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s735 · 9 months

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8/15/23

#Zarbon #Freeza #dragon ball #my art #2023 #I just wanted to practice coloring the dragon balls #and got a little bit carried away lol #man I dont think I've ever felt as tense as I did when reading the namek saga #Like we have three groups of people all fighting for the dragon balls and no one knowing each others plans #and i was lowkey cheering for vegeta the entire time even tho he was still evil I felt bad for him <:#ahh the buildup to the freeza fight was way too good lol #definitely the best written arc in dbz imo #dbz

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 1 year

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Hihi! Can you do a 2012 Leo x dragon fem!reader?

think a tall, eastern dragon. Gold/yellow colored scales. While not incredibly strong, super stealthy and cunning. Very sneaky.

she values intelligence and strategy rather than strength... gets along well with Donatello, but favors Leo... much to his disdain!

Big momma bear vibes. I always thought it'd be like the vibes of the dragon from shrek. Absolutely ruthless and vile when it comes to protecting her family (now, the turtles!) Very quippy- quick with her words, practically spits venom metaphorically when angered, instead of responding physically.

sorry for the specificness! Always wanted to write for her just don’t have the time!

You don't know how hard it was to find a dragon gif for this. All I could find was Dragon Ball :⁠'⁠(

2012 Leonardo x dragon Reader

★Hide your valuables from him. Not because he would steal your things but because he will want to know who you took them from. Honor boy has a strong moral compass and he would definitely give the things back.

★ Dragons are typically depicted as hoarders of treasure. If you have this trait then chances are you've collected something that Donnie would be interested in. Like a mystical weapon or object. Either way he is free to borrow it for research.

★ The one time you got into a argument with Raph he ended up storming away because you made him so mad. He's not going to say it was warrented... But referring to Raph as a "hissy incompetent loudmouth" was pretty funny.

★ Because you are good at being sneaky he might ask for help during particularly hard stealth missions. You have years of practice, dragons can live for hundreds of years after all. It's a practically a cakewalk for you!

★ He's really happy that you are protective of him and his family. They mean the world to him and knowing that someone like you is looking out for them puts him at ease.

#TMNT #tmnt headcanons #tmnt headcannons #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #leonardo headcanons #leo x reader #leonardo #2012 Leonardo #2012 leo x reader #tmnt fandom

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cherry-pop-elf · 7 days

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Weasley Siblings Giving You A Mani-Pedi! 💅

A friend of mine is from another country/culture and we ended up talking about mani pedis. I helped translate them, and I got to learn about their culture and how they view them. It was cute and wholesome! So it inspired this. ((Also it’s called projecting because when you are in a wheelchair you get self conscious, and also can’t get mani’s because of needing to roll and self conscious about pedi’s because of surgical scars

William ‘Bill’

As the eldest, you just develop a lot of skills. Especially when the baby girl of the family needs female support. As the designated ‘man with long hair’ he was the one to help her with polish a lot. So he would know what he’s doing, but would also want to keep them practical to. He would give you nails that would be simple, clean, but with top coats. Making sure they last, so you can enjoy them. He also gives you the full wash deal. He knows better than anyone. Also, he is 100% the grunge type to always have his nails painted black. He’s just the grunge aesthetic king. Black nails are his favorite. If you ask him to paint you little moons and stars on your fingers and toes, he will try his best. They always turn out stunning. Curse breakers have to have a steady hand after all.

Charlie

Hope you like nails that can stab a bitch. He has worked with dragons for so long, you’ll either end up with nails so flat you’ll never get anything done. Or nails so sharp you can use them for cutting the stems off flowers. Sharp, or dull. No inbetween. Hope you like dull toe nails and vampire finger nails. He is also a bit messy with the paint. That’s what cleaning spells, and cotton balls, are for anyway. He’s gonna paint them red every time, hope you know that. He himself doesn’t wear nail polish, because it’s never gonna last long anyway. He did, however, always join in with painting sessions with Ginny. He’s a good older brother!

Percy

He feels it’s to ‘femmine’ and just has an overly traditional view. So never expect him to sport anyway. He does, however, know how to care for his nails. He takes hygiene very seriously, so he would be happy to help keep your nails presentable. Cleaned, nail beds worked on, trimmed, and a transparent top coat to help keep them looking presentable. If he’s in the mood, a French tip will be on the menu. He just doesn’t care, beyond keeping them cleaned. His Percy, what else did you expect?

Fred and George

They are going to have fun with it. It’ll be messy, but it’s going to be so much fun doing it with you. Fred more than happy to do so, and will even ask you to do his. Same for George. They are twins, they love to be cliche and do matchies or complimentary in some fashion. Fred is the messier of the two, while George is able to be more neat and thoughtful. Definitely will work your toes, while Fred works your hands. Expect wild colors, and fun designs. Like glitter hearts, with little beads on them. They wanna have fun with it! They also have their nails painted, typically orange and purple in some fashion. They also love doing gel stuff for meetings, and business events. It’s fashion, and colors. They are the Weasley Twins. Gender conformity? I hardly know her!

Ron

He has no idea what he is doing, please send this man some help. He doesn’t know the difference between gel, and a top coat. He’s mixing the colors, he’s gotten it on his clothes, HERMIONE HELP-! He’s trying his best, but he just has no clue. You��ll need to teach him alot, but he’s willing to learn! He does think it’s neat that you can have a ‘theme’ with your nails. Like paint them as the color of your favorite quidditch team. That’s what gets him on board. Your nails are gonna get so sloppy, but hey. Who hasn’t had sloppy nails? A lot of it will end up being you painting his nails. You are allowed to get more creative with his toes, since less people will see them. Baby steps.

Ginny

The girl of the hour. As a kid, she liked it alot. Helped her stand out against her brothers. Now? She has her own style. Given she’s a Quidditch star, it can be rather rough on the hands. She does, however, really enjoy the subtle styles. Like transparent glitters. That’s her favorite. Just a touch of magic, if you will. She would love to have you more of her model, of what she can do. Have you wear all the fun things she can’t. Like making ombré’s, and tiny designs. It’s a really great way to bond. It helps her with her connection with feminine side. It can be hard. Being raised by six boys, but also genuinely being a Tom Boy. Makes you have a weird connection to what makes a ‘girl a girl.’ So this helps her feel that connection. She loves it. A wonderful way to spend her time with you.

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manicformunson · 2 years

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just- eddie with a badass, metal reader? and he’s too nervous to talk to her, hes almost intimidated, but then she goes up to him and confronts him abt his stares??? i’m done for.

do you wanna touch me

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary reader is the girl of eddie's dreams and he can't help but stare at her any and every chance he got. he never expected her to call him out in front of his friends

note i am a firm believer in eddie being a total perv lol also abrupt ending sorry i like to tease :p

Eddie was a creep, he knew it. He literally could not help but drool over the girl in his math class, Y/N was like his hottest wet dream. She was always sporting shirts from his favorite bands, her hair always dyed unnatural colors and sometimes if he was lucky she wore a skirt, showing off a huge dnd dragon tattoo on her thigh. When that happened Eddie always had to pick his jaw up off the floor and excuse himself to the bathroom.

Eddie found himself more often than not rubbing one out at the thought of her plush thighs around his neck and his face buried in her pussy, or her tits squished up against his cock with her tonuge gingerly licking the tip -- the latter being his favorite.

One time he had to run to the bathroom to jerk off after math class when she wore one of those devilish skirts and moved her legs, causing Eddie to catch a glimpse of her panties. It was not his proudest moment.

Even Gareth had mentioned that Eddie was obsessed and that if he had the balls he should just go up and talk to her, but as funny as it was to everyone else, Eddie was intimidated. He had never met a girl who liked heavy metal and had tattoos of DND dragons, plus she was drop dead gorgeous.

Thank god for the weekend though. It was the only time he got a break from Y/N and her unknowing curse on him.

He had no intention of swimming, just soaking up the sun with a cigarette and maybe checking out the mom's in bikinis until he saw Y/N across the pool. He felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him. "Jesus Christ." He muttered when he was able to breathe again.

Eddie had picked up Gareth, Jeff and Dustin for a day at the pool -- solely Dustin's idea but Eddie would later kiss his feet for it. When they got there they had picked out spots near the gate and Eddie laid out on the chair and pulled out a cigarette, promising to look after they're stuff.

He had thought about asking her to join Hellfire since she'd probably enjoy it but the fear of rejection was too much for him. That and it'd be pretty hard to concentrate on a campaign when Y/N's pretty eyes were on him.

She was wearing a simple black bikini but goddamn, Eddie could see that she had a couple more tattoos -- one on her right breast of a bat with no head, some phrase on her hip bone, and when she turned her back towards him Eddie could see she had little wings right above the waist line of her bottoms.

Jeff and Gareth noticed him drooling over her and decided to follow Dustin to the pool, leaving Eddie a mumbling mess. All he could think about is her tramp stamp and how it contrasted against her wet skin, god Eddie had to fight popping a semi right then and there.

"There a reason your staring at me Munson?" Y/N said through a taunting smile, swaying her hips until she was standing over him. Eddie only held his hands up in defense, "I just, I uh. I mean-" Y/N crossed her arms, making Eddie very aware of how her boobs squished against her arms.

"I just wanted, wanted to-" Eddie couldn't think -- she was so much hotter than Eddie had thought. "Wanted to?" Y/N cocked her eyebrow at him, her fingers tapping against her elbows. "Your tattoos! You got, you got nice tattoos."

She laughed at him and Eddie couldn't help but smile at it, even if she was laughing at him. Y/N decided to sit down in the chair beside him and lean in a little, unknowingly giving him access to see the forbidden valleys of her breasts.

"You're practically drooling, and you're trying to tell me it's because of my tattoos?"

Eddie didn't respond, his brain only focused on the tattoo on her tits which made her grab his chin, forcing him to look at her and continue to mumble out nonsense.

Y/N knew that he had a crush on her, it was a bit pathetic but damn did she think it was cute. She couldn't help but tease.

She leaned closer to him, enough that her perfume clogged his senses, and pressed her lips to his ear, "You know, I got a few more tats underneath my swimsuit if you ever wanna see them."

She licked the shell of his ear causing him to visibly shutter and moan. Eddie grabbed her arm, "I, I got a van." Y/N giggled down at his desperate state. "Hm. I was thinking maybe back at my place later. So I could show you all of my pretty tattoos, and you could take the time to appreciate them."

Her hand was now rubbing up and down his arm giving him goosebumps and his head was so foggy with her presents that Eddie couldn't register what she was insinuating, he just nodded.

When her soft lips pressed against his cheek is when he felt his dick jump at the sudden feeling, "See you then pretty boy." And she was gone, leaving Eddie dazed and with a semi.

Little did he know he wasn't being very secretive about his staring, catching her attention and jumping when she starting storming over to him. Oh shit, he thought before trying to come up with an excuse.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female character

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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Fire and Salt chp 2

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It was just supposed to be a fun day in the yard, but targaryens being targaryens made it complicated and bloody.

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A gleeful smile was painted on YN’s face as she watched her brother’s and uncles in the courtyard, a thin fencing needle strapped to her hip. It was a thin thing, made of Braavosi steel and was sharper than her brother’s wooden swords. It was a gift from her grandfather Corlys on her 7th nameday. As the first grandchild from his son, he indulged her and felt proud of her wildness.

While the boys practiced their brute one on one sword play, YN practiced a quicker fencing type of combat. She danced around the stuffed figure, leaving swift cuts all over the “body,” giggling the whole while. The queen Alicent tried to object at first to a girl training to kill, but her mother Rhaenyra permitted her daughter to learn, believing one day she would have need for it. As YN smiled, her uncle Aemond came over to watch her.

“Enjoying the show?” YN asked, delivering two more slices to its straw side.

“I’d thought you’d be trained more for politics or how to rule. If you take the iron throne that is?” Aemind tried to tease her, but YN merely cocked her head.

“Why would I want some ugly iron chair? No I’m no going to inherit the throne, that will go to Jace. He had the right… constellation? for it.” YN nodded to herself.

“You mean constitution Princess.” Ser Harwin chuckled.

“That’s what I said.” YN said absentmindedly, waving her little hand at the knight.

“So you’ll never be queen?” Aemond asked the girl.

“I will be…. A Pirate Queen. I will either sail or ride above the seas on a dragon. With dozens of ships, containing hundreds of men and women under my command.” With that, YN sliced the “neck” of the strawman. “There. I had taken the life of my enemy. Now I'm going to take his children.”

“To raise as wards, or prisoners, little princess?” asked Ser Harwin.

“To raise as… pets!” YN smiled and went to stand at the side. To watch her brother. Poor little Luke’s arm seemed so tiny in comparison to his blade. And Jace tried his best against their uncle Aegon, but it seemed that he was intent on acting like a bully. YN wished she were allowed to challenge him. Her little blade would cut his arrogant ego down several inches.

“YN, my darling, come here and spend time with your grandfather.” Viserys called out. YN smiled and ran to him. Once at his side she planted a sweet kiss on his wrinkled cheek as she always did.

“Hello Grandfather. Did you see me down there? Did I do well?” YN asked, bouncing on balls of her feet giving her grandfather a laugh. “Yes my dear. You were so quick and viscous, it was almost impossible to keep an eye on you.” His praise caused a wider smile to stretch across her light brown cheeks.

“You look quite beautiful in your dress, little princess.” Lyonel Strong complimented. He was one of those who thought the princess should not be dancing with swords, and struggled on how to compliment the girl. Luckily YN did have a liking for dresses so he was comfortable praising her fashion.

“Really?” YN smoothed down her teal and red dragon scale patterned dress. “I had the dressmaker install teal and red colors, so I could have the colors of both my families. I think I look quite well in it. It’s not too long like my last dress. Or too dark and drab like the one before that. I-” YN rambling was cut off by shouts from the yard. Her brothers were fighting her uncles, and were getting harshly beaten back. Ser Criston ruthlessly telling the silver haired boys to continue with the assault. Angering herself and it seemed Ser Harwin. “I will kill them!”

YN went to go back down, but the shaking hand of her grandfather stopped her, Viserys asked the girl for peace and she could never deny him. With a knitted expression of worry, YN nodded to the old man and turned back to the yard just to look. The new sight causing her to grab the wall.

“Ser Harwin!” YN called as she watched the man beat Ser Criston into the ground. The next moments were in chaos. Lyonel Strong called his son back to the keep, Guards ripped Ser Harwin away from the man on the ground, her uncles ran back to the keep to no doubt tell their mother, and YN waved her brothers back to her so that she may take them to her room.

~~~~later~~~~

YN bit her thumbnail as she paced around her room. Sure YN never liked Ser Criston, but she didn’t want to see him beaten into the ground. Maybe slapped around but not beaten like that. And besides, this would cause harsher backlash on Ser Harwin. She wasn’t ignorant to the vicious rumors surrounding her brothers and Ser Harwin, this would just fan the flames of those rumors. So as her brothers slept in their room, YN was trying to think of an apology to her mother, the queen, Ser criston, and her grandfather so that no one would be punished. Her thoughts were stopped by her mother entering her room.

“Mama, please. It’s not Ser Harwins fault, nor Jace’s or Luke’s. It was just a stupid fight! I-”

“Peace YN. I came to tell you that we are leaving for Dragonstone.” Her mother interrupted, smoothing her thumbs over her daughter’s cheeks.

“Because of the fight?” YN asked.

“Because we cannot stay in this place any longer. I will tell your brothers, and Ser Harwin later. My sweet love, I just want you to be packed and to plan on what you’d like for your nameday. It’s very soon and I wish to give you what you desire, within reason.” Rhaenyra gave her daughter a solemn smile, kissing the top of her head before leaving.

YN nodded to herself. Her nameday would be here in a few days time, and there was only one thing she really wanted at the moment. YN smiled and looked at her letter from her cousins Rhaena and Baela. With a jump, YN went to go find her father to tell him what she’d like for her nameday. To see her cousins here in westeros.

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txmbstone · 4 months

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Hi there. Will you write what Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo are like when they get jealous 🤷‍♀️🤗

Oh my gosh you have no idea how excited this request made me 😂 (ignore this is hella late life has been kicking my ass lately) i also got carried away with Johnny’s but that’s alright

Curly Bill

If you thought this man would stay silent about the matter you are sorely mistaken

The moment he sees any one else catching your attention he is immediately heading over

He doesn’t really have a plan he just knows the outcomes can range from embarrassing the hell out of the poor sod trying to get your attention to a house fire to actual murder (seriously get him a little doped up on opium and he is out for fucking blood)

He just strolls on over, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world, thumbs tucked in his sash and his spurs clicking with his every step

Gives you that big bright smile full of teeth and eyes glimmering with violence

And just plants one right on your lips. No hello, no warning, just a big ole smack on the lips so hard you literally stumble back a moment and he’s got his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer to him

“Sorry I took so long, doll. Got a little caught up in private affairs.” He croons, ignoring the man entirely, pretending he doesn’t even exist. (He knows the men in this town, he knows that they crave attention more than anything, and he finds it absolutely rewarding to watch their faces deflate when they see you’re taken.)

He’ll keep his hands on you until the man clears his throat, catching both of yours attention, and that’s when the game begins

Brocius is an asshole about it. Unlike Johnny, he uses his words, and will catch the attention of every Cowboy within shouting distance to stake his claim. “Looks like you’ve got something that belongs to me, thank you for keeping them occupied while I tended to business,” his hand travels to the butt of his gun, playing with the hammer in warning

He nearly cackles when the man’s face loses a few shades of color, stuttering over apologies as Brocius leads you away

Johnny Ringo

I hate to admit it but he doesn’t really show his jealousy but lemme explain

Johnny is so secure in himself and your relationship he knows — deep down he knows that you would never try something. You both are so incredibly attuned with each other and your trust knows no bounds

That doesn’t mean that little green dragon doesn’t flare up every now and then

He likes that you both have your own independence (so he can hide the awful things he’s done from you and all your ‘golden glory’ as he calls it) but there’s also a small part of him that wants you all to himself. He wants you so carnally there are days he physically has to stay away from you or else the thoughts in his head are going to push him over the edge just at the sight of you smiling at him

So when this ravenous man sees you talking to some dressed up gentleman at the bar while you went to get a drink he’s immediately going balls to the wall

He won’t show it, but when you give the gentleman a polite smile and make your way back over to him, that’s when he ups the ante

And this man is absolutely sinful

Just as you’re about to sit in your chair next to him, he’ll grab you by your waist and plant you firmly in his lap. And right in view of everyone — and especially Mister Soon-to-be-six-feet-under — plant a hickey right on your neck while his free hand makes work of remapping its way around your body. He presses you so close into his body you can feel the outline of his bullets on his bandoliers through your thick clothing, and try not to look the gentlemen in the eye as Johnny practically manhandles you in plain view

It’s fun for you, to know that you can still rile up the infamous Johnny Ringo, and enjoy the sudden attention even when the man leaves

“That was mean, Johnny,” you tell, taking a sip from his glass

You notice he pays specific attention to your throat as you swallow, not even trying to hide the immense pride he gets at seeing the bruise starting to form. “He’ll get over it.”

#johnny ringo #tombstone 1993 #curly bill brocius #johnny peter ringo #writing #ask box #answered

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playername-player-of-games · 6 months

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Cleo strides across the deck to the gangway where Lizzie is waiting for her, gripping the straps of her bag. The sun is rising, the sky and the sea the same color as Lizzie's hair and cheeks, her expression set and determined.

"Hello, trinket," Cleo greets, towering over her.

Lizzie straightens her back, chest puffing out a little more. She frowns up at Cleo, "You're the one looking after me today?"

"I am."

"Good."

Lizzie seizes her wrist and starts down the gangway. Cleo stumbles after her, startled into laughing and nearly losing her hat. She manages to catch herself before she can fall into the water, and falls into step beside Lizzie.

"Alright," she says, amused, fixing her hat, "where are we going?"

Lizzie drops her hand, her face a light, dusty red, "you'll see."

They step onto port and Cleo checks behind them to make sure someone's still there to babysit- she spots Grian and Scar chatting on the rigging, good- and follows Lizzie to wherever it is they're going.

Past all the busy ship hands and reloading cargo, out of the port and into the town proper, down cobblestone paths and past old brick buildings. It's a shopping district of sorts, and Lizzie looks just as determined as she did on the ship, though has the air of someone who is desperately lost.

"What are you looking for?" Cleo asks.

Lizzie does not answer, instead perking up at one shop sign and taking Cleo's hand again.

It's a white building with a deepslate tile roof. A bell dings as they step inside. Lizzie releases Cleo's hand, approaching the counter, while Cleo stays by the door.

"Just a minute!" comes a shout from another room.

It's a cozy interior, packed with shelves upon shelves of magical trinkets- she spots dragon statues and crystal balls, belts, armor pieces, loose bits of cloth. There's black curtains around the windows, letting in the natural light as the sun continues to rise, and fading fairy lights strung about the ceiling. Lizzie is looking down at a glass counter full of jewelry, tracing her fingers lightly over the top.

There's a crash and a yelp, a hurried "I'm fine! No problems here!" before a man comes bustling into the room, his face round and freckled, his hair orange, and his eyes a bright, friendly blue.

"Hi!" he beams. There's something strapped to his back- black wood and red cloth, clattering together as he hurries to put a box down behind the counter.

He straightens, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt and stepping over to be across from Lizzie, "you've caught us just before we close for the night! What can I do for the two of you?"

"I'm hoping to get something for me and my captain," Lizzie answers, "I think jewelry, maybe?"

"Of course!" the man presents the counter with one hand, "take your pick."

Cleo raises an eyebrow, caught on something the man said, "you close at dawn?"

The man winces, "yeah, well, they'd only let me have the space at night so we're making due with what we have."

Cleo frowns. Lizzie points to something in the case and asks him about it.

He directs his smile back to Lizzie, easily rambling about practically everything in the case. A pair of bracelets that let you read each other's thoughts. Rings with the power of fire and ice, one keeps you warm and the other cools you down, no matter the weather.

"This here's a disguising bandana!" the man demonstrates by tying it around his own head- his skin turns more green and his ears grow longer and pointier, "perfect for traveling pirates!"

"Not what I'm looking for," Lizzie says. She scans the counter again, pointing out something else in the case, "what about these?"

"Teleportation rings!" he provides, whisking off the bandana and smiling again as he explains the enchantments- this time Cleo notices how sharp his teeth are- this man has fangs. Cleo folds her arms, keeping one hand close to her sword, and leans back on the doorframe.

"No I'm-" Lizzie sighs, offering a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry about all the questions, I just want this to be perfect."

"No worries!" he returns, "I'll close up after we're done, it's no trouble."

"How about these?"

"Earrings that let you hear each other's heartbeats."

Lizzie's eyes widen.

"Bad choice, trinket," Cleo pipes up, "I don't have a heartbeat."

Lizzie waves her off and hurries to open her bag, "how much?"

The man offers a price- surprisingly reasonable- and Lizzie hands over the gold in exchange for two simple, golden hoop earrings.

"Thank you," Lizzie says, and returns to Cleo's side.

"Did you miss the part where I don't have a heartbeat?"

"Don't worry," Lizzie waves one of them in Cleo's face, "if your heart ever starts beating again I'll come back and kill you myself."

Cleo laughs, pushing off the wall, "thank you, dearest trinket, I'll be sure to remember that."

She smiles. There's a clattering and a rushed, "ah- don't go! I have to help you guys attune to those."

Cleo follows Lizzie back to the counter. The man beams at them again, all fangs and freckles, "put the earrings on and hold hands."

Putting the earring on is easy- Cleo swaps out one of her old ones easily. Lizzie laces their fingers together and gives a squeeze. Cleo squeezes back, a little harder.

"Okay, now," he wraps his hands around theirs and begins murmuring to himself, a spell of some sort, his eyes glowing a slight red. The magic is warm, comforting, spreads up Cleo's arm, shoulder, into her neck and splitting off to her chest and her ear, and-

A slight, phantom hearbeat begins to thump lightly in her ear. It's a little too fast. She smiles.

He pulls away, the warmth evaporating as his eyes fade back to blue.

"And there you go!" he offers one last dazzling smile, "thanks for coming in, you two."

Lizzie reaches up to feel her new earring, her heart still a little too fast, "I-I'll hear something if my captain ever gets her heartbeat back, won't I?"

"Yep!" he says, "so long as it's attuned to your captain it'll let you hear their heartbeat."

Lizzie sighs, looking relieved, "thank you."

"No problem!" he waves as they go to leave, "come back anytime!"

#chanting fwhip fwhip fwhip fwhip #my favorite guy !! he's a vampire here !! idk how well i implied that !!#i'm soooo bad at describing settings SJDKLFJSLD something to work on <3 #shadowrot #brainrotting a pirate au #this isn't the kiss but it is something else that i thought might be fun #aerie drabbles #i should probably edit this later but i have a kiss to write

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fatkish · 1 month

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May I ask for a Tokoyami x Reader? A rivals to lovers trope - UA holds a masquerade ball event, and they end up dancing together, and the rivals to lovers energy just skyrockets ‼️

Tokoyami x Reader: Masquerade

(This is your masquerade outfit and mask. You can change the color, also I tried to stay as gender neutral as possible)

(This is Tokoyami’s outfit. The mask is made to fit his beak and blend in with his face)

You and Tokoyami had always been rivals since the quirk assessment test on day one, or, at least, both of your guys’s quirks were rivals

Your quirk allows you to summon and control the animals and creatures that are tattooed on your skin. The tattoos you currently possess are: a black widow spider, a Luna moth, an eastern dragon, an owl, a king cobra, a koi fish, and a wolf.

For whatever reason, your owl seems to dislike dark shadow, thus, a fight often breaks out whenever they are in close quarters

The was a pro hero masquerade gala event that Miruko, the pro you were interning with, was going to which meant you were too

You didn’t know what pro Tokoyami was interning with so when you saw Hawks, you didn’t think anything of it

Unlike your quirks, you and Tokoyami were on relatively good terms with each other, some of your summon animals liked him, some didn’t, most notoriously, your owl seemed to pick a fight with Tokoyami and Dark shadow, every time it saw them

Not being one for slow dancing or events like this, you stuck to area near the food. Being a wallflower and trying not to do anything much to gain attention

Tokoyami had walked up and asked you to dance, a slow dark lullaby like ballad played as Tokoyami slow danced with you

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Unknown to you, Hawks was playing as Tokoyami’s wing man

As the song played, Tokoyami led you to the dance floor and slowly began to waltz

His slow dancing skills coupled with the eerie and strangely macabre yet pleasant music only added to the boy’s mysterious charm

“I must admit, you’re a wonderful dancer Tokoyami”

“Thank you, though you’re praise is much appreciated, it is hardly necessary”

“I beg to differ. Any who, what made you choose to ask me to dance, I’m hardly any good at this as I’ve already stepped on your toes a few times”

“I don’t believe you’re a bad dancer, only time and much practice will improve your skill”

“If you say so”

“I must confess that I have ulterior motives for asking you to dance”

“Here we go”

“I wanted to ask you if you would do me the honor of being my boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic partner?”

“Are you serious?”

“As serious as I will ever be”

“Well then, I accept”

“Well then, from this moment fourth, please call me Fumikage, my love”

“Well, only if you call me (y/n), my dark prince”

“Absolutely, shall we continue our dark ballad? My love”

“Yes, we shall”

After accepting, you both continued to dance, as you swayed around the room, hand in hand.

Twisting and twirling, looking like two swans in the night, you continued your dance, following Tokoyami’s steps until the music ended

Only for clapping to echo in the room afterwards and the flashes of cameras to surround you both

(Hope you enjoyed this, sorry if it’s short)

Bonus:

After the event, Hawks kept pestering Tokoyami

“Just be sure to use protection, Tsukuyomi”

“… what?…”

Realizing what Hawks was alluding to

“… That is not why I asked them, and that is years ahead”

“I’m just saying”

“Enough”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami fukimage #mha tokoyami #bnha tokoyami

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mareenavee · 9 months

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Last Lines Tag

Hi! I was tagged by @greyborn2 and @archangelsunited to share the last lines of a few WIPS. I do have some of those!

tagging the amazing and wonderful @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @tallmatcha, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @gilgamish, @snippetsrus, @elfinismsarts, @rainpebble3, @rhiannon1199 and an honorary tag to @kookaburra1701 in case another WIP snuck up on you while you weren't looking (:

Without further ado, small tiny snippets below the cut! 5 active, 1 inactive, with two more collabs in planning stages and too many more of my own with plans but no words yet.

So not quite as unhinged a deal with the Daedric Prince of Unfinished WIPs as KB has going(💖), but a deal nevertheless.

(The thing about that Daedric Prince is She always wants more words, but never grants more time, sigh.)

From Chapter 29 of The World on Our Shoulders:

Teldryn carefully placed everything he carried on their desk, content to be ignored and eavesdrop. Neloth was explaining something he’d been able to puzzle out — he pointed at a rough diagram depicting a cross section of a skull and brain. Unnerving, but nothing anyone who’d studied Restoration wouldn’t have seen before. Nyenna reached out and touched his wrist without looking up from Neloth’s notes. It was a silent thanks, or perhaps a reassurance. He could see the set of her shoulders; the conversation was stressing her out in equal measure to how much it calmed Neloth.

From an Untitled (so far) Sequel to Little Dragon:

Teldryn heard the crackling of Magicka being pulled over the sound of the Familiar – soft, like embers on a log. He turned, and watched as Anisa, cheek still pressed to the bench where she sprawled, curly hair cascading down, untucked her arm from underneath herself and lazily cast Magelight with a small grumble. Shalnouada reached up and scooped the ball of light into its mouth in smooth, practiced movements. The Magelight passed through it, causing its body to glow a myriad colors, throwing glittering light across the walls and ceiling. The happy chittering of mudcrabs filled the room. Teldryn blinked in shock, then ran his palm over his face. He cast another instance of Magelight and pushed it toward the spectral crab. Its eyestalks rotated, locking onto its food source. Again, faster than anything, it scooped the magic up into its mouth, then made a contented sound as the glittering erupted and faded, just like before.

*Shalnouada = Dunmeris for River Spirit (Shaln (Spirit) + Ouada (River))

From Darkest Before the Dawn (A Varlais extra chapter):

Varlais jumped back as it expelled a stream of bile and blood. Ancarion had resummoned his Atronach, which crashed into the side of the dragon’s head with the full force and weight of its whole body. There was a sickening snap, likely somewhere in the beast’s neck. It was just a beast, after all. It had to be. Its bones still broke the same as everything else’s.

From Recurse, an upcoming Ondolemar fic for a prompt challenge:

He thought back to the revelations the odd Dwemer machine had given him. Each moment was recursive, trying to tell him something, puzzle pieces clicking into place. Things he’d forgotten, or not seen in the right frame of mind. It could have been a blessing, had things not already been so complicated.

Untitled Sideways Sequel to World, featuring Athis:

"Think of it like this," Farkas started. He paused and tapped the edge of his fist against his forehead. Athis snorted. Farkas grinned, but squeezed his eyes closed. "We'll be founding members of a new guild, kinda, right? And I know how much you hate vampires. It'll be fun to bring a bunch of 'em down. You won't have to think about, well, all of this. We'll be too busy." Optimistic, really. Athis did appreciate it, though. He looked over at his friend and managed a half-smile. "That's the idea, Farkas," he said. Farkas nodded and grinned widely and returned to his task. "I miss Nyenna, too, though," Farkas said after a moment. "A lot, actually." He pulled a long piece of grass taught and carefully braided together another ridiculously tiny row. "I'm sorry it all fell apart like this. It wasn't fair. But I'm with you, whatever you want to do." Athis looked at his friend who pointedly did not look back up from his work. This time it was the right thing to say. He felt marginally better. Maybe just halfway not as alone as before. He sighed again. "No turning back now, I suppose," he said with a shrug. "We'll be at the fort in no time at all."

and BONUS! The last lines of my writing from a secret, untitled prompt fill collab I'm writing with @changelingsandothernonsense.

You cannot stop it no matter how you rail. No matter how hard you pull back against destiny. You scream, and once again, the sound is lost to the Heart. And then – She is there, her golden skin a balm in this place of terror. She approaches, gilded form languid and graceful. Unbothered by the mountain. Untempted by the heart. She is real, and she is not. You are not. And still she approaches.

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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⟡ 𝐁𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑! ━━ 「 Love Aikawa. 」

male reader ʚɞ req by anon ( •̀ ᴗ •́ )و

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ FOR AS LONG as you could remember you’ve been obsessed with literature. Any horror or fantasy novel immediately caught your attention within the blink of an eye. And Love Aikawa only made your obsession worse, he brought every horror/fantasy novel that came into his view for you. Even though you both have different tastes in literature he still sits with you on the patio of his house to do his daily reading with you.

"Come on Love! They’re having the sale today!" You held your boyfriend’s wrist and began to tug on it so he would walk faster. Today was the only day of the year when your favorite store have their buy one get three free sales and you couldn’t stay off your feet the whole day because of the announcement.

Just the thought of owning so many horror and fantasy novels made your life feel complete. Love chuckled at your excited behavior, he could practically feel your energy radiate off you and onto him. "Calm down, it’s right around the corner." He fixed his glasses and started to walk faster so he could catch up with you. Since he doesn’t like it when you spend your money he was going to be paying for everything you brought today.

Once you both reached the store your eyes immediately traveled to the horror section, after looking at the price you looked for your boyfriend that was walking out of the section. "Love? Where ya' going?!" You deadpanned at your boyfriend who only shrugged his shoulders and walked to the shonen section. "I’ll be in the manga section, come back when you’re ready!" He waved and disappeared from your line of vision. You rolled your eyes and quickly turned your attention back to the books. Your eyes scanned the dark-colored spines and frowned until a certain book caught your eye.

"It by Stephen King?" You examined the thick book and began to scan through the first couple of pages. The book interested you so much till the point of you not even noticing that you’d been standing in the same spot for ten minutes. The way the another narrated the story and described everything threw you in a complete trance. "Did you pick out everything you wanted?" Love peaked over your shoulder to see what you were reading. "No, but I want this most definitely!" You held the book out in front of him and squealed while spinning around like a school girl.

Love scratched his chin at the book cover but held his tongue. "Do–Do you wanna go to the fantasy aisle? I heard they’re handing out free stickers." He tried to hold back his laugh as you nodded your head in agreement. "Yes! You know I love stickers!" You grabbed his hand once more and quickly dragged him over to the section with the biggest grin on your face.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "THANK YOU SO much, babe! I can’t wait to read all of these!" You held the bag to your chest and started to dance around your boyfriend who laughed at your actions. As you both made it to his house you immediately took your shoes off and jumped on the sofa, while eagerly patting a spot for your boyfriend to sit down at. "Calm down I’m coming." He took off his glasses and dropped the keys. The same rush of excitement you felt earlier came back to you quickly when you placed the books down in front of you.

"What did you get?" You peeked through his bag to see the multiple mangas. "Mmm, I got one piece, hell's Paradise, and dragon ball!" He showed you the colorful books one by one. You hummed softly and leaned your head on his shoulder with a satisfied smile on your face, not before pecking his lips and thanking him one more time. For the entire day, you spent the rest of your time with your boyfriend by reading and cuddling.

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚#anime #manga #animanga #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach x male reader #black reader #male reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #black male reader #bleach x reader #love aikawa

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tsuteychubbyhumanmate · 19 days

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The night was dark, only lit by the twinkling stars from the heaven's above and the goddess of the Moon's light. Candle light fire and flower petals of roses, lotusis , irises, peonys and dahlias of every color surrounded the holy couple in a bed of flowers in the shape of a heart yet regardless to Zed none of the beauty of those things nothing could compare to Sasha. None in his centuries of living.

A light breeze graced the couple, brushing Sasha beautiful golden locks to the side as she stared at the stars, her light blue eyes shined in awe as her pale, plush lips parted into a smile. "Sasha." Zed whispered, his grey hand coming to cup her cheek, grabbing the attention of his love. "Yes, skull?" She asked, taking in the sight of her husband.

His white faded dark grey hair and his two angel like, royal blue wings raffled from the wind. He was as handsome the day they had met one other. "I wish to gift you something. You must close your eyes." Zed said moving a piece of hair out her face. "a gift for me?" Sasha teased with a grin as Zed shook his head with the tinest of smiles. "Just do it." obeying his request she closed her eyes, and practically squirmed in excitement. Oh how she loved surprises!

Zed caressed his wife's cheek with his thumb before leaning in, pressing his lips against hers in a gently kiss that soon turned heated, she tasted just like dragon fruit and raspberries with a hint of whip cream. It was an interesting taste that swirled with the strawberries and passion fruite Zed ate earlier.

Sash let out a loud moan, her back hit the bed of flowers, body bare of her clothes after the snap of Zed's fingers. Her back arched as her husband's bulbous tip traced and rubbed between her wet outer lips,spread his pearly pre-come and coating his dick with her love juices before he diped within her, his cock grow longer within her slick coated cunt, slowly pushing until his balls laid against the curve of her ass cheeks. Sasha had no time to brace herself as the Enilty above her, pullled out until only his tip was in before thrusting inside, His pace was hard yet passion, his cock bumped and nudged her cervix in a toe-curling way. the wet slaps of skin hiting skin, and her breathless moans, whines and cries echoed into the quiet night.

Zed's arm circled his wife's waist as he moved to sat back into his knees, his dick reaching places Sasha didn't know was there. She leaned back, put her hands on the ground and began to bounce on Zed's dick, her pussy felt like a heaven he never wanted to leave, she was always so warm, and tight even after all the times they had made love, the ridges of her walls stroke his cock faster.

she rolled her hips and little groans and hisses left entity of death, losing himself in the pleasure of his wife.

Sasha could feel herself getting closer and closer to that heavenly euphoria, the knot inside straining more and more. Her moans became more high pitched and her eyes rolled back, her nails digged into the dirty of her earth, her blue eyes glowed as she came with scream, a stutter in her movement.

Zed groaned, his wings thrashed. His cock throbed as his cum covered every crevice of Sasha's pulsing cunt.

The unearthly couple separated reluctantly, taking they're time to come down from their high.

Zed spoke up, "Happy birthday my love." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Sasha grinned tiredly but so full of happiness, an over warming of love filled her heart, " I love you." She said softly, Zed smiled, that was only reserved for her.

"I love you for infinity."

This is for my every best friend @blackllghtshadow , you are the sweetest angel I could have ever met and I love you most. I hope you had the most amazing birthday. this is my gift to you.

Love, flower.

#oc fanfiction #oc romance #oc not mine #happy birthday sweets!#love you most

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cafemagie-magie · 2 years

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Howdy! First I just wanna say you're a really great artist, one of the best I've ever seen, and I love every single one of your LWA fanarts! And if you don't mind, I just wanted to ask how you learned to draw? I've always wanted to learn, but I'm not sure how to learn the fundamentals and progressively get better until I'm as great as someone like you. If you know any books, videos online, exercises/habits, or any resource to look up and learn how to draw and slowly get better, that'd be great!

Hi! Thank you very much, I’m touched by your kind words ^^

I give you Diakko but theyre motivation coaches to wish you the best ! Have fun with drawing, it's one of the best thing on Earth!

It took some time to answer because I wanted to write a document with a lot of resources, so you and other fellows can use it :

To answer the first part of the question, I always loved doodling with a pencil and replicating manga panels like Dragon Ball, Naruto... also I love scientific illustration and fashion design! Never took art classes, but went to an art club in high school^^

I have a pencil and watercolour self taught art background, drew since 9 but with a lot of art breaks (the most recent one lasted 4 years because of pharmacy studies), digital art came very late when I hit 23 (January of this year, got an iPad!🥳🎂) and I learned it with the resources stated in this shared document :D

Now for the second part, let's say every artist have their own art planet, like the Little Prince 😊

You have your art home, and realism is the house foundation to you build up other skills on it. The first skill associatied with foundation is observation : when you look at something...how does it work? Why is this moving like that? What are the simplified shapes of it?

Near you home, you can plant your favourite artists seeds from other art planets in your own art garden to be inspired by them. They'll bloom into different flowers, scents and colors... they'll inspire your work as you progress :D it's like pretty things to admire and look up to! To keep you on the go and learn from them! (It works with the library metaphor too, like having a collection of your fav artists, subjects, reference...)

Then you build up solid walls for your house, by learning/practicing technical things like figure drawing, life drawing, drapery... with these, you can already have a lot of fun!

Adding windows will bring you some fresh air as you'll explore colour theory, light and shadow... at this stage, traditionally or digitally, you'll be able to create really cool sketches/llustrations! You can always use references and observe them to understand the light source, a particular scenery, or some tricky anatomy position, etc...so you can incorporate it in your drawing.

Then you can make your house bigger by adding new rooms: learning how to draw specific things like detailed backrounds, animals, weapons, machinery, everything you'll be interested in...if you started with humans only for example.

Later on, you can decor your house with things like art style, aesthetics, that little somtheing that makes people recognize your works...these come naturally as you progress so dont worry too much about it!

Building a comfy house takes time but it's your home and even if there will be struggles/frustration... enjoying the process is key to a happy artist journey ^^

Hope this helped, and you can always dm for more specific things, if needed (or ask anonymously again, I’m shy so I’ll understand lol)

#ask solace #art advice #art resources #artist help

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The combination of a pure white feather and band - both unusually clean and well kept despite their mutable coloration. Chin-length hair no less brilliantly red than the untold Fire Dragons of the Flame Barrel. Lastly, a bright and impish demeanor that lends no possibility for mistake toward the young man in question. Condensing all these things into one welcome face, familiarity lights a spark in the Hero-King’s eye and his earnest greeting follows:

“Why, if it isn't. . .Xane! What a pleasant surprise!”

An old friend. Another ally reunited on Fódlan shores. The occasion is first and foremost a happy one, though Marth cannot deny the curiosity of seeing the elusive manakete manifesting here of all places when he’d proven scarce even in their native Archanea. On that note, he smiles on a moment of contemplation.

“It has been a long time, my friend. Too long." Long to humans but short for the dragonkin, the Altean royal could only imagine. To those of the world's most primordial race who see the long-flowing years as mere minutes trickling by. Nevertheless, his friendly words continue without missing a beat. "If I may ask, what brings you so far from Archanea? Naturally I cannot hold you to any one place, but whatever your plans, I would be happy to find you here in the days to come.”

Xane whips around, heart rate skyrocketing with adrenaline- no way he's scarcely been here a week he's not that fortunate to see-

"Princey! Heya!" He practically forgets himself, nearly tripping over his own feat in his haste to come over (completely forgetting to be aloof and unbothered for the moment). There's no mistaking that friendly smile (though you could easily mistake the blue hair and lordly-ness. too many of those around here)

"Ah hah- I've just been traveling, here and there ya know? shouldn't I be asking you that? don't you have a kingdom to run?" just as quickly as he lost himself, he's back on the ball and as easy going as ever. he gently elbow's Marth "Then again I can't blame you for wanting to learn more. I'm probably here for the same reason as you- heard about all the knowledge packaged here and wanted to come see it for myself! All the better to find some familiar faces. I'll probably be sticking around for a bit, so get used to seeing me! or maybe even another one of you~" he snickers, clearly already of a mind to cause plenty of trouble using his old commander's face.

Inside, Xane has two competing thoughts:

One is that he's overjoyed to see his old friend hale and happy- Marth is one of the reasons he set Fodlan as his destination after all. He'd been admittedly curious about how the Hero King was fairing, and had wanted to ride on his coat tails just a little longer.

Two is that he left Archanea for a reason, that reason being he was getting too attached. It had gotten to the point he'd known most of the army by name, between the tactics that required borrowing different forms left and right to the community that was fostered between them all as they marched to keep their spirits up... all Xane could ever think about in those days was the growing anxiety of how quickly his new comrades lives would be snuffed out, be it by the blade of steel or time.

Thanks to this, what should be a purely lighthearted and joyful occasion has nerves turning in Xane's stomach... hopefully not literally turning, he doesn't need to untie his organs again thankyou very much. He resolves to quickly set all of those thoughts aside lest they begin to show on his face, princey is too attentive for his own good really. After all he's a part of the blue lions, same as Marth apparently, so he'd better get used to it.

(Why oh why did he get into the blue lions instead of anywhere else? he bemoans his luck, not realizing his assignment may be due to wanting to be closer to his friends.)

#arcstral #Marth!FireEmblem #Xane!FireEmblem #Ask the Freelancer #woa marth jumpscare :D #Xane has a lot of feelings about having human friend dw abt it

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bayoubodycount · 1 year

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Tell me more.

MC

Aquarius

1H

MC- what do you think your reputation is?

Often my fandom related speculation can be overly optimistic, so I try not to spec too much(I'm a "Supernatural" refugee who not only saw my ship sunk by a million canon balls blasted in the hull and an army's worth of knives run through the stern, but my favorite character was meaninglessly killed off in the last episode). So due to my trust issues with showrunners, I'm quite hesitant to speculate at all, and merely wish upon a star. But like Lestat, I'm a fan of love and have a capacity to "endure." So hopefully I seem pleasant and supportive on this sometimes treacherous site😎✌

1H- my style...

You are asking someone with Adult Attention Deficit Disorder what there style is? 🤣🤣🤣😶

Shoot, I feel, like I switch as quickly as a squirrel hopped up on caffeine! I have always adored vampires, have sympathized with their plight. I had my goth phase where black was all I owned(forever a Depeche Mode fan and adored the movie The Crow). Still love back, since it's so slimming, but am partial to green(looks great with my Auburn hair).

I try to stay on top of things but have ADHD, so my eternal procrastination is constantly at odds with that. I love keeping my life as simple as possible. I really would be like Hermione with that time travel bauble to get every experience out of life possible but I just don't have the energy for that🙃And I try focusing on what IS within my ability to control, rather than what I cannot. Decent blood pressure is my constant goal.

I love Dark Academia, but really all books genres appeal to me(EXCEPT TAX LAW!!!) If Louis is a bookworm then I am a Book Dragon🐉. I have glasses and hearing aids, that plus the ADHD means I probably look a freak from another planet whenever in public with an insatiable curiosity for all things earthling🤓

Mainly I stay away from wearing pink, it's pretty, but I'm of Irish complexion and practically burn in the moonlight so pink tends to make me look like I'm sporting a perpetual sunburn. I love comfort so a nice sweater and comfy pair of button fly 501 Levi's are my go-to. My home decor is kind of a Hodge Podge of outdoor/camping aesthetic and fall colors...I wanted to wrap myself in the feeling of a cozy Autumn collage clinging to the last dog day of summer for acceptable camping weather.

Hope this helps🤣🤣🤣

OOPs- Aquarius: Do you come wider yourself antisocial or social?

I feel 50/50..love chatting, vibing, seeing people but so help my introverted ass.. If I do not get some alone time each day I quickly spiral down the insanity rabbit hole🤪

#Astrology Ask Game

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spicykaraage · 7 months

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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Jirou Akutagawa

[PROFILE]

Birthday: May 5th (Taurus)

Blood Type: AB

Relatives: Father, Mother, Older Brother, Younger Sister

Father’s Occupation: Self-Employed (dry cleaning company)

Elementary School: Hyotei Academy Primary School

Middle School: Hyotei Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Third Year | Class 3-C | Seat 2

Club: Tennis Club - Regular

Committee: Community Activities Committee

Strong Subjects: Engineering, PE

Weak Subjects: Classic Literature, Chinese Literature

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Courtyard, Rear Garden, Rooftop, Infirmary

Favorite Motto: “All things come to those who wait.”

Daily Routines: Changing his pillowcase

Hobbies: Reading manga (in magazines), sleeping, going to collaboration cafes [TP]

Favorite Color: Orange

Favorite Music: He falls asleep no matter what he listens to

Favorite Movie: He falls asleep no matter what he watches

Favorite Book: Any shounen manga (he’s recently borrowed one from Yuuta [TP])

Favorite Food: Lamb, mousse pocky, Country Ma’am cookies [23.5]

Favorite Anniversary: “Autumn when I was a First Year~… What day was it?”

Preferred Type: A bright and fun girl

Ideal Date Spot: A manga cafe ➜ A bookstore you can sleep in [TP]

His Gift for a Special Person: “The sheep alarm clock I use.”

Where He Wants to Travel: He doesn’t care where, just as long as he can stay at a nice hotel

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: “I want a big sofa in my room.” ➜ “A summer house… So, whaddya say? Atobe!” [TP]

Dislikes: Tomatoes, the stairs at Gakuto’s house [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Reciting all the Stand names from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, performing the Kamehameha from Dragon Ball [23.5]

Spends Allowance On: Buying new flavors of pocky

Routine During the World Cup: Doing high fives with Marui

[DATA]

Height: 160cm

Weight: 49kg ➜ 51kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 26cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: Serve & Volleyer

Signature Moves: Magic Volley

Time He Wakes Up: 7:00am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 10:00pm

Number of Days He Goes to Morning Practice: Twice a month

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: WILSON (HYPER PRO STAFF 7.6 with ROLLERS)

Shoes: WILSON (SURGE DST 02 Mid S1234W)

Overall Rating: Speed: 3 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 3 / Mental: 3 / Technique: 5 / Total: 17

Kurobe Memo: “A player like Akutagawa who relies on his instincts is a little hard to train… He also often oversleeps. If he would at least finish the regular training program, I would be able to give him some quantifiable results and feedback.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bag:

Pocky // A girl in his class put it in his bag while he was asleep

Manga // His older brother is also a manga lover and lends his manga to Jirou once he’s done reading them

Marui’s wristband // He forcibly took it from Marui during the Newcomer’s Tournament when they were First Years

A cell phone with GPS functionality // His parents gave it to him since they’re worried about him falling asleep anywhere

Copies of the class notes // His classmates worked together and made them for all subjects

An alarm clock that adjusts the time using radio waves // Bought by the club members as a birthday gift

What’s in His Locker [C&S]:

Two plastic water bottles (he uses them as pillows)

A wall clock

Towels // There’s a large pile of them inside his locker. It may be that he’s using them as pillows or bedding so he can sleep in his locker…

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post

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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years

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The Poshest Bedstead in Islington

Part 8

Harry,

We've been here about a week and (is it weird that I have trouble calling him Mr. Black instead of Sirius? Mr. Black is better than Your Grace because if anyone who isn't Kreacher calls him that he giggles) anyway he said we could write as much as we liked because Dumbledore didn't know anything worth knowing about childrearing. And that you needed your friends right now.

I wish I could be with you, mate. Or you could be here. Hermione and I both miss you. She's currently on page 5 of her letter to you, so expect to be reading forever. She was right put out with Dumbledore telling her she couldn't write you. Called him an interfering old goat once.

Mostly, we've been going through the attics and standing very still while mum pins things to fit them better (or schoolwork, but being fitted for clothing is better than that). I know I heard they outfitted you, but Mr. Black is letting mum outfit us too! Mum didn't even say anything about being beholden to people. I think dad said it would be okay, though. It's pretty formal here, mostly, like we eat at very specific times (and there's courses at dinner!) and we dress for dinner and there's afternoon tea. And we call Sirius Mr. Black now, which mum says we should have done from the beginning.

There's loads to do, though, if we can pry Hermione out of the library. The gardens go on forever, practically, and there are brooms for flying and croquet and cricket and helping mum with the planting beds. Mum's having a fine time in the gardens. I think she's planning a pond or something. She and Mr. Balck had a whole conversation about decorative fish. Didn't know there were enough things to say about decorative fish to fill an hour.

I hope you don't mind we all went through the attics for clothes. Mr. Black said the attics were stuffed and he wasn't joking. At all. We spent three solid days just sorting things out. Er, I hope you don't think I look like a giant berk. Mum said the styles I liked best were 'Regency', but not the weird knitted pantaloons and boots with tassels (really mate, tassels? Gin laughed herself to hiccups). I liked the top boots and breeches and things. I've just about worked out a few different ways to tie a cravat, too. Mum says I have awful taste in waistcoats, but wait til you see the stripes!

Never thought I'd find anything more comfortable than jeans, but it is.

Me and Hermione wanted to wait for you, but Kreacher said we had to dress, and properly, for dinner. I reckon pretty much everyone in the house does what Kreacher says. Wait til you see Hermione! She liked things from the 1920s best. She's even figured out ways to handle her hair, since she doesn't want it cut. Nearly gave mum a spasm at her skirt lengths, but she looks more like herself than I thought she ever could. She said she feels like herself.

That's how I felt, too. I saw myself in the mirror and for the first time I looked like me. Did…is that how it felt for you? That you saw the person you'd always wanted to see in the mirror?

Oh—mum finally found out I hate maroon. Apparently she thought I loved it because I never complained and just wore the things she got me. She thought it was just the style of those awful dress robes and not the color I hated. I didn't know complaining was an option! At least not complaining to mum. I didn't know that even Percy complained bitterly every time mum tried to make him wear something with dragons on it. Those were from Charlie. But I just buttoned up and complained to you and Hermione later. So, no more maroon for me. Mum said she'd show me a color changing charm, too. I wish I'd thought of that for the Yule Ball. I looked awful.

We're all waiting to use the old nursery and schoolroom until you're here. Mr. Black outfitted both of them for us so we'd have space away from the adults, but we want that to be something we explore with you. We've been using the games and things in the drawing room, mostly. A lot of them are pretty old. Mum drew the line at playing Snapdragons, though. She didn't like us trying to snatch up flaming raisins for some reason.

Fred and George have their own space in a shed right at the back of the gardens so they can't blow us all up. We don't see much of them during the day. Mr. Black seems to have helped mum feel better about them wanting to open a joke shop. Maybe it helps having someone to talk to? Dad had to run out on emergency calls a lot so he wasn't home much. I can't imagine it's much fun talking to six year olds all day. Or Mr. Lovegood. He was closest to us.

Oh! I almost forgot—Kreacher says that all of us are to have penmanship lessons because our writing is a disgrace to the magical community. Even Hermione! Mum told me and Gin and the twins it served us all right because she taught us to write properly. She did. We had copybooks and everything. Kreacher saw a letter from Percy and said that we should have taken after him more.

Percy isn't talking to dad right now. They had some kind of screaming row about his new job. He's right under this person called Dolores Umbridge, who dad said is the human personification of a pink toad, but with much less charisma. I didn't think dad had it in him to be so rude about anyone. She really must have got his hackles up. In any case, dad told Perce that the Ministry only gave him the job to spy on us and Percy apparently lost it. Not a shock, really. He's always been highly strung and mum says he's burnt to the socket with overwork.

Mr. Black said that he had plans for Percy and no one should worry. Honestly, I think maybe we should worry. Mum's a bit sad about it because Perce is refusing any invitations to dinner and the like.

And Mr. Black has had loads of owls from the Ministry lately. He's writing you all about it, but he's working on clearing his name. Percy did tell mum in his last letter that the DMLE is in an uproar and all you can hear is Madam Bones shouting at people when you go past. And that a group of clockwork penguins keep escaping from DMLE holding and she's threatening to send them to dad.

Mr. Black says you'll be here soon. It would be grand to have loads of time before term starts again to have fun. We usually only get a few days or a couple of weeks. Hermione and mum and Mr. Black (but really it's down to Kreacher) are making us get our summer essays done. The library helped loads, even if we aren't allowed half the books. Kreacher said you had the same ones and he'd hold all our work to the same OWL standard (except for Gin). Hermione had to redo her Charms essay five times and I think she wanted to chuck it at his head in the end. It helps, though, knowing what's expected.

Mr. Black told us not to argue with Nanny, so I started in studying Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. They're probably in store for you, too. Kreacher had a few things to say about our course selection, but most of that was directed at our professors for not advising us better.

Gin is staring at me, trying to get me to finish so we can go out to the garden. She's a fiend for Quidditch (and she decided on the same kind of clothes I liked. She's worse at cravats, thankfully, or I'd never hear the end of it.)

Hope we see you soon,

Ron

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