#pinky answers💕

[littledevilgirl]

You look so damn fuckable

i am😘

[lockawayknight]

i don't think you're charging enough for those crochet dolls like im trying to learn how to crochet and i literally can't even keep hold of the yarn with the thingy it's SO HARD you deserve more for your work especially cause those dolls look sooooo good

// djjfjfkdkd awh that’s very sweet of u to say i’m glad to know someone thinks my work is worth more than what i charge ;-; thank u this made me feel more confident💕

[pinkybuttons]

dana scully is totally fine. that post was about the passenger 2023 but you can tag any of my posts about dana scully. never watched an episode of x files but i still like her

hi ros ily i know that post was about the passenger 2023 (which i still haven’t seen. movie night?) however thank you for the tagging permissions. dana scully likes her men traumatised and dogcoded and sopping wet and we all should acknowledge this. unfortunately she is catholic so she won’t

[jujuicykaisen]

NSFW headcanons for which characters you think likes an SO that likes to wrestle and be pinned down as part of their foreplay? Thank yoooou. 💕

A most excellent suggestion~

Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso

Contents: slight sub/dom, pinning, Sukuna, mild humiliation/playful degradation, gn!reader

Toji Fushiguro

Let's get the obvious part out of the way—no way in hell are you going to win any wrestling match, playful or otherwise. It's Toji. You could attack him with your whole body and he can fend you off with his pinky finger.

Strong isn't the word for it. Toji's as immovable as a mountain.

While he can switch it up in the bedroom, he does like to be in the driving seat.

He likes to grab both your wrists and pin them down over your head. The scarred corner of his mouth kicks up in a sardonic grin as you try to push against his big hands.

"You know there's no point to that. You versus me is a losing bet."

"You'd know all about those," you retort, struggling, giggling, red in the face.

You're not giggling later, when he has you pinned down in a mating press, the sheer power of his body keeping you firmly in place while he pounds into you.

Watch out because he'll overstimulate you to fuck, locking you down underneath him while he fucks you well past the point where you thought you needed to tap out.

Satoru Gojo

He might be the Strongest, but Satoru still finds it adorable how you seem to think you can take him. (You can take him, but in a slightly different way...)

Not only does he have to lower his Infinity before you can even touch him, but he's also ridiculously strong. The power differential is wild, and this comes out playfully when you fuck.

Satoru will let you try to hold him down or push on his shoulders, rolling his eyes and giving exaggerated protests about how you're manhandling him.

Then, without warning, he'll flip the script and have you on your back, both of your wrists clasped in one long-fingered hand, that beautiful unsettling face looming above you. His eyes ares a little too wide, his grin a little bit too sharp, and for a moment you get the tiniest hint of the existential dread that his enemies must face with him as an opponent.

Then he leans down and kisses you, and it goes back to being hot.

He likes the feeling of you squirming underneath him, but he also likes your hands on him, so he'll compromise by pinning your body to the mattress, leaving your hands free to scrabble at him while he fucks you to infinity (and beyond!)

Ryomen Sukuna

This answer shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone.

What does Sukuna's true form have four arms for? To wield a weapon and be able to cast jujutsu at the same time? A fool's answer!

Naturally, he needs all those upper limbs in order to hold his offering totally equal partner down and manhandle them.

Forget just pinning your wrists. He can hold both of them in one hand, hold your legs open, and line one (or both) of his cocks up with your body. Doesn't matter which anatomy you've got going on—Sukuna's going in.

And the fact that you enjoy it? That you like being held down whether it's face-up or ass-up? As far as Sukuna's concerned, it's only fitting that you like to be kept in your place—beneath him.

Think that means he won't mock you for enjoying being dominated? think again. This is Sukuna we're talking about here.

"Look at you, you pathetic little creature," he says, leering down at you. "The more powerless you are, the more you mewl for me..."

Choso

This isn't a domination thing with buff emo bun-buns, here.

Choso considers himself the responsible one, a leader, and this mentality will definitely crop up in the bedroom if you make it clear you want him to take charge.

The wrestling and pinning during foreplay is purely playfuk. Choso's usually stoic, melancholy expression breaks into rough, muted laughter as he pulls your hands away from his buns or his blood mark and pushes them down to the bed, telling you to behave.

Things get charged and intense during sex, fingers interlocked with yours, clasped hands pinned firmly over your head as he moves over you, taking full responsibility for bringing both of you to the pinnacle.

At first, it's just because you like it and you asked for it, but Choso comes to enjoy it as well. Having you place everything in his hands like and ceding some of your autonomy to him gets his little half-cursed heart pumping.

A trust fetish, maybe?

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[eliza-and-her-monsters]

₊˚⊹♡ a touch without violence ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

character: maki zenin x fem mc

summary: this was supposed to just be a little self indulgent venting selfship drabble but… instead turned into whatever this is 😭 so yes it’s a bit messy and random and probably not the best but i have not been feeling the greatest though and really needed to hear this, so maybe you do too. regardless of if you do or not i hope it helps 💕

contains/tw: fluff, angst w/ comfort, aged-up/post shinjuku showdown arc maki, arranged marriage, brief depictions of healed burns, touch-averse mc, brief discussions of trauma that allude to physical abuse, and slight depictions of scars that allude to self harm. as always if you read this and feel like i may have accidentally missed any triggers please let me know!

wc: 4.6k (i wish i was joking-)

remember you are responsible for your own media consumption!! 💕

The first time she touched me I had nearly been launched right into a meltdown at the snap of my fingers. It had been an accident, it had barely meant anything, just a simple hand on my back to slip past me yet it had felt like an electric shock at the time. She hadn’t even known what she did wrong. Just stood there, dumbfounded, thinking surely our hatred towards each other couldn’t run so deep to the point where a simple touch would’ve sent me off to fits.

I don’t want to think about what she must’ve thought about herself in those few moments that followed after I had took off towards my room and proceeded to hide. She didn’t directly come after me, she waited it out, probably sat on the couch chewing on her fingernails while panic texting either Toge or Panda. At least 20 minutes afterwards though I heard a knock on the door and found her standing outside with a guilty expression I wasn’t familiar with in her.

She cleared her throat, clearly trying to keep herself stable as she peered down at me, “I won’t push you to talk to me about what happened, but I am going to stay with you so I can make sure you’re safe and you aren’t doing anything stupid.”

I understood what she was implying almost instantly, causing another hit of shame and drop to my heart as I glued my eyes towards the floor where I could just barely see Maki stretching her fingers out towards my hand. Only this time I didn’t pull away, I just let her slide her gentle fingers around my wrist with an instinctual flinch from my end that only turned into a tiny shiver once I felt her thumb brushing over the underside of the scarred skin. “It’s okay, I’m not mad… we all have scars.” My eyes were glassy whenever I peered up at her next, throat closed like I had forgotten how to speak. “And I won’t tell anybody as long as you promise that next time you get the urge to do this you’ll come talk to me instead, deal?” I had only gulped a heavy lump of tears down my throat with a nod, and she must’ve been satisfied by the answer, because she didn’t push anything else.

She stayed with me that night, we slept on opposite sides of the bed and she kept her hands to herself all except for one finger. Her small pinky wrapped around my own like she was making a promise. ‘I will show you a touch that isn’t violent.’

I didn’t automatically get comfortable over night, but I was better than I was. I still flinched every time we brushed against each other but there were no more meltdowns. And every single night whenever we both sprawled out on the couch for our nightly ‘bonding session’ of tv shows and movies I caught myself inching closer and closer towards her. I don’t even know how it happened or when it happened, just that at one point I could sit through an entire movie with our shoulders touching and didn’t feel the need to pull away once. It was almost comforting. Shoulders soon turned into arms, arms leading towards the loop of pinkies and ankles, and then one day I noticed her fingers intertwined through mine… and it didn’t feel uncomfortable for even a moment.

I started choosing darker and/or scarier movies so I had more of an excuse to get closer towards her. Even though realistically I don’t think I would’ve needed one, it still helped my pride to think I at least had an excuse to be clingy. And it took me triggering myself before I would finally let myself be held. I had felt pathetic the entire time. But those were emotions I could fight with later, with Maki, for once.

“Why do you keep choosing these movies if you know they’re only going to scare you?” She only chuckled to herself the moment she felt my hand squeezing around her forearm. She stole a look over at me perched next to her whenever a look of realization finally filled her features. “Oh, I think I know what you want.” She spoke, gently tugging her arm out of my grasp to let it inch upwards as if giving me a chance to change my mind. It was a big step after all. A monumental step that I’d be honest still left me shaking if I thought too hard about it. I had chosen a graphic enough movie though to where it wasn’t weighing on my mind too heavily. Enough to where one trigger outweighed the other. “You sure?”

I nodded in response, already wringing my hands in my lap and flinching the moment another striking attack flashed against the screen. “Maki!” I practically whined with a frustrated groan in an attempt not to sound too pathetic.

“Okay, okay… just relax.” She spoke through another snicker, but in a way I didn’t mind the laughs from her end. It felt less serious that way, less heavy, less like I was trying to complete a ritual to break myself of some ancient curse that I would shatter everything I touched.

I tightened all of my muscles to keep from flinching the moment I felt her arm laying out against my shoulders. The weakest tremor seemed to course through me, it didn’t feel like a constant terrified tremble though. Rather more like a shiver. “It’s okay, it’s just me… I’ve got you.” Her voice was more soothing than I swore I had ever heard it be before as she pulled me closer into her side and I finally let my own arms move to slide around her waist as I placed my head on her chest, ear pressed right against her sternum where I could faintly hear the thump of her heartbeat underneath; and I nearly felt like sobbing at the sound.

She was so warm it felt as if I’d never be cold again, she was softer than any pillow and any mattress I had ever fallen asleep on. And the way she smelled… oh, the way she smelled so much sweeter than I ever expected her to. Sweet but mellow… soothing even, like fresh aloe vera mixed with cherry blossoms and the warmth of amber. I never wanted to smell anything else ever again. The tears pricked my eyes as I burrowed my face into her chest, hand shaking as I knotted the excess fabric of her shirt into my fist. Completely and utterly terrified to let go.

I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I felt the pressure building up behind my eyes and I heard her gently shushing me from above. “I know… I know.” I felt her other arm squeeze around me, and for once the feeling only felt safe, secure. Strong arms that felt like a shield as she seemed to cradle me like I was some prized possession. I think I would’ve been okay with it if I was.

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” She murmured just before I could feel her calloused yet still so gentle palm stretch against the side of my face causing me to steal a blurred glance up at her.

“It feels like such a tiny thing.” My voice felt so weak after such long periods of disuse. Sometimes I almost wondered if it still worked at all.

“It’s not.” Maki voiced, brushing her thumb underneath my aching eyes, and I couldn’t help but to let my cheek nuzzle into her hand as I screwed my eyes shut before another wave could come on. “I’m never… ever, going to let anybody else hurt you. And if they do just know that I’ll make them pay for it.” Her lips felt soft as she let them brush delicately against my forehead. A cautious little peck, testing the waters even though we had managed to progress on kisses probably more than anything else. But I was still surprised to see how the most innocent of gestures could still be the most intimate.

Maki cleared her throat as she pulled me back into her chest, almost like she was trying to keep me from seeing her blush too hard as she reached for the remote to busy herself. I could tell whenever it came to her own emotions we still had some work to do. We would get there though. “This movie is getting to be uhhh… a bit too intense for me too so- why don’t we switch to something else?”

“Or we could just lay here.” I suggested with my voice still muffled into her shirt.

“We could… but you hate silence though.”

“It’s not silent,” I corrected with a shake of my head, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

I could feel a quick rise in her chest, like her breath had suddenly halted in her lungs while her grip around me only seemed to tighten. “Well… that’s fucking adorable.” I couldn’t help but let out a tiny chuckle at her statement, mentally rolling my eyes at her poetic words just before I could practically hear her gulping a heavy lump down her throat. A small quiver sweeping over her body even; I almost forgot that she wasn’t used to being held either. “Seriously though that’s… I-I don’t know- th-this feels really good.”

“Yeah? This is okay for you?” I still caught myself being nervous even now, catching my bottom lip in between my teeth with an anxiety-induced bite.

“Wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” I could almost hear the smug smirk in her words before her voice softened ever so slightly. “Seriously though, we can just lay here for a minute… or several… or all night. But if you ever tell the boys how soft I’m being right now then I’ll revoke your cuddles.”

“No, you won’t.” I said simply, carefully lifting my legs to stretch across her lap, almost sighing in relief as all of the tension packed into my muscles seemed to fade away.

“No,” She whispered with a little sigh of relief, other arm sliding over them almost as if to cradle me, pull me closer if the act was even possible. “I won’t. I don’t think I could ever.” And just like that- I let myself melt right into her.

I started trying to trust her whenever she spoke to me too, that had probably been even harder to learn how to do than anything else. Because people always told you that they would be there for you if you ever needed them, until you actually did. I was taught a long time ago that you couldn’t rely on anybody else, why would Maki be any different?

I was still set off by the littlest things, the simplest little triggers that a non-traumatized version of me would’ve even sought out. I used to think stories about sapphic love were the best things to ever exist. They were my favorite types of stories. The greatest and most pure versions of love I had ever seen. But now they only hurt.

Having your one and only experience with romance be an arranged marriage could mess with your head sometimes. There were almost some moments where I could convince myself that things with Maki were real. At the end of the day though these stories only seemed to be a stark reminder that she still didn’t choose me. A reminder that not everyone got happy endings.

It was late by the time Maki got home, I was still curled up in the cold king-sized bed with a book in one hand and the other squeezed around my stomach as if trying to hug myself. Just another attempt to self soothe even though the hot tears burning my eyes and making my head throb didn’t seem to stop. “Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late. That curse was kind of giving me a hard time.” I could hear her heavy sigh from the living room, practically picturing her kicking her shoes off and yanking on her tie to loosen it. She went silent after that for a moment, leaving me trying my hardest to halt the incessant flow of tears before she inevitably made her way back to the bedroom and noticed something was up. Silence was usually a sign, and she was always an observant one.

I could already hear her soft footsteps trailing down the hallway before she paused in the door frame of the bedroom with a soft frown forming on her lips. “Bad ending?” She wondered with a glance down at the book that I still clutched in my lap. My silence must’ve been answer enough for her as she cleared her throat and let her feet carry her towards the side of the bed. “Good ending then. You’re just not looking for a good ending though, are you?” She questioned before taking a cautious seat on the mattress, always keeping her distance until I gave her the okay to get closer.

“They’re comforting sometimes… bad endings.” I sniffled lightly, a faint tremor creeping into my hand as I lifted it to futility brush the tears away. “It’s selfish though, to wish bad endings on somebody else just because you don’t get a happy ending, you know? I- I don’t have a right to do that, I-I don’t have a right to be bitter.”

Maki hummed a bit to herself just before I could feel the slight tickle of her brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know, I think all of us have reserved the right to be just a little bit more bitter, don’t you think?”

The tiniest little smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a tearful chuckle following just as I caught myself almost nudging my way back to her hand. Maki caught on shortly though, letting her hand envelope the side of my face as I nuzzled my cheek into her palm attached to knuckles that I now noticed were still bloodstained from earlier. “Maybe you do, I don’t know if I do though.”

The more gentle she was though the more my eyes seemed to water and the more my bottom lip seemed to tremble as I squeezed my pathetic hands into little fists as if that’d stop anything. “Talk to me.” She murmured, my face growing cold the moment she moved her hand only to slide a cautious arm around my shoulders as she pulled me in. It was getting easier to fall into her at least, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t healing. It was just too easy to forget that it was only a façade though. Her arm squeezing around my shoulders as she lounged back in bed and let me curl up on her chest. She was only being nice. It wasn’t because it was real. “Talk to me.” She still whispered… no, demanded, just as a stern pair of fingers were lightly grasping my chin to tilt my head upwards to meet hers. “I’m only going to hold you like this if you talk to me.”

“That isn’t fair.” I spoke through the most pathetic whimper before I wrenched my chin out of her grasp only to burrow my face back into her chest where I felt the faintest little sigh of frustration. I was starting to lose it, acting like some petulant child that I knew she would grow tired of some point and probably beg to be set free of.

“What also isn’t fair is coming home late to find my fiancée crying in bed and she won’t tell me what’s wrong so I don’t know how to help or make things better.” My hormones must’ve been at least 50 shades of fucked up because the moment I felt her hands on my shoulders as if to pry me away from her another strangled sob and stab of emotions spilled from my lips, hands a quivering mess as I clutched onto her with what seemed to be dear life.

“I just…” I gulped a heavy lump down my throat, trying to push away every part of me that was too scared to talk to her about things like this. It might’ve sounded stupid, but I had never pictured myself opening up to someone like Maki. I had never thought she would care about things so trivial such as the emotions of the person she had looked down upon the most in school. And yet she had still been the one to kiss my scars and make me feel safe at night in an apartment I always pictured we’d just be indifferent roommates in. Maybe there was a part of her that cared. I just had to be willing to see it. “Sometimes I just read stuff like that and I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Why is it so easy for everyone else to find the person that they’re in love with but- but for me it’s been… fuck, it’s been impossible? A-And sometimes I just compare myself to every other love story out there and I just start to think- y-you know, maybe I’m just broken. Maybe I’m just not meant to be loved. M-Maybe I’m just… unlovable.”

The tiniest gasp hitched in my throat the moment I felt Maki’s hands on my cheeks with a sharp look within her eyes, “No, you are not unlovable. You could never be unlovable. I-I have seen unlovable before and believe me, baby, it is not you.” My heart jumped the tiniest bit in my chest at the unfamiliar pet name. Maki already wasn’t one to use pet names, let alone ones like ‘baby’, she had only just started calling me ‘sweetheart’ a few days ago. And even though it was probably just to make me feel better or because she had learned I liked it whenever she called me that, it still made something pause in me. Something that made me think for at least a moment that it wasn’t all forced.

Her breathing sounded the slightest bit shaky as I felt her pressing her forehead to mine, my hands bundling up into anxious fists against her chest. And for a second I almost thought she was getting emotional too, which was even less like Maki. Nevertheless I could’ve almost sworn I heard a slight twinge of a quiver in her words, “I don’t ever want to hear those words coming out of your mouth again, do you understand me?”

My glassy eyes were wide as I fought the urge to wince, but she wouldn’t hurt me, I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. She didn’t know her own strength sometimes but whenever it came to me, to this, she was cautious enough to where I’d be sure. “Look, I-” she lowered her voice with a sigh and a shake of her head as she gradually let her hands slip away from my face, “I used to feel like that too, especially after, you know, everything that happened in shibuya. I was convinced I was just going to… die without ever getting to, you know, experience what this kind of love actually feels like.” I let myself settle against the headboard next to her, watched her as she tilted her head back against the material as if she could hardly hold her eyes open. I almost felt guilty, but I knew the second I apologized or told her that she should get some rest instead then she’d probably never come back to it. “And then I wake up covered pretty much waist up in burns with probably permanent nerve damage and, I don’t know, the world of sorcerers can be pretty shallow and aren’t typically down to go for somebody like me. Permanently scarred, clan failure, almost zero cursed energy-”

“I like your scars though.” I blurted the words out before I could even think about them. God I could be so insensitive sometimes, but Maki didn’t appear to mind.

A small smile even tugged on her lips as she glanced down at where I sat with my cheek pressed to the corner of her shoulder, fiddling around with her loose sleeve. “You do?” She questioned, almost as if she wondered if she heard the words wrong. And meanwhile she slowly reached for her sleeve to gradually roll the fabric up to her elbow.

“Yeah, they… they almost remind me of like, tiger stripes in a way.” I could almost notice the tiniest wince mixed with a hitch in her throat as I delicately traced my fingers over the scarred skin that had slowly smoothed out over the years. Now like lightening shaped indentations encircling the entire length of her arm. Going from angry red to pale pink to a mixture of white and a slightly dull skin color. It felt terribly intimate, but she didn’t pull away, just let her arm lay in between us with her palm facing the ceiling. “So, do you still feel like that?” I murmured after a moment of silence to peer up at her.

Maki almost seemed like she had been sucked in a trance though, the slightest bit of water gathered in her eyes that she tried to blink away to the best of her ability. “Ummm… s-sorry, what?”

“That you’ll never know what that kind of love feels like?” My eyes almost widened the moment she turned to face me, her normally striking amber that I had never seen get so soft before. She didn’t look like this to anyone else, warm and inviting like they were just begging me to squeeze closer.

“No…” She answered simply with a small shrug. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Oh…” I had hoped it didn’t sound like I was disappointed. Loneliness could be so unfair sometimes, because obviously I never wanted anybody else to feel like that, but I didn’t want to be the only person either.

“Hey, wait, don’t go quiet on me just yet.” Maki spoke, catching my face in her hand once more just before I could glue my eyes to our laps again. All I wanted was to stop the tears though, stop crying for once in my life, stop crying in front of her even though I was starting to forget who else was left to cry in front of. Who else was left at all?

“Maki, I can’t do this.” The words were forced, another denial not only to her but also to myself… mostly myself. Just before I was about to pull away though her scarred hands latched onto my shoulders to more or less yank me into her arms. The lack of pain behind the force was telling however, physically fighting herself not to be strong, for once.

“Stop fighting me.” She ordered the moment she felt my hands pressing flat against her chest as if to try and push her away. It would never work though, her arms already felt like permanent binds around me and I would never in a million years overpower her. I had never even wanted to. I had just wanted her to stop pretending, stop making me feel like it’s real whenever we both knew the circumstances. I wouldn’t tease myself again. I couldn’t. My hands curled back into her shirt, fisting into the excess fabric, like I just needed something to hold on to before I lost myself entirely. But the sobs were giving way though, tears that felt like a series of tsunamis that racked relentlessly through my entire body. And I didn’t know what else to do besides let myself break.

Everything felt muffled as I burrowed my face into Maki’s neck, every inch of me shaking like I was in the middle of a snowstorm. The words I spoke were barely audible once I finally caught a break in between the cries, pathetic and stupid words that had me hating myself more than what I thought was possible. “What if nobody ever loves me?” What if nothing ever changes? What if it’s just not meant for me?

Maki’s breathing seemed to hitch again, for just the briefest moment before her hands could pry me apart from her for just another moment. A push and pull that had me whimpering even as she held my red and irritated cheeks in her hands for the millionth time. An expression in her eyes that almost looked like hurt with the smallest string of guilt looped into it. Wide eyes that I swore could’ve almost held a hint of innocence. Had I hurt her? Even though the idea that anyone outside of her family could successfully hurt Maki Zenin’s feelings had always seemed impossible to me. Especially the idea that I could, of all people.

“You… you think I don’t love you?” She spoke, eyebrows that only furrowed together in hurt, and I was almost scared to answer her, scared to tell her the truth.

“I just… I- y-you didn’t choose me, Maki. Th-This was all arranged, you were forced-”

“Fuck that.” She cursed, the sudden sharpness in her voice almost making me flinch. “If I wanted to tell them no, then I would have. I’ve been disgraced by the Zenin clan before, I’ve walked away from them before, for fuck’s sakes I turned my back on my own twin sister. If I didn’t wanna fucking be here right now, then I wouldn’t be!”

I watched her throat bob as she gulped a heavy lump down her throat, eyes glistening as if they were about to give way to more hidden tears. But has she ever even cried before? “I’m sorry-” I had barely gotten the apology out before she was shaking her head and drawing backwards to run a quivering hand through her hair before suddenly yanking the usual ponytail from its hold leaving it to cascade down her shoulders. She had grown it all back fairly easily after Shibuya, still the sight of seeing her with it like that almost felt like the most intimate moment of all.

“Goddamn it, baby, I was talking about you! Wh-Whenever I said I knew what that kind of love feels like I was talking about you! Only you! It has only ever been you! And maybe you weren’t my very first choice but it wouldn’t have been anyone else either! So you’re wrong, because I did choose you! I am choosing you! And there is not a single other universe where I wouldn’t choose you!” Her voice cracked, tears that almost felt mythical as they streamed down her face. She didn’t hide them this time though, she let me see every single one. “I love you.” The words almost felt like a punch, the sharpest whimper puncturing my lungs as I tried to muffle it behind my hand.

“I love you.” It was quieter this time as she made her way back towards me, hands finally caressing my cheeks with no intention to let go, only to pull me in closer until I fell right back into her embrace. My body strewn across her lap as she slid her careful fingers through my hair and held me right to her chest. “I love you… and there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to convince you of that.” Her lips brushed against my hairline with a featherlight touch, and her grip didn’t loosen for even a second as she let herself lounge backwards, taking me right with her. “Just tell me what I need to do, baby, and I’ll do it.”

My eyes were heavy in the aftermath, tears soaking into her shirt until I couldn’t hold them open anymore. “Just stay with me.” My voice came out hoarse and cluttered with misuse, but for once the tremors were gone. The only words I had said that I was completely sure of, “I love you too.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Maki spoke with the softest little yawn from above me that only gave way to a quiet yet tearful chuckle. “And don’t worry sweetheart, I know you do.”

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[virgolixx]

Hi I know this might be a stretch but can I have from one piece how Luffy, Ace, sanji and shanks would take to the news of being told that they’re going to be fathers as their S/O is pregnant?

Head Cannon:

:How would these one piece men react to the news about becoming fathers:

Luffy, Sanji, Ace, Shanks

Theme: Fluff💕

⚠️Warnings: Slight discouragement/very worried op men, overall happy content.

(Note: Apologies for the late request response, I hope to try and get better at releasing more on a weekly schedule.)

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Luffy:

Is absolutely beaming has big ass smile on his face. Does not fully understand the whole concept of pregnancy other than another human will be born, so you teach him and answer all the questions he may have, and yes he has many silly questions. (He will totally ask questions like “Does it poop in your belly” 😂)

Would ask Sanji to make sure you are getting the food you need, and would have chopper constantly making sure your pregnancy is going smoothly.

Would be absolutely excited about buying the baby clothes but would have Nami or Robin with him to help him get the actual necessary supplies

Would be absolutely happy with either gender, just as long your baby is healthy and strong.

I feel like with anyone he meets, well the ones that are save to tell, he would boast about being a father. Would absolutely want ace to know 100%. (N if by following the anime, I feel like luffy would absolutely cry if you named the baby in the memory of ace)

Would spoil you with cuddles, would absolutely love to always have a hand on your belly just to feel your baby move.

Once in labor he would be by your side, letting you squeeze the hell out of his hand, while Robin is aiding chopper with the delivery and Nami is wiping away your sweat.

After you’ve had the skin to skin bonding and the first 24 hours with your baby. Luffy would have you sleep and rest while himself and the rest (Nami and Robin and Chopper) watch over the baby, as Sanji cooks some nutritional food for you and brook plays a soothing song.

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Sanji:

His heart is pounding the hell outta his chest and is in a shocked state, but once he has recovered he has heart eyes

I can imagine Sanji pick you up and spin you around and give you a loving kiss. Like this man is over the moon to know that he will father your child.

Will be at your beckoning call, he will get you anything you need, like he constantly wants you to rest and not harm your self.

Will cook for you all the nutritional foods you need and will of course make you all the cravings you may have.

Would absolutely gives you massages, back rubs, feet rubs he gots you, he wants you to feel as comfortable as you can throughout your pregnancy

I feel like Sanji would be the most educated in the concept of pregnancy and if very prepared for it. Sanji would ask chopper about your pregnancy, see how the baby is, how you are.

I feel like at some moments during your pregnancy Sanji would feel terrified at the idea of being a father what if he’s horrible at it..baby is absolutely scared.

Doesn’t care about the gender he just wants the baby to be healthy and absolutely filled with love.

Once your in labor Sanji is holding your hand while he’s wiping away the sweat on your face with a rag. Sanji is praising about how great you doing and that it’s almost all done.

Once your baby is out, chopper passes the baby over to Sanji, at this moment Sanji is in his own world looking at his son, with a few strands of blond and a smile just like yours, Sanji tears up as his son grips on his pinky. At this moment Sanji’s fears vanish and he knew that he would do anything in his power to be an outstanding father to his newly born son and can’t wait to grow old with you.

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Ace:

This man is absolutely scared and can’t comprehend a little you or him is growing in you. Honestly he doesn’t think he deserves this much love from you or the idea of having a family with you. So the first 2 times I feel like he’d be kinda distant but only because he’s scared but absolutely craves the idea of being a family with you.

White beard would have a whole ass talk to ace about what’s to happen. Once understanding more ace looks for you to talk, but the moment he sees you in your shared room, how you’ve started to set up a nursery corner and humming while you slowly rub your growing bump. Ace feels at ease and filled with joy, he rushes over to you and hugs you while tearing up.

Ace would say how much of an idiot he’s been and will now be here for both you and the baby, how he’ll push through his fears and wants to begin a family with you.

From that day on ace has always given you cuddles, love, would always go fetch you your cravings and has always accompanied you to ship’s doctor for your pregnancy check ups.

I feel like you both would learn together about the pregnancy and how to better be prepared.

Gender doesn’t matter either to him, as long you and the baby are healthy.

Once on labor ace would be by your side as you grip on his arm, as he’s absolutely concerned for your wellbeing, but once the baby is out and you have a whole sigh of relief he has also calmed, looking at the his daughter he notices his freckles scattered on her little face, feeling so much joy for his little girl ace uses his powers to warm his body temp to sooth the baby as he hands her to you, so you could have your skin to skin bonding moment.

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Shanks:

Man is utterly shocked, he can’t process it and fear sets in, he’s not ready, so the only logical thing he can process right now is to leave, and that he did.

Today marks one month since he left, the exact same day you’ve told him the news about becoming a father. The day you became completely alone, it’s been barely 30 minutes since you got home from you doctor check up, the baby is growing smoothly and is healthy.

You hear a knock at your door, opening the door your are confused until you look down until you see him, Shanks is bowing down fully to the floor slightly shaking, through sobs he tells you he made such a huge mistake and that he wants to fully be with you and the baby.

Angry that now he shows up but also very emotional cause of the hormones you kneel down to him and cry and he hugs you, you want him back but the day he left you so did your trust in him, so you tell him that you just can’t with out the trust.

Understanding you shanks does absolutely everything to win back your trust and that he did, after 6 months you two are absolutely happy together again. I feel like he’s the one who build the nursery room and has read up on pregnancy to better learn and take care of you.

Shanks loves to hold your belly and kiss it while talking to the baby, he always brings you snacks and foods you may need.

Once again doesn’t care about the gender as long the baby is healthy, but would absolutely adore to have a little girl

Once you’re in labor shanks is absolutely sweating, he’s watching you then the doctor then back to you, but the moment he hears the crying he look’s directly at his daughter who has his hair color, shanks is full on crying now not believing that he almost gave up the chance of watching his daughter grow.

Giving you the baby so you can have skin to skin bond he hugs you and kisses the top of your head and whispers to you, “I’m never going to leave and I will protect you and our daughter”.

[noctunis]

Hmmm…Cloud with a s/o thats the EXACT opposite of him? How do you think he’d act?🧐

cloud n his polar opposite 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife x reader

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guys don’t mention the fact that i have to literally add esoteric angsty poetry in some of my works, it’s a habit i’m trying to break, okay?? 😭

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none that i know of except intended lowercase (?), lmk if i missed anything though!! 💕

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❥ cloud with someone who’s entirely different than him would def be an amusing sight.

❥ now we all know cloud. awkward, pretty stoic, his social skills all go into his sword basically. now, imagine him with this happy go lucky, sociable, sweetheart. it’s definitely a contrast.

❥ i think at the first meeting, it would take him some time to get used to you. especially if you’re chatty, then he might tell you to shut up a few times 😭 but once he gets used to you, he’ll somewhat stay quiet. if you flirt with him, he’ll literally combust. he has no idea what to do. leave him alone okay???

❥ once he’s around you enough, he might even start mimicking your behavior with certain traits. if you tease him, he’ll quip right back. he’ll even give you a close mouthed chuckle as your humor rubs off on him.

❥ it’s entertaining watching you follow cloud around like an excited puppy as you circle around him and ask all these questions while he’s just answering nonverbally. or imagine cloud just linking pinkies with you as he looks so determined on making sure you don’t get hurt in the streets while you’re just rambling on with no care in the world.

❥ if you’re the exact opposite of cloud, i assume you’re more extroverted or lively in a public setting. definitely more of a people person than cloud. but there are times where cloud will just drive you out to a quiet place and sit with you, watching over midgar or whatever sector you’re in. he’ll let you ramble on and on to him, listening for however long you want him to.

❥ ugh for some reason i can just imagine this scenario where youre just begging him to dance with you and he says no and then you keep going and pull him up to which he “begrudgingly” agrees and then UGH

❥ DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS VISION??????1??22?3?:?

❥ if you don’t know how to fight, cloud will gladly teach you. hes actually a really good teacher!! he’ll correct your form frankly and will give you a ‘good job’ if you perform correctly. he doesn’t know it, and he definitely won’t admit that he does if he knows it, but he’s a great teacher and he knows exactly what to say. cloud’s 50/50, he’ll either crack a smile or roll his eyes at you when he sees you pat yourself on the back for the simplest success, depending on how long you’ve known him.

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“c’mon, CLOUD—! just this one time!”

“no, i told you.” he huffs, “i don’t dance.” his eyes stay closed with furrowed brows, arms crossed while he leaned back in the small garden chair.

you decided to invite him to a family party, which ended up with you practically pleading on your knees for him to dance with you. you two were outside in a small clearing behind the small house as the music blared in the distance. only the whoops of family members and giggles of little kids running around were in the air, making you smile as you extended a hand out to cloud.

“just one?” you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes as you watched cloud exhale through his nose before he finally lifted his gaze to your hand. he observed it warily, almost as if it was a trick. cloud finally lifted his head and looked up at you, pressing his lips together as he considered his choices. he sighed, mumbled something under his breath, and took your hand in his own leather clad one.

you squealed and rushed to hug him, “thank you, cloudd—!” you drew out the ‘d’ as you squeezed him tight. he patted your back awkwardly before you pulled away and grinned at him, lifting a finger signaling for him to listen.

his gaze shifted elsewhere in thought, ears picking up the song blasting in the distance changing from a swing tune to a slow dancing rhythm.

you squeezed cloud’s hand in yours as you leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to ease him out of his stiffness. he closed his eyes, focusing on the music as you coaxed him into a small shuffle. the melody melded you into one being as you swayed with the music, cloud even being confident enough to eventually twirl you a bit.

you give him a sly grin, “y’sure you haven’t done this before, cloud?” you teased. he made a small noise of surprise before he looked away, still shuffling with you. the music was drowned out by the sound of each other’s heartbeats, cloud shaky sighs every time you’d giggle when you tripped over his feet. he reveled in the moments where you two were alone, only your bodies present accompanied with your minds and your hearts, full of love. where you’d persuade cloud to come out of his hideout and remind him that it’s okay to defrost, to accept that he is human and that he has feelings as well. he didn’t have to listen to everybody who’d recognize that he was cool or feel the pressure of their words where they’d only recognize him from a surface exterior. because truth be told, even the coolest of people try their damndest to be alright.

[at4zxx]

CHLOE CHARMING HEADCANONS

Chloe Charming x fem!reader

genre: the most fluffiest fluff💖

warnings: not proof read.

Such a lil cutie

LOVES going out places

When she was younger Ella and Charming would tell Chloe (and Probably Chad) the story of Cinderella every night before bed 😭😭 (got this from Malia herself)

and Chloe’s probably the one to believe in true love.

DEFINITELY GOT ALL THE BRAIN (chads kinda brainless and I love him for that )

when she met Red her face went from :D STRAIGHT TO D: after hearing Bridget say “OFF WITH HER HEAD.”

friends with fem reader since they were toddlers

When their parents put the two in play dates they would probably play Princess and the knight (you were the Princess, she was the knight)

End up arguing because you both wanted to be the knight. 😞😦

you both got the role of knight! Chloe just made her father or big brother get into a dress and be the princess (and what a pretty Princess they were)

I think you both had little kid crushes on each other, but you both didn’t exactly know what it was so after a while you both would just think you two were super bffs

Hugging, handholding, pinky promises, KISSES ON CHEEK, FOREHEAD. wholesome stuff ❤️

When you both got older, so did your friendship- I mean.

She likes you? AND WHY DID SHE ANNOUNCE IT IN PUBLIC.

probably pulled a Ben and said “I love you Y/N, did I ever mention that??” In front of the whole school like- ���️

YOU ACCEPT BECAUSE YOU LIKE HER TOO!

relationship status⬇️⬇️❤️

Loves hand holding , cuddling, kisses, ANYTHING THAT REGARDS LOVE.

congrats! You just got yourself a guard dog 💕

If you were endangered. Just watch as in a few minutes she comes into where you were held hostage like-

“Are you alright Mon cœur?”

“Are you hurt?-“

“Any bruises??-“

BRO HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN- THERES A DRAGON OUTSIDE.

she fed the thing some food. 😍

HER LEARNING ANY LANGUAGE IS CANON. IDC WHAT PEOPLE SAY.

Doesn’t exactly watch any movies but if your around. YES!

She finds it awkward watching her parents dance like “dad :C.. “ and then as soon as her mom joins in she’s like “ moooom!! D:”

she’ll ask if you want to dance afterwards like- learnt most of it from watching her parents.

She can play the piano 😍😍

You can play guitar.

First kiss with you! She kisses you first, you kiss her back, she kisses you once again.

her parents love having you around the place💕

Are make out sessions ever going to be a thing?

Not until you both are 18 buddy😞

or even better, not until your both 40. (PARENTS RULES!)

or maybe not?? (That’s a rhetorical question, don’t answer it.)

she’ll hold you until you fall asleep.

Cuddling in bed is a MUST.

your laying on her thighs because like- AAAA 😍😍

kisses on the palm of you hand and the back as if she treats you like a Princess.

SUCH A SWEETIE!!

Love her little smile (Malia as well!)

EDIT APPRECIATION DAY ⬇️

[dragon-queen21]

Little toga blurbs!!!

I lowkey don’t remember the lore and characters from my hero academia, I’m literally just obsessed with toga lol but I’ll try to include other characters ^.^

-idk if you seen arcane or clips of it, but there’s scene where powder goes to the bar and vander puts out a kid cup filled with orange juice for her and it reminds me of little toga at the LOV bar

-can’t get blood? Give her some cranberry juice! She’ll still be happy (sometimes when super little she can’t tell the difference XD)

-once did a surprise hug to Dabi behind him and he didn’t realize it was her and accidentally hurt her pinkie with his fire

-it did not even touch her, it was like one skin follicle that slightly felt the fire

-she still ignored Dabi and pouted all day because of it tho

-Magma gave the best piggyback rides to her and promised to give her one after the meeting thing was over, that was the same day she died, she never got her piggyback

-chews through EVERYTHING

-forces LOV to play dolls with her and creates the most drama storylines ever and makes everyone fully commit to the character their playing

-“oh miss Barbie-“ “AHEM!” “Toga.. fine… ✨oh miss Barbie!✨” (girly voice)

-(that was actually a reference to a play I was in! Midsummer’s night’s dream!)

-Dabi taught her Fortnite dances he did when he was younger

-she has definitely fortnite danced on a injured hero tho, bonus points if it was the worm

-“Compress, why have you been half-assing everything today?!” “well… because of this.” *Mr compresses turns around slight to find toga clinged on to his side like a squirrel hugging a tree* “morning shiggy!!”

-likes to hunt for bugs and reptiles and whenever she finds a lizard she calls it Snape (that’s the lizard guy’s name right?)

-themed bandaids always

-her texts give away when she’s regressed 100%

-“DABII 🔥🐬☄️🐦‍🔥🎆🧵🪡 wat u doin? ✨🔪🍴🗡️✨✨✨⭐️!!!” “Are you regressed no?” “Nooo 🍉⛸️🎭🛀🚰🩹📭💕🫑! Looc it us as emogis 💉🩸🪡🔥!” “…”

-likes to be thrown into the air by twice

-likes having her hair brushed by mr compress when trying to sleep, that with a story and soft background she’s sleeping like a baby (literally)

Kinda rambled oops!

💉🧸🩸🧃🔪🦇🩹

Honestly I get that. There are certain characters that I love so much and it's like "I want to rewatch this series just to see them again but I don't have the time/patience for it" tis a pain and I hate it

Anyways! Ramble time now :D

~I actually have seen arcane, not all of it, but enough that I do have a couple of headcanon drafts saved... maybe one day I should post them. Never finished the series though, probably will never for reasons but anyways!

~Exactly that! Also when Toga can tell the difference I like to think that she makes a face like you see kids doing when they are tricked into drinking cough syrup instead of soda pop XD

~Okay but I have to run with that idea and make it 100% angstier. Dabi who's never quite gotten over the fear of his past life and living with his father. Even if it's been years, old habits die hard, so being snuck up on instinctually sent him into a panic. And yeah, maybe he just scared Toga more than he actually hurt her, but the damage is already done and he hates himself because he acted just like his father did (he didn't, but that doesn't stop the anxious thoughts from telling him otherwise)

~Oh no! Wait I read through and answer these one at a time- I know I just said I wanted more angst- but come on now don't do that to me! Give the baby her piggy back rides! What the heck. I swear if I keep reading and Twice's death is brought up I will cry /lh (but also the likelihood of that happening twice and Toga losing two caregivers- okay I'm going to stop now)

~Just imagining Spinner having to play dolls with her. He's so over it with the fake voice. Shigaraki pokes fun at him, and ends up being pulled into the game because of it

~XD Toga is just clinging to Compress like a barnacle. I like to think she's been there all day, no one has noticed until now. And The regressor is just giggling like a maniac. Shigaraki is like "dude... how did you manage to get anything done today at all???" Compress while sighing "practice"

~Spinner actually... but also her naming lizards after a bunch of heros would probably make Spinner laugh. Something something the equivalent of calling all the heroes ugly or something

~Hawks looks over at Dabi's phone once and just sees it being blown up by emojis. He's so confused, and probably starts doing it as well. Now the fire user has two menaces to deal with.

Sorry if my responses aren't the best or I didn't cover everything I wrote this last night really late and I didn't want to make you wait another day for a response

[littledevilgirl]

I would slap tf out of that pretty face

like this?🤭😉😋

[greensagephase]

So an earlier ask inspired this one but like

What if, after so long being mistaken as a couple one day they don't? Like maybe it's a new spider recruit, or someone on the street that maybe see Durz interacting with someone else- just friendly tbh, and makes an offhand comment to Miguel, like oh aren't they a cute couple? And Migs already going into the routine of deny or just blush and take it and paused because it's... Not him they're referring to?

He just kinda freezes because... That... Sounds weird. Makes his heart feel funny. He's not sure why? He'll try to rationalize it away but maybe after the fact when they're alone he just silently offers his pinky and feels at peace when Durz's hand slips into his own...

Hiii, nonnie!! Thank you for the ask!! 🥰

Ok, ngl, this made me a little sad for Miguel, but it's also fun to think about! 🤭

At that point, he's probably ready to just say 'thank you' or something like that because he's going along with it instead of correcting them and also, he's so used to people assuming you and him are something, but then -- what???????!!

The way he'd freeze on the spot and his crimson eyes would go a little wide because what do they mean you and Ben Reilly look cute together (imagined Reilly in this, don't mind me)?? He thought they were about to say you and HIM, not Reilly. That makes no sense to him at all?? But he has to force himself to respond to the person, so he replies with a, "yeah, they do", which leaves a bad taste in his mouth all day. The image of you and Ben standing near each other is seared into his brain like a poorly done romcom in which the main characters that end up together by the end make no sense at all.

Of course, he says nothing about it to you all day, even though you can sense there's something on his mind. He tries to push the thought away along with the pending question of why he's so unnerved by that interaction -- by the thought of you with a man. Maybe he tells himself for like 3 seconds that Reilly (or whoever it is), just isn't worthy of you and that's why he's put off by that thought (DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT 🗣🗣🗣).

The bad feeling stays with him all the way until you're both home at the penthouse, chilling in the living room after dinner. It's still bothering him even while the two of you sit on the floor, mugs of café de olla and plates with pan dulce on the coffee table.

At last, he makes a silent request for comfort with his pinky finger, and it's only with your pinky fingers intertwined that he finds peace regarding the strange moment with Reilly, knowing this sweet gesture and that sweet smile on your face, is reserved for only him. (He still avoids thinking about why it bothered him sm because he's in denial 💀, like Miguel, that's your wife, pookie!!)

Thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!! Also, I'm sorry for taking like 5 days to answer it 😭 I've been busy decorating for Christmas in my free time + cleaning the attic, and then Thanksgiving happened!! I hope you're doing well and that you end the year on a high note!! 💖🫶🏼💕

Alondra❤️

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

Hiiii Daphne for the Artist and Fic Writer EOY Asks I’ll send these numbers: 30, 25, 22 andddd 19 🩵🫶🏻

Love you

Hi Minaaaaa 💕💕

So many questions, oof 😅... I'll do my best to answer!

19. A new genre or style you tried

Since I just started writing again this year (after never really writing that much lol), my whole writing style is something new I'm trying out and getting used to.

22. An idea you had that didn't make the cut

Didn't make the cut... YET. I have so many ideas and I never really give up on them. This year I finally wrote two ideas that I had a year ago or so. Or I simply talk @guiltyasdave dizzy until she incorporates some pieces of my ideas, hehehehe.

25. A scene or image that lives rent-free in your head

From my own writing: Dave linking his pinky with reader in the elevator and telling her she's so fucking beautiful (one of the ideas I had for over a year btw): kiss the bride

and from @toomanystoriessolittletime this six sentence fic with Javier Peña. Patching him up, all secretive and soft and ugh, it's just a perfect scene.

and @guiltyasdave wrote Dave with a knife: takes one to know one (🫠🫠🫠). And there's a moment when girlie struggles but she basically hears Dave's encouragement in her head because they have such a precious relationship and it's just perfect and everything I want in my life.

30. Advice to yourself (and maybe others) for the new year

Don't beat yourself up, ever. Even deleted words are progress. Just because an idea/wip doesn't spark dopamine now, it's not dead yet and might come back to you at a later time. And, for the love of christ, READ MORE! (The reading advice is just for me because I'm the worst reader out there. I'm having such a hard time reading but it's absolutely necessary for me personally to grow as a writer, especially writing in a language that's not my native one)

Thank you for asking, Mina, love you to sweetheart! 💕✨

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

*ೃ༄ ready, set, spin! ˚◞♡ ⃗

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Indian!Reader

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 923

Warnings: Use of Y/N, use of nicknames (sweetheart, my love) and lots of culture infodumping but everything’s just fluffy stuff! :D

A/N: Wrote this while waiting for a ballet performance which I’m in to start so not proofread at all :’)

(also shoutout to @hobiebrownismygod for hyping my up tHAT WAS LITERALLY SO SWEET THANK U SO MUCH MY LOVE 💕)

“Gwen? Gwen! What-”

You cut yourself off with a soft grunt as the girl in front of you tackled you into a hug, squeezing you tight against her. You dropped your kathak bag onto the floor to hug her back. “Hi, Y/N. I had some free time and thought I’d come visit you. You just got back from kathak?”

You nodded and squeezed her hand as she pulled away to press a kiss to your lips and look at you, dressed in a ghagra choli and churidars covered from head-to-toe in mirror-like sequins stitched barely inches apart onto the midnight blue fabric.

“You look like a disco ball,” Gwen noted, giving you a smile. “Yeah, I noticed.” You linked pinkies with her, dragging her over to sit beside you on the couch while you caught your breath. “We had to do so many chakkars today, I’m absolutely exhausted.”

“Chakkars? What are- oh, are they those spins? Are you spotting enough?” Gwen pulled your legs over her lap, examining the ghungroo bells tied around your ankles with fascination. You held out your hand to her and she untied the strings of bells for you, dropping it into your palm and starting to massage small circles into your sore calf muscles.

“Yeah, I’m spotting enough. It’s just really tiring, y’know?”

Gwen smoothed down a wrinkle in your ghagra. “Yep, that happens. Same thing with pirouettes.”

“Noooo, pirouettes are so different! They’re all graceful and elegant and your legs are in weird positions and a chakkar is more speed than grace. I bet you can’t do a chakkar,” You grinned at her from across the couch, a friendly challenge in your tone at the last part.

“Oh, you are on. And I bet you can’t do a pirouette.”

“Deal. Prepare to lose, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy.” You couldn’t help but giggle softly at the death-glare she gave you once you mentioned her full name. Fortunately, you knew her well enough to know you had to squirm out of range so she couldn’t tickle you ruthlessly.

“Okay, pirouettes, right? Is it like…” You placed your left foot a few inches behind your right one, angled out so your ankles were lined up. Gwen winced at how you were mercilessly butchering the fourth position in ballet.

“Shush, I’m trying my best. I’d like to see you try to do a chakkar on your first try.” You gave her a little glare, unable to squash the smile tugging at your mouth.

Gwen stuck her tongue out at you and joined you on the floor, standing a few feet away and joining her heels. “How do I do it again…?”

“Wait, you gotta use the ghungroo!” You grabbed the strings and tied them around her ankles, the bells jingling with every move she made. Gwen scrunched her nose as she looked down at it. “This is so different from ballet. Lemme guess, next you’re going to tell me to not point my toes.”

“Well… yeah, actually. See, you’re catching on already!” You gave her a kiss on the cheek before retaking your place and trying your best to figure out how you had aligned your heels. “Okay, you go first. Do a four-step chakkar. I’ll count tha, thei, thei, thut. On each syllable you move your feet into the turn.”

“Wait, wh-”

“Tha, thei, thei, thut” You watched Gwen fumble her way through the turn. Surprisingly, she was a natural at it, although her technique could be perfected a little. “Whoa, you’re actually really good at this. It took me weeks to learn how to do a chakkar.”

Gwen gave you a big smile and reached out to squeeze your hand in thanks before coming to stand beside you. “Okay, now do a pirouette. I know you can do it, sweetheart. C’mon, feel the fire, reach into your heart to find the answer or whatever those mentors in your serials say.”

You feigned a dramatic gasp. “Don’t insult Bollywood serials, they’re awesome!”

“I never said they weren’t. Now shush and focus on the turn or you might end up on the floor with a twisted ankle.” You angled your gaze at a point on the wall to spot through your turn, then brought your hands to curve and meet a little in front of your belly button. You pushed your back leg off the ground into the turn, but lost your spotting point somewhere along the way and ended up losing your balance.

Gwen lunged to catch you before you could hit the ground, steadying you and bringing you back onto your feet. “Yeah, I think that’s enough for today. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

“Pani puri,” You immediately suggested. Gwen’s eyes widened and she flushed a little as she remembered an incident that happened when you first tried to teach her to crack open the sphere part of the snack.

“You know I keep breaking those little sphere things,” She complained, giving you puppy eyes in hopes that they’d change your mind. “I spilled the pani part of it all over you last time too, remember? And I don’t wanna ruin your kathak clothes, they’re so pretty.”

“That’s fine, my love. I’ll go change and I’ll teach you how to do it again, properly this time. Besides, pani puri isn’t supposed to be eaten neatly, the whole point of it is that it’s messy and you need to somehow stuff the whole thing in your mouth before it leaks and makes too big of a mess to clean up.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only because you asked me to. And I’m going to hold the puri this time.”

I don’t do Kathak and I never have, so pls lmk if anything’s incorrect! <3

Kathak is a type of northern Indian classical dance, with alternate passages of mime and dancing.

A ghagra is a long full skirt, often decorated with embroidery, mirrors, or bells.

A choli is a blouse or a bodice-like upper garment that is commonly cut short leaving the midriff bare (but it’s not always cropped that short). It is usually worn along with a sari or ghagra in the Indian subcontinent.

A ghungroo, also known as ghunghru or ghungur or ghungura, is one of many small metallic bells strung together to form ghungroos, a musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers.

Spotting is just a technique used by dancers when they’re spinning as a way to not lose their balance - basically you just focus on a point and every time you spin you have to look at that particular point as quickly as you can and for as long as you can.

[pinky102zanexd]

Hello, I just hope that your still ok out there and when are you going to continue writting SilentTale.

I have finally had the courage to say this out in public, I've only told my closest friends about this last year... I'm really sorry, thank you so much for your support on SilentTale, but unfortunately, I discontinued the story, the same for my other AUs...🥲

Since last year, I have fallen out of everything involving Undertale, it was a rough time. I tried. I tried to get into it again, but after being criticized of my art style on the last Frans art I drew at that time (my last attempt to go back), it was the last straw😅 I had to leave writing and drawing for Undertale.

Currently, I'm into Welcome Home. It's not a perfect community, to be honest, but it was the first time that I felt I wasn't ignored of my efforts, nor was I criticized for having to draw whatever style I wanted to try out and explore. I feel like I was used and only wanted if I gift them my works or answer their requests, being here in the Undertale fandom.

I'm sorry I cannot stay longer than 5 years. But I still want to thank this community for giving me a chance to cultivate my art, for being the starting point of everything I've done so far. Although I said previous negative comments on this matter, I can never ignore the genuine support you pinksterz💕 have given me throughout the 5 years I've been here. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for being there for me, and for joining me in experiencing the best moments of this stay.

I may do snippets, idk, I may draw doodles, redraws, rewrites, but I can't promise you that. I WILL however, answer the SilentTale requests I've been putting off, hopefully (damn, Pinky, you said that too last year, but you didn't make it-), hopefully I don't feel unmotivated whenever I try to do so xD I tried, many times, but I was left staring at the canvas and eventually gave up 😭 I would also continue FLICKERtale. Maybe.

If you have any worries and questions regarding this matter, do raise it.

As always, stay awesome. Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

See you in the other side. 🫶

[beelinx]

GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE I’VE BEEN SO BUSY WITH THE HOLIDAY SEASON AND ALL 😭

I pinky promise I’ll get to answering and posting more stuff once these next few days are over 😪💕

[quaxorascal]

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MEANT TO SEND THIS LAST NIGHT BUT FORGOT LETS GOOOOO

YAAAY THANK YOU 💕 // ask meme here

1. what song makes you feel better?

A few! One of my current faves is “Rain Clouds” by The Arcadian Wild — thank you to @dumpstermaster for introducing me to it :3

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

Oooh, tough call… I should honestly get more into candles tbh. I do have a soft spot for Coal & Canary candles in particular, even though the only scent coming to mind is a Pride candle of theirs my brother got for me, I Can See Queerly Now! The scent is just straight-up Froot Loops akshkdsk

7. what color brings you peace?

On top of the green and sky blue from the previous answer, I think I can add golden yellow :)

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

Moving to the new apartment! It’s slow going rn but it’s more exciting than not. OOOH I’m also excited about Veilguard coming out! I’m not going to play it immediately but houghhh I’m excited

23. favorite piece of clothing?

I have a few I really really love!! I’ve got a long green cardigan I haven’t worn in months but very much enjoy, and I’ve got earrings with sun-moon-star symbols and fake butterfly wings on the bottoms that I Adore. I’ve also recently fallen in love again with the ring that my parents gave me as a teen, so that’s on my pinkie :) OH and my red fruit-pattern vest that I put my pins on

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

Tbh, shutting myself in a room alone to listen to music or to play games on my Switch. Nothing hits quite like it, although going on an hours-long walk can also helps. Depends on how much I don’t wanna be perceived!