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hxltic · 4 months

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Imagine being the anonymous girl Suna gets absolutely infatuated with at a friend’s party.

🎶 BLAME IT (CLUB MIX)- JAMIE FOXX (FEAT. T-PAIN)

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YOU

He’s sitting comfortably on the couch amongst a group of other guys when you walk in. He doesn’t spot you yet since you direct yourself to the kitchen. Once you return with a drink in your hand, something light and fruity, it’s easy to locate who the coordinator of the party is, considering the entire living room revolves around their friend group and whatever game was on the TV.

Yeah the rest of them were attractive, you observe, but they clearly knew it, talking all loud and sending not-so-subtle flirts to the slightly tipsy girls around them.

Except him. He sat with his arm thrown over the back pillows, other hand grasping the solo cup as the music blares.

His dark brown hair falls over his low eyes, and it looks like he hasn’t said a single word— only sending small nods and lifting his lip the slightest bit into a smile every now and then.

Your thigh-high boots imperceptibly clack on the wood floor with your entrance, but the man’s eyes tell you he hears it. He’s sharp to his senses, making no question there isn’t alcohol in his system.

•———•

SUNA

His friends aren’t discussing anything in particular, just enjoying themselves, some even too much. Nobody was really watching the game anyway.

“Sunarin, ‘yer quiet today,” Atsumu turns to check up on him. He’s not as drunk as he usually gets around this time of night, so his intentions are good.

Aran retorts, “He’s always quiet,” shooting a quick message and taking another swig of his drink.

“Not really. He gets worse than me sometimes.”

This causes Suna to lift his back from the cushion of the couch to defend himself, inducing a hearty laugh from Atsumu (that would laugh at anything).

“Woah woah, let’s not go that far; I’ve seen you butt-ass naked on several unwarranted occasions.”

Atsumu shrugs and Suna rests his case, returning to his previous position, shaking his head at the audacity of the accusation, and bringing the cup to his lips. He resumes what he does best: watching.

It was a good sized party, and usually he knows who will show up, but when he heard you and felt the unknown presence, he knew he hadn’t ever seen you before. If he had, he wouldn’t have to stare as long as he did.

The boots accentuated your legs, stopping at your mid thigh and leaving about two inches of space between that and your tight leather skirt. The material was clinging to your skin in a desperate attempt to cover what it’s supposed to.

Your thighs were big even under the ruched fabric as well. Were you an athlete? Why hadn’t he seen you on campus?

Suna went to take another sip, but this time, the cup lingered at his mouth for a larger amount of time. As he trailed his eyes up your body, admiring the dip of your breasts into the low-cut, long sleeve shirt that was perfect for the cooler seasons in comparison to the bras and single strands of clothes he’s seen, all he’s thinking about is the best way to throw those long legs over his shoulders and which way to flick his tongue to make your hips twist. In fact, they sway back and forth when you walk.

Your plush lips reach the cup in your own hand as you sit on the smaller accent couch to the left of him. The thighs he loves must multiply when you cross your legs one over the other and they smash together, but Suna never even knew legs were a turn-on until he saw you.

Little did he know, the most sober of his friends followed his eyes.

He leans in close, “Fuck, look at that. An absolute dime if I’ve ever seen one.”

Suna ignores him, humming half-assedly in response— but if he would have known he would take it as encouragement, he wouldn’t have done anything at all.

“Hold on.”

He rises from his seat, stalking over to you. The brunette watches the whole thing unfold. A classic.

He holds a hand out in hopes you’ll take it. You do.

He uses the opportunity to take a seat and ask you about your day or where you’re from. You answer.

He brushes your hair behind your ear, mainly because it usually works.

Of course the irritation bubbles in his stomach, but it dies down as quickly as it came. Because he notices things his friend doesn’t.

Your shoulders are tense. Your smile doesn’t even reach the one you walked in with. The leg underneath the top one bounces. And the whole time, you were looking directly at Suna.

A shameless, intrigued stare the two of you shared. The conversation with the man beside you couldn’t have been interesting enough to engage in, but you’d probably feel bad, so you giggle fakely at him every now and then and nod your head. He raises your hand (that he never let go) and brings it to his lips.

Suna’s pride swells when you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you gaze through eyes that haven’t fell from you since you walked in. With one last sip of his drink, Suna tests you, placing the empty cup on the coffee table in front of him while simultaneously grabbing his phone off it. This darts your eyes away and they trail along his movements, negating any doubts he possessed.

Suna smiles one last time and comes to his feet. If you were feeling anything like he was, you would follow behind him.

•———•

YOU

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” You smile at the man before you sweetly. Poor thing, you don’t even remember his name.

Coincidently, he points the direction the mysterious guy went, asking if he needed to lead you there. Your hand pats lightly on his as you tell him it’s okay.

You clench the bag between your fingers and dodge through the crowd of people, only barely being able to keep the head of brown hair in your view. He didn’t even look back.

Finally, he opens the sliding door to the backyard and turns the corner. Of course, you follow.

It’s a little chilly even with only a few inches of your body out when you push the glass to the right, then turn around and close it behind yourself. You observe your surroundings: surprisingly taken care of grass with fallen leaves scattered around, a grill on the pavement, a fence going around the area. The only thing it’s missing are the lounge chairs.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you turn your head to the voice in the dark of night as he approaches you leisurely, “I’d say you were following me.”

His lip lifts upwards once reveals himself under the patio light. He doesn’t stop until he’s less than a foot from you, taller than you’d imagine him sitting down and even more overwhelming when you’re alone.

You retort, making sure to cross your arms and tilt your head just as he did his, “Oh come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t plan this?”

His eyes flicker to your arms, then your chest.

You remind him, “My eyes are up here.”

This catches his attention, eventually morphing his smile into a downturned one. Then he’s moving again, pushing his arms back, shrugging the jacket off, and reaching around your body to throw it over your shoulders.

It was then you realized. You had falsely accused him of thinking about something he shouldn’t be.

•———•

SUNA

He was definitely thinking about something he shouldn’t have been.

He should have never looked down.

The hanging gold jewelry rested just before the divot of your breasts. It was then he noticed the bumps prickling at your skin that signify your temperature, but even though there was good intent, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about other things that would rest perfectly between them. His hand— the tent growing in his black jeans, perhaps.

Your cheeks flush red at the gesture, and the embarrassment shows itself in the lightness of your voice when you tell him thank you. You press your arms through the jacket and leave it unzipped.

“You can’t get embarrassed on me now.” Suna brings his finger to pinch under your chin. He brushes away the hair in your face from the cool breeze, making you close your eyes as a reflex, then stuffs the hand in his pocket. “Saw the way you were looking.”

And maybe he should have kept the hair there. And maybe he should have stayed in his seat. Because now when your eyes flutter open as he looks down at you, closer, willfully giving him control, he sinks in orbs that could easily end a man. They swam with want, still managing to be big and deer-like even with the desire lurking behind them. The only way he knew it was there was by the way you wouldn’t look back at his own eyes, but his lips.

“You were too.” Your voice floats through his ears, and you finally catch his gaze, but you can’t pick an eye to look in. His thumb comes to prod at your fluffy lip.

“You walk in like that and expect me not to? Look at you.”

He taps your hip with a finger, then nudges you around so your back is to his front. Your fingers gather the hair between you two.

He presses up close, making sure his breath fans on your neck and his hands are gliding up your body. From this high angle he could really admire all of your chest that was on display for him, even as he was pressing light kisses just under your ear. They were warmth in the cold.

His fingers roll over your shoulders that are covered by his jacket. “In this dark, green shirt that matches your skin perfectly.”

“Yeah?” You smile. The last thing you thought he’d say is something you were contemplating while getting dressed.

“Yeah.” He sighs back. His touch creeps downwards, to your upper back, then under your arms and to the side of both your mounds. He doesn’t squeeze them together, but gently rolls his hands around the front.

“Paired with your great posture, so your tits sit pretty.”

You release a satisfied humming sound that stills in the air. When he’s done feeling there, he slides down to your hips, rubbing circles into your back with his thumb using one hand, and the other lining the waistband of the leather skirt.

“And this little skirt that leaves little to imagination.” His voice gets impossibly lower when he says this one, reverberating through your core.

Before you can fall too deep into his complements, you quickly turn yourself around and rebut in the best way you know how to. Aggression.

“Is that all? Or do you want to flatter me some more?” You giggle, gripping onto his hands giddily. You have to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips.

“I can go all day.”

You try to ignore the innuendo and instead focus on the softness of his touch. The cold reddens his cheeks, softening his otherwise sharp features.

“What happened to ‘hello?’ Or ‘My name is?’”

He chuckles, and it’s a more than fulfilling sound. “I think you forget the part where you followed me out here. What if I was a murderer?”

“You wanted me to.”

“I did.”

“And you aren’t a murderer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You would have killed me by now!”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I would’ve kept you around. Too pretty to die like that.”

You shine a bright smile at him and it’s like his world stops. Your face is all red from the complements or the cold, he doesn’t know, but even just holding onto you while you joke outside is enough for him.

“My name is Suna. Rintarō.”

“Suna.” You parrot. He tightens his grip on your hands. “What?”

“It sounds better when you say it.”

You decide to try and press his buttons like he’s done you so far. “It’ll sound even better if I’m screaming it, Rintarō.”

You almost trip with how suddenly he tugs you to his body by your hands, making sure to catch you as he was sure you’d stumble. One hand is firm on your waist while the other is at your nape to crane your neck up to him. Like a switch flips.

“I can arrange that,” he groans into your lips, then he passionately connects them while pulling your waist closer to his.

(He never got your number and only did once he attended every party after that)

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beebabae · 10 months

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Im in love w rockstar! Suna 😫 do you think hed be a solo performer or part of a band (+who would be a part of the band)? 👀

thinking about rockstar bf!suna who is a part of a band with his best friends aran oijiro, atsumu miya, and osamu miya.

rockstar bf!suna who sings lead vocals while playing electric guitar, aran who plays the electric guitar, atsumu who plays drums, and finally osamu who plays bass.

rockstar bf!suna who’s singing the filthiest lyrics about how much he loves his gorgeous girlfriend with a raspy, almost distressed, whiny voice that drives the band’s fans absolutely insane. his trance inducing singing voice paired beautifully with his and aran’s notably skillful strumming of their respective dark red and light yellow electric guitars, atsumu’s riveting display of unexpected talent with his fast drumming on the drumset, as well as osamu’s captivating strumming flow on his dark navy bass.

you and kita are definitely their biggest supporters. <3

+ ik this is gonna sound sooo delulu but rin sings like deftone's lead singer, chino n a hint of alex g. :)

✩ sincerely, b. <3

#hantasbae #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #rockstar bf suna #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader

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prokopetz · 1 year

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The third major revision of the increasingly overwrought tabletop RPG about what if Samus Aran was secretly three to five space gerbils operating a person-sized mech suit is now up.

This is primarily an "expansions and clarifications" type update, with few major structural changes, apart from splitting scenes into multiple types and providing simplified rules for the less critical ones. Those expansions and clarifications are substantial, however, so if you're updating from the previous playtest draft I'd definitely recommend giving the changelog a once-over.

My next steps, in no particular order:

Finish the mech suit upgrades table (there are currently a couple of unfilled slots, and I'd like to bump it up to a full 18 eventually)

Provide some examples of pre-generated space gerbil roles

Discussion of campaign play (including advancement)

Discussion of playing without a GM (possibly including solo play?)

Add a bunch of big stupid random mission tables (needed for both GMless play and hypothetical solo play module)

As always, comments, criticisms, and bizarre rants are welcome. Additionally, this is probably the first major revision of the game where a full end-to-end run is feasible (at least for a one-shot), so if anyone would like to volunteer to run an actual playtest, please drop me a line!

Illustrations by @pencilbrony

Full changelog under the cut:

Space Gerbils Changelog 2023-01-08

Note: all page numbers refer to the PDF version.

Print-and-play token sheet updated with twelve additional papercraft minifigs, courtesy of @pencilbrony

Added a brief inspirational media section (p. 8) and a not-so-brief glossary (pp. 9–14)

Two new full-page illustrations by @pencilbrony (pp. 16, 28)

Added procedures for randomly selecting starting mech suit upgrades and increased number of starting upgrades to 2 (p. 21)

Added two new mech suit upgrades ("Co-pilot Protocols" and "Copy Circuit") (pp. 21–22)

Re-worked "Hyperdrive" upgrade for compatibility with revised critical success rules (below) (p. 22)

Re-worked "Well Maintained" upgrade so that it doesn't require players to keep track of how many times it's been used in each scene; all upgrades are now either "once per scene" or "once per phase" (p. 23)

Added six new proficiencies ("Bodyguard", "Fringe Science", "Machine Empathy", "Motivational Speaker", "Observant" and "Psychic") (pp. 24–26)

Re-worked "Direct Neural Interface" proficiency so that it no longer benefits from cost discounts for pushing yourself (p. 24)

Re-worked "Special Operations" proficiency to be less complicated and (somewhat) less overpowered (p. 26)

Added a note about re-naming proficiencies (p. 27)

Made starting Stress Limit more explicit (p. 27)

Revised phase flowchart to reflect simpified workflow (see below) and made it available as a separate PDF (p. 29)

Re-worked Setup Phase to allow players to choose their initial positions (p. 30)

Clarified that Extravehicular Activity task may not be performed if doing so would result in no space gerbils crewing the mech suit (p. 32)

Revised protocol descriptions (p. 34)

Added rules for multitasking (p. 35)

Clarified handling of Fallout Phase when multiple tests were made in preceding Action Phase (p. 37)

Critical success now occurs on any success where the chosen result shows doubles or better, not just double 6s; critical success and complications may now occur on same test (p. 38)

"Lost" complication re-named "Scrambled", and now disallows Reassigning in following Operations Phase (pp. 39–40)

"Delayed" complication re-named "Time Loss" (pp. 39–40)

Subsection on complications and physical threats removed and replaced with more general discussion of interpreting mixed outcomes (p. 41)

Workflow for End Phase simplified; the End Phase now always follows the Fallout Phase, and its triggers no longer depend on what happened in phases prior to the Fallout Phase (p. 42)

Clarified and expanded End Phase triggers, and included a trigger for all space gerbils Stressing Out at the same time (p. 42)

Added explicit rules for recovering Stress and conditions between scenes (p. 42)

"Hazardous" condition re-named "Unsafe" to avoid potential confusion with scene Hazards (p. 44)

Brief discussion of mission structure added to "Running the Game" (p. 47)

Scenes now divided into two types: engagements and interludes (pp. 49–59)

Re-named Mission Clock to Threat Clock (p. 49)

Expanded discussion of Obstacle traits (p. 52)

Added eight new Obstacle traits ("Barrier", "Cryptic", "Hazardous", "High Risk", "Jinxed", "Small Target", "Stressful" and "Volatile") (pp. 52–54)

"Secure" Obstacle trait re-named "Big Target" (p. 52)

"Consequence" Obstacle trait re-named "Fixed Consequence" (p. 53)

Added rules for scene Hazards (p. 55)

Added discussion of handing the end of an engagement (p. 56)

Simplified rules for handling non-critical scenes and having adventures outside the mech suit (pp. 57–59)

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #space gerbils #game design

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takadasaiko · 10 months

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Luke/Mara fic recs

for the lovely @andrastesgrace

Repair by BananasAreForParties

Mara Jade came to Aran to trade. She acquires nutcakes, Imperials, and one Luke Skywalker, condition: damaged. Hurt/Comfort fic.

Baatir by @jedimordsith

Mara has never had anyone to worry about her when she was ill. Now she has a boss, adopted big brothers, and a Jedi. It’s a lot… but maybe not *completely* terrible.

TwoforOnetober: 31 days of drabbles by @myevilmouse

For October 2021's prompt challenges, enjoy two prompts crammed into one Star Wars 100-word drabble.

5 Time Mara Took a Vacation and the 1 Time She Didn't by @jedimordsith

Mara Jade hates vacation. New Republic law requires she take them every year anyway. It goes... badly.

Welcome to the Family, Bean by UseTheForcePonyboy

The Solo kids visit the Skywalker residence to inspect their new baby cousin.

I have a few too, if you're interested:

A Flicker of Light

A canon divergent AU in which Luke Skywalker is raised within the Empire to be either his father's heir as a Sith Lord… or his replacement.

Near Death Experiences

Every time Luke and Mara run across each other it seems like a new near death experience.

Drawn to Her

Luke visits Mara in the medical wing on Coruscant after the failed Katana fleet mission. Set between Dark Force Rising and The Last Command.

Fix What Was Broken

Mara Jade never wanted to be on Coruscant on the tenth anniversary after the fall of the Empire, but in searching for a quiet place to wait out the festivities she finds she's not alone.

Happy reading!

#Star Wars #Star Wars EU #Luke Skywalker #Mara Jade #SkyJade

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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did it hurt?

an: another lil halloween story with our resident party pooper, osamu!!! enormous shout out to my lovely sweethearts for helping me with some ideas!!!

pairings: timeskip!osamu x fem!reader

warnings: shitty pick-up lines, food mention, alcohol mention, suggestive content, swearing, lowercase intentional, light self consciousness from reader (about a costume)

osamu is nothing if not a team player. that's exactly why he's here tonight. he gave his word, promised to attend the halloween party his friends are throwing, and showed up right on time.

he may be wearing the lowest-effort costume possible; but he's here.

osamu is wearing an old, fades, maroon inarizaki t-shirt with the cheapest devil horns money can buy placed on top of his hair. the horns and shirt don't match at all, but he couldn't care less.

it's not that he doesn't like halloween. he just doesn't see the point of putting so much effort into an outfit that you're going to wear once. throughout his childhood, atsumu was always the one begging osamu to do matching costumes with him year after year. but now that he's older, osamu doesn't feel bad saying no to his brother.

"samu, give me a fuckin' break! you can't be me again," atsumu groans from the bathroom, fixing the vampire fangs he's attempting to place in his mouth.

"yer just jealous that i look better than ya," osamu sighs as he rifles through an old storage bin that they retrieved from their ma's house hours earlier. "i'll come up with something else, i promise."

a good five minutes pass by before atsumu emerges, dressed in a very elaborate vampire costume; fake blood and all. osamu won't admit it, but he does look pretty impressive.

"ya look stupid," osamu sneers before heading out the door. atsumu lets out an exasperated sigh. "i'll see ya later though," he says as the door shuts, ignoring the yell of if yer me i'll kick yer ass as he whistles down the apartment hallway, twirling the devil horns around his finger.

it took a total of three minutes to get ready for the party. he plucked the shirt from the bottom of his dresser and threw on the horns before heading out the door. the drive was less than 10 minutes, and he showed up early to help with food even, in hopes that he wouldn't get razzed for his costume.

"this costume must have taken weeks, huh?" suna asks behind his red solo cup. osamu rolls his eyes. "yer not any better. ya been a damn cop for what, five years now?'

"it hasn't failed me yet. if it ain't broke, don't fix it," suna slaps osamu on the shoulder before throwing a wink his way.

"i'm just glad you're not your brother for once," aran says from atsumu's couch where he's lounging, twirling his lightsaber in the air. "i can't believe you didn't want to be a jedi with me."

osamu finishes plating some of the snacks, nodding at kita who starts to fill some of the drink coolers. "my costume is just fine! i don't know why ya all have to be so annoyin' 'bout it," he huffs, checking the time in hopes that it will be time to leave soon.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit nervous. attending a halloween party where you only know one person? that’s reason enough.

"it's gonna be awesome, these guys are really fun," yachi cheers from the back seat of the uber you two decided to get. she fixes the halo on her head before turning to you. "you know hinata!"

"not really!" you cry, anxiously picking the angel wings in your lap. if anything, at least the two of you match, and she will be easy to find if you need a quick escape. "i feel silly in this."

the car comes to a stop, your stomach flips. you give yachi an uneasy look, which she returns with a warm smile. she grabs your hand and leads you out the car. "you look great! i promise. i bet you fifty bucks some guy will get at least your number," she sing-songs, fixing the halo sitting on top of your head as you roll your eyes.

"come on. at the very least, we get free drinks!" she giggles, pulling you behind her as the two of you walk towards the building. while you follow behind, you can't help the uneasy feeling in your stomach as you stare at your reflection in shop windows. the short white dress, white wings and make-shift halo looked great in the inspiration photos. but now you aren't so confident.

"are you sure it isn't, i don't know, too much?" you mumble as you fix the rhinestones yachi applied around your eyes earlier.

"i'm telling you, you look incredible. we look incredible!" she ensures as the two of you arrive at the building.

as soon as the two of you open the door, you are engulfed with hazy purple lights, light smoke, and the smell of too many bodies in one space. as the two of you turn the corner, each step you take causes music to thump through your body a little stronger. you hold yachi's hand as she weaves you in and out of people, finding her friend at last.

"oh my god, you guys look great!" a very welcoming voice floats over the music as hinata jumps into view, engulfing yachi in a big hug. "i'm so glad the two of you could make it!" he says as he adjust the cowboy hat that went askew. the two of them talk for a bit and you take the opportunity to look around and take everything in. for a party thrown by a bunch of boys, they really pulled out all of the stops. elaborate decorations, tons of lights, and decent alcohol from what you've seen so far.

but, you feel a little weird. almost as if someone is watching you.

from across the room, atsumu notices your halo as it bobbles behind different heads. dying to get a glimpse of you, he peers around different party guests until he can get a better view.

"samu! get over hear right now ya lazy ass!"

osamu pauses his conversation with aran, looking at atsumu with clear annoyance. "what do ya want?"

"yer pathetic costume might just get ya a treat, check this out!"

pulling his brother by the shirt collar, atsumu drags him to a spot where he can see you. osamu stops, mouth falling open as he finally understands why his very rude twin forced him out of a conversation.

standing in the purest, daintiest white dress he's ever seen, you look around with wide eyes. the angel wings flutter behind you as you search for someone, hands coming up every couple seconds to fix your halo. osamu feels his heart skip a beat.

"go talk to her," atsumu encourages with a push, which causes osamu to bump into a few people. as soon as he turns around, annoyance written all over his face, he finds himself right in front of you.

his mouth goes dry. you haven't noticed him yet, thank god. his mind races on what to say to you. you truly look angelic; sparkling eyes, pouty lips, the white of your dress causing you to appear as if you are glowing.

"e-excuse me," osamu shouts, trying not to scare you, but ensuring that he gets your attention at the same time. thankfully you turn around, looking up at him with a sweet smile. osamu thinks that there might be a heaven after all.

"oh, hi!" your voice shakes a little with nervousness before you look him up and down. "wow, look at you! you're my other half,"

"what? oh, yeah," he chuckles, scratching the back of his head. he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "i'm osamu miya," he grins, stretching his hand out to you. you tell him your name as you shake his hand, but he doesn't let go

"can i get ya a drink?" he asks, pulling you towards one of the less populated coolers. you nod, allowing him to lead you. when you reach the cooler, he grabs a cup and tilts his head toward the drinks, and you tilt your head.

"i don't know," you start with a smirk. "something about you says you might not be the most trustworthy," you point to his head.

he shakes his head and chuckles. "what, these?" he copies your motion, tapping the horns. he fills your cup, smiling to himself as you fidget with the hem of your dress. "in that case, what should i believe about ya?" he emphasizes his last word with a tap on your wings. you give him a shy smile and shrug your shoulders, raising your palms in the air.

osamu clicks his tongue as he hands you your drink. you take a sip, looking up at him from the rim of the cup with narrowed eyes.

"somethin' tells me," he leans towards your ear, lips almost brushing against your ear. the plastic of the cup crinkles under your fingertips. "ya might not be as innocent and pure as ya look."

you gasp at the feeling of his lips so close to your skin, pouting slightly as he pulls away.

osamu steps to the side of you to pour his own drink.

"so, did it hurt?"

you quirk an eyebrow at him. the immediate switch of his behavior is dizzying. "huh?"

got her.

"did it hurt? ya know, when ya fell from heaven?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you cover your face as much as you can with your cup and scoff in fake annoyance.

"wow, that's a really good one."

osamu laughs and glances up, spotting his brother and friends on the other side of the room where he left them earlier. atsumu is waving a phone around in the air as his friends give him a thumbs up.

"i got lots more where that came from," he murmurs as he opens up the contact app on his phone. he hands it to you, hoping that the colored lights on the wall hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks. "i'd love to share 'em with ya."

you bite your lip, attempting to calm your rapidly beating heart down. you grab the phone out of his hand, the two of you flinching slightly when you fingertips graze his palm. you type in your information quickly before handing it over to your costume counterpart. as he puts his phone away, you catch yachi talking to some of her friends. she gives you a thumbs up, which quickly turns into a middle finger when you mouth the words fifty dollars at her.

"thank you for the drink," you raise your cup towards osamu. "but i think i'm going to catch up with my friend," you say as you take a few steps backwards.

"c'mon, the night just started! what, ya don't wanna get into any trouble just yet?"

you blush at his smiling form, face far too kind for his impish disguise.

"you know how to reach me!" you shout as you rejoin the crowd.

osamu feels giddy. when he pulls out his phone to see that you saved your name as angel, he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he walks back towards his brother.

for once, osamu is thankful for his lackadaisical view on costumes.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #miya osamu fluff #osamu miya #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #hq fluff #hq x you

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verslxt · 1 year

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Suna x y/n

Suna and y/n are at the store and as they are checking out they run into y/n’s abusive ex and then suna goes into a super protective state that it takes y/n awhile to fix him up after he beat the crap out of him. After the fixing of the wounds they spent the whole night cuddling and comforting each others wounds and feelings.

Idk what this is I was just typing and soo….

okayy i can do that, i might change some things up tho

pairing : suna x fem!y/n genre : fluff?? warnings : mentions of sh, mentions of abuse, suna 'marking' you as his tell me if i missed any songs : daddy issues, karma, i'm yours (sped up), you belong with me

story after the cut :)

you and suna walked into the party. you and suna heard about it from your brother aran so you decided to go. you were in a black top that you thrifted and then cut the front open and laced some shoe string though it with some black leggings and black thigh high boots. you and suna had matching sunglasses on (kinda like these) yours said 'sunas bitch' and his said 'y/ns bitch'. you look over and you see your ex

"baby thats my ex"

"which one. the one before me?"

"the one i told you about the one that stalked me for like 4 months after our break up. the one who gave me the big ass bruise on my ribs"

"oh that fucktard"

"yea"

suna grabs your hand and takes you into a backroom. the party was being held at atsumus house, so he knew this house like the back of his hand. he latched his mouth onto a open part of skin on your collar bone. your breath hitched a little bit. knowing that was right above your seat spot he continued sucking moving up a little bit. after he was done there was a bite mark and a pretty noticeable. you smiled at the new addition. you and suna walk back down stairs just as a new song starts

"i'm a puppet on a string" (brownie points if you can guess the song(hint: arctic monkeys))

you kissed suna and asked him to get you a wine cooler. you walked over to your brother who was hanging out with atsumu, sakusa and kita. you smiled at the four.

"sup fuckers"

"sup sunas bitch" atsumu said, obviously playing off what your sunglasses said

"pretty prominent hickey there" sakusa said pointing at it with a red solo cup in his hand

"oh yea thats just because yunhas here, y'all remember him right"

"i could never forget someone that i beat the shit out of" aran said wiping his nose

you and suna got through the party but as it started to wind down yunha approached you

"bye love you girly" you said blowing a kiss to kiyoko

"hey y/n"

"oh hey yunha"

'i bet you wanna cum on me' (brownie points if you can get this one too(hint: summer walker))

you looked away to see where suna was but he was no where to be seen

"i've been looking at you all night i'm guessing in sunha gave you those hickeys"

'he pronounced his name wrong' you thought to yourself. you mentally rolled your eyes and looked for suna one more time. thats when he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you to face him. thats when you swung. hitting him right next to his eye

thats when suna showed up again. he watched you punch yunha

you got down to his level the 'S' necklace hanging down

"thats what you fucking get you were the whole reason i started to cut" you hit him once more "fuck you bitch and that baby ain't yours. your new girlfriends a slut" you kicked him and hit him once more.

you and suna walked out of the party

"my knuckles hurt"

"well thats what happens when you hit someone as hard headded as him"

"can we go home, i just wanna watch movies"

"of course baby"

you got into passenger seat of the black jaguar and suna drove off. you hooked up your phone and decided to play some music

"ooh i just killed my ex not the best idea, killed his girlfriend next"

the song ended

"i love you, i love how you are never afraid to stand up for yourself. you are such a boss bitch. i'm happy i'm marrying you"

you smiled "i'm happy i'm marrying you too"

you two arrived home a few minutes later

"babe aran sent me a photo and your engagement ring left a pretty big mark"

you smiled. you unlocked the front door and walked inside. instantly being greeted by your golden doodle and pitbull.

"hey luna and yunnie" you pet both of them and walked over to the treats bowl and grabbed two bones "sit!"

you commanded "speak!"

yunnie your golden doodle barked first, gave her the bone. luna your pitbull barked next you also gave her the bone. the two dogs in their cages and suna getting the tv on you went upstairs and changed. into one of sunas shirts and some pajama pants. you threw your hair into a messy bun and took your makeup off. you took your contacts out and put your glasses on

you walked back downstairs and saw suna picked the movie the black phone.

"i know its your favorite movie and you've had a pretty rough day"

you smiled and kissed suna

#suna rintarō #suna x you #suna x reader #haikyuu suna #suna scenarios #suna drabble #suna rintaro x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro haikyuu #hq imagines #suna rintaro imagine

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haikyuofficialart · 2 years

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Ojiro Aran Model Sheet [x]

#haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#ojiro aran #aran ojiro #aran haikyuu #haikyuu!! official art #transparent #hq model sheets #solo aran

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miya-twins · 7 months

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idol au with the twins

I want them to be in a group with kita aran and suna

their agency keeps wanting to sell them as a pair and it works except they can't stop the twins from dunking on each other in interviews. they know they're not supposed to but it's just a reflex for them. cain instinct too strong

they get put in matching outfits to have dance solos together and like they look amazing but as soon as they're off stage they will squabble and accuse the other of being out of sync

there are serious online fights about which twin is hotter, fanbase is divided into stans for either twin as well as a third camp who thinks this is ridiculous because they literally look exactly the same. the twins only fan the flames by each claiming to be the hotter twin, obviously.

kita is the leader of the group and everyone thinks he's flawless and gorgeous even tho he doesn't even know how he got there, but he's decided to do his best since everyone relies on him. aran the twins' childhood friend who just went with them to audition to stop them from destroying some expensive equipment on accident and landing themselves in debt, but he's having fun now. suna's just vibing, thought this would be an easy job since he looks good and singing and dancing seem easy enough, unfortunately starts working hard to meet everyone's expectations, which wasn't his plan

#miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #kita shinsuke #ojiro aran #suna rintarou #haikyuu #inarizaki

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eltulipannegro · 18 days

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Tips para chicas pro-Mía (bulimicas)

Tomar agua antes de comer, pero tiene que ser al menos una vaso, es recomendable si es más por que haci la comida no se dijiere tan rápido y además es más fácil vomitarla, también devén tomar varios tragos de agua mientras comen, no les recomiendo que tomen más agua después de comer ya que si toman mucha agua después de comer, cuando vomiten tardarán más por el agua que tomaron después de comer.

Cuando vomiten dejen sus dedos ahí en el fondo y no los quiten así tendrán muchas muchas náuseas y el vómito saldrá más rápido, me refiero a que en vez de meter los dedos y sacarlos cuando ya sientas que vas a bomitar mejor dejalos ahí puede que te de asco por que tu mano se llenará de vómito, si, pero así es mucho más fácil y May muy rápido.

Cuando coman mastiquen mucho cada bocado y bien esto para que sea más fácil vomitar, y si masticas los suficiente tu vómito se ara más líquido, que mezclado con sólidos, y si tu vómito se hace más líquido vomitaras más fácil.

Para que sus papás no se enteren de lo que hacen, cuando acaben de comer digan que se va a ir a bañar y lleven una bocina y pongan música bastante fuerte y prendan la regadera, así podrían vomitar sin que se oiga, pero igual si practican lo suficiente poco a poco ya no se va a a oír tanto.

Tengan mucho cuidado con los alimentos picosos, les recomiendo no comer muchas cosas con picante, porque al vomitar irita mucho la garganta y la nariz.

Si van a bomitar aga lo rápido de preferencia 1 hora después de comer como máximo, ya que si vomitan muy tarde luego de haber comido los ácidos gástricos se van a mezclar mucho más con la comida y la verdad es que los ácidos gástrico también irritan mucho la garganta y duele pero no solo se los recomiendo por eso si no que si vomitan seguido tarde luego de comer sus dientes ser aran muy feos y la papada crese no presisamente por que estés gorda sino que eso provocan los ácidos gástricos.

También les recomiendo pesarse antes de comer, y luego después de comer, y cuando terminen de vomitar pesen se de nuevo. Ejemplo=

Si yo antes de comer peso: 50.20 kg

Después de comer peso: 51.45 kg

Y luego de vomitar peso: 50.50 kg

Es por que no vomitaste lo suficiente, debes estar segura de que lo has vomitado todo, lo correcto seria:

Que al terminar de vomita pesara: 50.30 kg

Espero mis tips les ayuden princesas mía ^^ 🌷

#ana y mia #inspo #anorecxia #princesas #pro bullemia #bulimima #pro ans #anaymia #pro miiia #anorexigenic #bulim14 #bulimist

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flaresanimedump · 1 year

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Is it Ranpo or Rampo? PSA since the spelling is different between subs:

The real life author Edogawa Ranpo/Rampo was a very cool person. There are lots of fun stories about him, but the thing to know is that he liked Edgar Allan Poe and could speak English. (He liked Poe's mystery stories specifically, Poe having created the proto-Sherlock in his stories about character C. Auguste Dupin).

Why RaNpo: The original author based his pen name on Edgar Allan Poe. Because of the Japanese phonetic system, the first O is considered "soft" and can be skipped over when talking fast, and the W sound is so soft it's often omitted from translation altogether. The Rs are a little more complicated but for the purposes of this explanation I'll just say that soft Rs at the ends of English words are often omitted in their Japanese counterparts (i.e. "computer" is pronounced "computa"), and Japanese doesn't have an L sound exactly, so the R in Ranpo is a stand-in. Thus:

Edgar Allan Poe -> Edga aran po -> Edgaa ranpo -> Edogawa Ranpo -> えどがわ•らんぽ ->　江戸川•乱歩

So this makes it seem like a no-brainer to spell it Ranpo. I'll give another point in Ranpo's favor: Japanese does not have a stand-alone character for M. Each Japanese character has at least two letter sounds in it and one is always a vowel (thus "do" instead of just "d" in Edogawa). Vowel-only sounds are an exception to this rule. They have characters that represent solo A, E, I, O, U sounds - and one for N. ん is just the letter N. They do have the M sound of course, and Ranpo is written "Ra-n-po" so this must mean it's Ranpo, right?

Why RaMpo:

Now it gets complicated. As previously mentioned, Edogawa Rampo could read and speak English. He couldn't write it, however, and so in the 1950s he collaborated with a translator to translate his works into English. His chosen romanization of his pen name? Edogawa Rampo.

Now we KNOW he knew better. He can read English and he's a huge Poe fan, he knows this isn't how Allan is spelled. I haven't been able to find anything on his reasoning, but nobody in the US even realizes this is a play on Poe's name upon hearing it, so I doubt copyright had anything to do with the spelling (and they got way fewer claims for that in the 1950s anyway). I will say that I've seen quite a few Japanese people choose handles related to things they like in German/English and then choose to spell it differently in the romanization, so it might just be for fun. But whatever the reason, the fact remains that Edogawa Rampo himself spelled it Rampo.

On the use of ん, a translator friend of mine once explained the phonetics of the ん character to me. If you're an avid weeb you might have seen "senpai" spelled "sempai" on occasion. You know how the letter A has long and short pronunciations (denoted by "ā" and "ă" respectively)? Similarly, ん has 4 different pronunciations depending on the sounds around it. The most common one is indeed the N sound English-speakers are familiar with, but if ん comes before a sound where your lips press together (such as M, B, or P) it's pronounced like an M. Rampo has one of these sounds following the ん. Certain style guides advise using the letter M in this case.

Since these style guides are prevalent in Japan, it's possible that Edogawa was just following one of those in his chosen translation. Or he might have been being artistic. Someone out there may know but I sure don't.

As a final note for Rampo, all of the official Japanese merch uses the M spelling. I take any and all official merch spellings with a grain of salt, but in this case it's very consistent. Funimation's written romanization has been Rampo (check season 2), but Yen Press has used Ranpo.

So what's the answer?

Technically both are "right," it just depends on your style guide (and, personally, I like Ranpo better), so the answer is... use whichever you like! Such is the way of romanization in anime fandoms.

#edogawa ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #but sadly there's more evidence for RaMpo #I will be ignoring it #update: I blame dyslexia for not noticing the Yen Press translation of the manga uses Ranpo #as do the scans #THAT is how the spelling got popular lol #analysis

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dannymultipersonaje · 14 days

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Ideas desperdigadas sobre Optimus siendo el mimado que me gusta escribir

Primero: Ideas para Transformers Animated

Optimus es abandonado en Aranic 7 (olvide como es escribe) pero en vez de ser un tecno-organico es un Mech Amnesico sin armadura (porque al parecer sin metal las arañas realmente no te atacan) que es encontrado con los Decepticons y sin saberlo activaria sus protocolos de protección (protecticons ha!), siendo llevado a la nemesis y teniendo que ser atendido con especial cuidado porque se niega a usar armadura (después de todo aun tiene traumas por que las arañas de A7 comen metal duro), los decepticons se apegan automaticamente a el (incluso starscream, porque esto es auto complasencia de la ideista/escritora), los decepticons estaran rabiando cuando descubran como llego el ahí

Bajo la idea anterior y solo como suplemento, Blackarachiana existiendo y encontrandose a Orion (nombre dado al Optimus amnesico) por la nave. Blackarachiana planea vengarse, volviendose su amigo y matandolo, pero luego de hablar con el, Orion Admite recordar un poco de porque estaba ahí, buscaba a alguien, pero no sabe si lo encontro, solo sabe que todo daba miedo (BA no lo perdona realmente... solo reflexiona, pero no va a matarlo ahora, y menos porque su jefe, Megatron, se enamoro)

Ideas de Earthspark

1) Optimus después del desastre del fin de temporada entra en depresión, sintiendose inutil y una basura por arriesgar a todos, pero finge que todo esta bien, que no hay problema, y más porque Megs tiene problemas de ansiedad por perder el control sobre simismo (Esto es superado, esta idea se sentra en Optimus).

Pero Optimus se rompe, después de un regaño severo (y bien intensionado) de Dot sobre la confianza y cuidar a la familia, Optimus no puede evitar estar apretando su brazo y finalmente lo aplasta (mucha sangre/energon, es desagradable)

Optimus huye escondiendose en uno de los hangares de la nemesis (que ya no estaba en uso mas que de almacen, Ark tambien, pero penso que nadie lo encontraria ahi).

Es encontrado por Elita o Megatron (o ambos) y es confrontado, aunque intenta negarse finalmente admite no estar bien, que solo queria ser mejor

2) (Esto me lo robe un poco de otro fanfic) (supongamos que todo esta bien de nuevo y que se ha echo una realidad estable)

Optimus tiene depresión pero nada grave pasa hasta que todos sus amigos (autobots) se encuentran ignorando sus llamadas o cancelando sus reuniones de ultimo momento cada vez.

Hasta que optimus simplemente se harta y decide alejarse, obviamente sus amigos intentan acercase de nuevo, pero Optimus los aleja, (esto me lo robe directamente pero me encantaria ver a alguien escribiendo sobre esto, Jazz pide disculpas por estar dejando plantado a Optimus y Optimus no las acepta, Prowl que estaba cercas y es Conjuntx de Jazz discute que Optimus que deje de creerse tan importante y que el mundo no gira al rededor de el), obviamente sus problemas solo se aceberan.

Pero una noche es secuestrado de su habitacion por Cyclonus y Tailgate (Solo queria meterlos, proque son mis chicos sabes?) y llevado a la habitacion de Megatron o Elita (ambos si te gusta)

Elita/Megatron lo empiezan a cuidar obligandolo a dejarse mimar y atender sin importarle nadie más que el (Algo dificil porque 1.- esta desconfiado y receloso, y 2.- se siente mal aceptar todo esto sabiendo como se comporto)

3) SIMPLEMENTE NECESITO A OPTIMUS MIMADA O SIENDO JODIDO HASTA LA INCONCIENCIA (o hasta esa conciencia brumosa que escriben algunos autores).

#Megatron #transformers earthspark #transformers animated #Optimus Prime #elita one #megop #Megoplita #Mujeres con pinchos

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supermachoman · 3 months

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combining my bg3 nerdism with my punchout obsession

all of them would be monks in some way bc. panching. but theyd be multiclassed and use it during their fight, with the exceptions of glass joe and sandman as i think it makes more sense for them to just be monks as first and last bosses

i made this a while ago and dont remember most of my reasoning for the subclasses. just go with it. OH and i wanted only one for each multiclass, so no repeats.

if i fucked up dnd lore look AWAY im a bg3 and d20 boy im not hardcore

this is super lazy

glass joe- monk (way of mercy)

like i said, hes just a monk with no multiclass since hes the starting/warmup boss. he hasnt got enough exp yet

von kaiser- monk (way of the sun soul) & fighter (battle master)

i mean, with his soldier-y theme, both in appearance and voice, i feel him being a fighter is just the obvious choice. plus it feels like an easy jump from solo monk to fighter-monk

disco kid- monk (way of the shadow) & bard (college of valour)

hes groovin, and his dance theme is more prominent than flamenco's so it feels more appropriate to give it to disco. plus his headphones. enough about bards who play music give me interpretive dance bards

king hippo- monk (way of the ascendant dragon) & wizard (transmutation)

okay king hippo was the last one i chose a multiclass for and wizard was the last free class. ig he could be artificier but wizard felt more regal, like royal wizard. not too much reasoning for this one tho sorry lol

piston hondo- monk (way of the long death) & paladin (devotion)

another one i feel is relatively obvious. hes dedicated to what he does and seems to do nothing but train according to cutscenes. idk what to say hes just. paladin

bear hugger- monk (way of the sun soul) & druid (circle of the land)

i mean dudes best friend is a bear and he brings a squirrel into the ring. hes already a bear in two senses of the word, why not add a third and make it more literal? sure hed love to chill with mrs bear

great tiger- monk (way of the four elements) & sorcerer (wild magic)

i remember my subclass reasoning and it was just. three clones and him in his cutscene equals four. and they seem to have different "elements" associated with each. that said sorcerer feels like The Most obvious choice of the lot. he uses his magic naturally and deftly, but his knockout cutscene betrays a sort of lack of control he may have, so i went with wild magic. i could just as easily see draconic though and give him some cool tiger-like face scales.

don flamenco- monk (way of the open hand) & ranger (beast master)

hes a toreador and punts a bull into space, a class with an advantage over animals is the easy choice. plus based on vibes alone, rangers feel patient and wait for prey like he does in his fight

aran ryan- monk (way of the kensei) & rogue (arcane trickster)

honestly all the rogue subclasseses work with aran but i went with tricksger bc i felt more general. i dont think hed actually kill someone and theif was too specific for the general mayhem he causes. plus hed absolutely use illegal magicks in the ring.

soda popinski- monk (way of the drunken master) & cleric (war domain)

obvious subclass is obvious. cleric bc he heals himself in battle by drinking soda. war domain bc none of the others rlly fitt

bald bull- monk (way of the long death) & barbarian (wildheart)

okay a *lot* of the boxers could be barbarians but i feel like bull is the one with the most obvious "rage" mechanic, being his charge. wildheart bc bull theme

super macho man- monk (way of the astral self) & warlock (the archfiend)

i think smm was another one i did last but him selling his soul to be a rich and famous pro boxer feels fitting. i dont remember my reasoning for his astral subclass but i remember i really liked it so take my word

mr sandman- monk (way of the open hand)

again as i said before, i wanted him to be a "back to basics" sort of fighter. taking what mac should know most intimately and putting him through a ringer of all the typical "monk" things. open hand also feels like the most "basic" but powerful monk Thing so.

also. mac would be a monk but his multiclass would be up to the player, if they multiclassed him at all, and doc would be a way of mercy monk and a knowledge domain cleric, bc hes macs mentor, was a champion so he knows a lot. and heals mac if needed. (also a folk hero. dodnt do backgrounds for other characters but thar u go)

#punch out #don flamenco #glass joe #aran ryan #mr sandman #super macho man #von kaiser #bald bull #great tiger #piston hondo #king hippo #disco kid #bear hugger #soda popinski #punch out au #idk man im jus ramblign #also i dornt know super panch out v well so didnt do them

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