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thecoolsquirrel · 3 days

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timeskip (?) 🥺

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acatnamedkitten · 12 days

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Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

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At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

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"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

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theradicalace · 5 months

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amazing the lack of care my parents treated my stuff with

#ace rambles #unpacked one of my miku figurines and she must have literally been thrown in there #she was detached from the baseplate her top half was separated from the bottom and she is missing a pigtail that i cannot find #i know for a FACT she was on my windowsill when i left that house.#the slightest bit of care would have prevented this.

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sparkyblizz · 1 year

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pigtail theener

#I just think she'd look cute with pigtails okay #sparkyblizz speaks #sparky's art #ace attorney #aa5 #dual destinies #athena cykes

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toadstool32 · 1 year

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I've been thinking about nagisas hair a lot lately (it'slooksCute) but also i realized that his fringe looks kinda choppy like it goes kinda like a w shape which is interesting since his mom like. u know. Is Like That u would think she would make it so it would look neat or just get rid of the bangs and while from a character design point i think nagisas design is just like. Mega fucking cute, from a storytelling point it kinda seems dumb so whatever i had a point my point IS i think he cuts his own bangs like that kind of uneven cut that only leaves space for the eyes so u can see + the shorter sides like you just can't resist cutting more hair even tho its probably better to just leave the sides longer so it doesn't get in the way (what's this cut called i forget the term but some kind of like sloppier home cut?) Like my mom also wants my hair to be long and I'm not gonna risk goin to stylist to cut it so i might as well do it myself u know? Like that kinda thing where u cut a bit now and another later so his mom doesn't notice a change. I don't know man just felt the need to over explain my headcanon for an anime from 2015

#i alo have toughts about his pigtails #OH MY GOOODDD THE PIGTAILS I CPULD TALK ABOUT THEM SO MUCH #but i wont #for now #no im not projecting why do u ask shut up #ac

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babywriter · 4 months

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Liz was a big girl. Aced potty training, never wet the bed growing up. And she was nineteen! She felt mature, she felt like an adult. So why, oh why was she in a thick white diaper? Worse, in an unbuttoned onesie. A onesie might’ve been cute perhaps, but not when it was showing off her diaper.

“I don’t need diapers!” she said loudly for the umpteenth time. She was alone in the living room, but always made sure to complain loudly enough so that her Daddy would hear. Like everyone else, she got her caregiver during her eighteenth year. Younger than a parent, older than a peer. Someone to guide her through early adulthood. In Liz’s case, her Daddy was in his early thirties. A handsome, well-groomed man about a foot taller than her. She had finally moved in with him a couple of months back. The problem was that, like almost every young adult, Liz’s potty training declined dramatically in those few months. As a concerned Daddy, he could do nothing, but put her back in diapers. It was obvious that she would need to re-potty-train in a couple of years, when she’d be ready. Until then, Daddy made sure to diaper Liz full-time. As was also common, he dressed her, bathe her, fed her. This princess treatment was enjoyable, but it bothered Liz. Where was her independence?

There she was in the living room. Wearing pigtails, holding her pacifier, her thick diaper obviously on display. And pouting like a toddler. Then, suddenly, she felt that her bladder was full. Going to the potty by herself, that would show Daddy! Indeed, Daddy had placed a princess potty right in the middle of the living room for Liz to use. The potty was literally three steps away, but it was already too far. Liz flooded her diaper after the first step. God knows this wasn’t her first, or last, accident. Once again, the shame was so strong, she just needed someone to comfort her. She began to cry and waddle towards her Daddy in the kitchen.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried in between sobs.

Of course, he found her unbearably cute and just had to give her a big tight hug and carry her upstairs where she would get a well-earned diaper change.

Photo credit: @babylizzy

My Ream:

#ab/dl caption #ab/dl girl #ab/dl stories #ab/dl #ab/dl community #diaper captions #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl diaper #diaper stories #regression caption

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bidisastersanji · 4 months

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Circus One Piece AU with sword swallower/knife thrower Zoro and tightrope walker/aerial act Sanji please and thank you

They (and the rest of the crew) grew up in the « Thousand Sunny » circus together:

Sanji’s adoptive dad, Zeff, is the circus cook who always tells a different, wild story about how he lost his leg (it often involves a lion, even though the circus doesn’t use animals in its show, despite its lion logo)

Zoro’s parents both died in an accident when he was young and his relatives (Shimotsuki) took him in. His childhood friend Kuina had an accident and is now a wheelchair user- she handles the circus social media and marketing with Nami

They both have had crushes on each other for years but don’t dare to fo anything because not only what if the other feels the same but what if it doesn’t work out and they have to leave their circus family- so instead they keep bickering and pigtail pulling

I think it’s common for circus performers to have many abilities but specializing in certain things so let’s just assume most of them are good at basic acrobatic/circus things

Sanji is an aerial artist (aerial silks, hoops etc) and tightrope walker and Zoro is good at sword swallowing, stage combat and knife throwing

A lot of the crew are orphans who were adopted into the circus family from many countries the circus has passed through, so they have little accents and have the best time celebrating everyone’s different traditions and holidays

Usopp is a magician, Vivi does diabolo, Franky a strongman, Robin does Trapeze, Luffy is known for his contortionist act but also does some clowning, Ace and Sabo do fire performances, Brook is their communal grandpa in charge of music, Jinbei is the cool dependable uncle in charge of setting everything up to regulation and navigating their caravan where Nami tells them to go

Although she does Chinese pole, Nami is growing up to be the person who’ll take over the circus management/strategy- she wants them to make bank and strategizes on what acts they do, innovative acts and staging they can do etc

Luffy’s dream is for their circus to be the best in the world - they’re already going around different countries but he wants a full international tour, eager to take over after his grandpa (ringmaster) passes it on to him

Chopper is the adoptive son of the troupe doctor (Kureha) who does some equestrian tricks (voltige) but mostly studies hard to be a doctor too. He’s still a kid but everyone is else is an adult

Sanji often gets really distracted by Zoro during practice times- their outfits are revealing and he’s so buff and like what else can he do with his mouth goddamn

He only once called Zoro a « sword swallower » when he was a (still closeted) teen to try and bully his friend/rival but Zoro just grinned at him and said « proudly » and Sanji almost died from that mental image and never used that insult again (he might have gotten a nosebleed)

Naturally Zoro is also dumbstruck by Sanji’s beauty and grace on the regular- and he often gets in trouble for watching Sanji’s act and almost missing cues

The gang always gets into so many shenanigans in every new city they travel to and they love each other so dearly

One day a video of Zoro practicing goes viral (because he’s hot and talented) and Sanji is definitely not responsible for a few dozen views on that video

Zoro always gets a little jealous and annoyed when he finds Sanji flirting with local girls

And that’s all the ideas I have for now! Please feel free to add to this!! I’d love to see what you guys would be fun to have in the circus AU

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fic idea #zosan au #one piece au #circus one piece au #one piece zosan #circus zosan au #aerialist!sanji

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the-metal-pixie · 12 days

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THEY’RE WOMEN

Let’s go lesbians

I had a too much fun with this, drawing women is my comfort zone

I gave Ace some pigtails because 1. He… She… looked the same as her male self, and 2. I thought it would be cute to make them look like antennas

I love lesbians

#lesbian #kiss band #kiss fanart #spacechild #the starchild #kissblr #the spaceman #genderswap #I lesbian

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chiiyuuvv · 14 days

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&team when you pass your exam!

can be bff or bf!&team x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Despite kei being the oldest, I think his response to you acing your exam would be more energetic than the rest. He’d be sitting on the couch, all calm and collected while watching tv or scrolling through his phone, when you pop into the room and announce the news. He would go, “what.. What?.. WHAT??” with each time getting louder and louder until he starts bouncing off the walls.. literally. He kind of reminds me of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?”, in the beginning when the clock finally ticks summer time and Chad gets so excited that he jumps up and kisses the teacher's cheek. I feel like kei would do that, but more dramatic.

Fuma would turn so soft and fussy when you tell him the news. It’s just like some button turned on and now he’s all touchy and lovely. “I knew you could do it,” he’d say in a soft whisper while stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, giving you all sorts of affirmations because he knew how stressed out you were. Then he’d look into your eyes with this very sweet gaze, before slowly connecting your lips for a kiss.

You don’t even have the opportunity to finish your sentence because nicholas is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to some karaoke. He just wants you to let loose and scream your heart out. Doesn’t care if your voice cracks because he will happily join you, butchering the song lyrics and almost choking on his spit but who cares?? You’re having fun!!

Oh, did someone say spa day? As soon as euijoo hears the news, you are immediately swept off your feet and sat in your comfiest chair, being fed your favorite fruits and/or drinks. No matter what you say, euijoo ensures that you’ll never ever lay your fingertips on anything else because he will do anything for you. You want to watch some television? He’s already grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show. Your muscles feel tense? He’s grabbing your favorite scented lotion so he can massage your poor body. He’s your personal maid for the rest of the week.. And there's nothing you can do about it :p

I feel like yuma would do your skincare routine, but with those silly face masks and random, colorful rubber bands in your hair. Has fun taking photos of you but almost panics when you want to do the same thing to him. Just a few moments later, you turned him into your favorite baby girl. Two big, pink pigtails with a little tiara to set it off. But wait, where’s his tutu??

Jo already knew you’d pass your exam (because you’re so smart ^^) so to celebrate, he would stay home and spend the day with you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to do much activity because he wants you to wind down and relax, but he’d happily join you on your adventures if you have the energy!! Lays down on your bed as he engulfs you in his arms, pressing a kiss on your forehead because he’s just so proud of you, his little star :((

The day you pass your exam so happens to be a wonderful day outside :D Harua decides to take you out for a lovely walk around the park accompanied with some refreshing ice cream because he knows how much you love the combo. Well.. until you accidentally drop your ice cream cone. Stiffles back a laugh because he knows you’d whack him with no hesitation, and offers you his ice cream because he’s on a diet anyway :/ After you’re done with your frozen treat, he’d take you to the swings and push you hard enough, you’d be convinced you could fly!

Because taki doesn’t like seeing you happy (it’s his love language okay?), he’d be sarcastic. “Oh really? Who did you cheat off of?” He’d say, but his grin would ruin his facade. Opens you with welcomed arms, “good job, I’m so proud of you,” he’d say as he’d hold you tight, kissing your forehead.

I think maki’s would turn into a shouting rant. Does that make sense? It’s not like an argument in any way, you’d see your results and start shouting to maki with excitement, and he’d return the energy by shouting back. It’s like two besties, is what I'm trying to say. “MAKI, I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT A WHAT??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT AN A ON THE TEST??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!!” and then you’d hold hands as you jump around in place with beaming eyes.

︴bonus! its been a while since I last posted smth.. hehe hi guys

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littleadaline · 2 months

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Once Upon A Time [P.G6]

Warnings: NOOOOONE [just fluff] Uncle!Gavi

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Took me 3 miserable days to figure out the ending but here she is! Enjoy 😽

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The house was awfully quiet. Putting your bag down in the entryway, you made your way to the living room. To your surprise, the tv was on, an unfinished game of FIFA left on pause. Your boyfriend’s slippers were next to the couch, a sign that he wasn’t far away.

“Gavi? I’m home!”, you called out but no response. Your heartbeat quickened, fearing the worst. Unsure, you made your way upstairs as silently as possibly. If Gavi felt like fooling around, you wanted to catch him in the act and save yourself the lame excuses. Entering your shared bedroom, you took notice of the mess that had replaced the neat room you had left in the morning. “What the fuck is going on?”, you said to yourself as an expression of confusion replace that of fury on your face. Perplexed by the events, but exhausted from your day, you began to undress, peeling off your work attire for a pair of Gavi’s sweater and a pair of worn-out sweatpants. A shuffle coming from the hallways made you stop halfway.

“Gavi? Is that you?”. No sound was heard, aside from the buzzing of the AC, working overtime to keep up with the Barcelona weather.

Having had enough of the mess, you grabbed your clothes and headed down to the laundry room, simply wanting to put away the eyesores that were the scattered clothes. Turning on the light in the laundry room, a small giggle came out of the hamper. Concerned, you grabbed the first item you could get your hands on, fearfully approaching the laundry basket. Peeling away the layers of clothes, your hand came in a contact with something soft… hair?

“Joder! What the fuck!”, you yelled out in shock. As quickly as your hand retracted, the small figure of a child jumped out. The brunette-haired child stared at you; a grin as wide as the world highlighting her missing front tooth. “Beatriz! ¿Qué haces aquí?”, you asked the toddler, your heartbeat slowly getting back to normal.

“Tia Y/N! You’re home! Uncle Gavi and I are playing hide and seek…. Shhh.”, she said, placing her chubby finger on your lips in an attempt to shut you up.

“¿Beatriz? Where are you?” a man’s worried voice rang through the house. Soon enough, Gavi was running down the stairs to the laundry room, where he found the toddler in your arms.

“Playing hide and seek, huh?”, you teased your boyfriend.

“I… I euh, can explain!” He said, embarrassingly rubbing his head.

“It’s because tío Gavi kept beating me at FIFA. He’s a bully.” Beatriz ratted out your boyfriend.

“Alright missy, enough mischief for today. How about a quick nap before supper?” Gavi didn’t wait for Beatriz to answer, swiftly whisking her away upstairs for her afternoon nap. After untying her pigtails for maximum comfort while she slept, he quickly kissed her on the forehead before closing the door of your shared bedroom. Jogging back downstairs, he found you cleaning the remnants of their afternoon.

“How was work?” He said kissing your temple.

“Not bad! We met our new project leader today. She seems very… energetic, to say the least,” you said, sighing. “She’s invited the team for an introductory supper, next week or so. Please be my plus one! You know how I feel about work dinners.” You whined into his arms. Gavi chuckled.

“Vale princesa, I will be your plus one. By the way, sorry I didn’t tell you that Beatriz was staying over. Aurora and Javi had a work emergency out of town, and Bee was already at daycare. I picked her up and brought her here.” Gavi said, snaking his arms around your waist and planting a kiss on your neck.

With Beatriz napping, you and Gavi got started on supper. Pulling the final touches of the dish, you heard Gavi’s footsteps followed by the tiny patters of Beatriz.

“Look who’s up! How did you sleep, princess?” You asked the toddler while placing her in her highchair.

“Muy bien!” Her face still bared pillow marks, an indication of excellent sleep. Her hair, while still short, was fusing in any and all directions, making it resemble the mane of a lion. Pushing away the brown locks, you handed her her plate.

“Blow on the food, Bee. Like this.” You showed the toddler before handing her the spoon.

Supper went down smoothly, with the light chatter of Beatriz filling the room. Chuckling, you got off your chair to pick up the leftover dishes.

“Let me.” Gavi stopped you, taking away the plates from you. “Bee needs help brushing her teeth. Can you please help her out? Aurora and Javi won’t make it for tonight. Traffic is too intense, so she’s sleeping here. “I’ll make you a cup of tea once you’re done.” He said, quickly kissing your lips.

“Come on Beatriz, let’s go brush our teeth!” You grabbed your niece by her hand, slowly leading her upstairs. Kneeling down in front of the bathroom cabinet, you pulled out the basked you kept in the case Beatriz slept over. Shampoo, hairbrush, hair ties, toothbrush-. Content, you grabbed her Spider Man toothbrush before handing it to her.

Downstairs, Gavi had finished cleaning up the dinner table, slowly putting away the now clean dishes. The cup of tea he had promised you was cooling off on the coffee table.

Back in the bathroom, Beatriz engaged in chatter, something the entire family was used to. After she was done, you led her to the guest bedroom, where you handed her some pj’s you had kept from her last visit. Admiring Olaf on her robe, Beatriz rubbed her eyes, defeated by her need to sleep.

“Come on Bee, we have time for a bedtime story. Why one would you like me to read?” You said shuffling through her books.

“How did you and tío Gavi meet?”

Taken aback, you put down the books on the nightstand and snuggled in.

“Well, my oh my, let’s see if I remember correctly….” You giggled. “Vale, it was 5 years ago, we were both 19.”

“This many?” Beatriz interrupted, showing you the numbers with her fingers.

“Correct, Bee! Where was I? So, 5 years ago, I met your uncle through your mamá. We had a similar class during university, and one day, my bus was late. We had a presentation that morning, and your mom was so so stressed. Obviously, she didn’t take it well when told her I was gonna be late. So, she sent your tío to pick me up-“

“And it was love at first sight,” a man’s voice interrupted your tale. Gavi joined you on the bed, his arms around your shoulders.

“No, it wasn’t,” you giggled. “We didn’t like each other at first, your uncle was a bit cold.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say cold, per say… more like, intimidated.” He reiterated.

“Anyways, I forgot my phone in his car and Aurora gave him my address. He knocked while I was making dinner, and I ended up inviting him in. During dinner, a thunderstorm came over the city, and he spent the night at my place. We watched movies, had a mini party with music and my mini projector. Long story short, he asked me out a few weeks later after hanging out together during all our possible free time.”

“Been in love with my nena since day one”, Gavi said, kissing you tenderly.

“Ewwww”

“Vale princesa, you’ve got daycare tomorrow and I’m driving you on my way to practice. So, it’s lights out and away we go.” Gavi said, kissing his niece’s head, followed by you. “Buenas noches princesa”.

“Buenas noches.” Beatriz answered sleepily.

#gavi #pablo gavi #fc barcelona #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi imagine #gavi one shot

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reikissu · 1 year

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ꔛ reo mikage & chigiri hyoma dating headcanons.

ac : i apologize if its ooc huhu, and i hope you all enjoy this!! also there might be some slight changes since i edit my posts... ehe

ꔛ genre : fluff

ꔛ reader : female

ꔛ warnings : cursing

reo's definitely a very attached boyfriend, someone who gets jealous easily and starts thinking things the wrong way. you'd always comfort him and he'll stop spiraling due to the sound of your gentle voice.

he's a very sweet one though! he'll buy you things you like because he's filthy rich, he would even buy you luxurious bags, accessories and clothes without you asking for it.

his petnames for you are baby, hun and love. he calls you diff nicknames because why not, zzzuh

his specialty is treating you SO WELL. he would not let you get tired or let you do a lot of things, he’ll handle it. every morning, he would brush your hair, making sure he’s got every strand untangled so you look neat and fresh, he would ask what you want for breakfast and ask the chefs to bring it up to his room, he would also prepare the bathtub for you two, man there’s even cup holders for drinks in it.. he would take care of your back pains, headaches, food blahblahblah.. JUST EVERYTHING.

you, him and nagi always hang out together, going to the mall, eating etc. and nagi would whine about how he's a third wheel all the time😭

he's a sucker for kisses, giving and recieving. Every morning whenever you guys wake up, you'd feel his lips, peppering kisses onto your neck sleepily with him pulling you closer.

he loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair or massage it, he feels so relaxed whenever with you. do what you want with his hair, pigtail it, braid it, put clips etc. he doesn't mind as long as you're happy.

he's very protective, he only will step in if the person is being a total asshole or flirt, but he knows that you can handle yourself, he’s not the type to underestimate you.

would help you in school if you're struggling, since he's the top of his class, it's not a hassle you teach you some things. he would hold you on his lap whole teaching you some specific things about the lesson.

"Okay, now, what's the answer to this problem?" "Uh... 0.20 M?" "Mhm, good job baby! You're starting to get better at math, let's continue."

would be very paranoid and worried about your wellbeing, if you even try to walk home at night alone, oh no he won’t let that happen. you’re getting in his limousine as ba-ya drives you home.

he smells like Dior Homme, his personal favorite out of every perfume he has in his collection. and he knows you like it too, so he always wears it so you'll hug and kiss him because he smells good hehehehe

god, chigiri's a gem. Imagine having such a gorgeous boyfriend that's caring and good at soccer? wooh!

he's very gentle with you, his voice, his manners.. just everything in general. He turns into mush at the sight of you.

despite his aggressive manners and intense personality in game, you manage to burn out that fire with just your mere presence. You can make him go soft for you with just a flick of your wrist!

you'd always ask him what products are good for your skin and he answers quickly.

"Hyo-channnnn, what skin products do you recommend?" "Hm? Oh, i recommend Ponds facewash with blah blah blah" you better take note..

his petname for you is love.

sassy as fuck bro, it’s like he’s the female in the relationship sometimes😭 whenever you’d tease him, he’d scoff and roll his pretty pink eyes like a mean girl. like tfffff chill queen

gets flustered and tsundere-like whenever you call him princess, he acts like he hates it but he actually feels all giddy inside when you call him that.

“Stop calling me princess, i’m your boyfriend.” “You’re MY princess though.” “….Okay, but stop! I’m a boy!” “My pretty boy.” “Ugh, i hate you.”

he always styles your hair while looking at you, full of love. Whenever he's done styling it, you look so goddamn cute that he can't help but smile.

he always lays his head on your chest, silently hinting for you to play with his hair until he falls asleep.

he introduces you to Isagi, Bachira or just basically his teammates, so they know you're his. and one day he might be brave enough to introduce you to his mom and sister.

he likes to pinch your cheeks and carress them, sometimes he does it at such random times that it takes you by surprise.

"Hyo-chan... What are you doing?" "Pinching your cheeks, isn't it obvious? You have such soft and plump cheeks... Do you use moisturizers?”

sometimes he shows you some videos of his gameplay, and boy were you amazed. "Wow Hyo-chan! You're so fast and cool!⁾" "Hehe, it's nothing the world's best striker can't handle.”

he loves it whenever you make his hair all nice, the feeling of your fingers running through his red locks makes him feel sleepy. Do what you want, as long as you don't tug on it.

a huge sucker for hugs, he feels as if he's protecting you whenever you're in his arms.

ah, i forgot to mention how possessive he would be. despite that pretty face and voice, he's got quite the temper..

one time, some guy was ogling at you for a while and holy.. who knew such words would come out of a pretty mouth?

"Who the fuck are you? You want me to beat your ass?" "Holy shit, Hyo-chan. I never knew a pretty face like you had such a sharp tongue." "Oh shut up..."

he smells like Bleu de Chanel, you CANNOT argue with me on that fact. his sister bought him one for his birthday so he smells more manly-like LMAOOO

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h3rmess · 2 months

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THE ZENIN GETS ME WETTER

-> fem!reader x cullinggamesarc!maki - suggestive , set post culling games arc, reader has a crush on maki, uni au

notes: I literally have the biggest crush on maki ever known to man. I love her so so much. May be a little inappropriate, so here's your warning now!

Walking into the house, the blaring sound of the music deafened me immediately. It was a Saturday, which meant one thing ; it was time for me to relax and have fun after a long week of hard work and effort ( I attended one class).

My black dress hugged my body perfectly, barely covering the important parts. I felt the click of my heels against the wooden floor, my eyes searching for my friend, Choso. He was my brother's best friend and a family friend in general. My parents had always tasked him with taking care of me when I went out as we attended university at the same campus.

My medical course had been draining the life out of me, so a party is just what I needed to get me feeling alive again.

My eyes landed on him quickly as I extended my arm, waving him over. He wore a white graphic tee with a pair of baggy jeans, the black locks of his hair cascading from two pigtails. His baby hairs sat on his forehead, making the effect of bangs. He gave me a soft smile, which quickly disappeared after he saw what I was wearing.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He shouted over the music, his voice barely audible.

"Oh, come on! It's just a one-time thing. I just felt like being hot today!" I said in reply, smiling widely.

"Yeah, you do look hot, but that's what all the other men are gonna think! Who knows what kind of lewd thoughts they'll be having about you?" He protested, attempting to cover me from being seen by others.

"I'm not interested in what the men think." I told him plainly, my eyes surfing the crowd to see if she was here. Choso rolled his eyes and mumbled at me before I spotted my friend, Yuuta.

I pushed Choso away as he went to join a different group of people, telling him I'd message him later. I walked over to Yuuta, who stood in a corner with a boy who I knew to be Inumaki. He was studying software engineering here. He wore his usual turtle neck, which made me wonder if he would ever come out of his shell a little more.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said, handing me a red cup. I looked at the liquid in it, downing it quickly, the burn in my throat boosting my adrenaline. As I finished up my drink, I looked at the boy who looked pleased to be here.

"Didn't take you as the party type, Yuuta." I teased. "You too, Inumaki. Why are you guys here?" I asked them as they laughed.

"Yeah... we just wanted to try something new, y'know! But I'm not sure we wanted to try something new." Inumaki spoke quietly.

"Fair enough. Parties are always a nice way to let loose." I looked around awkwardly, not wanting to ask the inevitable.

"I know what you're thinking." Yuuta spoke, causing me to look at him promptly.

I hummed at him as my face flushed, causing both him and Inumaki to chuckle.

"She's here, don't worry. Although she didn't seem too happy about it." My face lit up at Yuuta's words, the thought of seeing her making my day.

As if my mind had been read, she strutted toward us within an instant. My heartbeat quickened, seeing her in a pair of tight, black, leather trousers and a black sleevless top to match. My jaw practically dropped as my eyes remained glued to her perfect frame. I almost drooled, my knees giving in, causing me to almost drop down and beg her to hold me. I looked away quickly, trying to mask my pure infatuation. She smiled as she approached us, stopping in her tracks once she was close enough.

"Hey, Y/N. Didn't know you were here." She smirked, swirling her cup slowly.

"Oh! Uh, yeah! I didn't know I would be here either, aha... But here we are!" I stuttered, my embarrassment engulfing me when Inumaki and Yuuta snickered.

"Where'd you get the dress? Looks good." Maki complimented, making me go crazy.

"Thanks! It was a gift, actually." I replied, trying not to sound like the lovestruck girl I was.

"You sure are drawing attention with it." Her eyes dropped to my exposed cleavage, causing me to yelp quietly.

Inumaki and Yuuta looked at each other, muttering something about going to the toilet before scurrying away.

Traitors.

I felt my underwear dampen by the second as the girl inspected me, her eyes tracing every line of my dress.

"Who you looking good for, hmm? Can't be doing all this for no reason." She probed, inching closer towards me.

"Well, uh." I hesitated, the alcohol taking over as I became unfazed by the possible consequences. "You."

Her face became strewn with mischief, her hands slyly groping my waist as we were now flush against each other.

"All this for me? I love being spoiled by pretty girls." I blushed at her words, hanging my head slightly. She placed her hand on the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up so my eyes met hers. She leaned in, her breath lingering on my earlobe as she placed a soft kiss on it and whispered. "If you look so pretty now, I wonder whats underneath."

I was soaked.

Her lips met my neck, placing gentle, sloppy kisses along my skin. I hummed at the contact, a feeling of lust completely taking over my body.

Maki Zenin wants me? I must be dreaming...

-> love pnd over here

-> another chapter of 'where our blue is' is coming! just taking me a lil longer than usual but expect something by Wednesday!!

-> this was just something I wrote quickly don't expect too much pls 😔

-> I wanna write more one shots lmk who you wanna see next!! byeee

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #maki zenin #maki x reader #jjk maki #maki x fem reader #fanfic #jjk x reader smut #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #okkotsu yuuta #yuta okkotsu #jjk yuta #jjk yuuta #choso kamo #jjk choso

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Concept, Skull gets hella drunk one night, and the others are doing general drinking games/teasing type of stuff. They decide to crack on Skull cause he's the youngest and so he's probably not got much experience. Cue Skull whipping out an unnecessarily erotic comparison between what he's like as a sex partner and his abilities with a motorcycle.

Reborn refuses to let Skull get on a motorcycle around him ever again, he can't embarrass himself with his thirst like that in front of others.

So I, of course, had to tweak it just a bit:

The thing is, Skull's never been much of a drinker.

And, despite what Reborn and Colonnello like to say, it's not because he's a lightweight.

No, it's always been the opposite problem with Skull.

It takes a staggering amount of dangerously high-proof alcohol to get him actually drunk.

So much so that Skull had only ever been actually and fully drunk once in his life. He'd never bothered again because, well, most bars wouldn't serve that amount of alcohol to a single person and, most importantly of all, it was an outrageously expensive ordeal.

He'd always had better things to spend whatever money he might have on than trying to get wasted.

Skull's long suspected some kind of Flame fuckery at work but hasn't bothered to really look into it.

Still, whenever drinking had come up with the Arcobaleno before the curse Skull either hadn't bothered to drink at all or had gone for the kind of fruit-filled or extravagant cocktail that always got him a lot of ribbing.

Because if he wasn't going to be able to get drunk but they weren't going to let him leave, then he should at least be able to drink something interesting that doesn't taste like actual paint thinner.

But now? After a handful of decades in the Mafia and with all of the money he's actually managed to accumulate plus an entire case of the specially formulated liquor Verde had cooked up?

Now Skull is well and truly on his way to being wasted.

Which is the perfect time for Skull to remember that, unlike what most would probably think, he's not the loud and overly obnoxious or casually violent type of drunk.

No, that's Colonnello and Fon in order.

Instead, Drunk Skull tends to be way more honest and mouthy than Sober Skull.

"Boo," Colonnello tosses a handful of pretzels in Skull's direction even as he folds yet another hand of cards to Reborn. "You suck Skull, thought you'd be more interesting than this when we finally got you wasted. Come on, be entertaining."

Skull's not sure why anyone's willing to play poker, even Mafia Poker, with Reborn when the fucker so obviously counts cards no matter how many decks are used.

"Save the pigtail pulling for Lal, okay Nello?" Skull finds himself saying, eyes on his own game of Mafia Solitaire and one hand playing with his glittery purple crazy straw. His tall glass of violently green alcohol is a little less than half full and Skull is feeling more than a bit loose. "I'm not gonna fuck you no matter how drunk I get, you're not really my type."

"Hey!" Colonnello squawks, the beer bottle in his hand suddenly hurtling in Skull's direction. "My heart and body belong to Lal alone, asshole."

Skull catches the bottle and then casually tosses it toward the recycling bin that's just visible in the kitchen from where he's sitting. It goes in of course, Skull hadn't filled in for the knife-throwing act as a teenager more than once without learning how to aim his projectiles.

"I've seen your dick, Nello," Skull can't help but tease as he lays down an Ace Of Knives, "that's not as much of a flex as you think it is. Be happy to give you some tips though if you're ready to stop disappointing Lal."

Colonnello looks appropriately scandalized, Reborn's sporting that little smirk of his that's basically a laugh, and beside Colonnello Lal Mirch just snorts into her whiskey tumbler, obviously amused.

Which is both true and false. Skull's absolutely seen Colonnello's dick enough to last him a lifetime but he's not actually as tragic as Skull's making him out to be. Not that Skull will ever admit that.

If there's one thing he's good at after all it's committing to The Bit.

"Brave talk from the group baby," Colonnello cuts back. "Bet you've never even touched a woman, and no your mom doesn't count."

There's a round of immature snickers around the table that Skull honestly can't find fault in since even Verde, Viper, and Fon had joined in.

But, for once, Skull is nowhere near ready to back down.

"Well if my mom doesn't count, then your mom probably doesn't either huh?" Skull bats his lashes at Colonello. "If so then you should probably tell her to stop calling me."

He gets a fist full of peanuts thrown at him this time.

"You know, Skull," Reborn practically slinks his way into the conversation, voice sly, "if you're interested in getting some actual experience I'm sure I know a few ways to help you out."

And as is so often the case with Reborn, Skull's not sure if that's an offer or a threat.

Probably both if he's being honest.

Either way it's also a taunt Skull just can't let stand like he normally would.

"Yelena and Drago Marckovich," Skull lets his tongue wrap around the names.

"Oh?" Reborn's attention is, as always, like being put underneath a combination spotlight/microscope. "And who, pray tell, are they?"

Skull leans back in his chair, aware of how he's somehow gathered everyone in the room's attention.

Which, to be fair, is what he does best.

"They were fraternal twins whose parents ran our high wire act," Skull tells them all. "Drago was one of the group's apprentice mechanics and Yelena was a contortionist."

Skull takes a sip of his drink.

"They were eighteen, gorgeous, and never did anything apart. They're the ones who helped me put my first bike together from the ground up too." Skull can't help the happy little sigh he huffs out. Those really had been an excellent six months. "Couldn't have picked a better pair to lose my virginity to. Taught me how to do all kinds of tricks, both on and off the bike."

There's a moment's silence.

"Bullshit," Colonnello barks out, one hand slapping down onto the tabletop. "No way in hell you bagged twins."

"Absolutely not," Skull agrees readily only to cut Colonnello's smug look off at the knees. "I was sixteen and had no idea what I was doing. They bagged me. Wasn't like I was going to say no."

Across the table, Lal actually hoots with laughter.

"They taught me the foundation for everything I know," Skull keeps going. "Yelena? Now she was all about taking those curves and corners you know? Girl could get in and out of the tightest spaces, taught me how to do the same."

Lal is outright giggling now and Colonnello's all flush faced with his mouth hanging open.

"And Drago?" Skull pauses, flicks his tongue out to play with his lip ring. Cuts his eyes just a bit in Reborn's direction. "Well let's just say he really lived up to his name. He helped me with my stamina. Helped me learn how to really ride."

The twins had been kind and fun and when their arrangement had run its course they'd parted as friends which is something Skull will always be thankful for.

"Of course," Skull waves his straw carelessly through the air around him, "when I left to strike out on my own I had to refine my technique on my own, develop my own skills and tricks, that kind of thing. Luckily there was never a shortage of eager and willing volunteers to work with. I learn better by doing and I've always been good with my hands anyways so it was fun, finding new bodies to work with and figuring out all the ways to lay each one of them out and make them purr."

Skull tosses back the rest of his drink and pushes himself up onto his feet.

"I grew up in the circus and had my own traveling stunt show by 19," Skull tells them all, more than a bit amused by the turn the evening had taken. "I've fucked my way across six continents, various oceans, and a wide variety of islands."

Skull shoves his hands into the pockets of his low-hanging sweatpants and ambles towards the veranda door.

The cool grass, wide open sky, and quiet of the garden out back are practically calling his name by this point.

There's a moment's silence and then he hears a chair scrape across the floor loudly behind him.

Skull keeps walking, doesn't bother to look back.

The fedora that drops down on top of his head isn't as much of a surprise to Skull as it might have been five or so bottles ago.

"I could stand to hear a bit more about your ,,, unexpected expertise," Reborn practically purrs from Skull's side, one large, warm hand splaying itself possessively across the small of Skull's back.

"Jealous?" Skull can't help but snip back.

"Oh no," Reborn's grin is more than a bit dark and his eyes are a hawkish sort of golden. "Jealousy implies a lack of skill. And trust me, bellissimo, that's one thing you'll never have to worry about with me."

#RayRambles #KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #KHR Skull #RebornSkull #KHR Drabble

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scavengerssuccotash · 3 months

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Would being married to me be that bad?

“You decent?” Clint calls.

“Yeah.” She calls back, leaning closer to the mirror and finishes applying her lipstick. The color suits her complexion beautifully, a bold red to contrast the sleek black of her dress.

Clint whistles as he opens the door and strolls in, looking every letter of the words filthy rich. He’s dressed to the nines, ironed white shirt and black Giorgio Armani suit that stretches beautifully over his broad shoulders.

“Clean up well babe. Limo will be here in thirty.” Clint says, flashing her a wink in the mirror as she applies her mascara.

“You have an allowance on that pet name Barton, don’t over do it.” Natasha replies, a little annoyed. Clint’s been calling her little pet names ever since Maria Hill slapped a mission brief in front of them and retroactively congratulated them on their impromptu marriage in the Bahamas. Natasha normally doesn’t mind, she’s long since made peace with Sweetheart, but there’s only so much of Clint’s unashamed flirting that she can take.

Clint saunters his way to her and twists to lean against the bathroom counter. He hands her the mascara she was intending to use, before plucking the velvet box from the counter.

“Honey cakes?” He counters as he fiddles with the box. An odd look settles over his face as he twists it around in his hands, looking like a kid, trying to work out a Rubik’s cube.

“No.”

“Sugar tits?” Clint’s jokes before giving her a saucy wink.

Natasha pauses mid application, her gaze slides from the mirror to his with deliberate slowness. A warning.

“Certainly not. Where’s your creativity, honey?”

“Right here, darlin’.” He drawls intentionally slipping into a thicker midwestern twang as bumps her shoulder. He meets her brief smile with one of his own before flicking the box open and whistles, impressed. “What did you have to do to get finances to sign off on this fucking behemoth.”

Natasha caps the mascara and rights herself. The ring is nestled in a pillow of creamy satin and glitters in the fluorescent light overhead effortlessly.

“What is that, five-six carrots?”

Natasha tuts moving to grab the box, but Clint twists away, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards in bemused smile.

“Three, and an implied blow job.” Natasha answers dryly.

Clint hums amused before he plucks the ring from its satin bed and tosses the box onto the counter by his hip.

“Explains the hotel and the Am-Ex cards.” He mutters as he holds the ring up to the light. It looks comically small pinched between his fingers.

“You ever play married before?”

Natasha stiffens and makes another grab for the ring but Clint just lifts it higher, effortlessly skirting her attempt. “No,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “Just a mistress.”

“Always a mistress but never a bride? That’s a rom com waiting to happen.” He teases.

Natasha reaches for the ring again, only to be dismayed when he stretches on his toes, the source of her frustration remaining out of her reach. She’s wearing heels, but Clint uses his handful of inches well. He’s teasing, she realizes, like a child at recess. Natasha huffs, resettling back on her heels. They really didn’t have time for such childish games tonight, there was an arms deal to stop.

Her eyebrow lifts. “Going to pull my pigtails next, Barton?”

Clint’s mouth drops open intending to counter with a raunchy quip when Natasha’s expression stops him.

“Sorry—“ he mumbles, scratching self-consciously at his chin. Natasha holds out her hand expectantly. Instead of dropping the ring into her hand like she expects, Clint instead takes her hand. She pulls back once she realizes what he’s intending to do. Clint tugs her hand back with a soft tut. A soft unfamiliar expression flickers across his face.

“Come on, humor me.” He says, shooting for nonchalance but there’s a softness to his tone that betrays him. “Probably going to be the only time I slip a ring on a woman’s finger.”

Natasha sighs, relenting.

The ring glides on perfectly, the action quick and efficient. There’s no fuss, no awkward electrifying thrill. It’s just a ring, and her hand in his. That alone however feels so right that she barely notices the extra weight on her finger.

Clint drops the briefest of kisses to the back of her knuckles and squeezes her hand.

“Ready to play rich assholes and save the day Mrs. Simmons?”

Natasha gives herself a once over in the mirror, checking for any indiscrepancies in her visual appearance that could blow their cover. She finds none. Satisfied she turns her critical eye towards her partner.

The suit Clint wears is perfectly tailored to fit his stocky frame. Natasha makes a mentally note to send an appreciative email to SHIELD’s disguise department for taking her last suggestion to heart. (The last suit they sent Clint was at least two sizes to large. The shade too strong for his tanned complexion and fair hair.) Clint’s hair is perfectly in place and he had shaved. His aftershave subtle enough to not be off putting but strong enough when in close proximity to make her inhale deeply.

Her partner certainly knows how to clean up well, despite his grumbling about need to wear a monkey suit for this mission.

There is something missing though.

“Honey?”

Clint’s head snaps up from where he was straightening his watch. “Yeah?”

Natasha grips his chin with her thumb and forefinger and tilts his face to the side. Clint stills, gaze unwaveringly intense as she leans forward and presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. She pulls back and uses her thumb to smudge the lipstick stain left behind.

“Now, you look like a married man.”

#here have a snippet #might repurpose this for Sightline #i just love them so much #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #personal #fandom #fanfic #fake married #undercover as a married couple

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keroppikiss · 2 months

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do you have any tips on how to do plain text and image descriptions correctly? like how descriptive should I be/not be when describing the image and stuff? I want to be as accessible as I can for people but I'm not sure how exactly to go about it. sorry if this ask is weird or anything, I'm just horrible at describing/explaining things and don't want to look stupid 😭

Absolutely! I'll leave them under the cut as this will be quite long, though ^^

PLAIN TEXT

[PT: Plain Text. END PT.]

When adding plain text, you can add it before or after your message, but adding it before your message renders the actual message kind of useless! I'd personally recommend adding it before. However, directly after still works.

They can be written in a few different ways, some including:

[PT: text. END PT.]

[pt: text. end pt.]

PT: text. END PT.

pt: text. end pt.

You should drop all TQs and type with proper grammar when typing out a plain text. For example, "Hewwo! Nyice tu mweet yu!! Mwy name is [X]" would become "PT: Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is [X]" or "H♡w are y♡u t♡day?" would become "PT: How are you today? END PT."

You should never put the plain text (or image ID) under the cut as when accounts are deactivated, which happens often in the MOGAIblr community, you are no longer able to access the 'Read More' section. This is why most archive blogs add in the under the cut text when reblogging posts.

IMAGE IDS

[PT: Image IDs. END PT.]

When making an image ID, you can put the ID in either the alt text feature (accessible in the three dots present on the image on mobile or the three dots that appear when you hover over it on PC) or after the image in the post.

There's a few ways you can write out IDs, whether in alt text or just the post.

[IMAGE ID: text. END ID.]

[ID: text. END ID.]

ID: text. END ID.

id: text. end id.

[id: text. end id.]

I usually try to be descriptive enough to get the point across when making my image IDs! For example, with this image: ( AC: @petasawa )

[IMAGE ID: A pale, white-haired girl with pastel pink eyes and glasses is sitting on her knees looking up at the camera. She has one hand up, with a ring/bandaid on her middle finger. Her hair is tied into two short pigtails and she's wearing a primarily white-and-black beret. She has a loose, short-sleeved vest-like top with a baggy white shirt underneath that has cuffed sleeves. She's wearing a tie, tucked into her vest, and a white, frilled skirt. END ID.]

You describe enough to get the point across, you should spend most of your time describing the subject of the photo (if there is one), then their foreground, and then their background. This may change depending on the composition of the photo. I would personally do it in order of what catches the person's eye when they see the photo.

For flags, I'll use the transmasc flag as an example.

[ID: A 7-striped flag, that starting from the second stripe to the 6th, gradients from a light blue to a bright blue and then back again. The outermost stripes are bright pink. END ID.]

Most commonly, I describe the number of stripes and then the colors. It makes it a lot easier to describe if you use 'gradient' rather than just listing off every color, if your flag is a gradient. Some short templates you could follow could be:

A #-striped flag that gradients from [X] to [X].

A #-striped flag that from top to bottom is colored [X], [X], [X], [X].

If the flag has a symbol, you would just describe it like something in a normal image ID!

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Have a break (have a KitKat)

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: With the previous trial going horrendously wrong, and her body pulsing in pain, Meg just really wants a break.

⇢ A/N: This was actually written before "Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" but comes later in the timeline, hence why it's being posted after. Behold! The first fluff I wrote in years bc I got terribly sick and needy.

Meg stumbled back from the malfunctioning generator, tripping over her own feet and slamming into the ground, hard. She groaned, running a hand down her face, flinching as another stab of pain flared in her head.

The previous trial had been against the mad doctor and Meg had been off her game, shocked too many times in quick succession and the first one taken out. She’d barely been able to breathe a sigh of relief at the familiar sight of the survivor’s camp before the Entity had dragged her into another trial, Meg’s protests and struggles meaningless. Her muscles ached, spasming with phantom pain alongside her exhausted legs, her head pulsing at each slight jostle.

She’d tried to focus on finishing the generators instead, leaving the looping to some other survivor but her hands were uncoordinated and well… that had obviously backfired. A high pitched whistle sounded behind her and the redhead craned her head back to catch sight of Feng approaching, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I’ll head to another generator,” she jutted her thumb over her shoulder, starting to step back. No doubt the explosion would garner the attention of the killer, sooner or later. The dark haired female paused midturn, twisting her head back to Meg to call, “And the killer’s Ghostface! Saw him going after Ace before!”

Meg blinked, numbly watching Feng glance around before she darted out of view, left with only the chuffing generator. She hesitantly pulled herself to her feet, stilling as her vision swam and she closed her eyes, fighting to not topple over. When the vertigo passed, she blinked her eyes open, casting a final glance to the abandoned generator as she shuffled past it, slumping against a boulder. She slid down, pulling her legs to her chest as she buried her head between her knees, drawing out a breath as she closed her eyes.

For once she was actually quite glad it was the strange stealth killer. She couldn't dredge up the energy to run around right now, nor to deal with the stabbing pain of her death alongside her headaches. Ghostface was many things, but he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't chase her if she didn't run first. Meg shuffled into a more comfortable position, closing her eyes as she idly listened to the screams and yells of her fellow survivors echo across the map.

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Mere minutes after Ace’s final yell rang out, Meg picked up on the quiet shuffling of grass blades rustling, the surrounding stillness interrupted by a visitor. She cracked her eyes open, watching through half lidded eyes as a gloved hand clasped the edge of the boulder, a familiar mask peeking out at her. The survivor blinked languidly, eying Ghostface as he crept out to her side of the boulder, threateningly slow and poised, taut to leap at her.

Meg only shifted slightly, lifting her head to rest it atop her knee, blinking at him once. The killer paused next to her, crowding her space from above, a direct, silent signal he’d be atop her before she could even scramble upwards. When Meg still made no motion, he crouched next to her, tilting his head to look at her.

“Are you playing hide and seek this time, doll?” He teased, a hand drifting to one of her pigtails already, caressing the woven hair, idly shifting the band to threaten to unravel it. Meg gave a low, noncommitted hum, eyes drifting to stare blankly at a patch of grass nearby.

Ghostface was still for a moment before she could hear the near silent rustling of his fabric, a presence sliding down next to her, a black, threatening figure present at the edge of her vision. His hand crept across the back of her exposed neck, twirling at the baby hairs there before he grabbed at her opposite shoulder, pulling Meg against him.

For once the survivor didn’t fight him, tilting instead to rest her head on his shoulder. Ghostface stiffened, impossibly tense at the action as Meg continued to dully stare forwards, feeling her muscles spasm slightly as phantom shocks lingered on her skin.

“I’m tired.”

She blinked. That- that was certainly not Ghostface’s voice- She winced in embarrassment, pulling her knees further closer to herself. A slip of her own tongue, her exhaustion bleeding into her voice, scrambling her brain.

The killer remained still, tense next to her, before his familiar hands prodded at her curled figure, easily slipping under her. She didn’t fight him as he maneuvered her to his lap, pulling her against his chest. The arm behind her back lifted to cradle her face, the opposing tracing circles on the underside of her knee as his mask was tilted upwards, soft lips pressing to her forehead.

Meg shifted comfortably against his chest, closing her eyes as she curled into herself. Here she didn’t have to worry about being dragged into another trial when she had her guard down, didn’t have to worry about keeping an eye out for a killer, or traps on the ground, or shocks prickling at her skin; knives in her back, a hook in her shoulder.

Ghostface’s thumb brushed against her cheek, the survivor dimly only now noting that his glove had been removed at some point. He curled further around her, a cocoon of black mass, of twirling ribbons and an iron stench, of blood stained hands that cradled her like she something precious that’d break with too tight of a grip.

“Just rest,” he whispered above her, and Meg let go, breaths evening out as she slumped completely against him, boneless.

#slash hurt me emotionally with angst GhostMeg so y'all are getting this fluff #ghostmeg #dbd #male yandere #yandere ghostface #slasher x final girl #dead by daylight #dbd writing #dbd fanfic #ghostface #dbd ghostface #meg thomas #slashers #slashers writing #slashers fanfic #killer x survivor #yandere scenarios #comfort/mild hurt

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