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chuulyssa · 2 months

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🇨 🇴 🇳 🇫 🇪 🇸 🇸 🇮 🇴 🇳 ！

BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.

↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck

★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor

!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff

"i love you."

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

promptly replies with, "i love you too."

he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking

when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin

and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before

he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too

definitely asks for double suicide later

"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."

"Mhm."

"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.

"Dazai, you already said yes."

"I'll say it again!"

ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine

poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"

he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside

we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it

will decide to give it a shot tho

100% calls dazai to brag about it

"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"

You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.

"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

"i know."

he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc

he's known about this since like soooo long

he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess

went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D

eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie

"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"

He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

"eh???"

like chuuya, he's pretty confused too

"are you sure?"

tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster

he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up

also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?

reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world

"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.

"I'll try my best."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to!"

He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.

screams

"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"

jumps around everywhere in happiness

you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around

either that or he just faints

he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.

you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3

"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.

"Yes?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"

ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.

no reaction. im sorry

spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work

you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????

will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??

he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work

and that's his way of saying yes

He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.

"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."

"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"

"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.

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dollya-robinprotector · 7 months

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FINALLY! DOLLYA CONCEPT

I'll have a little look back and remember how I came up with this current Sona design. The me of 2021 definitely would look at this and go "WTF???". When I search and place old drawings side by side for comparison, It's really been a process of changing my perspective on myself and constantly finding what I want.

It'll be very random and full of my old drawings, so if you don't mind a little rambling, welcome to go under the cut and go back in time with me!

Let's start with this design. As you can clearly see it was based on how I actually look irl, from the outfit, hairstyle to make-up.

Tbf this was not my first attempt to create a Sona, but it was a huge milestone because it's 2018, the year I got into my dream Art university and left home. My style completely changed, and this Sona showed it perfectly.

I drew this with my fingers, on my broken phone, to enter a Vietnamese clothes design competition, where we modernized some traditional clothes. What I did here is a modernized Nhật Bình. I won and got my design made into real clothes and sent to me. I'm still proud of it to this day XD

It was fun! I draw her almost daily, like how I do with Lya and Lyah in this blog. I used her to make friends with other artists. I even created a gender-bent version for her : D

But the uni life was stressful, especially when I entered my third year and tried to escape my parents' grasp. They were furious and threatened me, I started working extra and do commission to pay for my own living and rent, lessons were hard, and homework and projects were pilling,... As a result, I often use my sona to stress draw.

It didn't help much, my anxieties and insecurities kept adding to the molten fire inside me, and my overthinking got worse day by day.

But then at some point, I decided to separate myself from that sona. She turned into one of my many OCs, maybe more special but I no longer see my entire self in her anymore.

I have to thank my two besties for that. They pulled me out of my darkest moments and stayed with me. They remain to be my only two most important people in this whole world.

I started to "reuse" the sona appearance into creating many other OCs for many other fandoms I joined (Cookierun, HnK, FGO, KnY, Genshin,...). I had fun jumping between different styles lol.

The idea for the current design started to take shape when one day I drew her wearing a white delicate dress (I usually just do red) and a see-through sleep dress I just bought.

Something started clicking.

Then I became an assistant for an Ero Artist. Yup. I started to be exposed to more "sexy" character designs and tbh I just love those. I love drawing female characters already, but there's something something about cute and sexy girls in lingerie... If you know what I mean.

The design slowly became clearer. Cute and pristine-white, see-through lingerie, with little four petals flowers, and little bows, perfect.

The details still varied. They depended on the style I was using or my mood, whether I wanted to go into details or not. That's the fun of drawing your own design, let's keep it.

And here we are~ Maybe it's still not final, but I'm happy with it, and that's enough for me now!

If you've been reading this far, thank you and congratulations! I will send you a kiss and wish you a good day~~ Hope you're having fun scrolling on my blog~

#Dollya concept #dollya art #Just Dollya herself #cw self destruction #cw self doubt #cw self loathing #cw self deprecation #concept art #character concept #all in all this is a fun journey

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sarahowritesostucky · 5 months

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📖"Who'd You Have to Blow to Get That Part?"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Tags: mild D/s elements, mild degradation, reference to past sexual encounters, slight daddy kink, lovers to enemies

Summary: Ransom won't let you leave the room until you agree to go out with him again.

You’ve been ignoring Ransom’s calls for a week when he finally corners you in your dressing room

“Well well well,” he simpers. “The Lyceum. You’re really making your way up from the chorus line, little girl.” You glare at him and he chuckles, doing a slow walk around your body, appraising you in a way that manages to feel both admiring and ridiculing at the same time. He plucks at the ribboned hoop of one of your panniers as he passes. “Well, la-dee-da,” he mocks. “What on earth is this? I think I like it.”

You swat at his retreating hand with a huff. “Who let you back here, Ransom?”

“Oh didn’t you know I know everybody? The director’s an old friend. He knows I have an interest in … the theater. Said I could poke around backstage if I wanted.”

“Great. I’m sure he didn’t mean in my dressing room.”

“Your very own dressing room, by the way: how fancy.” He doesn’t look at you as he says it, instead sauntering along past the couch and then over to the dressing table, feeling free to snoop around. You cringe when his fingers drag across the vanity top and land on the script you’ve left lying there. He picks it up and starts flipping through its pages. “Hmm …”

You fluster at the idea of him seeing all the notes you’ve scribbled in the margins. “Do you mind not touching my stuff?” you gripe. “Ugh.” Looking around for your robe, you spot it draped over the back of the dressing chair but realize that it won’t stretch around when you’re wearing the panniers. You huff and try to plant your hands on your hips assertively—a motion that is likewise hindered. You settle for gripping the sides of your whalebone-stiffened waist. “I don’t have time for this. Why are you here?”

“You’re one of the leads,” Ransom says, feigning impressed as he waves the packet of papers in the air. “So Daddy finally bought you a speaking part, huh?”

You feel your cheeks heat, hating him with every fiber of your being. “No,” you grit, hurrying over to snatch the script from his hands and set it back on the table. “I got this part myself, you insufferable piece of shit.”

“Been practicing those blowjob skills, then?”

Your jaw works as you fight not to react. “Why are you here?”

“I tried calling,” he says. “But you’re surprisingly hard to get a hold of these days.”

“Ever consider that I lost your number?”

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s it.” He smirks and leans in close enough that you can smell his cologne, can see every detail of that stupid-pretty face, the hair that’s gelled and combed to perfection. He looks good, just like he always does, which only makes you hate him more. “I haven’t seen you twirling in your usual circles, bunny,” purrs. "Not since we parted ways. What’s it been now, three months?”

“Five,” you say tightly. “Though who’s counting?”

“Clearly not you,” he teases, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll admit I’ve hardly thought of you at all, since then, but …” He’s wearing a camel-colored coat and cashmere scarf, and he reaches past said coat’s lapel to produce a single, long-stemmed rose, presenting it to you with an earnest pout. “I heard about the role. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate you, see how you’re doing.” He lets his gaze drag over your half-dressed form again, eyeing you up appreciatively. “I still think about you, you know.”

“I thought you’d hardly thought about me at all."

He looks surprised for a second, before he’s chuckling at you again with that trademark blend of affection and condescension that you wish you hated more than you do. “Oh, bunny,” he coos, nudging your chin with the rose’s fragrant bloom. “You pay attention to what I say. I always liked that about you. That’s just how you are, isn’t it? So attentive, such a good girl.” You color mightily at that, too flustered to think of a waspish response like you want to. He sees this and smirks, dragging the rose’s velvet petals over your lips and humming in satisfaction when you hastily snatch it from his hand. “There we go,” he praises softly. “Pretty flower for a pretty girl. Though I worry how you’re doing when you don’t turn up in public for months on end.”

You force a prim smile. “That’s sweet, but I don’t need you to worry about me, or bring me gifts.” You turn around and stick the rose into a nearby vase, which already has a number of similar blossoms in it. Ransom’s is the biggest and freshest, but you rearrange it into the middle of the pack so that it doesn’t stand out as much. “And I’m doing just fine, if you really want to know.”

“Are you, though?” he presses. He steps closer, close enough that the frame of the panniers presses against his pants, and it’s easy for him to reach up and finger the strap of your stays. “I seem to remember you being quite the social butterfly.”

“Yep. That’s me.”

“You’ve missed the last several big events of the season, and I know you well enough to know that it’s not like you to play the shut-in.” He traces the strap from your shoulder, down to the top of the busk. You see his blond eyelashes lower onto his smug fucking cheeks as he shamelessly leers at the swell of your breasts, his fingers hovering just over the skin. “Who’re you supposed to be?” he asks. “Marie Antoinette?”

You scoff and push past him. “Unlike you, I get busy. I actually work for a living. And yes, that sometimes means that frivolous parties aren’t my number one engagement. So if you’ll excuse me.” You’re supposed to be over in wardrobe, getting fitted for your costumes. Danielle is probably already waiting for you. But Ransom blocks the door when you try to leave, and he does nothing to disguise the way he looks at your body when you stand back to regard him with another huff. “Ransom, move.”

“You should wear corsets more often,” he drawls, ignoring your protests entirely. “It actually makes your waist look tiny.”

You glare at him and try to move around him to grab the door handle, but he leans back against it so that you can’t pull it open. He grins, eyes raking over you from head to toe. You fight not to squirm, feeling more ridiculous than anything else, decked out as you are in your eighteenth century reproduction undergarments. You sigh and stand back, frustrated at how goddamn entitled he is. “What do you want?” you ask, knowing that he wouldn’t be here bugging you right now if he didn’t want something.

“I want to give us another try,” he says.

You wait for the punchline, or for him to crack a mean smile and laugh at how gullible you are, but neither happens and you’re left standing there blinking at him like a dummy, heart in your throat. “What?”

“You heard me.” He pushes off from the door and stares you down as he steps up close. He cups your face in a palm that’s soft from never having seen a day of work in its life. You have to fight not to press your cheek into it, and of course he notices, the overconfident prick. “I think we called things off too soon,” he murmurs. “Don’t you?”

“‘We’? You’re the one who ended it.”

He frowns thoughtfully. “Hhhm, did I though?”

“Yes.”

“Ehh, I don’t know if I remember it that way.”

You purse your lips. “I said I wanted to be exclusive, and you called me clingy.”

“Well that’s hardly ‘ending’ things …”

You scoff. “You said my pussy wasn’t ‘anything to write home about’ and left me at the restaurant.”

“Hmm. Well … maybe I was too hasty.”

“Yeah, right. ‘Hasty’.” More like genetically predisposed to assholery, you think.

“Hey, I mean it.” He grabs you when you try to move around him, holding you still by your upper arms.

“Let me go.”

“Maybe I never gave things between us a real chance, bunny” he says, trying to ply you with his words and sheer proximity. “That’s what I’ve been thinking these past months. That I let you go too soon, didn’t think things through. That I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“More like your dick,” you mutter, but he ignores you.

“After all, we had good times together, didn’t we? And you always look amazing on my arm, and the sex was soo …” he trails off, letting his fingers trace your skin. His mouth twitches when he notices your breathing picking up, your chest heaving visibly against the front of the stays. “Come on, princess. Just think about it,” he coaxes, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “You and I fit so well together. Don’t you remember how it was?”

You shiver instinctively, body reacting to the words he’s murmuring so intimately against you, to the way he’s touching you like he owns you. “Ransom,” you breathe. “I don’t—”

“I miss you, you know. I do. In my life, in my bed. I don’t like waking up alone.”

You ignore the flutter in your belly at hearing him admit that, and force yourself to shrug his hands away. “Well that would be your problem, not mine,” you say. He’s not good for you, and letting him bust in like this and insinuate himself back into your life will only lead to disappointment at best, heartbreak at worst. “Excuse me,” you grit when he walks backwards to block the door again. So fucking entitled. “Seriously, Ransom. I have somewhere to be!”

“I don’t really care. We’re not finished here,” he growls, eyes losing their charming sheen. “You can leave when I’m done talking to you.”

Your core clenches at those domineering words, and you have to square your jaw before you can bring yourself to insist, “Ransom, get out of the way. I’m warning you …”

“No, I’m warning you,” he says darkly, grabbing your arm and yanking you in hard against him. You gasp and catch yourself with a hand against his chest, but he keeps you off balance as his other arm scoops in behind you and holds you tight to him by your lower back. “Mmm, I like this,” he purrs, fingers finding the laces of your stays and grabbing onto them. He grabs you by the back of your neck with one hand while he tugs at the laces with the other. “Makes a nice handle. Good for moving you where I want you.”

“Get your hands off me.”

He tugs the laces again, jostling you forcefully. “Thought you liked it when I handle you.”

“What I’d like is for you to let me go,” you grit.

But he only narrows his eyes and sticks his face closer in yours. When he speaks, his breath fans out warm against your lips. “You’re confused, bunny. I should bend you over that vanity and remind you just how much you like it.”

To your shame, his manhandling and his domineering words turn you on, and you know he can tell—he can always tell what he does to you. That’s part of what makes him so infuriating, and so dangerous. “Let go of me,” you say lowly, surprised (and disappointed) when he actually listens, his hands releasing you so suddenly that you stumble back a step in your heels. His eyes bore into you slyly as you huff and right yourself. “What is your problem?!” you fume at him.

“Come with me to the Governor’s Ball,” he demands, confident and cocky as always, as if the past few minutes and your numerous refusals haven’t even happened. “You have an invitation, I presume?”

You glower at him. “Of course I do, you twat.” Given that your father is the Governor, it’d be odd indeed if you didn’t have an invite. “Awful presumptuous of you that I don’t have plans to go with somebody else,” you snap. “After the way you treated me? I wouldn’t take you as my date to a dive bar.”

He chuckles, and it’s in that low, self-assured way that drives you absolutely bonkers and makes you feel like a “pick me” girl all at the same time. “Oh, bunny. You think I don’t know you better than that?”

You shoulder your way around him to yank open the door. “You don’t know me at all, jerk.”

You inhale sharply when his hand clamps around your wrist and he shoves into you from behind suddenly, pressing you up against the door and slamming it shut with your combined bodyweight. “I know you better than any man alive, princess,” he hisses, grinding his hips against your ass and kissing your cheekbone in gentle counterpoint when you gasp at his audacity. “Shhh shsh,” he hushes. “Don’t worry, now. You’ll have an excellent time, I promise. Now, you go get fitted for your little costume, and I’ll send a car to pick you up Saturday evening. Say nine o’clock?”

You huff, flustered by what an utterly presumptuous asshole he is (and by the way your cunt is clenching on nothing, being pressed up against a surface full-body by him like this). “You know what your problem is, Ransom?”

He drags his nose across your cheek with a chuckle. “What’s that, bunny?”

You can’t get as much leverage as you’d like, pressed up against the door the way you are, but you do your best and jab back into his solar plexus. And his shocked, breathless grunt is a satisfying indicator that your elbow has met its mark. You turn around and take his face between your hands to peck a kiss of your own to his cheek. “It’s that people’ve been paid to make you think you’re better than you are your whole life,” you whisper sweetly. You kiss his cheek and then let him go, leaving the room before he can regain his breath.

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loguetowns · 1 year

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Hi Cee!! I hope you have been doing well and your holidays so far have been bright!! It's a beautiful day outside, so I am going to request our favorite green-haired swordsman and light blue or dark grey! (I bought a new car, which is dark grey or "cloudburst gray" 🤣). Please stay warm in the upcoming cold days! Love, love, love your writings!!

hi mary! congratulations on the new car! thank u for always being so sweet, your support means a lot to me ♡

jet grey.

lazy sundays. cloudy mornings. a winter chill that begs you to stay in bed. gentle breathing. sleepy eyes. cuddling under covers. your lover's breath on your skin.

it's 10am and zoro wakes up first. the world is dark, cold and grey outside his window, and he's once again reminded that winter is not his season. thankfully, zoro's in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

it's 10am and you're still sleeping, of course. though even in your sleep, you’re a menace.

you’ve managed to swipe his share of the blanket and you’ve invaded his territory. your legs are tangled with his, arm draped over his chest, and he can feel the tickle of your breath on his neck.

but truth be told, you fit into zoro as if this is the only place that you belong.

he wouldn't want you anywhere else.

zoro smiles to himself as he brushes your hair to the side, his calloused fingers ghosting your cheeks.

"mm," you stir in your sleep and he marvels at the adorable way you wake up. stretching your toes first before you snuggle up to zoro is part of your morning rituals, and he waits in anticipation for the final step — you look up at zoro with a sleepy smile and a gentle "g'morning, baby."

he kisses your forehead, "good morning."

you respond with a kiss to his chest before looking around the room. "what time is it?"

"guess," he grins.

you sit up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the grey shadows of the morning. "don't tell me the sun's not even up yet," you groan. "is it like 5 in the morning?"

"nope," he says, popping his lips on the 'p' sound. "add 5 hours to that."

"it's already 10?! why didn't you wake me up?"

“you were snoring loud, i wasn’t even sure that i could.”

you clamp your hands over your mouth, and zoro has to laugh at how cute you are when you’re embarrassed.

“don’t be rude!” you swat at him but he dodges. you gasp at his swift maneuver.

“excuse me, how dare you?”

“you can’t expect me to not defend myself when i’m being attacked, can you?”

“attack? i’ll show you an attack.”

you climb over zoro and make to grab his cheeks, but he intercepts you and grabs a hold of your hands. he flashes a devilish grin, a clear provocation that you fall prey to. his fingers intertwine with yours and, despite being on top of him, he easily steers your arms in the opposite direction you want to move.

obviously, there’s no way you can overpower him but it’s so endearing to see you try so hard. teasing you is truly so easy.

“i thought you were attacking me?”

“i” — “am” — “you” — “dumb” — “himbo.” each word is punctuated with another thwarted attempt to free yourself from zoro’s clutches. his little smirk turns into a full-blown grin. he knows that your efforts are harmless; he can see the affection in your playful eyes and, with that, he supposes that he should let his pretty lover off the hook.

in one quick motion, you find yourself free from his grip but somehow, you’ve switched positions. it’s now zoro that hovers above you, and you’re lying on your back with his face dangerously close to yours.

you blush, “hey-”

“calling me a bimbo,” he says as he brings his face even closer to yours. “so you think i’m pretty?”

“obviously,” you breathe against his lips. warm and sweet, you smile just the same and zoro forgets that it’s the dead of winter. he forgets about anything else that isn’t you — you and your honey love, the way you look at him, the way you make him feel.

you loop your arms around zoro’s neck, and time seems to move at half-speed as you pull him closer and closer until the distance between you is no more and all that exists is your absolute adoration to each other.

it’s 10am and zoro is kissing you. the world is cold and grey outside his window, but it’s beautiful and wondrous in the way that only winter can be. it’s a breathtaking backdrop for every glowing moment of happiness that falls amidst the snow, and it’s truly a sight to behold.

it’s 10 am and thankfully, zoro’s in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

thank you for reading!

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diesaur · 1 month

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i am proud to report that i have a bought a sick dizzy figure for a reasonable price ! thank you for recommending mercari :D

SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!! congratulations on getting her! :-D i hope to get more GG figs from mercari sooner or later myself

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Locals Writing Prompts Part 1

nothing but Locals usual stupidity

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1. "Why is there a corpse and a acid bath"

"it's my self care day"

"this is no explanation what so ever"

"really? I thought it was pretty good"

2. "why are you holding a bottle of poison?"

"To depen our friendship and trust?"

"Congratulations you just achieved the opposite"

3. "Where did you get a dog from?"

"This poor little guy was sitting in a hot car for hours!"

"It's good that you saved the dog but what did I tell you about watching people"

"that we can't afford another lawsuit because losers think I stalk them despite me just wanting their pets"

"could have done without the losers but yes"

4. "Why are you holding roses?"

"Is it so suspicious I'm trying to be romantic?"

"It's you, of course it is"

5. (watching their beloved try and fail at opening a glass jar) "what did I do to deserve them"

6. "Okay I can explain"

"the kitchen is covered in blood and you in bandages so I hope it's good"

7. "Why is the house burning?"

"Okay in my defense you thought it was good idea to leave me alone"

8. "I found another kitten :D"

"beating someone up and taking their pet because they are a shit owner doesn't count as finding"

9. "Frog buddy :D"

"this one is poisonous"

"oh so that's why my skin itches and you look like a funky 5 eyed cow"

10. "Why are you holding flowers?"

"because I love you?"

"You love nothing, what did you do?"

11. "Go to sleep, you look ugly and tired again"

"I'm always tired and ugly"

12. "Why are you holding a cake"

"I wanted to do something nice"

"you never do nice things"

13. "Where did you get a cat from?"

"Business secret"

"theft isn't a business secret"

14. "Did you just kiss me"

"aren't we together?"

"Yes and the last time I tried to hug you, you panicked and nearly broke one of your bones"

15. "Why are you calling me when it's 3AM"

"(screaming coming out of the phone)"

"please don't tell me you went through with your bank robbery plan"

"well..."

16. "I made cookies"

"are they safe to eat"

"yeah I tried them myself"

"I meant for somebody that isn't you"

17. "Meow"

"you aren't a cat"

"how do you know that?"

"for one you don't have whiskers" "what if I cut them off?"

"Please just shut the fuck up"

18. "I bought a venus flytrap"

"because you think they are really funny"

"I actualy hoped they would eat one of my roommates but yeah they are funny too"

19. "Did you steal my snack?"

"No"

"you are covered in crumbs"

"yeah from my own food"

"lying snake"

"you stole mine first, I'll call it getting even"

20. "I love you more than anything in the world and would die and kill for you"

"are you talking to the dog again?"

"Yeah who else?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I married you"

#locals writing prompts #local shouldn't be allowed to think #I usually use this tag for my stupid ideas #but honestly it fits for this one too

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ispyspookymansion · 2 years

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as someone who has bought stuff from your depop, you’ve got some of the most high quality and fun stuff i’ve ever bought off of there! i’ve actually got a few things waiting in my depop cart from your shop rn (waiting for my paycheck so i can treat myself lmao) so congratulations on all of those orders! <333

:D ah thank you so much!! im so glad to hear that you think so highly of it, i rlly do try my best!! and insider info i’m probably gonna put a ton of stuff on sale near the middle of the month for halloween/end of the mcr tour so if you plan to buy this month wait until then!!

#it wont be a crazy discount bc i already dont . price my things Very High but idk probably 50 cents off or something <3 #kora.txt #asks #anons

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 24 - Hiding in water. Episode 2.

-----------------Evan's point of view-----------------

It was undeniable, the rush of joy that washed over me. The feeling of his lips against mine, fluttering lightly, dancing kisses, man as if my stomach didn't get filled with a thousand butterflies, even the small hairs at the back of my neck stood up! I am so in love with this boy… all of him…. and right there, right then I just felt like shouting it at the top of my lungs, for everyone to hear. I LOVE ANDY CULLMAN There is not a single doubt in my heart. And he loves me too. I let go of his chin and cupped his cheek with my hand, caressing him softly, kissing him deeper, using all power inside of me to hold back from slipping my tongue into his mouth. I always thought too much tongue action in public was tacky, so I was not going to let us become one of those couples. I let myself get more and more lost in him, until suddenly we got interrupted by a child voice*

Little girl: Hey Mister… your ice cream is melting!

Evan: I looked down at a small girl, about 4 years old I would say, and I could feel my cheeks blush slightly Oh… I looked at my ice cream as if I didn't already know Thank you, I hadn't noticed.

Little girl: She smiled brightly That's alright. She looked up at Andy with childlike wonder Your boyfriend has a very pretty hair.

Evan: I smiled shyly and suddenly didn't know what to say

Woman: A woman with an apologizing smile, scooped the little girl up in her arms I apologize for my nosy daughter She smiled warmly at the little girl Erica, I don't think it's his boyfriend… can you please apologize to the nice man?

Erica: But mom…

Evan: I looked at Andy, his face was bright red, and it looked like he was trying to find a place to hide. I knew he was probably freaking out about Erica and her mom, and how I would react to their words. So I decided to once again grab a hold of the feeling free feeling, and smiled warmly at Erica's mom Actually… he is my fiance.

Andy: He coughed like if he had gotten something stuck in his throat

Erica's mom: Oh… I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… I guess my daughter has better eyes than me she chuckled softly and kissed her daughters forehead

Evan: No that's okay, she walked in on us kissing, and was polite enough to tell me my ice cream was melting. I gestured with my ice covered hand

Erica's mom: She chuckled softly I see that… hold on a minute she gestured towards me with Erica, then frowned as she realized I of course couldn't hold her as I was covered in ice… then I watched as Andy's face lit up, and he without a word, and almost per reflex grabbed Erica and lifted her over to sit on his lap I have some she unzipped her bag and after a bit of searching she found a package with wet wipes and handed me one I carry these everywhere… sticky toddler fingers, you know she chuckled softly and smiled at Andy Is she annoying you?

Andy: He clearly did not hear a single word addressed to him, as he was already far gone in showing Erica a lady bug that had landed on his arm, they were both smiling and giggling, and his face had never been so glowing before. He was in his true element, and I couldn't help but feel very warm in my heart. What a beautiful sight.

Erica's mom: She chuckled softly They seem to enjoy each other, huh?

Evan: I nodded softly and chuckled warmly, not being able to take my eyes of them

Erica's mom: So how long have you two….?

Evan: We have known each other since we were teens I smiled shyly but we have been a couple since February this year. And engaged a few weeks.

Erica's mom: Oh! Congratulations to both of you she smiled brightly and reached her hand towards mine, shaking my hand as I let her grab it In this case I would love to buy you coffee? Or maybe another ice cream as I see you both missed out on the ones you already bought she nodded at Andy's cracked ice cream cone on the ground

Evan: I chuckled softly You don't have to…

Erica's mom: Nonsense, this calls for celebrating. What do you say? I'm sure those two would love to hang out a bit more? She nodded at Andy and Erica, still lost in their own little world

Evan: I couldn't help but chuckle warmly as I observed them Okay… you're right… let's not separate them just yet.

Erica's mom: She nodded agreeing If you handle yours, I'll handle mine… there is a nice coffee shop just around the corner, which isn't overfilled with people… they also have waffles and ice cream… my treat she smiled bright Erica! Could you let go of the nice guy for 2 seconds, please?…Erica… Erica!

Erica: She looked up at her mom a bit startled

Erica's mom: What do you say we go get some ice cream with the guys?

Erica: YAAAAY!!! He excitedly wrapped her arms around her moms neck, and let her lift her down on the ground

Erica's mom: Alright chuckled softly So race you back to our table? She chuckled softly as Erica started running, and reached her hand towards us in a greeting manner I'm Sandy btw, it's nice to meet you guys…

Evan: I nodded softly and smiled politely as I grabbed her hand and shook it Evan… it's nice to meet you too.

Erica: Yelling few meters away MOOOOOM are you coming?

Andy: He quickly jumped down from the electricity box and ran towards Erica and they both started laughing loudly

Evan: I nodded in the direction of the two of them and smiled bright And that one is Andy.

Sandy: She chuckled warmly, and I couldn't help but join her.

#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn

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ayxtokamisato · 2 years

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(HIIII IT'S THE DOWNBAD ANNIVERSARY ANON HERE..you can call me aiko)

(Hello mod! HEHEH, THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING MY PREVIOUS ASK! I just wanted to update you that my little anniversary celebration with Ayato was yesterday, and I bought two boba teas for him and myself <3 ~~ofc silly old me drank his for him on his behalf.~~ I EVEN BOUGHT A SLICE OF CAKE AND MADE SOME TEMPURA..)

Ayato, beloved! Did you enjoy our feast yesterday? I really hope it was to your liking, I poured all my heart into it for the sake of seeing that smile of yours which I adore so much. Thank you for being (90%) of my will to live for the past few months. :) days may turn to months, as will those same months turn into years, but I promise you that my love for you will last longer even than the universe itself. <33 The thought of seeing you has always given me a sense of comfort, and being beside you has solidified that fact even more. You better take another break! I don't think yesterday was enough as rest for all those years you've been working...Oh! How about I make you some milk tea? The only difference is, this time, it'll be hot instead of iced? How does that sound?? It's warm, just like your love~ :D

Ayato smiles and listens to you intently, not breaking your flow of sentences. He loves doing that but never to the people he loves. “I whole heartedly loved our feast, dearest. I want to thank you for sticking by me I suppose, even when… heh, even when I’m not so lovable at times; when my duties stand in my way,” he brings you close and kisses your forehead intently. “My love is warmth, then your love is like the snow I miss, adoring, cold and somehow still comforting, only to me,”

Moderator: HELLO HELLO 👋 Aiko! 🫶🏻 glad to see you back! 🥳🍾 Congratulations on your anniversary with Ayato ✨ you should definitely take care of yourself, go out and spend time and have fun! That’s self care right there. 😌 I’m going to treat myself to a cheesecake after a good cleaning the whole house session and spending time with my cat session since it’s the weekend. :DD

#ayato imagines #ayato kamisato #ayato speaks #genshin rp #ayato rp #ayato genshin #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #moderator answers

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spirituallyyellow · 15 days

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15/5/24

When I was on the train home on the very bad day, I was sat next to a window and had my head leaned against it, 'Battle Cries' by The Amazing Devil on repeat, and I had zero thoughts for the first time in my life. I didn't think about a single thing, just watched the landscape pass. I felt no triumph at being alive, I felt no disappointment. Just a grim inevitability. Of course I didn't go through with it. There are too many reasons not to. None that I was particularly excited about, but reasons nonetheless.

N had called me as I got into the train station at Piccadilly, asking when I was planning on getting back to Stoke, and did I want him to come and fetch me from the station. I'd said yeah, I did, and I'd be home in about an hour. He was surprised, but I didn't explain anything. I was just so tired.

I got into Stoke, and where in the morning I had felt extraordinarily, strangely calm and out-of-body, that afternoon I felt very much in my body. I think the feeling could best be described as resigned.

I knew I was going to have to tell N and I was dreading it. I knew I'd have to tell him because Pam and I had agreed that I was going to call her the next day, and I knew she would ask me if he knew and I could have lied but I didn't want to lie to her after everything. So I knew I was going to have to tell him.

I didn't want to. Not because I thought he would be angry at me, but because I knew he would blame himself because of the argument we'd had that morning. And I knew it would become real at that point.

I got into Stoke, got in the car, and he pulled out of the parking space and I said, "I have to tell you something right now, otherwise I'll never tell you. I was going to kill myself today and I sent you that text earlier as an apology and a goodbye."

I know I said more, but I can't really remember. What I do remember is the tiny intake of air and the look on his face when I glanced over at him for half a second. I didn't cry, I stayed very calm. I didn't betray myself.

He said, after a long silence, "Is that why you only bought a single ticket to Piccadilly?"

"It wasn't - I didn't mean to -" I took a breath and then said, "I wasn't thinking about it that explicitly, but... yeah, maybe. Unconsciously."

I had been quite open about my plans to go to Manchester for the day that day; I was bunking off supervision and saying I was too sick to go, but I was going to go to Manchester to wander around in Afflecks and mooch around. I'd bought the train ticket, and then realised I'd bought a single. I'd mentioned it to N and said I'd just buy the ticket back on the same day.

Which is, ultimately, what I ended up doing.

"What are you thinking?"

"I should have realised. This morning, and - I've felt like you were pulling away from me for awhile. I thought you were going to leave me."

"I never wanted to leave you," I said, but instantly, he replied, "Yes, you did. Just in a rather more permanent way than I thought."

There was not really a good reply to that.

We went home via Starbucks, and sat in the car for a long time. I asked him, quietly, if he wanted us to separate.

"No," he replied. "Do you?"

I thought about it for a moment and then said, "No. But I think something has to change. I just don't know what."

He nodded.

We finished our drinks and I showed him the picture of the birthday card I'd seen, the 'congratulations on your ongoing existence' one. We both laughed wryly. "I'm so tired," I said. "Like exhausted."

"You've got D&D tonight," he reminded me. "But you can cancel."

Oh fuck, I thought, and closed my eyes. "No - I won't, I don't want to have to say anything, I'll just... I'll push through. I think it's just going to be combat anyway."

N nodded. "Okay. I'll take over parenting so you can get some rest. What time is D&D?"

I glanced at the clock in the car. "In like an hour and a half."

We went into the house, I put on my mom face, I tidied up the house, I changed into pajamas because I just did not give a shit about how I looked at that point.

Everyone arrived, and I spent four hours focusing on (an admittedly really interesting and dynamic) combat. I even noticed that I was enjoying myself at one point, but it was a small spark in the huge overwhelming shadow of exhaustion. No one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't say anything.

By the time everyone left, my body felt completely devoid of any energy at all. I almost collapsed onto the floor, I could barely stand up anymore.

I went to bed, and stayed there for two days. I slept for sixteen hours and when I was awake, I was so foggy it almost didn't count.

I didn't really pray, but at one point, I felt like I was sitting across from God, both of us just looking at each other, me feeling ashamed and not being able to tell how he felt. I didn't really talk to him, I just kind of sat in the same room as him.

The next day, later in the afternoon, I called Pam and we talked for awhile.

"I didn't know what to say," she said. "All I really know to do is point you back to Jesus. I know it's a cliche."

I smiled a little. "I think I knew that you would, deep down," I replied. "I think that's why I called you. Because I knew you would bring Jesus into it, and that's what I really needed but... I guess didn't know how to do it for myself."

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naughtsonidhi · 1 year

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Adiós hermoso viaje!

Well, here we are about to finish another 365 days, 5 hours and 59 minutes on Earth. Congratulations! for triumphantly eating and excreting, great job you mortal creatures, keep going y'all.. aight chill I'm not going to start ranting about my philosophical frustration (I'll save it for next time). I'm here to tell you that I'm equally glad too, this year was perhaps like a blessing in disguise.

When the year started, I made few terrible and good resolutions, lets keep the terrible ones aside and go through the good one (Yup, there's only one), I planned to finish reading one book per month, and let me tell you about some of them, also please note that I'm no Bill Gates, I am not trying to tell you that you should read them too, the only reason I want to share about them cause I am kind of overwhelmed by how I stumbled upon these good books.

Homo Deus by Yuval Noah Harari : I read 'Sapiens' last year and was blown by the history and evolution that Harari explained to my naïve mind, but this one slapped my leftist beliefs, he articulately brought a bigger picture of human civilization, right from religions to politics, Harari fed me so much of perspective.

The Prophet by Khalil Gibran : I remember reading this one in almost two days cause it was short. I wasn't amused though, it was poetic and full of wisdom but I couldn't consume enough or was very rigid to grasp his simple writing.

The Old Man and The Sea by Ernst Hemingway : Hemingway was long due on my reading list, finally had my hands and mind on it, good story but I felt I was too old for fictions.

The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus : I can keep talking about Camus all day but for now lets keep it short, so this one was a gift to myself last year, it took three damn attempts to reach the actual essay of 4 pages, Camus gave me hard time with all the details he connoted on philosophical suicide, but since then I've managed to imagine Sisyphus happy.

21 Lessons for 21st Century by Yuval Noah Harari : I bought a cheap original hardcover book, and damnson! it was totally worth it, Harari questions everything, morality, faith, future and our actions and he does it so gracefully. Also, I feel so proud for keeping up with all 3 major works.

Treads : A poetry book from Surat's Moonstruck Café, a soothing read. I don't know how I ended up being into poetry but poems are intricate way of expressing and poets are humans full of notions. This book had wonderful sketches and illustrations, felt like an ode for the eyes and heart.

The Almanack of Naval Ravikant by Eric Jorgenson : I must tell you, I was hell skeptical about this one, my homie and I had been to Kitab Khanna and he offered me to pick any book I like, it was on him, so like a crazy Camus fan, I searched the whole place for his work and was disappointed to hardly find any, so he ended up by picking this one, when I completed this one, it felt like a breakthrough of my life, it was truly good.

Free Will by Sam Harris : On my solo trip to Jaipur this year, I stayed at Zostel and I found this book in their shelf, although I had carried a book already in my bag I couldn't help my self from picking this one, I literally held my self from sleeping that night, I thought I could simply complete it before I left (which I did), so that I wouldn't have to buy it later (yeah so gujju of me). This one was a bit nerve opening (hah! if you know what I mean), the scenarios that Harris presents are unanswerable, we (humans) are truly complex in nature, also yes there is no free will biochemically.

The Power of your subconscious mind by Joseph Murphy : Back in 2019 my biological brother gifted me this one, I kept procrastinating to even start, I feel so stupid for not considering as a decent book, but this year I wanted to get it off my list, and when I did, it felt like a relief, it was like a band-aid on my scar and as I believe, better late than never. I am just glad I could finish it with an open mind.

So, yeah I'm only 9 (books) down this year, people often tell me I seem like a person who reads a lot, but that's barely true, I just attempt to, cause books give purpose, there is so much to learn, feel, and fathom. I was adamant on reading self help books and so far was engrossed with philosophical ones, but here I'm open to all of it out there, so this year even though I couldn't keep up my resolution of reading 12 books, I feel like I've still made it. I also tried reading Orwell's 1984 and Shakespeare's A Midsummer's night dream and even Julius Caesar but I put them down from halfway, maybe when the right time comes I would complete them.

So to all my homies who share, suggest and encourage me often. Right from reading Aeon essays together, to gifting me great books, letting me share books with a note on it (that's my absolute favorite thing to do), also, sharing articles, passages, quotes' and even standing by me when I buy books, I'm grateful that y'all exist. Also to someone who is probably living in minus 3 degrees, my muse for reading and my reading list is inspired by you, so if the universe can conspire my message, I'd thank you.

Its been a wonderful journey, each book has mended me, held me, questioned me and consciously changed me.

#dark academia #albert camus #sam harris #yuval noah harari #gibran

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primofate · 3 years

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Hi! Congrats on 2000 followers! 🎉💖

Could I request Cinnamon Sugar Waffles with Zhongli please?

Thank you and congratulations again!

Thank you so much dear! :D I believe two of you asked for this, so far. So here it is.

If you guys missed it. Here’s the menu to my 2k followers event:

https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/660337440627785728/2k-follower-event-pancake-waffle-cafe

Cinnamon Sugar Waffle (“I change my mind, I like you, okay?”)

Note: Zhongli would never outright say something like that so... I tried my best. IT’S REALLY MILD ANGST I FEEL LIKE IT’S MORE FLUFF HAHA I’M SORRY

Zhongli

“That poor girl,” Hutao said, in a not so remorseful voice. In fact, it sounded as if she was having fun in explaining your situation. Zhongli looks up from his tea to the Director.

“You are referring to...?” Zhongli trails off, not quite sure what his current boss meant. Hutao merely ignored him and hummed to herself, looking busy with papers. Zhongli stares at her. Patience was not an issue with Zhongli, even with Hutao.

But the Director continues to hum to herself, glancing at the clock and merely excalimed, “7:00 on the dot!” her head swerves towards the door of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. As if a fortune teller, there’s a knock. “Come in!” Hutao sings, and in you come with a package in your hand. “Hutao, Zhongli, good evening!”

Zhongli smiles out of courtesy. Ah. She was talking about you. Perhaps about the fact that you visited every day just to drop off fresh tea leaves. For him. “Y/N,” Zhongli curtly greeted and braced himself for another round of you explaining what type of tea leaves you’ve brought today.

The first few times was rather amusing. Informative, even. For someone like him who had seen nearly everything and with the experience of 6000 years, he still managed to learn something from you, albeit just a little. Most of the tea leaves you bought, he was aware of its history, its uses and its benefits. Weeks later when you still continued to visit, on the dot, Zhongli started to wonder if this had become some type of hobby for you. I didn’t bother him at all, but he was curious as to why you did it. Hutao suddenly excused herself, saying that she needed another piece of document from another room.

“How are you today, Zhongli?” You asked and took out a small sachet full of dried leaves. “Quite a mundane day,” he answered, and pushed away some documents to make way for you. “Today is a special blend! I mixed it myself,” he watched how your eyes sparkled as you told him about your special blend of tea. A mix of dried berries and ground Camellia leaves. Invigorating you say, for days where one is a little more tired than usual.

It then suddenly occurs to him that you are doing this for him. Zhongli is far from dull-witted. Hutao was not present at the moment, and you only ever explained the tea leaves to HIM and not the Director. Nevertheless, he continues to watch you explain the other benefits of it, and its taste, then after putting back the small pouch into the paper bag, handing it over to him.

Zhongli accepts it but clears his throat slightly. “Y/N,” you tilt your head in question at his sudden, somewhat serious tone. “Yes?” He’s silent for a moment, ruminating on what to say. “Pardon me for inquiring and I do not mean to imply any hostility, but...” he fixes his gaze on you, “perhaps you’re allocating too much time on this?”

You frown a little. He says that he didn’t mean any harm, but it sounded as if, in his own careful, sophisticated and nice words, that you were wasting time on it. Or were you just imagining it? You decide that Zhongli isn’t that petty, and smile in return “It’s only really one hour out of my day...” and without hesitation you add, “and it’s for you, so I don’t mind at all.”

Zhongli only hums in understanding. He senses that this is more than just a daily visit for him to be healthy and drink tea. “I see,” then there’s a small tension in the air. An awkwardness that hangs between the two of you until he breaks it. “I still have some tea from last time, you see, and the day before that...” your cheeks start to heat up in embarrassment, because you know what he’s implying before he even finishes. He was just too nice to say it outright: you were coming by too much and too frequently.

“Ah, yea, I...see,” then you push the paper bag further towards him before bowing, “I’m sorry to bother you then, I’ll see myself out,” still you smile and still he smiles, just to be polite. He...hadn’t really planned for you to feel small or terrible about it. Perhaps him trying to be indirect and dropping hints was more hurtful than the truth.

Since you had gotten the hint, for the next few days you had neither dropped by nor seen the man. It wasn’t strange to Zhongli. He went by his tasks and day as usual. But something strange happened by the seventh day. There was a distinct feeling of “something is missing” as if his every day routine had not been completed and it left him a little antsy.

It was similar to having an itch that one couldn’t scratch.

He was unsettled. He merely thought that it was something that would pass but by the 11th day, the itch just got worse.

He’d made a mistake. It was not just the fact that the routine was broken, but more about the unease and uncertainty. Were you doing well? What kinds of things had you been doing the past few days? Was it his words that had forced you to stay away or were you perhaps actually occupied with your own business? Either way...maybe it was his turn to visit.

“...Hutao, would you happen to know where Y/N resides?”

Hutao giggles happily, Zhongli raises his eyes at the sudden sound. “Finally giving in, huh?” He doesn’t reply, but he still receives directions to your house, which he visits, at 7:00 sharp.

You’re beyond surprised to see him standing outside your door and for a minute you wonder if he was lost. “...Y/N, have you been well?” He doesn’t ask to be invited in. What right did he have? The only thing you do is open the door a little wider and smile at him, as if nothing had happened. “...Quite...a mundane few days,” a grin appears on his features, knowing that you had thrown him the same reply as he did that day.

“I must say it’s been the same for myself,” you chuckle, thinking that he had nothing more to add. “perhaps a little more mundane than usual, I admit, without your presence around,” you freeze at the words. Eyes trained upon him and unsure of what he meant. You tear your gaze off of him in slight embarrassment, turning to the ground. “Mmhmm,” yet again there’s a bit of silence hanging around like a curtain concealing and separating the two of you from the rest of the world.

Like the two of you were in your own world.

He speaks up first, voice smooth and low. “...would you be opposed to the idea of me visiting you instead?” because he thinks you’ve done your fair share of work. You’ve done your fair share of showing interest. And try as you might to stop your lips from curling upward, you fail at it, showing a slightly lopsided smile. “No, I would love that,”

“7:00 on the dot?

“7:00 on the dot.”

#zhongli x reader #zhongli slight angst #zhongli fluff #primofate 2k follower event #genshin fluff

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years

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Hello... this is a bit of an emergency request cuz I feel like sht rn... bit of a backstory, I won a contest in our school. They’ve given me prizes, praises, etc etc... but I still feel disappointed and self conscious, like what if they take that back? What if I didn’t really win and it’s all just a mistake? It’s because I am so used to losing and now that I’ve won something, I feel like I don’t deserve it... can you do hcs about inarizaki and nekoma about their manager who feels exactly like that? Like they feel like they don’t deserve the praises she’s given? Thank you so much❤️

Anon-chan!! I wasn't planning on posting today but as soon as I saw your request, I could not help myself!! This is an absolute emergency, I hope you're hanging in there, love.😭😤💖

I know this might be out of the blue, but you are lovely, talented, and wonderful, and you really do deserve all the praise you're receiving for your win! I'm so proud of you, congratulations!! and I'm so happy to have such a talented and wonderful individual reading my work and supporting me.

If you need to chat about this, my DM's are open. I love you, Anon-chan, and I hope you enjoy these soft comforting headcanons I've written for you.

(these lil fishies are rooting for you too!!)

Comforting their adorable manager

Characters: Nekoma X fem! manager, Inarizaki X fem! manager

Warnings: none, maybe mentions of self depreciation.

Nekoma

Let's start with our favourite cat team :) You've entered a competition in school, after our sweet Yaku signed your name up.

“Ku? Why'd you do that?” you asked him. You were apprehensive about joining the competition because you weren't sure if you could handle the disappointment of losing.

But one look at Yaku's excited face and warm smile made you reconsider.

You handed in your submission, with support from the entire team, and promised yourself not to think of it, eventhough it silently bit away at the back of your mind.

Days had passed, and finally, it was the day of the awards ceremony, which the entire team insisted on attending.

You tried persuading them not to come, but they wouldn't hear of it. “Kitten, we're here to support you, just go out there, and believe in yourself the way we do, okay?” said Kuroo with a soft smile on his face.

You nodded, but you didn't really think you might be the winner of the competition.

The principal finally announced the name of the winner, and the words "y/n, l/n" left his lips. You were in disbelief and shock. Did you really win this?

The excited cheer from your cat babies confirmed it, as you walked to the stage to receive your prize.

Yamamoto wrapped you in a hug, and he was joined by the rest, quickly forming a group huddle, with you in the middle. “I'm so proud of you, y/n!” said Yaku with a knowing smile.

You didn't know why, but you felt empty. Unworthy. What if it's all just been a mistake, and I don't actually deserve all of this? These thoughts ate away at your happiness and you felt yourself feeling upset, and turning rigid in the group hug.

Kenma immediately noticed, and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting way.

“Are you okay, kitten?” he asked you in an affectionate way, which was rare for him. You felt so comfortable in the boys' presence that you broke down in tears in front of them.

They steered you away and out of the auditorium. Kai gently wiped your tears. He felt horrible, knowing you felt sad, and desperately wanted you to smile, and be happy again.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” asked Yaku in a warm tone. He engulfed you in a hug, and gently rested your head in the crook of his neck. “Is everything okay?”

You confessed to him, and the rest of the team that you felt unworthy of receiving the prize, and your fear of it being taken back at some point, which left you empty and insecure.

Inuoka softly ruffled your hair. He wanted to cheer you up desperately. “Y/n-chan, I think you deserve it. You've been working so hard on your submission, I would've been surprised if you didn't win.”

“Yeah! You're talented and dedicated, not to mention extremely hard-working. The school board doesn't make mistakes when selecting winners, kitten.” said Kenma with a straight face.

It cheered you up, when you heard their words, especially Kenma's. You knew he'd never lie.

Yamamoto pushed through and effortlessly placed you on his shoulders, “let's buy ice cream to celebrate our nekoma queen's well deserved win!”. He had replaced the comforting atmosphere with one of energy and happiness.

“yes, let's.” said Kuroo with a grin. The team followed behind you and Yamamoto, eager to spend more time with their precious manager.

Kuroo bought your favourite ice cream up to you when you reached, and Yamamoto let you off his shoulders whilst he went to buy his own.

He laughed when he saw you got some on your nose, and wiped it away gently, giving you a small kiss after he was done.

“you deserved your win today, my little kitten” was all he could say before giving you a wink and stealing some of your ice cream. “and you'll win again, okay? We believe in you.”

Inarizaki

It's the last match of your competition, and you're filled with energy and adrenaline. Your entire volleyball team is at the bleachers, there to motivate and support you.

It's finally a match point, and the whole gym goes silent as you earn the final point, thus making you the victor. The twins are exploding with happiness, and Suna's recording it, determined to capture this priceless memory forever.

You happily wave back at them, until a feeling of fear and unease rushes over you, causing you to lurch, discomfort evident on your face.

The team picks up on it immediately, and wait for you to receive your prize before rushing over to you to congratulate you.

Atsumu picks you up and spins you around before peppering kisses over your face. He's like an enthusiastic puppy, and you forget about your unease for a little while.

“Congratulations, y/n-san”, says Kita. He's so proud of you, and looking into his eyes, his feelings reflected in them, you begin to sob quietly.

The team gets very protective of you, and Aran scoops you in his arms as the rest of the team follows him out, forming a protective circle around you.

“What's wrong, oni?” (btw!! headcanon that Osamu calls y/n, "onigiri", "oni" for short, because he loves y/n, and he loves onigiri :D)

You tearfully look up at him and express your fear at not deserving the prize or your win. “What if they recount the matches, and I'm not actually the one with the most wins? I feel so empty, and I'm not used to winning, this feels so strange and beautiful, I'll be heartbroken if it's taken away. I'm not worthy of this...”

Their hearts squeeze at your confession. How could you, their precious, beautiful, talented manager ever doubt herself?

Suna is the first to speak, and he leans down to you and wipes your tears before they fall. “If only you saw yourself the way I see you, y/n. Then you'd understand how talented and worthy you really are.”

You blushed at Suna's words, but Kita continued the momentum. He wanted to make sure you understood. “You won, y/n-san. It's evident that you're the best here, and you deserve every single congratulation and word of praise you get.”

Aran is just patting comfortingly on your shoulder and giving you the physical affirmation to let you know that he is there for you.

Osamu then feeds you an onigiri, and smiles. “Let's go home, Oni, we'll have a cheer-up session there.” the team's main objective now is to have a relaxing and soft afternoon, whilst taking care of their tired and demotivated little princess. They can't bear seeing her sad.

Atsumu takes your hand in his and you guys make your way to the twins' house.

When you arrive, Atsumu carries you and places you on the couch. Osamu is hunting for food in the kitchen, as Aran finds a blanket to wrap your legs with, seeing how you get cold easily.

Suna rests his head on your blanketed lap and falls asleep immediately, and you quicky follow suit, sleeping on the couch.

“Yer not gonna believe what—” announces Osamu, but he's cut off by the team, noticing you and Suna asleep. They're all silently seething with jealousy, and Atsumu makes his way beside you and leans on your shoulder.

“Nap time, I suppose. She must be tired. Being the best is hard work, after all” says Kita fondly, as he cuddles up to the other side of you.

Osamu settles down next to Atsumu and glares at him, he wants to be near you too, but he suffices by gently holding your hand. I want to be closer, but this is enough for now, I think. He too succumbs to slumber, next to his twin.

The last, Aran, wraps another huge blanket on the team, and positions himself next to Kita. The team enjoys a peaceful afternoon with you, reminding you of a silent message that you'll always have them.

“I think you're so amazing, and I hope someday, we'll show you exactly how amazing you are”

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lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs · 2 years

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Yesterday and today was fun. Kinda forgot how amazing birthday can be

Yesterday my boyfriend came over and we were super sneaky, because he's trans and my parents don't know we're dating and we made it look like we're just...gal pals. We had a lot of fun together, I laughed a lot. And peeps from Discord were so nice! I didn't expect that at all (I'm looking at you, Ray, I'm gonna cherish this model sheet until the day I die). Thanks everyone for your congratulations! It made me feel special :D

Today I went with my older sister to a mall and. WE. HAD. SO. MUCH. FUN

She bought me the book! "The Lost Ones"! THE ORIGINAL!! Gonna take me some time to read it, but I hope it's gonna worth it

I tried boba tea for the first time. And now I understand why so many people love it so much! It was good! Also tried a black ice cream called "black strawberry dessert" or something and that was good too. Not only because my stinky brain went "oooohhh, ink!", but also because ice cream was actually tasty.

And we also found this "sweet corner" where they had sweets from other countries. Got myself some pop tarts, heard they are popular in America

All in all, those two days were surprisingly fun, I had a blast! But now I realized I haven't done anything, oops

Time to draw some sketches kgkgkgkg

#that's me #mun talks #happy birthday to me

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Hi hiiii~ I'd like to request Kazunari's, Hisoka's and Omi's reactions for when you hug them from behind when they don't expect it! UwU Backhugs are the best 👌 💓

This gave me JOY. ow I wish I could backhug everyone I know.

Please enjoy!

Kazunari

Surprised backhugs are like, his most favourite thing ever??

I mean, it’s Kazu. Whatever you do would be his favorite thing.

But really, he just loves being surprised with hugs. He’s a pretty much straightforward guy and used to initiating things, no prob up until there.

But oh man, when you come to him like that…? He’s pure joy.

He’ll even jump up and down with you laughing clinging on to him. He then usually asks you how your day has been.

If he’s having a bad day, it’s you and your hugs are what he needs, he learned. Total recovery within seconds verified

Lot’s of selfies with you back hugging him. He loves it.

“I made it!” you put your arms around his neck from behind. You had spotted Kazunari sitting on the bench and decided to surprise him with a hug “What are you working on? Not sure what it is but looks great”

The blond jumped startled at the contact but that only lasted a second, laughing “Y/N, you’re looking bomb today too!” he squeezed you back, kissing you on the cheek “Look. You are witnessing the very first draft for the Open art Competition of next month! Pretty dope, don’t you think?”

He turned to you, excitement in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling his enthusiasm contagious “You bet!” you released him so he could get up “You ever done this before?”

“Nah, this is a pretty big deal… it would be incredible to just make it to the finals though!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Are you sure it’s him?” you talked to your, what seemed to be a walkie-talkie, seriously.

“Yup! I can distinguish Kazu from suuuper far!”

“Cool, keep your eyes on him Misumi. The moment he can see you, leave your roof position and come down.”

“Roger!”

Yuki narrowed his eyes at your exchange while everyone else kept finishing their tasks “I know the celebration is for Mr. Extrovert… but you being here almost feels like HE is here.”

“That’s what I like to hear, dear Yuki” closing the call with Misumi, you nodded to yourself as you turned around the living room clapping your hands loudly “Okay everyone! Target’s on his way. 500 meters, everybody to his positions, this is not a drill!”

“D-did we have specific positions?” Muku looked around in panic.

Tsuzuru entered the room. “Do we really have to turn off the light? It’s still daylight. Miyoshi-san will see us either way.”

Omi laughed, leaving the last dishes on the table as Homare appeared with Tasuku and a sleeping Hisoka..

“Oh my, this celebration will be sublime! Ah, to gather all of us here together and alude at the majesty of the arts…! I’m thinking of a poem that-"

“Please don’t.” Tenma pleaded at the mere thought “We’ll have enough art once Kazunari arrives.”

Izumi approached you smiling. “This is so exciting.”

You beamed at her. Kazunari had just called you that morning saying he had received a notification that he had somehow gotten first prize at the contest.

And so, being the amazing partner that you were, you decided to prepare a small surprise to celebrate his achievement; He deserved it and everyone had been more than happy to try and come to help.

“I’m home fam!”

Kazunari took off his shoes and waited for the usual noise coming from inside. Nothing.

Confused, he opened the door to the living room when-

“SURPRISEEEE!!”

You jumped on him from behind “Congratulations on your first prize, Kazunari!!”

“Wait, what-! Y/N? Guys?? What are you- is this for me?” he looked around, his mouth open in shock.

“Well, it’s definitely not for anyone that enters.” Banri smirked.

Izumi looked at you “Y/N told us about your win, so everyone tried to make it to congratulate you.”

Kaunari turned to you awestruck. “Wait… really?” you nodded, still not letting him go. “Oh man, you are goals Y/N!” he smiled hard. His heart felt warm and loudly in his chest. He loved you SO much.

Taking his phone out, he looked at the rest “Come on! Everyone gets inside this selfie saying: Wiiin!”

“Wiiiin!”

Hisoka

This man I swear.

Forget about the surprising part, It’s so difficult to even give him backhugs.

Not because he doesn’t like them.

He’s just always laying around??

He definitely has a thing for lap pillow but enjoys when you come and squeeze him too.

Having you by his side relaxes him, knowing you’re close.

He grumbles whenever you finish backhugging him to move or go somewhere.

This was your chance. You knew it.

You had come before hand to the dorm, Tsumugi opening the door for you and accompanying you to the living room.

“Thanks again Tsumugi-kun. Sorry for calling you unannounced.”

"Don't worry. I'm happy I happened to be here to open you" The blue-haired man smiled. “I’m afraid Hisoka-kun might still be on his part-time job.” he looked at his watch.

You nodded. You counted on that. “It' fine. Now, this is going to sound really immature Tsumugi-kun, but I really want to surprise him with a hug from behind.”

He laughed. “Rigth. Hisoka-kun seems always at peace when you hug him."

“I also like the surprise part a lot," you moved around the living room. It was shockingly empty given the time. “but I still have to catch Hisoka unaware- or not laying around somewhere. Whatever comes first ”

“Sounds difficult.”

You were about to answer when you heard two distinctive voices coming from the entrance.

“Mikage, go at least to the living room before you collapse. You’ll bother everyone.”

“Tasuku… up.”

“Like hell I will. What am I, your babysitter?”

You turned to the winter troupe leader and started pushing him “Okay, this is it! l’ll hide behind the door. Stay here and call for Hisoka- and act normal!”

“H-hide…? Confuse but unable to say anything, Tsumugi tried to follow your instructions. Not a moment later, the sleepy member entered the room yawning. “…I’m back.”

“W-welcome Hiso-“

"Welcome back!"

You showed up from behind and jumped as you rested your head on his shoulder from behind, squeezing tight.

He turned to you porker face. “Y/N… were you coming today?”

You frowned. That’s not how it was supposed to be. “This is where you’re supposed to get surprised.”

“But I knew it was you.”

“Uh, now? How?”

“I just knew it.”

“Oh man…” dejected, you were about to release him when his arms stopped you. You tilted your head.

“Don’t go.”

At his childish demeanor, you and Tsugumi exchanged glances and softly laughed. Tasuku entered sighing with a bag of marshmallows at hand. "I’m back. Mikage left this thing around the entrance floor again… ah, Y/N.”

“Hey, Tasuku-kun! Want a backhug?”

The actor frowned confused as Hisoka strengthened his grip, grumbling and heading to the couch with you.

Guess he wouldn’t get one.

Omi

He likes to feel you leaning on him.

I also visualize him also liking being the little spoon but that’s another thought for another day

Anyhow, he’s comforted by your warmth.

He usually can’t help but turn so he can wrap you in his arms. Gives small kisses on your face, squeezing you with love.

I’m melting, you are so precious to him.

“Is this everything, Y/N-san?”

You smiled at the scriptwriter, wiping the sweat off your forehead “Yes, thank you Tsuzuru. I’m sure you were busy, so I appreciate it.”

He dismissed you with his hands “It’s fine. I’m glad my job as a mover came in handy.” he took notice of the time “ah, but I really should leave for my part-time. You sure it's fine?”

You had managed to find a new place after your roommate had to suddenly go back home due to personals reasons. It had been a nightmare but after a few nights awake looking everywhere, you were able to find a tiny one-bedroom apartment.

You nodded. “Why did I start dating Omi if not to use him as packing mule? He’ll help me unpack.”

“Glad we sorted that out” the tall university student appeared with the last box.

“Okay fine, I guess you’re a bit handsome too.”

He grinned “Where do you want me to put this again?

You hummed while opening the box to see its content “Ah, these are my books. The first room to the right, handsome butler.”

Tsuzuru laughed. “Then I’ll be leaving.”

“Tell everyone at the dorm I left quiche with roasted potatoes and some vegetables in the fridge.” Omi turned to the spring member before entering your place.

“Will do Omi-san.”

“Take care Tsuzuru, thanks again!” Closing the door, you stretched sighing. “Wow, this has been exhausting. Can’t believe I need to open everything again after all the trouble…”

“I’ll make lunch if you start organizing the rooms. Then I’ll help you finish, what do you think?”

……………………………

After a while, you heard a frying noise from the kitchen. Quietly, you stepped in, back hugging him as usual.

“Oh?” Omi turned slightly to see the top of your head, smiling when he noticed you wrapping your arms around him “Hey there, how’s it going?”

“Tiring.” you had your face buried I his back “Thank you for helping me move Omi.”

“No problem. Would have never left you alone to do all of this.”

“…Aren’t you making a little bit too much?” you peeked from behind him, still not letting go. “You know it’s just the two of us, right? No other twenty people to eat the leftovers.”

He laughed, stirring the pan. “I’m just making a bit more so you can have something to eat tomorrow.”

“You are too perfect, you know that?” you smiled. “Thanks.”

He left the pan and turned to finally kiss you as he caressed your arms. “I could say the same about you.”

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I bought myself some cookies because I felt really good about how it turned out If I say so myself! Hopefully you guys like it too 💕

Have a wonderful day!

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