#please I don't want to snip you 😭

[prayerplanthoarder]

I mean this is really pretty and all, and funny how the last 2 leaves kinda have this perfectly inverted pattern of green and white, but...

... why does it try to self-destruct now 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[phoenixblaze1412]

*cries* imagine kid reader wants to have bangs so one of the segments decide to cut them some but it ends up being too short and look horrible 😭

I tried my best with this one anon, hope you like it😭

Bangs.

Seeing your Aunty Sandrone was the reason why you're standing on a small stool and looking at your reflection in the mirror. It was her hair. The way her hair looks so pretty. Most importantly, her bangs.

Your father never really did give you a proper hairstyle, he just combed your hair to get rid of the knots before going to his work in the laboratory. But after walking along the hallways of the palace to grab a little snack and seeing the Marionette, you knew you wanted a hairstyle like hers.

You grabbed a comb and brushed your hair down before holding up a pair of scissors to cut your hair short.

"What are you doing?"

You jumped in surprise and quickly turned around to see Theta leaning by the door with his arms crossed.

"Didn't your father tell you not to hold something big and sharp yet until you're a teenager? You're gonna get yourself hurt, dumbass."

He huffed and grabbed the scissors away from your hands before looking over at the hairbrush and clips you left on the sink as he gave you a questioning look.

"What are you even doing with these?"

"I just wanted to have bangs like Aunty Sandrone! Papa never styles my hair and I wanted one! Please Theta!"

The segment would have immediately said no the moment you exclaimed you wanted your hair to be cut for some stupid bangs. But the moment you pulled out your ultimate weapon against him: those puppy dog eyes you mustered up. How could he say no to you...

"Okay! Fine! Come here."

Hearing him give in to your pleas to help you cut skme bangs was probably the most regrettable decision you have ever made.

Theta was never really skillful when it comes to hairstyles. He could slice open a cadaver but snipping and cutting hair? Not on his résumé.

He wasn't really sure how the Marionette was able to cut her bangs so he tried to cut it the same way as hers. Snipping some of your hair and combing it away with a brush before looking it over and grumbling to himself at how they were uneven and asymmetrical to the point that he keeps cutting it shorter and shorter until its even. He already gave up halfway through and left some parts uncut.

". . . Looks good enough."

Theta stared at your face before biting down on his lips to try and stop himself from laughing. Oh archons, he was terrible with hair.

"Thetaaaa!"

Your cries and wails can be heard from the hallways which caused the other segments to stop from their work.

"Ahaha! I said I'm sorry-! Hehehaha!"

The door to the laboratory was swung open as the segments stared flabbergasted at your tiny form, Theta following behind you with tears in his eyes from all the laughing he did. Some were trying to hold in their laughs, others were worried about you. Delta and Gamma was cackling very loudly in the back which made you cry more.

"What's all this commotion about?"

Zandik walked out from his office as he looked at his segments before glancing at you only to choke on his saliva at your current predicament.

"Papa!"

You watched as your father let out a fake cough to hide his laugh before walking over to pick you up.

"(Y/n), what have you gotten yourself into this time? You look... not like how you usually do."

Your father grabbed a small hand mirror and handed it to you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Pouting at first before wailing at how you're stuck with your hair like that forever.

"I don't want Theta touching my hair anymore! He made me ugly!"

"HEHEHAHAH!"

"My dear, your hair will grow again. Although it will take a few months.."

"I'm uglyyy!"

[sorrowfulrosebud]

You want wolf/puppy Bakugou asks? You gottem! (Hopefully I do this right lol)

Wolf/puppy hybrid Bakugou who is aggressive towards anything and everyone. Will growl and show his teeth if someone even looks at him funny, even though they were just glancing around and just looked at him for a second. Will scare off or threaten other hybrids that try to be friendly, exempt maybe for his "friends".

Except for reader. That aggressive boy will act up and start fights while out and about but when he's home? He'll just wanna throw and rip his toys, and want cuddles.

You better have a hand on him at all times, whether petting or not, cause if you ain't he's stopping ya in whatever you're doing, good time or not, for some affection and attention.

Pls give it to him, he just wants to feel like someone cares about him after all he's been through (If ya don't then I will, just saying)

WAAAAA I LOVE THIS 😭💕💕🫶

He’s such a bratty, whiny little shit 💀💀.

All big teeth and growls, ears pinned and hackles raised until you squeak his favourite chicken and all of a sudden he’s like ‼️‼️ Chicken ‼️‼️ Where ‼️‼️

He’s such a grumpy bastard too. He’ll eye you sitting comfortably on the couch, casually reading or watching TV before he’s borderline running and TACKLING you for cuddles. He will pin you down, huffing into your neck. Katsuki will stare at you with carmine eyes before breathing on you, meat in his breath from the steak sandwich you made him.

You gag and choke, trying to push your fatass puppyboy off you as he cackles and puts his deadweight on you. He just sits there, staring at you as you try to get comfy. Will deadass pick up your hand and plonk it on his head and shake it grumpily.

“Ohhhh, you wanted pets brat? Hmmm, maybe you don’t deserve them,” you grin slyly. Katsuki growled.

“Bi..bitch,” he let out in broken puppy speech, threatening to graze your ticklish tummy with his claws. You have to bite back a chortle at his grumpy face, playing with his ears as he blinks slowly at you. You adore watching his face melt in pleasure, his thick and fluffy tail hitting the couch.

“Katsukiii, here boy!!” You call your puppyboy as you came home. Katsuki looked up, pretending to be nonchalant as his tail beat back and forth. He greeted you with a chuff, eyes locking on to the bag in your hand.

His teeth curled up, recognising the logo from the pet store you rescued him from. A low growl left him, his hackles raising.

“Hey, none of that. I got you a surprise!” You tell him happily, sitting on the couch.

Katsuki slunk closer to you, eyes not moving from the bag. You tut and roll your eyes. You did have to use the “I got you a surprise” gimmicks few times to give him his flea and worming tablets, so you could understand his feelings. You pat the couch next to you as he sits with hesitation.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” You coo, sighing when Katsuki growls.

“Look, I know the past few times have been crap because you refuse to take your pills, but this time is genuinely a nice surprise that I think you’ll like,” you promise him. Katsuki glares at you as his ruby eyes flutter close.

His pointy ears hears you dig in the bag, before grabbing his hands gently and placing the object in it. He opens his eyes, before they widened completely.

“Tada! I’ve seen how grumpy you’ve been since you broke your last rope, so I got you a new one!” You exclaim happily, taking in his slightly pleased look. You go to take the toy from him, delighted when you hear the playful growl.

“Let me at least take the tags off, sweetie, and then we can play,” you said, going to the kitchen. Although your pup struggled with his speech, his bouncy and increasingly riled up body language expressed his immense gratitude. You snip the last of the tags off, before handing one end to Katsuki.

He grabs it with his teeth, pulling it back with a playful snarl. His lips were curled with a slight smile, his eyes bright as he played. You pulled with all of your strength, desperately trying to keep up with your puppy’s own immense strength.

You are not allowed to be distracted with him AT ALL on walks. No phones at all, you have to be fully concentrated on him. He’s an aggressive species of dog, despite his love for squeaky chickens and dog treats.

He requires a muzzle when he’s out, to guarantee the safety of everyone there. He lowkey pouts when you have to put it on, making you kiss his crinkled brows as you click it behind his head. You have to keep a close, close, CLOSE eye on him. But a few years down the line, he does something that surprises you.

Imagine going on a walk with him, his leash curled tightly in your palm as you patrol the neighbourhood. You have to pull the leash every once in a while, and he does still bark at your neighbour’s hybrids, but he’s a good boy. A very sharp contrast to younger him, who would fight his way out of your grip.

You were on your phone, ordering him some more puppy toys when you stopped. You hadn’t even noticed you dropped his leash until Katsuki was stood right in front of you with the leash. Turns out whilst you had been paying, he had continued walking and didn’t know you had stopped holding him 🥺

He grunted through the muzzle, holding the leash and placing it into your hands.

“No stop. You hold.” He said firmly, turning as you stood in shock. A smile overtakes your features. 5 years ago and the little shit would have ran away, brawling and attacking the next person who saw him. You feed him a treat through the muzzle and pet him, cooing about how much of a good boy he is as his tail wagged like crazy.

He’s such a good boy 😭💕

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hellooo, can I ask for a fic where Y/N wakes up sitting in a chair, blindfolded and tied, before feeling Hanma/Kisaki's familiar fingers in her thighs and hearing, "remember, you asked for this little princess."

Y/N's thighs clench once she recalled a discussion she had a week ago with her lover about wanting to be fucked in a room full of delinquents from their gang.

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It can either be Hanma or Kisaki (somthin bout them wanting to please the reader n also let everyone know that shes his) 😭✋fulfilling the reader's exhibitionism fantasy, idkk this might be a bit too much. I hope you take this up and enjoy working on it loll thanks!

This is a Hanma prompt. He's too devious >:)

Keeps On Giving: Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, Hanma being Hanma

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"Wakey, wakey."

A cool washcloth is passed over your face, and with a jolt, you come to. You can't see anything. And when you try to move your fingers to remove whatever was obscuring your vision, you find they're tied quite tight.

But you can hear. And the shifting of clothing and soft breathing isn't just from one person. From what you can gather as you try to decipher your predicament, you're around a group.

"Remember," you hear someone familiar whisper in your ear. "You asked for this, little princess." A hand shifts over your clothed pussy, and they're long... just like Hanma's.

"H-Hanma?" you breathe, but no one answers you. A kiss is tapped to the left corner of your lips, but nothing else is said. Panic floods your veins. You could be wrong. You could be completely wrong and in the midst of a rival gang looking to get their revenge. Before you can scream, you're moved off of the chair and placed stomach down, hands tied behind your back and legs propping you up.

Face down, ass up.

You whimper as fingers skim over your backside, making goosebumps surface in their wake. "It's a free show. But if you feel inclined to tip... Who am I to stop you?" The person chuckles, and you'd know Hanma's laughter anywhere. It's the signature of his manic style of behavior, and just unhinged enough to ease your fears. But then... why were you here in front of a bunch of--

"Deepest, darkest desires..."

"I don't have any."

"There's no way."

"Well... there is one. But promise not to tell anyone."

The conversation comes back to you clear as day. And now, like Hanma said earlier, you were getting what you asked for.

Your underwear is snipped off, the fabric leaving your backside chilly as your shirt is pushed up around your shoulders. You must've been in the throes of a truly deep sleep to not notice your boyfriend tying you up and shifting you around.

But you're not deterred. This is a fantasy come true. Hanma's skinny fingers dip into your warm cunt and stay there for a brief second, letting you adjust to the feeling of someone inside of you. You moan, and someone in the crowd stifles a resounding gasp of pleasure.

That. That's what you're after.

You buck your hips to urge Shuji on, but he only pulls his fingers out of you. "You're so wet," he grumbles. Soft panting can be heard above the sound of Hanma humming as he sucks his fingers clean, each one popping free with a loud smack. "Tastes just as good as I thought you would." His fingers - just the middle and ring finger - return to your cunt, sinking all the way in before thrusting onc against your g-spot. If you could, you'd arch your back and whine with delight, but you can only do one of those at the moment.

"That's it," Shuji whispers, tapping against your G-spot again. "Go ahead and fuck my fingers, baby girl. Show 'em how you do it for me." You obey, letting your hips roll back and forth as Shuji holds his hand still. You fuck yourself without inhibition, clenching your wet cunt around his digits before raising back up to do it all over again.

Someone is getting off on this. You can hear him - or them - whimpering at the sight of your pretty cunt squeezing around Shuji's finger, at the sight of your cream on his hand, at the sight of your submissiveness.

"They all want what they can't have," Shuji reminds you, leaning over your frame and driving his fingers in time with your rocking motions. "It's a shame, isn't it?" You nod, and Shuji smoothes a hand over your hair. "Such a shame."

This can only go on for so long, however. It's sinful, but Shuji can't wait for you to squirt. So he helps you along since you can't touch yourself. When his fingers come down on your clit, you groan so loud the building nearly shakes with the force of it. And Shuji looks around the room with a searing gaze, daring any man to meet it. But they're all looking at you, at your body, at the way you respond to his touch. It's just too delicious.

When you shudder, Shuji speeds up his fingers, rubbing your gummy spot with every single ounce of care that he can. "Oh, shit!" The stream comes in short bursts, coating Shuji's wrist and hand in a clear fluid. The grunting of someone in the crowd makes you cum even harder, and you grip your hands so tight you feel they might fall off.

"Goddamn," Shuji laughs, shaking his hand free. It isn't long before you feel the prominent head of your boyfriend's dick press against your fluttering hole. "We're going to take it nice and slow. I'm going to ease you open, inch by inch."

Punishment. A twinge of excitement rolls down your spine as Shuji presses his tip into you, then pulls out. "Nice and easy," he repeats, slipping back inside of you a little more, then pulling out. With each stroke, the growl of pleasure gets louder, and the more Shuji groans, the more you tremble with pleasure.

"Fuck me," you beg, chanting it low and soft as he continues his punishment. "Please, Shuji."

"I hear you," Shuji replies sweetly. "You're almost ready."

"Shuji--Shuji, please, I--"

"Patience." Another inch, another moment to wait.

"Shuji."

"Almost there, baby. Shh..." A hand comes down on your mouth with the tenderness of a father shushing his child, but then Shuji bends over you, still repeating his torturous game. "Hush. Take this dick you've been begging for silently. Show these boys how good little sluts take it, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy," you breathe, and Shuji hums.

"Good girl." It's a never-ending cycle, and your mouth wishes it could express how fucked out you feel, but his directions were to be silent. So you obey. Without warning, you feel Shuji's balls press against your cunt. "Brace yourself," is the only warning you get before Shuji begins to pound your drenched pussy into the next dimension.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

It's merciless, but it's good, and you feel your body surrender completely to whatever Shuji wants. More men are cumming now, especially when Shuji whispers filthy things in your ear loud enough for the closest to hear.

"Pussy's been waiting all week for me," he hisses. "She's talking back to me - I can feel it."

You let out a broken cry, trying to grasp any thread of sanity you can find, but you lose the war against any and all logic. You can only repeat his name as you cum, and you go deaf to the rest of the world, feeling only Shuji's hands on your breasts and his cock drilling into your cunt.

"Oh," Shuji gasps, tweaking your nipples roughly. "Oh, shit, that's it." And then he's cumming, dumping spurts of cum in your already waiting cunt as if there were no tomorrow. He remains inside of you for a while, cock twitching and throbbing endlessly.

You're not sure how you missed it, but when you recover from your inevitable climax, you hear nothing except Hanma's heavy breathing.

Everyone seems to be gone except the two of you.

"Are they gone?" you breathe, and Shuji pats your ass tenderly.

"Yeah."

"Where did they go so quickly? How--"

"I told them if they stayed a second longer after I came that I'd beat them to death. Aftercare is just for the two of us, not those fuckers." There's a moment's pause, then, "Are you satisfied, baby? Was that good for you?"

"Of course," you murmur, and Shuji leans over you again, kissing your cheek. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"Sounds like a reward if they win their fights." You chuckle as Shuji undoes your ties gingerly. "I'll let them know. But for now..." You're turned onto your back, and the blindfold is removed. "You need some cleanup and some sleep."

[cliffbar-booth]

could you do a like Ken x ftm reader where the person playing with reader in the real world is trans and so Barbie-to-ken reader is having a very confusing and hard time and it’s like semi angst semi fluff cause Ken tries to understand and validate reader’s identity even tho ken is also confused cause he’s himbo but he’s a sweetie

((Maybe they try cutting readers hair and try getting readers feet to be flat like the kens ect?))

Of course! I'm super happy i actually get requests ESPECIALLY FOR KEN!1!1!1 TAGHJEEIFN

Tysm!!

Sorry if it isn't as good as you hoped, i was in immense pain while writing this 😭😭

Come On Eileen

inspiration:

warnings: cursing, slight angst, FLUFF, a teensy bit of transphobia venting

Ken stood at the front area of his newfound barbie friend's dreamhouse. Her house was different than other barbies', he'd come to notice. As he waited patiently outside for y/n barbie to come out, he thought of what to say, just so they could hang out. Y'know, since he considered them girlfriend-boyfriend.

Finally, she came out. She was gorgeous. He could've had hearts in his eyes. He probably did.

"Y/N Barbie, you're like super pretty tonight" he grinned.

Y/N grimaced a little. She appreciated the compliment but it just didn't fit. It felt out of place.

Ken grew nervous. All he thought he lived for was to make Y/N feel great. Did he do something wrong? Did he offend her? Oh dear god.

"Y/N Barbie.. What's up?"

As she led him inside her dreamhouse she explained everything. From how she wished she was like the Kens to how she hated how she looked. He was confused.

"What do you mean you hate being Barbie? You're Barbie! You're gorgeous, perfect, and my girlfriend! What's not to love?"

"Yes, but Ken, it's not because of that. It's something harder to explain.. but it's just a weird feeling. It feels almost necessary"

"But you're my girlfriend"

She sighed.

"I like like you, yes, but I don't want to be your girlfriend, Ken"

"You don't like me anymore?!" He looked petrified and heartbroken.

"No, Ken. Just listen; I still want to be with you, but I don't to be your GIRL-friend"

He frowned, thinking.

"So.. would that make us boyfriend-boyfriend?"

Y/N nodded, smiling a little now at how innocent he was.

"Yes, Ken."

"And I would refer to you as Y/N Ken?"

Y/N nodded again, smiling a little more.

"And... you'd have to have shorter hair"

"What? I- oh, yeah, yes I would"

In the blink of an eye, Ken already had scissors in his hair. Small, bright pink scissors not even made for hair. He flushed and smiled warmly, flattered by Ken's need to please. As the two head to Y/N's bathroom, he sat on the sink as Ken *tried* to work his magic, snipping off lots and lots of hair. It'd been a whopping 15 minutes before Ken pulled away, shouting triumphantly.

Y/N looked in the mirror, euphoria washing over him completely. His hair was perfectly cut short. Somehow. It looked great.

One thing was missing, however. Y/N was not flat chested. Or at least flatter chested. Ken seemed to notice, thinking again.

"should we cut those off?"

Y/N was taken aback completely.

"should we what?"

"cut them off, you know.. with like a knife.. or scissors?" He waved the scissors around with his finger.

"no no- I-" there was a tight fit cropped tank top that looked a lot like a binder. That could work. For now.

"what about that?"

"how would I cut your boobies off with a shirt??" Ken asked, extremely confused. Y/N tried to bite back a smile.

"No, Ken, I mean I could put that on"

"Oh, yeah no I knew that"

He put it on, the shirt compressing the chest just enough to be as flat as Ken. Y/N ran his fingers over his chest, feeling better than before. He looked in the mirror where he was supposed to do makeup, seeing himself in the mirror with short hair and a flat chest. Tears formed in his eyes.

Ken rushed to his side, worried.

"Did I mess your hair up? Does the thingy hurt? Did i say something bad?"

"No Ken.. I'm crying because I'm happy.. I really appreciate what you did tonight"

Ken relaxed, sighing in relief.

"Thank god."

He paused.

"Does that mean I can sleep over?"

Y/N Ken laughed softly, smiling and nodding.

credits: gif is credited, divider by pixel journal on tumblr, song by nouvelle vague, movie by greta gerwig, ken ryan gosling, idea from anon

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[oddballwriter]

Heya!! Literally been obsessed with your writing all week and there are no signs of me stopping 😭 was wondering if I could request a blurb (or hc’s if that’s easier. I don’t mind!) about any of the moon boys with an writer/author!reader? maybe reader is always going to them about plots and characters and when second opinions? add whatever you please! thank you for doing all these request for FREE btw you’re a great writer!!! 🤍🤍

Test Readers

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Summary: You're an author and the moon boys are surprisingly good feedback. 

Warnings: Mentions of some fighting in the book/story the reader is making 

Author’s Snip: I didn't want to do just Steven so I did Marc and Jake but ended up just doing those two, which I think is actually great.

Notes: I did not proof read this. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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One thing you never had to worry about as a writer was finding test readers. Because the boys were your test readers. Well, it was mostly Steven who did the reading for you chapters to see how well it flowed and if it kept people reading because, well, it's Steven. He burns through books like he gets paid to do so. But you knew Marc and Jake read them too.

In a way, it was good that they did because you knew that Steven would like anything you made. So with Marc and Jake being the type of men to just out right say their opinion was great.

"I don't like where you're taking McIntire's story and character." Marc piped up as he wrapped his arms around you while you sat with your laptop typing up something else. "How come?" you ask. "He feels too... edgy now with everything you added to him." he explains. 'Well, the point is that he's slowly remembering who he was and all the things he's done," you remark, "And he's meant to struggle with that because he doesn't think that he could ever do that as the person he is now." you add.

"Yeah, but," Marc says before scrunching his face to show that he still doesn't like how much there is. "You're right." you sigh and confess, "I was kind of thinking that he was being a little too over powered.". "It sort of takes away from why he did what he did in the first place." you mention, mostly to yourself. "I'll put more focus on that instead." you comment.

As for Jake. If you're being honest Jake is the type of reader who looks more for drama and action. Which somethings isn't needed when there's a "peace time", as you like to call it, in your chapters. But sometimes his suggestions actually work out.

"I'm just saying," Jake remarks as he watches you review over your pages for the newest chapter in your story. "These two characters have a rivalry and hatred towards each other and this is their first time meeting after everything has started the actual story." Jake explains, "So why not have them argue and have a bit of a fight." he concludes. "But this is the first time they actually have a meeting with each other. Every other time was in passing." you argue.

"Doesn't the bad guy already know who your main guy is? He's known all along, no?" Jake asks. "He has an idea that the protagonist has something to do with the legend but he doesn't know that it's him." you explain. "Well, how about the big bad comes to the realization that it is the legend that he's been seeing?" Jake suggests.

You lean forward in you seat and think as Jake goes on.

"I'm not saying have the final fight right now. What I'm suggesting is that you have them maybe get a few punches in to give your readers a taste of that the final fight might be." he says.

You tilt a brow and speak, "That's actually a pretty neat idea.".

"See." Jake teases.

[fluxweeed]

WIP Snip

thank you so much @ghostofnoir for tagging me to drop a WIP snip!! a couple of weeks ago i'd've probably said i don't have a WIP on the go, but i'm slooowly starting to accept that i'm probably going to attempt to finish another chaptered fic 😭 atm i'm in the stage of refusing to write anything at all bc i want to "feel ready" (haha) but as it happens i do already have 30k of it sitting there waiting to be whipped (WIP'd) into shape the plot tl;dr: harry sneaks into a nightclub under polyjuice and accidentally makes friends with the slytherins, who don't know who he is. this is a lil chunk from (probably) chapter 4 – a bit from chapter 2 was previously posted here!

“Draco,” he says, “come and dance with me.”

Malfoy glances at Nott, who frowns at Harry. Harry knows he should feel bad for interrupting them, but the alcohol and Polyjuice in his system make him feel like himself again, like he can be impulsive, like he should be—so he keeps his gaze on Malfoy, keeps his hand extended in invitation.

“Oh, all right,” Malfoy says, shrugging—but Harry is watching him so closely that he doesn’t miss the way Malfoy looks at him through his eyelashes with a small, pleased smile teasing the corner of his mouth.

The shots, the anonymity, the thrill of being in Phoenix—it all bolsters Harry, makes him feel confident, makes him feel free. Once they’re in the middle of the crowd, music thumping around them, through them, Harry pulls Malfoy close and murmurs in his ear that he’s sexy when he dances.

Malfoy snorts and tosses his head. “I’d return the compliment, but I have no idea what you actually look like.”

Harry hesitates. The powerful feeling inside him falters. “Sorry,” he says—almost a question.

Malfoy shrugs. “I don’t care what you look like, as it happens,” he says, though his voice is a bit too casual. “You have a hot personality.”

Harry covers the swooping in his stomach with a laugh. “A hot personality?”

“That’s what I said. Now, come on. Dance with me, if you think I’m so sexy.”

Harry dances with him. There’s no hesitation when they touch each other now—just lingering eye contact, hands finding shoulders, waist, hips. Harry presses closer automatically. Malfoy tips his head back and moves to the music.

atm this is about the only bit that doesn't have more square brackets than actual words – much more disjointed than the beautiful snip you posted earlier, @ghostofnoir!!! i hope the editing process is being kinder to you this week!!! ❤️

[talshiargirlfriend]

Here I am, appearing to ask about this most intriguing Bond-Age title. Please to be telling more? And if you don't mind too much - my brain immediately went to The Sims on Sim-toms but I have a feeling it's not exactly that... 😉

Last one for now! (WIP ask post here) It has been a lot of fun reading everyone’s responses (and writing mine once I got over the presentation anxiety 😅)

Bond-age is mostly notes getting reworked and rolled into Fits and Starts and a subsequent fic but here’s a snip of our boy hitting up the database:

Huh, that was interesting.

Mating was defined as -well, as he’d expected, but also as: the process of becoming mates, which may include living together, engaging in physical intimacy, and developing an emotional connection.

Damn.

That was basically what an emotionally expressive species would call falling in love.

Extra strength Suliban truth serum might not have been enough to get either of them to admit that’s what they’d been doing in the Expanse, but in hindsight? Yeah, that’s definitely where they’d been heading all that time, right up until the moment she’d cast his heart into the lava of the Fire Plains.

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Sim-toms is the post Similitude fic I accidentally deleted my notes for 😭 I feel like there’s a lot to be explored about how one might feel about being replaced and discarded “while you were sleeping.” How does that affect your sense of self and relationships, especially when no one else wants to even acknowledge it happened? And yeah there’s an opportunity to see how an off the cuff remark about “understanding you not having feelings about this but what about everyone else?” provokes our resident Vulcan. Because she has a lot of feelings about this, thank you very much. Is this a flimsy excuse to get them boning earlier? It’s not not that.

[cuubism]

chAPTER 3 IS IMMINENT?? Ahhhhhhhh so excited you literally don't know! I was actually thinking about that fic today, absently going "it would be a real treat if it updates soon." !!

i'm so close to finishing it i swear 😭😂 doing the edit and adding a few things

it's 10k so hopefully that makes up for it being two months later than i wanted

that's sweet you were thinking of it 🥰

a snip:

Hob was dreaming of drowning. 

Stupid, to linger so long. For once, he’d thought he could afford himself some stability. Some constancy. Lord knew how he’d been craving just a bit of continuity.

Inestimably stupid.

Now, he was tossed about by the river current, flailing for the surface but tied, weighted down, unable to swim. There was nothing truly binding him, not here, but he sank anyway. His limbs were useless. His lungs were crowded with filthy water.

The darkness was absolute. The sky was very far away.

Hob struck out again anyway, a futile movement that earning him only the hard smack of the river floor against his hand, and he opened his mouth, the rest of his air bubbling away, and screamed—

A hand latched onto his arm. 

The water lurched and tipped and spilled, and—

—Hob fell onto a hard stone floor, cold ricocheting up his aching bones. Water splashed across the marble in a low wave. Hob coughed and coughed, hands splayed, unable to find purchase or balance or breath.

That hand was on his head now, warm against the cold water. “Be at ease,” a voice was murmuring, a voice like the susurration of summer wind, warm but with a portent of lightning in it. “Please, Hob, find your breath. I am here. You are safe now.”

Hob coughed up dirty water, lungs hot, spasming, the rush of the river current still running through him. He felt battered, bruised from the inside out, eyes watering, head aching, ruined, ruined.

“Hob,” said the voice, now piercing Hob’s wavering consciousness enough for him to recognize it as his husband. “Breathe.”

Hob felt it like a command, like the world was reshaping to allow it to happen, and sucked in a deep, cold breath that scraped his lungs. He coughed it back up immediately, but that meager pittance of air steadied him enough that he could stop heaving for breaths. 

Still shaking – from cold, from shock, he didn’t know – Hob collapsed onto his side, chest heaving still, to look up at his Dream.

His husband was knelt on the floor beside him, hand slipping with Hob’s movement to cradle his jaw. And he was just— hell, he was almost more drenched than Hob was.

His long hair was plastered to his face and neck, clinging to his temples and the hinge of his jaw; water dripped from the point of his chin and his eyelashes; his long, elegant coat was sopping and hanging in awkward lines over his angular form. A puddle of water trailed it on the floor.

Despite himself, Hob let out a wet laugh. “Never seen you looking so ragged, love.”

His Dream’s mouth was pressed in a distressed line, panic tight around his eyes – but there was fondness there, too, in his gaze. “Nor you.”

“Oh, you’ve definitely seen me more ragged than this.” Hob pushed himself up, hands sliding on the wet floor, and his husband caught him under the arms, helping him upright.

Hob wheezed, still somewhat mired in whatever… river? the details were already starting to dissolve in his Dream’s presence, though the feeling lingered – that he’d been drowning in. His Dream ran his hands over him, his jaw, his throat, shoulders, chest, stomach, confirming his presence, before coming back up and holding Hob’s face between his hands.

“Did you…” Hob took in the wetness of him again. “Rescue me?”

“You were drowning,” said his Dream. He studied Hob’s face, serious and searching. “Why?”

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hope it's okay for me to send in an idea for Tomoko, Skeptic's daughter, but imagine a what-if scenario where Tomoko - fascinated with her dads luscious hair - wants to brush it. Skeptic figures since it's only brushing, why not? However as he gets more focused on his work/phone he doesn't notice how Tomoko has somehow acquired a pair of scissors, not until he hears that dreaded *snip* and the weight of his hair lifting

(Is it okay??? Is it okay?!??! I NEED TO WRITE THIS! This is one of the things that I'm way over the moon to write so thank you for setting me off to it. I love Dad!Skeptic and Tomoko so much😭)

~Haircut~

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"Don't even say it." He mumbles out as he keeps his eyes on his phone screen and sips his coffee again. You gasp and place a hand over your chest. "How do you even know what I'm going to say? I could literally say anything!" He looks up at you with a bored expression and rolls his eyes. "I already know what you're going to say Y/N. You'll say something like 'Oh Tomo, please watch Tomoko today while I run some errands. It's so very important and it's your turn to do it anyway. Pretty please' just like that." You laugh at his terrible impersonation of your voice. "Ugh c'mon forreal though! Pleeeease?"

It's not like you two didn't love your baby to death! It's just that she was 4 years old now and ALWAYS busy with the world around her. It was a bit difficult to focus on the task at hand when it involved taking your eyes off her for a minute. About 15 seconds was all it took for her to get into something.

"Next you'll bribe me with something scandalous thinking it'll work like usual but you're in for a surprise this time. It's not working I can guarantee it. I've got an important project to focus on today and it involves running code and setting up a huge new program test for Feel Good. I've got to focus on everything on screen. One mistake can cause me to have to backtrack really far and I don't-" You interrupt him and lean to whisper in his ear, then smirk at the way his cheeks turn instantly red. He clears his throat and looks away for a moment.

"Fine, but you better carry through on your end of the deal tonight. Just like I want it by the way, or else." You nod with a smile and peck his cheek before prepping to head out the door. In the meantime, he's gotten up and prepared Tomoko for a new day. She's had her little morning wash, brush, and breakfast along with cartoons. She seated in her favorite spot on the office carpet with crayons and coloring books scattered about. Her barbies are splayed out on the floor along with some other ignored toys while she's moved on to watching silly videos on her little purple tablet. Tomoyasu is deep in his work by now completely forgetting he has a family in the moment. His eyes quickly scan the multiple numbers and letters on the screen as his fingers furious type away uninterrupted. Maybe this is about the time he doesn't notice his child has stumbled upon a barbie makeover video on the tablet.

She likes makeup...she likes fashion...she likes haircuts.

She really liked the way they cut the hair and curled it on the barbie specifically on her screen right now. She rewound it and paused it several times to get a good view on how the style was done. She'd snuck away to grab a pair of grown up scissors and returned to the office with determination riddled on her tiny little face. She was going to recreate this haircut perfectly (as a 4 year old could), but she didn't want to practice on her barbies on the floor...nooooo. She needed a big head of hair to match the big ol' grown up scissors in her hands.

Daddy has long hair doesn't he...

It's very unfortunate for Tomoyasu that he doesn't notice a single silent snip or light tug at his hair over the sound of the keyboard and his mind running a thousand miles an hour right now. In fact, he doesn't notice anything until he suddenly feels the cool wind on the back of his neck. When he stops typing and taps back into the world around him is when he notices the sound of the scissors snip and the weight of his hair lifted. His mouth falls open in horror when he suddenly reached behind him and feels the back of his head. Suddenly a pair of tiny feet stumbles off a step stool and takes off running down the hallway, just now realizing the gravity of the situation.

He remains silent, familiar veins bulging out beneath his eyes. Old friends he hasn't seen in a while since he'd been learning to try and control his anger. He takes a look at himself in the bathroom mirror and nearly goes as white as a ghost...

(My shitty 3 minute doodle for reference in case you're wondering how it went.)

[pins-snip]

❄️🕯️Festive Plague Doctor and Nurse Cosplay🕯️❄️

So we've started on our Holiday Matsuri (HolMat) cosplay- which is going to be the Festive Plague Doctor and Nurse from Squishable

[Video ID - a overview of the tree skirt. It's a deep red velvet material with golden beads embroidered at the bottom in the shape of a flower and cross. The video sweeps across the embroidery and then flips to show the underside of the skirt which is a purply red cotton.

The text in the upper hand says "Found this gorgeous tree skirt at Goodwill- will I be using it as the base for my plague nurse cape? More likely than you think" and in the lower right hand corner there is a picture of the Festive Plague Nurse.]

I found this lovely tree skirt at Goodwill (yes I know, they're not great but you gotta use what you got) and I'm currently going thru transforming the small red flowers into snowflakes by replacing the red beads for those fun cracked snow marble look, the cheapy gemstone with the fun green stripe and (sloppily) adding more branches to make it look like a snowflake. I'm fairly pleased with the result so far but I'm having the worst time picking up the needle and thread to continue... 😭

We were playing around with different ideas on how to translate the puff balls into real life and we're having a hell of a time, so we grabbed some other pieces to hodge podge together to get a better idea of what we wanted. I doodled over with the correct color scheme/cut I'm more interested in making (cotehardie)

The mock up went well- but even here I can see where it's not as good of a fit as I wanted it to be (foreshadowing). So Snip moved forward to making the skirt. He did 7 panels instead of 8 because he didn't want to gather it 😂. I'm loving the drape and swoosh of the fabric- a wool blend that was in the discount bin at Joann!

Here is a mockup of the mask, idk how but Snip didn't realize the nose was so slender? So he had a hearty chuckle when we got them in and saw them in 3D (originally he wanted to make the mask similar to the golden guard up top).

Despite MULTIPLE try on attempts, the final sewn garment just didn't have enough give in the front. Remember before how I said I see where we went wrong? I don't think it was closing properly then (notice how he was holding the top as an old timey prospector?) And we hadn't noticed because when he was closing the mockup it had overlapped.

But this is why we try to find as similar as possible material for mockups as our final fabrics. We're going a different route for the top that Snip is much happier with! And hopefully we'll have the base dress done tonight. (Not excited to sew up 30 buttons for each garment 🥲)

Finally some cat tax. It's getting cold in Florida and they're loving to sleep on or near the tree skirt (which only makes it that much harder to keep beading 😅)

[supermarvel-fics]

heyyyy! just wanted to send in a sentence starter since you are absolutely killing it with these! gotta be honest whenever I see these come up on my feed I scream because I just love these! but the one I wanted to request is with ler!Steve and maybeeee ler Bucky too (if you don't wanna write for both you can just pick one, it doesn't matter) but maybe with "I didn't realize you were this ticklish!" and "you can run but you can't hide from us!" so yeah! if you don't wanna do it that's totally fine with me. hope you're well and hope you know that you are an amazing writer <3

"You can run, but you can't hide from us!" Bucky yelled as you sprinted down the hallway.

You heard your two mentors chuckling from behind you and you made a mental note to make them pay once this little game of theirs was over. Bucky and Steve had taken you under their wing when they found out you were injected with super soldier serum and while they were amazing trainers, they were annoying friends.

Bucky was right. You could absolutely run from them, but once they caught you, it'd be game over.

You zigzagged around the compound, never letting them know your next move. After you were sure they hadn't followed you, you slowed down to a power walk, making your way to your own bedroom.

And just as you opened the door, there were Steve and Bucky, insufferable smirks on their faces.

"NO!" You shouted as they grabbed your arms and pulled you inside. "YOU TWO ARE THE WORST!"

"Mhm, tell that to someone who cares," Bucky snipped back. Steve deposited you onto your bed, instantly sitting on your legs to keep you in place so that Bucky could grab ahold of your arms. "Now, where were we?"

"You were about to let me go and forget about all of this," You scowled up at him. "I know you're ticklish tooHOO! Steheve, dohon't!"

You were interrupted by a pair of hands kneading at your sides. Your eyes averted to the Captain, wordlessly pleading with him.

"I didn't realize you were this ticklish," Steve commented, shifting up to pinch at your lower ribs. "Tell me, did the serum make it worse?"

"I-hi dohon't knoHOHOW! BUHUHUCKY, NOHO!" You screeched in response once one of Bucky's hands joined the fray, lightly scratching in the hollow of your underarm. The two different sensations were unbearable. You arched and writhed and screamed in laughter as the two super soldiers took you apart.

"This just made my day," Bucky smiled down at you. "We'll have to do this more often."

"OKAY! BUHUCK, STEHEHEVE, PLE-PLEASE!"

The men let up, but kept you firmly pinned to the mattress.

"That was adorable," Steve snickered. You gasped for air, letting out your residual giggles.

"Just wahait until I get you alohone."

"You won't get the chance," Bucky laughed, wiggling his finger under your arm again. "You can certainly try, though."

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love the stucky tag team <3 and thank you so much for the kind words 😭

[lunarbuck]

Reset - Nine

Один

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x f!Reader

WC: 2.1k

She cleanses me, like fire. Like rain.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, an addition to the gang, progress <3

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AN: Sorry for another short chapter, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 Next chapter is the last one 😭 thank you for sticking around and coming on this journey with me :) as always, thank you to my incredible beta @purpleshallot!!

please feel free to send me any requests for one-shots /drabbles /headcanons you have for this series!! we’re almost done with fic so i can post them once the series is over :)

chapter 8 / chapter 10

Куколка

After a week of watching James build the house on his own, you insist that he let you help. Initially, he'd told you to focus on something else, on getting a hobby or exploring the village, but you'd rather be here. Right next to him, working with your hands. 

The ache in your muscles after a day of hauling lumber is so familiar to the ache of training. It feels good to be doing something again.

It's all coming together well; James is more skilled in construction than you thought. He's a good teacher, talking you through the different blueprints he'd drawn up and how to make sure everything is structurally sound.

You no longer need James to guide you through the steps at the end of week two. You know what to do; just a cog in a well-oiled machine.

It's going to be hot today, you heard the weather report on the radio. Part of practicing your Vietnamese is immersing yourself in it, so you insist on listening to the radio every morning.

James comes into the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel while another is wrapped snuggly around his waist. Water drips from his shoulders down his abs, and you follow the trail shamelessly.

He's gorgeous, and all the time in the sun has tanned his skin perfectly. 

"You workin' today?" he asks, just like he has every morning since you insisted on helping him. You think he's waiting for you to say no, but you know he enjoys working with you.

"You know it." You put your dishes in the sink and watch James continue to dry his hair. It's gotten so long that he ties it up most days. 

Vietnam heat is different than US heat, and you know it's been bothering James.

You dry your hands and pull a stool from the counter out onto the back patio.

"What's going on?" James asks, stepping outside with you. 

You just pat the seat of the stool and run inside for a pair of scissors and a comb. James is seated on the stool when you return, watching clouds move slowly through the sky. 

"You ready for something new?" you ask, resting your chin on his shoulder, following his eye line.

"Yeah," he whispers as he leans his head to touch yours. You kiss his cheek and straighten up.

You've only ever cut hair once before, and now it feels like a lifetime ago. That was a different you. It was a different time.

Now, as you run the comb through James' still damp hair, you can barely even remember a time before him.

You line the comb up and trim his hair, loving the sound of the scissors snipping through his locks.

You only cut a few inches before James runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the blunted edges.

"It's not enough," he says hoarsely, sucking in a breath. You pause your snipping and rest your hands on his shoulders. Beneath one hand, you feel smooth, muscled skin. Beneath the other, scarred skin mixed with cool metal.

"How much do you want off?" you ask, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath.

"All of it."

You don't question what he wants as you press a kiss to the crown of his head. Inside the bathroom, you find the clippers and an extension cord.

Even though you want to, you don't ask James if he's sure of the decision. You know he's is. He's ready for a change, to shed the skin of Hydra and come into something new. 

You're ready for it too.

After setting everything up, you give James a moment to part with his hair. The buzz of the clippers is white noise as you cut his hair. You leave the top longer, opting to just trim it shorter. 

James looks at himself in the bathroom mirror a few minutes later and stares in silence. 

"Whaddya think?" you ask from where you're leaning in the doorway. You wanted to give him a private moment to process, so you haven't yet come into his space yet. 

"I needed it." James steps out of the bathroom and grabs a broom from the kitchen.

You watch as he sweeps up his hair in what you can only call a ritual. He works from one side of the patio to the other, creating a pile of painful and torturous memories.

As James transfers the pile into a dustpan and disposes of it, he looks lighter. A weight taken off his shoulders.

Rain clouds begin to roll in, cooling the air dramatically. You hadn't heard anything about rain on the radio, but you don't mind. 

You and James sit on the patio, leaning against the side of the house as raindrops fall from above. All the building materials are covered, nothing will be damaged in the storm.

James' right hand rubs circles in your thigh, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

The rain pounds down from a gray sky; it makes your bones ache.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of raindrops on the roof.

You sit up and look at him, finding that James is already looking at you. Bright blue eyes full of emotion staring right back.

"I love you," you reply. It's easy to let the words flow off your tongue. They feel right. Perfect and sweet. 

James kisses you, and the feeling of his lips pressed against yours is familiar. It's home. It's everything.

James

The weight on my chest lifts as she moves her lips against mine. My hands cup her face and I am thankful that I am here with her. That it was her that I went on this journey with.

It is as if with her, I am a new man.

She takes my soul in her palms and wipes it, cleans it of any horrors that remain. She cleanses me, like fire. Like rain.

We sit outside, waiting for the rain to pass. My hands never leave her, desperate for her touch like an addict. She is the same to me, always keeping a point of contact. 

When the rain calms to a light drizzle, the two of us pull the tarps off the materials and build our home.

It is not difficult work, and I enjoy it. Creating something instead of destroying it is a welcome change.

Мой ангел tells me stories. Of life before, of her childhood, of princesses and their princes. She hums songs with haunting melodies and sweet harmonies.

The simple beauty of building something with her, of sharing little pieces of each other, brings me a joy I have not felt in a long time.

As the days pass, we fall into the peaceful routine of quiet mornings spent listening to the radio before going out to build for the day. We take turns cooking for each other.

The food I make is never as good as hers, and often I will go into town to get us something instead of cooking. She tells me that I won't get better unless I practice.

I enjoy watching her cook. She hums to herself and dances along to the songs she creates. She moves methodically as if she has a master plan in her mind and can see all the pieces coming together before they truly do.

After another full week of construction, I venture into town on a new mission.

Yesterday, I found out about plans to construct a school in a nearby village. The foreman offered me a job, and after talking to моя куколка, I took the job. She hasn't found work yet, but she's been looking into pottery, so I hope she takes it up.

While I go to work, I don't want her to be alone. My mission today is simple: find the little white cat that roams the street of the village. 

I asked around and found that the cat appeared a few days after we arrived. No one knows where it came from, but it needs a home. 

I walk around for about 45 minutes before I spot the little creature.

Its white fur is a little matted from the mud and dirt it's been living in, but overall it looks to be in good condition.

After following it around for another few minutes, I find myself in an open area between a few homes. The cat sits, watching me, and I feel oddly... seen. As if the cat can see through whatever walls I have built up around me.

I look around for a moment before sitting a few feet away from the cat. We are in a standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Little does this cat know, I have spent years waiting.

So that is what I do.

I wait.

I wait until the cat gets bored of our game, and curiosity wins out. 

It slowly approaches me, and I let it. It investigates me, sniffing out what kind of man I am. I wonder what it thinks of me.

It must not be something awful because the cat climbs up into my lap and rests its head on my thigh.

"You wanna come home with me?" I ask it, slowly bringing my right hand to rest on the cat's back. It purrs loudly, so loudly that it surprises me. I take that as a yes.

"Gonna have to think of a name for you," I say again, shifting the cat so I can pick it up. It purrs again, but I'm not sure if that's a good enough name. I'll have to ask мой принцесса what she thinks.

When I arrive back, I find her listening to the radio out on the patio. I'm not sure what the grainy voice is saying, but she nods along as if having a conversation with the voice itself.

I step onto the creaky wooden steps, and the sound announces me. Мой ангел glances over at me, and when she sees the little bundle of white fur in my arms, she breaks out into the biggest smile I've seen on her in a long time.

"James!" she says excitedly, standing and walking over to meet me halfway. The kitten lifts its head at the sound of her voice and blinks widely at my beautiful принцесса.

"I wanted you to have a friend while I'm working," I explain as she takes the cat from my arms. It loves her instantly. I am not sure there is anything in this world that can resist her magnetic pull. 

"She's so cute," мой ангел whispers, gently petting the kitten's head. 

"She needs a name." Instantly мой принцесса starts to rattle off names, but none of them feel quite right. She doesn't want something cliché or predictable; she wants something unique. Something that fits.

We go around in circles, discussing the kitten's snow-white fur until the name falls from her perfect lips. 

Alpine.

The kitten preens at the name as моя куколка coos. I smile at the sight. I am glad I found the creature and brought it back. She will have a good life with her. With us.

Later that night, I go out and find some cat food and a few toys for Alpine. She will be treated well in her new family.

It's strange to consider us a family now, but it feels good.

There is a sense of security in knowing that I am not spending eternity alone, tortured by my ties to Hydra. 

For the first time in lifetimes, I am optimistic about the future. I am thankful for the clean slate, and I cannot wait to see what the universe has in store for мой ангел and me. 

As I climb into bed, I find Alpine already snuggled atop my pillow. She is so small, so fragile, yet so full of fire. Just like моя куколка. I don't move Alpine; instead, I wait for мой ангел to lay down, and I rest my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, low and slow. 

The three of us sit in the silence of our borrowed home, and when I fall asleep, I dream of the one I am building for us.

I wonder what Pierce would think if he knew where we were, what we were doing. Would he laugh at how quickly I succumbed to her? Would he be disgusted by my displays of affection?

It doesn’t matter what he would think. I am happy.

I am at peace with myself and the man buried deep inside of me. I no longer fight him; I no longer even think of him. He is me, and every day, I learn more about him.

There is so much to learn from this life, from мой ангел. I can’t wait to spend every day learning, growing, and loving her more than I did the day before.

Translations:

ангел = angel

куколка (f) = little doll

принцесса (f) = princess

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[lutelyre]

When I say eyes BUGGED over your Inuyasha wip list- 😭😭😭 I don't know where to go. I will ride for fistfight (KaguKik Modern AU). I will die for devils tattoo pt. 2 (InuMir). I can be resurrected via teeth (InuSan because *oh my god* I love them together and there isn't enoughhhhh). Whichever tickles your fancy, I will thrive, please and thank you <3<3<3

ahh @anisaanisa i'm sorry it's taken me forever to get back to you. Thank you for this sweet ask it made my day and continues to even weeks later. <3

fistfight i chit chatted about for Yukinon here, and devi's tattoo pt. 2 here, so here is the deets on teeth!

You picked the one I have no more than like 3-5 bullets on hahaha, which is why I've taken too long to respond, i have basically NOTHING to share, not even a snip. Essentially, I want to explore a quick and dirty oneshot of Inuyasha and Sango having sex in the woods, soon after she joins the Inu crew. Sango will be particularly hurting emotionally, both bc of her recent trauma with Kohaku/Naraku and a sense of lost identity; her lost family and the fact that Naraku so easily led her/her clan astray makes her feel she's lost her footing as a warrior, someone competent and capable. She doesn't trust Inuyasha/deals with some half-demon prejudice. Inuyasha in turn admires her spitfire, is annoyed by her judgement, and sees something of his own experience in her loss. He's going to push her buttons her a bit, I hope. there will be ~~~ tension.

I'm not sure there's much of like a real ship-ship here, they are just going to roll around in the woods a lot and bite each other??? I wanted an excuse to write porn, fixate on Inuyasha's fangs (which Sango has SOME feelings about) and explore how many scars Sango is keeping under her demon slayer leathers/her feelings about them.......InuSan is so fun to me, with their character similarities (rash, confident, defensive warrior bbys) and their passion and their drive, excited to explore this new pairing when i finally get around to fleshing it out!

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