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#not proud of this
dxrkl1ght · 8 months
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The place will be flooded with kids!
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but they never showed up
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His Family
warnings: fluff pure fluff, jake being the best dad, lo’ak being a shithead, mentions of the making of baby tuk LMAO idk what else.
a/n: FIRST POST GUYS IM LOWKEY EXCITED TO POST HERE BECAUSE LIKE AHHHHHH. it’s a step up i can tell y’all that. anywho enjoy <333.
not proofread it’s too damn late lmao
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hidden in the bush with your back pressed against your twin brothers front you both cling to eachother desperately trying to console each others giggles slapping one another when you would hear the other make a noise. a snap of a branch echos through the forest silencing the both of you.
“oh children.” your father Toruk Makto, Jake called in a sing song tone that made both you and Lo’ak nearly giggle. he wandered closer towards where he heard the noise and hissed softly hearing you snort and reached out and grabbed your ankle quickly yanking you out and showing his fangs while playfully pressing multiple kisses to your face whilst you screamed for mercy. Lo’ak took the opportunity to shove you further towards your father and scrambled to get up. he managed to make it four steps before being swept into your mothers arms whilst she tutted and shook her head at the situation.
“eywa give me strength. jake i told you to give them a bath not get them even more dirty.” your mama squints at your father who grins apologetically before getting up pulling you into his arms tightly and sitting up.
“they’re clever little brats i give them that. they snuck away before i could get y/n’s clothes off! they’re clever!!” jake defended whilst neytiri looked at him in disbelief.
“they’re FOUR jake.”
“smartest four year olds i know.” he retorts blowing a raspberry against your cheek to which you giggle staring at your mother. her eyes soften slightly before noticing Lo’ak start to yawn and lay his head on her shoulder.
“at least Lo’ak is sleepy. sometimes getting that kid to sleep is harder then all the time i spent as a marine.” jake jokes and you nuzzle into him gently dozing off and he immediately holds a hand to your head before nodding for his mate to head back in the direction of their home. by the time they make it both you and lo’ak are fast asleep. when they place you down you cling to one another never once moving.
“they didn’t even bathe.” neytiri grumbles but can’t find the will to wake either of you.
she looks at jake expecting a joke before noticing the way he watches neteyam, kiri. you and lo’ak.
“ma jake. what is wrong?” she asks him gently and he looks up startled before staring back at them.
“when did they start to get so big? you know y/n told me today that she was big enough to have her own ikran today. she even tried going to jump on a baby one with lo’al before neteyam dragged them away.” he snorts shaking his head thinking of the way you and lo’ak remind him of himself and his brother. neytiri knows better then to comment so she walks over to him and lays her head on his shoulder and sighs softly.
“you know. if you think they’re getting too big perhaps it would be time for another babe.” neytiri doesn’t finish the sentence before jake starts to get up and tug her out of their home making her laugh.
and that’s how tuk was made. yeah i’m ngl didn’t know how to end it LOL. lemme know whatcha think <333
requests are open :)))
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chalernelie · 1 year
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Here are more FNAF doodles again!!💕💕
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hangeuda · 8 months
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Hello darling, could you please write something about Bill!2008 x reader, who is also in the band, and like a fashion icon and also super confident ? (Maybe the plot could take place during an interview or even a Tokio hotel TV episode idk ) Have a nice day ! ;)
Ofc luv, I'll try my best 😚
Bill!2008 x reader
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Readers POV
As we entered the small room me and the boys took our seats, getting ready for our interview.
The camera started and the show host walked in. "Hello everyone! Today we have the lovely, Tokio Hotel!" She smiled at us and waved.
After we introduced ourselves, she started with the questions. She began with me. "So, miss ____, how is being in a band and being a fashion icon at the same time? Is it fun?" She looked up at me and smiled as she spoke.
I smiled softly at her and nodded. "Yes! It is so much fun, I actually love what I do. Although it can be a lot of work, I always have support from Bill, the band, and plus my beautiful fans. " I smiled confidently as I answered her.
Bills POV
After many questions to me, ____, and the band. She turned to ____ once again.
"Well, your new magazine has come out... Do you like the pictures and outfits that are featured?" She looked at ____, waiting for an answer.
____ smiles before answering. "Yes, I think my photos came out perfectly. I think I look amazing. Plus, the outfits? They're all gorgeous!"
I smiled over at her, admiring her as she spoke. "I agree. You looked amazing, my love." She looked over smiling at me. I love her smile.
No one's POV
The interviewer smiled at the band. "Ok, final question. This one is for Bill and ____. With everything going on with you guys jobs, how do you find time to still go on dates and such?"
Bill spoke up, taking ____'s hand in his. "Well, when we do have free time we try to find something fun for us to do. It really can be anything we have fun no matter what."
____ spoke after him. "Usually, we hang out when we're finished with work, he does tag along to my fashion shows though. So we have that time and of course, night time." ____ smiled at Bill as he blushed slightly.
The interviewer laughs and nods. "That sounds amazing. Thank you so much for joining us! Goodbye everyone!" She blew the camera a kiss before the show ended.
Readers POV
After we walked out, we got into our bus. I could feel someones eyes on me all the way to the bus.
I looked over to see Bill staring at me as we were all in our spots on the bus. I laugh and look at him. "What are you looking at, baby?"
He smiles at me. "My beautiful girlfriend..."
I kiss his cheek and lean on his shoulder as we head back to the hotel, talking to the rest of the band.
That was actually shit. Wtf. I'm so sorry pookie. I'll write a better one soon 😔🫶🏻 I just didn't know exactly what you wanted 😭
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th1nkaga1n · 2 months
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not sure if i love it or hate it, but i tried
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dreamstate4you · 6 months
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You make me Feel...
-> 1.5k words
-> Human Jake sully x deaf reader
-> Fluff, slight angst, reader is whipped so am I
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Everywhere you went ,you were shoved around, ridiculed, called a freak and worse names by your "friends" , family and even complete strangers.
why?
Why?
Why where you different?
You were just like them. You breath the same toxic air as them, you ate the same rotting food as them ,but you could not hear the evil whispers of this world.
Your world was silent. You've never heard your voice, you never heard your parents voice ,all you've known since growing up is silence.
Today was like every other day. You were walking around the red light district, hurdled and pushed by the mass amounts of people who were coming back from work ,but today you noticed something different... We'll someone in the crowed opposite of you.
He was in a wheel chair. In front of the crowd. He had shoulder length golden hair was messy like he hadn't taken a bath in a week, his face seemed tired ,but you could see something in his eyes.
Hope?
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.
Maybe ...
You couldn't pin point what you saw in his eyes ,but it was fierce. It intrigued you, a man in a wheelchair who had lost his ability to walk had... A lot of fight left in him ( if you could call it that).
Something you wanted. You wanted that fire in your eyes.
You felt the shoulders of others shoving you as they wanted to pass, You were standing in their way, You watched at the man slightly picked his head and held the wheels of his wheelchair, coming closer to you.
You stood frozen not in fear ,but in awe. Unconsciously, your gaze followed him until he noticed your stare, you couldn't look away... His eyes were captivating up close.
He looked away from you, passing you in your frozen state. You stood there watching the blinking red light of the robot crossway having a inner fight with yourself. A part of you wanted to go to the stranger, you did not know what you'll do ,but you just wanted to follow him another part of you wanted to go home.
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Home?
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Was it really home?
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You took a breath and turned around, following the man in the wheelchair. Your eyes never left him, you were scared to lose sight of that yellow coloured wheelchair. Something inside of you was ignited.
You were stealthy ( well that's what you thought ). The man went into a sketchy alley. You paused in your steps, a bit scared at the thought of being mugged by thugs... But those eyes.
All rational thinking went out the window and you took a big step into the ally. You looked around ,but there was no sight of that familiar yellow wheelchair.
From behind you, your legs were hit with what seemed like a wet pipe and you fell to the floor with a thud. Your body colliding with the wet concrete floor. You turned your head around to see him.
He held the pipe in his hand. Ready to struck you. His mouth was moving ,but you could not hear what he was saying.
That look...
That captivating look left you starstruck. His eyes were fighting for his life. He was fighting for his pathetic life.
You wondered how he did it. You wanted to do it.
You saw how his grip on the pipe tighten with anger. It looked like he was getting irritated by your lack of response.
You scurried to the small notebook you had in your pocket. Taking the small sharpened pencil and writing on the page of the note book.
'im deaf.'
You held the notebook Infront of you. Observating the man's cautious yet gentle hands as he took the small book from you and read it. His face shifted from annoyance to a calmer look.
He glaced back at you. Your heart dropped ,but not with fear. A new feeling you've never experienced. His man with his dirty hair looked absolutely breathtaking.
He motioned to the pencil you were holding and you held it out to him. Once again his movements were cautious,but not too tough.
He wrote something in the note book and gave the book to you. You picked you hand up from the wet concrete, looking at the notebook as you wiped the dirty water on your clothes.
His handwriting was messy and rough. His words were not even written in a straight line ,but when you held that notebook in your hands you wanted to treasure it. You've always wanted to burn it, to get rid of it as it always reminded you what kind of a freak you were. How people had to use paper to just communicate to you ,but for once you appriciated it.
You were communicating with this stranger thanks to it.
'go home. Don't follow me.'
You looked up from the notebook. You were ready to hold your hand out for you pencil to reply to his comment ,but he was gone. He was no longer Infront on you.
You roughly stood up. Your clothes soaked ,but you ran out of the alleyway. Looking left and right in the crowd of people hoping to see that familiar yellow colour.
No
No
No
There it was! You almost jumped with excitement when you spotted him. You followed him again you would not let this unknown feeling out of your grasp this easily.
You were carful this time, hiding behind the crowd of people and keeping your distance.he turned into another Alley way, but this one didn't look as sketchy as the last one.
You didn't even know where you were. You hadn't been to this part of the city. This part of the city was horrible, it smelled and looked bad.
You saw a ramp that lead to a small apartment. The man in the wheelchair stopped Infront of it and looked at you.
He said something,but shook his head with realization. He held out is hand and pointed behind you telling you to leave.
You didn't want to leave. You wanted to stay, you wanted to get to know this man, he made you feel something you never felt. You've never wanted anything so bad.
You shook your head at him. Looking in his gorgeous his as his eyebrows perked up with curiosity.
You looked around for anything to write with, to tell him why you can't leave him.
He say how you were searching and held out the pencil he previously took from you. You stepped closer to him, purposely brushing your fingers against his when you grabbed the pencil from him. A small unnoticeable act to him ,but it made your heart pick up. His hands were cold and harsh contrasting your warm soft hands.
You tried to write in your book ,but your hand hovered above the page. What were you going to say... Ah!
'i can't leave. You make me feel alive. I've never felt like this.' with shaking hands you showed him the book.
His head tilted a bit to the side as he read what you said. His brows lightly furrowed, confused at how he could make you feel like that.
He look back at your eyes thinking it was prank ,but your eyes held so much warmth, so much determination that showed how serious you were.
He took the notebook and pen from your hands. His cold hands brushing against yours once again.
'how?'
He showed you what he wrote.
You took the book back into your hands. Unsure of how to describe it. It was an overwhelming feeling, a scary one.
'you have a strong will to keep on living.'
When he saw the note he let out a low chuckle. He thought how could you even call this living. He was not living, he could barley keep his stomach full after they fired him, he lives in a small rundown apartment that gets moist I. This weather, fungi and moss growing on his narrow walls yet you saw his will strong.
He admired your courage or was it stupidity. You were a deaf girl ,but you followed a complete stranger trusting that he wouldn't rob you, after he knocked you with a pipe.
He took the notebook and pen from you once again.
He wrote something and put it back into your hands before wheeling away to his tiny apartment, closing the metal door after him.
You tried to follow him but the door was shut into your face. You looked down at the words he wrote
'go home kid.'
You were not going to give up. Mastering any fight left in you, you knocked on his metal door ,but he did not open the door.
You were not going to give up!
You sat Infront of his door, crossing your legs in a comfortable position as you took in the blue colour hue of this side of the apartments. This was the plan, sitting her and waiting for him to come out.
You wont go back home (if it couldn't even be called that).
You refused to go back to that place where you weren't needed.
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sid-sn · 8 months
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iijkblogg · 5 months
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Arms
If someone asked me "What do you hate most about yourself?" I would talk about my arms.
my arms, when I think of him, all I feel is fear.
"fear, why?" you ask me - and I answer:
Because don't my arms change, no matter how much weight I lose, they just don't get thinner. Why do people who have the same disorder as me always have thinner arms than mine? Is it localized fat? I’m not sick enough to look like them? genetics? I don't know. I just know that my greatest desire is to take a pair of special scissors and cut all the fat off my arms.
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10/29/2023
Breakfast (+ recipe)
"Brownie"
67 g of banana.
36 g egg white.
11 g unsweetened cocoa powder.
1 tsp baking powder.
I baked it for about 15 minutes, but that depends on the oven, so... until a stick inserted into it comes out clean.
It's 121 calories for the entire brownie (I ate half).
And a coffee (no pic).
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Lunch
Cauliflower spring rice and a veggie burger.
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Snack
Whole grain snack with almond and carob.
I had to calculate all the ingredients and get a percentage, since it didn't have the information on the packaging.
And half a glass of organic grapefruit juice (no pic).
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Dinner
Today my family came to visit and I had to go out to eat. I again chose a gluten-free sandwich, but I removed the meat and some avocado.
I also drank lemonade with mint and ginger. I ordered it without sugar. (No pic)
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I also had to do some research on the ingredients in the bread to get a percentage.
But I definitely ate like 1300 calories.
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flowzel · 4 months
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...What is going on. PT 2
A/N: I'm going to continue this in a separate post with two endings :]
Part 1 is here
featuring: Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara
summary: chuuya confesses something and you have to choose.
content/genre: angst(?)
warnings: difficult situation, mentions of a potential car crash, distress, alcohol, cope, drunk confession
"Please here me out (Name)" Dazai tried to reach out for you as you continued to step closer to the exit. You continued to ignore him as he persisted to get your attention. "I can't let you go, I can't have a repeat."
"You are a moth in a field of butterflies." You hesitated to walk again, curiosity peaked but so did the sting of your emotions when you saw him with that woman. Dazai saw your hesitance and continued on, "A moth uneasily spotted. However, once someone like me saw you it was much easier to tell you apart from the rest. You shine much brig-"
"Then why couldn't you tell me apart from that lady? Your sweet useless nothings can't save you, learn that Dazai. Grow up." It stung both for you and Dazai. He had never heard that tone in your voice, one so distant, one full of distain. "I'm ashamed I entrusted my heart into your tainted hands. Take the hint and leave me alone."
Your body left the exit before your mind could consider the option of jumping back into his arms, and taking back every word that spilled out of your lips. Perhaps it was for the better.
Immediately, you pulled out your phone and decided to text the closest person to you. Chuuya.
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After contemplating for a while, you decide to ask to come over to Chuuya's house. Everything outside reminded you of Dazai, it ached. Your heart ached more than ever before. The better the experience, the harder the separation.
As you were driving towards Chuuya's house, it happened occasionally and you wished it didn't, but your eyes glanced over the places you hung out with Dazai. Despite the nostalgia, you had to continue driving. You couldn't let the deep hiraeth rise to the surface, you couldn't act like those film characters that ran back to their ex because they were dependent on them. At least, not immediately.
A loud piercing sound makes it way to your ears, which makes your eyes widen and body jump. Your hands grip onto the the steering wheel intensely as your foot slams down onto the brakes. The foot once hovering over the accelerator fell limp. Your head is already spinning, and top to it all off, your upper half gets launched forward from the immediate stop. All you could hear are the heavy breaths you exhaled. In the distance, you could hear yelling and shouting. Your hands start to peel off the steering wheel slowly. The adrenaline passes you so slowly, but once your snapped out of your trance you find that you were just blocking traffic, Perhaps, today just put you off, if no one cared then why should you?
Eventually, you do make it to Chuuya's house. As asked of you you pull out your phone to inform Chuuya that you are outside.
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"For someone who just corrected me so willingly you look so stolid. Did something happen?" Chuuya says immediately as he glazes over you before" ushering you in. You roll your eyes and throw yourself onto his couch, "Two things to be exact."
He raises his eyebrow at this silently and goes into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm grabbing myself some Petrus 2018 Magnum."
"I thought you liked your wine older because it tasted better Mr. Avid-wine-collector. I might not be mentioning just wine either." You can hear him scoffing at your remark.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused." He grumbles loudly from the kitchen, you can feel him burning a hole through the couch.
"I'm not into older people. Just answer the question, do you want wine orrrr?" You nod and he somehow seems to understand that you want a glass of wine as well.
"I'm not a mind reader, use your words next time."
"Could've fooled me." Chuuya sighs at your response. "So what was making you feel all serious?"
As he brings over the drinks, you snap like your fingers like you had just figured something out. "Oh yeah that." He hands you the glass and you sit up from your previous laying-on-the-side position. Immediately, you down the wine and Chuuya doesn't seem to mind. He flashed you a worry look as the alcohol settles into your system. "Well to start, I broke up with Dazai."
His face morphs from worry to a mix look of shock and relief? "Well he was an asshole anyways. Though can I ask why?" He sips his wine in curiosity.
"He cheated on me."
"WHAT." He shouts accidentally. Chuuya sits there in silence waiting for a 'Just kidding!' or maybe another response that indicated you were just playing around. No response was returned, only more silence.
"So, you really broke up with him?" He questions, not believing the obvious truth. "Are you going to run back to him?"
"I'm not sure..." You answered truthfully and you don't know if it was the alcohol or just your heart talking. It definitely wasn't your brain talking though.
"Well I have something to tell you." Chuuya averts his eyes, gripping the wine glass tightly. His body mimics your movement and position. He takes another sip of wine before looking at you with a nervous expression and you had to admit he looked attractive. He leans forward and you dread the words that would slip out of his mouth. "I.." He starts, and a rosy hue floods his face. "I like you- and I know this is such a bad time to confess but I don't think I can't keep it a secret any longer and... and." He looks at his wine glass in his hands. "I'm sorry."
You stare at him for a concerning amount of time in silence, he squeezes his eyes shut preparing for rejection.
"I'm honored Chuuya.. but can I have time to think?" Chuuya looks up at you and nods, understanding your decision.
"And I hope we can still be friends even if I don't feel the same in the end." You add.
"Yeah of course." He responded, however, you knew if you refused or returned his feelings nothing would be the same. It was just the false belief that everything was going to get better, no crisis stays forever anyways.
But now you had the decision, would you forgive Dazai or return Chuuya's feelings?
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ecile · 7 months
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀you're our number one fan now.
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samijami · 4 months
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hiiii so I am back heh for my request.😁
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could you draw my girl peach?
also I hope you're doing OK.
(Request taken late)
Apologies for doing bad on it but your character seems to heavily rely on shading and I really cannot do that so well -^- And sorry about the hair covering the eye
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meyomayo · 4 months
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The girl with sunset coloured hair.
Finished canto 5 yesterday and cried like a baby, so, obligatory ishy
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fadedeyeshadow · 1 year
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🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️Manifesting getting really disgusted by food🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️
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yourlowkeyidiot3 · 5 days
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John
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nanamiczi · 7 months
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i saw people post art here so i decited to post some of mine
i'll color them some day and i didn't draw Aizetsu yet
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please ignore my try at giving urogi claws you know what just ignore the legs for everyone
the longer i look at this the more of a mistake i see the longer i stare i see the ugliness in this
I MADE AIZETSU AND HANTEGU GONNE POST IT SOON
Link :
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