#his crows feet idk i just love him
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Any advice on drawing McCoy? I’m not used to drawing ancient wrinkley bastards (affectionate) and it’s surprisingly tough v-v
FOR SURE lmao i made. a diagram. just a warning that i am going to be irritating and long winded because u just hit a topic i really like sorry lmao
so first off i did some traces just to show whats there vs redraws to show my interpretation
ive said this on other asks but again jsyk, tracing isnt bad!! its a tool. theres some stuff with intellectual property and whatnot but using tracing to study shapes and forms is a really valuable practice.
also just taking some time to learn facial structures and anatomy is super useful, reading what bones and muscles are where and how they interact with one another. taking this info and staring in the mirror and moving your face around and thinking about it. just really furthers understanding of how the face works. trying to sound normal about this but i love anatomy and motion and physics and whatever
anyways im going to go through all the numbered points so there's no confusion.
1. forehead lines - self explanatory. more prominent when brows are raised
2. crows feet - at the outer corners of the eyes, more prominent when smiling or squinting
3. nasolabial folds - the folds that go from the corners of the nose to the corners of the mouth. more prominent when the mouth is wide, like smiling
4. brow furrow - self explanatory, most prominent when brows are furrowed. mccoy tends to have two right next to his eyebrows, kirk has one in the middle. everyones face works different lmao
5. chin crease - caused by how the chin and lower lip interact.
6. nasojugal groove - start from the inner corners of the eye and can extent over the cheeks. everyone has these and idk why people dont like them i think theyre really cool!!!! but Society. i guess. :/
7. eye bags - caused by the skin sagging beneath the eyes. mccoy isnt even that old in tos i think hes meant to be mid 40s by the end of the 5 year mission, hes just got really prominent eye bags lmao
8. idk what the name is for these, but when the mouth is wide and pushes the skin to the sides, these folds sometimes form outside of the nasolabial folds
9. philtrum - the groove above the upper lip. i dont usually draw this but mccoy's struck me as prominent enough that i usually draw it on him
10. masseter - the muscle that moves the jaw up and down. its a pretty rugged muscle and while i wouldnt say mccoy's is especially prominent, it kind of extends that nasojugal groove from certain angles/positions
11. orbicularis oris - mouth muscle, usually easier to see when lips are pursed or frowns are pulled. mccoy's is pretty prominent from 3/4ths or side, his mouth tends to protrude in profile
12. this isnt a muscle but more of a line defining the planes of the face, but since i drew it i felt i should explain lmao
a few points:
im an animator i tend to exaggerate and emphasize certain things so i usually make him more square.
i like to combine eyebags and crows feet for brevity/flow, same with nasojugal grooves, eyebags, and masseter lines. my approach is always subject to change based on pose, expression, reference image, etc.
i take out details that i deem redundant or cluttering and keep what details i need to make things feel Right
all this info is applicable to any character of any age, its just in how you apply it and facial proportions that willl change how old a character is perceived to be
there's a lot more with drawing a Character rather than an Actor, just because the features are there doesnt necessarily mean things will feel correct? its very much in the mannerisms and poses and expressions
i only went over my approach to his likeness but not really body type or posing or anything idk if u want that i could always try to answer that later haha
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anyways all that info kind of exists nebulously in my brain while i draw its not like im sitting there thinking Must Draw. Nasolabial Fold...... i jsut do what feels right with the visual info i have. also i love specificity in faces.... i dont like to be a hater but when every character is drawn the same it pisses me off a little lmao. so
also dont take my word as The Only Way to do anything i just draw how i like to draw and no one should feel like these are things that Must be done to be a good artist or anything do whatever the hell u wanna do
#anyways my apologies that was. a lot#it will happen again if asked of me.#anon#ask#everyone has this stuff going on with their face and its really cool but capitalism and the beauty industry and whatnot#have been rotting peoples brains since the moment they came to be#the more u look at and appreciate how ur skin an muscles and bones interact with one another the more fine u are with your own face#trust me#because its really cool. like mechanically and stuff#idk if its like theraputic or something but maybe it is or maybe i think about it all way too much#how i draw#ive got some other similar things under that tag i think pertaining to merlin but still similar info
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uh so i was feeling like writing something angsty and ever since i wrote this a little bit ago i can’t stop thinking about the idea of what the upside down coming back decades later would look like, however it’s a bummer and not the vibe i want for my steddie!dads verse so consider this an au for an au or whatever idk
It’s a normal, average, mundane, regular Wednesday when Dustin calls.
They don’t talk as much as they used to, but that’s adult life, Steve supposes.
They both have entire lives now, spouses and children and jobs that consume pretty much every waking hour. The near-1000 miles that separates Steve and Eddie in Massachusetts from Dustin in Indiana doesn’t help things either, and seeing as how Dustin had long-since inherited the Hawkins Lab research from Owens when he retired back in the mid-2000s, that won’t be changing any time soon.
Steve is home when Dustin calls, and between counseling clients, so when the phone rings and lights up with his name, Steve picks it up with a grin.
“Hey man, what’s goin’ on!”
Nothing but silence comes through Dustin’s end for a while – such a long time that Steve checks to make sure that the call didn’t drop or his phone didn’t die or something (and neither had happened, so it’s definitely a Dustin thing).
“Dustin?” he asks, “You there?”
Silence, still.
Then –
“Steve.”
Dustin sounds…not normal, and Steve feels the grin slide off his face.
“What?”
“Steve,” he chokes, “It’s…it’s back.”
Steve feels his heart stop for a second, feels it like all the blood in his veins came to an abrupt halt for just a moment.
“The Upside Down,” Dustin continues, “It…all of…it’s back.”
He sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe Steve’s the one sinking beneath the surface, just like he’d done forty years ago when he’d taken Dustin’s place on that boat and got dragged into hell through the depths of Lover’s Lake.
Steve hangs up the phone, his hands shaking.
His knees feel shaky too, like they can’t support his weight anymore despite doing so for nearly sixty years.
They’ve been giving him problems lately – his knees. Nothing too crazy; he can still go on his runs and putter around the yard and all that. It’s just a part of aging, he supposes, and he hadn’t minded aging before – liked it, even. Liked his greying hair and the crow’s feet around his eyes and his achy knees, because there’d been a period of time many years ago when he wasn’t sure he’d make it long enough to experience that inevitability of life.
Right this second though, he hates it, hates the way it makes him realize he’s not as nimble as he used to be, the way his reaction time isn’t the same anymore, because he knows that’s what had gotten him through those horrible years back in the mid-eighties.
He lowers himself down, and as his ass hits the tile floor of the bathroom – his daughters’ bathroom, the one they’ve shared practically their whole lives, the one Moe lost her first tooth in, the one Robbie pierced her own ears in, the one Hazel will be getting ready for prom in soon – Dustin calls him again.Steve doesn’t pick up, too busy kicking himself for not considering sooner the possibility of this sooner, for not having a plan ready to execute to keep their daughters safe the way no adult had done for him.
He can feel an old instinct – the urge to gather his loved ones close – starting to kick in, his mind starting to race as he catalogs the people who make up his small corner of the world.
Hazel is easy – she’s at the high school just down the road. He can have her back home, back within arm’s reach, in a matter of minutes.
Robin and Nancy are next closest, still living in Boston after all these years. Steve would wager a guess that they’ll be hearing from Dustin soon if they haven’t already, and then they’ll probably head Steve and Eddie’s way, and then they’ll all regroup.
They’ll figure out what their next moves are.
Moe and Robbie are trickier with both of them living in New York City and likely unwilling to leave their school and their jobs and their friends without any warning whatsoever. Moe is getting more and more reasonable the older she gets, so Steve may have to start with her and hope that Robbie follows.
Moe is twenty-two now.
Moe is older than both of her dads had been when Eddie had nearly died, when Steve had carried him out of hell and made sure he didn’t. All three of their daughters – even seventeen-year-old Hazel – are older than Steve had been when he got sucked into that horrible mess, and they’re still so damn young.
With two decades of parenting under his belt, he finds it kind of unbelievable that anybody had looked at his sixteen-year-old face and seen anything but a child, nevermind actually asked him to do the things that he’d done.
Dustin calls him two more times before he gives up. Only a moment later, Steve hears Eddie’s phone ring downstairs, and then he hears Eddie’s jovial tone as he answers the call.
He goes quiet real quick after that.
Just as Steve is deciding who to call first – Hazel’s school or Moe – his phone vibrates, two quick buzzes that can only indicate a text from Robin.
He opens it.
did dustin call you?
Steve lets out a heavy breath because, fuck, it’s real.
Yeah, he texts back, then adds –
This fucking sucks
40 years
As Steve watches the bubbles of Robin’s incoming response, he can vaguely hear Eddie’s ascent of the stairs, still on the phone with Dustin.
The bubbles disappear.
“Fuck you, Dustin,” he hears Eddie snarl, “This is on you.” There’s silence for a while, and Eddie seems to pause in the hallway just in front of their bedroom door. Then, “Yeah, I’ll talk to him…I know…later, man. Love you. Be safe.”
Steve looks down at his phone to see that Robin is still typing, only for the bubbles to disappear again a second later.
Finally –
nance is going back
i’m going with her
Steve could throw up.
He almost does, he’s pretty sure, although he’s not positive because he might be having an out of body experience, or maybe he’s dissociating, or maybe it’s a fucking PTSD flashback or something. He doesn’t know.
He should know, or so his handful of psych degrees would suggest, and he probably would know if it was happening to someone else, but then again, he’s always worn blinders when it comes to himself.
That was true about him when all this shit started in 1983, and it’s still true now, almost forty years later.
Forty fucking years.
He doesn’t look up when Eddie comes into the bathroom, joining him on the floor with his back against the bathtub.
“Dustin took offense to you hanging up on him,” he says, and Steve can hear the way he’s forcing humor into his tone.
As if any of this shit is funny.
“Erica and the kids left with Claudia,” Eddie continues, answering a question Steve probably would’ve gotten around to asking Dustin himself if it weren’t for the whole hanging up on him thing, “Erica went kicking and screaming, obviously. I offered up our house, but they’re still deciding where they want to camp out. And everyone has agreed not to say a word to Jim and Joyce.”
Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as they’re both in their eighties and perpetually acting like they’re thirty years younger – at a minimum.
Not that Steve would know anything about that.
Definitely not.
“He said he’s one-hundred percent positive that it’s all still contained to Hawkins, so…” Eddie pauses, “We don’t have to, like, track down the girls or anything. Just make sure they don’t go anywhere near Indiana.”
And that, at least, is an actual relief.
“Robin’s going back,” Steve tells him, because there’s no point waiting to address that particular issue in this whole fucking mess.
The so I’m going too is implied, because that has never needed to be said when it came to Steve and Robin.
The way Eddie’s face changes evades Steve’s ability to describe. It makes him regret saying anything – that’s for fucking sure. Makes him wish he’d just snuck away in the dead of night.
“C’mon man, we’ve picked up a whole fuckin’ litter over the years,” Eddie says, and he’s still forcing humor into his tone, “You can’t leave me to fend off the masses alone – the years have made me weak-willed, I’ll surrender immediately.”
Steve manages a snort, but he still looks down at the floor all the same.
Eddie doesn’t say anything else for a while, but his hand wraps around Steve’s ankle as if there was enough brute strength in the one appendage to keep him rooted to the bathroom floor.
(Strangely enough, it feels like there might be).
“Steve,” Eddie finally says, his voice stiff and hard in a way Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard before, “We are way too old for this shit – Robin and Nance too.”
Eddie pauses.
“Steve,” he says again, “I know how important Robin is. I know, but our children would be fucking devastated if anything happened to you. Don’t think they wouldn’t – and something would most certainly happen to you.”
“Eddie.”
He’s still avoiding his husband’s eyes.
“Steve,” he pleads, something desperate in his voice, “We talked about this. Remember? Last spring, when we watched that stupid zombie show with Hazel? And there was the episode with the old gay guys? We talked about this. You told me not to let you go if this shit came back.”
Steve makes no response. Ed lets out a heavy breath, looking to the ceiling.
They have this conversation every now and then – one of those conversations that always teeters on the edge of an argument – in which Eddie insists that Steve could be fine if their relationship ended in a way that Eddie himself would not. It’s a conversation that Steve hates, because he hates the idea that Eddie – his husband of twenty years and the love of his whole entire life – could still be thinking so low of himself, that there’s any part of him that doesn’t think Steve would be fucking wrecked by losing him.
Still, it had always been a hypothetical. It had never been real.
Suddenly, Steve feels claustrophobic sitting on the floor of his daughters’ bathroom. He gets to his feet and, as he heads for the door, Eddie scrambles up after him.
Halfway down the hall, Eddie lunges for him and catches his arm, wheeling him back around to face him.
“Steve,” Eddie says one more time.
Then, because he apparently has no words ready to follow with, he stops.
“Steve,” Eddie starts again, “Please. You’re everything. I love the girls and I love our life, but Christ, Steve, you’re my entire world. You changed everything for me. You showed me how life could be worth living, and you keep showing me, and I’m not ready to let go of you yet – not even fucking close. Please don’t let this be the way we leave each other.”
Steve finally lets himself look at Eddie’s face, the face he’d fallen in love with decades ago, the face he’s still in love with decades later. He looks at his big eyes and the hint of grey at his hairline and his crows feet and the scarring that creeps up his neck from underneath the collar of his shirt (it’s a shirt he’s had for ages – since before even Moe was born by the looks of it, but so is the rest of his half of their closet).
And he finds himself nodding.
Eddie’s exhale is all desperate relief as he tugs Steve into his arms and wraps them around his shoulders. Steve immediately reciprocates the hug, pulling him in even closer, surprised to feel tears pin-pricking his eyes
“I love you so much, Steve,” Eddie tells him, gripping the back of his t-shirt so tight he feels the collar pulling taut against his throat, “I don’t say that to you enough.”
“You say it all the time,” Steve replies with a wet laugh.
“Not enough,” he shakes his head, and Steve decides there’s no point in arguing.
A minute goes by.
“Fuck,” Steve half-laughs, half-chokes as he lifts his head to meet Eddie’s eyes, “This fucking sucks.”
“I know,” he says.
Again, he reels Steve in, and again, Steve lets him, holding onto his husband like a lifeline, like they’re standing somewhere far more perilous than the carpeted floor of their upstairs hallway.
“I know,” Eddie repeats, “And we’ll…we’ll talk about it but for now, just – can I just hold you for a bit, okay?”
Steve nods again.
“Okay.”
read the extended version on AO3 (i.e. feat. added “flashbacks” so it fits the formatting of the rest of the series)
#eddie calls robbie and moe and tells them to come home – not because they actually need to but because ed knows steve needs them home#i slipped in some sneaky dustin/erica how do we feel about that here on tumblr.com?#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Really like how my art with Haytham has progressed since Aug 2022. Don't come at me for the first one BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED. I drew it at work during my break.
I've gone from struggling to map out his features to trying to draw him in my usual "ikemen hot guy" style to finding out that it just doesnt suit him, as much as i wish otherwise. So I had to "adjust" my style to suit his face better which took MONTHS. My advice is just staring at multiple images of a character until you get it. The defining features of Haytham that help me draw him better are his nose, the cupid's bow (very important for me), and the nasolabial fold (also important). Don't forget those little upturned lip corners.
Then I came to appreciate older Haytham for having more depth and age in his face, the crow's feet being, by far, my favourite feature of his to draw - next being his cupid's bow and cheekbones and his deep set eyes (i get giddy over the sunken in depth and eye bags when i draw them akdkjf) ALSO HIS SCARS - 3 of them - chin scar, 1 above right brow and another above the left brow. Very subtle but i love them.
Anyways idk if you call this an analysis or whatever, im not good at those. I'm just happy to see some progress in my art with Haytham :3 He's definitely one of those characters that take awhile to get used to drawing.
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Hi, Idk if I'm doing this right, but I love your work, and I want to request something. Could you do 18(what was that noise?), with either Law or Sanji? And funny, but like, in-character. I kind of read y/n fics as bedtime stories and I love cracking up to your imagines :)
Hello anon!
Thank you for your kind words! It's great to hear thay you get my Humor 😆
I like fun prompts and I think I have just the thing for you 😉
I just hope it's not too scary before bed!
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Midnight Sunny
Things that go bump in the night...happens a lot on a ship, especially on the grand line!
Sanji and you heard some very strange sounds and investigate the thousand sunny at night - when it's dark and empty. And scary.
Sfw, funny fluff about what the crew does at night.
You were still unfamiliar with the ship, the crew. The noises. Something went bump in the night - hard. You looked around, Robin and Nami were fast asleep. Well enough- you're a pirate now, you had to act like it and protect your friends. You got up, not bothering to get a jacket or anything in the warm night.
Outside, you couldn't hear or see anything at first. You carefully walked down the stairs to the main deck and enjoyed the fresh air and the scent of Gras in the night.
Maybe this was nothing? You surely just overreacted. Besides, Zoro was holding watch in the crow's nest, if he couldn't handle it, no one could. Reassured, you turned to return to bed. When you wandered back towards the stairs, you heard it!
Loud snoring indicated that your evaluation of the situation was a bit optimistic, your night watch had fallen asleep. But nothing was here and you decided it was time to sleep - when you almost slipped on something. It was wet and sticky when your naked foot touched it. You bent down and saw...it was blood!
A strange groan could be heard behind you, you spun around. Dark and tall, a figure was moving towards you, groaning and heaving. But no steps could be heard.
Sanji
Sanji has lived on ships for most of his life. The splash of the water against the wood of the ship's belly, the creaking planks, all familiar sounds. In fact, he needed that to sleep. The silent nights on land, in towns, were hard for him.
On the sunny, most of those sounds were drowned out by Zoro's snoring and Luffy's sleep eating (you know how he dreams about food all night? He's chewing and talking all the time).
So when something really went bump in the night, Sanji was sure something was wrong.
He routinely checked the other's beds - all seemed to be in their hammocks, sleeping and wrapped in their blankets.
He air-walked just an inch from the floor to be absolutely silent and went to investigate. Who else was on the ship?
Nami-san and Robin-chan, Y/n-chan, Zoro sleeping in the crows best and the rest of the boys here with him.
He got a flash light and headed outside into the night. Someone was there! He inched closer, soundless. He was ready to seize the intruder, when his body held him back. Those hips? That ass? He felt his nose trickle and a noise escape his throat: "y/n chyaaaaan" He mumbled, enchanted.
You
The creature said your name! It sounded like a Zombie! You swung the hardest punch you had - only realising to late that you smashed poor Sanji across the grass. Luckily, he took the blow like it was nothing and was up on his feet in seconds, already hurrying back towards you with flailing arms.
"Y/n chyaaaan! Don't be afraid, it's only me! Your Sanji!" He chanted. Blood was running from his nose.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" You apologised, trying to find something to remove the blood. He stared at you with heart eyes, making you realise that you only wore hot pants and a shirt. He wore a shirt and shorts as well, he had probably already been sleeping, too.
He looked a bit creepy with his bloody face and confused eyes, but you had no handkerchief with you, so you decided to take the corner of his shirt to wipe some of the blood off his face. Lifting the fabric up revealed his six-pack and made him hyperventilate, it also almost gave you a nosebleed, so you quickly abandoned the plan.
"Sanji, I heard something" You told him, trying to change the subject a bit. He was a monster on the battlefield, too, he could handle any intruders. Or ghosts.
In a second, he gathered himself and answered seriously:"yeah, I heard it, too! I'll protect you!" Just what you needed to hear!
"Let's investigate it and get back to sleep" You said with worry and shivered a bit.
"Of course! Leave it to me!" He boasted. And, seeing your shiver, he added: "are you cold? Do you need my shirt?" He already lifted it, showing his creamy white skin. You would absolutely love to see some more, but you also had to focus and declined politely. Instead, you opted to hold onto his arm for warmth and comfort, which he gladly accepted.
Together, you started towards the lower decks, where the sound had originated. Sanji had turned from a mindless, mumbling idiot back into a sexy badass, leading the way with his arm around you. Only the sideways looks and pink cheeks betrayed his serious demeanor.
He opened the door that lead to the kitchen and the storage rooms. It was dark and quiet, the creaking of the ship could be heard clearer now. There was a trace of some sort - like cobweb? Thoughts of giant spiders invaded your mind and made you hold on to Sanji tighter. A small gasp escaped him, but he stayed strong. You pointed to the trail of thin strings and he nodded, walking in front of you. You followed the trail to a wooden chest in the corner that was usually reserved for Sanji's kitchen supplies. He carefully lifted the lid, ready to strike, when he stumbled back from a terrifying scream!
A high pitched shriek echoed through the ship, followed by loud wailing.
"I am so sorry Sanji!" A high voice cried.
"Chopper! What are you doing here?!" Sanji asked the reindeer. Chopper lay in the chest, covered in what you now identified as...
"Stuffing your face with cotton candy? That was for tomorrow's breakfast!" Sanji scolded the smallest crewmember, that quickly began to cry from shame.
"Sanji! I am so sorry! I woke up and got so hungry, and than I smelled the cotton candy!" He munched on a hoof full of sugary webs.
Sanji couldn't stay mad at him and just sighed. Poor chopper looked so guilty, you had to pick him up and comfort him. His fur was a bit scratchy, but you hugged the little guy and let him sit on your arm. He was really sticky and smelled like sugar.
"Chopper, did you make a loud noise?" You asked him.
"No, I was in the chest for a while and ate. Di...did....d..did something go bump in the night???"
After calming chopper and storing him securely on your shoulders, the three of you moved further through the inner rooms of the ship.
Next came the storage rooms - especially dark for their lack of windows, extra creepy because of all the stuff in them. Chopper clang to your shirt as Sanji held your hand. He went in front of you and opened the first door, slowly, shining his light inside - crates, barrels, nothing. He moved the stream of light around, making the shadows dance. Nothing! What a relief.
Bump
Something, somewhere in thay corridor, dared to go bump. The three of you got closer together and Sanji pushed you behind him again, taking the lead. He swallowed hard, shining the light around the dark hallway. The doors were all closed and it was silent again.
Taptap
The sound of something walking could be heard, but nothing was there.
Taptap
Like naked feet on the floor. Sanji's light moved more erratic now, searching the hallway.
"Gh...ghost...ghost" Chopper whined into your ear. It was hard to disagree.
"What the...?" Sanji screamed as he moved the light up to the ceiling! An inhumane contortion of limbs hung there, clad in a red shroud. It looked like...
"Goddammit Luffy get down!" You screamed at your captain, who tried to sneak a massive chunk of meat on the bone past Sanji.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Sanji exploded as Luffy landed with his cheeks full. "I was so hungry! I couldn't wait for breakfast!" He protested, holding his cheek while trying to stuff more meat into his mouth before Sanji could reclaim it.
One hour later
"IS ANYONE SLEEPING TONIGHT???" Sanji screamed, ready to beat the marbles out of Zoro (who was caught sleeping in the cooler), Franky (who did some night-repairs on the mini merry) and Robin, who just wanted to get in on the fun and terrorised you with endless nightmarish creations out of hands and eyes.
"How could you Robin-chan??" Sanji asked with tears in his eyes.
"It was so fun" She chuckled.
"Anyway. I think I am done for tonight." Sanji turned around and left the rest of the crew in the dining room with a late night snack. He looked a bit disappointed and you decided to cheer him up before bed.
"Would you bring me back to my room? I think I am a bit scared after all of that..." You told him and brought the smile back to his face.
"Of course madame!" He offered you his arm and you took it gladly. He led you out to the grass again and looked up at the stars. The nights in the city with all its lights couldn't compare to the clear sky above the open ocean with its abundance of sparkling stars. You looked up for a while in silence, together. Or so you thought- when you saw a movement in the corner of your eyes and looked around, Sanji's big blue eyes were fixed on you. They were so beautiful, reflecting the colour of the sea and the sky alike. His lids closed and his lips moved closer as he leaned down.
Bump
Both of you jumped at the sound. It came from the big lion's head! You looked at each other and nodded.
"Bet it's Nami." You said. Not many possible culprits left.
Sanji took you into his arms and air-walked towards the sound. A dark silhouette stood on the figurehead - a strangely thin, tall one. It turned around, slowly. Empty, dark eyesockets stared at you.
"yoooooooo-" a thin, ghostly voice wailed.
"AHHHHHHHH!" You both screamed as Sanji fire-kicked the thing with full force. It's clothes caught fire so that you could see it fly like a comet to the horizon and come down in the water several miles ahead. While it followed its trajectory you could hear a "HOOOOOOOO" ending in a splash.
"Did you just kick Brook into the sea?" You asked the cook.
"Yes." He answered, swallowing.
"He'll lose all his energy and sink."
"Yup." He answered.
You looked at each other, tired.
Wordless, Sanji pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in your arms. With a perfect form, he jumped into the see, diving smoothly down to save his friend.
A thing behind you went bump in the night.
"Fuck off Usopp I've had enough now" You informed your cremate without turning around. Enough for one night, you thought and looked at the shirt in you arms. It smelled like cologne and cooking.
I hope you liked it and that it was a good read before bed!
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Pedro is so much not my type, yet I'm so in love with every character he plays.
Like. He is not my type of handsome, but oh my god he is so handsome sometimes. Like. The smile?! Nose wrinkles?! Crows feet around his eyes?! Patchy beard?! How someone can be opposite of what you like, and be at the same time this beautiful handsome person you just LOVE to look at. So weird.
Anyway.
Marcus with and without a beard is stunning!
Can you imagine you see him for the first time with a stubble and you just can't stop staring. Touching his scratchy face. You kiss his cheeks, because it's a new feeling, and you like it. But Marcus is little shy about all the attention 🙈
Marcus Pike x f!reader
A/N: I understand it completely anon, as I said here a couple of times, before liking Pedro, I never thought he was the kind of guy I would like when it came to his looks; I never really paid attention to him, but the little I had seen him on Twitter or passing by when my dad was watching tlou was that he was a normal looking guy. And then once I started really liking him I got more and more used to his features and to me there isn't a more handsome man in the world! I agree with everything you said! He's the whole package, everything about him is beautiful and the best part is knowing he's beautiful inside and out, so it's not only looks, he's also a great person and idk I just really like Pedro and I don't mean to be NFSW but I want to hug him so tight lol 😆
Also, I'm sorry but your ask exceeded the cute limit™ so I had to kidnap it and turn it into a headcanon ❤️
• you couldn't wait to see Marcus after nearly three months of going undercover; you hated he had to do that kind of job, not only was it extremely dangerous but you hated that you completely lost touch with him
• so you were very excited to meet him again after all that time, your feelings for each other were growing but were also unresolved and you deeply regretted not coming forward about it sooner
• the moment you walked into the office and saw Marcus there, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest; his hair was longer now, you could even see some curls forming at the same time he let his beard grow a little
• you'd always been used to his clean shaven face and you loved it; you loved his sharp jaw, his dimples, his beautiful lips, you loved all of him, but you were also so mesmerized by his stubble, though he looked more mature with it, his boyish smile hadn't changed one bit
"Marcus!!!"
• you squealed running to him, he held his arms open for you, but you stopped inches from him, your hand carefully stroking against his cheek, feeling it underneath your palm and loving it
• he was a little shy at first, you had never stroked him like that, but he also enjoyed it
"I was going to shave it as soon as I got home..."
• he blushed softly but you shook your head
"leave it for a couple of days at least, it suits you"
• you giggled and kissed his cheeks, loving how your lips felt against the burn of his recent beard, you knew you had never taken such liberties with him before but at that moment, it didn't really matter, it felt very good
• when you were finally done with his facial hair, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him for a tight kiss, burying your face into the crook of his neck, you felt so safe and so happy to have him back
"please, never go undercover again, I missed you too much"
• you gave him the puppy eyes and he nodded, his arms wrapped tight around you as he thought that maybe his feelings for you weren't as unrequited as he thought they were
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alright next up on the list of ideas to dredge up from the drafts and talk about in more detail is the focus on books in this season, because its driving me around the bend
but because i literally have no answers whatsoever to this, im just going to do a crowley-core #justgirlythings and just ask questions:
ep2 goob (rip) lines: "books are key!" which ok yeah obvious but:
"and see, the big ones can be used as fly swats - and i know what you're thinking, but it's okay, because the beauty part is, it never works!"... hmmmm
but also earlier on, goob asks aziraphale "what [letter] comes after 'K'?", which is 'L', but goob then immediately refers back to his book that he's alphabetising, which is A Tale of Two Cities, and that starts with 'it'...? so why highlight the letter 'L'? (this might be something of nothing but given Book of Life idk could literally have been ANY other letter)
but then we have the rest of the episodes that cascaded from the two things above; first, the book blueprint of the universe in ep1, which AWCW was referring to, but only from page 11 onwards (so what was on pages 1-11?):
ep2: crowley discovering that jane austen wrote books (like, other than it being a comedic point of their conflicting remembrance of her as a person, and gives the "you think you know someone!" foreshadowing, it felt very pointed that crowley learns that she was a writer as well)
ep2 also sees aziraphale looking at a huge tome which, given everything that's going on, seems weird that he'd be randomly consulting? idk what the book is so not doubling down on this... anyone know if ive just missed something obvious?
but also makes a point of consulting the bible after goob recites what god said to job in the bookshop. which, given that he and crowley readily recognise what god says (he even says to crowley, "I most certainly do [remember]"), seems weird that they'd need to consult a book to remind them who job was and his story... could be exposition and for the cool fall-through effect, but possibly felt a bit unneeded. plus, it got aziraphale so absorbed that he totally conked out and missed crowley leaving the shop:
aziraphale writing in his diary at his desk on his bed, lying in his tummy, feet kicking in the air, in ep3:
the magician's pamphlet that not only follows aziraphale's epiphany of realising he's in love with crowley but also literally sets up the opportunity for aziraphale to demonstrate how much he trusts him, and is ultimately used against them in being discovered as (at least) being traitors to their respective sides:
plus the Hoffman book, and the angel field-guide:
like, oversimplifying, but literally all of ep5 being based on jane austen works
emphasis on muriel wanting to read books in the background of the Showdown going on in ep6, being chucked The Crow Road by crowley, and metatron being weirdly interested in the fact that they're reading it... like, how would he not know what a book is? why is it "excellent", and a "perfectly splendid thing to do"? odd choice of words even if you want them to take over the bookshop:
now this one i can believe is literally just about goob in the shop and that's fine, but again the emphasis on books anyway (and also michael's weirdly strong but conflicting memory? might write a different post about that bc i think michael got got by metatron somewhere along the line):
back to ep2 but fitting to bookend on:
so okay yeah sure, im certain the book of life comes into all of this somewhere (ive posted about it here but im fairly certain it's not what heaven/hell seems to claim it is, and i think only the metatron truly knows that). there's been a lot of emphasis on memory too in this season, but taking that out of the equation a minute, the main things giving me heebie-jeebies is goob's line about using big books as fly swats, and obviously metty-babes' weird reaction to the crow road...
idk where im going with this and ill probably look at this again but all of this was floating around my noggin and i couldn't take it anymore
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Secret Life as Every The Crane Wives Song
(EXTREMELY LONG POST WARNING)
Etho:
Nothing at All
“Do you ever feel nothing at all? I do, I do, I do. I would not wish that on you”
Counting Sheep
“Feign contentment for a while, that's all you know how to do.”
Grian:
Sleeping Giant
“I feel the mountains, I feel the mountains shifting under me. The sleeping giants are finally waking.”
(This man knows things about the sudden arrival of a ominous deity like entity)
Steady, Steady
“I can take for better but for worse can't condone. Most of all for good just makes me ache to be alone.”
(Not teaming up with people for so long because of fear of hurting them)
Ancient History
“My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories. Discarded remnants of former times.”
(Again, watchers…)
Pearl:
I Talk In My Sleep
“I talk in my sleep when my demons won't let me be. They twist the things I say when you are far away.”
How to Rest
“Though you've convinced yourself, you're safe and sound within. The thing you fear the most never need get in.”
New Colors
“Old towns here are mean. Spit fire and gasoline. But all I want is solitude. I have half a mind to climb up in the sky and hide myself inside the moon”
The Crooked, The Cradle
“I'm nobody's daughter. I'm nobody's daughter. My enemies crow. "We're alone with the kill"”
“I won't pretend my season won't end, but I pray, when it's done, when it's through I'll have something left for you.”
Scar:
The Garden
“The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense, drowning out all the lies that I might have told instead”
(his scamming and scheming butt can't escape me)
New Discovery
“Sometimes I feel like I’m lost in the desert… I see my footprints in the sand so I know where I’ve been”
(desert... like the desert duo... i'm so clever!)
Can’t Have It All
“I won't bargain, I won't break. My mind's made up, though my head still aches and all my love you tried to take, but you can't have it all.”
Cleo:
Ribs
“Brick and mortar between my bones. Built a kingdom fierce and fortified. My name fading from the yellow page. Stones are laid upon the mountainside.”
Tongues & Teeth
“I will poison all your happy thoughts. I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box and if you're fine with that you can be mine.”
Impulse:
Little Soldiers
“I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown but you were already gone”
Strangler Fig
“You built your kingdom around me. Now I'm trapped within your walls and all I want is to be free.”
(That man died and joined the apocalypse willingly to be at Gem's side)
Scott:
Pretty Little Things
“Cracked lips and hands, calloused hands. I still feel his touch against my skin. Past loves linger like phantom limbs.”
“Don't buy me flowers, it pains me to watch. Pretty little things wilt away.”
(this man hold's onto past alliances in her heart, only second to Skizz)
Shallow River
“Red sky morning, lovers' warning. Oh I know that the promise you wear, well it ain't for me.”
(red sky and love refer to Jimmy’s death. The “You” is Gem though)
Bdubs:
Never Love an Anchor
“It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful”
(him not so subtly jumping between mounders and roomies, maybe? idk. its also just kinda his vibe.)
Naked, the Night Falls
“Turn your ghosts into mine. All the years, all the years I'm alive.”
(him finding Etho and Cleo again)
BigB:
Hard Sell
“Hoping I can find a better me. A fresh new start buried under me.”
Metaphors
“I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors. I've gotten good at living on someone else's page. I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments. You can't trust a single thing I say.”
(his cryptid butt is not escaping metaphors this go around)
Martyn:
Turn out the Lights
“Sometimes all you can do is say goodnight and tuck your demons into bed cause they're not worth fighting.”
Rockslide
“This wild weather's got the mountain shakin' weak. Oh I know you want to plant your feet but we best get a move on or the devil we will meet.”
“That monster's comin' and it don't care for you or me. Don't look back now, honey”
(This has been in my head since Martyn moved in with Jim at the top of the Mesa.)
Show Your Fangs
“A ballad of a lonesome peak. I curse the ground, shed my old sins. For weight will only make me weak”
“Bravely I will wield my weapon. I made from fangs of those that died.”
(Big Dogs… RIP)
Skizz:
Know How
“I keep my focus on what is safe. You drew a line. Made up your mind and now I'm struggling to realize.”
(This song is Imp and Skizz’s relationship post Imp’s attack)
Easier
“The only peace I have ever known is the peace I made with you. I won't move, but I can't stay here.”
(Skizz and Tango’s relationship throughout the season)
October
“Take my word but keep the upper hand. I know you, you're the daughter of a lonely man.”
(My interpretation of SL!Skizz is this super caring guy who his haunted by this vague memory of bloodlust that comes out in empty threats to people he doesn’t really want to hurt.)
Gem (all of these are about session seven specifically!):
Allies or Enemies
“They spread like some awful damn disease”
“Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me.”
The Glacier House
“You cursed the Earth you settled under… Under… Understand I had to go.”
“Bundle up darling, you're on your own now. Seasons change as they do. Maybe I'll see you when your shivering is through.”
I Ain’t Done
“I am a pretty young thing. I am consumed by selfish wanting. Carelessly broke you down but I’m not done.”
(this girl came in and told a winner and a runner up that they need to get their act together and that she was gonna be the one to get them to the end. I love her!)
Joel “Loves his wife” Smallishbeans:
Down the River
“'Cause ain't it easier to just move on? One door closing means another one. Opens unto some unsuspecting fool.
“Sure, you can forget about all the things you've done but what about the rest of us? High-tail it when it gets to be too much.”
“Too many people with your name on top of their lists.”
“You were never the one to suffer.”
(All of Joel’s anger about Jim celebrating Lizzie’s death and the fact that Jim then also immediately died, leaving him alone.)
Unraveling
“But now my love is gone and I am left unraveling.”
“And I am left here withering”
“And I can't help the fracturing”
The Diving Bell
“I descend so well, in an open diving bell, the beauty of the deep. Far into abyss in your silent lips call me will I sleep”
Caleb Trask
“"When a flower blossoms red. That's the day, that's the day, that's the day. I'll love you. That's the day, that's the day. I'll love you."
(I’ve stated before that this is his song, not specifically bc of SL. I think of azalea’s and I think of Joel.)
Tango:
Curses
“There's a fire in my brain, and I'm burning up”
“Every word I say is kindling but the smoke clears when you're around. Won't you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down?”
(Our fire man and his forever teammate…)
Safe Ship, Harbored
“Where does your faith form in me? Don't break the bottle. Don't waste your blessings on me.”
“A safe ship, harbored losing all of my good years to the shallow water. I ain't proud.”
(The Heart Foundation [in my opinion] seemed like a great way to make alliances and be well liked, however, it also kinda put them at a disadvantage never getting any hearts of their own.)
Mumbo:
The Moon Will Sing
“On some level, I think I always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever.”
“With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful. There is love that doesn't have a place to rest. But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders”
(Something, something. The love Mumbo has for Grian.)
Back to the Ground
“Little buds make their graves as the warmth inside us fades but I still don't know shit about letting go.”
“Our hearts lay still and cold, under frozen soil. I can't stay here anymore so remember when I go.”
(Something, something. The miner destined for accidents.)
Jimmy:
Not the Ghost
“If only I could break the chain of disappointments, weighing me down. Shake off the ghosts that whisper warnings.”
Keep You Safe
“When I watched my friends ride to the tops of the trees. With the risk of fall, I never climbed at all.”
“Time is not your friend. Time is not your remedy. No amount of waiting will make you, make you brave.”
Canary in the Coal Mine
“You and I are friends of empty graves”
(he does not escape this song!)
Lizzie (all of these songs with Lizzie in mind makes me cry):
Can’t Go Back
“The time has come for moving on. You can't be always trying to dig up. What you've already buried.”
“It's not fair (When have you ever known the world to be a fair place?) It's not fair (All things end and all things change) It's not fair (You'll look back and laugh someday) It's not fair (Or at least you'll learn to be okay)”
Of Everlong
“And if my lover will not hear it. Take my voice and take my spirit, leave me weakened and dig my hole. Only my lover, not I, can keep my soul”
(Only Joel mourns her and it’s a sad sad day)
Icarus
“Til your far away and breathing cleaner air, oh my brother…”
(her brother... the man cursed to die... named after a bird who dies of poisoned air... who'd a thunk it...)
Unplaced songs: The hand that feeds, hole in the silver lining, Once & For All
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Not to bother you guys once again with my brainrot, but I just had this VISION of and ES!Sam spending time with LS!Dean in the beginning of everything. Like, they're still settling in and figuring things out, and it's just the two of them, talking about nothing in particular, and then dean says something that makes ES!Sam smile, all baby brother-like. And it's a look Dean hasn't seen in years on that face, still so young and bright and pure. And he just stares at him, entranced, giving his own little smirk because, hell yeah, he just made his baby brother laugh, and that's always something he loves doing. Meanwhile Sam has still got that awestruck look on his face because this is Dean. Older and gruffer, but it's still his big(strong, sexy, big) brother. And then there's just a moment where they're just looking at each other, quiet and full of something ES!Sam can't explain, but LS!Dean knows very well with his own Sam. That tension and love that suffocates them all the time.
And then of course, one of the others comes in and interrupts. And you can decide what happens from here. If it's ES!Dean walking I'm on the like ES!Sam walked in on him and sammy before, jealous and protective, if it's LS!Sam who comes in and has his own brand of jealousy, or maybe he just watches fondly because he's seen that look on deans face before and he remembers being that age and being so sick with want that anything Dean did made him fall harder(which, to be fair, hasn't changed much over the years), or maybe ES!Dean walks in, sees the way his older self looks at Sam, and feels so sick with himself because he's making it so obvious. He can't believe he would ever let himself come on so strong. What the hell is wrong with him.
Idk, you decide lol. If you can't tell you're writing style has really impacted my own(it's inspired me ok). But I just had to share this brain worm with yall cause I figured you'd appreciate it!
hello!!!
literally incapable of bothering me!! GRAHH YOUR MIND!! i feel like there's hardly anything to add because this is SO GORGEOUS!!! your writing has knocked me flat on my ass! EVERYONE READ THIS ASK!! delicious!!!
this prompt has stuck in my brain, so let's discuss!
"and that's when i never learned to shit where you eat." LS!Dean says, nodding sagely as he stirs the pot on the stove. he's making some kind of pasta for dinner, a recipe that he refused to tell ES!Sam because "it's a secret you've gotta wait ten more years for, squirt."
they're in the bunker kitchen, ES!Sam sitting on the counter next to the stove, lightly kicking his socked heels against the metal shelves with dull thwangs. LS!Dean's wearing an apron that reads Ask Me About How I Beat My Meat with a cartoon meat tenderizer under it.
every time ES!Sam tries to lean over to look into the pot on the stove, LS!Dean shoves his head away, making AH-AH-AH noises like at a misbehaving dog until ES!Sam relents.
"that's when you learned to never shit where you eat?" ES!Sam asks, incredulous. his face screws up. "what about duluth? or minneapolis?"
LS!Dean turns towards him and points a threatening finger at him, eyes narrowing.
"we promised we'd never talk about minneapolis again!"
ES!Sam rolls his eyes, and suddenly, LS!Dean reaches over and messes his hair up, hand jerking back and forth, and muttering, Little Shit. ES!Sam shouts Hey!, kicking LS!Dean's knees with his feet, and smacks his arm away. even as he's laughing, he's a little huffy as he tries to fix his hair, when he's caught like a mouse in a trap at the look on LS!Dean's face.
it's warm. LS!Dean's eyes are soft, crinkled at the corners with deep, satisfied crow's feet. his mouth is tilted into a grin, full top lip a little chapped like it's always been because chapstick is for chicks, sam. it's familiar. it's so familiar.
ES!Dean has been looking at ES!Sam like that for years. this is his older brother, ES!Sam realizes, sharply. this is the first time the thought has really stuck since he got here. before, it's always hit and bounced off, a i guess that's dean. it looks like him, i guess.
but now, in this moment, he looks like dean.
this is his older brother. he’s clearly been through and seen things that sam ES!Sam can’t imagine and carries the scars to prove it. ES!Sam looks down at LS!Dean’s hands on the counter, how big and rough they are, criss-crossed with scars and pockmarks. but they’re dean’s hands. he still has the knick under his left thumb where sam got him during knife training.
ES!Sam looks back up into LS!Dean’s face, hypnotized.
the moment stretches long and heavy between them, inexplicable. just looking at each other. ES!Sam's heart is beating quickly. what is LS!Dean looking for? what does he see on ES!Sam's face? he's seen ES!Sam turn into LS!Sam, but for ES!Sam, it's instantaneous. is his face more comforting, or strange? ES!Sam hopes, strangely, that LS!Dean likes it.
that he likes looking at him.
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i think in this scenario, i kind of like LS!Sam walking in! because we completely know how ES!Dean would react here: he's a jealous ball of pure angst. because you're so right--if he doesn't know LS!Dean and LS!Sam are together, he's like !!!! holy shit !!!! bad !!!! drop him !!!! very much "what do you have in your mouth" to a misbehaving dog kind of energy. because like?? dude????? we've kept this shit on lock for 22 years so far. you broke in 10 more years!!! i'm going to kill you!! there's no WAY LS!Sam doesn't know you want to jump his bones!!!!
but LS!Sam?? ohohoho. he's kind of assumed so far that he must be immune to the special kind of jealous that's been eating ES!Sam and ES!Dean and LS!Dean up from the inside out. because he thinks it's kind of cute when LS!Dean makes ES!Sam flustered, and he likes that they're talking. he knows that his younger self is comforted by a dean--any dean--way more than LS!Sam could comfort him, so it's nice to know that LS!Dean is taking care of him.
but he walks in, and he sees that look on LS!Dean's face, the look that he only ever gives LS!Sam, and i think that's the first moment he really, truly internalizes that oh my god. there's a person in this room that dean could love more than me. and this boy is NOT used to not being dean's #1 priority At All Times.
for a split second (that's really a few minutes that lingers in his chest afterwards like getting the breath knocked out of you, let's not kid ourselves here, sam), sam is filled with pure, unfiltered, sickening jealousy. he hates ES!Sam for being something LS!Dean can love. he knows that he's not really All There anymore, and it must be so easy to love someone so untarnished. LS!Dean is looking at the damn kid like he hung the stars, like LS!Dean himself will tear them all down--and LS!Sam knows he will. he knows the lengths that LS!Dean will go through for ES!Sam, and he's so ungrateful because he doesn't even know. what does ES!Sam know about loving dean? he hasn't done anything like what LS!Sam has done. he hasn't chosen dean over and over and over again, even when dean hates him. he hasn't put in the work to make himself something worth loving.
and unlike the Deans, he knows it's not rational. he tries so hard to think his way through this one so it sounds less terrible than i'm so pissed my brother loves all versions of me.
and that's what eventually kicks him out of his stupor, looking at his younger self's face. he's fucking...radiant. LS!Sam knows exactly what that feels like. he never feels more powerful or known than when dean looks at him like that. he remembers falling in love over and over and over again every time dean makes him the center of his world with just a look.
he can't begrudge himself of having that.
so he backpedals, breathing hard, having to stare at the wall in the hallway for a long time, trying to reason his way out of this one. it's hard. it hurts.
and he realizes that LS!Dean and ES!Dean are completely right about trying to throttle each other every time they're in the same room for longer than a few seconds.
if sam has A Look like that, then yeah. perfectly rational.
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i hoped you liked! also!! i promise i was not ignoring this ask! my ass has been thoroughly kicked by the fic i just finished writing this month, and all of my free time went to finishing it up.
but now that it's done, i can finally start answering asks again! wahoo!
and WHAT??? HOLY SHIT?? i CANNOT believe you've been inspired by me?? i'm gonna cry?? THANK YOU!!!!!!!! <333
and you were totally correct! appreciation of your genius central!
-lizzy
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Well I need itachi hcs, right now. so how would he be in a relationship and what would his type be? So what does his girl have to have (can go on looks and character). If you don't accept it, that's fine, i still love you<3
itachi general headcanons
[🗼] itachi bb he has so much boyfriend material this wasn't enough
characters: itachi uchiha
genre: sfw
warnings: none, weird crow boy things; fem!reader
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-itachi my little meow meow. he is such a weird little guy hahah I love him so much
-the other day I was thinking why I like him so much, and I came to the conclusion that apart from his godly looks, he is such a kind and gentle person, always thinking of everyone, considering other people's feelings, and that his ultimate dream was being a malewife pfff that says a lot about him
-ok itachi observes everyone, literally no one goes unnoticed by him, but after he sees them, he doesn't pay too much attention to them anymore
-so a way to catch itachi's eye is by being somewhat different, having something that makes you stand out from the crowd. say you have a nice hair color, or you have a weird talent, or you are versatile lol
-but something that is even canon is that you have to talk to him, like my boy won't talk to you unless it's super necessary but otherwise he prefers not interacting with people lmaoo
-literally the reason shisui and itachi are besties is because shisui talked to him, like I imagine itachi not having any friends if shisui didn't approach him aaay no bby
-itachi appreciates someone who is a little more extrovert than him, he sometimes believes that opposites attract so he doesn't mind when he is with a more outgoing person
-he wouldn't settle for a naruto type of partner however, like he appreciates the extravagance but please stop you are overwhelming him,,,,
-so imagine you talked to him first and you and him slowly became friends, and soon lovers. because let's be honest, boy is popular with girls, but he won't even talk to a fly so he loves to death his little circle of friends, which includes you
-itachi enjoys your outgoing presence, I think he would like someone who has a sense of humor, deep down he does like some jokes, and also someone who has their feet on the ground; someone who cherishes peace–because that's his whole character at the end of the day–; and someone with realistic goals that would not only benefit them, but also other people,,, he is selfless, we have to recognize that
-i don't really think itachi would have body preferences on his girl, as long as you are taking care of yourself. let's remember that boy was always over his baby brother to make sure that he was okay, the last thing he wants for you is to stop taking care of yourself,,,
-if he senses any downfall, my boy will rush in to be there with you, making you food and even controlling your schedule so you can rest and get well <3
-he does enjoy taking care of you–that's in his nature–, but of course it would make him happier and prouder to see you loving you and looking after yourself
-BUT if he had the chance to be a little picky,, I think he is such a tits guy, like he really loves titties, he don't care if they are small or huge, boy just wants to hold some boobi
-and idk why but I also feel he would prefer a girl shorter than him, it could be that protective sense acting up,, but he feels he can protect you best if you are a little smaller than him
-however, itachi doesn't care entirely on your body–almost nothing I would dare to say–, but how you are and act is something important to him
-we know that itachi believes in not judging on people right away, so he would take his sweet time meeting you deeply so he can decipher what kind of person you are. but if from the beginning you act hostile and lie not only to others, but to yourself, then that's a bye from him, itachi can't stand people who don't recognize themselves [kabuto pfff]
-itachi doesn't believe in perfectness, so he doesn't seek that either on himself and on other people. he would accept you with your flaws and all, and if you can touch this man's heart once, he is yours forever <3
-itachi is such a patient, gentle, and selfless lover, always seeking your peace and comfort first
-he is such a gentleman agh im getting sick,,, the type of guy to open all the doors for you, pull your chair, carry your things. in a modern setup, he would always pull the car door for you, waiting for you to settle down and then closing it after; if you are walking on a sidewalk, he would pull you to the other side so he is on the side of the road aaaaa marry me
-the type of boyfriend to always give you a flower, like during your honeymoon phase, he always gifted you bouquets of your fav flowers, but then he didn't do as excessive but continued giving you a single rose or such mmm aaa
-he is the sweetest boyfriend there is, ok prepare for more hcs because he has such husband material stapp
-the kind of boyfriend to wear on his wrist one of your hair bands AYAY like he does it so nonchalantly it’s so hot mmm
-itachi is very supportive of your goals and activities, as long as they aren't potentially harmful. he will always voice his worries if he senses the sightliest of dangers, of course he is realistic all the time
-he enjoys so much seeing you perform those activities, he is so smitten looking at you all happy with yourself
-selfless king, if you are not feeling 100 one day, do not worry, your boyfriend itachi is there to make you all your meals, read to you, message your feet if you want, cuddle with you ayyy no I can't
-always watching over you, either if you are a ninja or not, he will always have a selected crow with you. you may have already noticed this and you even named the little crow
-when assigned to long missions away from the village, he has shisui looking for you at least three times a week. shisui reports to itachi with crows ahah weird guys
-best cooker because uhh duh itachi is good at everything. if you ask for something, he will do it for you and only you. he has a sweet tooth and if you do too, ay ay he found his soulmate
-he doesn't really like pda, all his touches and kisses are done inside privately with you only. when in crowded areas, he keeps his hand on the small of your back, or he might as well hold your hands. there aren't kisses, not even pecks sorry but baby is shy ok !! understand him plsss
-ohh but when you are in your house, or his, mmm itachi is all in and accepts all. he loves so much your cuddles and kisses, they brighten up his days always
-itachi gets so flustered from make out sessions at the beginning of your relationship it's so cute,,, he can't just keep up with you, he feels so hot he can't continue
-but after some time, he gets used to them and it is you now who is left breathless. WHICH happens often, because itachi is such a gentle yet rough kisser, pecking your lips so softly but also nibbling on your tongue and tasting the insides of your mouth with his own
-itachi also loves touching you, this part comes along with the kissing one because at the beginning he is also shy to even brush your hands, but thennn,,,, he loves putting his large hands on your waist and thighs
-and as I said, itachi loves holding your titties, especially when cuddling. he prefers putting his head on your breasts while you massage his scalp
-itachi is so touch starved. his love language is acts of service, but ohh he would melt with someone whose love language is physical affection
-when going out, itachi is such a young gentleman. helping you with your dress, your jewelry, and if you trust him that much, with your hair too. always kissing you–making out– right before going out, leaving you so hot and steamy gosh he knows damn well what he is doing I hate you itavhi please kiss me
-beautiful boyfriend. if being the prettiest man alive wasn't enough, being the best partner is
#itachi#itachi uchiha#uchiha itachi#itachi uchiha x reader#itachi x reader#itachi x you#itachi uchiha x you#naruto
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ohoho time to cry
Llama reads TRC: Chapters 1-10 of The Dream Thieves
Prologue
Reminder that I’ve been spoiled on some things from this series
OHHH so that’s how he gets the keys
It’s so sad to see how quickly Ronan fell apart after his dad died :(
Chapter 1
Well that’s one way to open a chapter !!
“Don’t feminists have big muscles?” Gansey.
Ik Blue is gonna end up with Gansey eventually but seeing her fight so hard to love Adam is so :(((
Maybe I’m being presumptuous cuz I still haven’t finished the series but I think it’s messed up how Adam literally loses everything and he doesn’t even get the girl he likes :(
“Good thinking, maggot.” 😭????
NOAH
Sorry Noah can literally do anything and I’ll be screaming and crying I literally love him
Chapter 2
Declan ??? Oh my God is he gonna be the in between chapters
WHO THE HELL IS THE GRAY MAN
Me when I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the gray man
what the hell is the Greywaren
Uh oh
Chapter 3
Ronan why do you know what gasoline tastes like
Ooo a man made lake,,, my brain is making theories perhaps
It seems like Ronan is a bit?? Salty?? about Adam waking up the ley line
Kavinsky?? Wait wasn’t this guy mentioned in the first book? Oh god is he gonna be reoccurring
“Him! He’s not a dirtbag. He’s an a-hole.” ok Blue !! Slay!!
Chapter 4
Ok so obviously this guy was hired to find some kind of relic that lets people take things from dreams,,,
So this guy is looking for whatever Ronan has. Although I don’t think Ronan has a relic that lets him do what he does.
DOES THAT MEAN RONAN IS THE RELIC?
I’m not being insane here right. That’s like a reasonable theory
Chapter 5
I absolutely love the descriptions in Ronan’s chapters, especially about his dreams ough
Ooo weird dream box ok
Loving the way Gansey and Ronan talk to each other it’s so funny to me
Chapter 6
Am I mean for thinking Orla is annoying. Idk I just really don’t like her
Blue is barely five feet tall,,, she really is just like me fr,,,
Blue :(
Blue is so relatable to me I love her
OK OMG Idk if it’s just me but the “it’s a wizard in a box.” “It will do your homework,” “And it’s been dating your girlfriend,” “Are you all drunk?” really reminds me of the “What’s the best way to steal a man’s wallet?” bit from Six of Crows. More evidence that the crows and gangsey (that’s what they’re called right?) would be best friends
See are you guys picking up what I’m putting down
What does Ronan know that the others don’t,,,
Blue once again slaying
Ew Kavinsky
what. what. wait. Am I being insane or does Kavinsky have the same powers as Ronan does. What.
“Is this how Noah feels?” WHA TIF I THREW U P
Chapter 7
oh THIS GUY AGAIN
oh ok that’s not ominous whatsoever
him?? please don’t tell me that means Gansey uh oh
Wait no because Gansey wouldn’t terrorize old ladies
Kavinsky ?? Maybe??
Oh so the Gray Man has a backstory,,
Chapter 8
oh God Adam chapter brace yourselves
“It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish’s nothing” cmon we barely started the chapter :((((
Adam actually loves Blue sm I’m gonna cry
“What do you want, Adam?” “To feel awake when my eyes are open.” DAMN. WOW. OK damn I. Alright. I need a minute wow.
OK we’re back
“This was easier when we didn’t know each other” please stop my heart can only take so much <3
DO NOT KISS. DONT
BLUE. PLEASE JUST TELL HIM
PLEASE
THIS PART
OW???
“No more. Please, I can’t take any more.” Tears in my eyes Adam Parrish please spare me
OH??
YEAHHH SOMETHING HAPPY FOR ADAM FINALLY
“I don’t want your pity.” Uh oh
UH OH
ADAM
Blue is once again slaying but I’m a little concerned about Adam bc WHAT
“Was this what he fought every time he remembered I existed?” I have some very choice words for Maggie Stiefvater rn 😁 /lhj
wwwwhat
what’s happening to Adam I’m concerned for this boy
I need a shirt that says “I survived chapter 8 of The Dream Thieves” good lord
Chapter 9
Ofc they’re loitering bc they’re bored
Just silly guys doing silly things
It’s on page 69 too
Ronan. Ronan are you ok
CRYING AT THIS??
NOAH MY BELOVED
I LOVE HIM
“‘Glitter,’ whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.” I’m so emotional about Noah Czerny I need a minute
I’m not gonna survive when Something happens to him oh God
IT WAS RONAN WHO HELPED ADAM
aw
WHAT
NOAH
Ronan is still mad at Gansey for,,, holding nothing against Adam?? Or treating him the same?? Not sure why Ronan’s so upset yet still helps Adam out,,,
OH?? WHAT DOES NOAH KNOW??
“It’s not my job to tell other people’s secrets.” uhhh this surely can’t end well
Chapter 10
how big is this map
“I’m not dating now.” “Except for Glendower” pffft
HAHAH
I love how Adam and Gansey are having this serious conversation meanwhile Ronan literally throws Noah out the window
I love them
Cue that one “he pushed me down the stairs!” meme
Ok so clearly a lot is happening and I have. Many thoughts. BUT. I’m ngl I’ve had this post in my drafts for a while and I’m way farther than chapter 10 but it’s kinda annoying to have to update for every chapter,,, SO
I’m still gonna update, but more of my thoughts are gonna be theories kinda and not in these super huge posts!! I’m still trying to figure out how to live-blog this series without ruining my reading experience so stay tuned 👍
#the raven cycle#the dream thieves#blue sargent#richard gansey#adam parrish#ronan lynch#noah czerny#llama reads trc#constellama talks
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RATING ROR CHARACTERS (my personal opinion)
(from anime and manga) !!SPOILERS!!
GUYS MY SPELLING AND GRAMMAR SUCK NO JUDGING RN IM WRITING THIS AT 1 AM
HUMAN SIDE
Brunhilde: 9/10 shes funny i like her and her character, esp when she had to like hide her feelings and stuff rlly hit deep
Göll: -0/10 shes like paimon 2.0 her voice is really annoying stfu
Lu Bu: 7/10 he was kinda scary looking when i first saw him and he still is but hes kinda cool
Adam: 9/10 love him for being a supportive husband yk but omg when he died it was so sad
Raiden: 7/10 didnt like him at first, but he grew on me
Jack the ripper: -0/10 ☠️
Nikolai Tesla: 10/10 I LOVE HIM HES SO FUNNY AJAJJAGJANGJNRJGAUGNUNIG i love his personality and his face hes cute
Buddha: 7/10 I have no big opinion on him, hes cool yk
Qin Shi Huang: 10/10 dude, when i first saw him in the manga i was like damn im smelling a whole fruit bowl here BUT I LITERALLY LOVE HIM CUS HIS CHARACTER DESIGN IS SO COOL
Gods:
Thor: 6/10 his like character design is so like anime?? idk how to explain?? it just like not my tastes yk
Zeus: 7/10 HES SO SILLY AND WACK HE LOOKS LIKE A DRIED UP RAISIN
Poseidon: 10000/10 smash dude hes so hot LIKE HELLO WHY AM I LIKE KICKING MY FEET WATCHING HIM hes probably like my fav character yk maybe below shiva tho
Shiva: 1000/10 I literally watched the show bc my friend showed me a clip of him and i was like holy shit augbnjgbaunjguawnogutuaojwbu I LOVE HIS CHARACTER HE HAS A FUNNY PERSONALITY but like fr he lowkey got nerfed also dude him and that other guy i think his name was like rudva dude like i smell a whole fruit bowl right there
Zerofuku 8/10: His backstory WAS SO SAD UGHHHHH but i lub him hes so skrunkle
Hades: 1000/10 LOVE HIM SM TOO WAS SO SAD HE GOT ELIMINATED CUS I LOVED HIM CUS HE JUST WANTED TO AVENGE HIS BROTHER N STUFF but like his character design first shocked me cus like yk hades?? but its ok i forgive my little skrunkle poo
Beelzebub: 1000/10 Also one of my faves i think his like staff and power stuff is mad wicked
NON FIGHTERS
Odin: 5/10 hes ok his hair looks like a sofa though HIS CROWS R FUNNY THOUGH
Loki: 6/10 hes ok hes mad weird tho w the faces he makes n stuff like ummm
Adamas: 3/10 why he give me the epper jeepers
Ares: 1000/10 best character he was so funny everyone else was boring compared to him
Aphrodite: 0/10 im sorry but literally what was the point of her character other than being sexualized for having big boobs ☠️ deadass luv aphrodite in greek mythology could have had sm potential but literally hate her
THE GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE HES FROM BLACK BUTLER 7/10: HES OK HES KINDA HOT YK BUT I FORGOT HIS NAME LMFAOOO
#ror#record of ragnorak#mantitties#imgay#loki ragnarok#beelzebub ror#beelzebub#hades ror#buddha ror#posideon ror#shiva ror#shuumatsu no valkyrie#i like degrading people
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These passages from to the veils of sleep for the DVD commentary :)) sorry I couldn’t choose lol
hello birdie! 👋👋
shjfdsfgdhf don't worry about it. i remember writing this fic in like insomnia fueled sadness so i am soooo sorry if the commentary is lacking but a big part of writing this was just. they are in love. they are DYING. but they have EACH OTHER. isn't it INSANEEE. so, you know! normal stuff! 😭😭😭
Dean watches him as he wheezes, moans. Quiets a little. His eyes grow slightly unfocused.
It hurts to look at him.
Dean keeps looking anyway.
like this first line is entirely about that. dean's seeing the love of his life die and HE KNOWS IT. and he knows there's nothing he can do to stop it. it hurts because there are the signs that cas is in pain. it hurts because cas can't save him, and cas tried to once, and he failed, and despite everything dean is still mad about that too. he's mad at himself for being cruel and he's mad at cas for failing and watching cas like this is both heart breaking and infuriating and he's DYING but he's not dead yet. he's still here and he keeps looking at cas, and he keeps poking at this hurt that's inside him, that's more than all these wounds that are killing him. ( dont ask me why he has wounds killing him in endverse idk.)
but the thing about dean is like. he cannot look away from cas. that's like the thesis statement of endverse destiel to me. there are so many terrible, intense, and powerful emotions these two feel for each other, and they are bad often, and they would be better off without each other but they just. they can't let go. they cannot stop touching each other. they can't stop poking at the other's wounds. they can't stop looking at each other. you know?
An angel who smote demons with a thought, reduced to the indignities of mortality by his calloused, human hands. Dean's done a lot of fucked up shit in his life but this — this takes the cake. When he's back on the racks in Hell this time, and for good, he'll deserve ever fucking second of it.
because im me, and because i cannot make dean really mean fr, and also im just bad at doing that, the anger that dean carries kind of distills into this heavy guilt and regret. which is also like a very real thing dean feels tbf. it's just that it usually manifests in anger for him. but he's dying. he's physically motionless. and he's looking at cas dying. and we're in his head and he's all about that self-flagellation in there.
There on his lashes is a tear.
Dean looks at it — a little universe on the edge of Cas' lashes. It's silver and blue, and Dean wishes he was in it.
you're gonna find cas tears/dean looking at cas tears in all of my fics because i came out of the womb with something wrong in my brain fr. it's just that. i love it when i get to describe tears because they're basically so beautiful to imagine as a singular thing? they're like dewdrops, but they are from your person. and they come from your eyes. which are also super fun to decribe. you have the lip of your eyelids. you have your eyelashes. the skin at the corner of your eyes. crow's feet. the way the tears change the way your eyes look. the colour of them. the EMOTION. so you know. that. also. i just love that dean pays enough attention to cas' eyes that he catches these things. in this fic specifically, EVEN WHEN HE'S LITERALLY FADING OUT OF LIFE, he's looking at cas' eyes. looking at them as they close. looking at the little tear that's inconsequential bc he's bloody and it's probably just an involuntary physical response anyway. looking at it and seeing a world there and he wants to live there, in this little world on cas' eyelashes YOU UNDERSTAND?????
He wonders if it would matter.
Once, when things hadn't been so bad, Cas would talk to him about these things — Timelines and multiverses and the effect of the flapping of a single butterfly's wings. He bets Cas would know what would happen if the other Dean made a different choice this time around.
He bets he would know if it would matter.
Then, the tear rolls down Cas' cheek, across his nose. Falls to the ground in a bloody splash.
It's all — it's too much. It's overhwhelming.
again, like ik sam isn't here but discounting the things he said to dean before he killed him and the effect they might have on dean in his last moments is kind of not right. i know i don't really dwell on it too much here, but it is essentially the regrets of a lifetime catching up to dean in this moment, and he's not sure if there was another way, he's not sure what he could have done differently, and he's not sure if it would matter at all because lucifer just told him that no matter what choices he makes he would end up where he did.
and like. okay. this is a little fun thing to think about. but i do think cas is something of a safe space for dean. like when bad thinks happen, his thoughts inadvertently just turn towards cas. i do think this just made things worse in endverse proper because there's too much resentment there but in THIS VERSION of it, i think dean still draws some semblance of comfort from his presence and their shared past, and that's really all this moment is about. dean's looking at cas and he's thinking, the angel he once was, when things were simple, that angel could have given him answers but that angel is not here, and his little lovely world sitting on his lashes is falling into a bloody puddle of that ex-angel's blood and what is DEAN SUPPOSED TO DO????
"Lo—look at me, man."
but ask for this.
"Pl—Ple-ase, Cas," he begs.
beg for it, even.
"Hey there, Cas," Dean says. Tries to smile. The skin across his bones stretches painfully.
Cas' face softens, then. Something that mirrors Dean's own smile carves itself into his bloody cheeks. There's something old, and quiet and familiar about the shift. "Hello, Dean," he says, and Dean's heart lurches.
There you are, he thinks. There's my Cas.
LIKE. like. they're. they're still them you know??????? they've done things to each other that they can't come back from. but it's STILL THEM. and cas is dean's. and dean is his. and he just. and this is just a moment where everything is over, and it's still true. and dean's not sure if it's a blessing or a curse because atleast there is this. but also. there's everything else and he hasn't forgotten it. it's this push and pull between this burst of joy and this weight of regret, and the well of grief. it's just. a sad, loaded moment.
"Do what you wa-nt, ass-hole," he says. "For-Forgive me for try-ing, I guess."
"No," Cas says. Heaves himself closer, still. "I won't. It's all too late."
Yeah, okay.
It is.
It really is too damn late.
ngl i dont like the way i formatted this lmao. like i could've just said his voice was breaking??? idiot behaviour. i do that a lot. also not a fan of how the next couple of paragraphs go. like action-wise. i don't really know how i'd edit them yet, so i haven't. i've just sort of left them like that. but yeah.
ANYWAY. REGRET BOY.
also just getting into the cas side of it a little bit. i didn't spend nearly enough time on this fic to get into cas' brain a lot. (but also i do think it was for the best because i do do my best when im going off vibes and feelings my feelings rather than when i intellectualize what im writing and then i start getting bogged down by the details and i kill myself creatively.) but there are these parts of cas that do come through. and it's essentially kind of a mirror to dean's feelings. a lot of what cas feels is shame and it comes out as anger, and even in his last moments, he's not entirely able to let it go. which. he's valid for it like would YOU? i dont even know dean winchester and i still wanna kill him on the daily lol. but he also can't let dean go right. so there's all this shame about it. but also all these emotionally potent feelings of love and whatnot. and this is him drawing the line in the sand kind of. i love you. i can't forgive you. i hate you for it. i need you anyway. i hate myself for it. i should leave you. im pulling myself closer to you. etc.,
"I hate you," Cas says. Wheezes, really. "But I—," and Dean thinks Don't. Don't say the word. " I guess— Guess I needed you, too."
when they love each other so much they are literally using their dying breaths to be near each other but there is too much bad blood between them and that word is a curse now really because what the fuck does it mean that they love each other but chose to do the things they did to each other anyway. what does it mean that that love was not enough, even if it was the reason behind their every breath. how do you say it, knowing it doomed you, but feeling that guilty shameful joy that it atleast doomed you together???
the destiel answer: YOU DON'T.
literally my favorite thing is when they can't say it. lol stupid. insane. idiots. amazing i am obsessed with them.
Dean's relieved when Cas borrows his words. His arm's pinned between their bodies but he wiggles his fingers until he's got a fistful of Cas' shirt in his hands.
and this last line. is just. it's that desperate need to be with each other despite everything. like cas has likely broken dean's ribs in the moment before this. dean is actively dying. cas is making it worse and more painful. he could easily roll off dean tho and dean can't let it happen so he's wringgling the fingers of his trapped hand and fisting cas' shirt in it because he is sane and normal and i am okay i did not cry writing this no i did not this is just what healthy people think about.
and that's all she wrote.
or whatever sjkdfhdjkfhgjkfhgjfdkgh
like the thing with a lot of my writing is it is straight fluff, even when it's angsty. im not very good at conceptualizing conflict or writing it because im like. just talk about it like damn. and endverse is usually just a very tense and high conflict setting for these characters. i didn't plan on ever writing endverse honestly. but i think id just watched eeaao, and i was thinking about alt universes, and i decided to just do something that was more in my wheelhouse wrt to character interactions? for the longest time i did fully dislike this fic but i recently reread it and i think it 's pretty decent all things considered. especially because it does manage to channel a good chunk of canon characterization into my softer versions of these men .
#thank you soooo much for this ask aaahhh!!!!#sorry this also got longer than i thought it would lmao apparently i have stuff to say about fics ive written?? this is news to me.#anyway. here's the endverse as it is in my head#doe's inbox#ask game#dvd commentary
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Never bump into strangers
Paring - illumi x reader
Summary - You got to a BDSM club with your friend and meet this weird ass guy that to hooks up with you.
Tw(s) - sexual content, cussing, very kinky, shit sounds like rape but I promise it’s lot
AN - idk I just wanted to write about illumi and a bdsm club lmao
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If you didn’t love the fuck out of your friend you would have came. Watching as your friend was drunk dancing with this strange man in the crowed and you were just sitting there…very awkwardly. You’ve never been to a bdsm club so when your friend suggested it you of course turned it down and said “it’s not my kinda thing” but when she told you she didn’t like clubbing alone while forcing you into the car you just went with it. So now you were sitting her lonely tipsy and horny. You were ashamed to admit watching all these people tease each other was kinda a turn on. So now you were stuck between two options leave and solve the problem or stay with your friend and suffer…and of course you choose to leave and take care of your needs. So you got out of your seat and started making your way to your friend to tell her you were about to leave so she wouldn’t get worried.
“Damn this place is packed” you whispered to yourself. “Maybe I should just call-“ you stopped thinking mid sentence when you felt yourself lose your balance. You grabbed on your the nearest thing with happened to be what felt like a…a long strand of hair? Once you got your balance you were already preparing your “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too” speech but before you could you felt something grab your arm in an iron grip. You looked up to see a man with big very very bug eyes staring down at you with this monotone look.
“What are you doing?“ you starred trying to process what he was saying but with all the flashing light, loud music and iron grip on your arm all your could do was reach for your arm and try to get loose. That only lasted about 2.5 seconds before you felt him pulling you off somewhere. You tried to get free tell him to let go but it didn’t work and by the time you felt his grip loosen you felt you body being slung into a closet? You were so confused and the tequila in your system really wasn’t helping.
You scrambled to your feet when you heard the loud slam of a door and what sounded like the lock turning.
“I asked what you were doing” the calm deep voice asked as he grabbed a grip of your hair yanking you back down to your knees. You let out a yelp from not only the pain but the shock of it all. You opened your eyes which you had forgot you shut when you realized it was pitch black. You couldn’t see a damn thing! You heard an irritated grunt come from above you as a cold hand slithered around your neck. “So not going to answer I see. Oh well it can’t be helped.” You we’re flip on you back. “Ouch! What the fuck are you doing.” He pinned your arm by your sides and glanced at you “so you can speak…I hope you don’t mind if I use you for a bit. I was out there about to get some play” He nugged his head towards the door “but…you interrupted that. I’m actually quite pissed about it she promised the best blowjob of my life.” He started moving his hand lower to grope at your boobs. “Stop you creep!” You started to squirm around in his grip
“Why are you making this difficult? Are you not here to have hook up with someone?” You looked up at where you thought the man was and just started he’s sexual assaulting you and has the never to ask why you making this difficult!
“I can smell it you know” he pointed a finger to his noise and continued groping at you boobs “I have a very sensitive nose and can smell even the most tiniest scents. I know you want it” He said quite happily as if he wasn’t touching you without consent. “THAT WAS THERE BEFORE YOU GOT HERE! Get off!” You struggled against his hold even more now “Why fight me if I’m helping you? It’s a win win for us both” … silents fell over the both of you as you both starred into the darkness of the room. “He’s not wrong” you thought to yourself “you were in desperate need and a plastic dildo just wasn’t cutting it anymore. You felt his hand wonder lower and wrap you thighs around his slim waist. “I’ll be gentle ok” you didn’t have time to respond before you felt his lips smash against your. It was slow and tender but not loving or caring you tried opening your mouth for air when you felt his wet slimy tongue into you mouth. You bit down in his tongue hard enough to draw blood and he pulled back immediately.
Trying your hardest to catch your breath and recover from the kiss when you felt his hand snake back around you neck and one around your thigh before pulleying you back into the kiss this time a lot rougher.
He began grinding his hips in a fast and rough motion. He slipped his hand down towards your pants and unbuttoned them swiftly removing them in the process. Left in nothing but your top and a pair of underwear the cold air began to hit you, but the chills went right away when you felt something rock hard touch your underwear. “When did he even take off his pants” you thought.
He moved your underwear to the side and spit on his finger before rubbing the inside to get you even more slicker. “I now what I said earlier but I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.” You heart drop and you began to panic as he forcefully shoved himself inside. It was big a very painfully stretch. You repeated the words wait several times before he could get even half way in. Finally fully seated inside he began to move his hips. You curled your toes in pain and pleasure as he bottomed out inside. The song that was playing was fast and a very loud bass . The faster the music got the faster he got. Your yelps and screams could only be heard yourself and him with how loud the music was. The hand that was on your neck moved up to your mouth to muffle your screams a bit. Tears rolled down your checks as you grabbed onto his back and left red marks all over. Everything felt so good but hurt so much you’ve never experienced anything like this. You hadn’t even realized that you had cum your brain was so scrambled.
“Damn.” You heard him grunt before he gripped your throat as tight as humanly possible and let out a creamy substance that filled your insides.
You were a panting mess trying to catch you breath as best you could wanting to do nothing than sleep. Mean while the figure above you was acting like he just took a walk in the park and didn’t just take you to pound town for the last 20 minutes. You cervix was crying out in pain you pretty sure you were going to see a doctor to make sure everything was alright.
Finally he pulled letting all of his cum drip on the floor. He stood and some how his pants were back on. “Thank you” his said rather cheerfully and walk out the door without giving you a second look.
#chrollo x reader#chrollo headcanons#chrollo x y/n#chrollo hunter x hunter#commission#illumi headcanons#illumi x reader#illumi hunter x hunter#illumi x y/n#hisoka headcanons
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mistakes we knew we were making | knj
young, careless, and in love. that's how mistakes are made.
✨ title: mistakes we knew we were making | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader
✨ word count: 1.9k | ✨ rating: pg-13
✨ genre/au: slice of life, marriage!au, failed marriage, divorce!au, exes!au, angst, romance
✨ warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption
✨ song: as the crow flies by clare bowen & sam palladio
✨ a/n: this is just a small little one-shot for joonie’s birthday. i’m a sucker for romance and angst? idk why lol. this probably isn’t the best thing i’ve written but i wanted to get something out for my joonie’s birthday. also, thank you to @cherrysoulth for being my beta and always being so encouraging with your cute little comments. ily.
Kim Namjoon.
It's easy to fall in love with him. He's smart, witty, handsome, and also a complete dork. Who wouldn't fall for him? They'd be a fool not to.
He practically swept you off your feet with his words. It didn't take much to notice him amongst his group of friends. You could tell he was different - in a good way, and you were right.
After several late-night talks into the wee hours of the morning, you discover the uncanny similarities between the pair of you - both idealistic, which became a bad thing. The two of you were constantly amused by daydreams, egging each other on without actually putting yourselves to good use and making your dreams happen.
Emotions ran deep for you and him. While he was good at expressing and communicating everything he felt, it was the complete opposite for you. He never liked how you shut him out, keeping him at bay from your emotions and thoughts.
Namjoon was brilliant, sometimes too brilliant, which intimidated you, and at times, you felt he was too good for you. You were brilliant and impressive in other ways, too; that's how the pair of you fit together so well.
He also had a way with words. His use of language made you marvel with heart eyes whenever he spoke. You could sit there and listen to him ramble on and on about humanity, injustices happening around the world, or a new random obsession he came to adore. So, in your eyes, he could do no wrong.
Twenty-one years old, and the pair of you were fools. Fools, so in love - coming up with ridiculous ideas, leading to spontaneous trips, insane, passionate sex, and heated arguments. But all these things made you love Namjoon and want to continue on this path of romance and destruction.
"We should get married," Namjoon casually suggested while the two of you were at breakfast, almost choking on your buttered toast.
"What did you just say?" You needed confirmation to make sure you didn't hear things. The two of you joked here and there, calling each other hubby and wifey for the hell of it, but you didn't think he was legit thinking about actually getting married.
Some of you found it thrilling and exciting, and you looked at your ring finger for a split second. You loved the thought of being claimed by Kim Namjoon - that you were his and no one else's.
He put down his fork and intently looked into your eyes, "Let's do it. I love you, and you love me. Easy peasy, pumpkin squeezy." Namjoon grabbed his fork again, chewing down his toast and a piece of bacon.
You stared at him blankly. Actually, no, it's probably not that easy. There were a lot of things one needed to do if one wanted to get married - like a marriage license. You were practical, and Namjoon was not.
"You're kidding me, right?"
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "Does it look like I'm kidding, wifey?"
You let out a sigh. Whenever Namjoon set his mind on something, he wouldn't let it go, no matter how outrageous the idea was.
"What about our taxes?"
He laughed. "You're worried about how we're going to file taxes?"
You scoffed, "Well, one of us has to be realistic right now because I think you've had one too many bottomless mimosas today."
One too many mimosas later, and the pair of you found yourself down at city hall, signing your marriage license. Since this was so last minute, you returned to the restaurant to grab the hostess who was getting off work to be your witness at your civil ceremony. Confused as hell, but she also wanted to see whether the two of you would last, so she agreed to this insane scheme.
The two of you looked pretty decent for your last-minute wedding. Namjoon looked dapper in his dark blue sweater and black dress pants while you were in a white sundress. The hostess, Lana, picked up a bouquet from the random guy on the street corner and, in addition, grabbed two ring pops on the way before catching up to the pair of you.
It was perfect.
…until it wasn't.
"I don't see the same person I loved when I look at you anymore," Namjoon said with sadness.
Your bags were packed and ready to go—three years of marriage down the drain. And you didn't want to say it, but were these years wasted?
"That's because I'm not the same stupid 21-year-old girl you once knew. I've grown up Namjoon, and so should you. We can't keep living in dreams that never come true."
Life took a turn, and somehow you ended up in New York City, where Namjoon was rumored to be. You didn't keep up with him after the two of you separated. Why would you? You deleted all your socials and had a new circle of friends, and there was no need to know about his life other than that you heard he remarried shortly after the two of you were officially divorced.
It was not surprising at all. He was always the romantic in your relationship, and you figured he was still young. He should get remarried, and you had hoped the next person would be everything he dreamed of and more.
But every now and again, you'd be reminded of Namjoon. There was no escaping him, whether it was a book you think he'd like, or an ad for a new art exhibit rolling into town - a part of him continued to linger throughout the years you were without him.
When your boss threw a launch party for their newest book, you had no choice but to attend, you were their latest editor, so you needed to make your rounds and kiss up to people.
The newest book titled 'Mistakes We Knew We Were Making' by RM was all the rage for the autobiographical fiction genre - a masterpiece, some would say. You didn't have a chance to read it yet, but it was on your list.
Your heart dropped when you walked in, seeing Kim Namjoon chatting with your boss. He looked up and caught your eye, and you being you, quickly darted amongst the crowd.
When you found an empty hallway to simmer down, the breath you were holding in was finally released, but it wasn't long before you heard someone calling for you. "Ah, there you are! Come on! You need to meet the author."
You flashed a thin smile to your boss. You'd be okay. It was just Kim Namjoon, your ex-husband. No biggie. You had no idea why he was here, but you were sure you'd find out sooner or later.
Immediately, your eyes spotted Namjoon amidst the crowd; it was hard not to notice him when he was practically a foot taller than the sea of women surrounding him. And, of course, he was as gorgeous as ever - his chest virtually swelling underneath the black turtleneck he was sporting, and his hair, god, his hair. It was at your favorite length - long enough to tug and pull while–
Okay, no–stop thinking about your ex-husband and yourself in compromising positions.
Your boss continued beelining her way towards Namjoon while you followed closely behind.
No.
No.
He can't–he can't be the author, could he? RM? Was it a pen name? Is this what he was up to all these years? Did he finally make his dreams come true?
With Namjoon's dimpled chuckle charming the panties off of the women around him, he looked up at your boss when she made her way through the sea of women clawing at a piece of him. Elena, your boss, stepped aside to introduce you to who you assumed was the author of the hour.
Were you hoping he was just an acquaintance of your boss? Perhaps.
Well, only because you knew if he was, in fact, RM, the author, the publishing company would continue to work with him if he produced more manuscripts.
Namjoon smiled, dimly letting your name roll off his tongue, which made your boss narrow her eyes, taking a second look at the two of you.
"Do you two know each other? Elena asked with curiosity laced in her tone.
"We…uh, go way back," you answered vaguely, without going into further detail. You were sure Elena would ask later to get the full scoop on you and her new author.
Namjoon leaned in. "It's good to see you, baby," he whispered smugly.
You shook your head. His arrogance was also another thing that got him into trouble.
As the night continued, you did your best to mingle and stay clear of Namjoon. You knew you'd have to talk to him at some point, but did it have to be at your company's party?
"So, how's your wife?" You asked when he sat next to you at the bar counter, and you wanted to get that question out early to set your boundaries in case he had any ideas.
Namjoon chuckled, "Divorced."
"Guess you couldn't keep her satisfied either," you teased, waving the bartender down and placing your and Namjoon's drink order with him.
Namjoon was fantastic in bed, so you were sure that wasn't the issue.
He shook his head, "No, that wasn't it."
"Oh?" You questioned, wondering what happened between the two but didn't want to pry. It was none of your business.
Again, Namjoon knew how you functioned, and you weren't going to ask, so he wanted to tell you instead. "She wasn't you," he said casually before thanking the bartender for his drink.
It was hard suppressing the smile creeping up. He always knew the right things to say, but this time, you didn't know if he was genuine or not. "Wasn't me, huh? Joonie, we were disastrous together."
He didn't deny your claim because it was mostly true. But to him, that's what made him feel alive. He missed the daydreams and adventures, the unknowns of the future - and life with his most recent ex-wife became boring, ordinary, predictable. To be honest, he couldn't stop thinking about you and where the two of you would be today if you had stayed together.
After taking a sip of your cocktail and swirling it around in your glass, you turned to Namjoon, your knees slightly brushing against his side. "Do you think we would have found each other in an alternate timeline?" You asked while continuing to swivel on the bar stool.
He quickly peered in your direction, smiling at the drink before him, mimicking you by swirling his glass around, shifting his position so his knees were now brushing against yours., "I don't know, maybe?"
Namjoon knew how much you loved entertaining the thought of different timelines and alternate universes - the what-ifs, the maybes, the what could have been. He was amused that it was still your thing after all these years.
"Do you think we would have made the same mistakes?" You asked, tapping the side of your glass, unsure of why you even asked in the first place. It's not like you were looking for an answer.
Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his whiskey, grimacing at the last drops sliding down his throat. He stood up, and you assumed he didn't want to have this conversation with you anymore, and you'd completely understand if he didn't. It's hard rehashing the past.
You looked at him with a thin smile, letting him know that it was okay if he wanted to leave. You didn't need an answer, and it was just nice being in his presence again.
He placed his hand on the back of your stool, leaning in. "In whatever timeline or universe we're in, I'd choose to keep making the same mistakes if it meant crossing paths with you."
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hellooooooo. i hope ur good! i listened to ur actor steve playlist u made and i thought it was interesting! it was my first time listening to them and they had a very unique sound, or at least, it was pretty different from what i usually listen to! i think i liked no children best, and i added it to my playlists! i liked in the age of kings as well, at least, for steve and beadie, it felt like a nice song for them, certainly that steve would feel when beadie finally trusts him a bit past out of control actor diva looking for an easy time. i know you said it as a joke, but i genuinely thought about which wife no children could be about, and idk, the "out of this town" and the "hand in unlovable hand" and lying all felt like very good first wife from his hometown material. especially first wife who moved with him to LA and then shit really broke down for them as drugs alcohol and affairs started entering the picture (i don't remember if there is lore that goes against this my bad if it does!) also, lmao idk why, i put myself in the first wife's shoes, like just me as the first mrs harrington, and idk why, i got a real sense of terrible loneliness coming from the movie screen. i know it might not actually be a thing, but i suddenly sort of want her and steve to see each other again, maybe lots of years later, when beady and steve have like, kids and shit, and i/she is married to a sensible, not actor guy, just like, engineer, whose stable and practical, and they somehow bump into each other at like, a totally mundane space, like the grocery store or something, and they meet for like a minute, just like pleasantries nothing crazy, and she feels the calmness that wasn't there when they were young, and is just like, "you feel good, steven" and he just sort of cracks a real grin and is like, "yeah i guess i do", and just like, idk, they find a real solace for each other. maybe steve's kid comes back from putting the shopping cart away or maybe the permanent husband brings the car back around, and you look back once, looking at each other's greay hairs, and wrinkles and sunspots and crow's feet, and you both just feel a release. i just think that would be neat. i am going to go be insane about this somewhere else, apologies for the crazy length, hope you have a nice weekend friend <3 love ya!
Sanjana the way whenever you appear in my inbox I know I’m going to be FED, I’ve been meditating on the who’s the no children wife thing for the last however many hours and I think you’ve honestly got it bullseye. Because there’s nothing like that tumult of being in a new shiny place with someone then it all just kind of EXPLODING on you— and I love the idea of mrs harrington the first and steve coming across each other later in life (especially because I think a lot of Steve’s films get lost in this vault fire I’m basing off the 1937 fox vault fire), both of them relatively obscure versions of the people they married but still able to!!! Recognise!!! What!!! Happiness!!! Looks!!! Like!!! HOOF IT INTO ME. Love u pal, have a beautiful weekend 💕
Also to edit so glad you enjoyed the mountain goats too, John Darnielle is just a great Guy to listen to Talk
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Hello! Thank you for making the best known fics about Shisui! Reading your tidbits of amusing author notes and writings about him are both appreciated, since shisui-centric fics are really hard to find. I'm thinking of making fanart, but what does your Shisui look like in Until Dawn Breaks? I don't want my interpretation to be wrong, but also want to see how you, as the creator, envisioned him. Also hope you have a good day~
Thank you! 🥰
(You know I just don't learn to save my rants and then boom! They get eaten by Tumblr and I have a trantrum and you guys end up with an unhinged answer instead of the lovely first draft 🤣)
ANYWAY 🙃
Thank you, Anon! This was absolutely lovely to hear(read?) After a long Monday and I'm really happy you're enjoying my fics!
For someone who's been described as overly wordy, my descriptions are - ironically - not usually that helpful but I'll try. I'll also try not to get too carried away but, well, this is draft answer number two so it's already going to be unhinged
SHISUI HIMSELF:
Hot. He's just really hot okay. He's not perfect but he's one of those people who are just effortlessly, really naturally beautiful? Distressingly attractive. If Itachi takes after his mother and looks like a painting of a cresent moon brought to life, Shisui is the Sun. THE SUN
Dimples. One in each cheek, so deep that they're visible when he talks. They hurt my feelings.
He's got a cool undertone in his skin and he's golden in the sun. Shisui IS the sun. This is a very important theme ok lmao
He has a good nose (not a button, not too sharp, not one of those straight line cop-outs, we don't fear noses here), squarer but sharp jawline, flatter thick brows, high cheekbones. Sculpted but very much like "that is one nice guy" than "inhuman statue"
His eyes are as dark as you can naturally get and his hair is the same, no blue tints or anything. Shorter cut on the sides (if he caught a curl in his headband...rip) with angel curls on top (please don't give him a footballers undercut tho 🤣 he doesn't deserve that punishment).
The biggest most beautiful liquid eyes. You know how some guys have the most unfair lashes and you just seethe in resentment? Shisui cripples egos on the daily without realising.
He gets those little 'eye whiskers'/crows feet around his eyes when he grins really hard. Are you getting the picture that he's devastating. I think he deserves this after the shitshow of canon tbh.
He's 6ft. (There's a reason I cba for now)
More built than you'd think for "fast as fuck". He's built like a sprinter, so "characterized by a muscular build with a high percentage of fast-twitch muscle fibers, allowing for explosive power, speed, and quick reaction times." Think a bit slighter than Usain Bolt.
As of NoT, Shisui wears his mother's Uzushio earrings 24/7. Single lobe piercing, an engraved silver bell hangs from each silver hoop.
As of UDB, Shisui has white sealwork around his eyes. Think:
OUTFITS
JOUNIN UNIFORM: (as of UDB) black ANBU pants and sandals, high neck black shirt (varying sleeve lengths), very dark purple waistcoat-jacket with a mandarin collar that has a black crow embroidered in mid-flight in each corner (he doesn't wear this in summer). Headband on forehead, bandages around his calves and one thigh, over which he has his supply kit. Tantō holster across his shoulders.
CASUAL: black ANBU pants and sandals, Uchiha tee shirt, tantō holster.
UDB MISSION: there's some variation (he starts off with the crow vest on and then seals it away at some point lmao idk I can't remember) but generally.... the same base as his Jounin Uniform but with black boots and a thicker jumper, bandages around his thigh under his skirt and also binding his feet and hands (Rock Lee hands). He wears a dark navy scarf with small back tassels around the edges wrapped around his head, shoulders and lower face (only eyes visible), and a skirt.
The skirt is from below his bellybutton to halfway down his calves and it falls straight, a dark navy with a slight tapestry pattern in thick fabric, common for northern regions. There are slits up both sides for movement and his second and third tantō are accessible through the pockets where they're strapped to his thighs.
He carries a brown crossbody satchel for appearances but has most of his kit in the supply pouch on the small of his back. His sealwork is covered in cobalt makeup paste that he smears across his eyelids and the bridge of his nose. Think this colour-
- but a total mess lmao.
Hopefully I covered most of this but it's off the top of my head so do ask if you want more/etc etc! Happy drawing, Anon ✨
#torship#torship talks#ask#anon#shisui#character reference#shisui outfit#shisui reference#hope au#not#udb#no tomorrow#until dawn breaks
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