Quoth the Raven

This is just another boring personal blog. Expect lots of reblogs of whatever I see and like.

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

I have a silly headcanon that Fran loves street food. At least half his budget 10 years later is spent on it. As a kid though he loves trying to convince everyone close to him to get him street food. Sometimes at the same time. Is he always successful? No. But that’s what makes the times it is so rewarding.

[gelataisa]

It basically goes like:

"Squalo can we get arancine?"

"Luss can we get sfincione?"

"Bel can we get panelle e crocchè?"

"Boss, can we get pani ca meusa?"

And then they go to the same place

[eros-fixx]

quality time

hitoshi shinsou x reader // bnha // vday snippet // fluff mildly suggestive

You scrutinized your disheveled appearance in the mirror–the tufts of hair sticking out in every direction, bloodshot eyes, and your nose, a shade of red rivaling Kirishima’s hair. 

You were not looking cute right now.

You sighed.

Why did you have the misfortune of getting sick on Valentine’s Day? When you had a hot, pro-hero boyfriend to spend the day with who finally got time off from his hero agency? 

You had the worst luck. 

Shinsou snorted when you plopped down onto the couch beside him with a huff. When he recognized that it was his shirt that rode up your thighs from the action (you’d probably been too lazy to find your own clothes), his fingers twitched. His lips curled upwards in a lazy smile.

“You know…” he mused. “Seeing you look so cute in my clothes… reminds me why I fell for you.” You yelped at the feeling of his hand creeping up your inner thigh, swatting it away. 

“Shinsou,” you whined into the couch pillow, your voice muffled. “Not now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m sick? And I feel gross?”

He sighed, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Come on, if you get up, I’ll share my blanket with you,” he offered.

“I’m gonna cough all over that blanket,” you threatened, shifting into comfortable sitting position next to him. You leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, throwing a corner of the blanket over your legs. 

He smirked. “I think I can handle your germs. Not the scariest thing I’ve faced,” he quipped.

You rolled your eyes at him, shrugging his arm off. Shinsou paused at your long-heaved sigh, about to ask you what was wrong when you mumbled, 

“Damn… I wanted to go to the cute crepe place today, you know?”

He shrugged. “We can stay home and watch things here. That’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”

“Shin-sou,” you groaned. “That’s not the point. Today–today was supposed to be special.” You looked up at him, frowning lightly.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh–you didn’t realize just how cute you looked when you were pouting. He cleared his throat once he realized how upset you looked. 

“We can do that some other time. We haven’t had the chance to stay at home and spend time together lately.” He eyed you fondly, urging you towards him. You complied, settling between his legs as he rested his chin atop your head, his fingers carding through your hair.

Your eyes slipped shut as you leaned backwards into his touch. Shinsou gave the best head rubs. “Y-You have a point,” you murmured, feeling yourself beeing lulled to sleep. All your worries seemed to dissipate whenever he was near; if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was brainwashing you.

But you knew his effect on you had less to do with his quirk, and more of the hold he had over your heart. 

That was, until the hand that had been rubbing your head inched down slowly. At first you thought it was just a massage, feeling his fingers trail down your tense muscles, but by the time they ghosted the curve of your lower back, before cupping your rear, you realized his intentions. 

Your eyes snapped open. 

“Shinsou, you pervert!”

Attempt to seduce girlfriend: failed.

[astreeeaneee]

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

–John Green

[readerwriterculture]

“You don’t know what love is until someone lives with you while you write a book.”

— Thulani Davis (via writingquotes)

[yamacaps]

[eros-fixx]

💯 💯 💯

Can I request 📝 and 🌨 for Hisagi?

shuhei hisagi—;

📝 = why they’re on Santa’s naughty list this year

Loads of reasons. Hisagi’s horny fantasies truly make up the entirety of Santa’s naughty list. He’s a guy with loads of responsibilities. A die-hard workaholic. Of course, he has to have a ridiculously perverted brain to try and offset that.

Unfortunately Hisagi’s behavior remains consistent throughout the years, so he is the #1 bad boy on Santa’s naughty list. Here are just some of the horrors he’s committed: 

#1 Thinking about his S/O’s breasts while he’s supposed to be editing articles for the Seireitei Bulletin.

Comma splice? Boobs. Run-on sentence? Boobs. 

Hisagi is a base man. And often, when he’s sleep-deprived or under piles of stress, those parentheses really do look like titties. 

#2 Thinking about his S/O’s ass while he’s supposed to be editing articles for the Seireitei Bulletin.

Same as above, but with ass. 

#3 Jacking off in the Ninth Division barracks when he thinks he’s alone. 

In his defense, he really did think he was alone! Deadlines were tight and he hadn’t gotten sleep for days. A quick session was all he needed. 

#4 Turning his BDSM-esque choker into an explosive. 

It’s for the aesthetic. But then Head-Captain Yamamoto kept giving him the old man version of side eye. So Hisagi had to add functionality to it. 

#5 Buying his motorcycle with the impression that it would be hot to have sex on it.

Why else would he buy it. 

#6 Having sex on his motorcycle. 

He had to test its stability. Hint: it was not very stable.

#7 Dreaming of being the lead guitarist of a successful band and being a part of several group orgies. 

Isn’t that what all lead guitarists get up to?

#8 Out of curiosity one day, researching if Urahara ever made the Shinigami equivalent of onaholes or fleshlights. Then buying one from him in The World of the Living. 

Urahara really got the look and texture down pat. Hisagi tries not to think too hard about who his model was... 

#9 That fucking 69 tattoo on his face.

Self-explanatory.

🌨 = = you’re stuck in a cabin together, there’s a blizzard outside, and there’s only one bed

“Y-You can take the bed!” he offers swiftly once the two of you realize your situation. “I can just... settle down here.” He gestures towards the ground. 

But of course, you insist that it’s not right. That you don’t mind sharing the bed. And suddenly Hisagi’s life flashes before his eyes. Well, not exactly life--more like the 1843294 fantasies he has about you flash before his eyes. Heat creeps up his neck.

The two of you end up awkwardly facing each other as you rest on the bed. It’s a little too cramped for you to fit comfortably, so your calves nudge his, your elbows touch. You’re close enough that Hisagi can feel each exhale against his exposed arm. He’s much too wired up to fall asleep easily. 

Suddenly you shift, and his arm is pressed right up against the curve of your breast. 

Holy fuck. Is this a stroke of good fortune? Or an accident waiting to happen?

Hisagi shifts onto his back so it’s not quite so obvious the effect that being this close to you has on him. He’s ramrod still, even when you lean closer.

While he gets barely a wink of sleep that night, you wake up feeling refreshed. You’re surprised when you find you’re alone on the bed. Hisagi relegated himself back to the floor, explaining that he had to, ahem, take care of business. It’s a good thing you don’t question what kind of business that was. 

[perfectfeelings]

“Because you are right, does not mean, I am wrong. You just haven’t seen life from my side.”

— Unknown

[drchucktingle]

Where do you find the inspiration for your writing? Do you have any tips for what to do if it feels like the "muse" isn't coming?

this is good question buckaroo. what it comes down to is reconnecting or remembering or reaffirming WHY you are creating art. i do not think there is specific correct answer to this part because we are all creating things with our own WHY in mind. some buds make art for the audience, some make art for themselves, some (like chuck) make it in utilitarian way. my art is not FOR anyone, not myself or anyone else, it is just what i do and i would make it if i was trapped in a pit and nobody would ever see it. it is like breathing air or eating spaghetti, and that is a perfectly valid WHY too.

point is, the WHY is yours and yours alone and it can act as a compass. sometimes we forget our 'why' and just asking yourself directly can REALIGN things pretty dang well. the WHY can be your handsome north star.

here is a trick though. sometimes connecting to your WHY does not entirely kick things off and in this case you need to go even deeper.

there is a fuel we can draw on that lies below all things, humming across every timeline like vibrating strings. this fuel is: LOVE

when you are low on creative fuel do not forget that love is the most powerful force across all timelines. i have BEEN to other timelines bud, and they are so different and strange and unique, up is down and down is up. there are timelines where the oceans are milk and timelines where teeth are alive. BUT ONE THING IS ALWAYS THE SAME

NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE INFINITE LAYERS OF REALITY: LOVE IS REAL.

when looking for an artistic boost there are MANY valid choices ITS ART AFTER ALL. you can create with the fuel of envy or pride or rage those are all just great in their own way, but you can also tap into the pure endless strings that vibrate trough everything by choosing to tap into love. YOU HAVE THIS POWER. everyone has this power, theyve just gotta make the choice to use it.

hope that helps bud

[gingerbbatch]

books for sale in the camden market, london

[oracle-fae-deactivated20260720]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if fanfic writing has been a source of happiness for you and has helped with your mental health

[rimonoroni]

“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

[le-panda-chocovore]

Plato didn't insult Aeschylus for his takes over who tops and who bottoms between Achilles and Patroclus centuries ago for us to be normal about fictional characters

[rimonoroni]

this almost has 50,000 notes and this is hands down most unhinged response to this post and the worst part is that you’re right

[pageswithinme]

“it was when I stopped searching for home within others

 and lifted the foundations of home within myself 

I found there were no roots more intimate 

than those between a mind and body 

that have decided to be whole.”

                                                          - rupi kaur, milk and honey

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

if you’re reading this, i’m wishing for the universe to be kind to you

[costelsquali]

went for a walk🚶🏼‍♂️

[missgoldnweek]

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[aphractal2]

triple baka