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buckys-little-belle · 7 months
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Kitty Cat Pt Two
marauders (remus, james, and sirius) x little!reader (they/them pronouns used)
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warnings - none!
note - i’ve been getting lots of love on the first set of head-cannons for these boys and their little who’s animagus is a cat (a kitten when little) so i thought i’d pop in with some more headcannons! it’s been a while so i’m a little rusty, but just got inspired randomly!!! <3
note two - these really aren’t my best work, but it’s fun … so enjoy!
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the boys notice that when y/n is a kitten they always end up curled up on the floor in a sun spot so for the winter holiday they buy them a small cat tree that sits by the window so they can sunbathe somewhere comfy
james definitely convinces a family member to knit a small cat vest for y/n, it’s red and yellow to represent the boys, not matter their actual house y/n is always repping gryffindor somehow
james’ mom stuffs a yarn ball into his suitcase and when y/n finds it the room gets wrapped up like a gift, they had to cut the yarn in so many places it ended up being more trash than treasure by the time they were done with it
sirius and y/n still go on walks in the winter but he’s always holding them, usually tucked in his jacket or book bag, never letting their little paws touch the snow
remus is often in the dorms reading, studying, or spending time away from large crowds and almost always ends up scoring the most kitten y/n snuggles
he’ll have a book in one hand and the other covering y/n like a big blanket, giving their nose scratches every once in a while
all three of them have gotten better at making sure they know where y/n … especially kitten y/n … is at all times. after loosing them and having to lie their butts off when they got “caught” having a cat they’ve learned to keep y/n close by all the time
y/n on the other hand learned that under james’ wardrobe there’s a hot spot for some reason. they curled up there one night and sent all three boys into a frenzy, only coming out when a treat bag was shaken
in total the boys have lost 13 socks, all from different pairs, 6 cat toys, and james swears kitten y/n stole his favourite toque … when they finally move from the dorm they’ll find y/n’s stash, that somehow quadrupled over the year, in between remus’ bed and chest. james’ hat is nowhere to be found (he thinks big human y/n must have stolen it … he’s right)
eventually remus caves one day when y/n won’t stop meowing and let’s his other friends see and play with y/n because his boys are out and he needed to study for an important test
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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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Aaa first of all Congratulations! You totally deserve this, I'm so so happy for you! I Can't wait for your blog to grow even more! 💕 as for the event, could I request something for Anasui? 💕✨️
I Didn't Want You to be Alone - Anasui
notes - @doppiosfroggy i literally love you so much dude. you have been so supportive and kind to me ever since you followed me and I am forever thankful for you :) i really hope you enjoy this even though i made it VERY angsty. stay hydrated love :)
WARNINGS: mentions of death, heavy angst, language (??), spoilers for part 6 (????)
word count: 908
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You can't get Anasui's scream out of your mind. His blood curdling scream that chilled you to the bone. He cried so hard in your arms that night that he couldn't breath, hiccupping on his words. You didn't know what was wrong, but you didn't ask. You held him, hiding in an alleyway in the middle of Miami, Florida.
He told you that he was running, but he wouldn't tell you what from. Instead, he just sat, his hoodie pulled over his head, crying as the moon sat above the two of you. You spotted a shooting star, but didn't say a word.
After a short while, Anasui stopped crying, his eyes both puffy and a light shade of pink. He sniffled and pulled away from you. "Sorry, y/n." He whispered.
"You don't need to apologize," you whispered back, pulling down his hood and tucking his long pink hair behind his ear. "Do you want to talk? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"My girlfriend cheated on me." His eyes changed from sad to completely enraged.
"Anasui-"
"I killed her and her prick boy toy."
You didn't know what to say. At first, you thought he was just pissed off enough to say something like that, thinking that he meant he really fucked them up or something, but his eyes told you everything.
"I killed that bitch." He said again, his eyes looking quickly away from you.
You went silent. You've known Anasui for years and never thought he would be capable of doing something like that.
When you looked back at Anasui, he had his face buried in his hands and he was crying again. "I didn't mean to kill her," he stuttered. "I-I just wanted to take her apart.... I didn't know you couldn't put someone back together. I just thought she had a broken part of her. Why didn't she love me?!"
He was panicking, saying that the cops were going to find him. You couldn't comfort him because he was probably right.
"I wish I could help you more." You finally said, your voice soft as you rubbed his back.
"You are helping," he admitted, his eyes finally meeting your own. "God, I should've been dating you this whole time, huh?" He lifted your hand and placed the softest kiss onto your knuckles.
Your face flushed red as you watched his pink, plush lips press against each of your knuckles. His eyes stayed locked onto yours and he smiled, chuckling.
"You wanted me this whole time, didn't you, love?"
You felt your face heat up. He wasn't wrong. You hated that he was with that woman. She was awful to him, but he was so in love that he didn't even realize. He put that girl on a pedestal and this is what she did to him. It made your blood boil. But watching Anasui kiss all over your hand made you feel something different. You almost felt like this was wrong, but no matter what, you knew you had to protect this man.
You both jumped when you heard sirens and saw blue and red flashing lights.
"Sh-Shit." Anasui jumped up, but there were already cops running down the alleyway. He quickly put his hands in the air and the cops grabbed him, cuffing him.
You shot up as you watched them lead Anasui to the cop car.
"Wait!" You shouted. The cops turned to you and Anasui looked at you in horror, mouthing what are you doing?!
"What do you want?" One of the cops asked, looking you up and down.
"Don't take him."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"He wasn't the only one."
"Were you in on this too?"
Anasui's eyes looked at you full of tears. "Don't do this," he told you.
"Yes." You said, bringing your hands in front of you as one of the cops held Anasui down and another ran over to cuff you too.
The drive to prison wasn't long, but it was quiet. Anasui didn't look at you. You couldn't tell if he was mad at you or thankful for you being there with him, but honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.
You were quickly separated when you got thrown in the prison, getting searched and placed in your own cell. You cried the first night, and the second night, you didn't feel a thing.
You met a couple of people, but made no friends. Were you even supposed to do that in prison?
All your time was spent doing what looking for Anasui, and it took weeks before you actually did. You were in the courtyard that everyone could go into, both male and female prisoners, and you spotted him. He was talking to a man with a big white hat. Their faces were close and both their voices were low. Anasui looked up from the conversation and immediately ran to you.
You thought he was going to hit you square across the face, so you froze, flinching a little bit before getting pulled into Anasui's arms. Despite being in prison, he smelled lovely, like perfume and a hint of musk. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his hair.
"y/n," Anasui said, his voice low.
"Yes?"
"I hate that you're here... but.... thank you."
You pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go. "You're welcome. I didn't want you to be alone."
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hi! I wrote another thing! I seem to be on a little inspiration-kick at the moment which is very unlike me. I hope you enjoy!
the past is a foreign country
summary:
“Do you ever miss it?” The train rumbles underneath their feet, the countryside speeding past them as though it were never there. Jemma doesn’t know what prompts the question, but she leans her head against the window and asks him the very same thing. “Do you?”
They worry about things like groceries and school runs now, but once upon a time their worries were quite different. On a train, Fitzsimmons wonder about their past. Post-series and canon-compliant.
{read on ao3}
or read the first wee bit below!
“Do you ever miss it?”
The train rumbles underneath their feet, the countryside speeding past them as though it were never there. Jemma doesn’t know what prompts the question, but she leans her head against the window and asks him the very same thing.
“Do you?”
Fitz looks out the same window, sitting across from her in a way that has always felt inevitable. Marnie is asleep in his arms, the way Alya is asleep in Jemma’s own. It’s been a big day for the girls, full of sunshine and ice cream and trains, the latter having Alya so excited that she almost passed out from her own exuberance. Three years in space and the not-even-modern Earth transportation networks have her in raptures. She’s a big girl now! she tells her parents all of the time, and yet not so big that she can’t sleep in her mother’s arms on the train home after a long and exciting day.
They’ve got around an hour left before they disembark at Perth, at which they’ll somehow need to manoeuvre the girls from train to car, ideally without waking them, before the forty-minute drive home where their youngest two children and parents await them. Such scenarios are commonplace now in their world of parenting four children, the logistics of it are now as familiar as breathing. But there was a time when their world was quite different, and the problems they had to solve were more extreme in nature. It seems so far away now, but still, there was a time.
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emberglowfox · 7 months
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Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)
*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.
This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.
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humming-fly · 3 months
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I only just now realized what a shame it is we never got to see Al and Greedling really interacting
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alexassanart · 3 months
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favourite scenes from pacific rim 3 💙
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mingwrites · 13 days
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Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).
thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3
how ateez sound in bed
seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."
hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."
yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."
yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."
san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"
mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."
wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."
jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...
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lilybug-02 · 3 months
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Looks like the entire household is together! I wonder where Miss. Toriel is?
Part 25 || First || Previous || Next
--Full Series--
A fun continuation! Lots of crazy vibes. Due to school, I'll be taking another month/months hiatus. I should really stop making so many cliffhangers ;P
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dailyeohkakyoin · 2 months
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the crusaders do have a healer.
they don't like to talk about it.
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pyralart · 4 months
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Oh Luz...
First part - Previous part < Here
Last part I'll be making of this scenario for now!
Thank you so much for everyone's support and thank you again @petitprincess1 for letting me use your idea! It was fun putting my own twist on it, and definitely ended up longer than I had planned... guess you guys can't complain lol
I'm already working on the next fancomic I wanna make :)c
You can find the pages as soon as they're done and some exclusive art/extras on my Ko-fi! You even get a little extra comic under the cut, free of charge. I'm that nice
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Luz is regretting accepting this deal. If she wasn't already...
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caught-a-dragonfly · 10 months
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Red Alert
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sergle · 4 days
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WEEOO WEEOO UPCOMING SKIRT!!! I have a new skirt design cooking with @mayakern and two slightly different color options test-printed for it!!
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If you can't tell the difference, the one on the left has a slightly darker, slightly more emerald green bg, and the one on the right has a slightly lighter, slightly more warm green bg! I'm very inch rested which version ppl like more, not just visually, but what colors would be nicer as a skirt that you can match outfits with!
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and also here's the concept sketch for the skirt. ok thank you pls vote!
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So…. Guess what I’m currently rewatching😬
Are there any supernatural fans among you? I’d be delighted :D
Have a fantastic Sunday !✨🌻💚
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keyknife · 11 days
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I have been inflicted with this image for a while and now I have made it real
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wuntrum · 8 months
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[flashing warning] ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS!
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corvidcall · 2 years
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None Of You Know What Haiku Are
I'm going to preface this by saying that i am not an expert in ANY form of poetry, just an enthusiast. Also, this post is... really long. Too long? Definitely too long. Whoops! I love poetry.
If you ask most English-speaking people (or haiku-bot) what a haiku is, they would probably say that it's a form of poetry that has 3 lines, with 5, and then 7, and then 5 syllables in them. That's certainly what I was taught in school when we did our scant poetry unit, but since... idk elementary school when I learned that, I've learned that that's actually a pretty inaccurate definition of haiku. And I think that inaccurate definition is a big part of why most people (myself included until relatively recently!) think that haiku are kind of... dumb? unimpressive? simple and boring? I mean, if you can just put any words with the right number of syllables into 3 lines, what makes it special?
Well, let me get into why the 5-7-5 understanding of haiku is wrong, and also what makes haiku so special (with examples)!
First of all, Japanese doesn't have syllables! There's a few different names for what phonetic units actually make up the language- In Japanese, they're called "On" (音), which translates to "sound", although English-language linguists often call it a "mora" (μ), which (quoting from Wikipedia here) "is a basic timing unit in the phonology of some spoken languages, equal to or shorter than a syllable." (x) "Oh" is one syllable, and also one mora, whereas "Oi" has one syllable, but two moras. "Ba" has one mora, "Baa" has two moras, etc. In English, we would say that a haiku is made up of three lines, with 5-7-5 syllables in them, 17 syllables total. In Japanese, that would be 17 sounds.
For an example of the difference, the word "haiku", in English, has 2 syllables (hai-ku), but in Japanese, はいく has 3 sounds (ha-i-ku). "Christmas" has 2 syllables, but in Japanese, "クリスマス" (ku-ri-su-ma-su) is 5 sounds! that's a while line on its own! Sometimes the syllables are the same as the sounds ("sushi" is two syllables, and すし is two sounds), but sometimes they're very different.
In addition, words in Japanese are frequently longer than their English equivalents. For example, the word "cuckoo" in Japanese is "ほととぎす" (hototogisu).
Now, I'm sure you're all very impressed at how I can use an English to Japanese dictionary (thank you, my mother is proud), but what does any of this matter? So two languages are different. How does that impact our understanding of haiku?
Well, if you think about the fact that Japanese words are frequently longer than English words, AND that Japanese counts sounds and not syllables, you can see how, "based purely on a 17-syllable counting method, a poet writing in English could easily slip in enough words for two haiku in Japanese” (quote from Grit, Grace, and Gold: Haiku Celebrating the Sports of Summer by Kit Pancoast Nagamura). If you're writing a poem using 17 English syllables, you are writing significantly more content than is in an authentic Japanese haiku.
(Also not all Japanese haiku are 17 sounds at all. It's really more of a guideline.)
Focusing on the 5-7-5 form leads to ignoring other strategies/common conventions of haiku, which personally, I think are more interesting! Two of the big ones are kigo, a season word, and kireji, a cutting word.
Kigo are words/phrases/images associated with a particular season, like snow for winter, or cherry blossoms for spring. In Japan, they actually publish reference books of kigo called saijiki, which is basically like a dictionary or almanac of kigo, describing the meaning, providing a list of related words, and some haiku that use that kigo. Using a a particular kigo both grounds the haiku in a particular time, but also alludes to other haiku that have used the same one.
Kireji is a thing that doesn't easily translate to English, but it's almost like a spoken piece of punctuation, separating the haiku into two parts/images that resonate with and add depth to each other. Some examples of kireji would be "ya", "keri", and "kana." Here's kireji in action in one of the most famous haiku:
古池や 蛙飛び込む 水の音 (Furu ike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto) (The old pond — A frog jumps in The sound of the water.)
You can see the kireji at the end of the first line- 古池や literally translates to "old pond ya". The "ya" doesn't have linguistic meaning, but it denotes the separation between the two focuses of the haiku. First, we are picturing a pond. It's old, mature. The water is still. And then there's a frog! It's spring and he's fresh and new to the world! He jumps into the pond and goes "splash"! Wowie! When I say "cutting word", instead of say, a knife cutting, I like to imagine a film cut. The camera shows the pond, and then it cuts to the frog who jumps in.
English doesn't really have a version of this, at least not one that's spoken, but in English language haiku, people will frequently use a dash or an ellipses to fill the same role.
Format aside, there are also some conventions of the actual content, too. They frequently focus on nature, and are generally use direct language without metaphor. They use concrete images without judgement or analysis, inviting the reader to step into their shoes and imagine how they'd feel in the situation. It's not about describing how you feel, so much as it's about describing what made you feel.
Now, let's put it all together, looking at a haiku written Yosa Buson around 1760 (translated by Harold G. Henderson)
The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel
We've got our kigo with "the piercing chill." We read that, and we imagine it's probably winter. It's cold, and the kind of cold wind that cuts through you. There's our kireji- this translation uses a colon to differentiate our two images: the piercing chill, and the poet stepping on his dead wife's comb. There's no descriptions of what the poet is feeling, but you can imagine stepping into his shoes. You can imagine the pain he's experiencing in that moment on your own.
"But tumblr user corvidcall!" I hear you say, "All the examples you've used so far are Japanese haiku that have been translated! Are you implying that it's impossible for a good haiku to be written in English?" NO!!!!! I love English haiku! Here's a good example, which won first place in the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:
meteor shower . . . a gentle wave wets our sandals
When you read this one, can you imagine being in the poet's place? Do you feel the surprise as the tide comes in? Do you feel the summer-ness of the moment? Haiku are about describing things with the senses, and how you take in the world around you. In a way, it's like the poet is only setting a scene, which you inhabit and fill with meaning based on your own experiences. You and I are imagining different beaches, different waves, different people that make up the "our" it mentioned.
"Do I HAVE to include all these things when I write haiku? If I include all these things, does that mean my haiku will be good?" I mean, I don't know. What colors make up a good painting? What scenes make up a good play? It's a creative medium, and nobody can really tell you you can't experiment with form. Certainly not me! But I think it's important to know what the conventions of the form are, so you can appreciate good examples of it, and so you can know what you're actually experimenting with. And I mean... I'm not the poetry cops. But if you're not interested in engaging with the actual conventions and limitations of the form, then why are you even using that form?
I'll leave you with one more English language haiku, which is probably my favorite haiku ever. It was written by Tom Bierovic, and won first place at the 2021 Haiku Society of America Haiku Awards
a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds
Sources: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)
Further reading:
Forms in English Haiku by Keiko Imaoka Haiku: A Whole Lot More Than 5-7-5 by Jack How to Write a Bad Haiku by KrisL Haiku Are Not a Joke: A Plea from a Poet Who Has Had It Up to Here by Sandra Simpson Haiku Checklist by Katherine Raine
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