#polynesian!reader

[samoankpoper21]

JJK Men Proposing 💍

A/N: Bonus points to whoever gets the kdrama reference in Suguru's proposal aslkf;saj Enjoy~!!

Content Warnings: mid smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, some cursing

Kento Nanami:

"Love?"

"Yes?"

"Let's take a trip this weekend"

"Ooh ok. What did you have in mind?"

"Malaysia." Your typing coming to a pause you peered at him from above your glasses. "Malaysia? That's so random babe. Why there?"

"I've always wanted to go." Taking one last glance at him you noticed his restlessness. 3 years being together you've learned to read Kento Nanami; his face may be stoic, expressionless to others, but you picked up on the way he gulped, his fingers clenching and unclenching. Choosing to ignore his restlessness, knowing in due time he'll eventually come around to letting you in to his inner monologue, you warmly smiled stretching your pudgy, stout arms above your head. "Sure Ken, let's do that. We both could use a break."

The plane ride there you noticed his restlessness increase. "Ken?" you wrapped your smaller hand over his much too large hand. "What's wrong babe? You've been restless since we got on the plane."

"I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Leaning forward to kiss your forehead he hummed a "Mhmm."

He grabbed both of your bags escorting you to the rental area. Driving to the hotel resort he placed his hand on top of your left hand giving it a squeeze. "What part of Malaysia are we staying at?"

"Kuantan."

"Ooh ok. Sounds cool. Wait...you didn't bring me all the way out here to kill me right?" Staring at you in his peripheral he chuckled shaking his head. "You watch too many 'true crime' documentaries."

"But it's true babe! Most serial killers upon their first kill get anxious and after they've killed their victim it's like a high to them." Pressing a kiss to your hand he chuckled again. "You need to go back to watching Korean dramas or anime or something," Squeezing your interwoven fingers he suggests, "Take a nap love. It's going to take almost 4 hours to get there."

"No, no I'm ok! Really!"

15 minutes later Nanami glanced your way chuckling at your head nodding, trying to fight sleep. "Sleep love."

"You sure babe? I don't want you to be up alone."

"I'll be fine."

"Mmkay. Just know I tried." He chuckled as you stifled a yawn, kissing his hand before leaning your chair back to rest.

After having checked into the resort, Kento had planned a spa day for the both of you where you both enjoyed full body massages, clay mask treatment, and the jet bath to yourselves. "Ngh! Ken," you shuddered, the water sloshing over the sides as he gripped your full hips guiding you up and down his throbbing length, his half lidded eyes going back and forth between your fucked out expression, full breasts, and pudgy tummy. "What if -ngh- w-we get caught?"

"Shh," Nanami shuddered as your gummy walls involuntary tightened around his cock. "Seems like you don't mind us getting caught pretty girl." Biting your lip trying to suppress your moans as Nanami's cock hit that sweet spot you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "F-fuck Nanami, yes, yes, right there love." Nanami rolled his hips against yours hitting that sweet spot. Biting down on his shoulder you came your legs twitching as Nanami kept thrusting up into you. "Fuck," he growled, he too biting on your neck as he released his hot, sticky seed into you.

After dinner walking in hand in hand on the beach you stopped just short of where the waves could reach you, marveling at the sunset. The sky was painted in pretty hues of pink, orange, and purple. Closing your eyes inhaling the scent of the sea, reveling in the moment, the moment was briefly shattered with whizzes and whistles of fireworks. Looking up into the sky you gasped. "Nami, look! They're hearts!" turning to search for him you gasped upon seeing your boyfriend on one knee, small, red velvet box in hand. "Y/N, Kuantan has a special meaning to me. This is where I want to settle, build a home. I can't imagine building a home, my future, without you in it. Will you continue to build with me towards our future? Together?"

"Yes!" you shrieked, tackling him in the sand laughing. "Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!"

Toji Fushiguro:

"Fuuuuck daddyyy 's too much." Toji had already made you cum three times, the first and third being from his tongue, the second from his fingers. You found yourself with your ass up, a mean arch in your back as Toji pounded into you. He loved fucking you from the back: watching the way your ass rippled every time his hips slammed against it, the way his balls swung hitting your folds and clit, your wide hips that he currently had a tight grip of, the stretch marks that adorned your thighs and belly, how loudly you were moaning at him hitting your g-spot, and how you always took him so well. With the way Toji was slamming his hips into your sopping cunt you felt yourself slowly slipping off the bed. Clawing your way attempting to move forward Toji slapped your ass, gripping the reddened flesh. "Stop running." Moaning you plead. "I-I'm gonna fall daddy."

"Then fall. As long as you stop running from this dick." He groaned as your tight walls clenched around him. "Fuck you're such a good slut fa' me. Getting turned on just 'cause I'm tellin' ya tah stop runnin'. Fuck momma bounce that ass back." Keeping your arch Toji stilled his thrusts watching the white ring around his cock slip in and out of your fat, juicy pussy, a slow steady plap plap plap sound filling the room, Toji grabbing a handful of your generous ass. He stilled you leaning over, his chest against your back, reaching into the drawer. Shuddering you knew he brought out the vibrator he graciously named 'Clittie'. "Gimme your left hand." Pushing yourself to balance on your right forearm you offered your left hand where he slipped a ring on. "T-Toji?"

"What? You gonna be with me or what?" Peering behind you locked eyes with him causing him to groan at your blissed out face mixed with light and love. "Your timing is so off." you chuckled. Grabbing your hips he slammed into you once again stating, "Fuck momma looks like you're stuck with me now. Whad'ya say huh?"

"Yes, yes, yes daddy! I'm all yours. Fuck I'm all yours daddy!"

"Good girl."

Choso:

He must be exhausted was your initial reaction upon meeting him at the dog shelter. Your manager tasked you with training the new, quiet hire, his baritone voice making your pussy clench. After working together you came to realize that (1) ain't nothing wrong with his eyes, (2) you grew fond of his sleepy eyes, finding them alluring, sexy even and (3) he reminded you of a big -lost- puppy. He would follow behind you closely, the heat from his body emanating, as you explained the tools and showed him the dogs.

Working together allowed you to build the rapport needed, learning and falling for the ins and out of Choso Kamo. Closing together one night the power went out, PG&E updating you both that it would take at least 3 hours before the power came back on. You found him in the play pen, all the dogs and puppies sleeping peacefully around him. Attempting to discreetly take his picture you cursed when the shutter sound went off, his eyes snapping open. "Sorry," you sheepishly offer. "You just looked too cute surrounded by all the dogs sleeping peacefully."

"Delete that."

"Whaaat? Come on Cho it looks really good though." you tease. Surprising you with his speed you found him in front of you smirking holding your phone above his tall frame. Jumping trying to reach your phone you whine. "Not fair dude. You're like 6 feet."

"Grow some inches then."

"Or you could put some in me."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Attempting to cover your moans Choso bit your plush inner thighs, his tongue following shortly after. You looked to the sleeping dogs figures. "Ch-Cho," he swirled his tongue around your entrance, moving his way towards your clit. "Y-you think the dogs will mind?" Chuckling darkly he asked, "Now you're worried about the dogs? Where was all that cockiness from earlier?" Sucking your clit a moan ripped from your chest. "Choso please."

"What do you need baby girl?" he asked, spitting on your clit, watching it trail towards your clenching entrance. "Fuck me daddy."

A year later not much has changed except the constant fucking you and Choso did. Whenever Choso was in the mood your panties were pulled to the side as he stretched you out on his fat cock, his hot breath fanning your ear.

It was another closing shift but the rest of the team were there. You found it weird that everyone was still here considering it was only supposed to be you and Choso. "Y/N," your manager called out to you. "I need help in the play pen."

"Sure." Making your way to the play pen you were greeted by hordes of fur, giggling at the yapping, some of them jumping up to greet you. You noticed your manager and 2 of your coworkers sitting there giddy with anticipation. "What did you need help with boss?" She let a black chow chow puppy named Bo run to you, picking Bo up you noticed a red velvet box tied to its neck. Untying the red satin ribbon, opening the box you gasp recognizing his writing. "Will you marry me?"

"Turn around dummy." his baritone voice rang out. Quickly turning you found your boyfriend on one knee blushing furiously. "Aside from animals you were the first person to see me as a person. You make me feel welcome, warm, and loved. You have been like a light to my world and I can't see myself doing this life thing without you. Will you marry me Y/N?"

"Oh my god yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Are we almost there babe?" you huff out.

"Yup."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

"You're so dramatic." He chuckled.

"Babe you literally woke me up at the ass crack of dawn."

"I thought you liked how I woke you up." Your cheeks burning at the memory of Satoru and you cuddling when in your sleepy daze you felt him lifting your leg up thrusting into you, groaning at how wet you were for him. "Morning love," his morning voice sending shivers down your spine as one of his hands found purchase on your breast, the other on your plush hip as his hips rut into you sharply. Catching up to him you lightly smack him. "That's beside the point."

"Oh look you caught up." Holding his hand out to you you deeply inhaled the cold morning air, your lungs expanding. "You could see all the stars from up here." he gently observed. "Babe look! It's Orion's belt! Oh and the big dipper too!" Gently smiling your eyes continue scanning the starlit sky in search of familiar constellations. "Look down hunn'."

"Huh?" Peering down at the circular rooftop you exclaim. "Babe it's a heart!"

"What else do you see?"

"Ummm," you continue to scan the rooftops reading aloud. "W-I-L-L Y-O-U M-A-R-R-" gasping you turned to see him smiling widely. "First let me give you this." Handing you a certificate you saw that he had purchased a star near the edge of Orion's belt naming it after you. "Gojo," feeling your eyes tear up.

"I wanted to gift you the North Star but NASA said some bullshit 'bout how that star can never be bought. Y/N, I wanted to gift you the North Star because to me you shine the brightest, even on the days you don't feel like it. I have watched your light shine and transcend to others and I want to continue being part of that journey. Y/N, will you continue to be my north star while I continue being like the sun?"

"Only if you shine with me for thousands of years."

Geto Suguru:

"Love," Suguru called from your shared bathroom. "Babeeee." Standing in the doorway he watched as the blanket barely covered your naked sleeping form. You could sleep through anything. Light bulb going off in his head Suguru lay on his stomach, settling himself between your legs. Prying them open slowly he groaned at your glistening cunt. Pressing wet, open mouth kisses in your inner thighs he blew at your entrance watching you shiver. Teasing your already wet cunt he kissed around your opening. Laying his tongue flat, he parted your lips swirling his tongue around moaning at the taste of your essence, your musk scent mixed in with cocoa butter. Sucking, his mouth slowly moved up engulfing your clit giving it a tug. Moaning awake from your body heat you stir. "Babe?"

"Oh good! You're awake." He peeled his face away, your eyes growing dark at the sight of your arousal evident on his lips, chin,and nose. Trying to bring him closer he scooted away causing you to pout. "Sug?"

"Come on love. We have to go."

"But it's still dark out."

"I know but where I'm taking you you can only see this picture when the sun hits a 6."

"How you gonna leave me turned on?"

"I promise I'll make it up to you but we have to hurry. We only have 50 minutes and I don't want to get stuck in traffic." Groaning you reluctantly peeled yourself from the warmth of the bed throwing on jeans and a hoodie.

Quickly parking the car he grabbed your hand and ran with you towards the elevators of a merging company. Scanning your surroundings you were taken aback, a bit uncomfortable at how under dressed you felt. Getting off at the 17th floor he pulled you towards the staircase pulling you along the remaining 3 flights. Shouldering the door to the rooftop open you made it with 3 minutes to spare. Panting you ask, "Why didn't we just take the elevator all the way up?"

"For memory sake?"

"The fuck Sug." Quickly grabbing your hand he led you to the edge, heart hammering in his chest, he covered your eyes. 6AM hit, the rays of the sun slowly peeking over the city, it's warmth slowly seeping into your skin. Lowering his hands from your face he whispers, "Open your eyes love." Peeling your eyes you watch as the sun hit two billboards, turning them towards your direction; the first billboard reading, "Y/N let's continue making memories for eternity."; the second being, "Will you marry me?" Your hands clasping at your mouth you turn already crying. "Is that a yes?"

"Oh my god yes Sug! I love you! I love you so much!"

Ryomen Sukuna:

Sukuna's grip on your plump hips were sure to leave a bruise. He couldn't resist you especially since you were panting on his weeping cock, trying to fit all of him in. "You're a big girl I know you can do it."

"'s too big daddy."

"Oh?" Adjusting his hips he slammed into you causing your back to arch into him, your mouth agape in a silent 'O' shape. He chuckled licking, sucking, and biting at your neck making sure to leave a trail of hickies in his wake. Continuing with his rough pace you let out a garbled noise as you clung onto him, your head falling into his neck. "Come on pretty girl, can't do all the work myself." Peeling back to look at him, water decorating your lash line, he licked his lips shivering at the sight. He liked this sight of you, how pathetic you looked around his cock. Smirking and slowing his pace, his stroke still hitting deep he teased, "What? Dick got you dumb?" Surprising him, yourself included, you pushed against his chest laying him flat. Planting your feet on the bed, your fingers slowly trailing down the expanse of his chest, outlining his abs, you lift yourself a little more than half off of his deck and slam back down. "Fuck woman!"

"Who's the dumb one now?" You continue with that pace, Sukuna gritting his teeth. This was one of the many reasons he fell for you, you were the only one who was willing to challenge him to gain dominance, although he was always the victor. "Fuck baby just like that." he instructs with his eyes closed. The sound of your voluptuous ass smacking against his thick ,muscular thighs were making him go feral, wanting to empty his balls deep into your sweet cunt.

"Fuuuuck daddy your dick's so good."

"Yeah? You like getting fucked by this big dick?"

"Fuck yes! I wanna have your kids fuuuck."

"Let's get married first."

"Yes, yes, yes!" In the midst of your riding he procured a ring placing it on your finger. Gasping you squeal, "You were being for real?"

"Woman if you don't accept me-" leaning forward capturing his lips you say, "I'd be honored to be your wife Ryomen Sukuna."

[mwahbabe]

thinking about putting a blue hibiscus behind jinx’s left ear so that she’s unavailable and is now mine.

[ofaatuu]

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Ronal x Tonowari x poly!reader

part 4! Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here.

it’s been so long I’m so sorry guys I got super duper busy with work, but I’m back! Words spoken in blue is spoken in Navi. And words in this is basically you talking to yourself.

You heard norm and max bickering over some bs while you were eating your breakfast when you get a call from Jake. “this is Y/n speaking, what’s up Jake?” You say answering the call, “hey y/n are you guys checking up on Kiri today?” You sigh “not sure why what’s goin on?” “She said she’s been having some weird dreams lately and I was wondering if norm and max can come check up on her.” “Got it, bye.”

“Normmmm, Maxxxxx.” You say while walking the halls of the lab, you enter a room and see them standing next to your avatar. “What Y/n.” “Jake wants a checkup, sayin Kiris having some weird dreams.” you mumble out while cleaning the inside of your nails, “alright we’ll get ready we’re heading over soon.

You wake up and find yourself in your avatar. As you head over to your beloved aircraft you see norm and max loading equipment in and offer to help. “Yeah actually thanks, can you go grab the rest of the stuff in the lab room?” “Got it.” You run to grab it and run back. As you’re setting the stuff in the aircraft your stomach starts to bubble with nerves, you haven’t seen Ronal or Tonowari in a few weeks and it’s nerve wrecking seeing them again. Ronals big yellow eyes.. Her thick course hair, don’t get me started on Tonowaris hair, you think about his big ass arms and beautiful tattoo work on them. Just like yours, when you were 18 you decided you wanted a tribal tattoo just like your father and got it as soon as you could. After thinking and snapping out of your haze, you jumped into the front pilot seat and asked the two nerds if they were ready, they replied yes and you started the aircraft named “Mahina”, by you of course and took off.

As soon as you got their multiple navis gathered, still very interested in the aircraft after seeing it multiple times. You unloaded things for Norm and Max set it into Jake and Neytiris mauri. You felt the same set of burning eyes on the back of your head, but didn’t look back yet. “Hey guys, how’s everything?” You ask trying to make conversation because it’s too quiet.. “good, what about you Y/n?” Jake replied seeing what you’re trying to do and giving into it. “Could be better.” like sleeping..

You then turn around and see Ronal. You smile nervously at her, just like how you did when you first ever met her. You walk over and greet her, “Hello Ronal, how are you?” You say trying not to make eye contact with her big ass eyes.. kind of hard to do, “Demon, it’s been long, where have you been? How’s that big cut on your shoulder? Have you been growing your hair? Are you staying the night here at the reef again? “Do you wish to sleep in our mauri?” Your eyes widen as you’re bombarded with so many questions, “woah slow down tsahik, yes it’s been awhile. Yes I’m staying here for awhile, me and my partners need to stay for kiri due to her dreams being a long-lasting test their running. And I am growing out my hair thank you for noticing.” She notices your gaze is focused on her nose and not her eyes. “Demon is something wrong? Why will you not look me in the eye?” “It’s nothing Ronal, how’s Tonowari and your children?” “Their fine, come to my mauri let me look your gash.” As you’re walking to her mauri you start sweating, this is so nerve wrecking and you don’t know why. As your getting checked you hiss due to her pressing on the gash, which turned into a scar very quick. “The paste worked. I told you it works on everyone.” you continue to talk to her as you hear the mauri flap being opened by no other than Tonowari, “Hello syulang.” great another reason to sweat even more.

translations; Mahina; Moon, Syulang; flower

ughhhh it’s been so long since I wrote, sorry if this was rusty. tag list! @sakuuo @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @ratchetprime211 @musictheatrenerd16 @unicornicopia1 @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @weepingwhitchofthewest

[randomfandowthough]

First meeting

I had this idea of a Aonung x human oc in the back of my headfor a while but I didn’t have a clue how to begin writing it. I made some montage with pinterest picture and then I made something with those two images.

And something just clicked so here is how my oc met Aonung.

Aonung needed to clear his head. The villagewas celebrationg the new young warriors. He would lie if he said he didn’t feel jealous of them. He had failed once again. He didn’t understand why his father found him unworthy of becoming a warrior. Right now his parents were tending to his little sibbling. The boy was only a few months old and he was receiving more praise from his parents that Aonung ever heard of. His little brother had fetch them a piece of food and presented it to them. His eyes shine, eagerly waiting for their praise and approval and he got it immediatly.

His parents looked proud of him, his father pat his hair affectionnely and his mother took him in her embrac3. Did they ever treated Aonung like that? Were they ever proud of him for simply existing or was it that their first child would forever be a disapointment in their eyes?

He shook his head and dived under the water, away from the crownd and toward a place he liked to go to when he needed to be alone. A cave, not too far from the village but hidden enough so that he was the only one aware of it’s existence. It was a peacefull place. There was a small waterfall in it that made a sweet sound that helped him relax.

He made his way through out of the water and followed his usual path. He was reaching the netry of the cave when he heard a voice humming. It was soft and playful... and sad strangely.

He entered the cave. A girl was bathing under the swall waterfall. The glowing algea in the cave lake aloud him to see her clearly. He knew what a human was, he had heard stories about them, he met some of them and onewas even living among them. But this one was different. It was a female human, he had never saw a female human before. She was as small as a child but she obviously was not. She might have been about his age even a bit older but he wasn’t sure.

By default he was warry of human, they were demons in his eyes, even the one he knew. Maybe some of them had good intention but he was sure they would eventually succumb to their nature. They were evil.

That’s why a vrrtep, as innocent as she looked had nothing to do so close to his village.

"Hey!"

He screamed. When he’ll tell this memory, he’ll say he doesn’t remember what he said afterward. Just that he approached, splashing the water around and startling the girl. He reached her and she looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, it was like staring at the night sky without the stars. He remember stoping himself. Her hair lifted up from her soulder. They were like anemone, moving like waves around her face.

The both of them were froze in place. He wanted to chase her away or make her a prisonner but it was like his brain stoped working. He was hypnotised by the way her hair moved. Subconsciously he run his hand in the strand of her hair. Was tawtute’s hair suppose to move like that? Spider’s hair didn’t... why wasn’t she running away?

They snap ed out of their trance when an explosion was heard. It came from his village but... their were attacked. It was the human, those vrrtep found them.

The girl an away before he could stop her, and he ran back to the village to help them...

[noisymutantherelol]

MHA with Polynesian!Reader

(A/N: Wake up the queen has posted, me.)

(A/N: Let me know if you'd like a one shot!)

• Immediately Friends with Class 1-A. Immediately.

•Because of the reputation that your culture has because of Dwayne The Rock Johnson they would expect you to be strong. AND YOU FUCKING ARE.

• Deku is asking you so much about you like what are the islands like? Wanting to know more about your culture and quirk as well (c'mon its Midoriya)

Deku: "That's so cool! Your from (said Island)?! Awesome! What's it like over there? How hot is it there? What's your cultures mythology? How strong are you guys?

Polynesian!Reader: "Ah, wanna know more about me culture? Okay!"

• From my experience. Like most Polys immediately the mom/dad/parent of the group. No cap. You stop them from doing dumb BS and is probably the most friendly one.

• When they saw you kick ass for the first time. Mineta was scared of you, everyone else were scared, amazed, or wanting to fight you too! (*Cough* Bakugo)

•(if your a Polynesian Girl or girl straight up) The girls would probably be curious about the dances your culture does and would like to learn and they would teach you Japanese dances.

•(if your a Polynesian Guy or guy straight up) The boys would like to see you do a Haka or Sasa. They would definitely like learning phrases in (said Island) Language.

•They love your food. You and Sero tag team making Hispanic and (said Island) food. There's never leftovers when you two cook there will never be leftovers they eat it all.

•Present Mic? He would love to just listen to your music! Just sit there and listen to you sing or listen to any of your favorite songs like "Ofa Mai" and shit.

•In the end they love you and you love them very much and appreciate you and your pride in culture very much.

(Me, I'm Samoan, Tongan, Cuban and Hebrew :)

[darlinganddomovoiye]

The change in weather has me feeling hopeful~ like it’s time to dream and drive and dance💛

[miss-kuki-nz]

When you're not fluent in your ethnic language but you're still going to use the knowledge that you do know to write a piece of fanfiction 😀.

[clovermarigold]

The unrelenting urge to make ultra specific reader/self-insert/ (y/n)/ocs in fan fics because I yearn to write mixed and Polynesian readers

I can't believe I was inspired to do this by Brazilian Miku trend.

[p0lyn3sian]

❄️ Requests are closed ❄️

Please look at the list that I will be doing for requests!

What you can request:

-Slashers

-Fnaf

-TWD or TWDG

Reader:

-Chubby/plus size reader

-GN reader

-Child reader

-Teen reader

-Fem/AFAB reader

-Pregnant reader

-Polynesian reader

I will be adding more onto this list!

WHAT YOU CANNOT REQUEST:

-NSFW

-PROSHIPPING

I will be adding more, but that's all I know of for now.

[ Can't do male readers, because I am really bad at writing for male, I am so sorry!! ]

[ Last edited: Dec 20 ]

[samoankpoper21]

🥹🥹

Sylus please learn Sāmoan

on language::

sylus is the type to learn your native language for you. the moment you mention missing your mother tongue, he's hiring the best tutors money can buy and studying his ass off (in secret, of course; he must perfect his pronunciation and build a strong vocabulary before unveiling his surprise). it doesn’t take him long either. a few months in, and he's answering your mutterings in your own language, shocking you and then smiling in satisfaction as your eyes brighten and excited words spill from you like a bubbling river.

[samoankpoper21]

Exploring Sakura - Part II

Part I

Haruka Sakura x chubby! poc reader

Content warnings:

Genre: fluff and crack

Word count: 1.4k

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

First date, holding hands for more than 5 seconds! and first kiss

Suo, Nirei, Kiryu, and Tsugeura sat watching Sakura become engrossed with the messages coming through, lighting up his screen, Sakura's smile subtle but soft. It's been months since you and Sakura have confirmed your feelings for one another; you were patient with him and, much like his new friends, taught him that there's more to life than fighting. This isn't to say that you discouraged his dream of becoming the top fighter but he began to take notice and appreciate the small things i.e how soft and fluffy the inside of a pastry could be once it hits your taste buds or the comfortable silence that sometimes passed between he and you.

Tsugeura huffed, "I wish I had a girlfriend."

"Tsugerua-chan, I've already told you how to get one. Speaking of girlfriend, Sakura-chan, have you taken Y/N-chan on a date yet?"

"D-date?!"

"Kiryu-san is right. You have to take her on a date."

"Huh?! W-why?!"

"Sakura-chan, you don't want Y/N-chan to leave you right? She'll get bored if all you both are doing is just texting and not going out to places." Sakura blushed as his thoughts zoomed into his mind: a date? This is part of dating? He assumed that this would be enough but there's more? Why is dating so hard?

Sensing his frustration Nire offers, "Sakura-san! The cherry blossom festival! Why don't you take her there?"

"A-alone?"

"Of course not," Suo interjects. "We'll be there as moral support in case you fail."

"Huh?! I won't fail!"

"I trust you Sakura-san. Invite her." Suo teases.

---

You were ecstatic when Sakura invited you. The subject of your text long forgotten, you sat in bewilderment as you watched the three dots appear and disappear again. Now, you knew that Sakura was still getting used to texting but with the months you guys have spent together, he's adapted at texting back quickly. 10 minutes pass and you feel yourself frowning; about to call him his message finally pops up: "Wanna go to the sakura festival with me this Friday?" You squealed with glee as you hurriedly replied, "Yes! (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ"

With Friday quickly approaching your feelings of worry came crawling to the surface: will they have a kimono that'll fit all the chubbs and rolls that you proudly carry? As you expressed your growing anxiety to one of your closest friends Riko she scoffed. "I'm not trying to invalidate your feelings Y/N-chan but you tend to forget that we're more advanced than other countries."

"Riko, what're you saying?"

"Of course we have kimonos for big people! The rental shops even advertise it. Tell you what, I'll come with you Friday okay?"

"Thank you! You're a life saver!"

---

Sakura stood waiting by the temple dressed in a two-toned kimono: the left side exhibiting cherry blossoms on his shoulder and near his shin on a brown backdrop; the right side orange and cream stripes streaming down. "Sakura!" Dressed in a baby pink kimono with white and red cherry blossoms adorned over the fabric, Sakura felt his breath hitch as he took sight of you, the pink meshing well with your cocoa skin. Beautiful. He turned away hiding his blush behind his hand as you finally came to a stop in front of him. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No. You're uh...you're good." Jumping at the hand clasped on his shoulder, Suo greets you with a smile. "What he means is that you're just in time."

"Oh thank goodness. Hi Suo! Hi Nirei! This is my friend Riko and her younger sisters Rika and Rina. I hope you don't mind that I brought them along?"

"Not at all!" Nirei interjects.

"Whooaaa, you look really good Y/N-chan! It adds to your virtue. Isn't that right Sakura-kun! Eh? What happened? Why is your face red?" Tsugeura obliviously inquires.

"Because he finds Y/N-chan to be very beautiful. Isn't that right, Sakura-chan?" Kiryu purrs.

"F-forget it! We're going!" Sakura grabs your hand trudging ahead as you wave a quick goodbye to Riko and her sisters. "Sakura," you giggle. "Where are we going?"

Sakura pauses as the memories of the past few days leading up to today flood his mind, his blush deepening.

"We need a solid plan!" Nirei announces.

"Did you have anything in mind Nirei-kun?" Nirei's nostrils flaring with excitement he pulls out another notebook reading the contents of "what to do at the cherry blossom festival". "Sakura-san! First you're going to visit as many stalls as you can! Oh! And make sure you win her a prize at the water gun one! Girls love the huge teddy bear!"

"Huh?!!"

"Nirei-chan, you're a genuis. But don't forget our little Sakura-chan also has to make sure he stops by the hairpin stall and gift Y/N-chan one." Kiryu coos.

"You're right!" Sakura sat listening to all the ideas bouncing back and forth, his face now beet red. "Nirei-kun," Suo coos. "I think that's enough mental overload for our Sakura-kun." Nirei, glancing at Sakura, immediately apologized. "S-Sakura-san, sorry!"

"Don't -pant- worry. Keep -pant- going." Nirei looked to Suo who subtly shook his head. "A-anyway Sakura-kun, what matters is that you both are there for the fireworks show."

"Fireworks?"

"We'll all meet at the grass area that way we can all enjoy the fireworks!"

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Walking a few paces behind you, Sakura watched as you oogled and cooed at each stall admiring the fans, the origami, the sapling souvenirs, the smells and sounds overtaking him. Spotting the games Sakura led you to the water shooting stall where he failed to get you a teddy bear, you didn't mind though. You found it cute and endearing how hard he was trying to get that teddy bear. "Sakura," you giggle. "It's okay. I don't want you to waste your money on this one stall. There's plenty more we can check out." Pouting lightly you wanted to lean up and kiss his pout away but Sakura was still uncomfortable with physical contact (unless it was fighting). Both engrossed in the different activities you agreed to participate in you both groaned and shouted with glee at the outcome; the last stall you paused at was the hairpins. Sakura noted how you stared longer at the golden sakura hairpin with a pearl in the middle, its petals lined with white, the insides carved almost in a heart shape. You turned to him smiling softly, "Let's go get something to eat before we meet with the others?" Nodding he quickly purchased the pin, grabbed your wrist making you pause in your step. Your breath caught as you watched your boyfriend make his way in front of you, his cheeks a bright red. "Sakura?" He silently slid the pin onto the left side of your hair. "Let's go." He interlaces his fingers with yours and leads you to the food stands both of you blushing like crazy, you squeezed his hand as silent acknowledgement for him initiating the physical contact even though it's uncomfortable/new uncharted territory for him. Finally making your way to the agreed upon spot you softly thank Sakura. "I had a really good time today."

"Me too."

Both of you could feel your hearts pounding, butterflies in your bellies flying like crazy: Sakura has now been holding your hand for more than 5 minutes! Conversing softly you teased him about the game stall asking why he was so determined to win at the water shooting game in particular. "N-no reason."

"Uh huh," The first light of the firework popped in the air. "Sakura look!" Watching as colors of red, pink, white and yellow sparkled the sky Sakura turned to look at your smiling figure, the fireworks reflecting off of your eyes. What is this feeling? This timing is...right. Sakura, acting on instinct, fully turned to you calling out your name "May I?" Still smiling you turn to him and watch as his head gently dips down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Eyes widening he pulled back blushing, apologizing. "Sorry I don't know what came over me. I-it's just that the timing seemed right and-" leaning up clasping his face in both your hands you brought him down again to your level where you kissed him a bit longer, this time both of your guys' eyes closed. You feel Sakura link his arms around your plush waist pulling you flush against him, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Panting he admits, "I've...always wanted to do that." Kissing him one last time you whisper against his lips, "Me too."

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A/N: Spring is almost done~^ ^~ I hope you all have been taking care of yourselves considering that Spring is always allergy season. Anyway I hope you all have been well~!

©ALL WORKS BELONG TO SAMOANKPOPER21; ANY INFRINGEMENT OR PLAGIARISM WILL BE REPORTED!! DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!!

[criphd]

At the outset of H. G. Wells’s The War of the Worlds (1898), Wells asks his English readers to compare the Martian invasion of Earth with the Europeans’ genocidal invasion of the Tasmanians, thus demanding that the colonizers imagine themselves as the colonized, or the about-to-be-colonized. But in Wells this reversal of perspective entails something more, because the analogy rests on the logic prevalent in contemporary anthropology that the indigenous, primitive other’s present is the colonizer’s own past. Wells’s Martians invading England are like Europeans in Tasmania not just because they are arrogant colonialists invading a technologically inferior civilization, but also because, with their hypertrophied brains and prosthetic machines, they are a version of the human race’s own future.

The confrontation of humans and Martians is thus a kind of anachronism, an incongruous co-habitation of the same moment by people and artifacts from different times. But this anachronism is the mark of anthropological difference, that is, the way late-nineteenth-century anthropology conceptualized the play of identity and difference between the scientific observer and the anthropological subject-both human, but inhabiting different moments in the history of civilization. As George Stocking puts it in his intellectual history of Victorian anthropology, Victorian anthropologists, while expressing shock at the devastating effects of European contact on the Tasmanians, were able to adopt an apologetic tone about it because they understood the Tasmanians as “living representatives of the early Stone Age,” and thus their “extinction was simply a matter of … placing the Tasmanians back into the dead prehistoric world where they belonged” (282-83). The trope of the savage as a remnant of the past unites such authoritative and influential works as Lewis Henry Morgan’s Ancient Society (1877), where the kinship structures of contemporaneous American Indians and Polynesian islanders are read as evidence of “our” past, with Sigmund Freud’s Totem and Taboo (1913), where the sexual practices of “primitive” societies are interpreted as developmental stages leading to the mature sexuality of the West. Johannes Fabian has argued that the repression or denial of the real contemporaneity of so-called savage cultures with that of Western explorers, colonizers, and settlers is one of the pervasive, foundational assumptions of modern anthropology in general. The way colonialism made space into time gave the globe a geography not just of climates and cultures but of stages of human development that could confront and evaluate one another.

The anachronistic structure of anthropological difference is one of the key features that links emergent science fiction to colonialism. The crucial point is the way it sets into motion a vacillation between fantastic desires and critical estrangement that corresponds to the double-edged effects of the exotic. Robert Stafford, in an excellent essay on “Scientific Exploration and Empire” in the Oxford History of the British Empire, writes that, by the last decades of the century, “absorption in overseas wilderness represented a form of time travel” for the British explorer and, more to the point, for the reading public who seized upon the primitive, abundant, unzoned spaces described in the narratives of exploration as a veritable “fiefdom, calling new worlds into being to redress the balance of the old” (313, 315). Thus when Verne, Wells, and others wrote of voyages underground, under the sea, and into the heavens for the readers of the age of imperialism, the otherworldliness of the colonies provided a new kind of legibility and significance to an ancient plot. Colonial commerce and imperial politics often turned the marvelous voyage into a fantasy of appropriation alluding to real objects and real effects that pervaded and transformed life in the homelands. At the same time, the strange destinations of such voyages now also referred to a centuries-old project of cognitive appropriation, a reading of the exotic other that made possible, and perhaps even necessary, a rereading of oneself.

John Rieder, Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction

[demie90s]

Studio (PT. 1)

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ FLAU’JAE JOHNSON X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST

ALL PARTS

⭑ pairing: flau’jae johnson x reader (artist!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: she invited you to the studio to chill—mistake number one. letting you on the mic? mistake number two. still, there’s something about your chaos that Flau’jae can’t seem to quit. not in life, not on camera, and definitely not in front of her subscribers.

⭑ genre: friends-to-(maybe more), humor, studio chaos, slow-burn tension, flirty freestyle disaster

⭑ warnings: language, weed mention, reader being unserious, flau’jae being down bad, fans catching everything

⭑ word count: ~0.8kk

Flau’jae didn’t even look up when I walked in, just scribbled something in her notebook and said, “You late.”

I dropped the Chick-fil-A bag on the counter. “I brought Polynesian sauce.”

She paused, looked over her shoulder, and smiled. “Aight. You’re forgiven.”

Studio lights low, 808s thumping through the floor, engineer locked in like we were recording for the Grammys. I flopped down on the couch, pulled my hoodie over my head, and went live out of boredom.

“LSU in the building,” I said, letting the camera catch the dim glow of the room. “Flau’jae’s somewhere in the back being a genius. I’m here for moral support.”

“Nah,” she called, voice smug. “You here ‘cause you miss me.”

I looked straight at the camera. “She said that. Not me.”

The comments rolled in fast.

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@hoopgirlie88: “They BEEN together y’all just slow.”

@flaufanatic__: “This the softest crush ever like SAY SOMETHING FLAAAU”

@slamqueen23: “Nah cause the way she looks at her 🥺”

@high4halftimes: “She high and smiling like she already won 😭😭”

@courtchemistry: “Them vibes. I’m not okay.”

@baggyshortsbarbie: “It’s the way she LOOKS at her for me 😩”

@d1dreamz: “Y’all can’t convince me they not in love”

@benchwarmrchronicles: “I want a love like theirs and they not even claiming each other 💔”

@sydn3y_says: “Just drop the couple vlog at this point.”

@nocapnball: “They be flirting like they forgot the camera on.”

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I tried not to laugh. Okay, maybe I was a little high. Off-season rules hit different.

“You gon’ act shy now?” she asked, finally spinning in the chair to face me. “Miss ‘Kiss Me Through the Phone’ at karaoke?”

“See, that was private.”

“Not when it hit your Instagram story.”

I smirked. “So you be stalking me?”

She looked me dead in the eye. “I see what I wanna see.”

Oh. Alright.

“You like what you see?” I tilted my head, teasing.

“You talk slick,” she said, “but your layup still soft.”

The engineer chuckled low under his breath.

“Bold words from someone who airballed in practice last month,” I shot back.

That made her laugh. Real, full-body laugh. I grinned, leaned a little closer to the mic on my phone.

“What’s that saying?” I asked, lips curling. “Closed mouths don’t get kissed?”

She looked away. Smiling. But quiet.

I ended the live. It had gone too far.

It went viral in three hours.

Clips flooded TikTok and Twitter—me smirking, her biting her lip, the kiss line, her reaction. The caption?

“Hooper flirts like it’s her job & Flau’jae melts every time.”

Fan edits hit fast:

“They BEEN together y’all just slow.”

“This the softest crush ever like SAY SOMETHING FLAAAU”

“Nah cause the way she looks at her 🥺”

“She high and smiling like she already won 😭😭”

“Them vibes. I’m not okay.”

I didn’t hear from her that night. Or the next day.

But the next time I slid into the studio, same hoodie, same lazy energy—

She had my verse loaded. Ready to record.

I raised an eyebrow.

“You want me to embarrass myself again?”

She didn’t answer. Just handed me the mic.

I stepped in, dropped a terrible freestyle about Chick-fil-A and summer heat, and the second I stepped out the booth, she was laughing. That belly laugh that only came out when she forgot the cameras, the pressure, the name.

But her eyes didn’t leave my face.

And when the video dropped on her YouTube—unedited, just raw chaos and us being us—there I was on the couch, half-high, singing a hook with a dumb smile, and there she was looking at me like I hung the damn moon.

The comments knew.

“It’s the way she LOOKS at her for me 😩”

“Y’all can’t convince me they not in love”

“I want a love like theirs and they not even claiming each other 💔”

I don’t need a title.

But if she ever gave me one?

I wouldn’t complain.

MASTERLIST

⭑ note I wanted this to be stupid and sweet. just a high reader making dumb bars, flau’jae acting cool while clearly in love, and the internet putting two and two together. it’s messy. it’s cute. it’s real. next one might be angsty but this one’s full of laughter and “wait…y’all a thing??”

[karttaylir-darasuum]

a resource page for all your clone related needs

some tips on how to unwhitewash the clones in your content: 1 2 3

a folder of literally, like, 100s of photos of tem for all your reference needs

avoid racist, ableist, & otherwise negative stereotypes when writing about wrecker: 1 2

types of clone troopers

trooper weapons

technical sw terms

every canon named clone up until 2020 (images and names only)

ever canon named clone up until 2021 (images, names, battalions, & jedi officers)

every canon named clone up until 2023 (names and battalions only, no images)

assorted clone lore: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

reader inclusivity (has fic resources + poc moodboard images)

some links + videos about māori culture you might find useful if it's relevant to your works: 1 2

a post regarding the western colonization of hawai'i (while tem is māori & aotearoa is very distinct from hawai'i, they fall under the polynesian/pasifika family and it's important to recognize how the two both continue to be negatively impacted by colonization today)

disability inclusivity

māori, mando'a, and huttese dictionaries

star wars and clone specific fic dividers: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

some things to keep in mind as we're celebrating characters played by and modeled after a māori man:

you can find the full pdf these are sourced from + more information on the subject here

if you're like me and you want to see some māori films that have māori cast members from the star wars universe, here's a list with free watch links where available:

tem's māori-focused films: once were warriors, what becomes of the broken hearted?, river queen, rain of the children, mahana/the patriarch (i'm also fond of a tv show he did called adventurer)

whale rider (keisha castle-hughes, aka queen apailana & emerie karr)

hunt for the wilderpeople (julian dennison, aka clone cadets deke & stak in tbb s3)

[trippinsorrows]

some of these asks i'm getting (and deleting) regarding my picks for fc's for roso's kids partners ain't it. asking me "why are they all black?" and "why are they dark skinned?" is giving colorist asf, and i've never been nor will be with that shit.

i've always emphasized from day one solana is both black and hispanic. yes, we see more of her hispanic side for reasons that just make sense if you've read the story, but i always make that clear in the story that she's only half mexican. when she describes what she is, she always says black and mexican. in the au's, most of them, we see she has a strong relationship with both sides of her family, especially her paternal side.

why would i not have the kids ends up with fine ass black men and women?

roman is light, solana is light, they kids is light as hell. respectfully, i didn't want them to end up with light skinned individuals and have children that don't have a drop of black in them. i imagine the next generation will marry a couple of samoan women/men. the polynesian representation will still be there.

so, stop sending me problematic shit. i've said it before, and i'll say it again, i am black, afrolatina, so all my characters will be bipoc. this should not come as a surprise to anyone.

mari in gmar is brown skinned.

nova in 10 things and alamea in love lies are brown skinned.

reader in the 'with series' has a deep complexion. yes, she's a reader insert, but i've always made it known she's dark skinned and said if i had to pick a fc, it would be savannah perkins (just plus sized).

stop being fucking weird.

[darlinganddomovoiye]

“In the east garden is the cursing of rose, lost at the veil of vein and thorn”