#sorry i went a bit craY with this

[menstits]

asking this as someone who never watched trigun, could u tell me why tristamp sucked? i normally see people praising it so I would love to know your take on it!

I'm gonna be honest with you anon it's probably going to be a long as hell response and i will probably put it under a read more. BUT. Since you asked politely I'm going to try to answer in good faith.

The short answer is that the designs are heinous, the pacing is dogshit and in the span of a season which was supposed to set up the story as a sort of prequel to the events of trigun maximum, which will allegedly be explored in the next season, tristamp already managed to not only completely mangle pretty much every single character's personality and motives but also miss the key point of trimax the literal climax of the story at the end by completely ruining knives as a character and as a villain right from the get-go.

I'm also going to go over tristamp's crimes in great depth because I'm a huge hater.

MAJOR TRIGUN SPOILERS under the cut 👍 if anyone wanted to read trimax

FIRST OF ALL the designs are literally so bad. They got rid of everything that was charming about trimax's character designs such as making vash look like some kind of pathetic softboy, getting rid of his spiky hair and tiny glasses and sexy long red coat in favor of making him look like the average undercut twink you can find anywhere in our day and age. AND they made every single woman in the show ugly as hell like they made meryl look straight they got rid of Milly altogether in the first season they turned rem ugly as sin and just flattened every adult woman's personality into being some brand of motherly figure. The biggest tristamp misogyny sufferer is ELENDIRA who is a villain and one of knives' evil henchmen or whatever who's cool as hell and pretty and probably the funniest character in the manga who is canonically a regular adult trans woman, they turned her into some kind of human/plant creature hybrid and turned her into a child for literally no reason other than being gross and transmisogynistic. Here's the comparison just so you have visuals for how heinous it is (left is trimax, right is tristamp)

Plot wise KNIVES is the biggest overall sufferer of tristamp dogshit writing because they literally just went and entirely flattened his personality into being oughh some kind of evil senseless villain when that's literally just not who he is. Knives and vash were both extremely compassionate and sensitive children who genuinely wanted to be able to get along with humans despite being independent plants. Finding out about how humanity exploits plants is what pushes them in opposite directions: after a suicide attempt stopped by his adoptive mother rem, vash stays true to the principles she taught them especially after her sacrifice that ensures their survival and becomes completely unwilling to take someone else's life even in self defense, which plays into his extremely self destructive behavior and suicidal urges

While knives completely rejects humanity and decides to free plants from humanity's exploitation, enacting his vengeance upon humans in the process.

Knives goes about this by "stealing" dependent plants from human settlements, often killing everyone in the process, and making them join his plant hivemind. In trimax it's revealed towards the end that dependent plants have a will of their own and already communicate with one another in the form of some sort of shared consciousness, and they all only joined knives' hivemind willingly because they were convinced by his arguments and willing to support his cause.

The way knives is defeated is through vash projecting towards the dependent plants all his positive feelings about humanity and all the ways in which humans can actually be kind and compassionate and capable of learning and becoming better people, which *convinces* the plants to willingly try to find a way to live alongside humans in harmony. Despite this, it's still made explicit that the plants don't hate knives for his initial plan, they were simply moved by the knowledge that humans are willing to try to live alongside them with mutual respect.

At the very end, knives and an unconscious vash, both exhausted and broken by their fight, escape authorities are taken in by a random human man and his son and are cared for until vash wakes up. As thanks for saving his brother, knives exhausts the last of his energy to generate an apple tree (or turn himself into an apple tree which is functionally the same thing) that can sustain the man and the child which represents him overcoming his distrust for humans in the face of such kindness given freely to two inhuman creatures wanted by the law and shit. This is the extremely dumbed down summary of what happens but this is just to convey how knives genuinely cares for dependent plants and thinks of them as his own family and they care for him in return and are part of his cause willingly.

In comparison, right in the first season of tristamp there's a weird as hell completely unprompted like forced pregnancy subplot where like . Knives tries to take control of vash to make him like . Use his plant powers to impregnate the dependent plants? So that they can give birth to more independent plants ? Because they just decided to make knives some kind of plant eugenicist for literally no reason who exploits dependent plants exactly as much as humans do for the sake of some perplexing incest adjacent plot point that literally doesn't exist in trimax because knives doesn't give a flying fuck about making more independents he literally just wants to take his whole plant family and leave that piece of shit desert planet so that humans can die with no resources. LIKE. I'm sorry but like knives is a terrorist yes that's well established but he's literally not impregnating anyone and the whole POINT. OF TRIMAX. Is that plants in general including knives are ultimately moved by humanity's capacity for selflessness despite being intimately aware of humanity's capacity for cruelty. The point of trimax is forgiveness and coexistence. And also. That a pair of twins that were kind children and raised with love to grow into compassionate people can react in extremely different ways to trauma and betrayal. Knives was NOT "evil from birth". If anything it could be argued that knives was MORE eager than vash to make friends with humanity and that that's why he reacted so badly to finding out that humans previously killed an independent plant girl like them by running so many tests on her that she got sick and died in the span of a few months . Also vash is not some stupid softboy bitch loser he's SUICIDAL and his pacifist message is effective on people like wolfwood because he actually saves people for real unlike loser idiot tristamp vash who whines and cries all the time without concluding anything.

Also the pacing is literally dogshit snd it's not even true that tristamp is an effective "prequel" of trimax because they were too eager to stick random elements from the end of the manga into it for literally no fucking reason. Something something why is Livio the bus driver etc.

[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M

(pt. 1)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)

Warning: dubcon, stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), reference to being siblings while fucking (I’m sorry), jealousy, p n v, Ethan isn’t a virgin in this, loss of virginity for reader, Cherry popping, slight blood kink, scent kink, sir kink, dark! Dom! Ethan, sub! Reader, slight perv! Reader, Ethan is older (19/20), reader is of age, quinn doesn’t exist ig, masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, degradation, choking, a little bit of titty worship

A/N: this is the first part to the stepbrother! Ethan landry fic! <3 heavily imagining the way Ethan acts after the ghostface reveal for this, bc he’s just so cray cray and fine 😜 so he’s like, majorly unhinged and cocky 💗💋 reader is also hyperfem ! (I like pt 2 better honestly pls bear with me)

When you first figured out that your mom was marrying, you were ecstatic. She deserved to be married to a decent guy, and Wayne was someone in that category. He was nice, had money, and you didn’t dislike him.

When you first met Ethan, however, he made you nervous.

You didn’t hate him, per say. But the intense look he gave you the first time he was forced to shake your hand put a chill up your spine. His gaze itself cut into you like a knife. Polar opposites, him in dark sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans. And you? Clad in the shortest skirts, in the tightest tops.

The boy had ignored you the first few weeks of knowing each other. Now moved in, you’re both in the same house. Your rooms are right across from each other’s: yours completely covered in pink, with flower and hello kitty accessories laying about. Ethan’s is definitely different; a little bit less cluttered, most of it blue. A bookcase in one corner. You knew this because he left his door open quite often.

You regret not paying attention to that tiny detail.

It’s a sunny day. The sun is shining brightly down on you as you rest beside the pool in your backyard. Clad in a checkered pink bathing suit, your hair is thrown up with a claw clip and you’re spread out on a towel. Suntanning is one of your favorite activities, and today is great for it.

Wayne is at work and your mom is away doing errands. You don’t know where Ethan is. Probably in the living room watching a show, you suspect. It’s what he usually does.

You sigh, and pop the knuckle of your left hand. It’s definitely time for a drink, and you want to get your Bluetooth speaker.

When you go inside, you climb up the stairs to your room. Ethan’s door is slightly cracked, but not to the point where you can see inside. Not unless you’re close to it, at least. He must be busy.

You roll your eyes when you catch sight of the dress you’re going to be forced to wear at your mom’s wedding resting on the top of your dresser. You love her, but the woman does not have a good sense of style.

Grabbing the small speaker in your hand, you begin to make your way back outside.

And that’s when you hear it.

A groan, and then something wet.

Its coming from Ethan’s room, and sounds like him. And it’s as if the sounds he’s making started up right when you went to leave. And with his door unlocked? It couldn’t be that wrong to be curious and see what he was doing, could it?

You approach the door, not really thinking it through. And when you catch sight of the room through the crack of the door, it takes everything in you not to rub yourself.

You can see Ethan on his bed, shirt off and his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, his sweats pulled down to expose himself. He’s looking at his cock, face scrunched up in pleasure, and god, he’s big. You can feel your face heating up, can feel your swimsuit beginning to get soaked with more than just water.

“Oh… shit. Yeah, baby. You like that cock, don’t you? You dirty little bitch.” He growls, and it’s like he’s saying it directly to you.

And maybe he is. Because as his thumb is rubbing the tip of his cock, he looks directly at your quivering form in the door, thrusts his hips into the air, and cums.

You’re trying your hardest to avoid Ethan.

And who wouldn’t? He’s your fucking stepbrother and you just watched him jack off; not only that, but he orgasmed when he saw you watching. It’s fucked up.

You try to push the guilt of touching yourself later that night to the thought of it down. And it’s hard. Ethan sends you glances, a lot more noticeable than his usual ones, and when you make eye contact with him he looks at you with mischievous eyes.

And then comes the day that you’re both alone again. You’re on the couch watching a show, trying to get your mind off of Ethan. When of course, he comes down the stairs, wearing a black button up shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs his muscles and you try not to pay attention to that. He sits down beside you.

“Hey, sis.” His voice is amused, and you don’t look at him as you adjust your thigh highs.

“Hey, Ethan.” You mumble. The tv show is suddenly very interesting.

“I like this show, too. Really good.” He notes, as if this isn’t the first set of words you’ve ever really said to each other. His hand rests on the top of your thigh and the movement makes you jump out of your seat. You look at him for a moment and then scurry to the kitchen.

“Where are you goin’ sis?” He questions loudly.

“T-To…get something to drink!”

You go to the fridge to open the door and pull out a Cherry Coke, nervous hands skimming over other drinks to have an excuse to stay in the room for longer. You jump when you turn around and Ethan is leaning against the counter. He looks calm, a small smirk playing on his handsome face.

“Can you get me one too, sweet thing?”

The nickname makes you flush, and you turn around to reach back into the fridge and grab another Cherry Coke.

You hold it out to him, but instead of grabbing the drink his hand goes to wrap around your wrist to pull you closer. You inhale sharply when his hand comes up to move a piece of your hair out of the way. He then leans into you, so much that you can feel his breath. You clench your eyes shut and pull away when his lips almost touch yours.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“E-Ethan…” he’s looking at you so intently, that it makes you flush under his gaze. And then his fingers move to the thin strap of your top, playing with it. He seems deeply concentrated on it. Or, more likely, your tits. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do or… or trying to start, but we can’t-”

“You’re really pretty, do you know that?” He interrupts, and you stutter, not really knowing how to reply.

“Y-Yes? I mean, a lot of people say it, but…” he looks up at you and smiles.

“You’re so sweet, too. So innocent..” he frowns, his grip tightening on your shirt strap. “But maybe you aren’t. Because you’re a little pervert, aren’t you baby?”

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“

“But you did. Don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” you say, breathless.

And then, without warning, he’s kissing you. You gasp at the harshness of his mouth, and he yanks you closer to him by your hair. He turns you around to shove your body against the counter, as if you weigh nothing. You moan, and he reaches down to grope one of your tits in his hand.

“Let me see these. Now.”

You whimper, hesitant, so Ethan makes the decision for you. He yanks your straps down and your tits spill out, nipples hard and stiff from your arousal. He brings one into his mouth and sucks, his teeth scraping the swollen skin.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see these tits, sweetheart.” His cock grinds against your clothed pussy, and you thrust your hips forward.

“This is… god, this is so wrong, fuck…”

“But you want it, don’t you? Dirty girl.”

His strong hands go underneath your ass and lift you up on the counter. He brings his mouth back to yours, and groans when you touch his hard bulge through his sweats. Fuck it. What’s done now can’t be undone.

“I do want it, sir. Wan’ it so bad.”

He lifts your skirt up, moves your underwear to the side, and sticks his middle finger in your tight heat. You hide your face in his chest, his smell making your brain cloudy, makes you forget the possibility that both of your parents could come home at any moment.

“You’re such a wet little thing.” He breathes. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy, baby?”

You nod shyly, and he laughs.

“C’mon, baby, don’t get shy on me now. Let me see you. ”

You look up at him, and he grips your throat.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He questions again.

“Yes sir.”

And then moments later you’re bent over the counter, virgin pussy spasming around Ethan’s incredibly large length. You’re crying, the stretch painful, but nonetheless he feels amazing.

His big hands grip your hips harshly as he slams into you, sweat beading on his chest. When he looks down, your creamy fluid mixed with blood drips down his cock, and he grins.

“Awww, baby. You’re bleeding! ” He mocks. “Little virgin pussy can’t handle my fat cock, can it?”

You mewl, thrusting your hips back harder, craving more of him.

“Yeah, pretty baby. That’s it. Take your big brother’s cock.”

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Darkest Nights: How We Met

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: dark!nat, nat has a dick, stalking, obsession, masturbation, somnophilia

WORDS: 1,079

PAIRING: mob!nat x f!reader

A/N: Natasha's like silly girl cray

You first saw her at a local café near your house, your shoulders barely touched as you were leaving and she was walking inside. You had bumped into her — or she had bumped into you. Either way, she made you apologize. “God– look where you're going sometimes, won't you?” You looked up at the tall, muscular woman in front of you, “I– I'm sorry I didn't mean to..” You quickly apologized before scurrying out the café.

That moment is what had changed your life forever. She saw the afraid look on your face when you apologized to her. So innocent you were. She knew she had to ruin you, rid you of your innocence. That day, she followed you home. How cute, barely any security at home. She wouldn't have even been surprised if you left your door unlocked. Natasha entered your quiet, cozy little home and looked around, seeing pictures of you and your friends in frames in your living room. A pink fluffy rug in the room as well. “hm..” God, you're so adorable, she thought. She spotted a room with the door shut in the far corner. It was your bedroom.

She peeked into the room as quietly as she could, only to see you sleeping soundly in your bed. Your plushy thighs sprawled on the mattress, your arms wrapped around a brown stuffed bear, and the duvet barely covering your body. “Fucking hell..” she whispered as she felt a strain in her pants. You were deep asleep, you wouldn't have woken up. So she chose to discard her jeans along with her boxers. Her gaze flew to your plump, parted lips as you softly breathed. “Fuck. What has gotten into me..?” she muttered as her palm went up and down her cock, jerking off at the idea of those same lips wrapped around her dick. “oh God.” she groaned as white droplets of her own cum sputtered all over her hand.

She looked down at your unconscious body, “you're such a beautiful, beautiful girl..” she needed you. She needed to mess you up. Was it love at first sight? It seemed like lust at first sight.

In the following days, she managed to break into your house and even set up cameras inside. In your bedroom, your kitchen, the living room. You hadn't noticed yet. Yet. You didn't notice the piercing green eyes following your every move, the red haired, mysterious woman tracking you down. Except till one day — you had a rather stressful day and went to a bar. What you didn't know beforehand was that this wasn't any regular bar. It was Natasha's she owned the bar. But nonetheless, you, clueless you, continued to sit at the bar with a shot glass of– whatever the bartender handed you, that of which you gladly drank all up.

“Easy there, sweetheart.. say, what's such a pretty little thing doing out here all alone?” You stayed silent as you looked up at the woman beside you. “I..” she brought her hand to your chin, caressing your cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. “oh.. what I would do to destroy you.” she whispered. If you weren't already a bit tipsy, you could've heard what she said. “Do you want another drink doll?” she spoke up, her eyes examining your face. She knew you were already quite intoxicated. Your eyes were droopy, and you took a few seconds to process words as she spoke to you. “I– I don't think..” she gestured her head over to you to the bartender, calling him to hand another glass.

The man slid over a shot glass across the table and towards his boss. “Open up, kotenok..” she picked up the glass and tapped it against your closed mouth. You kept your lips shut and took your eyes off of her. “oh, for fucks sake.” she poured the drink in her mouth and slammed her lips against yours. “mm..” you could taste the alcohol in your tongue and her lips. She sloppily kissed you with your wrists held by her strong arms, pinned against the table. “mmnph!” you let out muffled moans as she slid her tongue into your mouth, you could feel yourself slipping into darkness. Was the drink drugged or were you falling asleep?

Your question never got answered. You gasped as you shot up from bed. Wait– you were at home. How- how did you get home? Weren't you at a bar? “Shit. Oh my God–” You looked down at yourself. You were still wearing the clothes you wore last night. Last night. What happened? Memories of the night before flashed in your head. Someone kissed you. You couldn't recall her face, but— you knew it was a woman with red hair as well.

What you hadn't known is that she was watching. Is it really obsession if she cared? Whenever she'd see you walk inside your home with someone she— she genuinely couldn't express the feelings she felt. Watching you with a person other than her having such intimate moments. An unknown person with their grabby hands all over your body, your chest, everywhere. They'd push you onto the bed, and you'd spread your legs for them to cause those sweet, sweet noises to slip past your mouth— she shut off the screen.

Why was she getting frustrated over this? She didn't love you– no. Did she? She had to have you for herself. She didn't want anyone else to have you. You were hers, but you just didn't know that yet. She was sure to make you know soon.

“Natasha! The car is leaving, are you coming or not?” she groaned as someone called her. “Yeah, I'll be there.” she turned the safety off of her gun and grabbed it before she walked out of the room.

“Well, well.. what do we have here, hm?” she smirked as she made eye contact with the man tied up into a chair. “Fuck you Romanoff!” he spat out, “I'm not going to ask you again you idiot, where is Dreykov?” the man had once worked for her. Two-faced fucks working for her were one of the things she most disliked. She most hated whenever she'd see you with anyone she didn't know. “You're a worthless bitc—.” she pulled her gun out and shot him in the head. Blood splattered onto her face as his body went limp in his seat. “Call the clean up crew Wanda.”

[kirschteinoir]

[3] you're here, that's the thing.

post-timeskip osamu miya x reader.

❝he brought his other hand, not yet blessed by you, to cover his eyes as he waited for his cheeks to cool and his heartbeat to become steady again.

this was going to be a long summer.❞

when life in the city becomes overwhelming, your grandmother decides to sign you up for a summer in the countryside working at onigiri miya, the best onigiri place this side of hyogo! you're not the biggest fan of the early starts and long hot days at first, but your attractive new boss may change your mind...

wc; 2.9k

[i went a bit cray cray (positive) with kita's desc but also... jealous!osamu hehe...]

chapter masterlist.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀. 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨.

normally you had every other sunday off. despite your protests, osamu would insist that you deserved the break and that he was just fine managing whatever inventory needed sorting or floors that needed sweeping. however your sunday off happened to be the first of june, and the day of your rice delivery from the kita farm.

osamu had called your grandma’s landline late on saturday night, apologising for what he was about to ask you. he had other business to take care of tomorrow so he couldn’t be at the shop for the rice delivery - you had to go instead.

“‘m sorry y/n, i really am. y’know i wouldn’t ask if i had any other option,” he was uncharacteristically contrite and you could hear his pout over the phone. you bit back a giggle at the visual image and assured him that it was alright, you were more than happy to take the delivery on his behalf.

the way he breathed his thanks into the phone had your stomach fluttering, his accent stronger as he became more emotional.

“yer a lifesaver, i swear. what would i have done without you?”

so here you were outside onigiri miya, early on sunday morning. you cursed your past self when your alarm went off at a time no one should have to wake up at and you groaned, eventually sliding out of bed in a few clumsy movements. but with a clean OM uniform and some fresh air in your lungs, you were excitedly awaiting the arrival of the rice farmer.

you glance up and down the street, straining your ears for the sound of a diesel engine struggling up the slight incline that onigiri miya was at the apex of. not that you had to listen very hard, for there was hardly another soul alive at this time of day. you began pacing, over-checking your wristwatch whilst fighting the anxious feeling that had begun churning in your lower gut. the corner of the delivery sheet attached to the clipboard digging into your hip became mangled as you absentmindedly fidgeted. just as you debated calling up your boss, a pick-up truck appeared over the summit like a boon from the gods.

the red paint was patchy and flaking off in some places, which you politely ignored, and the whole vehicle looked like it was being held together by duct tape and a single can of WD-40. you try to spy the driver (or drivers) behind the wheel but with the sun in your eyes, you couldn’t do much more than squint stupidly as it cruises to a stop right outside the entrance. softly clearing your throat and smoothing down the front of your black t-shirt, you put on your best customer service smile.

“hello! you must be from kita farms! i’m y/n and-”

your voice peters out into silence as the driver (and there was just one, thank goodness) slinks out of his seat, walking around the front to greet you. he was already smiling, and you quickly noticed that he probably didn’t do so that often. it was small, barely friendly, but it was kind and you found yourself flustering. this guy wasn’t as tall as osamu but he was still fairly built, clearly comfortable in his life of physical labour. in fact, you could see the fruits of his work well-displayed by the thin white tank-top he adorned. it was practically stuck to his skin, chiselling out the curves of his abs, pecs and other muscles you couldn’t name from the marble that made up his body. your cheeks flush as you not-so-subtly check him out, your gaze honing in on the tanline that would reveal itself ephemerally every time he swayed his arms.

like osamu’s, his features were strong and hard-set. his eyes were wide but upturned, vaguely feline, and his hazel irises held you in sharp regard. if it hadn’t been for the smile, you would’ve thought he was about to chew you out for standing in the middle of the road like an idiot. his hair was an unusual colour - stark white, much like freshly cooked rice, with jet-black ends that were curled with sweat and you wondered what he had been doing so early in the day to be this sweaty already.

when he spoke, you couldn’t help but groan inwardly at how unfair it was for someone to both look and sound so attractive.

“mornin'. i’m kita shinsuke. you must be the new hire? osamu-kun’s told me all about ya’. nice to finally meet you.”

in one swift movement he removes one of his gloves using his teeth and extends his hand towards you. you shake it tentatively, staring at the fabric lodged between his lips. it's surprising how soft his skin is and how tidy he keeps his nails - odd for someone who’s hands are their entire livelihood.

since you weren’t expecting someone so attractive (and also similar to your age), your chirpiness from earlier was thrown for a loop and you felt deja vu from your initial meeting with osamu. either kita was used to this or he genuinely didn’t notice how you stared at him with a mixture of attraction, intimidation and surprise - nonetheless he was already unlocking the back of his truck.

“don’t worry, i can carry it in myself. usually i’d just dump it for osamu to deal with, since i know he’s got this freakish strength but ya look like ya might need a hand, hmm?”

you could hardly do more than squeak out your gratitude as you watch this hunky farmer haul bags of rice as if they weighed nothing. before your thoughts could run away with you, you jump into customer service mode again and offer him a drink and some breakfast.

“i’ve got a fresh batch of barley tea in the fridge if you’d like some, kita-san. and i know where osamu keeps his own secret stash of onigiri - i’m sure he wouldn't mind if a few were missing!”

you were looking at him so attentively. his eyes widened slightly before he averted his gaze, hiding his blush with a gloved hand.

“ah, sure. thank you kindly, y/n.”

you glowed as you prepared the food for your guest, stealing glances at him as he worked and beaming at him every time he would walk past you to get to the storage room, two bags of rice hoisted over his shoulder each time.

“that should be all. osamu is our best customer - i’ve never seen a business go through more of our rice!” he chuckles to himself, signing the delivery invoice before taking a gulp of the barley tea you’d poured out for him. he hums in appreciation and you laugh nervously in relief.

“so, how’s it been working for onigiri miya?” he asks, eyeing you as he bit into his first onigiri.

“well,” you begin, endeavouring to answer his question earnestly. “it wasn’t easy at first. it was probably almost as difficult as working for my degree back in tokyo. mentally, i mean. i have no idea how osamu has managed to run everything on his own until now,” you muse out loud, much to kita’s enjoyment. every few bites or so his eyes would glean the details of your face - the way your eyelashes flutter when you laugh, how the colour of your eyes changes as you move in and out of the sun, how you would wrinkle your nose when the heat became too much.

cute, he thought.

you take his silence as an opportunity to continue your rambling, rather enjoying his company.

“i can tell osamu does a lot of the work behind the scenes too. if he’s not working he’s probably crunching numbers at home,” you giggle, relishing in the small freedom of poking fun at your boss without him peering over your shoulder. kita chuckles too, wiping his mouth on a napkin.

“i’ll tell ya now - yer right on the money. him and atsumu used to mess around a lot back in high school and osamu was only ever serious about food. like what to eat for his next meal, that kind of thing.” he pauses for a second, his eyes filling with fond memories you didn’t know about. “it’s nice to see him all grown up now, running his own shop at twenty three! and i’m glad he’s doin’ business with me.”

“you knew osamu in high school? what was he like?”

shinsuke opens his mouth to reply, wanting to satisfy the curious sparkle in your eye but the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps interrupt your moment. you peek behind shinsuke’s shoulder to see none other than the topic of the conversation himself stretch towards the two of you.

“osamu-kun, nice to see ya,” the farmer greets him, swallowing down the last of his drink. he slides the empty glass and plate towards you with a shy smile. “i’ll get going then. got a couple more deliveries to make. i’ll see ya ‘round, y/n.”

osamu hardly glances at his old volleyball captain as he stalks into the kitchen without another word, leaving a trail of electricity in his wake, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up as you see kita out. the older rice farmer says nothing, choosing to stare at the swinging door to the kitchen, the only sign left of his presence.

“see ya, y/n,” he turns to you and bows politely. you reciprocate with a more nervous touch, watching him leave with a seedling of warmth blooming in your chest.

your giddy moment is quickly dampened by osamu’s attitude as he makes you hang around the shop to do things that honestly could be done tomorrow morning before opening. he eyes the plate that kita had eaten his onigiri from, gaze darting over the grains of rice stuck to the ceramic. he orders you, not rudely but not with his usual flippant edge, to clean everything up and then go look for umeboshi from the store room as he’s about to make a new batch to sell tomorrow.

you keep your grumbling to a minimum and follow his instructions, muttering to yourself about how much of an ass he was being and that kita was only being friendly.

osamu watches you sweep the dirty plate from the counter and wash it in the sink from the corner of his eyes, his hands on autopilot as they shape the boiled white rice. he turns his head imperceptibly in your direction as you saunter into the store room, hearing noise leave your lips and assuming (correctly) that it was about him.

seeing you and kita together instilled a foreign tightness in his chest, one that he did not like one bit. he’d quietly observed you both from the window before stalking in, his gaze repeatedly flickering to how you’d laughed around his former volleyball captain and conversed with him like you’d known each other forever. but osamu knew you first. way before kita.

it didn’t even occur to him that he was being childish as he suddenly dropped the onigiri he was working on and inhaled sharply. he slips off his plastic gloves and scrunches them into his fist with frightening intensity before marching into the storage room after you, his rational side quickly dwindling as he wondered what was wrong with him today.

it was comical, the way his shadow fell over you. you were slightly crouched, one arm stretching all the way to the back of the shelf to rescue the jar of plums that had miraculously gotten themselves lodged between the wall and the shelf. you were scolding it like it was a naughty child and if osamu’s head was in the right place he would have laughed at you for being so juvenile.

you fell silent and stopped squirming as osamu’s thunderous presence announced itself behind you. you hung your head slightly as you immediately assumed you were in trouble with your boss; perhaps he had heard you complaining about him earlier? his silence was starting to perturb you and you wasted no more of his precious time wrestling your arm free and standing amidst the onigiri ingredients, trying to look as small as possible. you couldn’t meet his gaze, afraid you’d combust on the spot if you did.

“is everything okay, osamu?” you finally ask, your voice sounding less assured than you’d wanted it to. osamu doesn’t speak and only continues to stare at you with those analytical slate-grey irises of his. they dart within their ivory prisons, his long lashes fluttering as he analyses your body language. his hands twitch at his sides, one of them still clenched in a fist around his gloves. he realises you’re looking up at him so obediently and with such concern for him and something within him stirs, your widened gaze eagerly awaiting his next instructions.

he steps closer slowly, his heartbeat lurching into his throat - what was happening to him? he saw how you sucked in a sharp breath, searching his face for an explanation for his actions. but osamu couldn’t give you one; instead, he swallowed thickly, his free hand shaking as he brought it to ghost over your cheek. it was barely touching your skin but he could feel the voltage emanating from you, pulling him ever closer. his eyes search for yours, waiting for you to call him a freak and for you to leave hyogo again.

to leave him again.

instead you simply stood in front of him, caged between the shelves and his body. his broad shoulders block any view behind you and the sandalwood smell of his cologne with undertones of the citrus detergent you both used to clean the kitchen lull you into a daze.

you open your mouth to speak but the words dissolve on your tongue as you match osamu’s stare. the second your gazes lock, you feel the wind being pushed out of your lungs: your six-foot-whatever hunk of a boss who looked uninterested on his better days, was gazing upon you like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence, unworthy of your divine attention. his eyebrow was furrowed and you could almost hear him pleading with you, begging you to bring the torture of his heart to an end. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d have thought he was about to start crying as he leaned down towards you, his own mouth slightly ajar.

he was looking at you like you were a divine statue, gracing his makeshift temple that he had constructed in a wild attempt to bring your good fortune back home to him. he dared not touch you, afraid to chip or blemish your skin as if it was made of ceramic, and the hand by your cheek was shaking with the effort of restraint. the rice bags at your feet became his humble offering to you: he was nothing more than a lowly peasant with his hands clasped in prayer pleading for you to bring him miracle after miracle until he can worship you no longer. you were his deity and his deity alone, and he would wreak havoc on those who dare taint the goodness you’ve bestowed upon him.

his face is inches away from yours now and you can tell that his eyes are glossed over like he’s no longer in control of his own actions. you’re torn between your morals: either you succumb to his stupidly good-looks and kind heart and irrevocably change your relationship dynamic, or you protect what you’ve built for the past two months and snap him out of it. your own selfishness surprises you as you find yourself leaning towards the former option, but before you can even speak again, osamu seems to wake up.

you can almost feel his laboured breathing on your lips as he stiffens in front of you. he blinks a couple of times and you suppose he’s reorienting himself. his back straightens and his hand falls back to his side, the air by your cheek noticeably colder in his absence. 

“y/n..i-” the way he’s looking at you as if he’s hurt you, like he regrets what happened just now, causes a pang in your chest so hard you visibly wince. he must’ve misinterpreted your reaction though as he draws back from you with the practised speed of an athlete, his face returned to its usual deadpan. “...sorry. ‘m so sorry. i shouldn't have-”

once more he’s gone, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your own heart as you attempt to process what had just happened. the air in the storeroom is stifling and you clumsily switch the light off and slam the door. for a while you stumble around onigiri miya, looking for osamu, but he’s not in the kitchen (having abandoned his current batch of onigiri), nor is he fussing about the storefront. you sigh in exasperation, bringing a hand to massage your temple, and decide to call it a day, leaving your apron neatly folded on one of the tables ready for tomorrow, leaving without a second look back.

osamu watches you trudge down the hill from the shadows of the side alley, his lip tucked between his teeth and his fists clenched at his side.

about me. 

ao3 link.

[nukanobody]

Funny Familiarity

For context: I posted a head-canon a few days ago, on how Danse actually ended up in the brotherhood of steel as a synth despite not being sent as a spy but instead is listed as "missing". It's probable he ran away from the institute where the railroad helped him escape, with Deacon knowing about the case.

I'm so obsessed with this idea now so read below for any thoughts or further hc's i had when making this. Or ask me anything about this hc i am going cray cray. sorry if this is ooc i'm bad at characters.

ty to @ericadrawsstuff for your addon btw!! it fueled me to draw this haha

For Danse, I don't believe he was a courser but maybe a failed experimental synth/synth meant for manual labor? The institute would probably be in a panic if a courser with a courser chip went awol, they'd probably take notice if the same missing courser became the poster boy of the people whose trying to destroy them.

Danse stayed in the railroad for a bit, like maybe 5 months? Formed a somewhat close bond with Deacon who was "Debbie" at the time.

Deacon loves collecting sunglasses, was toying with the idea of being a woman when he found novelty heart sunglasses. I see him as identifying as male but really flexible when it comes to presenting himself.

Obsessed with the idea that despite being reset/memories wiped synths may carry flaws or mannerisms. In Danse's case his fierce loyalty and self sacrifice are his major flaws, pre-wipe he didn't want to be a danger to the railroad and felt he needed to be wiped, post-blind betrayal he felt like he was a danger to the brotherhood and needed to be killed.

Deacon's a good liar sometimes, but in the cases where Danse says something against synths his hands clench and has to lean on a wall to catch his breath while the sides of him fight in his head. The first side is the railroad agent who has huge empathy for M7-97 and knows that if his identity is revealed it'll absolutely ruin him and get maimed by the brotherhood, the other side of him is absolutely disgusted by Danse and wants to put him in his place, the 3rd just thinks it'll be funny.

I depicted Nora as how I'd imagine she'd be. A woman from a pre-war era being dropped in a wasteland, it's kind of a culture shock for her and she has a savior complex, she assumes that everyone just needs to sit down and talk. Her main goal is to somehow "unite" the commonwealth, she's joined all the factions and some of her companions are kind of peeved about it. In the comic she introduced Deacon to Danse thinking they could have a civil conversation where Deacon could steer him to a better mindset (she sees Danse as a kid who got into the wrong crowd, despite being a fully grown man)

okay jesus, this took like 3 days of non stop drawing for me to do. Whoever designed power Armour i pray for your downfall what the hell. Sorry if it looks bad i study software so I haven't gotten the chance to draw in like, 7 months. Can you tell which pose I was able to find refs for and not the rest? lol

I ship them now too, i've been researching them and I love their dynamic and damn if the plot "Person A knew Person B before Person B forgot them and became a different person" doesn't hit like a ton of bricks.

[flightlessangelwings]

Is It Too Late to Tell You…

Any Pedro Pascal character x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 500

Warnings- nondescript injury, implied hospital setting, came back different trope, protectiveness, pining, love confessions, a plot twist you will not see coming

Notes- Just a little drabble with an idea that had been rattling around in my head for a bit. And I left it open for you to interpret any Pedro character you want for a bit of extra fun. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

More notes at the end of the fic.

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to follow that as well and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post!

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But this time you were scared that it went too far, that you could lose him forever. And everything between the two of you would remain unspoken forever. How you wished things were different. You wished you waited for him, stayed at his side. You wished you had told him how much you cared about him before…

“I’m sorry,” was all you whispered to his unconscious form as you reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair off his brow.

He protected you. He saved you. And you couldn’t even tell him…

A low grumble from deep in his throat made you gasp. You took his hand in yours as you pleaded his name and hovered over his face, watching his brows scrunch slightly. Your heart pounded in your chest as his eyes slowly blinked open.

A relieved sigh escaped your chest as you met his soft, warm gaze for the first time in days. Squeezing his hand, you pressed your foreshadowing against his, “You’re ok…” you breathed.

As you pulled away, he looked up at you with a weak smile. His eyes slowly lit up as he recognized your face and you had never been more happy to see his smile. But when he opened his mouth, you realized something was different about him…

“Bay-bay?” his voice was different, higher, with an accent you had never heard before, “Wha happanad?”

You let out a heavy breath as you looked at him with concern in your features and breathed his name, “You…? What…?”

“Ah mai gaad!” he exclaimed, “Dant cray bay-bay!”

“Your voice!” you couldn’t stop the sob, “What’s wrong?”

“Nathang’s wrong bay-bay,” he looked at you with those big brown eyes, “Ya sa prettay!”

You breathed his name as you cupped his face, tears filling your eyes. He was back, but he was different. Emotions overwhelmed you and you didn’t know what to think.

“Bay-bay?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, “I gatta tell ya…” he squeezed your hand, “I lav ya bay-bay.”

The sincere look in his eyes as he said the word you’d longed to hear for so long captivated you. Your heart fluttered in your chest. This wasn’t what you had pictured at all, but he was here, he was with you, and he loved you.

Fuck it. “I lav ya ta bay-bay,” you replied as you leaned in and kissed him.

~

✨April fools!!!✨

Yes this is based on the snl sketch and I wanted to write this for a little April fools drabble for a while and I’m happy I got it done in time 😂😂 Please do rb and share this but don’t spoil the plot twist cause I really want to catch people off guard and make people laugh! I hope you enjoyed this!! 💖

[baxndaid]

sun x reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! in celebration of my bf of 5 years cheating and then breaking up with me, i am posting best boy

+ oddly enough for a sun themed kids animatronic, hes a little cray cray 😞

+ like a lot cray cray, endearing, sometimes, but he can be a little annoying <;/3

+ hes so dramatic with it to like i know his ass wouldve BODIED drama class if he ever went to school

+ thank god he doesnt btw he would go insane from all the mess and the (gasps in terror) teenagers

+ hug and pamper him in front of the kids and he'll playfully show off a bit, kinda like a child whos mother just bought him the newest trendy toy and hes now lowkey shoving it in everyone elses faces

+ kisses are fine, just not on the lips when the kids are around (cooties)

+ he can and WILL fake faint whenever you kiss him though

+ like, Juliet style faint, one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, accompanied by a pathetic whine as he falls to the floor

+ yea back to him being crazy yeah hes crazy !!!!! #quirky

+ even if u mention the words night, dark, moon, he'll go into a damn frenzy

+ he'll tug on his rays, screech a little, hold you by the shoulders and shake you a little bit, begging you not to let the other him out

+ it doesnt take much to get his mind off of it, just play a game with him, reassure him and hes good to go

+ though he'll keep turning towards the light switch just in case youve magically cloned yourself and snuck away to turn the lights off

+ for the most part he trusts you (kinda)

+ AND HIS VOICE LFMAOOO aww #godbless

+ it just goes up and down and up and down you swear theres no middle ground with him

+ whenever he's upset or begging you for something his voice goes so high youre pretty sure his voice-box goes insane and he kinda just starts squeaking

+ he rarely speaks in a low voice, only when disappointed, or when hes mumbling (talking shit) about one of his friends (night guard) who did nothing wrong (told sun he was ugly)

+ yea he can be a massive piss stain sometimes, not to you, but by god, to everyone else

+ though rare, hes snapped a few times, normally on other human employees

+ this could be for anything, they were talking to you and it made sun jealous, or they were mean to him or you, made a kid cry, you name it -- but there needs to be a reason, he'd never dislike/hate anybody just for funsies

+ but once again, it doesnt take much to get him to calm down

"sunny, enough of that now,"

"oh!!! sooo sorry, sunshine! never again!"

+ (it will happen again)

+ while i dont think sun is incapable of being serious, i think itll be super duper rare, like if you bring up something serious, he'll (try to) be as serious as he can

+ he might try to find some light in the topic though, thats kinda his thing <3 crack a shit joke or two while moon watches, or listens rather, in complete horror

+ despite all of his strange quirks, you love him, and he loves you, his little sunshine

fnaf masterlist

[woozysioux]

i'm so sorry for being active and then immediately ignoring everyone, my blog is fully running on queue rn and i'm probs gonna let it run out over the next couple days. shit is so sooooo cray in my life rn and i just full on went off on this one fugly bitch fully in public in the middle of a crowded room LMAOOOO she deserved it but i can't be doing shit like that to my beloved mutuals so i'm peaceing for a bit ✌️

[samiwife]

This might sound cray cray but can i… could i possibly request a richard barbieri smut??? 🫣🫣

Yeah, you got it! Thanks 4 the request

Life Update: Sorry, I haven't answered your guy's request. But there's a reason for it. I've been struggling with my mental health lately. I was recently diagnosed with depression and anxiety so I have just been trying to focus on myself and my health. Not to mention it doesn't help I went through a breakup. So please be patient. But anyway, enough about my life. Enjoy the new story.

Magazines and Clothes 𓆩♡𓆪 (Richard Barbieri x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

Richard was always quiet. He would never smile either. The only time he smiled was when you asked him to be yours. You were shaking so much. Richard seemed so emotionless. But, with you. He seems to be happier. He was more talkative and less shy. You and Richard lived in an apartment together and have been happy ever since. You walked to Richard's studio where he's been creating new key sounds for the band the whole day.

"Hey honey, how's it coming along?" You asked rubbing Richard's shoulders. Richard turns his head and looks at you deeply.

"It's coming along okay, I still need to record and send it," Richard explained turning his head back to his keyboard and playing.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything. Okay?" You said ruffling your finger through his dark hair. Richard looked up and nodded to you. You smiled and kissed the side of his head. Richard blushed and continued to play his keyboard. You walked out of the studio went to your bedroom and took a magazine off the shelf. You began to read for the next hour till you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" You should as you flipped through the pages of the magazine. Richard walked in and plopped himself on the bed tiredly. You smiled and rubbed his hair.

"You finally finished your recording?" You said smiling and massaging his head. Richard turns his head and chuckles lightly. Richard sighs and sits up.

"Could you make me a cup of tea?" Richard asks with pleading eyes. You kissed his cheek and got up.

"Yes of course, could you sit in the kitchen with me as I make it?" You asked with your hand on his cheek. Richard nods and follows you to the kitchen. You placed the magazine you were reading on the table. Richard looks over and begins to read the magazine as well. You placed a kettle on the stove. You waited for the water to boil

"So you're interested in the magazine hmm?" You said leaning over the table and smiling at Richard. Richard looks up and looks back down again. He continued to flip through the pages till a page caught his eye. It was the lingerie page. Richard's face turns bright red and he quickly closes the magazine. You begin to giggle and walk to the stove and shut it off.

"You're so silly Richard. What type of tea do you want?" You asked Richard who was still blushing.

"U-uh just black tea," Richard said shyly. You nod and turn around to grab a mug and the tea bags. You filled the mug with hot water and placed the teabag in the mug. You pushed the mug towards Richard.

"Thank you Y/N," Richard said as he sipped. You smiled and nodded. You looked down as instinct and saw Richard covering his crotch. You snickered a bit and leaned closer to Richard's ear.

"Richard if you were horny then why didn't you just say anything." You whispered causing him to blush brighter than ever before. Ricahrd's face grew redder.

"Y-Y/N, I'm sorry. I've been stressed out and everything." Richard said still nervous. You chuckled stood up and walked next to Richard. You leaned Richard in and kissed him.

"How about you lead with this one Richard" You whispered. Richard nodded and grabbed you by the hand. He led you to the bedroom and gently pushed you on top of the bed. Richard wrapped his hands around your waist and began kissing down your neck. You ran your finger through his hair. Richard slid your skirt off and you quickly stripped for Richard. Richard ran his hands down your thighs and slowly pulled them apart. Richard was wearing a tie at the time, and you roughly pulled him in.

"Don't keep me waiting, fuck me." You whispered in Richard's ear. His cheek flushed red and nods. Richard enters in, quickly moans. His moan embarrassed him, and he quickly covered his mouth. You chuckle and remove his hand from his mouth.

"Moan for me, Richard," You said smiling, Richard chuckled and began thrusting back and forth. Richard moans your name as he thrusted. He was very gentle and soft. You moaned out his name. Richard leaned down and left kisses on the crook of your neck.

"Y-Y/N, I'm about to come," Richard moaned out. You moaned a response. Richard continued to thrust until you felt warmth fill your clit. Richard pulled out and laid next to you. You took a minute to catch your breath. You turned to face Richard. You smiled and topped him and began to kiss him up and down.

"You did so good for me Richard." You said leaving hickeys around his neck. Richard smiled and sat up. Richard began to kiss your lips and he bridal carried you to the bathroom.

[fandomfrolics]

For the unwritten fics: 7 (for ted, obvs), 10, 15!

7. What are your plans for -character-?

Sorry, this is such a funny question out of context. I have many plans for that sad dad and some of them may even make it into published fics one day but off the top of my head, the gist of my plans are:

Ted gets laid (angsty)

Ted gets laid (happy)

Ted gets laid (emotional)

Ted gets laid (filthy)

Ted comes back to London and his old job

Ted goes on a road trip

and just to cover all my bases, Ted is sad.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Answered this here! But there's another unwritten thing I guess I think about once in awhile, which I had a vague idea for after the s3 ep where Ted calms himself down from his panic attack but I don't think I'll ever actually write so I'm just gonna summarise the whole thing in a long run-on sentence:

Basically Roy sees/overhears Ted chanting "he's okay" quietly to himself and surmises it's about Henry and he takes Ted outside to look at the moon because when he first went off to Sunderland he called his grandad crying about being so far away and his grandad told him to go outside and look at the moon because no matter how far apart they were they'd always be looking at the same moon and the whole thing is essentially just a conversation they have lying on the pitch while looking up at the sky.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

This isn't actually from one of the 'plans' OR the idea mentioned above but it's another one I don't think I'm ever actually going to finish so thought I might as well share some of it. It's a Thanksgiving fic with Henry, Michelle, and Ted's mom all visiting London (established but background T/R iirc). I wrote most of it more than a year ago but surprisingly the Ted's mom characterisation still fits pretty well I think (except her name but that would be pretty cray cray if I guessed it right). Anyway! Here's a little Ted & Michelle part of it (behind a read more since this is already so long).

“Thought you could use this.”

Michelle glances up to see Ted holding a bottle out towards her. The corner of her mouth quirks up. She takes it gratefully, sipping lightly as he settles down next to her on the steps.

“So,” he says after a brief, loaded silence, “you gonna tell me what that was all about back there, or am I gonna have to try this beer tactic with my momma instead?”

Michelle doesn’t crack. “Don’t ask your mom.”

“Okay…” He peers at her. “You realize you’re making me more worried, right? Not less? You can see how you might be doin’ that? With this whole thing?” He gestures between them.

She sighs, holding the bottle to her forehead. “Ted, I’m sorry, but sometimes your mother can be a real—”

“Pain in the ass?” Ted guesses.

“I was gonna say ‘piece of work’ but hey, if you wanna go there…”

“Okay." She lets him tug the bottle away from her face, watching him put it carefully down on the step between them. "Michelle, what on earth is goin' on?”

She sighs again, then finally shifts to face him. “Ted, you know sending Henry to live here…you know that’s as much for him as it is for you, right?”

He swallows audibly. “Are you second-guessing this whole thing, ‘cos I know I’ve always been a bit of a soft touch with him but it’s only been like three months, you gotta give me more of a chance, I promise I’ll—”

“No, Ted, it’s not—” She shakes her head vehemently. “You’re doing fine.” She smiles. “More than fine. Henry seems to have really settled in well here.”

“Oookay…” He tilts his head. “Is that what’s botherin’ you? That he’s doing too well? ‘Cos I swear, he misses you like crazy. And I lied, I’m still a soft touch. I totally bribed him into eating those green beans earlier. But I swear to god, the kid is—”

“No, no, Ted, it’s not—” She cuts him off with a laugh and his mouth falls shut. She stares at him quietly for a long moment before she flicks her gaze away, back out to the long garden. In the dark it looks like it goes on forever. 

“God, I’m going to have to tell you, aren’t I.”

“I think so?”

It feels like it’s always like this between them, the punctuation remarks reversed, and it used to be so exhausting, to be the one always carrying around the full stop, but she appreciates it about him more, now, that he doesn’t push. Now that she has some distance, she can fully appreciate the rarity of it, of the way he can prompt and give space all on the same turn.

[tokusaatsus]

(this is the anon who requested 9 with adonis) so you want to write more about adonis huh?? your wish is granted :] can i request a headcanon of adonis dating someone who loves to brag about him and being so affectionate to him? there isn't a day without adonis saw reader bragging about him to their friends without any shame

WHEN YOU BRAG ABOUT HIM

ft. otogari adonis

© tokusaatsus 2022

warning: mild mention of vomit, cursing (koga)

Adonis is literally the most perfect boyfriend ever. He’s tall and strong and built like a brick shithouse, but he would rather use his substantial bulk to hold you close and keep you safe. Why wouldn’t you brag about him?

Despite his calm personality, he still blushes every time you sling an arm around his waist and proclaim him to be the ‘cutest ever!’.

You’ve been stopped by StuCo VP in the hallways more than once for excessive PDA–but it’s not your fault your boyfriend looked so cute, you just had to kiss him, and obviously Keito-senpai wouldn’t understand since he’s as single as a pringle.

(Keito does not know how to tell you what you are doing cannot be simply described as ‘kissing’ as much as it can be described as ‘attempting to eat each other’s face off’.)

You always find a way to somehow bring him into a conversation, no matter what. Even if the conversation topic has nothing to do with him in any way whatsoever, you still manage to name-drop him at least once.

Oh, Kaoru-senpai is talking about a bakery he went on a date to? Did you know that Adonis loves anpan, it’s his favourite food ever. Oh, AKATSUKI has a live soon? Adonis once took you on a date to view the cherry blossoms, it was soooo fun ♪

Not going to lie, it can be a bit annoying at times, so you do try to limit how much you talk about him. For the sake of others.

Some people (like Rei-senpai) find it sweet how smitten you are with your boyfriend and vice versa. Others (like Kaoru-senpai) find it cute but would rather die than admit he found something to do with a guy–oh, the horrors!–cute. And a very special third class (Koga) mime gagging every time you open your mouth because he is so incredibly fucking tired of hearing Adonis’ name come out of your mouth every 5 seconds, jeez can you fucking shut up already!?

That isn’t to say Adonis doesn’t talk about you, because he does. A lot, in fact.

He’s always thinking about you. He might be passing by a shop, and see a plushie that reminds him of you. Or he might see an ad for a cute bakery, and make a mental reminder to take you there to see if there’s anything suited to your tastes.

He’s just as down bad as you, he’s just more subtle about it.

notes!

WC: 410 words

reze txt HI ANONNIE !! pls ur req made mmy brainworms go cray-cray… this is literally adoreze dynamic frfr HELLO?!?!? im sorry this makes me kshfgdhkfjgd i want to Kith him so bad. i saw the new adonis card (he looks pale af? hey happyele where tf did his melanin go) and i speedwrote this is like. 20 mins ahahah ENJOY MWAH <333

[theamalgaverse]

wait who are the characters in this au? sorry i just found out about this so can i have some [[LORE]]

ABOUT TIME I GOT TO THIS because I actually never thought about a concrete answer until now

Basically? The characters are just the silly little guys that I tend to latch onto and decide “yknow what? Lets add some spice to you”

Sometimes changes are pretty small, but sometimes I get a bit cray (take a look at sydney for hell's sake… which I need to REALLY do a proper drawing of his latest design) but nonetheless, all of them are just characters I like with extra aspects and more relaxed…

As for my original characters directly linked to Amalgaverse… erm there isn’t much in terms of numbers lets say? Ashamedly, but all of them are filled with their own tidbits!

I’ve already went over Idovolich, Bepholous, and Octalhan (formerly Octavian, but got a name change) but there’s one more I feel that ends up becoming significant: Brutis (practically use any pronouns for em)

He’s the Resort's advisor, helping those who are more new to the forest and always itching for more fun! Although they come off as a naive idiot, it’s not to say that you are wrong when you feel intimidated by it's size and stature.

You can ask about anybody specific! Say the word, and I’ll get to ya as quick as I can!

[seblore]

HI BELOVED HOW ARE YOUUUU<3 long time no see :')

[forbidding-souda]

Can we have Celestia, Kokichi, Byakuya, Kaede and Mondo with an S/O who is just like Mikan? Like, the trauma, the looks, the falling, the insecurity. I know it's overused, but you're my fav imagines writer and I wanted to see how you do it <3

Celestia Ludenberg, Kokichi Ouma, Byakuya Togami, Kaede Akamatsu, and Mondo Oowada with a feminine S/O who is just like Mikan headcanons

I think I say this every single time but oh my god I love requests like these so much they're so simple to write (which sounds negative? but god I don't have to overthink anything I can just be writing) plus you chose some boss ass characters I love these mfers

And I'm happy I'm your favorite <3

the mondo x mikan shippers on this blog are gonna go cray

finished this while high so if the sentences start to not make sense then i'm sorry

-Mod Souda

Celestia Ludenberg

❤ Whenever you fall over she will just watch you. If she was one to make facial expressions, she'd have a terribly strong look of defeat. Sometimes she wishes she could help you but most of the time she just accepts it as this is the way it is. A lot of the people around her always scramble to help you up, and that is something she finds completely interesting. She likes that aspect of your dramatic falls it a lot.

❤ Your insecurity is something she tries to wisp away with soft, gentle words and a touch of your cheek.

❤ That's not how it works, though, and even though she understands that better than most, she pretends not to.

❤ Your insecurity also makes her a bit insecure. Whenever she sees you not knowing your worth, it mildly reminds her of herself. The way she's learnt how to comfort you is by remembering the things you say to her when she feels down like that.

❤ If you play with your own hair in nervousness she will grab onto the strand and twirl it with her fingers.

❤ She likes the combination of you in a white dress + your bandages. It's aesthetic to her.

❤ She'll love to tie your hair up in different hairstyles she adores. She'll dress you up like a doll and have you play tea with her. Whether you enjoy this or not, you'll still do it for her, it's in turn for the way you give her unwanted tours of your intense interests.

❤ If you want her physical touch she will let you lean into her torso as she wraps her hands around you, whispering sweet things to you while trailing her ring around your shoulder.

❤ When you ramble on and she wants you to stop, she will squish your face in her hand and peck you on the lips.

❤ There's a lot of her brushing your hair away of your face too.

❤ She's just like to touch you.

❤ She's so patient with you when it comes to you believing you are ugly. She does not stand for that nonsense!

❤ There's no way she's gonna let you talking bad about your appearance slide.

❤ If you are insecure about your hair's different length then boom! She uses her beauty skills to give you an even trim.

❤ Off topic but sometimes she'll fall asleep with her head on your shoulder and it will fluster you out of control.

❤ Her love for you be like the song within you from labyrinth.

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Kokichi Ouma

❤ Before the two of you started dating he'd go out of his way to make you fall on purpose. Sometimes he'd just straight up push you over. He doesn't do this anymore (and doesn't even think about it) but-

❤ He is incredibly straight forward so his playful jabs at you went from being directed at your way of speaking to being directed at how you must be a bimbo or all-looks-no-brain to the point where you found yourself wondering: does he think I'm attractive?

❤ Which ^ even though he laid it on thick, your insecurity made you unconvinced.

❤ He tries to antagonize himself but no matter how much he scares you, you were still kind to him and wanted to help him with whatever he needed from you.

❤ You make him blush like no tomorrow.

❤ He will literally treat you like royalty once the two of you get together.

❤ He makes sure you feel secure and he makes sure nobody ever picks on you. He will socially destroy anybody who dares try and bully you or harass you.

❤ Will watch whatever horror movies you wanna watch - it's a vibe for him.

❤ Sometimes he will get rather fatherly and do things like brush your hair while you ramble on - this is an activity he considers to be something along the lines of a form of comfort whenever you are stressed.

❤ Whenever you bandage up his wounds: if it's something small you'll put a pink bandaid over it and he's like plz spare me.

❤ ^ But then make a big deal about look at how beautiful I am with my pink bandaid >:) everyone look at it.

❤ His hair is a bit choppy like yours so ya'll can twin.

❤ The large amount of friends he has is a bit threatening to you but at least they're like some of the friendliest people you've ever met in your life.

❤ The way he violently will press a million kisses into your cheek is something you almost look forward to every time he comes home.

❤ He is literally so soft when it comes to touching you and he is so careful about your boundaries but in the most casual way - you've hardly even realized he is being cautious.

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Byakuya Togami

❤ You weren't very secretive about your trauma. When you had told him, he was very taken aback. Afterwards, it would cross his mind whenever you looked at him with that wavering smile you have.

❤ It keeps him up at night sometimes. He's never thought about somebody else's mishaps before, and he's never thought to.

❤ Your hair is something that is a work in progress because all of the disorganized hubba jubba is very unclassy. He needs it to get even lengthed (nothing else matters to him, just, can your hair not be choppy, please?).

❤ Whenever you fall he will sigh (sometimes dramatically).

❤ Sometimes he helps you up.

❤ Sometimes he just watches you.

❤ And sometimes when you fall into him, he will completely gasp as if you've offended him (with his cheeks bright pink).

❤ There's also some of him opening his mouth to ask can you hand me my glasses before being like nooo noo I shouldn't say that.

❤ suggestive sfw: your sexual innuendo stuff is something that will certainly get you kicked out of a room, especially if you only entered to bother him. He schedules out his time fairly and particularly, and you would be nice to not try and budge your way into his planner.

❤ You are the official eye of the Togami Empire, as in everybody ever has eyes on you (and the family you have within his bloodline). There's a lot of thought that goes into making sure you look comparable.

❤ ^ So :. he struggles to find the confidence in bringing you outside with him. If somebody captures you falling he might as well just burst into flames, especially if he's directly next to you (the camera are gonna capture him not even flinching).

❤ He does like the sight of you in business casual, the sight gets him a bit flustered (a bit pink in the nose, if he were to say so himself {get it? that's layered. i'm so funny}).

❤ Sometimes the buttons of your shirt break and he will strip off his top coat and make sure it covers any of your mishaps.

❤ "My lord..."

❤ Your constant apologies doesn't annoy him, actually.

❤ You get caught off guard whenever he looks at you with amazement in his eyes. Every single time you're like oh no, he's gone insane but no he is just genuinely in love with you.

❤ ^ Like before the two sleep at night, while he's peeling away his tie and unbuckled and unbottoned everything on him, he likes to have casual conversations, which is something you very much were unprepared for when you first started sharing bed. It's unsuspected to you, especially the way his glances give you the impression that he actually wants to hear what you have to say, therefore, the impression that he vaguely considers you his equal.

❤ Astonishing! It makes you flustered, but not as flustered as he makes you when he sleeps on your chest. Such a vulnerable position...

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Kaede Akamatsu

❤ She never hesitates to help you when you fall, and this also goes for metaphorically, too. Whenever you are insecure or unsure, she will not hesitate to boost your moods and your spirits. She loves seeing you when confidence fills your face, it makes her feel good as well, knowing she can instill worthy faith into somebody she cares about.

❤ Sometimes, even when you're crying, she's going to grab your hands and start doing cheerleading poses with them. It makes everybody else in the room observe awkwardly.

❤ She can teach you how to play piano without stuttering, she can teach you how to take care of things like your fingers, and you can teach her how to take care of her hands if they were to get injured. It makes her very happy to know that you can provide quick medical treatment.

❤ She can and she will braid your guys hair together.

❤ She will also, while she's at her performances, make announcing vocalize that the piece goes out to you, so that even from a long distance you can know that she is thinking about you.

❤ Also speaking of you falling, you know she is going to like 100% glance up your skirt for at least a second whether on accident or purpose.

❤ She loves the nurse outfits that you put on sometimes. They have her saying flirty comments.

❤ She flirts with you a lot! It makes you all blushy, which causes her to say more things. She always kisses your cheek, or your forehead, or all over your face just to make sure you know she means the compliments she gives.

❤ She will leave little notes around for you to find, too. And she tries to slip notes into your lunches for work.

❤ ^ She is always busy, though, so it doesn't always work out. Whenever she can't sneak one in, she makes sure to just text you it instead.

❤ No matter how much practice she commits herself to and how many performances she has to travel to go to, she always reaches out.

❤ ^ Pshh she thinks about you all day every day, how could she not?!

❤ She takes your insecurity into deep consideration.

❤ Always asks if you're okay with the sweetest voice in the world.

❤ The apologizing and the self-deprecation is language she tries to break up, and she does succeed in changing your word choices, as she reminds you every time your brain doesn't. She's trying to get that negative affirmation business out of your mouth.

❤ She just loves how much you listen to her! If she gives advice then you're going to remember it, which is something that doesn't often happen to her, since even though she gives people tons of help, she finds they tend not to listen to her.

❤ You're a big listener.

❤ ^ (And you're a big listener when it comes to her playing piano at all hours of the night).

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Mondo Oowada

❤ Grabs you with one hand and keeps you in his elbow before just carrying you around like that. This is fall-proof.

❤ A big romantic moment shared between the two of you is the moments that happen when you bandage him up.

❤ ^ He'll be all scrapped from hanging out and it gives you a happiness that only a nurse who loves their shirtless boyfriend can achieve.

❤ ^ He sits on the bathtub, often with an irritated look on his face, as you clean him up. He's not irritated at you, of course. He just looks like it when it comes to being so complaisant.

❤ He likes sleeping on his back while you lay on his chest. When he can't sleep, he'll just lay there and play with your hair.

❤ He knows how clumsy you are so therefore, he is very careful whenever he manages to get you on the back of his bikes. He might just install some strange form of a seatbelt just so he can make sure you don't fly off. He drives a lot of the time with you in front of him, too.

❤ Will literally just threaten to run anybody over that you are uncomfortable with - like, even if they aren't doing anything wrong, oh you're uncomfortable, say goodbye to them! (he doesn't actually do it).

❤ The presence of him behind you is a very protective thing, for sure! And he likes following you around because of it.

❤ Sometimes when he's off with his gang, one of them will get hurt, and he'll be like. "Yeah well, you know, what you're supposed to do is grab something or whatever and wrap it, I guess."

❤ ^ Very intelligent (he thinks he knows better than them because he's seen you put on a bandaid - who cares if it's a common practice, his baby is a nurse, god damnit!).

❤ He's :. less worried to get hurt in the long-run. You always get a lot calmer and a lot more natural-seeming whenever you are bandaging him, he considers that side of you to be the real you: a you without the anxiety and apologies and guilt.

❤ Which, he handles those traits as if they were nothing at all, which is both a bad and a good thing.

❤ He'll never get offended by your insecurity or your bad demeanor. He will never get mad at you for it and he will certainly never blame you or him for it existing.

❤ That does mean that he will hardly console you, instead throwing a teasing remark and patting you on the back, thinking that that is enough to calm your nerves.

❤ A part of him knows he can be doing more, but the idea of it makes him uncomfortable. He's not to good at that kinda stuff, and it's not as if he wants to, either, with is his selfishness peaking through (which he is well aware of). You always be making him scratch the back of his neck while looking off to the side.

❤ He comforts you physically, though. He will always pick you up or surround you with his warmth or pat your head or shittly massage your back. Actions speak louder than words!

❤ He does his best at consoling you when he doesn't even realize he's doing it. Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, he will just sigh in relief and say a casual line about how grateful he is for you and how much he loves you.

❤ Which, can sometimes come out as, "Wow, man... you're the perfect chick for me."

❤ Mmm! And when you get him flustered, and his loud voice starts scaring you, he will panic and just start whispering.

[prossima-nebulosa]

👑 For Deku and ❤ for Kirishima if you don't mind

 👑: draw a character as royalty /    ❤️: draw a character pining 

All hail the new king!

Someone’s got pretty emotional btw:

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🧼-Bords finding out Briss is dating his sister

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"we should tell him." you whispered as briss leaved small little kisses all over your neck. your words made him pull away and look at you while holding himself up with his elbows next to your head.

"no."

"what do you mean 'no'? b, he needs to know--"

"no he doesn't."

"he's my brother, and your best friend. brendan, he needs to know." those words made brendan push himself up completely, he was now sitting on his bed with his back leaning on the wall.

"exactly, your his sister and i'm his best friend. he's gonna kill me, y/n/n."

"i'm tired of hiding bren."

"y/n, we can't tell him!"

"why? are you ashamed of me or something?"

"no--"

"then why can't we tell him? the longer we wait the angrier he's gonna be, brendan!” 

“he’s gonna kill me if he know, y/n!” he said making you scoff.

“bren, he’s 5′9, you’re 6′, what’s he gonna do? bite your knees? plus, he’s a softy you know that.” you said with a laugh, making brendan chuckle a bit as well before the mood went back to how it was before. 

“i-i just don’t want to mess up anything between us three. i don’t want things to be awkward between the two of you because of me and i don’t want him to hate me,y/n/n.” he said softly as his eyes stared at the wall across the room. 

“i care about you a lot, babe, and i care about your brother a lot too. i don’t want to lose any of you.” he then added as his eyes shifted to his lap. his words made your heart melt as you reached over and rubbed his cheek a bit. 

“bren, look at me, it’s gonna be okay. he loves you, and he knows you like the back of his hands, he knows the type of person you are. he’s not gonna want to kill you.” you said softly as your eyes met. he nodded a bit after a couple of seconds before leaning over and kissing you. 

~

“i have to tell you something. but you need to promise you won’t freak out and go all cray cray on me.” you told your brother that same night. you had decided to tell him on your own, since brendan was clearly too nervous to do it with you. but you didn’t mind. 

“i’ll freak out if it want to--” he started but you gave him a stern look making him roll his eyes. 

“fine, fine. i promise i won’t freak out.” he said as he sat down on his bed, while you were sitting on the chair of his desk only a couple of feet away. 

“i’m dating briss.” you said, getting straight to the point.

“i’m sorry-- you’re dating who?” 

“brendan.” 

“brendan as in brendan brisson. like brendan as in my best friend brendan.” 

“yes.” 

“okay.” he said with  shurg after a couple of seconds, having the exact reaction you thought he would. 

“okay.” 

“just, no kissing in front of me please.” 

“aye aye captain.” 

“cool, now get out.”