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natsuphoria · 10 months

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Hihi! I loved ur first fic w/ natsume and jun! If u don't mind could u write abt Eichi, Keito and Nazuna having a crush on reader but the reader is super oblivious </3 and thinks they're just supperr close and calls them "nii-chan"

thank you anon! i didnt know much about these characters so this was a fun challenge <3 (everyone say thank you cherry, reze and qian for helping liddle ol’ me with characterisation!) also oblivious reader is so silly /pos

eichi, keito & nazuna crushing on an oblivious reader

they/them pronouns used for reader in keito's part; no pronouns in other parts

eichi would be confused at first, but it eventually makes way for amusement!

he’s a busy man, but he makes sure to make time for you. you’re incredibly important to him… even if you’re not aware of just how much.

at first he thinks he’s doing something wrong – much of his knowledge on courting and romance comes from movies and books, so he’s unsure as to whether such things are okay in real life.

he invites you to tea… or to a fancy dinner… he buys you whatever you even glance at… and all he’s met with is a sweet smile and a bright “thank you, nii-chan!”

ah… he’s not very sure on how to proceed. cue the signature eichi faint smile ^_^

he’s not very creative in this department, so i’d expect him to start consuming more romance media to gain inspiration… he's hitting the books yall look at him go!!

due to this, a lot of his courting methods are traditional and cliche, but it’s incredibly endearing that he tries so hard! or it would be, if you were aware that he was courting you in the first place…

i’d think eichi is quite the clingy person – he hasn’t had many friends or acquaintances, so to find someone he likes so much? someone who (probably. arguably. possibly.) likes him back just as much? he’s going to be so protective of you.

it’s very obvious how much he favours you! at least to everyone else -.- he’d have a special seat in his office just for you… your favourite tea blends (or other drinks, if you don’t like tea!) just within reach…

it’s visible in the way his voice softens almost imperceptibly when he’s speaking to you, or the way a smile slips onto his face when your name pops up in conversation.

though he thinks your oblivion is amusing – aren’t you just the cutest, most innocent thing? – he’s well aware of his clock ticking down. he won’t admit it, but he’s quite afraid that he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he wants to. he’ll have to speed things up… maybe he’d just have to ask you directly? you’re sure to say yes, right?

keito & nazuna below the cut!

ah, keito. he’d be losing his mind actually.

this man is absolutely an overthinker. his huge wrinkly brain is working overtime for sure.

it’s silly because both of you would be oblivious at first! meaning, keito wouldn’t notice his little crush until someone else points it out to him.

even then, he’d be firmly in denial… such feelings are utterly foreign to him. plus, he has no idea what to do with them!?

confess, keito. shoot your shot, that’s what. ← real words from his lecture club

he’s not likely to confess to you unless he knows for sure that you like him back. he likes having a solid plan to follow, and feels much more at ease when he can anticipate every outcome.

but you’re not gonna make it that easy for him, are you?

he really does try his best… but he has unconventional ways of showing his affection

he nags at you quite a bit! i hope you like his lectures 0(-( he just wants you to be at your best i promise.

romantic words aren’t really his forte. this man is incredibly awkward when it comes to you, so any attempts to rizz you up end in him getting embarrassed and fleeing the scene.

100% he comes up to fix your collar or your tie and he’s so flustered from the proximity but you’re just like :DD nii-chan!!! and there’s a pang in his chest.

"i smiled at them more than normal why dont they get it" "keito you looked constipated" /hj

he’d probably write manga about you… or create a character that’s clearly inspired by you… please, please take the hint ;-;

he’d be crazy frustrated!! he’s not getting through to you at all and it’s driving him insane. this is solidly outside his comfort zone too, he’s not exactly having a fun time. he thinks he’s doing something wrong, or that this is your way of telling him you’re not interested… poor keito :(

someone close to him would have to coax him into telling you directly!! even then, it would take him a fair amount of time to psych himself up enough to act.

when it happens, though, he'd be a blushing, stuttering mess -- such a far cry from his usual calm demeanour.

nazuna is a sweetheart tbh...

he's already an affectionate and caring person, but it's turned up tenfold with you! it's pretty obvious when he has taken a liking to someone.

nazuna strikes me as someone who has to have a solid friendship before they can develop a crush, so the two of you probably already have a good relationship!

he dotes on you a ton, and checks up on you the same way he does his unitmates! he just wants you all to do your best, and he's unconditionally proud of you regardless of the outcome. he makes sure you know it too.

sure, he likes being called nii-chan by his juniors, but theres a certain pang in his chest when it's coming from you, especially when you sound so sincere about it.

ah... maybe he's taken on a brotherly role from your perspective... how would he go about expressing his interest in you instead? he's extremely respectful about it. nazuna drinks his respect people juice daily ^_^)b

he doesn't really know a way other than showering you with even more affection. loving you comes so easily to him! how could it not? you're so incredibly precious, he just wants to see you happy :)

poor guy gets overwhelmed easily, though... the combination of your sweet smile and your oblivious reactions to his advances makes his head swim!! if he's not careful? if he gets worked up enough and acts rashly? he might just go in for the kiss straightaway...

tags: @tokusaatsus, @kalimism

#✧ jes writes #eichi tenshouin x reader #keito hasumi x reader #nazuna nito x reader #eichi x reader #keito x reader #nazuna x reader #enstars x reader #eichi tenshouin #keito hasumi #nazuna nito #enstars

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castielsprostate · 9 months

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having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sjonnie.text #this is about any skill by the way #writing art music crochet knitting editing #literally so so so so wild #yes this is about isaac and cody and taylor and nick and joey and dean and rain and mer and greg and jo and amanda and pie and zeph and jes #and daphne and jack and merv and angie and #sam and dex and jenna and tj and nahla and jenny and val and em and literally every single other one of my mutuals!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!#you all are so talented it's SO cool #40k

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supreme-leader-stoat · 2 years

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With full respect to the Professor, if I were to ever work a "subject cannot be killed by any living man" prophecy into one of my stories, I think I'd want to actually play with the 'living' part of the condition instead of 'male' or even 'human.' Imagine the drama if Bob Redshirt, beloved secondary character, looses an arrow at the villain, kicks the bucket himself while it's in flight, and posthumously lands a perfect shot.

#then again the big bad escaping the heroes only to be mauled to death by mountain lions does carry with it a certain je ne sais quoi #writing ideas

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bizarrelittlemew · 5 months

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favorite quotes from this interview with writer Jes Tom (wrote S2E7 with Natalie Torres)

#we've been writing about coconut oil all this time when whale blubber was right there aksjdhjsk #“they keep running out of it because people keep using it as lube” i would love to hear stede bitch about this like with the oranges #also “these characters are gay. they're openly gay. they're being really gay. all the time. in public” new fav quote #ofmd #ofmd s2 #interview #jes tom #our flag means death

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magnetictapedatastorage · 7 months

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i need like 500 million dyke dramas set in the "i am not an easy man" universe (but no men) ritght now. 275478126598763472697856 nasty toxic butches immediately. can you hear me is anyone else vibing with this. need a mafia movie entirely composed of fat butches who strangle people and their disturbingly waifish wives that haunt the narrative or something. fight club (i didn't watch it) but with butches. just delete men from everything and replace them with women who (and this is key) are EQUALLY toxic but it's ok because they are hot. [microphone explodes]

#i am not an easy man #je ne suis pas un homme facile #i can barely write two words in this type of setting myself #my brain just starts arcing electricity and putting off sparks and banging #lesbian yaoi

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randomingoftherandomness · 3 months

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The way Jihyuk's confession is tinged with such sweet sorrow... Let me explain.

I'm probably off base and just. Reading into the acting choices that Na Inwoo is making right now, but like. It's so sad. Like, he's saying it and you as the audience knows he means it, but there's this sense of "ah, but i know she won't actually say yes even if i bare my all to her". And he's doing just that. He's laying it down on the table for her to see that he's absolutely sincere about her and he is 100% sure and serious about her.

But what thrills me to no end about his confession is how he also lays out the boundaries for her without disrespecting himself. He tells her to take her time to think about it but not to reject him outright, and how he won't pressure her or push the issue, and in the next moment actively SHOWS her and articulates to her that he won't be jumping into the same taxi as she is and will be taking the next one.

Jihyuk continuously walks the talk when he tells her she can rely on him. He fulfils his promise to teach her martial arts and gives actionable advice. He is quick to notice (something Jiwon picks up on) that her proposal is getting hijacked and tacitly plays along. Of course, you could argue that him being from the future has already given him insight that the Manager in charge is gonna land himself in hot water, BUT STILL :D

Is it any wonder how he is the greenest green of flags? ;A; Also sidenote, the way Na Inwoo was acting out the confession scene reminded me a lot of this very beloved cinematic moment of mine

And to a slighter degree, it reminded me of the moment where Hua Cheng tells Xie Lian "... I am your most ardent devotee"

i'm gonna go scream into a bed of moss rn

#marry my husband #na in woo #park min young #kdrama #i started 2024 with a drama that has me in a chokehold #gab writes stuff #je ne regrette rien

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bigbrotherlouis · 7 months

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i would love to hear more about mcstrome 🫡

realistically i'm sure it's the age-old story of two kids end up in the same place and become best friends because of proximity and then once they leave being in each others' presence and grow up into adults that friendship fades away but there's still fondness there.

however fictionally? alexa play ribs by lorde

you are fifteen years old. you are fifteen years old and you have been drafted to a new team in a new city in a new country. you are the youngest person on your team and you are probably the best person on your team and you are eight hours from home, granted special exception to be drafted a year early into the OHL and you are proving yourself against boys two, three, four years older than you, but despite it all your team finishes almost dead last. you are rookie of the year.

you are sixteen years old. you are sixteen years old, and the second best player in the draft, the draft that should've been yours but wasn't, is coming to your team. you know him. you meet him in the summer and you're already friends, fast friends, and you've been dreaming about being teammates again. he talks fast and he's fiercely loyal and he keeps up with you on the ice and he reminds you of home. he is not your best friend yet but he will be. he invites you home during the summers and asks if you want to play street hockey with him. you come and you sit on the sidelines, already conscious of the worth of your body enough that you know this is not something you should be participating in. he doesn't care, though, captain of a team, yelling at mitch marner who is an awful goalie and keeps letting in goals, and winning that summer. you go to the beach together, pale and stretched out on the sand, and now you are best friends.

you are seventeen years old. you are seventeen years old and they have just named you the captain of your team. you're wearing the letter with pride but people are talking about you like you're the second coming of hockey jesus. they've been talking about you for a while now, but this feels like more. this feels heavy. you break your hand in a fight in november because you are, after all, still a teenage boy. you sit out and watch as your best friend lights up the ice. he is the best person out there when you're on the bench and it shows in the stats and the points. he can tell you all the stats and the points because he's good at remembering those. he says he can remember every single play he's ever made and honestly? you kind of believe him. the haunting specter of the draft covers your entire year, looming in the corners of your vision, colouring every interaction. you are good, and he is good, and there is no chance of being drafted together, no matter how much you secretly hope. the calendar is a countdown clock towards your end, but you make him promise you will stay best friends because you don't really know what you will do without him.

you are eighteen years old. you are eighteen years old and edmonton has already made your jersey even though the draft hasn't happened yet. the graveyard of first overalls and rumors of a curse after gretzky left. you're the next gretzky and you're the next coming of hockey jesus and the entire city is waiting for your salvation. he goes third. phoenix, which is the literal opposite of edmonton. you hang off of him the entire weekend before, realising that this is the crescendo. you will never be otters together again. there's little chance you'll even be teammates again, so you cling tight even as you're so breathlessly excited for the moment your name get called first. you trip off the stage in a jersey that doesn't quite fit right but has your name on the back, and quietly ask if you can watch this next pick before you go backstage. you twine yourselves in a hug when he follows behind and it feels awfully like a goodbye.

now.

you are eighteen years old. you are eighteen years old and your best friend is drafted number one overall. you always knew he was better. you always knew he was made for more, so it doesn't hurt. you're happy to follow in his footsteps because you are his best friend and nothing will ever change that. besides, third is still a good number. amazing, even. they send you back to erie but you expected that. no one makes it to the show unless they are exceptional or a team is desperate, and edmonton is both. he scores his first nhl point in his third game and you are named captain of the otters. life is good. he breaks his collarbone less than a month in, shattering his rookie dreams. he comes home to you, in erie, because no one else understands him like you do. no one knows how to manage him when he's broken and angry, but you have patience and a lot of love and loyalty. you lie in your big bed and take up most of the mattress, two grown boys in the dark, and you don't kiss him. you could, but you don't.

you are nineteen years old. you are nineteen years old and he is named captain of his nhl team, also at nineteen. he is the youngest captain in history. thirteen days later, you score your first point. a month after that, arizona sends you packing back to erie. this time it hurts. you were doing your best and it wasn't bad and your best friend is captain of the oilers and you are playing with your high school team again. they make you captain for the second year in a row, but it's not the oilers and it's not the coyotes, so does it actually fucking matter? you are determined to prove everyone wrong and so you drag your team to the memorial cup. you win and it feels like a fuck you and it is maybe the best moment of your goddamn life. your phone is quiet. you haven't had any texts from edmonton for months.

you are twenty years old. you are twenty years old and this is finally your goddamn year. except-- you go pointless in two games and arizona decides that's not good enough. you've aged out of the otters so you pack your bag for tuscon instead. you spend your winter bouncing between the nhl and the ahl, sometimes so fast it makes you sick. winter in the desert feels weird, feels barren. you lie on your floor under the a/c and deliberately do not think of the time you almost kissed your ex-best friend. he's your ex-best friend because he's got a new one up there, draisaitl who also went third but the year before you. he can keep up with him, even better than you can, because he's not being bounced up and down. you wonder if draisaitl ever wants to kiss him. you wonder if draisaitl ever has.

you are twenty one years old. you are twenty one years old and you are a draft bust. they've been calling you that for years but now they're right. arizona trades you to chicago for practically nothing, which is embarrassing, but it's alright because you've got an old otter, brinksy, there on your team. you're nothing special, but you're nothing bad either. if only you hadn't touched the hem of hockey jesus as a teenager. if only you hadn't known what greatness tastes like. when you face off against edmonton, he won't meet your eye. he slides out of the centre dot and draisaitl steps in and wins the draw.

you are twenty three years old. you are twenty three years old and you have a girlfriend now, a pretty one, and it's-- good. your team makes it to the weird-ass playoffs in august, because there's a pandemic now, and you get trapped in a hotel in edmonton. your girlfriend tells you that she's pregnant right before you leave, like right before, and you can barely care about anything else. you barely care that he is two floors below you and the last message in your texts was a happy birthday! three years ago. unimaginably, you knock him out of the playoffs on his home ice. in the handshake line, he offers you his palm and his eyes skate over you like you're a stranger.

you are twenty five years old. you are twenty five years old, and on yet another new team. that's good, though, even if he will always be so much better. your fiance asks if she should send an letter to an edmonton address and you hesitate. you are no longer friends anymore. you haven't been for years and years, even if you lie when the press ask. but you loved him, once. you loved him so much that you were part of him and he was part of you, and the teenager on a shared bed in the dark will not let you forget that. you put his name down on an envelope.

so.

you are twenty five years old. you are twenty five years old and a wedding invitation arrives at your front door. you slide your fingernail under the flap and freeze when you see the faces on the front. there's a secret you will never tell anyone, not even on your deathbed, but you think of it now. it takes up so much space in your lungs that you can barely breathe. and it hurts. your girlfriend, who you love very much finds you shredding paper into a wastebasket and asks if everything is alright. you lie. you can't imagine not lying and so she doesn't catch you at it. you tell her that you've always wanted to go to manchester, england. you tell her that you should plan a trip for the summer, and you end up on a plane to a different continent while your ex-best friend is getting married back home.

you are sixteen years old. you are sixteen years old and flat on your back at the beach, listening to the water lap up on shore. beside you, he drops to the ground to stretch out too, his bare arm pressing up against your own. it dawns on you, as consuming and as present as gravity, that you are in love with him. it dawns on you that maybe you always be.

you're the only friend i need / sharing beds like little kids / we'll laugh until our ribs get tough / but that will never be enough

#you: can you tell me about mcstrome?#me: writes 1800 words in second person and hopes for the best #second favourite dstrome couple for REAL #ugh i miss them #the most hurty and star crossed lovers story #dylan strome #connor mcdavid #mcstrome #connordylan #hockey #hockey boys #2015 draft class #jes thank you for sending mcstrome anons my way:)))

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crazylittlejester · 7 days

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yknow those scenes in movies where something horrific and awful just happened to a character and the audio is cut so it’s dead silent (except maybe some soft music in the back) and you just see a character close to them screaming in absolute agony but you can’t hear anything at all because there is just absolutely nothing they can do to fix the situation, and they know it, and it’s ripping them apart from the inside out and it feels as though something has just broken and can never be repaired again, and you as the viewer can just feel something shatter deep in your bones?

^^^this but time and wars

#im trying to create this effect through writing #we’ll find out together if it works-#anyways thanks mandarin wars anon for bringing out the crazy person in me with ur prompt 🥺#im having so much fun >:)#I might ACTUALLY have to send Wars to therapy after this one…#time for SURE is going to need therapy after this #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #jes talks #jes rambles

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artistotel · 1 month

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me and my gf have an oc named dr darling (yes its a blackadder reference) who has a degree in xeno-pedagogy and she raised maul, and even though everyone in the empire has a doctorate in space racism she managed to also have it in regular racism towards irish and slavs. her plumber is from imotski her electrician is from čačak

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natsuphoria · 10 months

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hello my little friend :) i'll start nice. can i request some fluff with alkaloid? platonic or romantic, up to you <3

hello gayass :) i hope you read these and explode (affectionate) :3 i would say these lean towards romantic but aira’s and mayoi’s could be seen as platonic <3

alkaloid + fluff

reader : gender neutral, no pronouns used, reader bakes in tatsumi's scenario type : scenarios warnings : none word count : 1024... yeah i kinda got carried away

a pleasant shiver runs from the back of your head to the base of your spine as you rouse from your slumber. you yawn softly, nuzzling into the warmth pressed against your cheek, and stilling in surprise when the warmth hugs you back.

“you’re awake?” you feel the rumble of hiiro’s voice in his chest before you hear it. you make a noncommittal sound – not really saying something or the other, just letting him know you’re awake – and readjust your head, your ear pressed to his chest. hiiro hums and moves a hand to your shoulder, squeezing softly. the two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

the strong, steady thump of his heart makes you smile, and you close your eyes in an attempt to hear it better. “are you trying to fall asleep again?” hiiro asks, an audible smile in the lilt of his voice. your answering silence has him chuckling, and strong arms pull you to a sitting position beside him. “it’s a new day! you can’t go back to sleep now – we’ve got so much to do!” the sweet smile hiiro gives you makes something burst in your chest, filling it with warmth. maybe waking up isn’t so bad if you get to see that smile.

maybe waking up isn’t so bad if he’ll be here with you again as you drift off tonight. aira, mayoi and tatsumi below the cut!

“waa~ that was so cool!” you can practically see the sparkles around aira as he wears a content, closed-eye smile.

he’d been looking forward to this live for weeks, and gushing about it for even longer. it was held by a fairly new unit – he had rambled to you about it once over lunch – but it had become somewhat of an overnight sensation. the day he had gotten the tickets, aira had come running to you, holding out a ticket and asking with wide eyes if you’d like to go with him. you had accepted, so now here you are, linking arms with the boy as you amble along the pavement.

“did you enjoy it?”

you don’t think it’s possible for him to look any happier, but your assurance that yes, you did enjoy it very much has him clapping his hands and bouncing in glee. the scene makes something soft blossom in your chest, expanding to fill your ribs and escaping you as an amused laugh.

“you know, i’m glad you don’t comment much on how much i like idols,” he starts, fiddling with the keychains on his bag. “most people are surprised that an idol likes idols so much, and say some weird things about it. but you just accept it as a part of me, a-and let me talk about them… uh, did i say something wrong?” he blinks at your wide-eyed expression as you try not to burst into tears at his admission. or grab him and shake him like a maraca.

the best you can do is aggressively reassure him that you’ll always listen to him talk about his interests. his resulting laugh has your face lighting up as well. “does that mean you’ll come with me to more lives?”

“wh-what are you doing!?”

mayoi, after much coaxing, has finally agreed to put his head in your lap. even so, he refuses to put his full weight on you – my sins may be too much for you to bear! – choosing instead to hold himself above you, muscles tensed. you had just ghosted your fingers over his hair when he had gasped, pulling his shoulders up to his ears as if trying to hide in his shell.

i’m playing with your hair, you say matter-of-factly, and he whimpers at the thought of your hand on his scalp. “you can’t!” he protests weakly. “i – you’ll be tainted!”

by what, mayoi, you ask, before switching tactics. you assure him that it’s alright, that you want to do this. nothing’s gonna happen to you. nothing’s gonna happen to anyone. your determination is rewarded when he eventually relents, his face hidden in his hands as you undo the ribbon holding his braid.

the first contact of your fingertips against his scalp sends a shudder down his spine, a soft sob escaping him. you smile softly as you continue your ministrations, carding your fingers through his long strands. you admire how well-maintained his hair is… the colour, the texture... and before you know it, he’s completely relaxed, fully resting his head in your lap.

he sighs contentedly, almost nuzzling his head into your hand like a cat. soon enough, his breathing evens out and you know he’s fallen asleep. be sure to savour every moment now – you’d want to be able to assure him that this was nice when he wakes up apologetic, right?

you feel a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the sudden contact makes you stiffen a little, but the gentle press of tatsumi’s lips against your cheek has you almost melting in his arms.

“they look delicious," he says, referring to the sheet of cookies you're about to put in the oven. you laugh – that's uncooked dough, tatsumi, you'll get sick – and he chuckles in response. "my point still stands," he remarks. "i can hardly wait until they're ready to eat."

you feel tatsumi's soft gaze on you as you place the tray in the oven. growing flustered, you buy time by fussing over the temperature, hoping that he'll look away...

...which does not work. when you stand up and turn to face him, tatsumi's right in front of you, his smile so filled with adoration that it makes something twist in your chest. he takes your hands in his, and you slowly begin to dance to a silent song – a song composed just for the two of you, heard only by the two of you.

the aroma of your baked goods wafts through the air. you let out a flustered laugh and for a second he feels as if he’s reverted to a grinning, blushing, lovestruck boy. the lights in the kitchen are far from flattering, but to tatsumi? he swears you have never looked more beautiful than in this moment, right between his arms.

tags : @tokusaatsus @avigenshin @sleepypengwin @cxffeelings

wanna be added to my taglist?

#✧ jes writes #hiiro amagi x reader #aira shiratori x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #tatsumi kazehaya x reader #hiiro x reader #aira x reader #mayoi x reader #tatsumi x reader #enstars x reader #alkaloid x reader #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #mayoi ayase #tatsumi kazehaya #enstars #alkaloid

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madrabit · 16 days

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We're all mourning Jan's hair, but may I bring you my ✨️ lil parisian Bojči and his grungy boyfriend Jan ✨️ moodboard?

The thought has been in my head for days and I just couldn't not make this!!!

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krenenbaker · 5 months

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Rook Ballet Headcanons!

Now that we know Rook has CANONICALLY started taking ballet lessons, these are some thoughts I have as to some of his possible preferences with it! While I know that he's still learning the basics, if he were to continue further, he would probably get quite good!

He already has some of the necessary core and upper-body strength for ballet, and I'm sure that the cardio aspect wouldn't be a huge challenge for him, either. However, he stated in his Platinum Jacket vignette that he has struggled some with balance and ankle stability, so for the most part, he would be primarily working to strengthen his leg muscles - specifically those of the hip, thigh, and ankle - and increasing overall flexibility. With that work, in combination with the poise and grace he already has in his movements, he could become a fantastic danseur!

Now, for his preferences...

To begin, his uniform: I see Rook as likely preferring tights rather than shorts, and a leotard rather than a shirt. He'd also likely choose a cap or short sleeve over a tank, at least for the most part. and he seems as if he'd be quite drawn to a zip-front (or high-neck) leotard.

He'd also prefer grey canvas ballet slippers, grey tights, and a white leotard, though there's a chance he'd wear black slippers and tights instead.

For reference, Rook's preferred dancewear would be somewhat like this:

or perhaps this:

He'd also need to tie his hair back, of course, as he does for P.E., Beanfest, etc. (It would be wise for him to pin back the loose strands, too... though chances are, he wouldn't do that, except for recitals.)

Now, for the steps, I've added in some video examples, in case you aren't familiar with ballet terminology.

I'll begin with what Rook may struggle with, at least at first. Based on his main problem areas (ankle stability and balance), any sort of step which involves being en relevé ("on rise" on ones' toes) would be somewhat difficult, as well as some centre work. Grand pliés and développés in the centre would likely be hard for him when he first begins, until he has toned the proper muscles. And for a similar reason, he may struggle with turns, especially fouettés, pirouettes, and chaînés. Rook may dislike chaînés especially, as even with proper spotting technique, they can be quite disorienting.

However, he'd LOVE things like cabrioles, Italian pas de chat (in this video, alternating with glissés), saut de Basque, jeté en tournant, tour jeté, and similar steps. They each have a certain... sensation about them; when performed, these steps give a feeling of almost soaring through the air. He'd find them to be beautiful, and powerful to both perform and watch.

Rook would also adore the fluidity of pas de valse / balancé, and have a lot of fun with exercises which feature them!

he'd also love dancing any sort of pas de deux, even if he didn't have much chance to do it. being able to feel the interplay and balance between him and his partner, and build that sense of trust would be fantastically beautiful to him, possibly even more than watching a pas de deux.

There are likely a number of other steps and various variations (perhaps the Coppélia Act I Franz variation, for example?) which Rook would find to be enjoyable during his time taking ballet. And - should he continue with dance - Rook may just find another form of art he falls in love with!

#twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #twst rook #rook platinum jacket #holy crow... my ballet background was REAWAKENED by that vignette #and did I heavily insert my own preferences into this post?#...no #(yes)#although I do honestly think that these would be the steps that Rook would struggle with and the steps he'd enjoy #also... that Coppélia variation is maybe my favourite one - it has most of my favourite steps; plus it's from a fantastic ballet #mon beau chasseur ♡#non... mon beau danseur ♡#je t'adore ♡#je t'aime ♡#krenenbaker's :)#scheduling this to post in the morning because I finished writing this rather late :)

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isitsafetodrinktherainwater32 · 2 months

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pokémon (legends...) z coming out after 3000 years... holy baguette!!!!

#pokemon x and y #epic joe art #serena pokemon #calem pokemon #so sorry to every french person i might have upset by writing holy baguette. je suis very sorry.#i gasped when i saw the goddamn lumiose city tower in the trailer it was crazy

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oksurethisismyname · 6 months

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Zoro, squinting at a smudged sentence on his palm: pee juh prawndruh oon beer?

Sanji: ok THATS actually cute, yes, you may

#roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #inappropriate use of my french language skills #puis-je is a polite May I #I like to imagine Zoro is just sitting in the library letting Robin write French phrases on his hands #it’d be bad if she decided to use that for evil…#Zosan #truly nothing is cuter to me than people trying to earnestly read in a world language that isn’t their own

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jeschalynn · 6 months

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fashionable misfortune

pairing: barbatos x f!reader

cw: sfw mostly. suggestive content, implied mischief and jealousy. reader is fem-bodied, implied shorter than barbatos and uses she/her pronouns. self-ship coded.

word count: 1.3k+

a/n: this was written for @love-and-lore's fall event for the prompt sweater.

“I heard there was an unfortunate accident in the laundry room today.”

Barbatos stood nearby and watched his young master finish his evening supper. “I’m surprised you heard about it,” he commented mildly.

Diavolo laughed between bites of his meal. “It was hard to ignore Raphael threatening Number Five with a rain of spears if something like that ever happened again.”

What happened was a series of unfortunate events that started earlier that day. You had just arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle to have lunch with Barbatos, a quiet moment in his otherwise hectic day that he could spend focused on nothing but you. A warm autumn vegetable soup and freshly baked bread with butter awaited you. He didn’t recognize the thick wool sweater you wore, and he hid his private displeasure when you told him that Raphael made it for you.

“He made sweaters for the other angels and said he had enough leftover wool to make one for me too.”

Barbatos found it hard to believe that the angel conveniently had enough wool, dyed a subtle blend of fall colours that matched your eyes perfectly, but he kept that thought to himself. He must’ve been quiet for too long, or perhaps his annoyance bled into his expression.

You tugged nervously at the sleeves, shuffling on your feet while you tried not to let his scrutiny bother you. “Do you like it?”

“It looks lovely on you,” he responded warmly and honestly. His only regret, one he didn’t admit outloud, was that he hadn’t thought of making something like that for you first.

Lunch passed by in a blur of quiet intimacy and easy conversation. Some moments he remembered more vividly than others: the way your eyes focused on his lips when he brought your hand to his mouth for a kiss, how you nudged his foot playfully under the table, the pleased sounds you made while you ate the food he cooked for you.

Things started to go wrong during the clean up. Barbatos enlisted the help of Little D. Number Five to carry the dirty lunch dishes away. One minute Number Five was chattering excitedly around your shoulders with a tray balanced precariously in his hands, and the next, there was a splash and a clatter of dishware when the tray toppled over. You weren’t hurt by the shattered dishes near your feet, but your sweater was drenched with what was left in your drinking glass.

You pulled the wet sweater over your head quickly so the liquid didn’t soak into your undershirt as well. Barbatos took the drenched garment from you and thrust it in Number Five’s direction. “See to it that this is cleaned after you’re done tidying up this mess.”

The look on his face would entertain no arguments, and Number Five seemed far too pleased with himself despite the chaos he just created. He waved your sweater over his head in farewell and promised Barbatos that he’d do exactly as he was asked. It dripped on the castle's pristine floors as it trailed through the air behind him.

Barbatos guided you gently from the parlor towards his bedroom. “I’m sorry about Number Five’s clumsiness,” he murmured against your temple after he led you inside the candlelit room. “Would you like me to fetch something else for you to wear?” He kept a dresser tucked away in one of the corners of his room so that you had spare clothing and toiletries available whenever you stayed with him at the castle.

Most of your clothes were still dry, but the warm cider that spilled was splattered across your shoulders and it dripped down your arms; your skin felt uncomfortably sticky and the sweetness was almost nauseating. “I think I’ll have a shower first,” you replied with a grateful smile. You headed towards his private bathroom located on one of the higher levels of his room, but you glanced at him questioningly when you realized he was following you.

He tried to feign innocence, but his smile was sharp with a hint of desire. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love,” he breathed against the back of your neck. He nipped playfully at your skin when you shuddered slightly and he followed close behind you, and you felt the evidence of his desire when he brushed against your back. As soon as he closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, he drew you into his arms and captured your lips in a heated kiss.

Nearly an hour later, you were resting your head on his chest, nuzzling sleepily in his arms while you enjoyed the comforting thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His long, dexterous fingers, bare without the buttery leather gloves he left on the bathroom floor earlier, traced lazy patterns on your skin. His forked tail was wrapped around your leg, and every so often one of the wet tips tickled the top of your thighs—a reminder of the wicked things he’d done to you not long ago.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay,” you said quietly. “I would if I could, but I promised the others I’d be back later for a movie night.”

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything,” he replied, arms tightening around you slightly, “but I’d like to claim your company tomorrow night.”

The teasing lilt in his voice made you smile, but you startled when his D.D.D. started vibrating loudly somewhere nearby. He snarled quietly at the interruption, but you moved off him so he could get up from the bed to find it. The frown on his face deepened when he finally read the messages that flashed across the screen.

“What’s wrong?” you asked nervously, sitting up and tucking the sheet under your arm as the chilly draft in his room tickled your bare skin.

Barbatos pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with a sigh. “It seems that there’s a new problem in the laundry room.”

Diavolo chuckled when Number Five floated into the dining room as he finished his dinner. The small lesser demon was wearing your sweater, or what was left of it after he managed to shrink it in one of the castle’s dryers. Even though he resembled a very fashionable beach ball, he paused every time he passed a shiny surface and preened at his reflection.

“You look quite fetching,” the prince said with amusement. Barbatos shot him a glare as if to say, please don’t encourage him.

But Number Five floated over to the table with a wide grin. “Oh, thank you, your highness! I’m so very lucky she let me keep it! I’m not sure why the angel was so angry. All the stains came out and I told him I would take good care of it from now on.”

The lesser demon cackled when Barbatos shooed him from the dining room so he could tidy up the dishes from Diavolo’s dinner.

“It’s interesting, you know,” Diavolo drawled as he leaned back in his chair. “Number Five is rarely so clumsy, and he’s never asked to do the castle laundry. For all his mischief, he still ended up with quite the prize. I suppose we’ll need to replace that sweater he ruined as well.”

Barbatos hummed as he stacked the empty dinner dishes on a tray. “I've already promised to take her to Majolish tomorrow. She can pick out something new until I can make a proper replacement myself.”

A few quiet moments passed and Barbatos lifted the tray from the table. “Well played,” Diavolo murmured under his breath, shooting his butler a knowing glance.

Barbatos paused for a brief moment but the sudden stiffness in his shoulders was as good as confirmation. He said nothing else, and only offered his Young Master a side-eyed look tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction before leaving the room.

#☆⋅⋆ ── jes writes #☆⋅⋆ ── selfships #☆⋅⋆ ── selfships: barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x f!reader #barbatos x reader

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