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question for yuri, the lastborn, and blighted trahearne—fave physical feature on each person (self & the others)?

(rubs my shitty little fly hands together)

Yuri

@ himself:

His legs, for running like hell when shit hits the fan LOL. He doesn't think about himself very much, but if you were to ask him, I think he would say something like that. There's an extra layer of significance to them, what with the Orrian diaspora living with one foot in the ocean and one on shore, not taking terra firma for granted, and being forced out of their homeland to wander abroad. Also this sentiment that the Museum of Walking impressed on me, that walking is like knowing a place, kissing the ground.

otherwise I think he might say his hair. It takes time to style and care for, so he must enjoy it on some level.

@ trahearne:

Impossible to narrow down to a single trait, and I imagine this will be a theme.

I think Yuri was arrested by Trahearne’s silently-amused/knowing eyes, after they met at Claw Island. The resting gay nod. A funny side-effect of meeting Trahearne in the middle of a crisis is that seeing him out-of-action for the first time comes as a surprise. Like, this is The Same Guy. It’s a far cry from his serious and sometimes grim Pact Marshal demeanor, but at the same time it's not really that different. (Aside: when Yuri realizes that this isn’t rare for him, he just finds himself so burdened with responsibility that he doesn’t have time to put it all aside, Yuri’s heart bweaks.)

Also his coattails and “second skin” of armor in general…….. Trahearne gets a kick out of it when Yuri sidles his hands under there, but I think Yuri gets inordinately excited. He loves ruffling his hair, his collar, the combination body hair / coat lapels that run down his chest, all of it.

Yuri also thinks Trahearne’s jawline and "beard" are so handsome. And when his pseudo-snakebites catch on his lips when they kiss. Well. That’s just what it’s all about, isn’t it

@ the lastborn:

Yuri was intimidated by the Lastborn’s attention because of a lot of reasons, but one of those reasons is because he thinks the Lastborn is a beautiful person from toe to tip. Like YES he thinks Trahearne is unattainably handsome in his own way, but the Lastborn has an ethereal or fey-like quality to him that makes him truly untouchable to Yuri… Even though he’s been serving “Born on a mountain / raised in a cave / truckin’ and fuckin’ is all that I crave” since the moment they met.

If he had to point to specific areas, I think it would be his wrists, neck, and shoulders. They’re elegantly lithe but inelegantly lanky/gangly at the same time, in the way a fawn’s legs are. Also his stomach. I think the exposed area where his "coat" comes apart feels velvety soft, like the flat of an agave blade.

Yuri also gets a kick out of the Lastborn's yucca mane for concealing his body, the way clothes or armor otherwise would. Getting a flirty peek of collarbone feels special. It helps that the yucca blades are so sharp, he feels privileged when he’s allowed to be physically close with him.

Aaaaand his profile in general is handsome to Yuri, especially the broad curve of his nose and the way his eyelashes hang over his lidded eyes. He feels like the Lastborn is truly Seeing him, even when he’s just absently glancing at him.

Lastborn

@ himself:

His scar. I’m not sure how he gets it, but it’s probably from his time in the Nightmare Court. To him, it marks him as irreparably “broken” in the eyes of both the Grove and the Court—he is neither the Pale Tree’s perfect step-son, nor is he the Court’s little prophet-prince. He doesn’t belong to them anymore and he’s free to be his own dude.

@ trahearne:

🙄 You’re so vain. You probably think this post is about you. You’re so vain. (so vain.) I bet you think this post is about you, don’t you, don’t you?

Anyway. God. Where does he begin. I think the severity/sharpness of Trahearne’s features left an impression on the Lastborn, when they first met. Like, he had been fed such an idealized picture of The Firstborn ™ (good and bad.) It disarms him to realize that YES Trahearne has a presence and is handsome in his own way, but it’s a rugged handsomeness. He has nicks in his leaves and gnarled corking on his arms and his shoulders and elbows stick out at awkward angles, sometimes. This guy’s been all over, and he isn’t pristine like the Firstborn who stayed in the Grove.

This sentiment also allows him to help Trahearne, as he reconciles with the scars he got from battling Mordremoth. They give Trahearne a little bit of dysphoria, because they’re a painful reminder of his failures in Maguuma, and they're not what anyone imagines when they think of him. But the Lastborn met him so late in his life that they’re an indelible part of Trahearne's image, in his mind's eye. The Lastborn thinks of them the same way he thinks of his own scar--that they’re a visual reminder that he’s free to be his own dude now. And he also just thinks they’re hot LOL.

What else… That he’s a short twunk is endearing, sure, but I think the Lastborn genuinely loves what a solid little dude he is. In the same way that he loves how soft Yuri’s body is, it’s comforting to drape himself over someone who is physically sturdier? stronger? than him. When they start to get closer and Trahearne gets to be more physically affectionate with him, it really makes him feel held.

He’s also a little envious of his nighttime glow. The Lastborn doesn't have one, and it clearly identifies that something is "wrong" with him in the eyes of most Sylvari. But he also just thinks it suits Trahearne that he can always see him—however faintly— even when it gets dark.

@ yuri:

God. Not to be like this, but during their flight from Maguuma, I think the Lastborn saw Yuri’s warm eyes looking up at him with exhausted gratitude and felt something for the first time in years. The Lastborn is embarrassingly fixated on how warm and tender he is in general. Not just emotionally, but physically warm, soft, unarmed—no sharp edges on him, like there are on the Lastborn. He doesn’t have to restrain himself to be around other people, he can just be with them.

Also his scent LOL. Yuri is well-groomed, but I think the innate smell of his skin is novel and exciting to the Lastborn. He likes that he can smell him on his clothes or his bedding, and it doesn’t get lost the way his own scent might.

The Lastborn also has an oral fixation loves his mouth and nose, just the shape of his face in general. Again because there’s not a single hard edge on him, and because he thinks he's hot. But Also because he's charmed by how openly Yuri expresses himself, he smiles so widely and frowns so deeply. The Lastborn doesn’t have to guess what he’s thinking, it’s usually written on his face. He’s very honest in that sense.

Trahearne

@ himself:

Not sure if “favorite” is the word, but I think Trahearne has a complex relationship with the unarmored parts of his body. I think it reminds him of the vulnerability he felt, during those first hours he spent under the Tree, newly emerged. Just him and the whole wide world.

I think he also has a similar relationship with the ground as Yuri does, where keeping his feet and hands exposed keeps him in physical touch with his surroundings. He’s well-armored, but it’s a conscious choice not to close himself off completely.

@ yuri:

His hands. Sorry this is a basic answer for this audience, but I think they would have been the first point of physical contact for Trahearne. They were also the only part of Yuri’s body that was exposed (i mean, besides his face) when he was still wearing his Pact uniform. Trahearne was lucky enough to learn the rest of his body, but his hands were first.

After Yuri becomes a shambling war spirit, I think this fascination with his hands is re-awakened by the fire magic that Yuri stole from Balthazar. Trahearne would never admit it-- he knows what a fraught relationship Yuri has with Balthazar, and for a while, it’s difficult to see him as a pale shadow of the man he knew. He would also rather die than admit that, because it IS powerful magic, it feels physically good to him and to the Dragon. But still, he’s fascinated with Yuri’s control over it. It seems effortless for him to take command of something violent and unpredictable. Trahearne struggles to wrap his head around it, when he’s had to fight tooth and claw to control his own Mordy powers.

Trahearne loves all of him though, I think he takes quiet joy in giving and receiving physical affection. He's lucky that Yuri is a big guy with a lot of love to give. Getting a hug is like getting bodied, and there’s no shortage of chest or stomach real-estate to rest his head on.

@ the lastborn:

I think Trahearne shares a little bit in common with Yuri, in that he initially sees the Lastborn as someone he doesn’t know how to “be” around. But the similarities end there. For him, it’s because the Lastborn has always been framed as dangerous, strange, and other to him. His body was made for a desert far away from the Grove, with plants that arm themselves and shrink from the sun. They don’t aggressively associate with one another the way a forest understory does, so they seem to him to be unfriendly and inhospitable (if strangely beautiful.) This is very much how he feels about the Lastborn before they get to know each other, to the point that the Lastborn notices how unwilling Trahearne is to do his usual microgestures, like touching shoulders or grabbing hands, and this stings.

(The Lastborn was also created to chew on the roots of the Pale Tree with his weird little mandibles, so. that's a lot to take in.)

This changes bigtime when Trahearne starts to appreciate how much they have in common. I think he learns to love him truly, not for some austere beauty that exists “despite” his thorny exterior, but just as he is. The blighting pod exaggerated his own thorns and sharp edges, after all. They aren’t so incompatible with one another.

I think he also enjoys the Lastborn’s mane for the same reason Yuri does, and the same reason he finds Yuri undressing to be hot (removable clothes are a funnie concept to guy whose skin is also his clothes.) Tousling it, fussing with it, getting past it is a ritual. It’s always there to keep his hands busy while they gossip.

What else... Trahearne has a strong knee-jerk reaction to his scar, as well, because he initially sees the Lastborn’s face as a sole touchstone of familiarity. It reminds him that he's looking at the face of someone from the Grove, someone who is part of his family... And may or may not be strangely handsome in a way he doesn’t trust… But then the scar reveals his underlying mandibles, and the illusion is broken.

Later on, he realizes that he’s drawn to it more than he is pushed away by it, and this feeling supplants any feelings of repulsion/othering he used to have. The scar mostly reminds him of Malomedies. It seems terribly unfair that someone would do something so violent to him, and it would stay with him so permanently, but he is learning to appreciate it from the Lastborn’s perspective.

[boypussydilf]

for that isnt-loving-lovely ship bingo what about. uh. bubby n coomer

BOOMERZ TIME!!!!!!!!!!

boomer date night:

hotwire a car. then do nothing else with the car because they don’t need it because bubby is a car

have a nice dinner at a 50s style diner. then through a series of comical mishaps and gratuitous violence, burn the diner down

fight each other to the death for enrichment

theyre awesome i love you old men from half life funny

[mabaki]

So like, braincells got activated LOL They thinking about their lovers yeaaahhhh Idea and Glyndwr by @wyldblunt

[slasherscream]

love when i get baby trapping asks because the concept is really spicy when it comes to yanderes... but also if that happened to me ... it would simply NOT happen to me adjkl

[utaprifordays]

WELCOME BACK OMG 2024 UTAPRI STAN.

😶‍🌫️Can we start off strong with some NSFW Ren? Dealer's choice.

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ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʀᴇɴ sᴍᴜᴛ ʜᴄs!

Corruption kink? Corruption kink...

Seeing someone so innocent succumb to his sinful desires... it's almost too much! Not too much for him to stop, though.

Dresses you up in white lingerie. Says it's a purity thing, but why is there a cutout right there?! He'd laugh and peck your cheek.

I can totally see Ren playing coy when he's teasing you. An 'accidental' brush of his hand over your thigh, a lingering stare at your chest, it's all chance? Yeah, right.

After a long day at work, Ren offered to give you a massage. Your lover's hands worked away all of the tight muscles and knots right out of your body. It was so effective, you joked about him having a side hustle as a massage therapist.

"I'd have lines going out of the parlor. Not just because of my skill, but this handsome face." Ren purred. Before you could turn and bop him, the idol resumed his massage.

Once he made sure your soreness was thoroughly taken care of, now came phase two. You could have sworn his hands didn't reach this low before... applying pressure right where your thighs met your ass. Ren hummed a tune, keeping the same nonchalant composure he started with. You couldn't help but gasp as his thumbs pressed in deeper, almost meeting your most sensitive parts.

"Aah.. Ren.. what tension is this supposed to release?" You breathed out as he repeated this intrusive massage once more.

Laying face down, you couldn't see the smirk on his lips. "Hm? You feel tension there?" Naughty, little lamb. He whispered under his breath.

(Let me know if you'd like this continued in a full fic!)

[impishtubist]

Hi! i hope you are doing well. Any chance Dead Man Walking will get an update soon? Thanks!

I always love getting asks about this fic 🥺

Will Dead Man Walking get finished? Yes. Is it getting updated anytime soon? No idea. Right now, original fiction projects and deadlines need to take priority for me.

Here's a lil sneak peek though:

Harry drags Sirius along to the next Weasley family dinner, and in the middle of dessert, he whips a piece of parchment out of his pocket. “Right, you lot,” he said. “We’re going to find a date for Sirius.” Sirius chokes on his water. Bill thumps his back. When he regains his breath, he says, “I’ve been doing just fine on that front, thank you, Harry!”

[op81s]

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send me a 🎧 and i will put my music on shuffle and give you a song and my favourite lyric from it

[baronmpontmercy]

Astarion, lockpicking a gate: simple~*~ 😉 Also Astarion: *immediately crit fails*

[foxgirlplushie]

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[radicalrascals]

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[amphibiahawks321]

[First request about hazbin hotel by Anon]

[Knock Knock]

[DOORS OPEN]

Angel dust : Huh? The hell you two need? I'm kinda in the middle of filming myself

Charlie : angel can you please tone down the whole dirty filming you've been doing In your room? Everyone can hear your excessive noises all the way down

Angel dust : hey it's not my fault I need to film it for a customer of mine also your saying it like I'm the only who's loud in this hotel

Charlie : Weeeeeeeeeell you kinda are considering your a..... Y'know

Angel dust : no I do not know mind explaining?...

[Charlie thought 💭]

How do I say this without being offensive

Charlie : y-you're a guy whose job is to sell your body to make benefits so you don't end up living on the streets?

[She shrug nervously]

[Angel dust then looks at you and said]

Angel dust : Ok Princess fucker what did your too scared swearing princess sweetheart over here just said?

M!Reader : Want me to be brutally honest what she said?

Angel dust : I'm not a stinkin cry baby

M!Reader : She said you're a guy whore whose whole life is about selling his body for 20 dollars an hour for a living so you don't end up on the streets

Angel dust : [Groans] Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine I'll tone down the the moaning part

[DOORS CLOSED]

[Charlie starts hugging Y/N tightly]

Charlie : Thaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuu!

M!Reader : No problem I know how bad you are at swearing

Charlie : it's harder than it looks I swear!

M!Reader : Nah don't worry that's one of the reasons why I love you so much

[icallhimjoey]

obligatory ask for like a poem part 4 and can i just say you are absolutely churning these out, writing so fast (and the quality is still immaculate it's kind of unreal) and I LOVE IT keep em coming keep em coming keep em coming

thaaaaaaaaaanks babeeeee wordcount: 2.6K ----------

Like A Poem 

part one - part two - part three – part four - part five

  “I’m sorry I haven’t told you earlier, but we’re not opening next Saturday so you'll have the day off,” you handed Anne a boxcutter.

“Why?” she immediately put it to use and ripped it through thick cardboard.  

“Some people rented the store out for something.”  

“Like a wedding?” Anne started taking books from the package and handed them to you to lay them out in the store window, dressing it to your best ability.  

“No, it’s for a photoshoot for a magazine. They want to use the store as a backdrop.” You tried your very best to remain ultra-casual about it, but you’d lie if you said it wasn’t a little exciting.

“What magazine?”  

Oh. You realized you had no idea. You’d only contacted the photographer and had just discussed practicalities.  

“I’m not sure actually, but they’re paying enough to still give you a shift’s worth, even though you won’t need to come in.” You wanted to be a good boss and pay Anne what she had expected to be getting at the end of the month.

“I could still come, help out where needed?” Anne shrugged. Her hard exterior sometimes let some softness slip through. Never much, though.  

“I wouldn’t know what you’d be needed for to be honest, it’s just going to be Joe and-”  

“Joe?” Anne interrupted. 

Fuck. You slipped up. You had hoped you wouldn’t have had to get into any detail. You really enjoyed how Joe had anonymity in your store and having to fill Anne in could absolutely ruin that. You mentally kicked yourself for it.  

“Yea, and maybe four or five others, I think,”  

Please don’t press it, please don’t ask any further questions. 

“Is he a photographer?”  

“No,” you sighed. “He’s the one they’ll be taking the photos of.”  

“For what? Joe’s ugly.” Anne tossed the empty box aside to grab a new one, ripping it open swiftly. 

You let out a hearty laugh at Anne’s face. It wasn’t quite displaying disgust, but definitely some hefty confusion. She was so very openly not impressed with him, you loved it. You realized then that, actually, it didn’t matter if she knew. You trusted it wouldn’t really change her opinion of him. 

“Joe’s an actor. And he’s considered… known? Sort of?” 

She didn’t really respond, but you could see gears turn in her mind.  

“Do you watch a lot of TV? Films?” you tried.

“No.” Anne stopped what she was doing to look at you. “I read books.” she deadpanned. Like it was obvious.  

“Yea, that… makes sense.” You had looked at her through narrow eyes and then agreed it was.  

Anne ended up accepting she wouldn’t have to come in next Saturday, and you didn’t speak of the matter again. You had a good look around the store, imagining how it would look through a camera lens. You thought maybe you could get Anne to neaten some shelves, make the place look more presentable, but then had decided against it. Anne could maybe do some extra dusting, but that’d be all.  

Saturday came around fast.  

They had shown up early in the morning, and you had welcomed them in, giving them free range, all access, to set up for the shoot. Joe wasn’t with them and you assumed he’d show up once they were ready for him.

You hadn’t known where to stand, afraid you’d be in the way as four men roamed around, placing lights, unfolding tripods, moving the ladders - someone brought in a full rack of clothing and more things from their car outside… it was a lot of kerfuffle and you had silently retreated to the breakroom to escape it.

They had put music on, and you had really liked their selection. Bear’s Den, Ben Howard, Mumford & Sons and the like filled the store. It was nice.

You had to move your laptop to the very edge of the table when someone, you assumed the stylist, used it for products – hair and make-up. Then shortly after the clothing rack found its way in too.  

The door had been left wide open as they walked in and out and it let in a nice breeze you could feel all the way in the back where you were sat. You could hear small beeps and the shutter of a camera from test shots they were doing, and you kind of enjoyed how these strangers had gotten to work with comfortability in your store, around your things.

“What do you think?” You heard Joe’s voice outside. He had arrived. “Isn’t it so good?”  

You felt your heart swell when you heard the enthusiasm in his voice as he spoke about your store to one of the other guys out by their car, just outside of the entrance.  

“It’s actually better than the other spot we had in mind, well done,”  

The one that fell through, you thought. Had it really fallen through, though? Or had it been an option, something they had discussed as a possible location until Joe had suggested your bookstore? You thought you were doing Joe a favour when you agreed to this, but now you had your suspicions. Maybe one day, if you had the balls, you’d confront him about it if you could remember. 

You weren’t sure why, but seeing Joe walk in and greet his friends in there made you feel a little out of place. Shy, almost. He had gone out of his way to find you, just to give you a smile and say hi and your stomach had done flips.

About an hour later, the shoot really got going. Joe was practically dressed like a librarian, a little too on the nose for you, but he looked good. Hot. You had stationed yourself back in the breakroom after having stepped out shortly to give Joe space to get ready, and you were trying your best to get some administrative work done. You really could use the day to catch up on the more boring things.

But then after a little bit Joe walked in and invaded your space, along with who you gathered was the stylist for this occasion. Before you even had the option to politely excuse yourself so they could have the room for Joe’s wardrobe change, Joe was getting undressed, entirely unphased by your presence.  

You made sure to keep your eyes firmly glued to your laptop screen, thinking that maybe if you stayed really still, they wouldn’t see you. Like meerkats would do, except you didn’t exactly blend in with your surroundings.  

Right. Focus. Orders. You needed to look at what books to order.

But you were a victim to your own ardour and flicked your eyes up to look at Joe. You could see the muscles of his arms move under his skin as he snaked them into a shirt. Then cuffs were rolled up, and you thought to yourself how men rolling up the sleeves of their shirt really was the most non-sexual turn on you could think of. That, and men reversing cars and putting their arm ‘round the back of the passenger seat as they'd check over their shoulder. Oof.  

Then you caught sight of the body-hair on Joe’s torso as the stylist started buttoning the shirt up and you involuntarily cleared your throat in reaction, calling unwanted attention to yourself.  

“Coffee?” you asked when two pairs of eyes found you blushing in your seat, and you quickly got up and turned to the kitchenette to hide your burning cheeks.

The day was long, and it dragged on a bit, you thought. You had been standing outside to look in through the window as they were taking photos of Joe up on one of the ladders. It was perfect; you were out of their way, got some fresh air and could look at Joe from the point of view of the photographer. They really had seen every last inch of the store; you were sure this would be the last set of pictures they would take. You were leaning against the window frame, arms crossed in front of you, the reflection of the sun on the window slightly obscuring your view, but somehow adding to the surreality of the moment. 

The photographer pointed up at Joe as he told him to grab a book to pretend to read. You saw Joe carefully reach for one, and your breath hitched in your throat when you saw him take hold of the one book in your store you’d never sell. 

And Joe’s eyes found yours through the window, twinkling eyes, all smiles, and you could feel yourself slipping, falling deeper in love with him, unable to deny it now. 

“Careful,” you whispered a warning to your heart. “Careful now.”

The next day, Joe had come in and sat in his spot. He’d brought in his notebook again, and you gathered there was more research that needed doing for a job. It felt a little weird after having seen him as the focal point of a professional photoshoot the day before. Joe had been actor Joseph Quinn in here. And now he was the bookstore’s regular silent reader again, like yesterday never happened. 

Anne had bluntly told Joe she had googled him.

“You have?” Joe spoke to her like she was a six-year-old, eyebrows raised high, his lips pulled into a small smirk, but not looking up from his writing. It granted a laugh from you. Anne had in response just looked at him, blank faced, and then she had looked at you the same. No further words were spoken on the subject. 

It had taken a little while for Joe to see any of the photographs taken, but when he had received a couple of them in an e-mail, he had slapped his laptop shut to take it with him to show you.  

He was almost skipping down the street towards the store, excited for your reaction. He didn’t need you to see him in the photos, he needed you to see how whimsical and kaleidoscopic your store looked in them. 

But when Joe passed the window of the bookstore before getting to the door, he noticed that it looked uncharacteriscally dark inside. And when he wanted to open the door, ready to lean into it with his full body weight, he was abruptly stopped. 

Locked. 

The sign on the door read closed. Joe peered inside, but it was empty. He then checked his watch; ten past four. Closed on a Friday afternoon.

Weird.

Maybe you had just taken a day off. Joe had never thought about your work schedule, and realized that since meeting you, you’d been open every day of the week. It had never crossed his mind that you didn’t get days off, which obviously now, it made sense that some days the store would be closed. You deserved breaks like any other person. Joe just didn’t like that it meant he wouldn’t get to come into his favourite place. And without warning too.

A little disappointed, Joe decided then that he’d come back the next day. He could show you the images then.

The next day, Joe had gone back, and it had just gone past ten. Still closed. But on a Saturday? Something wasn’t adding up, Joe thought. Could he text you and ask? He did have your number now, but he hadn’t used it yet. Joe decided against it. For now. Maybe later.

He had gone for breakfast somewhere, got his coffee fix someplace else and he hadn’t liked it. After that, he decided he’d walk by the store once more, just to check, in case you’d just been a little late opening that day. 

But he could see it from a fair ways away: still dark inside. No A frame out front.

When he got closer, he saw that something had changed though. An armchair seemed to be missing, and when he finally stood right in front of the window, Joe saw you.

You had turned one of the armchairs away from the window, so it was now facing into the store, and Joe could see the top of your head peeking out just above the backrest. He tried taking a few steps to the left, and then to the right, but there was no angle for him to see your face or to catch your attention. All he could see was that you had curled up, settled deep into the plush cushions, a throw blanket over your lap and you were reading a book you were halfway through already.

For a second he toyed with the idea of knocking on the window, but then he saw you pull your sleeve over your hand, and bring it up to your face to press it firmly into your cheeks, blotting both sides.

You were crying.

Joe then realized you had probably turned the chair away from the window for a reason, and he didn’t want to intrude. He could show you the photographs another time, when the store would be open, and when you wouldn’t be wiping tears from your face. Joe hoped that the reason for your tears had just been a sad book. That nothing else had happened that was bad enough for you to not open up shop. He lingered by the window entirely too long, he knew. But he didn’t want to leave. You were crying. And even though you had kept a somewhat professional distance from Joe, all he really wanted to do in that moment was comfort you and make it better. 

And then you had gotten up from your seat, and Joe watched you, messy hair and comfortable clothes, disappear into the back. 

When you walked back out, carefully clutching a mug of steaming tea with both hands, you saw him. Joe.

He was just standing there, his face inches away from the glass and it had stopped you in your tracks. For a second, you just looked at each other, your cheeks tear stained and chest still spasming from crying, actively hyperventilating still but trying your best to struggle through staying calm and you saw deep sympathy etched into Joe’s face. 

Joe knew from the moment he laid eyes on your face that it couldn’t have been just a book. Something was wrong, and every fiber in Joe’s being screamed at him to fix it.

You didn’t know what to do, but when Joe nodded his head towards the door, you made your way over to unlock it. Joe was allowed in, you decided.

“You’re closed.” Joe said when you opened the door for him. You nodded; glad it wasn’t a question that needed an answer from you. Joe felt his chest tighten when he heard how erratic your breathing was. 

“I was looking for a mensroom.” Joe reminded you of the first time he’d walked into the store months ago. You couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth a little, your eyes still wet. 

“We have-” your stuttered breath interrupted your speech. “We have one in the back.” You replied the way you'd done back then and stepped aside to let Joe in, locking the door back up behind him.

“Can I…?” Joe didn’t finish his question but took hold of the armchair that was still in the window and pushed it to place it next to the other one. And then he had stepped toward a display, had let his eyes scan over a few books before picking one up and sitting down.

There he was. In your granddad’s armchair. Quiet. Reading. Just there, exactly where you needed him.  

part five ------

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[boypussydilf]

I simply MUST know your Zoruru headcanons 👀 he's my Special Little Guy!!!

ZORURUUUUUUUU THE GUY WITH, AS WEVE ESTABLISHED ON THIS BLOG, EVERY PROBLEM! i dont really think about him that often, but i Do Like Him

Sexuality Headcanon: You know I’ve never thought about it before. And now that I have thought about it: I still got nothing. No Particular Opinion

Gender Headcanon: nonbinary i think. zoruru has a very specific and personal gender and he would actually be very happy to talk to people about it, if anyone would FUCKING listen to him

A ship I have with said character: I HAVE NONE </3 ive seen several but nothing really appeals that much to me. Let’s start shipping zoruru with random side characters and one-off characters until we find a ship too funny not to get weirdly invested in

A BROTP I have with said character: THE ENTIRE GARURU PLATOON. It’s just osmosis from Pretty Much Everyone depicting them as a weird tight knit little found family, but like. They’re a weird tight knit little found family. It’s both sweet and hilarious to imagine Zoruru being genuinely close with these people. He gets home from his failed murder attempt on Dororo and then hangs out with his irritating little brothers who ask him tactless and uncomfortably personal questions about the whole being a cyborg thing.

A NOTP I have with said character: DONT REALLY HAVE ANYTHING HERE EITHER

A random headcanon: For basically all of his screentime he’s like. you know. busy with violent rampages or the angst of being chronically lonely. But I think when he’s like. Normal. Assuming he’s normal sometimes. He likes to do just… like… very quiet and chill things. I’m talking this is a man who sits in his room and reads a lot. Either that or he listens to bubblegum pop. Or both! Anon give me your zoruru thoughts

General Opinion over said character: HES NEAT <3 i dont have Super strong feelings about him i dont think about him very much. but like. He has limited screentime and he makes every moment of what he does get stellar. An absolute joy to watch. Also, I really like the way his hand moves. There’s just something satisfying about it.

[noctiilio]

Can't believe im saying this but apparently i have to!

I DO NOT, AND I MEAN DO NOT, SUPPORT L*LICON. What the hell. What year is this. Why do i have to say this out loud it should be common sense. I am exploding you with my mind. Anyways if that's in your url, your blog title, or if i catch you out right defending or reblogging that shit you are OUT of my house and i want nothing to do with you thaaaaaaaaaanks

[tmntmiceandturtles]

eating this shit up actually

very crunchy artstyle, great iteration 10/10

-case :)

THAAAAAAAAAANK YOUUUUUU

[dashielldeveron]

finally… I have completed my tenko doodles!!!! These took the longest because no one tells u how hard it is to draw a guy looking tender when in almost all reference material he’s looking absolutely insane. Like I almost scraped the drawing of the ice cream shop scene because it felt like something was wrong with it, but I love that scene so much and i had to draw it. His smile.. His laugh. anyway . . I love Tenko in this fic 😭😭😭😭😭 I love my runescape bf so much, he’s so thoughtful when he gets reader lovely noise canceling headphones because they’re stuck with shitty wired ones that they keep losing, SPEAKING OF. I loved the little mentions of the fact that reader kept having stuff go missing and Tenko randomly finding these things in his room, and it gradually escalates to them finding out so welll .ur attention to detail is insane. Another thing about this fic I love is that the dynamic goes crazy. it felt like getting kicked down the stairs reading about all the shit reader has to deal with, like it was so awful I had to take a heal cause I felt so bad for them 😭😭😭 but!! Tenko is actually there for them and they actually have someone that they can talk to!! And reader helps him in the same way… its healing.. anyway sorry for yap, your writing is incredible and it makes sososo inspired. I hope u enjoy the art and I look forward to whenever you update soulmate troupe next!!! So excited to see who the mystery guy is

i think you succeeded tremendously, because i'm LOOKING at the CUTEST boy EVER. you made him adorable :) oh he SMILES he BLUSHES he HOLDS my HEART in his PALM. and his hair looks sooooo fluffy and soft; you're really good at drawing hair that begs to be played with. if i saw that adorrrrrable smile across my ice cream table, i would lose all will power and kiss his beautiful face. and his arms 👀 his tits 👀 gosh. a hug WOULD make me feel better, muscle boy!!!! reader's thousand-yard stare at CBT--the wideset eyes make it ever funnier, and even the more minimal strokes you took to draw his hair in that doodle still suggest the fluffiness--love it. and the beautiful, flowery, wingman dabi next to existential-dread-condom shigaraki could be a beautiful meme format. made me cackle i LOVE them your honour

for shigaraki and reader, life has made them resilient, and then love makes it easy. they NEED each other, i think, in a way that aches. and personally i need him to live happily ever after. it's what he deserves.

next chapter is going along!! it is long of ass and has required a lot of plot reworking bc i am making it Hard for Myself on Purpose for Some Reason, but i think i have finally hammered things down. rn i only have five scenes left to write, but they are Long of Ass scenes. it's been kind of funny writing this route bc i wasn't super attracted to this character going in, but i've talked myself into loving him sooooo much lolololol. i hope i can get it out soonish!!! as always, your art is incredible and makes my heart sing and me want to write more!!!! thaaaaaaaaaank you so much!!!!!!