#pls feel free to select the 'other' option

[wings-of-ink]

Hi!! I know you said you'll refrain from answering long asks, and this ask is pretty long but I sent it anyways cause I think the answer would be pretty short! If not, please don't feel pressured to respond! If u don't respond I'll take that the answer is longer than I thought it would be, so I've saved it on my notes app and will gladly send it again when u end chapter 3 or whenever u allow it! :)

Now to the ask,

Will it be possible to romance a RO without flirting w/ them? Is it possible to flirt w/ everyone (but this specific RO) or just like one RO and even so end up in a relationship w/ a different RO? I'm thinking of playing a mc that is really attracted physically to people like Zhan but he's been in love w/ Oswin since forever. And he thinks flirting is for when you're playing w/ someone (even tho he's probably seen his parents flirting constantly lol), but since he loves Oswin he doesn't need to play, he can just be genuine. But he still thinks he has no chance w/ Oswin, so he flirts with Zhan (without moving on 😭). But I also feel kinda sad about Zhan I don't wanna hurt their feelings😭 if we flirt w/ them and maybe hook up are they gonna be sad if we get w/ someone else?? 😞 Cause like my mc will start to genuinely care about them but won't be in love pls let's just be besties who used to have benefits🥺 Also if this whole situation is possible, how would Oswin react to it?? Poor boy must be😧🤨😳

Sorry for the long ask, the demo was gigantic and amazing!! Ty so much for your hard work <3

Hello Anon-dear! If your ask is a bit long to read-that's fine, if it's long to answer, that's where I'll need to pause for the time being. That's where I get hung up and distracted, lol. I'm still taking those too, it's still Friday somewhere, lol.

To answer your question, it will absolutely be possible to romance someone without flirting. The "flirt" options are passively tracked just so I can program certain flirty responses that will be directed back to the MC by those ROs (it's a way for me to track if it's okay with reader/MC so I'm not directing like super suggestive come-ons towards them that aren't okay).

I absolutely love how you're going to play your MC. That's part of the reason I wanted to do things this way. The way I play my MCs sometimes makes flirting almost out of character for them, but of course I'd want the romance, lol.

Your MC will be free to flirt and do some other things with Zahn (they are all kinds of okay with that, lol) and then lock-in with Oswin later - no flirting required.

Zahn will be totally fine if your MC doesn't end up with them. They and Duri are both good with physical-only and flirty relationships. Your MC will make selections as they go about how they feel about each potential suitor, and the hook-up ROs will have a selection that you can choose if this is just for fun or if it's got some feelings attached (whether your MC is fully aware or not). [Lucky for your MC, I added a light spicey scene for Zahn in chapter 3 if they so choose] :D

If Oswin is aware of relations between the MC and others, he's going to feel a little strange about it and be concerned (for MC's well-being because he cannot help himself, lol). Mainly, things like that aren't his bag, but he also knows that for many people physical and romantic relationships can be separate. He's more concerned with having his lover's heart above all else, so ultimately he will be okay with it. For MCs that have been involved with the hook-ups, particularly the ROs, Oswin may have a harder time digesting that the MC is choosing him to remain with. (He may feel that the connection between the MC and Zahn/Duri was deeper and never considered that the MC would ever go for him). It will be an interesting conversation for sure (one that the programming for is already frightening me, lol).

Thank you so much for the Ask and kind words! I really appreciate you digging into my story and having a good time with it! ^_^

[starrystevie]

hiya everyone! the month of june is a big one for not only myself personally but also for this blog so we'll be celebrating a few things:

my own birthday on june 24th!

reaching 2k followers! (which is still mind blowing where did y'all come from)

pride month!

now i may not be a gif maker or edit maker, but i do want to celebrate by interacting with you all in the ways i know how! i'm going to be hosting what i like to call "roll for...?", a mysterious way to get stranger things content from me for the rest of the month. starting today, june 13, you can send me in asks for things to roll for (just make sure you go over the rules before sending in an ask pls <3)

if you're interested in participating, click the read more for the rules!

how it works:

i'll have the following categories to pick from: drabble, playlist, or aesthetic/moodboard. pick one of those categories and then select up to 3 of the following subcategories for me to roll specifics for: ship, trope, vibe/colors, length, era, crossover. whatever subcategories go unchosen, i can use if i want to! each of the subcategories will have a few options in them that i will then roll for to leave the final product up to the luck of the roll. if needed, any additional details will be left up to me! if you would like it to be entirely my pick, please select 3 ships listed below for me to choose from and i will take it from there. warning, some categories will be easier for me to combine than others (ie vibe with crossover might be challenging) so please take every post with a grain of salt. this is all just for fun. these will be posted as i can get them done, so feel free to send in asks whenever you want to! i will stop accepting asks for this project on june 30th but will probably still have things to post after that. all posts will be tagged with #rollfor2023 to help keep things organized.

important to know!:

if you have any triggers or things you wouldn't want to me to include, please let me know what to avoid. i'll honor it no questions asked. all drabbles will be rated anywhere from general to mature with absolutely zero explicit smut unless you tell me you are comfortable with it being included. overcommunicate with me and we'll both be happy campers!

subcategory specifics:

ship: 1. steve/eddie, 2. robin/nancy, 3. robin/chrissy, 4. jonathan/argyle, 5. joyce/hopper, 6. bee's pick of steve ship (platonic or romantic) trope: 1. enemies to lovers, 2. friends to lovers, 3. one bed, 4. the italicized 'oh', 5. soulmates, 6. bee's pick of shop au vibe/colors: 1. whimsical/pastels, 2. angst/dark muted, 3. hopeless romantic/soft pinks, 4. cheerful/bright & bold, 5. bittersweet/blues & greys, 6. angry/dark reds length (around a certain word/song count): 1. 100-300 words/3 songs, 2. 300-500 words/5 songs, 3. 500-750 words/8 songs, 4. 750-1000 words/10 songs, 5. 1000-1500 words/15 songs, 6. bee's pick era: 1. ancient greek, 2. 1980s, 3. modern/2020s, 4. 1800s wild west, 5. 1940s, 6. unspecified fantasy world timeline ala lotr or got crossover (all chosen from my favorites!): 1. moulin rogue, 2. across the universe, 3. bee's pick of disney movie, 4. grishaverse, 5. glee, 6. supernatural

an example ask (can copy / paste if you'd like!):

i would like a drabble with a roll for ship, length, and crossover. avoid character death and mentions of drugs.

i hope this makes sense, so please let me know if you have questions! i'm truly just wanting to do something fun for the hell of it because isn't that we're all here for anyway?! rejoining the fandom side of tumblr this time last year has been such a great decision. i've been able to meet so many of you wonderful people and remember what it's like to enjoy fandom spaces again without shame. best of all, it's gotten me writing again, which had been such a big part of my hobbies that i had pushed aside. getting back into writing as a way to express myself and make content with some fucking guys from some fucking tv show has made a massive difference in my happiness over the last year.

i thank you all so sincerely for being with me along the ride. tagging some of my beloved buds here in no possible order because if it weren't for y'alls support, i never would have written half the things i have. thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly <3

@buckleydiaz @thefreakandthehair @yournowheregirl @scoops-stevie @gothbat99 @bayouteche @toburnup @stevethehairington @judasofsuburbia @henderdads @sharpbutsoft @kkpwnall @figthefruitfaeth @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @wynnyfryd @stargyles @jeysuso @bitchsteve @lovespiralls @riality-check @cheatghost @legitcookie @hellsfireclub @sanguineterrain @kingofscoops @roykentt @sidekick-hero

[welcometololaland]

Lola, emojis for you pls 🥑🦷🥐🐚

i haven't looked...and yet i feel that there is going to be an attack in here somewhere 👀

🥑 you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

idk, y'all live so far away. i think it would have to be @celeritas2997. she wouldn't like it, but she's going to have to live with it. plus, she'd visit me in prison when i inevitably couldn't deal with the guilt and turned myself in.

🦷 share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on?

if you don't mind travelling in the back of the plane (read: waiting for everyone to de-plane before you) and you're travelling with one other person, make sure you check the seating options at the rear of the aircraft when you select your seats. sometimes in bigger planes (A380s etc) there are options for two seats side by side right down the back. then you don't have to have a random sit with you and you can go to the bathroom guilt free 😌 this hack has made my life so much better on long-haul (read: 10 hour plus) flights.

🥐 name one internet reference that will always make you laugh? 

i have a 'iconic memes' folder on my phone and all of them make me lose my shit. i have a soft spot for those really stupid medieval memes.

🐚 do you like or dislike surprises?

obvious from my anxious girl aesthetic but i HATE surprises. unless someone wants to organise a surprise birthday party for me because i hate organising things for my birthday (which is why i haven't had a birthday thing in like 15 years).

thanks rae!

[writer's ask game]

[fainthedcherry]

HAPPY TURTLE TUESDAYYY TMNT FANDOMMM!!!! I have a treat for y'all artists who love to make TMNT OCs!!! If you love the 2012 era, you're gonna love this one too!!!

A FREE TO USE TMNT DARK HORIZONS FLASH GAME CHARACTER SELECT TEMPLATE, MADE FROM THE ACTUAL GAME SPRITES!!! (Scroll below for the Google Drive of the files, credits first to the artist though sorry! :D)

(ft also the fancy animation particles for when you get to this menu, for those who wanna add it too! (( the GIF is the raw version, without the effect settings/scripts added in Flash tho.)))

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!! I DID NOT CREATE THESE ASSETS, NOR HAVE I DRAWN THEM

(I am an artist posting this, who has replicated the game's art as a fan, so I want to disclose clearly, that these are NOT MY WORKS HERE.)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give all the credit to the SENIOR ART DIRECTOR working on this Flash game, Damian Aliberti and his team of artists from Quadramma (I could not find sources online that confirm who are said artists unfortunately, so I can only credit the art-director for now)!!!

He even made a page about this project, for his portfolio! Check it out, it's AWESOME!! (CLICK MEE / TAP MEEE)

^I didn't know they planned to bring this to mobile, so you can predict that I'm happy, that this game is still seemingly loved by the Italian studio that made it seemingly. x) (I can only assume they're Italian, due to the file-names, don't quote me on this though, barely any info exists on this Flash game as you can predict LOL)

GOOD NOW THAT YOU HOPEFULLY READ WHO MADE THE PRETTY ART: CLICK ME OR TAP ME FOR THE GOOGLE DRIVEE (drive provides the GIF, a PSD, SAI2, PNG and MDP file!! [the joys of owning several art programs, making this much more accessible to people :v])

btw, also like..Maybe not use this for commercial/profit purposes though, that'd be profiting off resources you didn't make, and that are copyrighted. I don't think that's legal. :"v

NO CREDIT REQUIRED. COMPLETELY F2U. I did not after all make the assets, nor will claim so. :V as I mentioned, I extracted these from the actual game, which is why these are all so crisp and nice looking, instead of me using a snipping tool like 2 yrs ago for my fun challenge of recreating the game's artstyle LOL

I do NOT claim these assets or the art I've extracted as my own, this is all purely from the game, and very obviously, these are I guess, owned by Nickelodeon, so I ask you ofc do not...Do some legally questionable things w/ this stuff sdfklsd, pls behave fans, I'd rather not get reported for something I didn't do for providing this to the internet. xD

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Whilst credit would be nice, and linking back to this would be even nicer for other fans who might just like me,, wanna replicate this cool game's aesthetic sdfskldglk, it's optional, completely LOL. It did only take like 2 hrs to piece this stuff together, to look like a real screenshot thank god. xD

FEEL FREE TO SHOW ME IF YOU ALSO DRAW IN THE GAME'S STYLE OR WANNA BANTER ABOUT TMNT OCS OROROR YKNOW USED THE THING AND WANT ME TO SEE ITTTT I GLADLY STARE AT TMNT POSTS NO MATTER WHAT ERAAAAA~

I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO APPRECIATE THIS GAME'S ARTSTYLE NGL. THAT'S ALL I WANT. And if more ppl also would wanna draw in it it'd make me so happy. I am like...The most acoustic TMNT fan out there man, I have the weirdest wishes in mind xD

Hope anyone wants this orrr like needs it orr dreamt of doing this too orrrr just never thought about doing it, but now that a free template is out there, someone might also wanna do it!! I love whenever like- fandom templates and stuff is made. I plan to maybe make this a Toyhou.se code too, since I do have the raw files of the games and could try to see if I can replicate the animations and stuff and make it non-premium and premium!

(Maybe I should make fandom codes more often in general tho at the topic of that, did it before for Terraria and helped out w/ a Monster High code, to give it a mobile compatible version LMAO)

If anyone or me figures out the artists behind the sprites, I'd gladly show them too, bc GORGEOUS GAME MAN!!!! THEY DESERVE ANY PRAISE THEY GET FOR THE ART AND THE GAME ITSELF ANSAHSHAJS, here I go again I swear, I'm done yapping now. I should participate in internet olympics when it comes to writing essays in every post I ever made. xD

[takemyopenheart]

Your manips are so beautiful and REALISTIC it kinda scary, I'm curious how do you make them?? (If you're not comfortable sharing I totally understand you can ignore this ❤️)

TYSM, NONNY 💕 this means a lot! I really enjoy making them and sending them to the fandom immensely!

This is pretty much my step by step process (hope it’s not too confusing). If you, or anyone, has any other questions pls feel free to drop any q’s in my inbox or via dm!

tutorial:

Apps I use: Picsart and Snapseed (both are free)

The secret to a good manip is couple pictures, e.g. your FCs next to another person and I just overlay their face, which makes it easier.

Step 1: I search through Pinterest or instagram to collect the pictures I want to use. I try finding pictures that are somewhat similar in lighting, although this isn’t too important since that can be fixed later using Snapseed.

Step 2: Open Picsart and the main picture you’ll be using. In tools, choose clone. From here, you’ll be erasing part of or the entire face of the person where you’ll be editing your FCs face over. This is so no part of the other person’s face shows.

Step 3: Next you’re going to click on add photo to edit in your FCs face. This is optional, but you can edit the lighting so it’s similar to the other picture by clicking adjust and messing around with the settings there. This can be skipped though since the same can be done later in snapseed. From there you’ll click cutout to cut around the face, it doesn’t have to be perfect. You can flip the picture under crop if you need to, like I did here.

Step 3: Adjust the size and move it around where you’d like the face to be. From there, click on the eraser at the top. Now you’re going to be erasing around the face. Lowering the hardness prevents it from having a superimposed look.

Step 4: Resize the picture, movie it around, and use the eraser tool until you’re satisfied with how it looks. If there are any imperfections, such as part of the og picture’s face showing a bit, like my example, use the clone tool again to erase it. But this can also be done in Snapseed using the healing tool as well, so it’s not often necessary. Now feel free to click apply and the download button at the top to save your picture.

Step 5: Open Snapseed, choose your newly edited picture and click on selective under tools. This is where you’ll be fixing the lighting. The picture of Aimee was taken indoors, making it darker than the one of Tom, which was taken outdoors. In order to fix this, click on either face and mess around with the settings as you see fit. Feel free to use this in any part of the picture to your satisfaction. Snapseed is my fave editing app with many useful tools to explore!

And there it is! If neither of these apps are available for you, look for any other apps that provide similar tools to these. Like I said, the secret is finding the right pictures and simply superimposing your fc’s face!

If all else fails, I’d be more than happy to help you out!

[dragonballhoodie]

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[iwantyouloveidonefriends]

https://pleasantsims.com/sims-2-mods/

LISTA PARA EU BAIXAR

Mootilda’s Hood Checker – This is a tool and not really a mod, but it’s necessary to check your hoods for corruption. Read all documentation on the download page.

No Corrupt Death – Suppresses the corrupt death memory.

No Unlink on Delete – Game no longer partially destroys sim file on deletion of tombstone. May resolve potential random tombstone losses when moving tombstones to community lots resulting from shredded character files produced by unlinkage.

Select Your Cemetery – Sims dying on apartment lots are no longer sent to a random cemetery. You can now choose the cemetery to send them to. Sometimes the game sends these graves to lots that don’t exist, which can cause problems. This mod alleviates that issue

Autonomous Casual Romance (ACR) – Allows your Sims to autonomously woohoo, try for baby, make booty calls, and perform a whole host of romantic interactions. Gives your Sims more freedom to make their own romantic decisions and creates a lot of drama and fun in your neighborhood. Highly recommended!

Anti-Redundancy – Eliminates spawning of unnecessary redundant NPCs

No Sim Loaded – Removes the “Sim Loaded” token and others every time you load a lot, preventing lag, and also prevents and fixes the Super Duper Hug Bug

Freetime Cribs Animated – Enables the animations on the two cribs that came with Free Time. Finally your Sims wont stick their arms through the railings anymore

Business Mod – Fixes a lot of issues with Open for Business. Recommended if you intend on playing Sim-owned businesses in your neighborhoods

No Lame Hires – Non-townie sims with jobs >= L6 or who are already working in a user business are no longer considered eligible hires and will not clog the hiring pool, nor be available with the “hire” option unless they quit. Sims will never want to hire anyone who already has a job.

Townie Budget Mod – Townies can no longer buy items they can’t afford at businesses, eat at restaurants if they have no money, etc. Does wonders for realism. No more endless money for townies.

Auto Do Homework – Calls all children and teens on the lot to do their homework at 7:00 PM. They will quit if fun gets too low, so no risk of everyone having straight A’s

Faster Homework – Finish homework in 15 minutes instead of an hour

School Mods – This mod fixes problems with the way a sim determines which friend to bring home from school, makes it so that private school students leave school earlier than usual, and makes it so that your household needs to pay 100 simoleons per each child/teen studying in private school

Lower Wages – Reduces salaries for Uni, Seasons, and Free Times jobs to match the base game jobs

Salary Bonus – Rewards Sims for long service, in addition to pay increases from being promoted. Sims who remain at their current career level (pay grade) will receive pay rises as their days worked at that level increase

Exercise Bike Fix – With this mod, sims stop using the Exerto Super Exercise Bike when they’re in bad mood, hungry, sleepy, feel uncomfortable or need to go to the toilet, as if they were using other skill objects. Originally sims don’t care about their needs at all while using the bike and they can die for that reason.

Extended Family Treated as Family – Allows the game to recognize second cousins, first cousins once removed, great grandparents, great grandchildren, and great aunts and uncles as family members. No more dating distant relatives!

Fire Mod – Fixes a lot of issues with how Sims interact with fire. Sims who study fire safety will now behave as intended by attempting to put out fires

No Sim Loaded – Removes useless “sim loaded” tokens and other garbage that slows down your game and causes lag.

Random Calls Fix – Fixes problems related to the random phone calls your Sims receive.

Shadow Fix – Fixes the black boxes that appear under Sims in some games and restores correct shadows.

Simply Leftovers – Allows you to store leftovers as single plates so Sims don’t have to take out the group-sized plate every time they want leftovers.

Smart Beds – Forces the bed ownership system in the game to actually work. Sims will autonomously use the bed they have the most ownership of.

Smarter Lights – The purpose of this mod is to automatically turn the light on and off, depending of the type of the lot, the time of the day, and what the sims are doing.

oung Enough for Pregnancy Fix – Fixes the problem with adults nearing elders being seen as too old for pregnancy when they really aren’t

[usersitcom]

hi i absolutely love your header! do you mind giving a tutorial on how you made it?

yeah ofc!

I did not save the final psd for that gif so this turned out a bit different than the actual header but the process—which assumes some photoshop familiarity, but includes lots of examples—is the same and gets us really close

if anything feels skipped, confusing, or glossed over, pls feel free to ask questions 😊

FOREGROUND — alright so we’ve got a shot of lexi from saved by the bell

— before cropping, convert to smart object at its full size so it’ll retain its quality in case there’s any need to resize later

— then just crop to mobile header dimensions: 640 x 360. and adjust the shot until it fills that space the way you’d like

— there are a few ways to mask but for a still frame esp, I think the easiest is object selection (W) because you get pretty clean edges. I find rectangle mode misses too much, so set it to lasso mode on ‘add to selection’

I missed the entire desk but bc of add to selection, I can just loop around and add it without losing what’s already selected

you’ll notice you truly do not need a steady hand for this, just get close and the tool will do the heavy lifting

— add a layer mask

— then just brush over the missed parts (like the edge of the desk) and erase the extra (like where it caught some of the bookshelf by her shoes)

— so that’s pretty clean except there’s a noticeable stroke around the layer (much more obvious against a background). if there’s a way to avoid this idk what it is! but it's simple enough to get rid of with the brush. in this case I used 10px at 60% hardness + 100% smoothing

— so now you can make any adjustments on coloring and sharpening. running through it really quickly, I got this

— and that looks fine so the foreground is done!

BACKGROUND — for the background, just add a gradient layer

OVERLAY — the overlay is from this pack: https://www.deviantart.com/scottvandyne/art/GIF-OVERLAYS-PACK-by-scottvandyne-796712849

like i mentioned, I do not have a psd for our header but the first overlay in the pack works the same as any of the others, so I’ll be using 'falling sparkles' for this tutorial. but there are like 43 options. lots to have fun with

anyway

— create video timeline if you haven’t already

— open the overlay psd of your choosing. drag (or copy then paste) it into the header file above the gradient

— this overlay is only 500 x 281. you can duplicate it to cover the extra space but it’s honestly not that much smaller so I just resized it

— blending will get rid of the black background and just leave the sparkles

if you want dark or colorful sparkles you could invert and/or use the other modes (really good video on the topic btw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1D9ijh3_-I), but we’re gonna keep white sparkles over the gradient, so we only want the lightening modes

literally any one of them work fine, it’s just a matter of preference. I am always a sucker for linear dodge (add) which gives us this:

BORDER

— you could do what I’m entirely sure I originally did and pull a vector off pixabay if not google tbh and then clip layers to it and use masks and do too much

however pen tool is quicker + less messy

— use the curvature pen tool. as you leave anchor points, it will curve the line for you. it doesn’t matter what color you use (esp since you can alter it later) but stroke will determine how thick the upper line is

tweak the anchor points to clean up curves

— copy the line shape layer, then paste in place (ctrl + shift + v)

— raise one line higher, leaving a gap between them at whatever thickness you like

— rasterize the lower line, use the magic wand to select both the line and the empty space below it

then brush over everything

— when you brush over the selection, you lose smoothness. there’s a trick to smoothing it out but honestly just copy the upper line (which should still be a shape layer), paste in place, and lower until it rests just above the rasterized layer. same effect, no brainpower

just to show the difference:

— and that’s it! just save as a gif and you’re good to go!

ok sike. actually the overlay is a good 200ish frames so whether you export from timeline or flatten to clips/convert to frames, remember to shorten the work area first

— ok that’s it for real this time!

vs. the original. not too far off!

[softxsuki]

☾*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

---VALENTINES DAY LETTER EVENT (CLOSED)

DEADLINE TO SEND A REQUEST: FEB 7 @11:59 EST

Welcome to the first Holiday Event I’ve ever created :D. Valentines Day is right around the corner and I know how lonely it can feel for some of us single people—sometimes we just need to hear that someone is out there thinking of us, loving us. SO, I introduce my Valentines Day Letter Event! The name is pretty self-explanatory, but you can request to receive a love letter from any of your favs! I believe love comes in all forms, so you can receive letters from a lover, friend, or family member, etc, but we’ll get more into that later!

Inspo for this event is from a request I received from @literaryobsession so thank you for the inspiration!

To begin, please read through my request rules PLEASE, but here a few basic rules to know before you request:

»REQUESTING RULES

Anyone can participate! Whether you follow me or not

Feel free to request as many times as you’d like

SFW only, no NSFW or smut pls—suggestive is okay!

Fem!Reader or Gn!Reader only

All requests will be written as letters (250 to 500 words, I might go over the word limit sometimes tho lol)

Only one character per request

No cheating (no character x reader cheating, but I don’t mind if reader had been cheated on by an outside party and maybe character consoles them, if that makes sense) or maybe there was a misunderstanding and the character is clearing their name through the letter! That’s also fine

Sensitive material is allowed so long as it’s for comfort (TW: depression/suicide/eating disorders, etc; stuff like that is fine)

Character x reader only, I don’t write for character x character

I don’t mind writing angst, but I’d prefer if all my writing had a happy ending 😭

»HOW TO REQUEST

Go to my ask box either as anon or not

Select your character (check here for the list of characters I write for) or scroll down to see the list on this post

State whether reader is Fem!Reader or Gn!Reader (if not stated I’ll just make them gender neutral)

State a pet name you’d like them to address you as (I’ll be using Y/N to keep things neutral, but if you’d love a specific pet name like; love, babe, baby, sweetie, honey, etc, then let me know! This is OPTIONAL)

What is your relationship status?: Is this a friend or family member writing to you (platonic) knowing you’re lonely, a crush confessing to you, a partner you just recently started dating, a blind date sending you a letter to tell you how much they enjoyed meeting you and how they wish to know more about you, long-term established relationship, friends with benefits (sfw pls) and he just realized his feelings for you etc—LET ME KNOW whatever it is

What’s the tone of letter?: Full on love letter saying all the things they love about you, comfort letter (specify comfort for what), proposal letter, adoration (not too lovey dovey, but still saying the things they appreciate or like about you) etc…

Select a genre/s (fluff, angst, comfort, modern AU, Soulmate AU, etc)

Location: Is he far from you and mailed this letter to you, do you guys live together, live separately, does he just sneak this letter to you while you’re sleeping or does he hand it to you while he gives you your other gifts? Idk, let me know!

Other info: Just tell me anything specific about you like your age(if you want) appearance/personality/hobbies—anything that you want me to know that might help me write your letter and make it a little more special for you would be great!

Give any specific details of what direction you’d like me to go in with your letter. Be as specific as possible—that would be really helpful :)

Example of how to request: “Hello! Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I’d like one with Pro!Hero Bakugou with quirkless Fem!Reader please. I’d like if he called me ‘baby’ in the letter! We’re in an established relationship for a few years (maybe we were high school sweethearts and have been together ever since). Tone/Genre: adoration and angst to fluff (ish) where he apologizes for being grumpy and snapping at me the night before and goes in to express how much he cares for me without being too over the top (just subtle). Location: we live together, but he’s always out on hero duty so I hardly see him at home. He left the letter in he kitchen, hung up on the refrigerator and even made breakfast for me before he left and mentions that in the later too, saying to heat it up before I eat it! Other info: We’re both 22, I’m pretty reserved, but he brings me out of my shell and makes me feel very confident in my own skin and adores every part of me no matter how insecure I am about my body. I’m quirkless so I spend most of my time in our home just writing since I’m a writer, and watching animes and kdramas while waiting for him to come back home. Thank you!”

Of course your request doesn’t have to be that long (Ik on a PC/laptop, they limit the amount of words you can type in your request. If that happen, then you can send it in several parts with ‘1/3, 2/3, 3/3’ on each part that you send. Maybe put an emoji or something so I know they all belong to you. But YEAH a heavily detailed request like this example would be IDEAL. :D

All letters will be posted ON Feb 14th! So it gives you something to look forward to :D I’ll be writing them as they come, in advance. And in the meantime if I have time, then I’ll be writing and posting some of my pending regular requests.

The amount of requests I get will determine when I close the requests. If I get a flood of requests then I’ll close them a week before Valentine’s Day on Feb 7 by 11:59pm EST, just so I have time on the 13th to write some more letters and have everything ready by the 14th!

Below will be the list of characters I’ll be accepting requests for along with the MASTERLIST where I’ll be listing out the requests as I get them as well as linking them once I write them!

Thank you all if you participate! I can’t wait to start writing these. Send me an ask if you have any questions, comments or concerns :D

(expand for list of characters and masterlist)

WHO I’LL WRITE FOR

MHA: for the students, let me know if they’re proheros already or still students and if reader if a hero or quirkless

Bakugou

Todoroki

Midoriya

Kirishima

Kaminari

Shinsou

Dabi

Hawks

Amajiki

BTS: are they in BTS or just regular people?

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo

Itadori

Megumi

Inumaki

Nanami

Sukuna

YOTD

Hak

Kija

Shin-ah

Jae-ha

Zeno

Obey Me!

Lucifer

Mammon

Levi

Satan

Asmo

Beel

Belphie

Solomon

Simeon

Diavolo

Barbatos

Mystic Messenger

Jumin

Zen

Yoosung

Saeyoung (707)

Haikyuu!!

Daichi

Sugawara

Nishinoya

Kageyama

Hinata

Kuroo

Kenma

Oikawa

Bokuto

Akaashi

Suna

Atsumu

Osamu

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro (Mikey)

Mitsuya

Chifuyu

Baji

Draken

Demon Slayer: is reader also a demon slayer or just a civilian, etc?

Rengoku

Giyuu

Tengen

Tears of Themis

Luke

Artem

Vyn

Marius

Attack On Titan

Eren

Levi

Connie

Jean

Niccolo

MASTERLIST

»MHA: Bakugou’s Letter To His Future Wife

»HQ: Atsumu’s Domestic Letter To His Girlfriend

»HQ: Akaashi’s Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

»MM: Saeyoung’s Love Confession Letter To His Roommate

»TR: Mikey’s Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

»HQ: Kuroo’s Love Confession Letter To His Manager

»JJK: Sukuna’s Confession/Comforting Letter To His Soulmate

»OM: Diavolo’s Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

»TOT: Vyn’s Confession Letter To His Friend

»MHA: Bakugou’s Surprise Letter To His Girlfriend

»MM: Saeyoung’s Confession Letter To His Friend

»MHA: Amajiki’s Confession Letter To His Friend

»HQ: Kuroo’s Love Letter To His Lover

»MHA: Kaminari’s Confession Letter To His Best Friend

»MHA: Bakugou’s Comforting/Apology Letter To His Girlfriend

»MHA: Bakugou’s Invitation Letter To His Girlfriend

»HQ: Nishinoya’s Confession Letter To Tanaka’s Younger Sibling

»AOT: Eren’s Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

»HQ: Bokuto’s Love Letter To His Girlfriend (aka future wife ;))

»TOT: Vyn’s Fluffy Love Letter To His Girlfriend

»MHA: Bakugou’s Love/Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

»YOTD: Jae-ha’s Love Letter To His Girlfriend

»MHA: Dabi’s Comforting Letter To His Friend Who’s Like A Sibling To Him

»HQ: Sugawara’s Pre-Wedding Vows To His Partner

»OM: Leviathan’s Valentines Day Letter To His S/O

»OM: Beelzebub’s Valentines Day Letter To His S/O

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 1/31/2022

Updated: 2/14/2022

[dr4cary-s]

— UPSIDEDOWN WORLD. . . !

chapter one. — new user

— ♡ ❪ masterlist ❫ — ❪ next episode ❫

summary: a strange page that can take you to a upsidedown world. this is how Y/N's life changed just by watching anime online. never trust those pages that they not have pornographic ads.

a/n: okay I know but. . . I COULDN'T RESIST MYSELF. i don't know how to control my emotions i'm too anxious lmfao. so here is it... welcome to the upsidedown world!!! the summary is not the best thing that i do, but i promise you from the bed of oikawa u will love it. the taglist is open, so hurry up if you want to be added to this crazy world.

pairing: haikyuu! various x f!reader

warnings: none

w/c: 790 this is to short :(

"Arami (Y/N)!"

You groan.

"What?!" You yelled from your room.

"I told you to fold the clothes! You did not do it!"

You made a complaining sound.

"I'll do it in a bit! Let me see some chap—"

"None of that miss! First fold the clothes and then you see those your cartoons!"

"But—"

"(Y/N)!" She threatened.

You let out a long sigh and got up from your bed, going to carry out your mother's order.

You had arrived a few minutes ago from school and you just wanted to see the chapters of your beloved anime: Haikyuu!!. The new season is fantastic! And the characters! Oh my God...

Just thinking about them makes your mouth produce more saliva than normal. Why can't they exist?! It's so unfair! Although... On second thought, if they existed, you wouldn't be able to talk to almost anyone, since they would be in their business and many girls would be around them.

You shook your head, pushing those thoughts out. The faster you finish the task you mother asked you, the more time you will have to watch anime.

"What's in that cartoons that you always watch? Aren't you a little big already...?"

You looked at her indignantly. "What?!"

"What?" She said, not understanding your reaction.

"Mom, better... Don't say anything, okay? Shut up"

"Just saying! You could, I don't know, watch series with real people" She remark the real.

"Why? The result is the same: I would never know them"

She hesitated for a few seconds before speaking. "Yes but... At least they exist"

"Mommy!" You reproached, hurt by her words.

She laughed heartily, she did it on purpose.

You grumbled under your breath as you folded the laundry at a technically inhuman speed, resulting in a poorly made ball of cloth.

Your mother cleared her throat.

You groan.

"I got it, I'll do it again" You spoke reluctantly.

"Good that we understand each other"

You sighed. I just wanted to see anime peacefully... You think to yourself.

(...)

You stretched your body and looked at the laptop on your bed. You smiled as you drank from the straw in your glass. You came prepared for a beautiful marathon of your beautiful boys.

You lay down and started looking for the page but when you entered a poster appeared.

'Page in maintenance. The x / xx / xxxx will be enabled again.'

"Why the fuc…" You sighed. Let's see what other page you can find...

'Watch anime in 4k quality! I bet you will feel into the anime itself because of the perfect quality. Free!'

"Uh, that sounds good"

You clicked on the page and as incredible as it sounds, it did not contain annoying ads or anything that contains... porn. A grimace escaped your face as you remembered all those annoying virus-filled ads. You put the name in the search engine and there it was.

You smiled when you saw that all the seasons were found, even the new one. You clicked on the chapter to start watching it.

"Please! Choose the quality:

° Low quality

° Normal quality

° High quality

> REAL quality (it is recommended to be careful with this quality. The feeling can be extreme)

"Aha, yeah. Give me the real quality!" You selected the option and hit play.

"Wow..." You closed your eyes due to an annoying light and instantly pain seized your ass.

You opened your eyes and stroked your butt. You frowned. Where the fuck am I? I fell? Is this...? You looked everywhere, without getting up from the ground. You must be imagining things. Your eyes went up and there you saw a screen. My room!. The screen closed, disappearing.

"Enjoy user 1! You are the first to enter our experimental page. Congratulations!"

The mini poster disappeared.

You know this gym. TOO MUCH.

The doors opened and from these, the main characters made their appearance. They stopped laughing and chatting with each other. They stopped talking when they noticed your presence. They looked at you and you looked at them.

"What?!" Hinata was the first to speak. "Arami (Y/N) is here! In real life! Are you watching this Kageyama?! Arami is here! In the flesh!"

"My favorite character is real! Is this real?!" Nishinoya spoke euphorically.

Sugawara along with Asahi fainted.

You just looked at them in immense confusion and shock.

The fuck is going on here?!

"It must be someone like her, Shoyo. It can't be her, she doesn't exist" Ennoshita clarified sweetly.

"E-Eh... Guys...? Is it... you?

They stopped seeing each other to now look at you.

"She speaks! It is real!" Tanaka announced happily.

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taglist: open

[aquaticstyles]

to do list

hi everyone! i know it’s early, but i stayed up all night writing and simply couldn’t wait to post. 4.8k of some bf!harry ahead (including my first attempt at smut... pls feel free to tell me if it sucks). of course, reblogs + feedback make my heart soar 💓💕💖💘💗💞

You think the scene before you cannot be real. Without a doubt, you must be dreaming, sleepwalking, eyes still seeing through a rose-colored, innocent hue that can only belong to your imagination.

Dew drops cling onto freshly cut blades of emerald grass, spray-painting the ground in a silver cast, sparkling, glistening. Birds sing a perfectly pitched hymn, their orchestra being the gentle whistle of the wind that rustles the branches of the trees in your backyard, new with springtime buds the bees generously catered to. There are the roses, sitting pretty in their beds, still slightly drooping from their abandonment of the glowing mass in the atmosphere, pouting in velvet pink. A dragonfly brushes past the French doors in front of you, and you swear you notice it's hesitation, almost tempted by the glass, almost fooled by the facade, almost daring to dart into the comfort of your home, blocked off by the rest of the outside world. Then there's a lone butterfly, fluttering, strikingly contrasting against the green with its pompous red wings outlined intricately in black ink. The sun rises slowly over her horizon, sluggishly being pulled on a string by an invisible hand buried beneath bundles of clouds pocketed throughout the sky turning more blue as each second ticks by. Watercolor, drops of salmon and peach twirling about one another, accidentally on purpose creating an orange hue to the world below, that is now waking again, a fresh start, a new day.

You simply must be dreaming.

Picking apart the clementine you had selected as your sunrise viewing snack, you watch the scene before you unfold, a rubix cube solving itself before your very own eyes. Sweet and sour juices cascade down your throat, and you notice the uncanny resemblance the fruit in your palm mirrors to the morning. You know the picturesque serenity will soon fade away, turning sour as children awake from their slumbers and car engines are started back up again, but you enjoy the sweet while it remains.

Startling you from your daze, you feel a warm body suddenly press up against your backside, arms encircling your waist, cold palms resting against your exposed stomach, creating a valley of goosebumps in their wake. You relax immediately into his touch, snuggling into him and sighing as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Your hands are freezing," you whisper to him, careful not to disturb nature.

Without a word, he smooths his palms up and down the skin of your tummy in a fast pace in hopes of warming them. After doing so for a couple seconds, now satisfied with the new temperature, he sinks his hands cheekily beneath the band of your underwear, fingertips resting on each hip, using your cotton panties as a blanket.

You almost snicker at his antics, but choose instead to offer him the last piece of your fruit, hovering it over where you imagine his mouth to be near your shoulder. He happily accepts your donation, chapped lips wrapping around your two fingers, a tongue darting out momentarily, teasingly. Out of the corner of your eye you see a smirk fall upon his face as he munches on the fruit, the deep crevice of a dimple forming for only a second. You focus your gaze back on the sun, who has already risen significantly higher in the few minutes Harry had stolen your attention.

As if to thank you for orange, Harry presses a kiss to your skin, then decides after five seconds that one was not enough, for you feel his lips drag across the expanse of your bare shoulder, making their way to the base of your neck. A sticky residue of juice is left behind as his tongue licks your skin, sucking, nipping, biting, causing your eyes to flutter shut and an appreciative hum to rise from the back of your throat. Your head tilts back, allowing the man showing you his love more access. His palms move from their previous shelter underneath your panties, a single finger ghosting up your skin, poking your bellybutton, until it moves beneath the thin tank top you're sporting, tracing the valley of your chest. Two palms encase your breasts, massaging slowly, and your nipples pebble beneath the all-too-familiar touch. Humming again, you get lost in the way Harry has encased you in your third dream of the day.

"You're bein' nice. Should give you a piece of my orange more often," you snicker as Harry flicks your nipple once before encircling his arms around your waist again, hugging you, sinking into your quicksand. He gently sways the two of you, molten together like two pieces of chocolate underneath a beachy sun, one silhouette.

"Mmm..." he hums, and you know he's about to say something else as he presses one final peck beneath your ear, resting his chin back on your shoulder.

A few minutes pass by in silence, and you patiently await the first mumblings of your boyfriend, expecting the special, raspy voice that belongs to early Harry. Unlike the rasp that occurs after a show, or the rasp after a bitter fight, this one is your favorite, because you're the only one who gets to hear it. You're the only one that gets his mornings.

"Wanna have sex?"

You blink at the sudden abrupt and blunt statement interrupting your sentimental thinking. Chuckling softly at your two contrasting mindsets, you tease him, "Bored already? It's not even 7 yet."

"Not bored," Harry lifts his head, pretending to be shocked at your accusation as he spins your body around in his arms so he can finally get a good look at you. He notices the smile already plastered on your face as you turn into view, and he thinks that he would do anything to capture you in this moment and keep it locked away in his chest forever. "Jus' wanna have sex with you. Love havin' sex with you."

You run your hands up Harry's bare chest and begin to fiddle with the chain hanging around his neck, thumbing over the plated cross that has ironically swung over you countless times, "Gotta check this off the to do list?"

You're only joking, but the sudden frown that washes over Harry's face makes you think he didn't pick up on that. Suddenly ever-so-serious, creases form between his brow, "Sex with you is never something to just mark off my to do list."

"No?" you raise your eyebrows and fold your hands behind his neck, tugging gently at the curls there, twirling them around your pointer finger.

With a quick and firm shake of his head to confirm his sentiment, he places a loving kiss on your cheek, then the other one, then on the center of your pout, lingering there for a moment before sneakily slipping his tongue into your mouth and massaging it languidly against yours, the tangy bitterness of the orange encircling the two of you, making your toes curl and your hands slide into the curled mess sitting atop your lover's head, knots from a deep slumber, a rats nest begging for a comb, but your fingers will simply have to suffice.

"Love you," he mumbles as he pulls away, speaking his mind yet directly from his heart all at once.

You can't help but grin at him, the sunlight from the view you were ogling over mere seconds ago casting a perfect golden hue onto his tanned skin. You're so close you can see every pore, every beauty mark, every scar. If you closed your eyes you would be able to trace his skin with ease, knowing every landmark on his road map, knowing every bit and piece of Harry that makes him Harry. He's so familiar to you, a body you know sometimes better than your own, a body you're always longing for, regardless of the countless of times you've made love by now. There's something so innocently intimate about this moment, something so casual and domestic.

You wish to capture him right now, in this very instant, with curls that have definitely looked worse but definitely looked better, glistening pink lips that are still slightly chapped from their lack of use through the night, a slight stubble around his jaw and below his nose, eyebrows crisscrossed in a chevron pattern that is entirely unnoticeable unless you're peering directly into his sleepy eyes (paired with faint purple circles underneath), in nothing but a pair of briefs, one leg hiked up significantly higher than the other (most likely due to the starfish position he chose to undertake in sleep last night), and lock it away in a special place in your mind forever.

This is Harry. Your Harry. The version of him reserved just for you.

And how could you say no?

"Okay," you smile as you watch his eyes light up like a school boy sneaking his first kiss against the tree on the playground, a million fireworks exploding in a forest.

In one sudden, swift movement, Harry swings your body over his shoulder with ease, as if you weigh nothing more than a sheet of paper. Now seeing the world upside down, you erupt into a burst of giggles, your hair swinging below you as your boyfriend begins to maneuver around your home. The sunrise slowly defocuses, shifting out of your view as the replacement sunshine carries you towards your bedroom.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking you know," you manage to speak out between laughs, and you imagine there's undoubtedly a bulging vein at the center of your forehead from your current position.

"Hush," is all he says in response, paired with a couple pats on your bum that is so conveniently placed on his shoulder. "Bed or shower?"

"Uhhhh," you begin, now having a perfect view of your living room as Harry now stands in the doorway of your bedroom. Drumming your hands on the backs of his thighs in contemplation, you weigh your options, "Last time we did it in the shower you almost slipped and broke your neck so-"

"Your fault for using so much bloody conditioner-"

"Thought you liked my conditioner, said it smelled like roses-"

And then he's throwing you on top of the mattress, your back colliding with the plush duvet, and head sinking into the array of pillows Harry simply has to have (the first night he spent at your place, you only had two. the next time he came over, a dozen new pillows sat crammed in his backseat, claiming it was good for "neck and back support"). You barely have a second to think before he's crawling over you, palms placed on each side of your head, his knees trapping you against your hips. Fanning out, your hair creates a halo around you, making you look even more of an angel the man hovering above you sees you as. Out of the corner of your eye you see one of his rings twinkle in the singular beam of sunlight peaking through your curtains, and you can't help the smile that warms your face.

"What are yeh smilin' at?" Harry grins, peering down at you below him. He looks ethereal, tattoos contrasting and standing out even in the darkness masking the room, thick biceps flexing as they hold his body up above yours, smiling in that way he does only when he's around his other half. He belongs in a gallery, framed in gold trim, available to be studied and fawned over. Yet here you are, selfishly adoring what the masses wish they could view, an unbothered bliss.

"Nothin," you respond, locking your arms behind his neck, scratching his scalp lightly, it feels like the first ten chews of bubble gum, squishing a marshmallow between your fingertips, a fruity piña colada on a hot summer's day, and he hasn't even touched you yet. "just love you."

And you do. So much it consumes you. So much it hurts. So much you'd dive head first into shark infested waters if it meant feeling his palm against your cheek.

And if you thought that smile of his couldn't possible grow any bigger, you're proven wrong yet again. He catches your lips between his, suckling on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, licking into you as if you're the last bucket of water on earth and he's parched, shriveling at the seams. It's like his one mission in life was to move his tongue against yours, and he's perfected his craft flawlessly. His body presses down against yours, needing contact, gently grinding his bulge that is growing with each rotation of his hips against your clothed core.

"Love you so much," he mumbles in between sloppy kisses, noses bumping every so often, causing a few giggles to interrupt the sweet silence.

After removing your shirt in one swift movement, desperate to reveal the miles upon miles of skin he never tires of studying, his lips soon travel south, leaving a piece of his heart in their tracks from the corner of your mouth, to beneath your ear, to your jaw, to your breasts, to your tummy, to your hip bone.

"Can I have a taste darlin'? Please? M'achin' for it," ringed hands run up and down the sides of your abdomen before they encircle your thighs, spreading them apart so a mess of caramel curls can settle between them, nails creating half-moons onto your skin.

A breathy exhale releases from you as he brushes his nose exactly against where he knows your clit is, ghosting the pad of his thumb against it once teasingly. Hooded green eyes peer into yours from their position between you, and you think you'd like to have this photograph etched into your brain for eternity. Your lover, in between your legs, begging to lick you until your thighs shake.

"Can smell yeh angel, makin' my mouth water. Gonna let me taste yeh fo' a bit?" His accent is huskier, low and raspy, shavings of dark chocolate sprinkled on a bitter raspberry tart.

And again, how on earth could you say no?

"Please H," you grasp onto the cusp of a chestnut curl, gripping onto it as your life depends on it as Harry quite literally dives into you.

Your underwear is thrown and forgotten across the room as his lips attack your folds, tongue licking into you and spreading you apart in a way that only Harry can do. You're a watermelon cracked open on the deck of a yacht, juice dribbling onto to sugar-high-chasing chins. Prickles of his facial hair rub against you in the most agonizingly amazing way, and you yelp when he delivers a harsh suck to your clit right off the bat, moaning and whining underneath his touch.

His tongue doesn't miss a single spot, devouring you and causing your heart to thump harshly against your chest. Suddenly and abruptly, Harry inserts a finger into your entrance, curling it inside you and pumping it in and out a couple times before adding another. His fingers and tongue simultaneously work you, and if your brain hadn't turned to jelly, you'd be delivering a speech consisting of his name and various other praises.

"Gimme a good one, lover," he demands, his lips vibrating against you. When his lips move to suck harshly on your clit yet again as his fingers repeatedly hit that one cushiony spot inside you, you're sent over the edge, curling your toes, moaning relentlessly, and jerking your hips abruptly, causing harry's large palms to trap them back down against the mattress.

He's a professional, an artist, painting you with each lick of his tongue against your nerves, each curl of his fingers inside of you, making a masterpiece out of you as you ride out your wave of pleasure, coasting it until it crashes against the shore. His starry night.

And when you finally chase down your high, and Harry's still licking your folds, you tug his roots away from you, wiggling from overstimulation. A whine leaves Harry's cherry lips as he's tugged back to you. A smirk warms his face, a dimple reappearing, and his thumb brushes the corner of his mouth, catching some of your arousal, before it sinks between his glistening lips. Sucking the remnants of you from his finger, he hums, "tastes like clementines."

His words send you into a frenzy, a vampire flung into a blood drive, and you grasp onto his shoulders and flip him roughly onto his back, straddling him and trapping his lips in a kiss before any objections can leave them. His hands encase your back, scratching here and rubbing there. You can still taste you on his tongue as it swirls against your own, and when you take his lower lip between your teeth, he lets out a throaty groan, lifting his hips to rut against your sensitive core to relieve himself for just a moment.

"Achin' aren't you baby?" You ask, tracing your fingers over the butterfly stamped on his chest, to the ferns above his v-line, to the sparse patch of coarse hair right above his underwear that sits low on his waist. Palming over the fabric, you feel how hard and thick he's gotten, and you can only imagine how frustrated he must be.

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck me angel, please. Always achin' for yeh," Harry whimpers, green eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as he watches you teasingly toy with the band of his underwear, tracing the skin right above where he needs you most.

You tap his hip bone twice, and he obliges by lifting his hips, allowing you to drag his underwear to his feet and fling them across the room, undoubtedly joining yours somewhere. He loves when you take charge, loves when you tell him what to do without even verbally saying anything. You could do anything to him, and he'd love it. He's so caught up in your orbit he'd completely miss the asteroid hurtling towards him at a thousand miles per hour.

And when his cock springs up against his stomach, tip red and glistening with precum, your mouth literally waters.

How the fuck can a dick be that pretty?

Crawling back over to him, you gently twist your fingers around his member, giving him a few pumps that causes his head to roll back against the pillow, veins bulging in his neck as a loud groan leaves his open lips. His eyes flutter shut as you stroke him, and you're nearly about to go down on him when he interrupts your thoughts.

"Put me in darlin', won't last if yeh keep doin' that. Wanna feel your pretty cunt wrapped around me, yeah?"

And you don't have to be told twice.

Lining him up with your entrance, you slowly sink down onto him inch by inch, hissing at the faint burn that always comes with him stretching you out like this, especially after his tongue already worked wonderful magic on you mere minutes ago. Harry moans, praising and chanting your name in whispers. His face is pulled in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing, lips open as heavy pants leave them.

As soon as you get to the base of him, you take a moment to adjust before slowly working up a rotation of your hips, circling around him and rubbing your clit on his pelvic bone in the process, sending an overwhelming wave of goosebumps down your spine. Harry's hands move up and down your back, to your ass, to your pebbled nipples, massaging and coasting over every single centimeter of skin he can reach.

Creating a rhythm, you begin to sink up and down on his cock, causing your tits to bounce as you pick up the pace. He's filling you up in the best way imaginable, hitting every spot, encompassing every inch. You can't tell where he stops and you begin, waterfalls inter-joining and cascading down together, intertwined in harmony and mind-numbing pleasure. The sound of your skin slapping together is music to your ears, a sweet symphony of your bodies exuding love.

"Harry god," you moan when his tip reaches that one spot inside you, eyes rolling back, tilting your head in a way that broadcasts the expanse of your neck dotted with purple bruises from Harry's lips, and your chest, breasts glistening with beads of sweat.

"Like that angel? Like when yeh ride me like this?" Harry groans at the sight of you, a masterpiece fucking him so well he nearly forgets his name. You're glowing, a shining mass far too bright for him, and he almost debates jetting off for his sunglasses. "Know yeh do. Fuckin' perfect. Ridin' me so well angel, tha's it."  

It's paradise, toes sinking into beds of sand, observing the sun as it sinks into the ocean, leaving an array of creamsicle in its path, a massage from warm palms after a hard week hunched over a computer, finally finishing the book you've started three times, dog-earing the pages with passages that jump out to you, a cold shower when the air-con is out, sweaty bodies lost under the brief escape of the chilling water. It's perfect. It's you and Harry.

He can't take his eyes off you, not wanting to miss a single second of this, barely blinking so he can come back to each frame and rewatch this film over and over and over again. Moving his palms against your sides, he watches as your breasts move up and down, and he can't help the next words that tumble out of his mouth, ""Your tits are fuckin' dynamite have I ever told you that?"

Locking eyes with your lover, you smile widely, pearly whites broadcasted in an ear-to-ear grin at his ability to say something so completely Harry in this intimate moment. You let one giggle escape your lips, briefly shaking your head at the man, causing a lock of your hair to fall out of place and over your eyes.

His knuckles brush the stray away so it doesn't block your view of him beneath you, and then he cups your cheek and grins, an eternal sunshine radiating his heat onto you, "Wha'? It's true. Your tits are fuckin' incredible. Can't believe I get to see 'em."

Feeling nothing but pure adoration, you observe the same look in his eye, his smile sparkling beneath you, eyes twinkling into yours as if a projector is relaying the words "I love you" in a cursive script across his irises. Blinking once, taking a snapshot of his face right now, you lean into his touch and place a kiss to his palm, "Thanks lover."

Clenching your walls around him, Harry loses his train of thought and releases an ear-splitting moan, one that nearly makes you cum in that very instant. His hand moves from your cheek to your side again, both palms squeezing your hips. He bites his lip so hard it almost draws blood, his cock twitching as it buries inside you, skin on skin, absolutely no barriers. "My lover," he mumbles, eyes darting off to where your bodies are connecting, watching your pussy slide up and down his cock.

Your thighs begin to burn, and you feel that all too familiar feeling bubble in your abdomen, foam overflowing a cappuccino. Placing your palms on his chest, you hover over him, grinding your hips repeatedly, "Your lover. The only one."

He wraps his hands around your wrists, bringing them to his lips to kiss the back of your hands, then pecking each one of your fingers, mumbling in between each token of his affection, "Only one that can fuck me like this angel, only one."

Once he releases his hold on your hands, he moves one of his fingers down to your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves in a way that causes you to cry out, "Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna-,"

"There we are," he smirks, watching you lose it before his very eyes, and he knows when your brow begins to furrow that you're close to unraveling again, "go ahead darlin' come on your cock. It's yours."

Your movements become sloppy, no longer fluid and concentrated like before as you run after your orgasm. Still desperate to prolong this feeling as longer as possible, you pick up the pace even more, riding him faster despite your body's oncoming exhaustion. His finger continues to linger where you need it, playing with you and sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.

"Fuck, that's it," Harry's raspy praises causes a flush to rise to your chest and cheeks, "Not far behind yeh lover keep goin'."

He loves the way you look when you come, the way your face twists and your mouth drops in the shape of an O, strawberry lips glistening in ecstasy, begging for a taste. Sweat running down your chest and lingering on your temples, messy hair frizzy from the pillow and his fingertips, golden skin shining in the low-light. But he particularly loves the way you never ever shut your eyes, even though sometimes the waves are so euphorically catastrophic you're tempted to let your eyes rest to absorb the moment fully. Yet here you are right now, candle wax melting above him into a sea of warm rose water, peering directly into his eyes, revealing every word you wish you could say. A whimper, Right there. A moan, I love you.

And once he's viewed the sight beautiful enough to blind him, he's coming as well, his cock twitching as he releases warm spurts of him inside of you. As soon as you feel him soften, you lift up off of him and collapse on top of his sweaty chest, limbs exhausted and body spent from your two orgasms. You rest your head on a swallow, the steady heartbeat of your lover echoing softly into your eardrum, gooey caramel summersaulting over cotton candy skies, a chilling ice cube plummeting and disappearing into a hot tub, steaming, steady, Styles.

Harry presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for a moment, I. two, Love, three, You. One hand rests on your piping back, scratching lightly up and down, while the other strokes your hair away from your face, a touch so soft and delicate as if he'd break you into a million pieces if he's not too fragile. Precious cargo.

"Love you," you mumble, nearly half asleep as his touch sends another wave of soothing calmness through your nerves, unaware that the exact same words were repeating over and over through his brain in this moment.

Harry smiles, a wide, bunny-tooth grin, and even though you can't see it, you know it's there, for his heartbeat quickens ever-so-slightly.

"Love you, angel. So much."

It's laying here, post-sex, in the comforting silence of your home, that you think you quite like these moments more than any others. The ones that are so simple and habitual one would deem them unimportant, a cup of tea gone cold, last Sunday's paper. These moments are what make you feel the closest to Harry, behind closed doors, just you and him, in your own bulletproof bubble, making love, starting and ending each day, together. And you think you quite like the idea of spending forever in that bubble, watching the sunrise, sharing your clementine, and spending the day tangled in sheets with the man that has irreversibly stolen your heart.

Theirs was a brief beauty, autumn leaves before they fall to the ground, trampled on, forgotten. Yours was forever, an easy love, one that didn't have to try, one that flourished, even when the odds were pent against you. An easy love, a flourishing love, a habit you never wish to break. As simple as a well-known recipe, caramel-colored pages wilting from being passed by generations. As complex as learning the avenues and allies, hiding spots and hidden treasures of a new city. He was everything, the light, the dark, the beginning, the end.

And when you wake up the next morning, peering over your shoulder in the doorway of your shared bedroom to see that all too familiar starfish spread out and suctioned to the sheets, you smile, knowing that in only a couple of minutes he'd notice the left side of the bed had gone cold, springing up out of bed in search of his personal radiator, his lover. You trot to the kitchen, and right as you reach to grab a clementine, you notice a note that had not been there the night prior, stuck to the thick peel of the fruit.  

"To Do List:

   - Go on a run.    - Propose to girlfriend.    - Have sex with girlfriend fiancé.    - Call Mum.    - Buy more clementines."

[docholligay]

RANT: Overwatch Lore

Oh my god, I just...you know what's really infuriating to me about Overwatch Lore, other than literally everything? How much I GIVE A FUCK. I CARE SO MUCH. Like, to a certain extent, Crystal can't hurt me because I have been around the Sailor Moon block so much that I know what this shit is going to do and exactly how its going to disappoint me, and so I feel strangely free and disconnected from it. Haruka wearing a wedding dress at the end of the new myu? Utterly predictable, sure this may as well happen, why not, Michiru saying she's jealous of Usagi and Mamoru? Yeah sure whatever she's not a real Michiru but a false one.

This is the appropriate way to interact with canon.

But Overwatch? For whatever fucking reason I cannot free myself from the shackles of caring what the fuck they're doing to my girls (and Winston). I should be able to look at the intensely inconsistent characterization* and the utterly fucked timeline** and go, "Oh wow, nothing matters!" but every single fucking time, I open the stupid comic or short story, and every single fucking time, there is a little voice in the back of my head going, "No, stop this is...holligay PLS" and every time I get SURPRISE FUCKING PIKACHU over the disappointment. WHY THIS? I fucking love Tracer, so goddamn much, and I think Pharah is one of the most uniquely interesting characters I've noodled on in a long time, and when the game started up, they were supposed to be the CORE of the story. WHy do you thing I made them main characters? I thought weirdly, that pharah was going to matter! I thought she was going to be more than an accessory in other people's story. MY TEAM WAS SELECTED BECAUSE OF THIS THING FROM THE BEGINNING OF OVERWATCH GEE IT'S BEEN A LONG FIVE YEARS

Me, being a dumb fucking cunt who apparently has never interacted with a video game ever, in my life, took the ladies from this trailer and was like, "Okay these are the core characters of the game, and surely each of their lines represents an extreme core value they hold, something that is incredibly important to their character. They're all saying similar things but in different ways, and THAT is important." I BASED MY ENTIRE OVERWATCH WORLD BASED ON THIS FACT.

I AM FORTUNE'S GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING FOOL.

Remember when Mercy's sense of ethics and compassion was a core part of her character? Remember when she was like, "uh, Overwatch was basically always wrong." Remember when she had a personality outside of being the sexy girl? THEY MADE HER JUST HAVE THE EXACT SAME JOB AS HER PARENTS.***

I keep thinking back to the simplest tucking things, like Lena's AGE. Canonically, Lena is 26 years old. I, and others, using the very difficult system called, "We googled and found the RAF website" determined that she would be too young to have been an RAF fighter pilot, gone to overwatch, been lost in time, and have revived overwatch. We had a very simple solution! "Oh, " we said, "she was lost to time at 26, and a symptom of her disability is she doesn't appear to age/doesn't age" No! Said overwatch, no, she's really 26 despite that making no fucking sense. Or like, Tracer's favorite ~footie~ team being Chelsea. Like, you don't have to agree with me that it's clearly the West Ham United, but there are a MULTITUDE of options that don't boil down to, "One of two English football teams Americans know" GOOGLE. GOOGLE. I googled and handed a list of three options to an Actual English Person, asking their opinion based on my take of her. It took me like, thirty minutes.

FAREEHA AMARI perhaps no one has been fucked so roughly and thoroughly as you are. From the absolute asspull of you being half-Native to cover for the Thunderbird skin. I am very happy that some people feel represented by it, but it was always an asspull. It was never their original intention**** And she was SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER. She was supposed to be central and her conflict with her mother was supposed to be about FAREEHA, not about fucking ANA. Ana Amari fucking sucks, and the fact that she sucks was supposed to be about Fareeha and how, I mean think about it for five fucking seconds, if we take the view that she 'grew up' with the old guard, nearly every fucking adult in that group PRETENDED TO BE DEAD AND FUCKING FAILED HER. How can that not be Fareeha's story? How can she not have trust issues? How can people being flighty not fuck with her even if she wouldn't admit it?

I'm not even going into Dva because the way they play into her whole cutie pie kpop thing isn't an argument I'm into having.

AND I CARE. I keep fucking caring!! I fucking read the McCree/Cassidy comic! And I will keep reading it!! Why? Because I am FUCKING STUPID, Y'ALL. I am a DUMB CUNT who loves these girls SO FUCKING MUCH. Every time I see a Tracer thing I'm like, "my girl!!!!" my heart soars at seeing Pharah and Mercy together. I just...I can't stop myself! THE THING I HATE MOST ABOUT OVERWATCH LORE IS THAT IT IS COMING DOWN WITH ME, HAND IN UNLOVEABLE HAND.

*LENA MY BELOVED. She was always a bright and optimistic and sunny little thing, but also, like, more than fucking happy to put a bullet in someone with that same smile on her face. WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK AND ALL THAT. She was forgetful and twitchy and had a little bit of a temper on her and could HOLD A GRUDGE but generally assumed the best of others and of life itself, and I took to her VERY quickly without meaning to, and in the last comic I think it's particularly glaring how they've stripped her of so much of what made her a very human sort of character. Issue three ALMOST did something really neat with her and I was SO excited but they just dropped so much of it and UGH MY GOD WHY DID I READ IT WHY DO I CARE but also like, let Lena be a complex person with feelings for more than five seconds?? You've walked back SO much about her, up and including her being a blue collar Eastender because you hired some bitch who can't do the accent but I guess she was on Downton Abbey so whatever***** let's remove what made her an even more compelling sort of hero--lesbian, disabled, blue collar, been through HELL and back--because why not? We already avoid talking about the real implications of her disability and the utter BULLSHIT she must have been though as, might I add, the only human being to ever survive being physically disconnected from time.

**Buy a whiteboard!! Buy a whiteboard.

***Doc, both of Lena's parents are fighter pilots. Fair, so, criticize me all y'all want and I won't put up much of a fight, but I'd like to argue that having it be a longstanding family legacy has a slightly different tone if I was going to defend myself.

****I know this because Fareeha's VA, when asked at the Salt Lake City con about what she was given when auditioning, was told expressly that she was "an aggressive Egyptian Captain America" which is a) essentially how I've always written her and b) confirmed what I have always DEEPLY suspected.

***** WHY IS DOWNTON ABBEY ALWAYS THE SOURCE OF MY PAIN

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

↝ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: y/n pinning them against a wall - prompt inspired by this twitter post

↝ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: kuroo x f!reader + sakusa x f!reader 

↝ ᴡᴄ: kuroo - 1000+ sakusa - 900+ 

↝ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, aggressive behaviour-ish. 

↝ ᴀ/ɴ: I’ll be doing this prompt for Osamu, Akaashi and Yaku too soon ~ I just like it a bit too much haha. also I edited this 3 times so if there are still errors, I am sorry pls ignore. lmao. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

A low rhythmic hum vibrated inside of your throat, to accompany the track playing from your phone. Those who were fortunate enough to catch the melody trailing along with you, would often find a smile on their face. Between the tranquility of the sound and the bliss warping into your aura – your presence accidentally had an impact on many. Those in your university only knew you as the kind singer who would offer sincere smiles, free of cost. It was a reputation you did not mind adhering to – maybe it was better that they did not see the darker shades that coloured your soul. So, generally, a smile would remain sewn into your visage – unwavering until you were within the safety of your home. Where you could release the other parts of you that were deemed “not school friendly.”

Though, today your calculated barrier between the two worlds would disintegrate, due to the careless words of your best friend, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Upon reaching the corner that would connect you to the hallway where your class room was situated, you plucked out an earbud and placed it back into its case. Since this was a course you shared with Kuroo, the two of you held an uncommunicated agreement to wait for the other before entering the room. The thought of your close friend twisted a knot inside of your chest with threads of adoration, excitement and hope. It was quite clear that your relationship was not merely platonic. The issue was that neither of you had initiated the first step to test the boundaries.

But you would try today. You would try after class.

“So, what’s going on between you and l/n?”

Hearing your last name, you paused before switching hallways. How many other l/n’s were at the university? It was certainly a conversation about you. 

So the question was, who was the one posing the question, and who was the one about to answer it?  

“We’re just friends.”

Okay. Easy. That was Kuroo. 

The nonchalance laced into his answer fueled the flame igniting in the pit of your stomach, yet you continued to conceal your presence from the pair. 

“So you don’t mind if I ask her out?”

“It’s not my place to say anything.” Even without a visual, you knew your best friend would have added a shrug to accompany the statement. Somehow, that irritated you more. 

Rolling your eyes, you stepped past the corner for your grand reveal. “Hi there, boys. You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed Tetsurou for a second, would you?” 

Your sudden emergence had startled Kuroo, but what had his chest constricting was your use of his first name and the hallow laugh that was spilling from your lips. 

“Uh, sure…”

It took you a second to realize who the other male was – he was an acquittance of yours, one you shared two classes with. One who was mostly forgettable not due to a lack of charm, but solely because he wasn’t Kuroo.

“Perfect. Thank you.” Curling your fingers around your best friend’s wrist, you dragged him down the hallway, not caring for the confused glances thrown into your direction by those around you. When you reached the area between the staircase and corridor, you gently pushed him against the wall before placing both of your palms on either side of him. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but you were quick to drown out his voice with your own.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Just friends? That’s bullshit.” The concoction of emotions weaving into your bloodstream had given you a headrush. But at the center of the varying feelings was fear. Because you wanted more than a friendship, and you were about to risk your entire relationship for that desire. You tried to suppress it, but over time it became overwhelming. And now – his words had awoken something inside of you. Something you could not contain.

The black-haired male blinked down at you, his irises moving from your arms walling him in, to the death glare your eyes were partaking in. “Isn’t that what we are, y/n? Friends?”

Out of the options available to him, Kuroo had selected the one for a coward. Or perhaps, he was testing you. Either way, your irritation with him had increased tenfold.

“Fuck you.” Lowering your hands on either side, you stepped away from him before turning back into the direction of your class.

“I wasn’t done yet.” A sigh left his mouth as he caught your wrist with his hand, tugging you towards him. Once your back aligned with his chest, he repositioned his arms to curl around your stomach. Heat spread throughout your entire body, and you were unsure whether it was from your anger or due to his close proximity. “We are friends, y/n. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be more. You’re right, it is bullshit. But I can’t exactly go around telling everyone in the school that I’m in love with you, now can I?” Feeling you become incredibly still in his arms, he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against your head. “But if I had known you would get that pissed off so easily, I would have said something stupid earlier. Because pinning me against the wall – that was hot.”

“Shut up.” Breaking away from his hold, you spun around to face him. A half smirk was tugging at his lips, one that communicated how much he enjoyed the situation. “You are horrible. What would you have done if that guy asked me out and I said yes? Hm?”

“I’d probably cry and then say on to the next one!” To further instigate you, he dipped an eyelid into a wink.

“Really. Horrible.” With your passion deflating, exhaustion crept into your muscles, bringing a groan to sound. “Let’s just get to class.”

“Nuh huh. We can ditch one class. Plus, you still haven’t said it back.” Tilting his head, he proceeded a step forward to close the distance once more. He then tapped on your chin, allowing your gazes to connect. 

Inhaling a deep breath, a faint smile was presented towards him.

“I love you too, idi-.”

The remaining half of the insult did not leave your mouth, rather it was replaced with a muffled protest as Kuroo gently caught your lips with his. As you tried to break the exchange, he tangled his fingers in your hair, keeping you secure against him, before mumbling. 

“That’s boyfriend to you.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi 

The repetitive interaction between the laminated flooring and the leather training balls had resulted in a dull ache in your temples. As the manager of a professional volleyball team, you were well accustomed to the noise but today, your patience was running thin. Practice had officially ended two hours ago, and yet your boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi continued fine-tuning his serves. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you scanned the male for any indication of exhaustion – something you would have capitalized on, in order to reason with him. Except the outside hitter’s reserve of energy was far from being depleted. It often surprised you how resilient he was, he certainly did not have Bokuto or Hinata’s stamina, but that did not keep him from pursuing his goals. Whenever he would discover a new technique or target, he would work on it relentlessly. It was an admirable trait, one that made him one of the best players you had ever seen.

And let it be known, supporting him was always your intention. But at the moment, you were passing your own limits and remaining calm and composed was not an option. Between the throbbing on either side of your head and the acids chewing away at your stomach lining from hunger, you were seconds from raiding Bokuto’s secret snack stash.

“Omi, you’re done. Go take a shower.” After swapping your clipboard for a towel, you proceeded across the court, before offering it out to him.

The outside hitter stared at you in response, indicating that he heard your commands but was electing to ignore them. Returning his attention to the volleyball within his grasp, he began prepping for another serve. A sigh mixed with a growl rattled inside of your throat as you twisted the towel in frustration. When the ball landed on the opposite side of the court, an eerie grin stretched onto your mouth.

“Omi. You little shit.”

With each step you took forward, Sakusa intuitively took one step back until his back was met with the padding attached to the wall. You were quite aware of your height difference, although that did not matter. You planted your hands on either side of him, purposefully caging him in. Knitting his brows together, confusion swam in his dark irises.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing? I’m not asking you to finish up. I’m telling you. We finished practice two hours ago, and I am starving. If you do not go into there and take a shower this instant, I will not be responsible for what happens to you. You know what they say – you’re not yourself when you’re hungry.” After gesturing to the locker room with your head, you squinted at him, attempting to seem menacing. However, you were only met with amusement.

“Are you saying you will eat me?” The question had Sakusa battling a smile. Was he really supposed to find that scary?

“We both know someone like you would taste delicious, so I’m not saying that isn’t a possibility.” Maintaining a deadpan expression while spouting nonsense was not a task for the weak – but after having countless conversations with actual idiots, you had mastered it. You would not provide your boyfriend any satisfaction.

“Okay. I’ll go.” His admittance of defeat was joined with the raise of his eyebrow, communicating that he expected you to “release him” now. You were about to comply with the silent request when he dipped down and placed a fleeting kiss onto your mouth. The sudden display of affection had erupted a volcano of butteries inside your stomach.

“What the …”

Leaving you there baffled, the MSBY player slipped past your defenses, smiling to himself. 

Two could play at this game.

Later that night:

After gifting you an apology meal at your favourite fast-food joint, you both elected to walk home rather than taking a taxi. His fingers were intertwined with yours loosely, and since the streets were mostly abandoned, he had removed his mask, permitting his lungs unrestricted access to the fresh air. Now that your mood had elevated significantly after satisfying your human needs, you were ready to question your boyfriend on what occurred earlier inside of the arena.

“So, why’d you kiss me?” Kissing was generally an activity he preferred to engage in after showering. And therefore, you were puzzled by his recent actions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shifting his gaze to the row of streetlamps that framed the sidewalk, he lifted his shoulders into a shrug.

“You liked that I threatened you, didn’t you?” A gentle laugh danced past your lips as you shook your head. That seemed to be the only explanation you could think of in the moment.

“No. You looked cute trying to seem scary.” He joined his retort with a scoff, although it was evident, he was suppressing any physical indication of joy.

“I am scary!” Resisting your urge to pout, you squished his hand to reinforce your statement.

“Yeah, sure you are.” Refusing to bestow upon you his full attention, his eyes travelled to the sky above. While he would not vocalize it, he found most of your antics to be ridiculously adorable. It was what he loved about you. And there was no denying that you could certainly scare others when deprived of food – but not him.

“I will eat you. Don’t tempt me.” A small pout forced its way to your lips to display your mild annoyance. Though, the emotion was easily defeated when Sakusa in a quick swoop, stole another kiss. This time, however, he lingered, enjoying the taste of your lips. 

It turned out that maybe his rules around kissing required some amending. Because he wanted to kiss you, whether or not some of his pre-conditions were met. Guess that was a consequence of being in love.

Once he pulled away, he exhaled a chortle.

“Yeah? I’m looking forward to it.”

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[glowingbadger]

You may have a little Lorenz Prompt as promised. As a treat. Here goes~

Lorenz taking thorough notes to surprise his s/o (is it the blog owner? the reader? some random character? It doesn't matter~!) with the most lovely, romantic date imaginable based around everything they like. He wouldn't put in this much effort to TRULY impress someone, but you're worth every step and more.

Enjoy where this takes your thoughts~!

(and pls don't eat it, Tumblr)

Y'know what, I've had a shitty day and I just finished writing some darker content- so I am going to ~indulge~. Normally I try to make my Reader character as broadly relatable as possible, but today we're going with MY preferences and interests because I WANT A NICE DATE WITH LORENZ GODDAMNIT

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader - perfect date

Fluff - SFW

Today simply has to be flawless- the Gloucester heir will not accept any less. Not when it comes to you. Of course, Lorenz holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for you is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he'd finally gotten the courage- or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask you to spend the day with him.

You approach him at the Monastery gates not long after noon that day, and find your pace slowing as you eye him before he's noticed you. Without his usual elegant set of armor, you can appreciate the way constant marching and training has toned his slender frame- and appreciate it, you most certainly do. Though he soon turns to face you, and your eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see," he says with a warm smile. He offers you an arm and you take it, replying with a grin,

"You've already got me for the day, Lorenz, there's no need for flattery."

"'Flattery' implies a measure of falsehood," he says with confidence, leading you towards town, "and I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

As your time together proceeds, you can't help but feel that, some way, somehow, Lorenz has some kind of psychic insight into your preferences. Everywhere you turn, whatever your heart could desire is immediately available and set before you with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall you find, Lorenz takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while you admire the sprawling array of colorful blooms; and by the time he's returned, he's holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers. With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on your head, a hand trailing down a lock of your hair as he pulls away to observe you.

With a shy grin, you perform an exaggerated curtsy, prompting Lorenz to laugh fondly and take you by the hand. He twirls you slowly under his arm, watching you all the while, then says,

"They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favorites," you reply.

"I know- erm, that is- I know of a superb bakery down the block this way," Lorenz seems a bit red in the face, but you chalk that up to nerves.

He's not wrong though- this bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the Monastery's dining hall, and you find yourself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By your third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in your eyes- but a warm touch at your arm shakes your focus. Lorenz leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter,

"Might I make a recommendation?" you nod, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Brigid cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Your eyes light up and you can practically feel the rich sweetness across your tongue already.

"That sounds incredible," you reply, enraptured by the very thought. When you start to ask how he'd heard of such a thing, Lorenz has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and your words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills your mind with more questions. How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Wouldn't the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients be astronomical?

But then, Lorenz returns to your side and guides you out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from your mind. He hands it to you wrapped in a handkerchief, and you can't help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

"Mmmm-!" you wear an expression of pure bliss as your mouth fills with sweet, savory chocolate, "Oh- Lorenz, it's so good!"

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. You tilt your head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here- you should try some," you break off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are- are you certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content," he stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

"I want you to get to have some too. Please?" You hate to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it's hard to argue with the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from your hand. You don't shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of your finger simply can't be avoided. Lorenz does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and you two enjoy your treat together as you take in the bustle of the town around you.

The day continues in kind, with Lorenz apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he's rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like your own personal art museum, he watches you with evident warmth as you exclaim at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings you to a tavern at the far end of town, where he's reserved the second floor exclusively for you two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, you've finally gotten around to considering just how much gold must have gone into this singular date.

"Lorenz," you say cautiously, "are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for-"

He raises a hand to cut you off, then replies,

"I assure you that it is," he takes your hand in his, holding it warmly from across your private table, "wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a bit of coin."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As you discuss everything you've seen and experienced that day, Lorenz engages you with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He's always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with you, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations of his birthright that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and walls of the surrounding town by the time you make your way back together. As you walk hand in hand watching the Monastery gates rise ahead of you, Lorenz clears his throat abruptly and says,

"If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... actually someone I thought you'd like to meet."

"Oh? What an honor," you say with a smile, "Do I get any hints?"

Lorenz gives a good-natured chuckle and says,

"Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

And of all places throughout Garreg Mach's grounds, you begin to recognize that he is leading you towards the stables. You've met Lorenz's horse before- a lovely mare with a calm and agreeable temperment. If not her, then...

"Eloise?" Lorenz calls out in a gentle voice, "Eloise, come say hello- Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..." at his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet you. Your heart positively aches and melts at the sight of her eagerly approaching Lorenz with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Lorenz, you... have a cat?" You say with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the Monastery's strays, to be clear," he says, "She helps with the mice in the stables. Evidently, she had become quite fond of my preferred horse- and so eventually became fond of me as well."

Fond seems an understatement- she very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, she circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer her his hand. As he does, a shred of parchment flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, you kneel down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that- you must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, you glance at the paper in your hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that you imagine must belong to Lorenz. It looks like a... list of some kind. As your eyes scan down the page, you begin to recognize a pattern. Your favorite flowers, favorite desserts, favorite types of books and places around town- plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times. For a moment, you simply cover your mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, you come to kneel beside Lorenz as he's failing to convince his feline friend to stop swatting at his hair.

"So- you've been taking very thorough notes lately." you say, nudging his arm playfully. He turns to face you with an immediate look of panic. Lavender eyes widen and glance down to the parchment in your hand, then back to you. He visibly deflates and says,

"Goddess- you must find me such a fool-"

You press your lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds your senses as you tilt your head to seal your lips to his more firmly. You're not certain how long you remain like this, but only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bapping her paw against the paper in your hand bring you back to your surroundings. When you part from him, you brush aside the silky curtain of his hair to run your hand along his face, and say,

"I had a wonderful time today, Lorenz- and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle.

"You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention she feels she's owed. Your smile widens, and you scratch her ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Lorenz."

[bunny-xoxo]

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𓂅𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘇𝗮! 𖦹 =͟͟͞♡

oh em gee hi guys! As y’all know I went MIA for a while for various reasons, but I’m back :3! And as a long overdue thank you for 1K - and as a little ty for being so patient while I was gone lol - I officially have an event!! Let’s get into the details below <3…

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Bunny? What’s this selfship palooza??!

I’m happy you asked :)! This event is allllll gonna be about you and your fav! You’ll tell me all about the two of you and in return you’ll get some sweet treats from me - the vendor!

Oh great! What’s the price?

Send me an ask with -> who your s/o is, how you two met, 3 fun facts about your relationship, and at least 2 fun facts about you! And let’s not forget about the sale we have going on here: as a sweet treat, you can get a drawing of you and your s/o at the cheap price offff:

A ref photo/avatar of you & a selection of one of the poses I’ll have linked below! restrictions include: no nsfw poses/prompts, and the drawing will not be digital! (Sorry :() There will also be no reposting of the art without my permission but OFC you can save it to your device and use it however you please with proper credit :3

Wow! That’s great elle! What do I get besides the option sale promo??

You getttt -> your choice of a Drabble about something you find special in your relationship, or a short set of headcannons with my thoughts on your selfship!

Oh my gosh I’m so excited! Now that the fun stuffs out of the way, are there any restrictions?!

Since this is a completely SFW event, minors are allowed to participate! This event has restricted access to the fandoms: HQ, JJK, BNHA, & AOT & You must be following me to request! While I ~LOVE polyships, for the sake of this event relationships will be limited to you and one character! The venue is also pretty small, so there will only be seven slots available to the public! I’ll keep them updated here and reblog as they sell out:

5/7 slots filled

There is VIP access members that will not fill up slots though! -> moots! I may add more slots as I go but there will be no promises!

Is there anything else you ask of your customers?

Please be mindful of the pace you get your product and please be kind of the drawings you receive - I’m no Picasso! I just think it’d be fun and I can use the practice :3!

Oh! I almost forgot! Where can I find the poses??

Here are the links sweets!! Don’t forget to tell me who’s who!

pose 1 pose 2 pose 3 pose 4

If you rq a drawing pls make sure you’re off anon so I can DM you it when it’s done and ask any other ref q’s for the art if needed!

Have fun at the selfship palooza, I hope you all enjoy and I can’t wait for you all to attend!

this event will run until the slots are full, and moots you have until the end of the day 8/21 to request!! Moots can DM if it’s easier, if you’re not a moot pls send me an ask off anon!

all posts for this event will be under the tag 1K!selfship, and if you have any questions please feel free to shoot me an ask!

I also will not publicly post your drawings unless you ask, but I will create a masterlist for the HC/Drabbles for Navi purposes :3

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Pls could you do 25 and Virgil for the whump prompts, you're the best 💚

His Hands

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Virgil, Gordon

25) “I’ve never smashed anyone’s hand with a hammer before so this is going to be a first for both of us.”

I have to admit, coming up with a plot for this was hard because of my 'no permanent maiming' stance. Even I draw the line at wrecking Virgil's hands! He needs those! But I figured something out eventually, even if Scott's fuming in the back of my head because I told him he wasn't allowed to poke his head in this time. Not that he didn't still try...

Warning for a character throwing up.

100 Whump Dialogue Prompts

Virgil still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up in his current situation. They all knew that the well-known Tracy Fortune had painted targets on all of their backs, but this didn’t feel like a normal kidnapping.

Normal kidnappers didn’t have an array of tools ranging from things found in a farm shed to what looked uncomfortably like dentistry equipment, and they generally didn’t have questions, either. Demands for money, instructions on how to act for the camera – Virgil was, unfortunately, familiar with both of those. But this was different.

This was less like people trying to get a few quick bucks and more like something that curled his stomach up in queasy knots if he contemplated it for too long. He knew, of course, that he knew a lot of things that some parties would do a lot to know. The Hood was a prime example of that, with his dogged determination to get hold of anything and everything International Rescue.

He’d just never thought he’d end up in the hands of one of those parties.

There were no stories about what sort of things people would do to get knowledge. Not first-hand ones. But Virgil didn’t need stories of what really went down when he’d seen enough tv dramas as a teenager and, more vividly, Scott after he’d finally come home.

His imagination was more than prolific enough to come up with multiple scenarios for each item he could see in his immediate vicinity, and with each one his stomach was knotting tighter and tighter, and the bile was rising higher.

Scott had had training and he’d still been a ghost of himself for those first few months. Sometimes, if something went just the wrong shade of wrong, that ghost flickered to the surface again even now.

Virgil tried to wrench his thoughts to something else, something less horrifying, but a vivid imagination could be a curse as much as a blessing, and as rugged fingers, tattooed with thick black ink in words he couldn’t read from that angle, closed around the first implement in reach, he felt all the blood drain from his face.

Some of the man’s teeth were rotten, a charcoal deepening to black with splinters of gunmetal sparking across them. Others were fake, shining vibrantly gold and jarringly pure against the smoky, coal-like tar that made up the rest of the mouth.

“Well?” Thin, bloodless lips shaped the word before returning to a madman’s grin.

Virgil kept his own mouth firmly shut. Information on the security of their ‘birds, of their home was something he knew he couldn’t give up. No matter what. Even if he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gleaming iron, mind conjuring scenario after scenario about what the man could be intending to do with it.

“Nothing at all?” His voice was a leer; there was no disappointment at Virgil’s silence and that scaredhim. “Well, if you’re sure.” Another pregnant pause, and something cool and wet slid down the back of Virgil’s neck. “I’ve never smashed anyone’s hand with a hammer before so this is going to be a first for both of us.”

The hands in question were cuffed to a table, palms down. No amount of tugging was going to get them free but even the idea of that big, heavy hammer crashing down onto them was enough to provoke Virgil into yanking with all of his strength, showing weakness be damned. They were his hands, the things he created with, saved people with, treated his family’s injuries with.

He knew enough to know that no amount of surgery would ever be able to save his hands if the hammer was brought down.

His hands were his life. Without them-

But the other option was to talk. To put his family at risk. To bring this man and whatever forces he had behind him down on his brothers. Brothers who also knew a lot. Who knew more than he did.

His hands, or his brothers.

It wasn’t a choice. It couldn’t be a choice.

“No?”

Virgil closed his eyes and tried to pretend there wasn’t pressure building behind his eyes, tried to pretend his lungs weren’t heaving and his throat wasn’t choking. Tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.

Something that large displaced a lot of air as it was swung, and no amount of tugging or desperate breathing could drown out the whooshit made.

BANG.

Someone screamed.

It took Virgil a moment to realise it wasn’t him.

Another bang. And another.

Angry shouting. Tar-and-gold-mouth didn’t sound pleased.

Virgil cracked an eye open to be assaulted by the most hideously orange ensemble he’d ever seen. Tangerine, with a dash of something that looked almost salmon and intertwined with saffron, blocked his view of his would-be interrogator.

“Get out.”

There was only one person who would wear such an offensive combination of colours. Gordon’s voice was ice. Jarringly so; Virgil was used to laughter in his wingman’s voice, a joy about life that steadfastly refused to be silenced. To hear it so frigid was terrifying in its own way.

The skittering indicated that the aquanaut’s order was hurriedly obeyed. Still, it was several long, uneven breaths before his brother moved.

“Did he hurt you?”

Gordon’s garish fashion selection wasn’t enough to distract from the gun slipped into a hidden holster as he turned. Lockpicks sprang into nimble fingers instead, and in moments Virgil’s hands were free.

He yanked them to his chest immediately.

“Virgil?” His brother’s deep amber eyes were scrutinising him in a manner that proved that Gordon and Scott were definitely related. “Hey, we’re gonna get out of here, okay? He’s gone, and the GDF will pick him up. It’s over.”

It was only then that Virgil realised his hands were shaking violently. His hands.

His hands.

He threw up, not quite missing the eye-searing shirt and definitely not missing the rainbow sneakers on his brother’s feet. Gordon didn’t even blink.

“Come on, big guy,” the blond coaxed. He didn’t offer him any help, and Virgil was unendingly thankful for that. It hurt, because touch was a love language they shared, but right now he knew he just couldn’t.

He stumbled to his feet, hands still clenched tightly against his chest, and lumbered around the table to stand with his brother.

Crimson caught his eye, a spatter staining the edge of the table. On the ground, the hammer gleamed, but the angle of the light was all wrong, a dent in the metal that hadn’t been there when he’d seen it earlier. When it was about to come crashing down and-

It was only bile the second time, but it splattered down his shirt and caught the toes of his boots all the same.

“Let’s get out of here.” Gordon somehow coaxed him into moving without ever touching him, and Virgil found himself following his brother out the room, down a short corridor, and then out into a twilight glow that implied he’d been imprisoned longer than he’d realised.

A dragonfly pod was waiting, surrounded by GDF as they swarmed over the property. Gordon beelined for it and the uniformed officers parted in a sea of French grey before them. No-one even attempted to intercept either of them, and Virgil wondered just what look was on Gordon’s face.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

He clambered into the back seat without any prompting, well aware that he was in no condition to pilot, and huddled under the harness as Gordon lifted them smoothly into the sky, away from men with rotting teeth and gold fillings and hammers and towards the safety of the same family he’d almost lost his hands defending.

It would have been worth it. That, Virgil knew without a shadow of a doubt. It didn’t stop the little sob slipping out as he curled protectively around his hands and tried to keep his breathing steady.