally the fastest person in the sbg group, I'm not even kidding. Honestly, they get dust kicked in their faces every time they're running away from the phantoms!

When you're heading to Ashlynn's house for the jeep in the other dimension, you're the first one to try and open the car door (Also the first one to figure out it was locked)

You were also pretty strong. Every time taylor and tyler bet money on who would win an arm-wrestling contest between you and aiden, tyler seemed to win every time for some odd reason. He obviously bet on you.

And when you and the group had gone to play baseball with tyler, somehow you got a triple? Either it was because you were pretty fast or because your arms were pretty strong. Maybe both if I'm being honest.

Your hands were always calloused and/or blistered as well. You remembered how the blister under your ring finger had popped and vowed to always wrap your fingers and keep your hands dry at practiced.

There was also that weird mental thing that went on in your head whenever you had sprinted fast. Take when you were running from the facility as an example. As soon as you started sprinting, your mind had checked your body for what was wrong and what was right. 'Hands flat. Eyes down. Breathe once.'

And when the gunshots started, it was as if everything had been fast but slow at the same time. You were hyper-aware of your form and your heartbeat. You didn’t feel your legs move. You felt flight, like your body was dragging your brain behind it.

You're body instinctively froze because subconsciously, you knew if you hadn't tensed, you'd lose the race. The race being your life of course.

It was hard managing sports and the mental drain of the other dimension though. You had obviously noticed the decline in your throws and how you couldn't hit your personal best as easily when running. One day it was ‘run like hell,’ the next day it was ‘hold your body and breathe here, then throw and rotate your hip.’

The pressure messed with your head a lot. Thankfully, your friends were there for you. They always were because who else would understand your situation?

Honestly, Ashlynn thinks it's pretty impressive with how fast your sprint is. She knew you did track and field from the beginning of class since you mentioned it but when you had been running away from those phantoms like in the forest, you practically zipped past her.

Aiden thinks its cool how strong you are and always challenges you to arm wrestles (Even though he always loses). To be honest, he didn't realize how strong you were until you uncorked a 60-meter throw like it was nothing.

Logan admires your strength. As someone who's always been seen as the 'weak one', he found it amazing how fast and strong you were. He's kind of afraid of you, but with how fast you immediately clocked Barron in the head back at the arcade, he found you to be pretty great.

Ben thinks it's nice to see someone stronger than others still be nice. He finds it relatable to be able to pummel someone to the ground but choose not to because they're nice. Aiden keeps on telling the both of you to arm-wrestle, but you've both refused multiple times in hopes of keep some tables intact.

Taylor has lost some serious amounts of money to Tyler. Every time she thinks Aiden will beat you, she's seriously mistaken. You and her are good friends though, and she likes seeing her brother be put in his place when the group's playing baseball with each other and you somehow almost get a homerun.

Tyler likes you. You can pull your own weight and your friendly, what more was there to say? Sure, you could possibly beat him in baseball but it wasn't like you were serious about it. He did appreciate it when you shared your athletic tape with him though.

When you're heading to Ashlynn's house for the jeep in the other dimension, you're the first one to try and open the car door (Also the first one to figure out it was locked)

You were also pretty strong. Every time taylor and tyler bet money on who would win an arm-wrestling contest between you and aiden, tyler seemed to win every time for some odd reason. He obviously bet on you.

And when you and the group had gone to play baseball with tyler, somehow you got a triple? Either it was because you were pretty fast or because your arms were pretty strong. Maybe both if I'm being honest.

Your hands were always calloused and/or blistered as well. You remembered how the blister under your ring finger had popped and vowed to always wrap your fingers and keep your hands dry at practiced.

There was also that weird mental thing that went on in your head whenever you had sprinted fast. Take when you were running from the facility as an example. As soon as you started sprinting, your mind had checked your body for what was wrong and what was right. 'Hands flat. Eyes down. Breathe once.'

And when the gunshots started, it was as if everything had been fast but slow at the same time. You were hyper-aware of your form and your heartbeat. You didn’t feel your legs move. You felt flight, like your body was dragging your brain behind it.

You're body instinctively froze because subconsciously, you knew if you hadn't tensed, you'd lose the race. The race being your life of course.

It was hard managing sports and the mental drain of the other dimension though. You had obviously noticed the decline in your throws and how you couldn't hit your personal best as easily when running. One day it was ‘run like hell,’ the next day it was ‘hold your body and breathe here, then throw and rotate your hip.’

The pressure messed with your head a lot. Thankfully, your friends were there for you. They always were because who else would understand your situation?

Honestly, Ashlynn thinks it's pretty impressive with how fast your sprint is. She knew you did track and field from the beginning of class since you mentioned it but when you had been running away from those phantoms like in the forest, you practically zipped past her.

Aiden thinks its cool how strong you are and always challenges you to arm wrestles (Even though he always loses). To be honest, he didn't realize how strong you were until you uncorked a 60-meter throw like it was nothing.

Logan admires your strength. As someone who's always been seen as the 'weak one', he found it amazing how fast and strong you were. He's kind of afraid of you, but with how fast you immediately clocked Barron in the head back at the arcade, he found you to be pretty great.

Ben thinks it's nice to see someone stronger than others still be nice. He finds it relatable to be able to pummel someone to the ground but choose not to because they're nice. Aiden keeps on telling the both of you to arm-wrestle, but you've both refused multiple times in hopes of keep some tables intact.

Taylor has lost some serious amounts of money to Tyler. Every time she thinks Aiden will beat you, she's seriously mistaken. You and her are good friends though, and she likes seeing her brother be put in his place when the group's playing baseball with each other and you somehow almost get a homerun.

Tyler likes you. You can pull your own weight and your friendly, what more was there to say? Sure, you could possibly beat him in baseball but it wasn't like you were serious about it. He did appreciate it when you shared your athletic tape with him though.

(So sorry if this isn't accurate, i'm not familiar with track and field so i tried my best to do the best I could!!!)

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

POMEFIORE 

Vil Schoenheit 

You’re gonna have to schedule an appointment with Vil’s manager first darling, but, because you’re his friend he will accept the request free of charge

Literally started this entire hc series because of this man, the way I draw him does not match up to his standards whatsoever

The best model you could ask for, because it’s Vil so of course, but Pomefiore can prepare any set you ask for in the snap of a finger and they’re giving you a free spa treatment after this???

And that’s exactly why he’s the worst model you could get

Pressure cranked up to 100%

His face is so symmetrical and oh god rook is breathing over your shoulder, staring as you work and he hasn’t blinked in a w h I l e

Once you’re done Vil gives a balanced amount of positive feedback and helpful criticism

But rook

Dude is n it p ic k y, there’s no malice but the guy is intensely observing everything Vil does daily so he definitely has stuff to say no matter how good you do

If you don’t mind the bone crushing pressure, this is probably the most helpful session you could get with genuinely good advice and tips at least in the realm of drawing people as beautiful as Vil

Its either -100/10 or 100/10 depending on how much pressure you put on yourself im sorry but if I were asked to draw a portrait of fucking Beyonce while she sat right in front of me I would cry

Rook Hunt

Boy is grinning ear to ear

Contrary to… Above, Rook is very happy to model for you

Rook is very skilled at staying still for prolonged periods of time even in the most precarious positions so go crazy (revenge)

Usually he’s the observer so to be the one being observed is kind of nice to him in a way

Once you’re done he improvs a unique poem about your masterpiece and how much he loves it 

Whether it’s stickman or hyperrealism on ms paint, he’s framing your work and hanging it up in his room

Next thing you know there’s a scented letter full of flowery poems detailing his gratefulness and his awe at your skill, as well as a huge oil painting of you ready to be hung up somewhere in Ramshackle dorm

This stuff probably comes naturally to him

9/10 Actually quite pleasant for, well, Rook

Epel Felmier

Vil hasn’t gotten around to teaching him how to pose for portraits yet cuz he’s really trying to hammer in the basics first but he will do his best!!

After you actually manage to convince him to do it that is

Posing for a portrait sounds stiff and boring and he’s already forced to put up with that everyday at his dorm

Bribes? Pomefiore basically has everything he needs and more

Food? Vil is gonna kill him if he eats anything outside his meal plans

A place to hide from Vil? Ramshackle is falling apart, he breaks in visits every other day with the other first years already

Your hand in marriage? I don’t think you should be offering something like that for a portrait

A competition? Ya bet yer ass I’m winnin

And now you’re drawing Epel while Epel is drawing you, with the other first years acting as judges

Honestly pretty fun, the atmosphere is light hearted

The other first years are arguing at the side and both of you aren’t super cut throat about it, cracking jokes and laughing at the dumbass combo whenever they do or say something distracting

You exchange the portraits at the end and Epel actually had a good time so it’s a win win situation and yall get to have a sleepover later

He challenges you to an apple carving competition next 

8/10 Turned into more of a first year hangout but it was a good time so who’s complaining

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia  

[wayfayrr]

Toucan play at this game

Part two of Birds without feather flock together!!! this is a direct continuation of the previous fic and it was also commissioned by @lost4pandora <3 this time there's more fluff and just overall softness

[masterlist]

“Pressing in what way? Because I know Wild wouldn’t have been so upset with simple ‘questioning’.”

“I- you remember what you did for me during the war? The um-”

“So you’ve been pushing him about getting prosthetic wings.”

Makes sense why wars has been looking guilty now, if it wasn’t for the fact that they knew it was possible from me helping to repair his back in the war, then they wouldn’t be able to push it so hard. It’s not exactly his fault as long as he wasn’t one of the few that’ve been pressuring him. 

“Well, the others have. I backed off after the first time it was talked about because I respect Wild’s decision. Wars however…”

“It - I, I wanted to drop it but the others, well they wouldn’t exactly let me. I-”

“He w’s their shin’n example.”

“Wild’s right, as much as I wanted to let the topic just drop…”

“Wars struggles to tell the others no sometimes.” Not like I needed to be told that, after how much time I’ve spent around him it’s pretty clear he has a hard time saying no to anyone really. Every time I asked him the smallest favour he always did it without question, often times above what I asked for too. His will to please is often his fatal flaw. He still could have stood up more though seeing how much it affected Wild, they were doing it out of concern, no need to flip out at them yet. 

“I am aware. He’s shown that off time and time again.”

“Huh? but it’s only to people he’- don’t shove me like that!?”

“I know. I know trust me. It’s something I’m working on.” What was Sky going to say if wars hadn’t interrupted him there? Does it really matter though, what this is supposed to be is learning why this pressing has been so bad for Wild and how to get the rest to drop it. Although the time away from the group seems to be doing him good, his familiar weight pressing into my side as he’s making himself comfortable leaning on me. 

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been upsetting him though, does it?”

“Well no it-”

“Yeah it doesn’t, does it.”

They’re both fumbling a little bit now, Wars a considerable amount more than Sky, who’s admittedly keeping a fair amount of this new colder unbothered demeanour of his about him. It’s both oddly comforting and at the same time chilling, without Wild here to help keep the warm in my bones I might have frozen to the touch. I can’t say I wouldn’t want to see more of it. 

“So I take it that one of you is going to tell Time and the others to start laying off of him before I take matters into my own hands. Wars preferably? Seeing as you’re the one who’s pretty much the cause of this.”

“Wars should certainly be the one to do it.” 

The growl in Sky’s voice was completely new, even to someone who’s been travelling with him for longer; Isn’t a growl usually a sign of a bird being aggressive? Is he getting aggressive for our sake�� why does my face feel so warm all of a sudden; and are Wild’s tail feathers poofing up? Huh… Maybe there’s something else to question if we get any privacy from wars later, although… It’s probably better for Wild and I to discuss things first, so that neither of us get hurt. 

“I- well, I- yes. I do need to take some responsibility for my part in this after all, don’t I?”

“It’d be the first step to earning both Wild and I’s trust in you back, if you want to do that anyway.”

“Huh - What of course I want to- why wouldn’t I?”

“Why wouldn’t you? Because you’ve shown that you put the pressure of the chain as more valuable than their feelings you fool.”

Wars looked worse than if he were slapped across the face at that; it’s nice not having to be the one to call him out on it either, because Hylia above I know I would have been worse than Sky was. I care for Wars, of course I do, but the fact that he simply went along with this when he saw how much it was affecting my sweet little bird? I would have made him regret it. Which he knows.He’s got the decency to look ashamed though. Standing with his wings drawn close to him, looking smaller than Sky for once even; although with how much he’s puffed out it’s not that hard to look smaller than him. 

“Guys.”

With the speed at which both of them turned their heads, I’m surprised that neither of them got whiplash or worse. The silence was more deafening than it should have been too; the whole forest around us seemingly dropping dead.

“I think it’s for the best that Wars goes back now so that we can avoid most of the fallout.”

“They’ll just question you later instead.”

“Yes, but we won’t be there for the Immediate backlash.”

“You’ll only be putting it off though.”

“You should go back now and tell them we’ll stay here for the night.”

It’s good that Wild feels comfortable enough to be speaking again now, and well I can’t say that having him be so assertive isn’t nice either. He’s still just as cuddly though so nothing was lost, except for maybe a little bit more of the captain's self-esteem as his wings droop even lower.

“Sky and I can go back to the main camp then. Throw ourselves to the wolves for you.”

You can hear the nerves in his voice now; letting out a quiet warble with frantic glances in sky’s direction. Why is he so worried about going back alone? 

“‘d prefer if Sky stayed here.”

“Oh?”

That was the biggest possible stroke to Sky’s ego that he could have given the man, made immediately clear by how much he puffed himself up and started getting flustered. Even going so far as to let out the softest little trill, competing with Wild for the cutest bird. Wait what am I thinking - why am I even - I don’t - I don’t see sky in that way. Do I?

“Mhm, I wanna be with the people I trust r’ght now.”

“And I’m one of those people!?”

“... you don’t trust me?”

“No… not at the minute.”

That seemed to be the nail in the coffin of the captain’s ego, leaving it shattered on the floor now; now he’s just looking between me and Sky for something is it pity he wants? Whereas Sky walked over with the biggest grin on his face, like the cat that got the cream. Since when did he get so damn pretty? 

“Can - Will I be able to earn it back?”

“In time, if you prove you really want to. But not now.” 

“That - yeah I can live with that. I’ll prove it to you that I will- that I can.”

And with one final teary-eyed glance between us, he turned and left. Leaving the three of us alone. I can’t say that I’m surprised that Wild trusts Sky but to want him here after the argument, well that is surprising. I can talk to him about it later though, maybe we could get him to collect some firewood while we collect our thoughts. 

“So what are we doing now? I guess I’m staying up here for the night. Unless you two would prefer some privacy in a bit?” 

“I - I’d like you to stay, please. Just, could you possibly give us a little bit of time, a few minutes even?”

“Yeah, some time to process everything would be lovely.”

“That works well, I’ll just go fly around for a bit and don’t worry I won’t listen in on you.”

Now it’s just Wild and I sitting alone on the plateau like we were back at the start of our journey again. 

Waiting till Sky was high enough to the point where we wouldn’t have to be worried about hearing anything as he circled the area lazily before going to perch somewhere. Leaving us to discuss everything. Well after sitting down and getting as comfortable as we both could, which meant sitting with Wild snuggled up against me.

“So them pressing you is why you’ve been so stressed recently? Why didn’t you come to talk to me about it my lil fluffball?”

“Didn’t want you overreacting.”

That- that’s fair, I can see why he thought I could have done that. 

“But I wouldn’t have done anything that you wouldn’t have wanted me too.”

“Mhm, I know ‘s just worried about it.”

“Okay that’s understandable love, but please don’t hesitate to tell me if it ever happens again. I don’t want you dealing with it alone.”

“I won’t, I promise. Besides I’ve got sky, wolfie and you now.”

“Oh? Sky’s made it into that list fast hasn’t he?”

“He’s a good friend to me, and I know there’s something going on between the two of you too.”

What? What does he mean by that? 

“I’m not blind my beloved, you look at him the same way you looked at me before we were together.”

I could feel my face lighting up now. Between everything he’s saying and the fact that he’s pressing kiss after kiss on my neck. My sly little bird trying to stop me from really being able to focus. Just because he doesn’t want to talk about his own issues. If he thinks I’ll drop it over him trying this he’s dead wrong.

“No, no there isn’t anything there link. And anyway we’re supposed to be talking about you here.”

“I’m not bothered, you know. I think sharing you with him would be nice.”

“Link I’m trying to talk about you being upset, not about whatever you’re imagining right now. Please stop trying to change the topic.”

“He looks at you the same way too, wouldn’t you at least want to try?”

[aerequets]

pls... i didn't know how to send a number (i thought i had to reblog it?) and then realizing it's using asks... 🤦‍♀️ LOL

anyways, i really wanted to ask #6!

LOL thats so real 😂😂

6. what's the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

Oooh this one is very interesting 👀 I think in my case, because I separate my art account so fully from my personal life, I feel free to draw/post whatever I want which is really cool. i also just love being in online spaces where people will post analyses, headcanons, fics, art, and all around amazing work and just build off each other. like the amount of thought and excitement that we can all share over the same thing is really nice and very rooted in an online format, so (at least in my experience) fandom is pretty exclusive to being online.

on the flip side though, i guess another consideration is that creators will feel very pressured to keep putting out work the more their following grows. i had that happen to me, more so 4ish years ago when i began posting on instagram. my following grew kind of quickly and that made me feel like i had to post very frequently, or it would all fall off. of course its been a lot of time and i even took a fat break from instagram (only going back bc i realized ppl were reposting my stuff anyways 💀) so now its more chill, but its a very easy trap to fall into especially if you've just started to grow your following.

Anyways I didn't mean to yap so much HAHA this is a really good question! thank you sam ♥

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hola chicaa i have a request!

You’re a waitress in pedri’s parents restaurant so you know them for a while and pedri is slowly fallin in love with you🙈

Changed this up in the tiniest bit

This was rushedly ended and it's not revised, sorry if there's any mistake or misspelled word😭

El Bar Tasca -Pedri González

Summary: You're a worker in El Bar Tasca Fernando and managed to catch the attention of your bosses youngest son, Pedro.

"¡Y/N, hija!" Fernando, your six months boss said with a smile on as you waved at him through the screen of your phone.

"Señor Fernando" You smile "¿Cómo están? ¿Qué tal Barcelona?" (How are you? How's Barcelona?)

"Pues todo muy bien" He smiled "¿Qué tal ha dido el día de hoy?" (Everything's good. How was today?) You nod smiling.

"Pretty busy but nothing la señorita Candelaria and I couldn't handle" You show the old lady into the camera as she smiles and waves "We're actually closing up now"

"Hombre, pues eso está muy bien. Me alegra mucho" (Man, that's really good. I'm glad) He smiled.

"¿Qué tal el partido? He visto que ya han levantado el trofeo, Rosy me ha estado enviando fotos de ustedes sin parar" (How was the mathc? I saw they already lifted the throphy, Rosy has been sending me pics of you nonstop) You both laugh "Fer me ha enviado un video suyo como guardametas" (Even Fer sent me this video of yours as a goalkeeper)

"El muy pillo me ha agarrao' fuera de base" (The smart one has gotten me when I least expected it) You laughed.

You knew about his oldest son, Fernando and often when he came here, you talked to him and the two of you spent nice time, laughs and jokes thrown all over the place, you chatted when he's at his Barcelona house and keeping a nice friendship but you still haven't met his youngest son, Pedro. With him being the star of the family, he was always busy and couldn't travel back home the same amount of time his brother did.

And now, he had won LaLiga and Rosy and Fernando were desperate to go and be with him but they were hesitant to leave the restaurant since their manager left but you told them you could take care for a few days of the Bar and tried to relieve some of their pression out. Of course, they didn't wanted to at first, not liking to put more pression on your shoulders, they knew you had work and Uni work and combined were a lot but you brushed their comments and grabbed the Bar's keys softly from Rosy's hold.

"Go and see your boys" You said "The Bar will be on good hands"

And they knew it would be. Even with the relative short amount of time you have been working there, they had grown to love you like a daughter and you love them like your second parents and they knew you were such a responsable, smart and overall good girl. That's why after a long talk of how they were going to make it up for you and you trying to dismiss it, accepted and left.

That's how you came here on the facetime thing, they didn't wanted you to pressure yourself and often Rosy or Fernando checked up on you with a message or a call, this time Fernando was truly excited that he called to show you around the whole place since he knew you liked football.

"¡Y/N, cariño!" You heard Rosy before you could see her but once you did you smiled brightly at her

"Rosy, you're looking gorgeous! I'm glad you're having a good time over there!" You replied excited

"We are, Y/N/N" She smiles "Have you seen this? Is gorgeous!" You nod lightly

"Fernando was showing me around a bit, it does look very hermoso" Rosy was about to talk but you soon saw Fer coming in, you first saw a part of his hand, then his hair and his eyes to finally see his whole face in a smile

"¡Señorita!" (Young lady!) He said as you giggle

"¡Señorito!" (Young man!) You reply

"Estos viejitos me han dicho que te iban a matar sino tomabas el puesto para que ellos pudiesen venir" (These old people told me that they were going to kill you if you didn't say yes to take care of the bar so that they could come) He said as Rosy hits him in the back of his neck

"Ya, déjate de payasadas, Fernando González Lopez" Rosy says as you laugh lightly

"Sí, deja esos cuentos pa'otro tiempo, están celebrando el triunfo de tú hermano, debería dejarlos pa' que sigan con ello" You said (Yes, leave those jokes for later, you're celebrating your brother's triumph, I should leave you guys to it)

"Oh no" Fernando says frowning "We wanted to keep showing you around and maybe meeting Pedro? He's taking pictures somewhere but-" You cut them off shaking your head

"Don't worry about it. I have to help Candelaria to mop and close the shop" You smile "You come back here in two days, right?" Fernando nods as you nod back "See you in two days!"

"Maybe you see us as well soon, Y/N! We'll go there when Pedro gets his vacation time, we can meet up!" Fer said pushing his head into the screen once more as you laugh watching his nose and big eyes appear on half of the screen

"That we'll do, Nandito. Se me cuidan, por favor" (Take care of yourselves, please)

"Igualmente, hija" (Likewise, love) Rosy says as you smile but seconds before you cut the call you could heard another Canarian accent speak

"¡Pedro!"

You sighed happy, those two grown-ups were absolutely the best and you loved them deeply, it didn't hurted you a single bit trading some of sleep time to catch up, do inventary, count the money and clean the whole Bar for them, instead of being stuck into a book alone at home whilst you wait for your parents to come from their work.

So you stuck your phone in the back of your pocket and went behind where the dishes were to keep doing your work.

"¿Estamos bien, señora Candelaria?" (Are we good, miss Candelaria?)

"Que nada de señora, mijita" (None of miss, daughter) You smile "And yes, we are all good" You nod accepting her hand

"Bueno, let's go then"

...

Everything was chaos.

Fernando and Rosy had came back three days ago and today Fer and Pedro were coming, they both were excited and all over the place, making you do this and do that, then sent you to the other thing and then other. You tried as much as you could but you were getting tired of running all over the Bar.

"Calm down, Rosy" You said "Everything will be fine, they're just your sons, they know this place top to bottom and in it's best and worst conditions. This is their home and all they would want is to relax, so please, with all due respect I suggest you to stop overthinking and take it easy"

"And she's right" An unknown voice said as you turn around finally facing the last and youngest member of the González López family "Que papá me había dicho que estabas un poco fuera de lugar, estresada y demás" (Dad just told me you were a bit out of place, stressed and everything else)

"I was a bit stressed out, you haven't been here in a long time, I just wanted everything to be perfect"

"And it is, mamá" He smiled before looking at you "Pedro" He pushed his hand out as you took it and you both gave two kisses in your cheeks

"Y/N Y/L/N" His eyebrows shot up

"Finally I get to met the awesome Y/N" He said as you blush lightly

"Bueno que asombrosa, asombrosa no soy" (Well awesome, awesome I'm not) "...Pero igualmente es un placer" (But anyway, it's a placer)

"What do you mean not awesome?" He says shaking his head "Que me han dicho las mil y un cosas de tí" (People have told me the thousand and one things about you)

"Good ones, I hope so" He laughs

"All good. I even got told por ahí que haces tremendas croquetas, incluso puede que mejores que las de mi mamá, he venido a comprobar eso" You laughed (...got told somewhere that you make tremendous croquettes, maybe even better than my mother's, I have come to verify that)

"They really are" Rosy says smiling as you look at her

"Oh shush! You were the one who told me the recipe, they are basically yours!"

"She adds a little something, we don't know what it is but she made the recipe her own" You blush "Gotta go and see if Fernndo needs something from me" And with that she left you guys

"Are you up to do them, right now?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smiled grabbing your hair in a low ponytail

"Can I help you?"

"Wash your hands, then"

You instantly got into it, you gotta admit you liked croquettes too, often giving Pedri some indications of cutting the dresses and both of you asking question about the other, getting to know yourselves, your voice talking with Pedro and laughing at his jokes was the only thing you could hear at the kitchen and the ocasional sound of an electrodomestic.

"Oh vaya! What do we have here?" Fer said coming up "Pedro cooking?" He made a face making you laugh and the youngest González gave him a look and throw him a carrot peel "How's it going?"

"He is better assistant than you, so..." You said as Fer, who's face falls as Pedro laughs "We're going great"

"I'm better than him, you're only saying that because I don't follow your instructions!"

"I'm the chef here so of course it annoys me when I say put the chicken in the grill and you say: 'But let's do it baked'" You imitate his voice making him laugh "No! No, no, no! I want the freaking chicken grilled, I prepared it for the grill and you just went ahead and putted it inside the oven"

Fer came up to you to hug you but you didn't hugged him back "That was the best chicken I have ever done and you messed it up, get off!" You both laughed

"At least I help you, you're choosing to stay with the one who burns a simple pan con queso"

"I'll be looking at this so it doesn't burn, let him alone!" Pedro was laughing at your interaction with his brother

"Gotta go and so do you, Pedro. Dad wants us to greet people"

Now, that statement made Pedro furrow his eyebrows.

He was having a good time with you, he wanted to stay with you, get to know the girl his parents and brother were basically head over heels for and guess what you had that drew them this bad at you.

He had already seen you in pics and heard your voice when you talked with Fer but never got to meet you properly and now, after two hours of meeting, he never wanted to leave the kitchen if that meant you were besides him.

Without knowing it, he was already realizing what it was that thing of yours that drew him to you and he was also finding himself wanting to be around you, see your pretty smile and hear your laugh.

You were la chica más bonita, he has ever seen.

He didn't wanted to leave. Not when you just got to know each other and were having a good time.

"Do I have to?" Pedro asked

"Yes"

"I don't want to, I wanna stay here and help Y/N" Silence took over the kitchen when you broke it

"These are almost done, I just gotta cut the salad and it'll be ready. It won't take more than a few minutes so, why don't you wait outside? You precisely won't eat here in the kitchen and you have your old neighbours wanting to see you" You gave a solution and after he thought of it, nodded as you smiled lightly clapping

"Venga, vamos. Personal autorizado en la cocina" (C'mon, authorized staff in this place)

"Somos hijos de los dueños" (we are children of the owners)

"No me importa, acaban de decir que se van así que personal autorizado, dije" (I don't care, you just said you were leaving, so only authorized staff, I said) They laughed as you ushered them out

"Is it just me or you have a crush on her?" Fer, asked in a low tone to his younger brother once they were away from the kitchen

"Hombre, I just met her"

"Are you telling me you don't find her attractive at least, the tiniest bit?"

"¡Fua!" Pedri shook his head with a smile on "¿Atractiva? Joder, hombre; es la niña más bonita que he visto en mi vida" (Attractive? Fuck, man; she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life)

"Yeah, I knew you were gonna say that" Fer smiled "She indeed is pretty, but not only she has looks, she also has this intelligence that's out of this world and the humility that she possesses... She's awesome" Pedro smiled "She has this internship in la Universidad Europea" Pedro opened his eyes

"La de Santa Cruz de Tenerife?" Fer nodded "¡Joder!" (Fuck!)

"I repeat, she's awesome and perfect for you, hermanito"

"Ya, ya. I got the point" Both brothers laughed as they came across their dad along a few of their old neighbours "¡Señor Juan!" Pedri exclaimed meeting the old man and meanwhile he was glad to be back in his hometown and see his people, all he wanted to be was back in the kitchen with you.

...

"Hope you like it!" You placed several plates in front of them as they smiled, thanking you

"Y/N, ven a comer con nosotros!" (Come eat with us!) Fernando said as you slowly shook your head

"You're having a family lunch, sir" You said "Besides, gotta keep working"

"None of that, I'm your boss and we're all family here. Take a little break, young lady" You smiled

"Venga, Y/N" Rosy says "Que es más, el fin de semana vamos a la playa, estás más que invitada a venir" (Even better, we're going to the beach this weekend, you're more than invited to come with us)

"Yes, she will be coming" Pedro replied before you could "Tengo que seguir conociendo a la increíble Y/L/N" (I have to keep knowing more about the incredible Y/L/N)

"You guys will end up bored of me"

"Nunca" (Never) The four of them said as you smile blushing

...

"¡Hostias!" You all laughed at Fer who fell and incidentally, a wooden stake was embedded in his foot. He limped towards Rosy who pulled it out as he yelled a femenine "¡Ay!"

"Told you to be careful!" Rosy said as you kept on laughing

"Y/N, how you learned to cook?" Pedro said taking to his mouth another croquette that you made "They're delicious!" You smile

"I've always loved it since I was a little girl" You smiled "My older brother was sick and my mom was doing this soup and I love that annoying guy so much I didn't liked seeing him down" They laughed

"...so I wanted to help and I started stirring and chopping some things with her help, of course. I didn't played a single thing but she said that I did and once my brother ate it, he started feeling better and I guess-" you lift your shoulders "I liked the feeling of him being healthy and happy for something I "helped" doing, I started to help her more and more, they played it off like I used to do everything until I did learned"

"I started cooking for real, I keep on loving it and I guess I combined my mom's, my grandma's cooking and I added to the mix my own stuffs, like throwing a bit of what seemed it could go good with to whatever I was doing" they laughed "I fell for this world"

"That's nice" You smile at Pedro nodding

"And you do amazing" Fernando said as you blush

"And of course, I'm mixing Rosy's and Candelaria's techniques and recipes into the mix as well" You laugh

"Oye, debes de darme la receta de ese pescado que haces" (You need to give me the recipe of the fish dish you do) Fer says "Little man here has this diet-that he's currently breaking at the moment with the amount of croquettes he has consumed" You laugh and Pedro lifts his shoulders

"¡Están buenísimas, hombre!" (They're so good, man!)

"Stop doing that, you will not get any muscles from it!"

"Yes, please, stop. I don't want to be the culprit of that happening" You said slowly taking the plate out of his hold

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pedro chanted going forward and grabbing three croquettes more "I will lose these" He says as you laugh

"Anyways" Fer keeps talking "He has to eat almost everyday fish and I keep thinking of the tastes it had and everything but I can't do it, it doesn't come nicely as yours... I need to know it!" You smile nodding

"Text me later and I will send it to you" You said grabbing a croquette "Ingredients and preparation"

"Ok, I'll try doing it and I'll text you how it goes"

"Or we can met up and do it?" Pedro proposed

"That also sounds good, that way I can see if you're doing something wrong" You smiled at Fer

"I already have this week busy with a few friends"

"I can go" Pedro said

"You don't know how to cook"

"Pero puedo aprender" (But I can learn) Fer was about to talk but Pedro interrupted him "It's done!" He turned to look at you "When are you free?"

"Sunday after 2pm and Wednesday"

"I'll be there on Sunday"

"Where will you be at if we haven't said anything from a place?" You smirked

"Well, we can meet up here in the beach and then we'll go anywhere for you to teach me how to do that fish dish" You nod "And then, we can go out if you'd like" You raised your eyebrows

"Go out?"

"Yes, you and I, go out" You duck your lips thinking. You only have four days knowing this guy but he wasn't joking around, subtly flirting with you any chance he gets.

And you won't lie and say you didn't find him attractive at all because, he was; in fact, you were flirting back most of the times.

"But that sounds like a date"

"It can be if you want to" You blush and smile widely, his parents were here and listening to the whole thing.

This boy.

"Oye, que no sé si sea buena idea salir con el hijo de tus jefes" (Hey, I don't think it's a good idea going out with your bosses son)

"Oh, que no te preocupéis por nosotros dos" (Oh, don't you worry about us two) Fernando spoke "We'll be more than happy if you date our son"

"Que ya eres parte de la familia, Y/N" Rosy says smiling

"¿Ves?" (See?) Fer jokes as you all laugh

"¿Y?" (And?) Pedro asks with a smile on as you slowly nod

"Pues... al parecer tendremos una cita" (Well, it seems like we'll have a date) You smiled back at him

"Y aprovechamos el miércoles para la segunda también" (and we take advantage of Wednesday for the second one too) You smirked

"Pero, ¿Y a ti quién te dijo que tendremos una segunda cita?" (But, who told you we'll have a second date?) He smirked winking at you

"Bonita, perderás la cuenta de las tantas citas tendremos en el futuro. You'll see" (Pretty girl, you'll lose count of the many dates we'll have in the future)

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[yanderecrazysie]

Can I request a yandere akaashi keiji with a darling who is as smart as he is but he didn't know that since she acts like she is dumb or something

The minute I saw this, I knew it’d be fun to write.

Also, I think it’s fascinating to think: what if a yandere fell in love with a personality you were faking and not the real you?

Title: Expectation

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes,

Summary: To everyone, even Akaashi, you’re lazy and not the sharpest tool in the shed… but maybe that’s just what you want them to think.

expectation

/noun/

a belief that someone will or should achieve something.

Expectations are a fickle thing.

If you work too hard, achieve too much, you’ll end up being expected to do the same in every category for the rest of your life. You’d watched too many kid geniuses crumble under that very pressure in adulthood to say that was a good thing.

But you? You’d figured out the secret to it all.

Just play dumb.

If no one expected much out of you, then wasn’t that the best case scenario?

When you put forth the smallest amount of effort, everyone was surprised and impressed. When you failed? No one batted an eye.

Why put all that pressure on yourself when there was a better way?

At least, that’s how you saw it.

Akaashi walked alongside you, talking idly about the science competition going on between the different chemistry courses the university had. He didn’t go too far into detail, since he knew you wouldn’t understand. You weren’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he’d learned that since day one of meeting you.

But that’s how he liked you.

Maybe a part of him enjoyed the superiority of being more intelligent than you. A sense of power surged through him every time you got that confused little look on your face. 

But there was always something more to those expressions. Like some deeper emotion lurked under the surface. It always bothered him that he couldn’t figure out what it was.

You smiled, “That sounds fun! Which one is chemistry again?”

There it was again. The way one side of your mouth quirked upwards as though you were enjoying a joke that he wasn’t a part of. The way your eyes slid a little to the left, as though you were trying to avoid making eye contact whenever you spoke.

The little details that made him wonder if you were lying to him.

To anyone else, to even him at first, you seemed so genuinely airheaded. Blissfully unaware was the term he once would have used to describe you. 

But lately, he wasn’t so sure.

You made him second guess everything he was feeling, in a way. In another way, it was enticing, like a secret the two of you almost shared.

There was a mystery behind your actions, he could sense it. And Akaashi loved a good mystery. He had always been good at solving them and he’d be damned if the best one walked out of his life.

His obsession with you had been overrun by an obsession with uncovering what was under that dumb smile you plastered on your pretty face. He felt like he was going insane, fixating on such a little aspect that might not even exist. It could be his imagination and yet he couldn’t let it go!

Who were you really? Akaashi thought he’d known you so well, even though you had just recently become friends. He had been convinced that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Now? He wasn’t sure he knew the first thing about you.

What’s worse, he had no idea what you thought about him. You insisted silly little things like “I love everyone” and “You’re so nice, Akaashi”, but is that what you really believed? You seemed so guarded when you said things like that… he couldn’t tell anymore.

He wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. You were nothing like he’d initially thought and he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated that.

You weren’t nearly as dumb as everyone thought, but acting like you were was a useful tool. It attracted boys like Akaashi and wrapped them around your pinky finger. You’d tricked countless men into buying you things and doing what you wanted, all while thinking they were the ones to come up with the idea.

You’d thought Akaashi would be the same as them, but he really just gave you the creeps. While you pretended to sail past the red flags, you were actually very prepared. Every conversation recorded, every meeting place teeming with trusted friends, and every word scrutinized. 

He was clearly in love with you, so you decided to drive him away. There was no way you could reveal that you were actually fairly intelligent, not when you’d worked so hard to earn the reputation as an airhead. So you settled on giving him hints, until you could tell that he was ripping himself in two over it.

Strangely, he hadn’t been driven away quite yet. You assumed that, if his type was “dumb and pretty”, he’d be turned off by a smart chick, but so far you’d been unsuccessful.

Maybe you didn’t understand just how deep his love went.

Or maybe you’d find out when he resolved to make you as dumb as he wanted.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for staying friends with someone?

I (25, nonbinary) became friends with someone (19F) online because they liked a fanfic I wrote. Let's call her Jessie. At first, Jessie messaged me just to say she enjoyed my fic and shared a fanart she drew of it. I was absolutely blown away by that, and let her know how nice her art was. Which started us having a pretty normal online friendship. Chatting about silly fandom things or ranting about our jobs or school or whatever. She is a really smart and funny person!

Jessie started writing fanfic, which I encouraged. It's fun to write! Of course I would read her fanfic and let her know I enjoyed it.

But then it turned into her only messaging me to read her fanfic. Like, we never can hold a conversation anymore without it turning to talking about her fanfic. I don't even bring up my own fics anymore because I know it will switch the conversation to Jessie's fics.

And, Jessie started to pressure me to write her ideas. Like "Oh, this would be a good idea! You should write this! When are you going to write this! I'll be waiting to read it. Have you written it yet?" When I never agreed to write it. Half the time, it's not even something I would want to write.

Or, I read this one fic and wrote a post on tumblr about how much I enjoyed it, and then minutes later had Jessie spamming my messages about how I should make a post promoting her fics. And exactly which ones I should promote because they don't get enough attention.

But the most recent thing Jessie has been doing that has annoyed me is continuously asking "If I think her fics are just as good as my fics". Like, I'm not a talented author, in my opinion. I'm pretty average. But I feel like the answer Jessie wants is for me to say Jessie's fics are better than mine. It always feels like Jessie wants to put myself under her which is...just not a good feeling. I usually just say I think we are about the same, but Jessie never seems satisfied with that answer.

I feel like our friendship has shifted to Jessie only wanting to use me for attention and the small amount of publicity I can offer. (Which isn't much. It's not like I am a well-known person or anything. I'm certainly not exactly a BNF writer or anything)

Here is where I am asking if I am an asshole. I've gotten to the point where I don't even LIKE Jessie anymore. Her actions have just...soured our relationship. I just roll my eyes when I see a notification from her, or shit talk her in real life to my brother. I procrastinate answering her messages.

But I really don't want to be mean to her face. She has had a really hard time in life. Her parents are kinda shit and her boyfriend left her (which he wasn't so great either). She has a ton of health issues, money issues, relationship issues, etc. I don't want to just drop her and make things worse for her life. But also, I just kinda can't stand the behavior anymore.

Part of me thinks I should just set up more clear boundaries, but on the other hand I just don't want to put in the effort of fighting her for those boundaries. And I am pretty sure it would be a fight.

Am I an asshole for continuing the motions of a friendship for a person I don't even like anymore? Should I just end the friendship and let them move on, or would that be worse?

(Asdfghjkl123)

What are these acronyms?

[nkn0va]

Request(Blazblue): On the day of their birthday's Makoto, Noel, Tsubaki, and Mai's S/O's back them their favorite dishes (Mai's S/O even asking Noel to help them cook for her).

I am so sorry if this gets repetitive, that's kinda how it goes sometimes for 4 character requests. Probably gonna be a bit shorter than usual.

-It doesn't take much to figure out what kind of food Makoto likes. Not only does her heritage make it pretty obvious but she's also quite the foodie in general.

-She doesn't have any particular favorite food but she is a big sweets gal, and of course being a squirrel, nuts are a personal favorite of hers. There are plenty of dishes out there that meet both those criteria, you have options.

-Eventually the idea you decided on was a chestnut parfait. Sweet, easy to make, had nuts, and had fruits to make it at least somewhat healthy. The perfect plan.

-When lunch eventually rolls around you head up to Makoto and present it to her while wishing her a happy birthday. Her mouth almost starts to water right then and there.

-She scarfs it down at record speeds that are frankly a bit concerning. She certainly enjoyed it though judging by her smile and the way her tail couldn't seem to stop wagging.

-As soon as she's done her arms wrap around you immediately in an enthusiastic showing of thanks. She's absolutely going to ask you for more in the future.

-Noel's not too much of a foodie, she absolutely prefers to cook instead of eat, much to everyone's dismay.

-However her birthday happens to fall on Christmas, so you have as good of an excuse as any to make something for her. A traditional Christmas dish could fulfill your needs well.

-You spend hours toiling away in the kitchen, making a nice, full meal for the both of you to enjoy. You figured it'd be a nice thing to do for both of you since work in the NOL has left you both unfortunately unable to go home for Christmas.

-Mercifully, your workload is at least greatly lightened for the day if not outright eliminated entirely. As soon as you're done with what little you have to do and evening comes you invite Noel over to your place, not telling her the reason.

-The first thing Noel is met with is a table filled with steaming hot food, leaving her unable to hold back her shock that you'd go so far for her.

-She doesn't know whether to kiss you or dig right in, however her nervousness gets the best of her and she opts to go for the food, which is by no means a bad choice. The effort and love you put into it really shines through.

-Mission success. Now all that's left is to pray to whatever God will listen that she doesn't get the urge to return the favor...

-Tsubaki is a sucker for chocolate, as much as she tries not to let it get to her. It gets to the point that Jin of all people worries about her in this regard.

-Her birthday just so happens to coincidentally fall on White Day, so you'd likely already be getting her chocolate anyway. The problem is having both occasions on the same day sorta ups the pressure on your part to perform.

-You eventually decided the best way to fill the criteria for both was via chocolate cake. You didn't want just some simple, easy cake from a box anyone could make, you knew she deserved better.

-Then you had an epiphany. You could indeed churn out something worthy of such a lovely lady. After spending a good amount of time in the kitchen you end up with a chocolate cake sweetened with condensed milk along topped with caramel and whipped cream. Surely this would pay off.

-Tsubaki's eyes light up as soon as she sees the fruits of your hard labor, even more so once she takes the first bite. She is practically in heaven. It felt like she was falling for you all over again.

(Can't believe it took this long to finally write for Mai. Though I'm writing this last minute on late night April 21st so what can you do lmao)

-It's rather tough for you to pin down what sort of food Mai would like considering her...complicated relationship with food.

-Whatever you do see her eat, it's completely mangled beyond recognition by whatever the hell Noel does whenever she cooks. You don't know, and frankly you don't think you want to.

-However this is going to turn out to be a nice boon for a change. Not being able to cook for Mai was a serious point of grief for you due to her supertaste, but with Noel around you can finally do so. She immediately agrees to the plan.

-After some discussion about what she typically makes for Mai and what she seems to like best, you two decide on a seafood pilaf. You'd make the base since you wanted to contribute at least something to the dish, and let Noel take it from there.

-Frankly it's a bit scary, leaving her with a perfectly normal dish and then getting it back looking like a weapon of mass destruction. This weapon of mass destruction though was all Mai could eat so you really can't complain. (Not complaining about Noel's cooking...what the hell have you come to...?)

-Mai's grin is practically ear to ear as she eagerly eats everything down, especially once she hears that both you and Noel worked on the dish. As far as she's concerned this is the best damn thing she's ever eaten, thanking you both with a big smile and hug. Being able to eat after what happened is always a treat.

-You still have no idea what Noel does to any food she touches to make it end up the way it does, but perhaps it's one of those mysteries that's just best left unsolved.

[cee-jay-mcwfc]

Don’t know what gaz told Viv but that work rate and passion shows how that she’s bought in to the team vision and the team overall. Once she gets more refined and rebuilds more, she’ll be converting more of those misses. Her partnership with bunny is building nicely too. That sequence from Kerstin to her to Jess right before Naomi’s goal was beautiful.

On Bunny, the amount of defensive work she put in. Her dominance in the air and ofc the work rate, golden. And got her deserved goal. Always belonged on the champions league stage.

Love Mary. Was pretty sad for how her Olympics went, but she’s clearly patient when not playing and just dazzled tonight.

Naomi. I find defensive players take a lot more time to really improve and rise to higher expectations. The gulf between that pre-season cameo and tonight could be the work of an entire season. I hope she’s alright and I’m glad Weigman got to see that.

Laia ALEIXANDRI. No words. So glad it was just a dead leg. She was in all that pain and barely wanted to come off still. Immense!!! Everywhere. Perfection.

Alex Greenwood is the epitome of leadership, and this is how you make a statement after four long years of being out.

This entire team moved me. They flung every muscle in their body on the line for this performance. The medical staff that got them healthy moved me as well.

She celebrated to!! Such a rare thing but she actually celebrate. I think she’s really put her faith in us and she believes in what we’re doing and that is translating on the pitch. The next goal is coming, she is patient and it will come, she’s got the first one out the way so the pressure is off and when it happens, we’ll all be celebrating. I really enjoyed her performance last night, best she’s played yet and hopefully she can build on that relationship with Bunny and feed off each other. I just checked, I’ve got that sequence on video and just watched it back and you’re right, is lovely!!

Her and Hempo’s defensive work last night, oh my god, outstanding. Using Bunny’s height to keep all those crosses out the box, superb. So so pleased for her to get the goal and A BADGE TAP!! I was shaking so much!! There’s no one like Bunny in Liga F with the combined pace and physicality and they couldn’t deal with her

Feel like Mary has struggled recently both back end of last season and the start of this but really pleased with her performance

I will admit I had my doubts when I saw she was starting in place of Leila, not just because Leila is a favourite but because she knows that Barca team inside out. However Naomi did a wonderful wonderful job, especially at defending Alexia in the first half and of course the goal! I was so so happy for her. She’s come on leaps and between the second leg of the Paris game and Brighton and then again between then and last night. I’m hoping her injury isn’t too bad and she perhaps gets a call up this time!!

Laia. OUSTANDING, AMAZING, SPECTACULAR. All those blocks, the goal line clearance, everything. She is fucking amazing and I’m so so glad it didn’t seem to be anything too bad

Our captain

Amazing performance from everyone. No bad words to say about anyone from last night. Just what a shift all round, from the players and the staff, everyone. My club 🩵

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! One about drawing, another one about Ortho, and then some other TWST ones.

Anonymous asked:

Hello Ryu! I hope you and Katsu are doing well. I wanted to ask you: how do you manage to post daily? what motivates you? I just admire how you manage to post quality content every day, I enjoy everything so much! and another question: how do you fight hand pain? I do draw daily, but I end up with hand/wrist cramps and it's worrying me, what would you recommend? Amazing art as always!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for your kind words.

I actually talked about our motivation and the ungodly amount of sketches (lol) that I produce here! But in short, I’ve always loved drawing, and I spend the majority of my time drawing. Not everything that we post daily is new stuff: we have a big backlog of sketches, and Katsu helps me to manage it. Since I can focus on drawing and Katsu takes care of posting, it’s actually feels easier.

As for the second question, the most important main thing is PLEASE don’t overwork your hand! The moment you feel wrist cramps, take a break immediately, or if the pain is too much, better stop for the day, even if you really want to continue :( I am lucky to have pretty good stamina when it comes to this, but this is also partially because I stop immediately if I start to feel tired, plus never draw after my lengthy timeslot dedicated to drawing is over.

Here are a couple of more things that could possibly help:

Pay attention to the way you move your arm when you draw. Prioritise moving your elbow and using your entire arm instead of just moving your hand and wrist. Also try not to squeeze your pen too much, as it tends to make muscles tenser, at least in my experience.

Take short breaks every once in a while to stretch and do exercises for your wrist. These work nicely, but I also love to just… not do anything with my hand at all for like 5 minutes, to let muscles relax a bit.

If your muscles are tense after drawing, warming them up also makes it feel better. I just hold my wrist under warm water lol But there are better ways to do it.

Oh, and check if you do something else with your hand that might also put pressure on it during the day. If you use PC, for example, and sit in front of a desk, then your elbow should be on its surface (the reason for that is in my first point of this list), otherwise you strain your wrist muscles with that position. This is just an example, but it might help to find other reasons why your hand can be tired even before you start drawing. If not, that’s also fine! Drawing is hard enough to do that kind of damage on its own.

If nothing helps and you still feel cramps, you should of course talk to your doctor about it. Maybe they’ll have better advice than I do. Please be very careful with your hand, these muscles are not the ones that should feel slightly sore after a workout unlike a bunch of others, this strain (and pain) can do irreversible damage to your hand and should not be treated lightly. It’s better to take frequent breaks and draw later than to lose the ability to draw (and do other everyday things along with it) at all.

Take care of yourself, Anon <3

Anonymous asked:

wow a whole shroudcest ask post!!! kissing each of the askers consensual and platonically on the mouth, i love that y'all in this fandom. also agree, Ortho should use his beams as a treat when not allowed to join mature content that has first years, it makes me really sad for him!! Epel is super small and he gets to join????? sometimes he's even ''aged up'' (and stays short and small, i see that) lmao like what, Ortho can't be aged up too? the double standards are staggering

sometimes i assume he's just hard to draw, it's fair when mecha and armor are difficult for some people and i often see those two in won't draw lists in commissions, but also?? you don't have to draw when writing?? at least in writing, he should show up more, i'm doing my part at least in the orthoreader and orthooc tags on ao3. his crotch being bare is a feature, not a flaw.

(related to this post)

I am so happy and shocked that so many people wrote such long and lovely messages!! Everyone GETS IT…

Yeah, Epel also gets to join all the time, but somehow Ortho isn’t! This absolutely isn’t fair lol He would be super pissed about it.

I agree with you though that it is related to his design. Of course, the majority of people who complain about Ortho don’t even attempt to draw him as they aren’t artists, but I think a lot of aspects of his appearance are somewhat… “off-putting” to them? It feels like it’s a very strong word, but: his height, his “heels”, the waist and crotch parts of his gear, plus he isn’t very manly and ikemen-like, instead his appeal is that he is a cutie and sometimes a “kusogaki” type. This is why some people just don’t like him at all, and some people don’t like him and cover it up by saying “awww nooo he is just a baby, look at him, he is a kid right?”

I am happy you’re providing people with written Ortho-related content, Anon 💪 He would be so proud and grateful!

Anonymous asked:

Your chibi lillia just looks so adorable, he looks so chewable

Hehehe thank youuu!! Please chew on his chibi cheeks.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Have you seen the new design that was announced? (Trying to keep it vague in case people don't know which character it is, I don't want to ruin the surprise lol) From an artist point of view, what do you think? I was kind of disappointed by it… I'm not sure if it's Yana's design or not, her characters have so much personality but this one looks just… so generic? Love his suit, the glasses are a great touch to represent this character's eyes (orlackthereof) but everything else feels so uninspired in my opinion. I know this is the pretty anime boy villain game but this one is just too much of a pretty anime boy and I hate this fluffy pretty anime boy hair...

I have! And I will spoil it so please don’t read my reply if you don’t want to know who it is lol

To be completely honest, I am not sure what to think yet; I kind of want to see the full design and also to see him in action. He does feel very different from Rollo and Fellow&Gidel, and maybe this is one of the reasons why he might feel underwhelming: those guys have very colourful designs and a lot of accessories, plus somewhat clearer silhouette (Rollo’s hat is iconic, Fellow also has a hat and fox ears, and that makes them very distinct right away), and the new guy… it’s hard to tell yet, but I think it’s kind of difficult to make a skeleton design work on the same level both in terms of his monochrome colour scheme and the fact that he is, in fact, a skeleton-like creature.

I know there are a lot of jokes about Gojo that people make (I am one of those people), and I think that some people aren’t as excited for the new guy because of that (the feeling that we’ve seen him around a lot already, because young!Gojo was everywhere very recently). But I do agree with you: the glasses are indeed a very good touch and a very smart addition design-wise.

I am also personally excited to see Undertaker vibes from him, but that’s personal lol

So yeah, I’m not sure for now. I really want to see more of him before making proper judgment. I absolutely see your point though. I think if he turns out to be a fun character, his design elements will also become fun and enjoyable, just in a different way.

[cosmica-galaxy]

How would your Oc’s (including Mimics) react to the human having multiple tattoos and piercings.

Camron would be fascinated! Wow!! Humans can paint their skin?! He thought that it was just an alliance member thing! What did they use to do it? A paintbrush? Pressurized paint? W-Whu...HUH? THEY USE A NEEDLE THAT STABS THEM 50 TO 3,000 TIMES PER MINUTE?!?! HOW CAN THEY ENDURE THAT??? However, the piercings are also shocking to him. You push THAT (the whole thing) through your CARTILAGE!? Humans are surprising in so many ways..holy shit. DJ would find the designs sick and awesome, but would also have the same reaction as Camron once he finds out that the human stabbed their skin with a needle multiple THOUSAND TIMES to just get the ink to set into their own flesh. It's pretty metal, not gonna lie! Even the elite members think it's pretty cool! He idly traces the designs sometimes, with the human's permission of course, as he thinks about how cool it would be to get "tattooed" like that. He also likes the piercings, though he internally wonders if they ever get infected or not. They look painful when he watches them shift around through your flesh. Vee would probably be the most impressed by the fact that you endured the sheer amount of pain during getting your tattoos. Especially in nerve sensitive areas, like your neck or your back. He doesn't really think about the designs of the tattoos, but more along the line of WHY you got them. Is it just another one of those "human things" that Vee will have limited understanding of? Still...it does look pretty cool. Makes you look tougher. However, he can't help but laugh at the thought of you trying to look intimidating while he holds your struggling form effortlessly off the ground. It's all for show. The piercings don't help, but at least your taste in accessories aren't horrible. They won't prevent him from picking you up, though. Haha! Buddy is enthralled by the colors and the designs of the markings in your skin. It's normal for alphas to grow markings when they become leaders of the pack, it's like a badge of authority. But he has never seen designs so...intricate and unique. The vibrancy of the colors...the swirls and slight scarring in your skin...it just makes him purr and rub up against the human in approval. At least you look like an alpha! He doesn't really understand the piercings, however. Maybe those are just a "human thing". Pal has issues detecting your tattoos, but he likes feeling the places where your piercings go! He's quite shocked that a human would pierce their own skin and stick things into it. Judging by feel alone, the designs of the accessories are rather detailed and they would probably be stunning if he had the proper eyes to view them with. While he can see the extent of what is in his surroundings, paint and other various things that are thinly applied to smooth surfaces will go undetected. So it's sad that he can see your tattoos. But thank you for letting him feel your piercings!

Fiend is intrigued by the designs and shapes that were STABBED into your skin. It makes him a little jealous that such works of art were merged directly into your body. Which just made you that much more wonderful to stare at. PRAY that you don't have a tramp stamp, because if Fiend ever finds out, he will flirt with you about it non-stop until you will want to kill him with a brick. You're pericings are also nice to look at. Do you think you can stab the skin on the top of your head so he can put antennas in it? . . .?? What's that look for??!

[tea-and-spoons]

hi we're really sorry to bother you but we're really sort of desperate for advice?

so we have a vague cardiovascular condition that seems to be affecting our legs a whole lot. so we get really intense pain in the lower halves of both our legs. rest helps, of course, but its slow and we wont always be in a scenario where we'll be able to rest, yk? so we've been looking in to mobility aids because we kinda like the idea of being able to walk around outside without being in terrible pain /lh

but we've kind of got a few issues with it, being mainly: a) what. do we get. we're looking towards wheelchairs because the sitting will be good for the legs and also the hypertension. we do get a decent amount of activity in to avoid aggravating it (being. we pace around at home A Lot lol)

b) how do we get any kind of mobility aid without our parents knowing. our mother is the type to not really take us seriously at all regarding our health

and c) how to deal with the whole "erm. [xyz] = you cant get a mobility aid". for us its a whole fear that we're the cause of our own physical issues and therefore we arent Allowed to get a mobility aid cause that'd be. "stupid" ig, despite the fact thats a pretty fucking dumb line of reasoning. not like they'll stop making fucking. walkers if we buy one or whatever lol

sorry for the long ask, we're just kinda. desperate lol. and your blog seems nice (though totally no pressure to respond of course lol)

hope your day's going well :)

Hello hello, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer you! I hope things have been going okay in the meantime. I also support the idea of being able to walk around outside without terrible pain! Here's what I'm thinking that may help you get a mobility aid:

There are a few places where you can try out different mobility aids to see what you like- pharmacy, medical supply store, even the grocery store should have some scooters and possibly canes in the medical aisle. Nobody should question this, but if they do, you could tell them you're checking the height to see if it works, or shopping for your grandparent.

On a related note, try to make sure that your mobility aid isn't causing you to hunch forwards. If it is, you either need to make it taller, or you need to stay leaning on the backrest while you push a wheelchair.

If you find something you like at one of those stores, great! You might also find a secondhand version for cheaper online. I think you can have things shipped to the post office to pick up there.

Especially if you're not using the mobility aid around the house, I'm wondering about keeping it in your car or locker or a closet at work- whatever applies to you.

I will just put this out there- I obviously don't know your situation, but some people do change their minds about mobility aids when they see how much your quality of life improves.

Honestly I love your response of "it's not like they're going to stop making walkers"! Your physical issues are not your fault, and looking to reduce pain is a good goal. Even if it was your fault, you still deserve to feel better. Mobility aids are for anyone who benefits from them.

Good luck with everything! 💙