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mrsbakashi · 1 year

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Hi! Do you still take requests? I love your headcanons! Can I have (😳) for kakashi from the emoji prompts pls <3

hi, lovely anon! i'm really happy you like my headcanons, they were so fun to write! which is why i wanna thank you for requesting this one - i've been working in five long-heavy projects (because i'm insane) so this one felt like a nice breath of fresh air, plus it was written in like ten minutes AND it gave me the good feeling of finishing something YAY! so thank you!

anyway, i hope you like it!

😳: a confessing headcanon - kakashi

it all started as a joke between guys, you know. on one night, one of the only few nights kakashi agreed to go to the bar with the other jonins, one he regretted so so so much;

they were sitting at the table, the three of them alone: asuma, gai and kakashi, with asuma having drunk a little more than usual and laughing loudly at gai's awful jokes while kakashi politely turned down whatever it was that they kept offering him;

you were there too, at the back of the bar, talking with shizune and anko, laughing, a bottle in your hands and awkwardly dancing sometimes - truth be told, kakashi only did go so he could have an excuse to watch you having fun, the strong and worried kunoichi you usually were out of sight. it seemed unfair that he never got to see that side of you simply because he's an introvert, so there he was, only because of you;

of course the guys knew he liked you - despite the fact that he was great at hiding his thoughts and feelings, gai knew kakashi too well, so it was pretty obvious for him, so of course he made sure it was obvious for asuma too, because it seemed like such a great idea!

so, you see, gai challenged kakashi. not a silly challenge, like it usually is, but he challenged kakashi to ask you out on a date or he would do it himself - and asuma got in the middle of it saying that, if neither of them did it, then he would do it

kakashi tried to talk it off, and say he didn't know what they were talking about, and that he didn't care, but it only took gai's arm around your waist to make him change his mind - the man was beside you in milliseconds, pulling you away from gai's touch

so gai looked at him and laughed, and then kakashi asked you, with his voice so low you could've dreamed your heard it "hey, i was wondering if you're free tomorrow night?"

"tomorrow night? yes! what do you have in mind?"

"maybe we could, uh, grab something to eat"

he cleared throat, clearly embarrassed, and you thought what a precious view that was - the great copynin, embarrassed, almost shy.

besides the fact that he actually had a date with you, kakashi regretted going to the bar because that took him out of his comfort zone - he was more than content just watching you from afar, interacting with you during missions only, and with the occasional dreams where you would kiss him and smile - and now he'd have to spend time with you and act as if he wasn't dying to kiss you

so you went out on a date. you ate in a nice restaurant, where you drank a little too much because kakashi only nodded to everything you said, and then dropped by the book store to see what was new - i mean, you knew kakashi liked to read, so he'd have to be excited, since he acted so weird during dinner, right? wrong! you showed him a bunch of books, talked on and on about a few others that you read, making entire reviews, and the man could only nod. it was getting on your nerves.

you walked up to your house practically in silence, since you're ran out of subjects to talk about and kakashi apparently lost the ability to speak

it wasn't until he left you at your door that you opened your mouth. "thanks, i had a... good... time tonight."

"i'm glad you enjoyed it."

"oh, so you can talk!"

"i'm sorry?"

"kakashi, come on, i know something's up, i know you. tell me, what's going on?"

"it's nothing."

"tell me. you can trust me."

"it's really... nothing." he took a deep breath, but his eyes were set on your lips.

you opened the door and invited him in for a tea, which he politely turned down. so you insisted, and he turned it down once again.

"ok, since you're not coming in, tell me this: why did you ask me out?"

"oh that, hm, i don't want you to take this the wrong way, but gai challenged me-"

"well, of course he did! ugh, i'm so stupid! you know, i actually thought, well, kurenai made me think, that you asked me out because you, hear this: liked me! ha! what a joke, right?"

he heard the words, but took a while to actually understand them. how could he explain to you that the challenge was a mere excuse? he made you feel like a joke, and that wasn't his intention, not even in a million years.

"i mean, i feel so ridiculous! this is what i get for getting my hopes up and falling in love with kakashi fuckin hatake! well done, y/n!"

those words hit him right away, like a punch straight in his stomach, waking every cell in his body - fall in love with kakashi fucking hatake.

"look, i'm sorry, let's just call it a night, forget i-"

"did you say fall in love?"

you sighed. of course you and your big mouth would get you in trouble. "kakashi, look, i'm drunk, i don't know what i'm saying, just ignore it."

he got your hand to get your attention when you threaten to go inside your house.

"are you or are you not in love with me?"

"kakashi-"

"are you?" - he repeated, but this time there was some sort of urgency in his voice, he sounded almost... angry. you felt your head spin.

"well, duh! show me a woman in this whole damn viallge-no, country! show me a woman in this whole damn country who isn't in love with you and i'll show you a dead woman!"

kakashi laughed, and that felt like the last straw for you - it was one thing that you felt ridiculous given the situation, but it was something completely different that he would laugh at you, specially in your face, as if you weren't feeling bad and awful enough.

"oh, it's so funny isn't it? i thought you were so sweet, but you're actually really mean! i bet you already knew that i have a crush on you, and so did gai, and that's why-"

(un)fortunately you didn't finish your sentence because kakashi kissed you, which made you feel confused, but also happy, with your head spiralling into a million thoughts you couldn't even begin to understand because he was there, kissing you, pulling you impossibly close as if you could merge into each other.

he breaks the kiss so you both can get some air, and rests his forehead on yours, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. "well, it turns out, y/n, that i'm in love with you too".

"ok." is all you say, trying to make it all make sense inside your head - it wasn't just that you were a little bit tipsy, but more how unrealistic the whole thing felt. like one of your dreams. oh god, how many times you've dreamed about him kissing you on your doorstep and telling you he loved you. there was no way in hell that was real. in a few hours you'd wake up in a empty bed, with a killer headache regretting every single one of your life decisions, specially the ones that would lead you to kakashi again and again. always the same fucking team...

"are you ok?"

you looked up at him, realizing you were too lost inside your own head and he was still there, talking to you, like it was - may god allow it to be true - reality. you slapped your own face, which caused kakashi to look at you confused, but intrigued.

if you were dreaming the slap would've woken you up, right? so if it didn't, and if he was still there it was reality. kakashi hatake was really at your doorstep, telling you he was in love with you. do dreams really come true?

"y/n?"

"i'm ok! just making sure i'm not... you know, dreaming."

"oh, so you have these dreams as well?"

"hold up, you're blowing my mind."

he kissed you again, more gently this time. he wasn't in a hurry. he knew, deep down his heart, that he would spend the rest of his life kissing you from now on.

"do you want to go inside or do you want to spend the rest of the night kissing me on my doorstep?"

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#it's sweet isn't it?#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi fanfic #kakashi fluff #kakashi hcs #kakashi headcanons #naruto hcs #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfic #request #my man #mine #naruto fluff #mrsbakashi #prompts

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sukunasteeth · 2 months

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Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list.

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary.

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look.

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing.

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time.

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary.

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you.

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day.

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no.

At least it was mutual.

#jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #kuna is a feral dog in the eyes of anyone that isn't you #you bring out the puppy love in this psycho #careful #he bites #this was a short and sweet #fluff

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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months

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Oh Jack...

#as mary said “but it's a pretty dream isn't it?”#I'm so sorry jack #you poor sweet boy #I'm sorry your uncle arthur won't see you grow up #but you'll get your happy ending #for a little while at least #oh jack #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #jack marston #john marston #abigail roberts #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #red dead redemption community

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ink-ghoul · 1 year

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now to my fave minecraft worldbuilding topic

what can you cook? what's edible? what's possible with enough imagination?

I'd like to start with things that are present in-game (vanilla), first, the foods and drinks (ingredients too), having a loaf of bread with a nice mushroom stew seasoned with dandelions for breakfast is an option taken straight from the game

now let's say that I take the apples, wheat, milk, sugar and eggs to make an apple pie, that isn't in the game, but it's something possible to craft

in an extend things like salt can exist because the presence of sea water, same as things like bacon (pigs), cheese (milk) and so on

what if I throw the existing leaves in hot water to make tea?

or since all the dyes have an organic source can I make a rainbow cake?

how you cook things must be important too I imagine, maybe steak cooked in the smoker tastes way better than cooked with a fire aspect sword

#this is to all the 'mumbo eats redstone' enthusiasts #yes redstone is an edible mineral #but I guess just like salt it isn't recommended in large quantities #alcoholic drinks are possible too why not vodka (potatoes) wine (sweet berries) rum (sugarcane)#I could pull an 2 hour essay about the gastromy possibilities of minecraft #minecraft #minecraft worldbuilding #food mention #alcohol mention (in the tags)#side note but this is sad news for us mexicans because neither tomatoes or corn or chiles exist here. I'm devasted

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qalrey · 1 month

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this was supposed to be a small doodle!

flats+sketch below!!

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softmangoes · 2 months

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how the LIs kiss

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pure!sydney's kisses are sweet, mouth soft and his tongue warm. he kisses you in the same way he savors the hard candies you'd slide over the library counter, slipping them into his hands just so your fingers could brush. when he pulls away, his glasses are foggy, a nervous smile on his face. "was that..." he says, blushing. "was that alright?"

corrupt!sydney's kisses are hungry. he's got his hands under your shirt and his tongue deep in your mouth. he's been waiting so patiently, after all, and now he finally has you to himself. "you taste divine, beloved." he says, fingers slipping under your waistband. when you sigh against his mouth, he smiles. "but i think it's time i have my dessert."

whitney's kisses hurt. they're full of teeth and bruises and blood and his nails digging crescents into your skin. whenever he crushes his lips to yours, he always makes sure to leave you aching. and like every fight you've had against him, you never come out unscathed. "there," he says, marveling at the fresh marks blooming along your neck. "now everyone will know whose slut you are."

kylar's kisses are desperate. his hands roam your skin as his mouth murmurs endless promises into the hollow of your neck. "we'll be together forever," he says, drunk on the scent of you. he presses his body to yours, eager to get closer, to envelope you in his embrace. to never, ever, let you go. "nothing will ever change that."

eden wastes no time when he kisses you. he has known the lean months of winter and the lonely days of fall. you cannot deny him the sweetness of spring. he bites into the curve of your neck like the first fruit of warmer days, licks at your lips to drink in your sweetness. but a hunter is always hungry, always wanting. "it's been a long day," he growls, deepening the kiss. when he takes your shirt in his hands, the fabric rips apart easily. "too long without you."

robin's kisses are warm. they're fingers running through your hair, a smile against your mouth. sunny days and lips that taste like fresh lemonade. he always laughs when he kisses you, like he can't believe he's doing this. like he can't believe he's yours. when he kisses you, the world is a little brighter. softer. "it's a beautiful day to be with you," he murmurs after he pulls away, pressing a peck to your cheek before taking your hand in his.

there is no way you can truly describe how the ivory wraith kisses you, but there is a note of familiarity to it. your mind conjures memories of kisses whispered in passing, of lips locked in darkened halls. "as sweet as ever," he hums, licking your lips with his cool tongue. "as sweet as always." the passing of centuries have done little else but make him yearn. the wraith, with his great and terrible beauty, kisses you like he's been waiting for you all this time.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fic #dol fic #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #eden the hunter #ivory wraith #look i know ivory isn't a love interest but he is to me and we are married in cursed matrimony #anyway i am fascinated knowing that sydney has a sweet tooth and think he would just become so ravenous when corrupted #also eden tends to put pc's mending skills to WORK after he gets especially eager #my writing

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 3

Three are now dead, but the killer seems to be caught ... but this night is not over until the room is found.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Silver, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Death, murder, blood, anxiety, kidnapping, overall dead dove content warnings

Word Count; 1.1 K

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The body count had risen to three; Dire Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect (whose blood still stained the floor, the iron scent permeating the air), and now, Divus Crewel as well, the latest victim. One minute the professor was alive, shaking from anger that one of his students was killed on his watch and that he was the prime suspect of the killings. But now he was sprawled out on the ground, killed in an instant.

The remaining students — Vil, Rook, Azul, Jade, Silver, and Cater — were silent, processing what exactly had just happened. The lights had flickered only for a minute, and in that minute, the killer had struck. But the silence was broken by a deafening clap of thunder, lightning illuminating the windows, and bringing everyone back to the present, to their laughably horrible situation that they had found themselves in by sheer chance and bad luck and timing.

Silver sat down on the staircase, and put his head in between his legs, taking deep breaths. Despite his training, he did not consider that he would be witnessing death so soon. The small part of his brain that had a sliver of hope that his friend had survived their gruesome injury, but he was just lying to himself; no one could survive that.

Vil was pacing, hands clasped behind his back, and he was muttering to himself. He thought he could read people, what with being raised amongst the stars that hid behind too-sweet smiles that belied venomous words. What was there to gain from any of this?

Rook was cracking his knuckles, and then rubbing his eyes, trying to think of why this was happening. While he could appreciate the hunt, this was something entirely different. Yet, it also reminded him of several books; one being a murder mystery, and the other about the deadliest game, of hunting a fellow person.

Azul was shaking and biting his nails, his resolve long gone. Had he made himself the enemy of one of his peers? Was he going to be next? He was supposed to just be perfecting a potion recipe for the next test, yet he found himself way above his head.

Jade looked at Azul, taking in that his house warden and friend was shaking more than the leaves outside in the howling wind. He too was disturbed by the night's events, sick to his stomach even, but he couldn’t show weakness, especially if he wanted to see it through.

And Cater? He was paler than a ghost, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. His cheery smile had left long ago, and now panic was fully starting to take control. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? WHY?! Yet he stayed silent.

No one spoke, but they eyed each other with caution. Every time that they had went to the mirror and they voted through it, someone died. Was it the mirror? No… no, that didn’t make sense… None of this made any sense though.

“No more votin-” Silver whispered.

Cater cracked his head around, green eyes judging every move the underclassman made. “And why’s that, Silver?” His voice was shaky, but Cater wasn’t trusting him or anyone for that matter. “Afraid that-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Vil barked, commanding everyone’s attention, eyes all on him. But he was used to eyes being on him, and he stayed cool, despite how this may damn him into being guilty in their eyes. He didn’t care at the moment though, all he cared about was no one else dying. “Look at what being suspicious of each other has brought us,” his eyes wandered to the dark clotted blood that had now gone cold. He swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat, keeping the calm mask up. “I agree with Silver though; voting through the mirror only ends up with someone… dead.”

“Then how do we proceed, Roi du Poison?” Rook asked, falling to his house warden’s side. His eyes looked over everyone, picking up their behaviours, emotions, and any tells.

Azul’s head snapped up. “The potion-” he started muttering to himself, before clearing his throat and gaining his composure again. “A truth potion, but one that shows the truth about the situation, we can use that to find the killer.”

Cater looked at Silver, and offered him his hand; a peace offering. Silver took it, and brought himself up on wobbly knees. A truce.

Jade placed his hand on Azul’s shoulder, offering him a bit of comfort that not everyone was out to get him. “Was that what you were working on?”

Azul nodded, and he started making his way towards the alchemy lab, where hopefully they could put an end to the killer’s little charade once and for all.

…

Vil helped Azul make the potion, and both students kept a keen eye on the other, but they made it without incident. And to show the others that they hadn’t tampered with it at all, they took it first, with the others shortly following suit.

“What about the room?” Silver asked.

“We can figure that out once we find the killer,” Jade countered.

Everyone looked at each other, taking in any minute details, but everyone was calm; the potion apparently did wonders to calm the nerves… but that in itself was a dangerous effect, since now everyone’s guards were down, making them easy targets.

Vil took in a breath and released it. “Who killed Dire Crowley? Why did you then kill the Prefect, and then Professor Crewel?”

But no one spoke up.

“It isn’t me,” Vil said confidently, hoping that his speaking up prompted the others to follow suit.

Cater was to his left, and he spoke next. “I didn’t do it.”

Then Silver, “Or me… I couldn’t do something like this…”

“I did not do it either,” Jade offered.

Azul’s eyes went wide, and he eyed the next person in line. “The killer isn’t me.”

All eyes fell on the last person left in their little circle; Rook. With all of them but him left, that only left him.

He let out a throaty, quiet, chuckle. “I suppose this game has run its course,” he tipped his hat to them, green eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. “As for why? Hmmm,” he hummed, and the hairs on everyone’s necks stood on end. There was something off about Rook, this wasn’t Rook.

“You’ll find that out when you guess the room.”

What?

Everyone took a step closer to each other, away from Rook, and they whispered amongst each other, voting on what room Crowley’s murder took place in.

“Alchemy lab,” Cater spoke for the group, trying to keep his resolve as Rook seemed to stare into the very contents of his soul, like he was searching for something.

Rook stepped forward, still smiling. “Ah, désolé Monsieur Magicam,” the whites of his eyes started turning black, “but you would be wrong.” The lights flickered again, and in the seconds of darkness, Rook was gone, and so was Cater.

GOOGLE FORM (voting will end Wednesday, October 18th at 9pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show? (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) MURDERER - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach) MISSING

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

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To be continued

#dove does events #twst #twisted wonderland #twst murder mystery #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #twst silver #cater diamond #cw death #cw murder #cw blood #cw kidnapping #dead dove do not eat #oh you though it was going to be over once you found the killer? *evil laugh* oh my sweet readers no no it isn't #aka i remember the deadliest game plus i just watched the exorcist so yeah I'm tying those in #now if you don't mind me i'm going to cram those lessons in twst since i have 25 left until i can continue with the event

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greywoe · 4 months

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"The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen."

#asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #lyanna stark #howland reed #my drawings #i wonder how many times i've reread that chapter with meera's story lol #i like this moment esp it's so sweet #and clearly made an impact on howland as he followed ned into the war later.. all the way to the tower #ohhhh you know what now i want a howland and jon interaction. i want them to meet. oh man #asos #anyway i've been in a bit of a slump lately so this isn't great but eh. i've got a few backlogged as well i might upload..sometime #it was super foggy today to the point of not seeing anything which was very cool so i guess that motivated me to finish this #i like weird weather but it should have snowed damn it. there's almost always snow on my birthday so this feels like an ominous sign #also there are odd places in my neighbourhood where tons of crows and rooks and jackdaws gather for whatever reason and i see them on walks #and i always go hmm looks like a feast for crows over there. heh

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ceilidho · 5 months

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Situationship!Ghost hits you with the “no wonder your single nobody wants to deal with psychotic ass” and then turns his notifs off- cut to an hour or two later and he’s got you bent over your kitchen counter sobbing his name while he says some shit like “nobody will ever get you better than me, got it?” (I need him in the worst way)

he needs someone that can handle his crazy ass and give it back tenfold lmaooo. you change your locks and phone number, maybe even move apartments (or go stay at an airbnb or something) without telling him because you had an argument the week before that he wouldn't apologize for and the anger burns in your throat so bad that you decide to just cut him off altogether if he wants to be an asshole about it.

cut to days later when he finally tracks you down, pounding on your door to let him in ("bird, open up the fucking door now or i'm breaking it down"), his voice sounding more desperate and harsher than you've ever heard it before because he's been awake for like 72 hours trying to find you.

#i love when the reader character isn't just a nice sweet girl.....like my little insane cannibal witch #situationship!reader will text ghost like “sry i'm in ibiza” when they were supposed to meet up and he's already booking a flight

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liyazaki · 7 months

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SWEET HOME 2 | DATE ANNOUNCEMENT: DEC. 1ST, 2023

#sweet home 2 #sweet home #스위트홈 #sweethomeedit #song kang #i almost screamed- filter the tag before dec. 1st if this isn't your thing (you've been warned)#cha hyun soo #netflixedit #kdramaedit #dailynetflix #korean horror #kdramadaily #kdrama #korean drama #flashing tw #mor gifs sweet home

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mykingdomforapen · 5 months

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Absolutely gobsmacked by the way s2 finale of Link Click humanizes Lu Guang and shatters the 'ice prince' archetype in one fell swoop. Granted, I started Link Click when both seasons were completed so I do not have the more prolonged watching journey as other fans but it just is so interesting to me. Lu Guang for most of the show is so aloof and so unflappable, capable if not seemingly OPed in that his powers have little drawbacks or places to mess up like CXS'. The classic ice prince. Intriguing but altogether an enigma more than a man, dare I say more an archetype than a person.

Cheng Xiaoshi's motivations, tender heartaches, and contraries are revealed plainly in the story. You knew what he wants as a character, why, what would scare him, what would anger him, what mistakes he would make, etc. etc. Lu Guang was such a contrast. He seemed so untouchable. Not shaken by anything. Even when he was stabbed (and rightly shocked by it lol), he was so quickly accepting of it.

Then S2 finale rolls around and SUDDENLY. He is so painfully human. He's in denial. He's terrified. He's grieving. He's selfish. He's desperate. He's isolated. He's so full of love. He is a sobbing wreck and we know that it is true even if we never fully see it (except in those high-res nano-second shots which are such UTTER BRILLIANCE on the art director's part). He is so scared of losing someone he loves that he will do anything to never have it become true, despite being ultimately so powerless to actually have any say in it. We might not all have Cheng Xiaoshi's impulsiveness or sorrows or determination, but how many of us do not have Lu Guang's fear?

Just...the utter genius of making Lu Guang from the ice prince archetype to the most human and relatable character in Link Click in just the last 90 seconds of S2.

#link click #shiguang dailiren #shiguang daili ren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi is my blorbo my baby my sweet sun prince but DAMN if lu guang isn't driving me insane

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meyerlansky · 7 months

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it's mostly that they let the "served me right, too" sit for the entire fucking season that bothers me

there wasn't a single point at which anyone said to izzy "no, actually, you didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve ed's mental AND physical abuse, culminating in actual irreparable physical damage, just because you were a bit of a cunt"

and he dies believing he deserved it. all of it. not only that, he dies believing not only that he deserved all the abuse and suffering he faced, but that he DIDN'T deserve the support and the respect and the safety he was starting to build with the crew, especially the ones who were ALSO put through ed's mental and physical abuse.

they just let that sit, unchallenged. that's what bothers me.

#anyway it's still abuse if the guy it's happening to isn't Nice or Sweet or Soft #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands

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johnslittlespoon · 20 days

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john risks an eye (and then some) winning gale his bike... but gale refuses to ride it anywhere. it confuses john to no end when he catches him walking to the mess hall the day after he gifts him the bike; he slows his own down to keep pace with gale and says, "did you forget i risked my life getting you your own set of wheels?"

gale gives him some excuse about wanting to explore the base at a leisurely pace on his first proper morning there, and john just shrugs, maybe teases a bit more, but ultimately lets it go (though he does keep pace with him the whole way to the mess.)

except this isn't a one–time thing. sometimes it takes gale triple the time walking as it takes john to bike somewhere, but no matter what, he insists quite adamantly that he prefers to walk. it stings a bit, because john loves to show his affection through gift–giving, and seeing gale's bike locked in the same spot day after day feels a little like rejection, but he brushes it off, turning it into a challenge to get gale to ride the damn bike.

a bit of extra pressure via teasing one morning, and, weird– john thinks his ever–stoic friend might actually be blushing when he makes a joke about, "you scared of crashing? can fly a plane but can't ride a bike?" and gale gives him a stiff "course not" in return. that piques john's interest, and he does love flustering gale, especially when it's so rare to get a reaction out of him like that.

so when they make it to the mess hall, john riding his bike at a slow crawl and wondering why he even bothers taking it anymore when he takes just as long as gale in his refusal to leave his side, he presses again as they sit down across from each other.

"if you're not scared, just ride a loop with me around base when we get back, and i'll drop it," he proposes. gale doesn't meet his eyes when he gives him a firm "no thanks, john," but he might as well have just waved a red flag in front of a bull. "why not?" john kicks at his ankle under the table, and gale does look up then, if only to glare.

john waits patiently for whatever increasingly ridiculous excuse gale might give him this time, only to see gale's shoulders slump a bit, studying john's face for a beat longer before he lowers his eyes once again and mumbles, "don't know how to ride." john huffs out a breath of laughter, then stops when he realizes gale isn't laughing too.

"you're serious?" he asks, and gale nods, leaning back in his chair, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. "my dad never taught me to ride, and he never wanted to spend the money to get me a bike growing up, so." john immediately feels terrible for all of his jokes and pressuring, and for being unable to tear his eyes away from his blush.

"well, that's alright," he says easily, not wanting to embarrass gale any more than he already has. "i'll teach you."

that's how they end up in a secluded field after breakfast, and it's john's turn to feel a little flushed as he keeps a firm hand on the small of gale's back to help him stay upright, promising he won't let go until gale tells him to. gale picks up on the skill almost instantly, unsurprisingly, and john beams at the boyish excitement on gale's face when he finally gets going on his own.

mornings are much more exciting when john has someone to race to the mess hall, though he lets gale win sometimes just to see his favourite smile.

'you sound like my dad, john.' well, john hopes he's outdone him now.

#another little thing i'd like to turn into a oneshot someday <3 #ik this isn't the usual filthy brainrot or drabble but #i just faced my arachnophobia (everyone else is asleep it was me against the world) and captured and released a spider #so i think i deserve a little bit of fluff. as a treat. and this sweet concept has been floating around in my head for a bit now #johnslittlespoon writes #buckbucky #clegan

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teddybeartoji · 11 days

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iiii think toji and sukuna love to watch you eat. this isn't a very original thought now is it..... buuut it just popped into my head today when i was, in fact, eating lmao.

like they just love to watch you EAAATTTTT – big bites and full cheeks, they're staring at you like they've never seen a creature like you before. it just really does something for them yk? they don't care if you're being messy either, that only makes it all better. they wanna watch you tear into meat, they want you to chow down on some vegetables like it's your last day on earth alright. it's not like they're gonna admit it but it makes their hearts grow a little... to see you eat, to see you happy and content – it's important to them.

(and after you're both finished, they're gonna plant the fattest, the sloppiest fucking kiss to your lips and then laugh when you call them nasty lmao.)

#super random #but hello does this count as my first ever sukuna post lmao #don't kill me i'm new here alright #and again this obviously isn't some crazy thought but i do think it's sweet #AAAAAHHHHH ALSOO ARII IF U HAPPEN TO SEE THISSS I AM TELLING U THAT I AM SO EXCITED TO READ YOUR SUKUNA FIC #toji #sukuna #mickey is daydreaming #toji drabble #sukuna drabble

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upsidedog · 9 months

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i am so charmed by a lumax wedding because it’s not even something max thought would happen. like she assumed weddings were something the girl makes happen and the guy puts up with. and because she had no desire for one, so there’s no reason it would happen.

among other things weddings are an exorbitant and performative show of love, max loves lucas and she doesn’t care whether or not other people know or believe this. at it’s best marriage to her has been a representation of failed dreams and at it’s worst it’s been a tool to manipulate people who need to get away to stay. maybe they will get married for the tax benefits, she thinks.

this is until max and lucas are older and living together, they’re chilling on the couch and lucas mentions his family has been asking when he’s planning to propose and if that’s something max even wants? max doesn’t care, she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, a certificate won’t change anything and she's not crazy about parties. she doesn’t ask how he feels, he brings it up, that “actually i want a wedding.”

that is saying the least, lucas wants a wedding more than anything. he loves max and he doesn’t need to prove that to anyone, but he’s happy and he wants to share that with others! he wants to work with max to make marriage a positive thing to them, he wants to celebrate their love, everything they’ve been through. also, hell, he’s only human, he wants to show off! he wants to dress really cool and go to a really cool place and show the world know how awesome he and his girlfriend are. HIS WIFE!!!

most of all, lucas wants the moment near the end of the night, where the party’s getting loud and everybody wants his attention, but max asks if he wants to get out of there and he says yes. not out out, just outside the venue. it’s dark and the once booming music is now faint, they sit and catch up, complain about their families, laugh about their friends. max holds lucas’s hand and plays with his wedding ring, she whispers something sweet before asking him to dance. it’s the best part of the night and nobody will know about it but them.

suddenly max decides she wants a wedding.

#lumax #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #stranger things #to be clear i think it isn't really that max becomes excited for a wedding - i think it's more that she is incredibly touched by what it #means to lucas and wants to give that to him #i don't think she would ever be crazy about all that attention on her but she loves that it makes lucas happy and loves how much he cares #about her #and i also think lucas is aware of this. he loves weddings and the idea of being married is romantic and beautiful to him and he loves that #max understands where he's coming from and feels loved by his explination but also he knows it's something he will enjoy more and that's ok #lucas would be a very good wedding planner #also they would have this discussion then formulate oppisite plans catering to the other's love language #lucas would be like 'i'm gonna do something so private and sweet for max to propose' and max would be like 'i am going to go all out in #public to propose' and luckily max gets to hers first because it was way harder to do #nonetheless i am being cheesy ignore me

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keeskiwi · 12 days

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So much more of the natural world feels close and accessible now. When I started birding, I remember thinking that I’d never see most of the species in my field guide. Sure, backyard birds like robins and western bluebirds would be easy, but not black skimmers or peregrine falcons or loggerhead shrikes. I had internalized the idea of nature as distant and remote — the province of nature documentaries and far-flung vacations. But in the past six months, I’ve seen soaring golden eagles, heard duetting great horned owls, watched dancing sandhill cranes and marveled at diving Pacific loons, all within an hour of my house. “I’ll never see that” has turned into “Where can I find that?”

-Ed Yong, When I Became a Birder, Almost Everything Else Fell Into Place

#birding #nature #this is a very sweet article and this bit in particular stuck out to me c:#i think things change a lot when you realize that nature isn't something that happens Out There #but something that happens all around you if you are willing to look #i am surrounded by wonders and get to discover new ones every day #the stuff of nature documentaries happens right here

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