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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 years

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Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

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trancylovecraft · 8 months

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Can I request a yandere Kokushibo piece where his s/o is a Hashira that has somehow mastered Moon breathing. Sorry if it’s too vague but I loved your other Kokushibo pieces. Feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t interest you tho and I love all your work.

(KNY) YANDERE KOKUSHIBO x MOON HASHIRA! READER: Headcannons

• Interesting prompt! I like it. (Tysm too btw :> cant ignore such nice words lol. Sorry it took so long)

• Kokushibo in general I headcannon to be very possessive, Protective and obsessive.

• These traits only skyrocket once he finds you.

• You, The Moon Hashira take a lot of pride of pride in your style, One that you assumed you invented yourself.

• Its only once you come face to face with Kokushibo when hunting for demons is when you realise that’s false.

• Kokushibo on first sight think’s you’re a rather attractive person. He doesn’t say anything but he does gain an interest though it is mostly about your appearance as a good meal to absorb.

• Said interest becomes an obsession however once you finally show off Moon Breathing. He’s stunned, Yet in absolute exhiliration too.

• As a human, Michikatsu wanted a way to preserve his breathing technique, He had no sucessors. Yorichii tried to tell him it didn’t matter but of course Michikatsu didn’t agree much.

• But seeing you here is like seeing his legacy come to fruition. He’s frozen in admiration and joy as you come running at him with one of your attacks ready to behead him.

• You’re strong of mind too, You were able to charge at him instead of freeze in fear at the mere sight of him.

• Suddenly inside his cold dead heart he could feel it grow three times bigger that day. Something about you was just amazing, And he had to have it.

• So as you charge at him, Yelling out your next move you can see him running towards you as well.

• And in a split second everything goes blank, You fall to the ground unconscious and your sword skitters away from your grasp.

• Kokushibo stands over you, All six of his eyes watching your figure with great interest. He can’t kill you yet, You are his legacy and his mark in history. You’ve gained his attention.

• Your kasugai crow, Who was sitting in the tree nearby tried to fly off for help. But was instantly struck down by one of Kokushibo’s swords.

• Can’t let any more pests intervene with with his work

• You wake up in some house deep inside the japanese wilderness. Away from any society or village with your only company being the animals and your new captor

• Your sword is gone. Your legs are chained to your bed and the door in the room is locked.

• Kokushibo is already there to tell you how this is going to go. You are now nothing more than a possession, You cannot leave the house and he says it in such a brash way that it almost makes you cry harder.

• If you try to attack him he will not take it. He will slap you to the side and you’ll be too out of it afterwards to continue.

• You’re usually not let out and your weapon is nowhere in sight, However Kokushibo tends to take you out once a month or so to train with him.

• Of course, You have ankle weights and your sword is made of bamboo so you cant do anything other than bonk him on the head with it. So killing him is off the table.

• You can still use your breathing techniques though, And he wants you to show them off to him.

• He also tries to converse with you about the breathing style, As anti-social as he is he does want someone to talk to about moon breathing since you two are the only ones in history to wield it

• He asks you how you were able to master it. Did you learn it from someone or come up with it on your own? How long have you used it? How many forms have you been able to use?

• He gets really irritated when you just ignore him in favour of spitting insults, He doesn’t tolerate that kind of disrespect and tosses you back into your shared bedroom.

• Oh right, You two also share a bed. You are his wife so it is only right <3

• If this was a platonic scenario then he might’ve considered you his apprentice or his Tsuguko. However since this is romantic he considers you to be his wife and refers to you as such.

• Anyone you might’ve known in your time as a Hashira gets hunted down by him. Any co-workers you mention? Dead in a ditch somewhere. Anyone you’re particularly friendly with? Gone!

• God forbid you have a husband, Kokushibo will not hesitate.

• If you ever have kids, May it be from stockholm syndrome or something much more vile. Kokushibo will be teaching them moon breathing and will expect you to help out.

• If you do fall into stockholm then he will soften up and use moon themed petnames to match your breathing

• Little moon, My crescent.

• Its cheesy.

• Either way this man loves that you know moon breathing, He adores you for it.

• A little too much, But I’m sure its nothing to worry about

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ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons · 1 year

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Hermitcraft laptop sticker headcannons!!

(because guess who got a bunch of stickers for Christmas and slapped 'em straight on her laptop, couldn't be meee)

Pearl - has a bunch of soup stickers (like you can't see the original colour of her laptop there's that many) with different cans of soup as well, a few aliens, 3 really cute llamas, nugget and olive in cat form, a perlescent coloured moon,(of course) a boatem pole sticker (one was given to each boatem member by an unknown entity at the end of S8/ start of s9), a trident sticker an MCC and MCC pride sticker (from that one time she played and MCC pride event), a couple sunflower stickers (that she doesn't actually recall putting on there, but she kept anyway because they're cute) the life series stickers (green yellow and red hearts in a row, also not placed there by her, too sticky to take off) and an Evo portal sticker, because even though the watchers destroyed the world, she still had happy memories from being reunited with her siblings and meeting new friends

Gem - lots and lots of flowers, a wizard hat, a sun sticker, (because the flowers need their sunshine to grow strong) a custom geminislay sticker with a sword and a bow on it, an xlife logo sticker, some pretty deer antlers with flowers on them, MCC and MCC pride stickers, dog stickers including a custom Winnie sticker and of course a bunch of pride stickers including this really cute one with a bi flag on a cat paw

That's about all for now (even tho there's only two people lol, I'm kinda tired) there might be some more soon o/

(also, hi! I'm kinda new. If it's alright could I be 🌻 annon? (of course if it's not taken yet) hope your day is going well so far!!)

Ooooh!! Stickers!!

(Hi! I’m Kish, nice to meet ya! and yep, you can!)

#hermitcraft #headcanons #hermitcraft headcanons #hermitblr #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #🌻 anon

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taiyakiiwrites · 2 years

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— DATING START! feat. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

pairing(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

content: what it’s like dating Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite™️, no bad vibes in this one, so don’t sweat it

notes: i was looking forward to this one HFJDKDKS— i love him so much and i’m glad i get this chance to rant about him and a fictional life with him

⇉ requests are open!! || main masterlist || rules

your relationship is… hectic <33

constantly reeling in katsuki whenever he loses his temper or goes a bit too far with anything; it almost feels like you’re babysitting at times ㅠㅠ

but now that he’s in a relationship, he does try harder to keep a cool head

can’t look like a moron in front of the one person whose opinion he cares about

and if you’re the type, he’ll reel you in if you start to go off at someone or something

it’ll look weird as hell to others with katsuki in that position instead of you, but it’s what makes your relationship great

dates include…!

rock climbing and hiking! it was probably the first thing he wanted to do with you once you guys got closer, and he makes sure to get you outside at least once a week (hahaha i live in my bedroom—)

and even if the bugs annoy you and your feet hurt, it’s quality time between you two, and he’s happy that you want to participate in things he enjoys

cooking! he’ll constantly scowl you if you get an egg shell in the bowl or cut some ingredients wrong, but then he puts his hands over yours to guide you, and presses his chest against your back… sorry, what were we talking about—?

plus, the rest of class 1A isn’t complaining when you two make extra food for everyone 👀

and side note: if you do ever feel under the weather or just shitty in general, he’ll make you a comfort food or two of yours <33

which leads me toooo!

he’s a quiet lover, if anything

words are not his forte in the slightest, so he shows his love in other ways:

waking up with a blanket over you if you fell asleep on the couch, quietly sliding you notes from class when he sees you struggling with a topic, and random articles of clothing appearing on your bed when you coincidentally said you liked it when you two were at the mall once!

then you wear the clothes he bought then next day and he’ll just beam with pride

whenever you get anything right actually, he has trouble hiding his proud grin

you look over at him and catch his smile, and on rare occasion if he doesn’t look away instantly, he just rolls his eyes and gives you a thumbs up

that’s the only time he’s not quiet: when he brags about you to his friends in the most cocky and condescending way possible

it’s flattering tbh—

back to the favor thing: f you try to bring up the favors he does for you to him, he’ll deny ever doing it 💀

the best you’ll get out of him is a “tsk, whatever” or “it was nothing”

that’s how he always is: he hides the nice things he does for you with mean words (ie. “you’re an idiot if you think that outfit looks bad on you”, “you sometimes doubt that i actually love you? did your parents drop you on the head when you were a child?”)

he’ll push his favors to the side even if he did the most extra thing for you HFKDKJSJS

you: “YOU GOT ME TICKETS TO MY FAVORITE BAND?!”

katsuki: “yeah, and?”

you: “how did you get these seats? and the tickets sell out in practically minutes, i—?

katsuki: “look, just GET READY, WE’RE LEAVING FOR DINNER AT 7!”

you: “AND YOU’RE TAKING ME OUT TO DINNER?”

katsuki: “SHUT UP—!”

yeah it’s great

tho, be wary: if you get literally anything for him, he will shut down

just freeze

that is until he realizes how stupid he looks and then just averts his eyes and mutters “thank you” as he brings it close to his chest

MY HEART HDJSKKDJD

anytime you want to do something cheesy and romantic with him, he immediately groans and slaps his face

but, and you didn’t hear this from me,

… he would not mind going on a bowling or ice skating date with you

squeeze everything you can out of those days though, because those dates are once in a blue moon

take soooo many pictures

send him them with a little heart emoji and he’ll pretend he doesn’t care, but you’ll see the next day that he set one of them as his lock screen <33

as for bad traits: he gets jealous easy, protective. he doesn’t like the idea that you could easily replace him or that there’s someone out there meant for you that isn’t him. sometimes he goes a little too far with it, like i said.

how to fix this? give him hugs, spend a little extra time with him. reassure him that he means the world to you and you wouldn’t trade him for anything else. he’ll hug you back and hold you tight, repeating your words in his head

you guys are a total power couple in the end. no one can get past you two or between you two in any situation. ♡

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you

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darkdreamtheorist · 2 months

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This would be a nice concept for a funny animal story: a goat walks the farm on its back legs working like their master when they’re out of town on chores or sundries, but fail every chance due to their stubbornness and pride of being close to said farmer makes him ready to hold the load on his own when his barnyard animal friends want to help him as well. Maybe as a joke, but I don’t mind making up a tale of this.

I had this made by John Fountain on X/Twitter, designing an anthro version of Jeb, grouchy goat from Home on The Range, as a farmhand.

Some point in Joan’s life, her, Gene, and Matt, visit Patch of Heaven to see how were things w Farmer Jeb after Pearl Gesner bit it to her own patch on Heaven.

Even tho Calloway acted as leader for the farm, Farm wasn’t doing well, and with Jeb insisiting he work his friends ragged, they could use their help to get his senses in order. Joan & Gene growled at the ol’bill, her analyzing this abuse in the barnyard. “You may wear the overalls and red jimjams here, Jebediah Williams, but you can’t make a factory from of yer barnyard pals. You may be older than most of these folks, but that don’t make you wise,makes you a wiseass! If there’s something gnawing under your beard that’s makin’ you push them away, you can tell’em; they’re grieving Mrs. Gesner’s loss as much as you. You know that, right?”

In truth, he did miss Pearl much as they do, but didn’t want to feel soft, had to act tough and worked his hooves off to hide his pain when he raised his post as farmhand with Mrs. Calloway.

Jeb will ask for their help next time he’s playing farmhand, and let the new hire Emily assist when his back acts out, right after she gets the prickles off her paws. Jack and Buck tried giving her a home sickness remedy, finding things that reminded her of Santa Monica, CA (used to be a valley girl in her Arcean life). “I was pleased with the geyser as a hot tub in the desert, rolling my paws on cacti like they were massage rollers, big nuh-uh! Got most of those pins outta my hands, but my feet are another story. Owwuu!”. Wooper and Gene pull prickles off Emily’s feet with the chicks n pigs, but her howling got louder with every pull, til then Matt’s Smoochum’s Demon Kiss numbed her down til Quagsire’s Wake-Up Slap could get her up prickle free!

(See, Emily did come to Mrs. Calloway years ago when she and her drunkard Mightyena dad Mike stumbled into the old west via Hoopa’s portals.

They were victims of lycanthropy after he fiddled around with what he thought was a plain ol’ wolfette, but in fact was a shewolf. During on of those full moon seasons, she bit one of his shoulders and became a Mightyena dogman overnight, drowning his shame and sorrow in any brandy he snatched from homes to homes.

Calloway and Grace welcomed them to POH, but Mike’s drinking annoyed the cows, asking he learn to sober up til he could see his daughter once she’s been made “a proper shewolf”, having spent most their lives in the wild for decades even after their werewolfing. Months pass and Emily was like Calloway, proper and a bit modest, dressing in full gowns or blouses that cover her entire body and gloves, an old N’Gaian tradition to discern Narnians from Barbans from the early years.

While she did pick up Calloway’s “Colonial English” speech, her Cali accent does slip in at extreme emotional moments, like reuniting with her Tepig pal Tempa, fully grown to Emboar. She’s glad to cut loose and naked upon returning home to Arcea, but kept the modest clothes to remind her of Calloway and POH.)

#joan’s parck #fanon #alternate universe #home on the range #disney fanart #goat farmhand #pokemon

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mileseywilesey · 2 years

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Okay so I just watched Sing 2 and now you guys get my headcanons for the characters.

Johnny - He/They, Bisexual, came out to his dad before the first movie and his dad thought it was a joke (all the more reason he's so keen on making his dad proud in the first movie)

Ash - Any pronouns, genderfluid, lesbian. Thought she was bi, after breaking up with Lance she discovered maybe she wasn't attracted to men at all .

Meena - They/She, Cottagecore Pansexual. Hasn't come out to her parents because of her anxiety (they are allies tho).

Gunter - Will tell you he/him but doesn't actually care. He's giving spongebob so Homoromantic Asexual. Also maybe trans man.

Mr. Moon - Asexual, Aromantic spectrum (maybe just aromantic), possibly homoromantic. His life long dream was to open a theatre, he is not a straight man.

Miss Crawly - Lesbian. Y'know those old ones, definetley had some secret girlfriends back in her day.

Rosita - Straight Ally. "Free Mom Hugs" at pride. She has 25 children. No way all of them are straight.

Norman - Straight Ally. Doesn't actually know what's happening. Rosita made him a "Free Dad Hugs" shirt

Johnny's Dad - Raised in a homophobic household, homophobic at first, is learning. Just like the character development he got in the first movie.

Nooshy - Any pronouns, polysexual or omnisexual

Clay Calloway - Those scary bikers that you think are about to hate crime you, but in reality he's an amazing ally, and definetley kissed a few guys back in his prime

Jimmy Crystal - Homophobic, but the manipulative kind. Definetley manipulated Jerry big time

Jerry - Idk but he's fruity that last line where he said "I love you" to Mr. Crystal will not be ignored. Was raised in a broken household and doesn't know how to cope with feelings, met Mr. Crystal in school, fell in love, now he works for him,

Porsche Crystal - She's voiced by Halsey, what more information do you need? Learning to except herself after being raised in a very much mentally abusive household by her very much mentally and sometimes physically absusive father.

Ice Cream Guy - Bisexual, He/They/She (in order of prefrence). Cottagecore.

Lance - Y'know Ash's ex bf from the first movie? This is him. He's like a middle school boy. Is straight and lowkey homophobic but will slap his homies ass.

Becky - That one girl Lance was with. Bicurious, when asked she'll say straight but enjoys kissing girls in her free time. As one does.

Darius - I wanna say straight ally but his theatre obsession tells me straight passing bisexual white man who doesn't have to worry about being hatecrimed. Y'know. Those ones.

If there's anyone else you want me to do (or anything for that matter) let me know

#sing2 #sing #sing movie #disney #disney movie #lgbtq #headcanons #disney headcanons #lgbtqia+#gae

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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finally watched the new mystic nine movie

(spoilers under the cut)

ok so first off i love fo-ye?

literally never thought i’d say this

but

it turns out that i am a fo-ye slut first and foremost

and a william slut second

bc i did not even care that it wasn’t william, i was just so happy to see fo-ye again

we’ll see if that’s different come m9 s2, but for a prequel i was okay with it

zhu zanjin as er-ye sent my ass to the moon

just drop kicked me into the atmosphere

he was so pretty

and i loved him

um this movie wasn’t nearly long enough

also yan sanxing? funny as fuck

this man said “i am gay. i am emo. i’m here to wreck your shit” and then he wrecked like three people’s shit and fucking died

it was so funny

liu chang really showed up to phone in his obligatory appearance in an npss creation and then left

and good for him

zhang baby rishan is the love of my life and the pride of my heart

very disappointed that we did not get zhang baby rishan lore but this just means that i will make up my own

(and you better believe i’m making up my own, this movie jumpstarted my heart and now i only want to write fo-ye and his fuguan)

like??? fo-ye being a fuguan before he was the defense general??? him and zhang baby rishan both being zhang fuguans??? fuck me right up

the fact that the fucking final fight took place in the shadow of a buddha statue???? literally end me right now

whoever made that set design choice deserves one thousand awards

because it destroyed me

i see now why people ship qihong

they’re gay as shit

er-ye’s dad sucked

i love that er-ye gets to be a gay little actor i love that for him

okay the zhang baby rishan and zhang qishan double-mask reveal?

i usually hate the mask troupe but that one SLAPPED

again. zhang fuguans. zhang baby rishan literally following fo-ye forever. they are parallels and foils and platonic soulmates and. no one touch me.

for a show that heavily hyped the cat in the trailers, i thought the cat would be a bigger deal

do love that er-ye and fo-ye became cat dads tho that’s great for them

also not me thinking about how they eventually meet ba-ye

anyway in conclusion this movie was really good????? like??? for a dmbj side-story it slapped

and once again, zhang baby rishan. okay?? okay. good bye.

#yeah #brigi watches stuff #dmbj #mystic nine #fo ye holy fuck #er ye #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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prism-stone-planet · 2 years

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pretty series asks: all of them. alternatively 5 + 14 + 17!!

Sorry this took so long to answer!!

1: Fav characters:

Only seen Rainbow Live for pretty rhythm but…

Rainbow Live: Bell and June

King of Prism: Taiga, Jouji, Ace

Pripara: Mirei, Hibiki, Yui, Amari, Mimiko

Prichan: Emo, Anju, NIJINOSAKIIII, Solulu, Oshama Tricks

Primagi: Miruki, Lemon, Myamu (Primagi is pretty early in so this may change at some point)

2: Least fav characters

I don’t really dislike/hate any characters besides like Shougo lol and maybe Jin

3: Fav songs

Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live: Get Music, Nth Color, EZ DO Dance, Alive, Athletic Core, Cherry Picking Days, Little Wing and Beautiful Pride, Pride, Sevendays Love, Sevendays Friend

King of Prism: Shiny Seven Stars, Hundred Flowers Rebellion, Orange Flamingo, Sailing, Survival Dance, Platonic Sword, Starved For You, Happy Happy Birthday, Groovin Chara Emo Night

Pripara: Goin On, Shining Star, Solar Flare Sherbet, Absolute Life of a final show Girl, Pure Amore Love, What a Wonderpri World, Just my chance call, Bring back the idols, Gira Galactic Tightrope, Red Flash Revolution, Suki ni Shite I-I-Z-E,

Prichan: Play Sound, Fortune Carat, Perfect Finale, Rocket Heart, Heroine’s Drama, Friend Password -Another World-, Merry Merry Fantastia, Prima Donna Memorial, Planetarium Shell, Lustro Della Luna, Awakening Light

Primagi: Magi Waccha Parade, My Message to such a world.

4: Least fav songs:

Can’t think of many besides maybe Reboot?

5: Fav coords:

Rainbow Live: Ann and Wakana’s Cosmic Coordes, Happy Naru Duck Coord, Royal Märchen Princess coord

Pripara: Cosmo Moon Coord, Creamy Udon Coord, Dear My Future Cyalume Coord, Edo Lantern Coord, Fantasy Time Cyalume Coord, Pitsuji Cool Coorde, Triangle Coolest Coord

Prichan: The All Friends coords, Cybercat Pink Coord, Dolly Waltz Kiratto Coorde, Dreaming Maiden Coord, Exciting Pink Jewel Coord, Hope White Jewel Coord, il’ange Pink Kiratto Coord, Kirby Pink Puffy Coord, Little Twin Stars Outing Coord, Loose Fluffy Lovely Strawberry Coord, Milky Rainbow Daia Coord

Primagi: Classical Rabbit Coord, Girly Denim Coord, Mana Mana Myamu Coord, Pastel Macaron Coord, Petite Pearl Coord,

6: Least fav coords

Don’t really have any that I really dislike/hate

7: Most relatable character:

Amari, Lemon, Yui and Nijinosaki probably

8: Something in the series that you have a love-hate relationship with

Hmm I can’t think of anything.

9: Favourite and least favourite series in the franchise

I think I like PriChan the best and don’t really have a least favorite because I love all the ones I’ve seen lol

10: Have you ever had any weird dreams related to the series?

I’ve a lot of dreams where I try to find a Prichan or Pripara arcade cabinet but either never find one or it doesn’t work properly lol

Also one time I had a dream that Meganee used to wear a Bugle in her hair and then she started singing “Like a Virgin” lol

11: Fav unit

Tricolor, Ever Gold, Miracle Kiratts, Meltic Star, il’Ange, Oshama Tricks

12: Least fav unit

Hmm WITH I guess (their songs slap tho) and maybe My Dream (I don’t really care for them)

13: Character whose design you like the best:

Bell, June, Shine, Dorothy, Pre-Awakened Falulu, Hibiki, Yui, Mimiko, Amari, Kiracchu, Nijinosaki, Anju, Solulu, Bugchu, Silk, Miruki

14: Weirdest moment you can recall off the top of your head

Toriko trying to get people to eat then I guess lol

15: Fav villain

Hibiki probably

16: Do you personally know anyone else in the fandom?

I’ve a lot of mutuals who like the pretty series

17: Which song do you think suits you the best?

Hmm Friend Password maybe

18: Fav prism jump/making drama/yattemita/illusion:

Prism Jumps: My Fairytale Dream City, Poppin Candy Rocket, Aurora Rising, Rainbow Tail, The Queen’s Gate Of Judgement, The Eternal Oath of Valkyrie Heart

From King of Prism: Thousand Cherry Blossom Splash, Cloud Evolution Kakerunomics Fund, Metamorphosis of Love and Mystery

Making Dramas: Eternal Friend! We are the Best Team!, Everyone Gather! It's Time to Become an Idol! Idol Time Dreamy Only One!, Everyone Play in PriPara Hills!, Frozen Castle Mirage, Valkyrie Maiden's Release, Sapphire Revolution, New Release, PriPara Sweets 「Fuwatororin」

Yattemitas: Popcorn Candy Rocket, Legendary Principal Girl

Illusions: Reach Love Heart

19: Fav brand

Pripara: Fantasy Time and Hysteric Bunny

Prichan: Girls Yell, Precious Muse, Milky Rainbow

Primagi: Lovely Melody

20:Character whose style is closest to your own

I kinda just wear whatever lol but I guess maybe Matsuri, Ann maybe? and Suzu.

21: Fav mascot

Rainbow Live: Starn and Momo

King of Prism: Dorachi

Pripara: Toriko and maybe Punicorn

Prichan: Kiracchu, Solulu, Bugcchu, Silk

Primagi: Myamu and Carron

22: Least fav mascot

Maybe Chimumu? They’re a bit annoying (though I do think the way they care for Hina is very sweet)

#asks #curemilk

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ [Thanksgiving Special! 🦃]

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〈“Oh, oh, oh, it’s Thanksgiving, we’re gonna have a good time. With the turkey ey! and mashed potatoes ey!. We are gonna have a good time. It’s Thanksgiving~” Nicole Westbrook, “It’s Thanksgiving”〉

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Oh look, the Author’s Note is at the top this time. I bet you’re thinking, ‘Well shit, this can’t be good!’ And you’d be right 😂 Okay so, I wanted to write a special for Thanksgiving right and I had these plans to make it this shit fest of just absolute crack and humor right. WELL if you know anything about me you know that I go back to angst by default. Like, you know how when you play online games, sometimes your settings just reset on their own and then you gotta go and turn off the music and turn the subtitles back on and why the fuck is PVP ticked on?? That’s basically me okay. I auto default back to angst unless I changed the settings again lmfao

So, I started this off, full fucking intent on being funny right. Yeah, no. Runaway while you fucking can. It got so fucking heavy in the middle and it’s just… I’m sorry bro. That’s all I can say. It might make you cry? I mean, I’m a sensitive lil bitch and I cried while I wrote it sooo~ But fear not! I gave it a cheerful, happy and somewhat enlightening/inspiring ending?? At least I think so anyway… Also, you don’t have to celebrate Thanksgiving to enjoy this! Oh yeah, and don’t @ me about facts, I literally used Wikipedia because I’m an uncultured fuck that knows nothing about Thanksgiving even though I live in the USA lmao Don’t fucking @ me about the song I chose either 😂 I ain’t adding that shit to the playlist tho.

So yeah! Read this shit, cry into your snuggie or your dog that looks like a mop and then go enjoy some turkey or hug your mum. Don’t forget to reblog this chapter because I’m a hoe for them reblogs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☔ Rain

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The door to class 1-A slammed open with so much force, it bounced off the wall and came back, stopped only by a gloved hand. An obnoxiously loud voice filled the room, “Are you ready, kids?!”

“Aye aye, captain!” I jumped up, automatically answering only to curse myself a moment later when he smirked. “Bitch, this ain’t Spongebob!!”

He clicked his tongue and gave me double finger guns. “But you responded!”

I slumped into my seat in frustration.

Present Mic approached the board, picking up a piece of bright orange chalk before writing a word on the board in English: Thanksgiving. He slapped his palm under the word, making several pieces of chalk fall to the floor. “We’re going to be talking about the meaning of Thanksgiving in Western Countries, most notably in the United States!”

“Sir!” Iida’s hand shot into the air.

“Thanks for calling, listener! What is your request?!”

Iida stood tall. “With all due respect, sir, we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in Japan, we celebrate National Labor Day.”

“You’re correct… almost! Many people consider National Labor Day to be Japan’s Thanksgiving! Plus, I’m your English teacher, so why not take this time to talk about a wonderful holiday where you get to stuff your face with as much food as you can handle without being looked at like a weirdo?!”

“It doesn’t matter what you do,” I commented blankly. “People will always think you’re a weirdo, cockatiel.”

“Hey, aren’t you American, Winchester?” Kaminari questioned, tilting his head back to look at me.

I shrugged. “My mom was American, but I was born in Japan. I mean, Gramps taught me English and we had a small dinner every Thanksgiving to ‘celebrate my heritage’ or some shit, but I don’t really know the details about the holiday.”

“Which is what I’m here for!” He slapped the board again, giving up a grin. “Now pay close attention, listeners! In America, Thanksgiving occurs on the fourth Thursday of November every year! In Western Countries, this holiday is known to be the moment to thank the Native American people for helping European pilgrims to survive their first winter in the United States! Typically, this is a day when families come together from across the country to be with their loved ones and feast!”

I hummed. “Gramps used to always make me watch these American pageants where grade-schoolers put on plays reenacting the interaction between the Pilgrims and the Native Americans. I remember one year, this kid was dressed in a fucking black trash bag stuffed with newspaper.”

“Plays are very popular in schools all across the states!” He nodded his head. “Can anyone tell me what year that Thanksgiving became a federal holiday in the USA?” He cupped his ear, but the only thing he got in response was a cricket that had snuck into the room a week ago to avoid the approaching chill settling over Japan. That fucker is really good at hide-n-seek because we still can’t find him and he’s at the back of the room so it’s like he’s in my fucking ear. “That’s right, the year is 1863! Before that, it was celebrated off and on since 1789 but the third president, Thomas Jefferson, just wasn’t feeling the holiday so he put a stop to it!”

“Seems suspect,” I responded.

“Now, who can tell me about the First Thanksgiving?!”

Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp.

My eye twitched and I turned in my seat, eyes scanning the back wall. Where the fuck is that goddamn cricket?! I swear to Deadpool I’m gonna roast that bitch when I finally fucking find it.

“Right again, my impressionable listeners! The First Thanksgiving was created by the Pilgrims after their first harvest in the New World in October 1621! The feast lasted a total of three days and, according to one attendee named Edward Winslow, there were one-hundred-forty-three rockin’ attendees – ninety Native Americans and fifty-three Pilgrims!” He continued to drone on about the history of Thanksgiving in the states, listing off several different dates and names I couldn’t be bothered to remember.

I mean, History is cool, I guess, but when am I ever gonna need to know this stuff to function as a member of today’s society? Especially here in Japan, where American norms aren’t focused on at all? Plus, that fucking cricket is all I can think about!

“By the way, there will be a test on this and if you fail, you get remedial lessons with me, your chart-topping host!!”

Oh, fuck me.

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I stepped out into the chilly night, my breath coming in puffs of smoke as I walked. Aizawa didn’t like us to leave the dorms after dark, but there was no specific rule about it as long as we stayed on campus. It was two in the morning, and I had been tossing and turning in my bed since I got there. It hadn’t bothered me at first when Mic brought up Thanksgiving, but now that it was just a couple days away, I’m starting to get restless.

This would be my first Thanksgiving without Gramps…

I fell onto the icy cold stone bench, letting my head fall back to stare up at the navy sky. It looked like ribbons of velvet, bright stars dotting across it like sequins caught under the light. The moon was a perfect crescent.

“Jen?”

I glanced over, seeing Zuku with his arms wrapped tight around his body. Even with the thick sweater he wore, it was obvious he was cold. I patted the bench beside me and he sat down, letting me throw my arms around his body. I focused on my quirk, raising my body temperature to warm him up. “Why are you awake?”

“I got up to use the bathroom and spotted you out the window.” He frowned up at me, his brow furrowed. “You look so… sad. What’s wrong?”

My grip tightened around him and I smiled sadly. “I guess I am a bit sad… This is my first Thanksgiving without Gramps, so… it kinda hurts, you know?”

“Oh, I see… I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. Just something you gotta deal with, ya know? It’s life, and life is full of unfairness.”

“Will you… tell me about it?” He asked softly, playing with his fingers in his lap. “About what the two of you did each year? If it’s not too painful, I mean…”

“I’d love to,” I ruffled his hair and closed my eyes. “Let’s see – Gramps thought it was important for us to celebrate Thanksgiving because my mother was American. ‘It’s part of who you are, kitten, so we must celebrate!’ is what he’d always tell me. He spent the first five years learning everything he could about the holiday because he wanted it to be authentic and at age five, he started hosting a small feast for the two of us each year.”

“It sounds like he loved you a lot.”

“Yeah… Yeah, he did. We were each other’s world, the only two people we had in life. It was just us against the world!” I chuckled, but it held no humor. “Gramps was a hell of a good chef. He always used to attribute that to the fact that he worked for near six years in a restaurant with his father before the man died and the place had to be sold. Cooking reminded him of a simpler time, so he took pride in everything he cooked. Now that I think about it… that was the first time I met Skye and Heather.”

“Friends of yours?”

“Nah, they made my life hell growing up.” I waved my hand. “I don’t think they remembered this, but I met them once when I was seven. They lived a couple blocks down from us and Gramps had met them on several of his midday walks. Skye was half-Japanese on her mother’s side, while her dad was American and Heather was full American but her family moved to Japan just a year or two previously. Since Gramps wanted to make Thanksgiving as authentic as possible, he went to them for advice. Sky’s father had asked his grandma back home to send a few of her recipes for the holiday and that’s when I met Skye for the first time. He stopped by on his way to work to drop them off and she was with him, but she took one look at me and turned her nose up.”

“You were bullied?” He asked softly, lowering his head. “I never would have thought that.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t start until I was twelve.” I chuckled. “Anyway, we didn’t have much money to work with, but he saved up with every paycheck for months in advance. Just small amounts from each check and then the week before Thanksgiving, he’d take the money he saved and go all out, buying a Turkey, potatoes, pumpkin pie, the works. Some of the shit he couldn’t even get in our town, he had to travel to specialty shops or order the ingredients online from overseas. I kept telling him it was too much work, but he was a stubborn old man.”

Izuku shifted in my arms, his head on my shoulder. “Tell me more about him,” his voice was soft and growing husky as sleep started to claim him.

I hummed softly. “He liked what the day symbolized – families coming together to be thankful for the people in their lives and for the things they were gifted with. To be honest, I often wondered as a child if he regretted raising me, but I knew that was wrong as I got older. It was almost like… raising me gave him a purpose, a reason to face every day with a smile. And I guess in a way… he was the same for me. I remember it so clearly, waking up at one in the morning on Thanksgiving day to sounds in the kitchen. I’d sneak down the hallway, careful of that stupid ass board on the right that always creaked when you stepped on it. And there he was, seeming to radiate warmth and happiness as he bustled around the kitchen getting all the dishes ready for that day.”

I smiled, my hands fisting around his jacket as I took a shaky breath. “He always wore that stupid ass apron I gave him on his birthday in fifth grade. It was this god awful snot yellow color with lime green stripes. If you stared at it too long, you’d go fucking cross-eyed. And it had this… hell, even to this day I don’t know what it was. I think it was a Rhino in a chef’s hat but I guess it coulda been a hippo? Or a fat giraffe with a short neck. He was convinced it was a Thanksgiving Zebra, but I still think he’s nuts. There’s no way that was a damn Zebra, and I would literally list the reasons why it couldn’t be, but he’d just listen intently with a bright smile, nodding his head to show that he was listening. And once I was done ranting, he’d pat my head and simply say, ‘Thanksgiving Zebras are quite special’. I swear he was batty.”

Zuku chuckled. “What makes a Zebra a Thanksgiving Zebra?”

“They have to be fat as fuck apparently. And orange. At least I think it was orange. It coulda just been a really dark yellow. I’m telling you, this apron was all kinds of wrong! I will never understand what I was thinking when I looked at that thing in the store and was like, ‘This is feckin’ awesome, he’s gonna love it!’. But he did love it, wore it every time he cooked, even on the rare occasions we had guests over. He wore it without shame and always with a smile.”

“Because it was from you, so it was special.”

“Hmm, probably, yeah.” I sighed deeply. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I wanted to hear more stories,” he pouted, but he was clearly having trouble holding his eyes open.

“I promise to tell you some more later, okay?” I stood up, putting my arms under his body and lifting him into my arms. He snuggled closer, mumbling something under his breath before sleep finally claimed him. I held him closer, feeling my eyes sting with tears, but I forced them back. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t cry, not until I’ve earned the right to do so.

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“Hey, Jen, wait up!”

I paused in the hallway, glancing over my shoulder. Ryuu was dodging students as he headed toward me, smiling brightly. When he finally reached me, he threw his arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I chuckled, hugging him back. “Hello to you, too. What’s up?”

“Are you busy?” He questioned, pulling away.

“Uhh, I got a shit-ton of homework that I probably won’t do and might accidentally burn but that’s about it.” I grinned.

He huffed, putting his hand on his hip. “You better not! You’re not allowed to get kicked from the hero course because you refuse to do your work.”

“Yes, mother.”

He nudged my shoulder but I didn’t miss the way his lips twitched up. “What do you say we hang out at the library for a bit and work on it together?”

I hummed. “Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to lure me away, Hiryuu Rin~”

“As if,” he teased, tugging on my hand. “Come on, let’s get to it!”

“But learning is so boring~”

“You won’t be a hero with that attitude~”

“Last time I checked, pros don’t have to go around dividing letters with numbers to defeat villains,” I grumbled, throwing my head back.

He hummed. “True, but what if you come across a math villain?”

“Punch him in the dick.”

He sweatdropped. “What if he has hostages and he’ll only release them if you solve his math problems?”

I looked at him blankly. “What are the actual chances of that fucking happening, Ryuu?”

He huffed, puffing out his cheeks. “It could happen!”

I poked his inflated cheek with a chuckle. “Anything is possible, I guess.”

Ryuu led me to the back of the library, settling down in the corner. The next few hours were spent taking turns on our homework assignments. I was able to help him with a couple subjects, while he had my back for some of the harder ones, like math. And then there was physics, which left us both fucking stumped.

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The librarian peeked her head around a large bookshelf, her tired, dull eyes landing on us. “Library’s about to close. Time to leave.”

I glanced out the window and clicked my tongue. “Damn, we were here for a while. It’s dark out.”

He nodded, stuffing his books into his bag. “They say time flies when you’re having fun, but…”

“We weren’t having fun at all,” I pointed out and he shrugged, stifling a yawn.

“Can I come back to your dorm?”

“Ho~? I didn’t know you were so forward, Ryuu.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes, rubbing his arms as we stepped out into the cold.

“I was thinking more along the lines of hot chocolate and a movie.”

“Well, that’s no fun.”

“Just what were you thinking…” he muttered under his breath before shaking his head at my grin. “Nevermind, I don’t want to know!”

The walk to 1-A’s dorm passed in comfortable silence, Ryuu practically glued to my side as he soaked up the warmth from my body. I wonder if his body reacts negatively to the cold because of his reptile-like quirk. I should ask him about that later.

We stepped inside and I immediately froze in the doorway, my eyes wide.

Ryuu took his shoes off, looking back at me curiously. “Jen? What’s wrong?”

“I, uh…” I swallowed hard, covering my mouth and closing my eyes. As soon as I stepped into the building, the smell of food had wafted to my nose, almost as if it were waiting at the door to tease me. It smells just like… like the house did every Thanksgiving morning. It’s the exact same smell.

A hand rested on my shoulder, Ryuu looking at me with worry. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, I just…” I took a breath, forcing a smile as I tried to ignore the smell. “Sorry, just remembered something.”

“Are you sure? You look pale…”

I chuckled, pushing past him. “I was born pale. You up for grabbing the hot chocolate and heading to my room for the movie? Not really in the mood for socializing.” I stepped into the kitchen and froze for the second time. What the fuck?

“If you’re not in the mood for socializing, that might be a problem, Winchester.” Kirishima grinned.

“You better fucking get in the mood, bitch!” Katsuki scowled, his face twisted up.

“Welcome home, Jen.” Izuku greeted, brightly.

“Huh, class A certainly loves going over the top for everything, don’t they?!” Monoma laughed, but it didn’t have its usual mocking undertone to it.

“I hope you don’t mind us joining you guys,” Kendo smiled, tilting her head.

My eyes scanned the faces of classes A and B, all stuffed into the kitchen around the table that had been covered in various dishes of food – turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole… Am I dreaming? I don’t… I can’t…

Ryuu embraced me, his hand finding my cheek. “You’re crying…”

“What? No, I -” I lifted my hand, wiping at my eyes. I am crying. I’m crying in front of both classes. They’re supposed to look at me and be reassured and feel safe, how can they do that if I’m crying my eyes out? Why am I even crying?

Momo and Ashido rushed over to me, pushing Ryuu away as they fussed over me, squishing me between them. “We’re sorry, we should have asked first!”

“Yeah, don’t cry, Jen!” Ashido squeezed me tighter.

“I don’t… know why I’m crying…” I sobbed, rubbing at my eyes furiously but the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

Izuku smiled sadly as he approached, pulling my hands away from my face. “All Might thinks you haven’t properly grieved for Gramps. That’s why I thought it would be a good idea to do this, to give you a chance to… to… properly grieve and to realize… to realize that you’re not alone!” His shoulders shook as his eyes filled with tears.

“Damn it, Deku! You’re supposed to make her feel better not start crying with her!!” Katsuki slammed his hand on the table, the silverware rattling.

“Can I… have a minute, please?” I asked softly.

The two girls exchanged a look before hesitantly pulling away. I bowed my head and stepped out of the kitchen, heading back out through the doorway. As soon as it clicked, I leaned back and slid down, my body shaking from the effort it took to hold back the rest of my tears.

‘Remember, kitten, life isn’t always easy. More often than not, you will face hardships and pain that will be so bad, you will begin to question why it has to be that way. However, just as happiness is often fleeting, so, too, is sadness. You may think that crying makes you a weak person, but I assure you it does not. Crying is a sign that you’ve been strong for too long, and there is no shame in it. Don’t be afraid to show your emotions, kitten. They are not your weakness, they are your strength.’

“Young Jen?”

“Toshi…” I sobbed, tears flowing down my cheeks as my body shook.

Warmth flooded me as I was brought into a strong chest, arms wrapped tight around me. A tired voice sighed from somewhere behind him, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Shouta…”

He kneeled beside us, his hand gently rubbing the top of my head. “Sorry, I should’ve stopped them.”

I shook my head. “No, I… I just…”

Toshi rubbed my back comfortingly. “When young Midoriya came to me and told me about his conversation with you the other night, I saw this as a teaching moment. He wanted to get together with the rest of your class, as well as class B, to have a Thanksgiving dinner in honor of your Gramps. I knew this would be hard for you, but I was sure that it was the right thing to do. You accepted the fact that he was gone, but you never grieved for him, did you?”

I shook my head, clutching his sweater between my fingers.

“When we lose someone we love, closure is important for us to heal and move forward. And… I worry that you might feel alone in this new world, but you have impacted those around you, even those from class B. They were more than happy to help out when young Midoriya explained things to them.” Toshi pushed me backward, grasping me by the shoulders and giving me his signature smile. “You are surrounded by people who love you, my dear Jen. Never forget that.”

And I smiled back, even with the tears still falling from my eyes.

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When I returned to the kitchen twenty minutes later, several worried eyes snapped to me, no doubt noticing my red and swollen eyes, but I smiled brightly at them to ease their worries, stepping aside to let the two teachers inside.

“Hey, All Might made it!” Kaminari cheered.

“And Aizawa-sensei, too!” Kishima grinned.

“Does that mean we can eat now? I’m fucking starving,” Katsuki complained, his arm thrown over the back of the chair as he glared at the ceiling.

“Yes, let’s dig in!” Momo clapped her hands excitedly and the room sprung to life, everyone squeezing into the chairs around the table. Not everyone could fit, of course, and they ended up sitting off to the side or on the counters. All Might himself took up two and a half seats as he sat at the head of the table, laughing and chatting with the students as he told them stories from his youth.

I sat at the opposite end, between Shouta and Izuku, both of whom kept glancing at me with worry, though the greenette wasn’t trying to hide it like our teacher was. I chuckled, taking each of their hands with my own. “Thank you for this. It really means a lot to me.”

“Of course!” Izuku squeezed my hand, giving me a bright smile. Aizawa didn’t say anything, but he squeezed my other hand.

“You Sparky fuck, that turkey leg was mine!!”

“Huh? I don’t see your name on it, Bakugo.”

“Do you wanna die?!”

“Ahahaha! What deplorable manners class A has! Pathetic!”

“Be quiet, Monoma!”

“So many beautiful girls packed into one room, I just wanna touch them…”

“You’re disgusting!”

“Can you pass the cranberry sauce? Ribbit.”

“Here you go, frog girl!!”

“You’re too loud, Tetsu!”

“Hey, All Might, what was your favorite thing about America when you lived there?”

“That’s easy, young Kaibara! I loved seeing the -”

“Hey, you guys started without us!!” The room turned their attention to the doorway where Midnight, Gran and Present Mic stood. Midnight, who had spoken, huffed in annoyance. “There better be a turkey leg left!”

“Itps mjinre!” Katsuki mumbled around the turkey leg that he had stolen from Kaminari.

“You little brat, give it here!” She demanded, nearly jumping across the table to tackle him. His eyes grew wide and he took off, yelling obscenities at her as she chased him around the kitchen.

Gran approached me, putting her hand on my shoulder and smiling kindly. “Happy Thanksgiving, deary.”

I looked around the room, watching the chaos that was ensuing around me. And I smiled, my heart full of happiness and warmth. Things haven’t been easy, and I’m sure the road ahead of me is far from clear, but I’m surrounded by people that care about me, that I care about. Gramps… wherever you are right now, I want you to know that I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me. These idiots may not be entirely sane and they may drive me up a wall sometimes but… they are home. My home.

“Hey, hey!” Mic raised his voice, making the glasses rattle. “Let’s go around and say what we’re thankful for! Start us off, Uraraka!”

She pulled a surprised face at suddenly being called before tilting her head and smiling. “I’m thankful that we can all be here together!”

“Excellent! Iida, you next!”

“I’m thankful to be with friends during this time of giving thanks!”

“That’s the same as what Uraraka just said but good job! Let’s keep this train a-rollin’, folks!”

“I’m thankful for music.”

“Boobs. Definitely boobs.”

“I’m thankful Bakugo didn’t kill me for that turkey leg…”

“I’m thankful that everyone here is so manly!”

“I’m thankful I’m not sitting next to Mineta…”

“Anime and manga, definitely.”

“I’d be thankful if this bitch would stop chasing me!!”

“And I’d be thankful if you’d give me that turkey leg you brat!”

“I’m thankful that all of you dears are healthy~”

“Hah, I’ll be thankful when class A finally goes down!”

“I’ll be thankful when I don’t have to babysit Monoma anymore…”

“I’m thankful I got to meet Kirishima!!”

“I’m thankful that I sparkle so beautifully. I am magnifi -”

“I’m thankful for this awesome food!”

“What about you, Jen?” Izuku asked, curiously.

“Me?” I hummed as several people looked at me expectantly. I grinned brightly. “Ain’t it obvious? I’m thankful for tacos!”

Zuku sweatdropped. “I shoulda guessed…”

“Well, you stick to your guns, at least, young Jen!”

“Speaking of,” I looked Zuku dead in the eye, my expression deadly serious. “Where the fuck are my tacos, bro?”

His body tensed and he swallowed hard. “Um, I… I didn’t see any mention of tacos when I was researching Thanksgiving…”

I clicked my tongue. “That’s fucking shameful, Zuku. No holiday is complete without tacos.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

I grinned, ruffling his messy hair. “Make sure you don’t forget next year, ‘kay?”

His face lit up and he nodded. “Of course!”

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「“Give thanks for a little, and you will find a lot.” – Hausa Proverb」

「“People cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.” – Johnny Depp」

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suushidragon · 4 years

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I've been drawling alot of girl characters from WOF (except for Orca) and I decided, hey, I should probably give some love to the boys! And I did! Here is Qibil and Umber! And yes I know that Qibil is 5 and Umber is 7. Their relationship starts 4 years after Jade Academy! Just wanted to say that because I do not support minors getting together with adults. If you do not like my headcannons that's alright! Just please do not harass me or others for our opinions! Also if you do not support the LGBTQ+ or Pride then please do not follow me as I am part of the LGBTQ+. --- Qibil's Design - Mostly desaturated yellows with a gradient of white on his belly. I did this to give him a more pale design. I also headcanoon that Qibil has some bleached scale blood in him, making him stand out against the darker Sandwings. (Bleached scales are Sandwings with almost no pigment what so ever) - He has no markings but he has gold freckles all over his face, giving him a almost sunkissed look. - Qibil is actually very tall for Sandwings, he dwafts his gramps but uh, yeah his gramps in still intimidating as FUCK - Qibil and Thorn are very close before Qibil is rejected by Moon. Qibil looks up to his adopted Mom and hopes to become as strong and as sense able as her. Thorn has also taught him the importance of caring for those who are sick and down. And to protect those who cannot protect themselves. This sparks Qibil's hobby of taking in sick and wounded animals and releasing them back after helping them. Although he is taken aback from Thorn's colorful vocabulary and swearing. - Qibil did have a huge crush on Moon, but after Moon gets into a relationship with Kinkajou, Qibil feels betrayed. He leaves and travels back to Thorn's stronghold and becomes a bit more snappier and rude towards most dragons at this time. He also holds his emotions from Thorn, even though she tries her best for him to open up at this time. After about 4 years in the desert he meets Umber. And these fuzzy feelings come back...Oh no. - Qibil has a tough time with his feelings for Umber. He wants to have a relationship and feels quite lonely after pushing so many dragons away in the past 4 years and becoming bitter. But also, he's so afraid of rejection. After he finally opens up to Thorn about his emotions she slaps him with some love. (She doesn't actually slap him tho). And Thorn tells him that life is all about the good and the bad and looking at the bad all the time isn't helpful and she encourages him to talk to Umber about his emotions and to open up with dragons more. - Well after opening up to Umber, they become a couple! - Qibil loves Umber and they spend their time together walking around the stronghold talking about hobbies, cuddling on cold nights together as they look up at the stars, catching and taking care of wounded and sick animals in the desert. - Qibil nicknamed Umber as 'Cookie' bc of his dark freckles making him look like a chocolate cookie. - Qibil has a knact for baking and makes Umber a whole bunch of yummy bake goods. - Qibil is Bisexual! I honestly was never really into Moonbli or Winterwatcher so uh yeah I think Qibli and Umber are cute. But they do start their relationship later on when their both adults and such. Also I've always found Qibil's relationship with Thorn so FREAKING wholesome. Thorn is like the best mom tbh. Umber's Design - I used the color, well Umber, as his base coat and then stimmed the rest of the colors are lighter or darker than Umber. - Umber has dark brown freckles and he looks like a chocolate chip cookie. - Umber is chumbi and very short. He is often picked on by it from his siblings and Qibil for his short, chubby nature. But Umber doesn't mind it as he knows their joking although, when random dragons talk about his height he can get a BIT defensive. - Although he loves all his siblings with all his heart, Umber felt sincerely hurt after Sora set off the dragonflame bomb. So he decided to keep her away from any other dragon to keep her safe and everyone else safe. Although Umber slowly felt over the years of hiding in small towns and moving every couple of months that his life had been taken away. And soon, after the 4 years of running and hiding, he was done. He told Sora that he couldn't keep doing this over and over again and that he was going to go back and try to find out who he was. Sora felt betrayed and was angered that her brother would leave her, but after realizing that she had been on the run for 4 years that she should probably seperate from her family for their own safety. And so Sora and Umber part, Umber leaves to find out about himself and meet his siblings and Sora goes farther into hiding. No one knows where Sora is at this time. - While on his travels Umber bumbs into Qibil at the Sanctuary. Umber is very kind and seems rather flustered when he first meets Qibil although he pushes these feelings back while having conversations with Qibil. But after some time, he begins to like him but decides to hide his feelings for Qibil. Espically when Umber wants to see his other siblings he thinks that maybe he should worry about relation ships later. - But right before Umber was just about to leave Sanctuary Qibil speaks to him and opens up on his feelings and well, he accepts. - After the two get together Umber and Qibil travel back to the Mud Kingdom to meet his siblings and their all happy and super excited to see them. Umber tells his siblings and Qibil stories of hiding and dark times. - After spending so much time with his siblings he decides to go back to the Sand Kingdom with Qibil to live their years together, although they make many trips back to the Mud Kingdom to give Umber's siblings gifts and just talk about life. - Umber and Qibil have a small shack close to Thorn's Stronghold and they live together - Umber makes Qibil jewelry and he also sells them at Sancutary so their able to have supplies for food and also materials to help creatures. - Umber is really big on affection and showers Qibil with complements, kisses, nuzzles, headbutts and more. - Umber is gay! Honestly I LOVE Umber but man I got really salty when he followed Sora when she went into hiding. Obviously he would do this because Umber is SUCH a nice, kind baby. But I felt robbed of learning more about it. Smh. --- *Please do not talk to me about drama in the fandoms I make art in. I can't handle with drama to well.* *You can use my headcannons, and you do not need to credit me for headcannons* *You can use my designs but you must credit me for my designs* --- *Please do not talk to me about drama in the fandoms I make art in. I can't handle with drama to well.* *You can use my headcannons, and you do not need to credit me for headcannons* *You can use my designs but you must credit me for my designs*

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#wings of fire #sandwing #mudwing #pride #gay #bisexual #qibil #umber

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vvideonasties · 4 years

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get to know me tag

tagged by @auroraoptica, thank you doll 🥰🥰

Favorite movie/s: little women, midsommar, pride, hereditary, the princess bride, 10 things i hate about you, suspiria (remake) and soooo many others but i can't think rn

Favorite Band/s: bikini kill, fall out boy, loona, the front bottoms, lemon demon, the altogether, dream nails, mother mother

Favorite Decade: the 80s baybee

Day or Night: night!!!

Nicknames: my full name is lily but no one in my life calls me anything but lil, i wish i had some nicknames :( my mum does call me pikachu and tinkerbell tho its cute

Zodiac: scorpio sun, capricorn rising, aries moon

MBTI: last time i took it i was isfj, haven't done it in a while tho!!

favorite vehicle: trains oh my god they slap so hard i wish they weren't so expensive

Pets: salem, my gorgeous kitty :( she's five in two days and i adore her, right now i'm at university so i only get to see her on holidays. i'm absolutely gonna take her with me when i move out

i'll tag all of my mutuals!!! do it pls!!! but only if u want to

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shakespeareanqueer · 4 years

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Stars (one-shot)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You and Loki practice your magic lessons in the night

Word Count: 1,792 words

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Contents: Loki being sensitive and soft. Mutual pining. Implications of smut at the end, but no actual smut. Fluff.

A/N: This got raunchier than I was expecting at the end, but it was a pleasant writing surprise :) This is for @rorynne‘s Rory’s Birthday Writing Extravaganza. My prompt was “To be honest, I just wanted a chance to look at the stars with you.” It is bolded. Enjoy!

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You giggle as you run down the empty halls of the Asgardian palace, dragging Loki by the hand. “It is always good to practice!”

The sun has long since set, so the only light illuminating your path emanates from the sconces lining the walls. The moon, so recently new, is not bright enough to filter in through the windows.

“But, my dove, it is late!” Loki whines. But he still trails behind you, his grip on your hand firm and a smile on his face. The pet name rouses butterflies in your stomach.

You stop in your tracks and abruptly turn to face him, an act he wasn’t prepared for, so by the time he discontinues his own momentum, his face is millimeters from your own. “I. Don’t. Care,” you whisper. He can feel your breath dust his lips.

You swiftly turn back and increase your pace to a proper sprint. Neither of you catches the reddening in the other’s cheeks.

You finally arrive at your destination: the throne room. Your breath comes in pants as you stand in front of the large oak doors.

“We’re really going to practice in there?” Loki asks.

You smile sneakily. “And why wouldn’t we?”

Loki looks at you like you have ten heads. “If father finds us, he’ll kill us!”

“And how would he find out?” You lean against the door and cross your arms. “It’s the middle of the night. Even if he weren’t in Odinsleep, he’d be fast asleep. Heimdall won’t rat on us unless we do something truly terrible, we already know that.”

“I-but-” Loki opens and shuts his mouth, searching but failing to find a rebuttal to your argument. “The doors are locked,” he finally offers weakly.

You flick him on the forehead. “That’s what we’re here to practice, dummy.”

Turning to face the door, you hold your hands out in front of you, placing your fingertips on the heavy Asgardian oak. You close your eyes and concentrate hard.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you miss the look of pure admiration on Loki’s face.

Spreading from the tips of your fingers out, the solid oak crackles and dissipate into air, leaving a hole wide enough for you and Loki to step through.

You open your eyes and retract your hands, beaming with pride at your work. Meanwhile, Loki is beaming with pride at you. You turn to him and extend your hand. He tries to will his own to stop shaking before he takes it, constantly in awe at how your touch always feels like electricity, despite it being his brother and not you who is the Gd of Thunder.

You both dash into the throne room giggling, just in time for the door to rematerialize behind you. You race through the long hall holding your skirt aloft, your bare feet slapping against the tile, until you reach the throne at the head of the room. With a wink at Loki where he has paused at the base of the steps leading up to the throne, you sink down onto it and release your skirts. You sit up straighter and clear your throat, putting on a mocking air of regality.

Loki chuckles and sinks to the floor on one knee, pressing his forehead to the other. “Your majesty,” he intones, deep and reverent.

“Please, my subject, rise,” you say, changing your accent to sound more refined and stuffy, and failing to hold back a cheeky grin.

He slowly gets to his feet, allowing his eyes to lazily drift up your elegant seated form, shamelessly taking in your beauty. “You would make a magnificent queen,” he breathes.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, you lose yourself for a moment. “And you would be a magnificent king,” you whisper back.

Though your words are hushed, they are not missed in the resounding silence of the great hall in the still night. You instantly regret the admitted truth, knowing his place as second in line behind his brother is a sore spot for your favorite prince. His face falls and his eyes lose their shine.

But then you are practically leaping across the expanse between you, diving into his arms in an all-enveloping hug. He never wants your pity so you don’t say the words, but you express your abundant apologies in an intimate embrace. You cradle his head, your fingers woven in his long, raven hair, pressing him against your chest from where you kneel at the top of the three steps. He lets his arms wind around your waist and relaxes into you, squeezing tightly, which you return.

“Shall we return to practice?” you ask softly, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head and releasing him from your arms.

“What did you have in mind, love?” he asks, and once again your heart is set aflutter by the term of endearment.

You interlace your fingers with his and step carefully down the steps to the main floor. When you sit, he sits beside you. When you lie down on the cool tile, he freezes. He has pictured you lying just like this many a time, stretched out with your hair splayed out behind you— but on his bed. He has the urge to crawl over your prostrate form, cage you between his strong arms and kiss you breathless.

Unbeknownst to him, you desperately want that too.

But you both settle for what you overtly want, and he lays down on his back beside you, rolling his head to the side to watch you.

Your head lolls to the side as well, and you are very close together. You can feel his breath on your face and if you just leaned in…

You whip your head to face the sky so you don’t do anything that might ruin the perfect friendship you have with the prince.

With a slight giggle, you stretch your arms as high above your head as you can, flexing your hands and focusing all your energy into the tips of your fingers. Slowly, the ceiling begins to mimic what the door did a few minutes ago. Starting from the center, it begins to sparkle and crackle like a hologram, before finally fading into nothingness.

When there was a hole big enough, you let your arms drop to your sides, lightly panting from the exertion. You marveled at the brilliant display of stars above your heads. There was nothing as gorgeous as the Asgardian night sky, you were convinced. Your eyes sparkled with awe and wonder and the most genuine form of joy.

When a comet burst across the sky, you gasped, and squealed, “Shooting star! Make a wish!” You clamped your eyes tight and wished fervently and with all your might that the beautiful prince by your side would find true happiness, whether or not it was with you, but preferably with you. That was always your wish. On shooting stars, birthday candles, four leaf clovers, 11:11, all of it.

“Did you wish?” you asked, turning your head to your companion only to find that he was already gazing at you. He was propped up on his elbow, and he looked like he’d been in that position for quite a while. “Were you even looking?”

“Why did you bring me here?” Loki asked, ignoring both of your questions.

The way his eyes seemed to bore into your soul made it impossible to lie or to joke, as was your instinct. So you turned your head to face the sky once more, using the breathtaking sight of the stars to help you summon up all your courage and whisper, “To be honest, I just wanted a chance to look at the stars with you.”

Loki’s smile was so, so bright, but his eyes remained focused on you. He leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to your cheek, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they often did. That always set your heart aflutter but right then it also set a fire in your belly you weren’t sure you could handle.

“So look at the damn stars, Loki!” you huffed, directing an affectionate glare his way.

He chuckled and obliged, dropping his arm and letting his head fall back onto the cool tile. You both turned your heads to gaze upward, but in your periphery you noticed after only a few minutes when his head lolled back to the side to face you.

“Loki!”

“But you’re much more beautiful,” he whispered.

You blushed a deep crimson, unable to look at him and glad for the excuse of the starry night above to avert your gaze. But he quickly removed that luxury, reaching up his hand lazily until the ceiling returned to its rightful place, blocking the night sky. The light in the room dimmed accordingly, shadows jumping off the walls and each of your faces due to the flickering of the wall sconces.

“Look at me, Y/n,” Loki purred, using a finger to tilt your chin his way.

When you met his eyes, you expected the mischief to still be swimming in them, but what you were met with instead took your breath away. His eyes were dancing, but not with mischief; with reverence, perhaps a dash of lust, and an overwhelming amount of what almost seemed like love. His gaze warmed you from the inside out, and you felt your cheeks getting even warmer.

“Loki,” you murmured as he scooted his face closer to yours. Just when you could feel his breath on your lips, you reminded him, “We are on the floor.”

He smirked and you furrowed your brow at him. “Look again, pet,” he murmured.

You looked up and gasped. You were no longer in the throne room but in Loki’s bedroom. Underneath you was no longer the cold tile floor of the great chamber, but the soft fur blanket on Loki’s bed.

You pointed an accusing finger at the prince. “You’ve been reading ahead!”

He licked his lips, his gaze at you almost predatory. You blushed, slightly ashamed of how much that look made you tingle.

“I have been reading ahead,” he confirmed. “Do you know what comes after teleportation?” he asked, scooting a little closer to you.

You shook your head, a slow, small, imperceptible movement but he was more than close enough to pick up on it.

He rolled over so his body was hovering over yours by a few inches, supporting himself on his forearms. “It’s removing clothing,” he whispered. Then he dropped his body so it pressed against yours, the thin pieces of fabric making up your respective garments the only barrier between you.

“And it is always good to practice.”

And suddenly that barrier was gone.

#my post #marvelll #fanfic #loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #marvel #mcu #loki fanfic #rory's birthday writing extravaganza #loki smut #smut proceed with caution #loki fluff #mutual pining loki #fluff #mutual pining

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thedappleddragon · 6 years

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I was trying to get a fucking AMAZING picture of the sunset (or maybe it was the moon). I kept calling it sexy. To get a better picture, I was trying to climb on the playset in my backyard, but there were people on it. I asked them to move for a a couple seconds so they wouldn't be in the picture and hold my jars of paper stars I had been holding. I thanked them profusely afterwards. But when I got pack inside, I discovered that the grandmother had given the paper stars to her children who crumpled them up and turned them inside out. The mom had then filled the jar with water and sprayed the top with Pam. I marched back in there, slapped the grandma, and screamed at both of them the best you can in a dream.

Another part of my dream was just a phrase. It was a play on being "roped in" or "chained down". It was a much softer version. Using "garland" as a verb, similar to "rope", but nice. Like, so soft that you didn't realize it was happening, and its not an incriminating thing that youre garlanded into.

Anothet part involved my sister. I was trying to hide a little ways down my street, pretending to be asleep underneath my blankets. I was still outside, tho, and partially hidden by a tree. There was an extreemly small pride parade of like 10 people going on. There were 2 people carrying a flag that was checkered yellow and an orangish red. I then saw my sister walk by wearing a crop top with the lipstick lesbian flag on it, and rainbow wristbands. I talked with her for a while, not making a big deal put of the fact that she was gay. (She's not lgbtq+ irl, but she seems to being lgbtq+ against me a lot in my dreams.)

Another part of my dream was wild. CrankGameplays was working on a giant animal themed MMO. But before people were joining, there were AIs implimented into the world. (All of them were YouTubers) They thought they were real people, so I went into the game and tried to enlighten them that they were all in a simulation, and there were real versions of themselves that they didn't know about. I tried to use the analogy of if you were playing the Sims, and you told your sim to play video games, and it starts playing the sims. They thoight they were the person in front of the computer, but really, they're the sim. Markiplier was very confused.

But eventually, the MMO was completed, and all of the real youtubers joined a Skype call with me and we played around a bunch. I leveled up enough to get a higher rank animal and just chucked a deer into the ocean.

The SCARIEST part of the dream is kind of a repeating theme; large confusing bathrooms with a major design flaw, I.e. the only available toilets don't have tall enough walls, the stalls are cramped, bad toilet placement, the bathroom being as big as a wherehouse, bad lighting, dirty, no sinks, chairs instead of toilets, and just general nightmare physics. ALL of these tropes appeared in this dream. I went into the bathroom with six other people, one of which was my sister. The bathroom was in school. They were all waiting for me to go so that we could all leave. It was all dimly lit and all exposed concrete and everything was too dirty to use. Like 3/4 of what were supposed to be toilets were just plastic chairs, most didn't have stall walls over 2 feet high, and the only clean toilet I could find was clipping halfway through the wall. And every time I went too far back away from the door, the ceiling would get extremely low, and I would be shimmying on my stomach with it pressing on my back. There were cobwebs everywhere. The first 2 times it happened weren't too bad, but rge 3rd time, I started panicking, screaming for my friends. When the ceiling hot high enough for me to move faster, i crawled in a sprint to my friends as a joke, trying to freak them out. My sister screamed and ran up some stairs to the bathroom exit. They realized it was me when I stood up and laughed at them.

#dream #nightmare #horror #thanks for coming to my ted talk #i have no ideavwhy i have so many dreams about running on all fours #im not otherkin #altjough i did have a brief phase wherebi thought i was #but i think the fascination from that phase still lingers a little bit #i mean im DEFINATLY not complaining #its fun as hell to run so fast like that #idk

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chem-mong · 7 years

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tagged by @envy-and-pride thanks bro

rules: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. then tag some friends.

fandom: undertale, mystic messenger, galtia

the first character you loved: papyrus, jumin lmao, senri the character you never expected to love so much: A FREAKING SKELETON ARE YOU KIDDING ME, KIM YOOSUNG AAAAARGH, ZEEKHULT EVELSHTAIN GOD DAMMIT the character you relate to most: alphys, yoosung obv, relate in galtia chara? not seeing it the character you’d slap: mettaton because it’s for his view ratings lmao, zen just to pissed his pretty face, LAURUS VIE QUARRY NOT JUST SLAP I’D KICK HIS BUTT UP TO THE MOON AND BLASTED HIS ASS OFF FROM THE MILKY WAY but he kinda redeemed himself in the end so i hate his actions not on the person but yeah i still hate him you kichiku rapist manipulative marshmallow three favorite characters: for undertale it’s like choosing which strand of hair do I like the most, damn you ask me to choose? Uuuuuuuuuuh kazui? character you liked at first but not so much anymore: no one?, not so much is a strong word tho, none? a character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you: flowey, honestly it’s gotta be seven, shin 3 OTPs: undyne and alphys, zen and jumin, mama licht and papa aldo

tagging @shatsuyuki @spiral-parade @budgiebear @haikami67 @jademyrtille

#tagged stuff #galtia #undertale #mystic messenger

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lilyevane · 7 years

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ok so like this is probably the only ask game i will ever do (+ i have a constant track record of not doing ask games --> so this is like me saying sorry to all the lovely souls who tagged me in things i am SORRY it’s just my lazy ass tbh)

so i was tagged to do this by: @hiddenpolkadots / @prongsno / @paddfoot so thank u sm all of u i love you all to the moon and back ok xx (also i am sorry if you tagged me and i didn’t tag you here i suck at remembering things like that haha)

and i am going to tag: @fjrebolt @residentpotter @jamespottuh @ohpallas @katiebells @cupcakeblake and technically many others this list could go on hehe --> also anyone else feel free to do this and tag me in it i love reading these :DD

1: are you named after someone? hm hm am i named after someone?? well liyah is a pretty ordinary name tbh though i do know my mother was after something to do with flowers but no one acquiesced to that so i got stuck with liyah (dunno whERE that came from)

2: when was the last time you cried? i cry like literally all the time for no reason at all rip me but i guess the last proper time was when i watched fantastic beasts (*CRIES*)

3: do you like your handwriting? yes, i really really like my handwriting, though i hate it when i come out of like some cold place or it’s been a long while since i’ve written

4: what is your favourite lunch meat? um.. idk what to say though i’ll go with turkey :’)

5: do you have kids? hell to the noo i aint even married yet

6: if you were another person, would you be friends with you? hmm, i guess?? like i probably would bc i am quite friendly and all though i probably would get pissed at myself bc i’m so stubborn

7: do you use sarcasm? do i use sarcasm? do?? i?? use?? sarcasm??

8: do you still have your tonsils? yes yes

9: would you bungee jump? asdfhjkl i’m one of those kids who piss their pants to jump over a fucking fence let alone from a cliff or smth

10: what is your favourite kind of cereal? hmm i remember i kinda just lost that kinda feel to eat cereal ever since i had to eat coco pops with warm milk once?? idek how and why that happened but ever since then i’ve been so stubborn when it comes to cereal though i guess just normal cornflakes are nice (oh yes and cheerios aren’t bad as well)

11: do you untie your shoes when you take them off? i hate wearing shoes with laces (bc i am crap at them) so i resort to flats or pumps or boots, though if i did wear them i’d probably take them off untied (if i could) and if not i would have to untie them

12: do you think you’re a strong person? hmm i guess i am kinda strong but in the emotional way i can get weak like that easily for some reason?? i mean sometimes i literally just see something not very triggering and feel like crying lmao (or maybe it’s just those mood swings)

13: what is your favourite ice cream flavour? hmmm (clearly racks their brain for the answer) probably mint choc chip because that’s HEAVEN but also fudge (i’ve had this before and i LOVED IT) wouldn’t go amiss

14: what is the first thing you notice about people? hmm idk?? i guess i just notice their facial expression pretty much and their full self?? basically whatever i see first

16: what is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? well i won’t say my height (even tho i want to) because i am tall asf but i guess my hair damnn can be really annoying bc it is quite curly and wavy and straight and BASICALLY HARD TO TAME

17: what colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? i’m wearing black leggings lmao and no shoes bc i’m in a room in my house (why do people wear shoes inside pls tell me)

19: what are you listening to right now? not atm nothing bc i am too lazy but if you find me ten minutes later i’ll be screaming to shape of you by ed sheeran so yeah haha

20: if you were a crayon, what colour would you be? maybe maroon?? or burgundy? idk why i associate myself with that colour but for some reason even my friends agree i suit that colour lmao

21: favourite smell? the smell when you buy new books and flick through the pages, wet grass, when you enter a new house and it just smells of paint adfghjkl and maybe just after it’s rained bless it smells so nice

22: who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my dad probably to let him know i’ll be coming home late or smth

23: favourite sport to watch? i guess whatever just kinda catches my eye? probably football though, and that is only when i’m in the mood?

24: hair color? brown lmao though when i go into the sun it looks like light brown?? idk haha

25: eye colour? dark brown/black i have no idea

26: do you wear contacts? i hate the idea of something plastic in your eye so i stick to dear ol’ glasses

27: favourite food to eat? ok so like spaghetti is a FAVE it’s so nice esp the way my mum makes it and chicken roast and steak and lasagne (*muted screaming*) also brownies if desserts count (bc they are heaven i will slap whoever disagrees w/ me)

28: scary movies or comedy? i’m that kinda person who will get all over excited to watch a horror movie but then i’ll be screaming and regretting it by the end but probably horror (tho only with my friends) but comedy is nice too (but like.. i have a very weird sense of humour so lol)

29: last movie you watched? i was rewatching pride and prejudice the other day bless that movie i love it so much it makes me want to cry

30: what colour of shirt are you wearing? i am wearing a dress atm + it’s like kinda checkered with dark blue and red and white and all BASICALLY IT LOOKS LIKE TARTAN

31: summer or winter? ok so i like neither hate nor love either because both will be either too cold or too hot though i DIG SPRING bc it’s the season i was born in + it’s just perfect and wonderful and just spring-y

32: hugs or kisses? hugs hugs gimme all your hugs

33: what book are you currently reading? i’m not currently reading anything (which makes me vv sad) tho the last book i (re)read was pride and prejudice lol

34: who do you miss right now? my fRIENDS and my cousins rip me i miss them everyday 35: what is on your mouse pad? ew what’s that i have a laptop 36: what is the last tv program you watched? TEEN WOLF adfghkll i could talk abt it all day

37: what is the best sound? ok so i agree with you bri waves are just... so calming?? i love it sm also i love the sound of silence (like not that stupid song which my teacher annoyingly points out all the time) but just SILENCE in itself is so nice + the wind and the trees rustling along with it (it’s so rejuvenating)

38: rolling stones or the beatles? hmm probably the beatles

39: what is the furthest you have ever traveled? the furthest i have ever travelled would probably be new zealand (i mean it’s vv far away so)

40: do you have a special talent? idk tbh but i guess (according to my friends) i am ambidextrous?? i will never believe them bc i am left-handed and my right hand is shit but whatever @ that + probably procrastination (*cries because that’s the only thing i can do without fail*) i mean if you would believe i’m supposed to be finishing off an english lit piece rn but noope i’m doing this instead

41: where were you born? britain !!

ok so that was hella long and i would personally like to thank whoever actually read all of it thank u and bye let me go do that english homework before i end up resorting to doing it somehow in school tomorrow eep

#tag games #what do i even tag lmao #hiddenpolkadots #paddfoot #prongsno #fjrebolt #residentpotter #jamespottuh #ohpallas #katiebells #cupcakeblake #me #erm #idk what else #so i'll just end this here #:))

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