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After years I decided to order the blog a little, but since my procrastinating tendencies haven't dimmed it will take a lot of time

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Just found out thag Dietrich va is also Kamui's va and he also seeks more power, people we know he won't end up celibate until I'm alive-

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Finally some good fucking otome-

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can i request kamui and sougo with a reader who’s completely whipped for them?

i love your content❣️

Kamui:

-He walks you like a dog, but at least you are willing, so the collar usually doesn’t choke you when he pulls the leash around.

-Abuto often begs you for mental checks, as he can’t comprehend how you can agree on the captain's every decision, but…the weight on his back is greatly relieved, maybe you shouldn’t be checked at all-

-Kamui does notice, that’s why he loves pushing your limits over and over, not scared of reaching the breaking point, if anything, wanting to witness it with every fiber of his body.

-He may get bored after a while, he loves fighting after all, with no fire comes no excitement…

-The real challenge starts now! “Love is a rebellious bird no one can tame…” and Kamui isn’t much different!

Sougo Okita:

-Another leash man…

-The Shinsegumi is deeply worried about you at first.

-But then they start to notice little changes about the young policeman. How soft his eyes get when he glances at you, how often he goes out to eat.

“It’s to avoid looking at your ugly mugs.” There is truth in his words, but it remains a lie when the only reason he visits that dessert shop, which he hates, is clearly you.

-With time, the tight hold he has on the leash loosens up. Someone hinted that love can soften even the hardest S. They got bazooked.

-But they were right.

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the real tragedy is me not being able to play the new fe day 1-

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the way I'm looking at installments to get it before nintendo rise the price...

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the real tragedy is me not being able to play the new fe day 1-

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Grammarly automatic title pls never change LMAO

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New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

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While I love writing for loser reader and Dick because it's genuinely funny, I also appreacite the dynamic I created between reader and Hal Jordan? It smells of adult love between 2 adults that always think they are making the right choice that is inevitably bad in the eyes of everyone but them. It's sour and melancholic and makes you understand that certain trains don't pass twice but doesn't mean you won't find happiness, just in a different font.

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this stems from my dislike on how they manage the hal and carol situation like break up and get together and break up again every time, PLS STOP. She deserves better, she deserves a good life without being matched with a man she loves but gives her headaches and heartbreak every 3 days. Same for Hal, that loves her so much but never seem to be able to love her fully. Even in comics certain situations should unfixable, no matter how much fans cry over it.

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While I love writing for loser reader and Dick because it's genuinely funny, I also appreacite the dynamic I created between reader and Hal Jordan? It smells of adult love between 2 adults that always think they are making the right choice that is inevitably bad in the eyes of everyone but them. It's sour and melancholic and makes you understand that certain trains don't pass twice but doesn't mean you won't find happiness, just in a different font.

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being so knee deep into hybridology that it's hard to decide if Dick would be a vogelkop (colours matches plus dancing ritual), a peacock (showing off), or a poodle (extremely clever dog often used in circus because of that), or an husky (all the high pitched howls to get attention).

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There is also the secret option: choosing what suits best my degenerate brain

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being so knee deep into hybridology that it's hard to decide if Dick would be a vogelkop (colours matches plus dancing ritual), a peacock (showing off), or a poodle (extremely clever dog often used in circus because of that), or an husky (all the high pitched howls to get attention).

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i want your answers in the tags / comments right now btw

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saw a fanart, and my mind started grinding. jason todd x reader. it is 100% a oat soap propaganda.

“Show me your teeth.”

Jason bats his thick lashes, once, twice. No, it doesn’t seem like he imagines this. Your eyes are still fixed on his lips, waiting for him to obey.

You are sitting on your knees, softly sinking into the sofa, your gaze so deep he thinks his body is being wolfed down by the burgundy cushions as you suddenly feel much bigger than he is.

“Did I cross any boundary?” Your confidence wavers, your eyes losing the granitic conviction of before.

A low chuckle escapes Jason’s lips, shaking his head to calm you down. Respectful is the first word that comes to his mind when thinking of you. If anything, you overthink too much.

He could be lying on your bed, oiled up with “Take me” written with scarlet letters over his body, and you’d still ask him, “Where to?”; exploring a million possibilities and always choosing the safer one.

Obviously, you took him by surprise. Your unusual boldness and your request were both out of character, but only an idiot wouldn’t take this chance, and Jason is no fool.

“Suit yourself.” He gestures to make yourself comfortable, possibly on his lap, but you don’t catch the hint, just nodding at his words.

You keep your bodies at distance, only your forefinger closing down the gap between your bodies. Now it’s Jason's turn to think about boundaries, as your finger traces the outline of his lips with the finger pad. His body language changed as soon as he felt your scorching touch on his skin, opening up, legs at either side of the sofa in case you want to crawl closer. It’s a bit pathetic how the man searches for a deeper touch, the caress of your finger hot but not nearly enough to what his body craves. How his tongue prods at his lips but never crosses that invisible line, it never tastes your skin, no matter how much he craves it.

“You have such a cute Cupid bow-” You murmur, but don’t seem to notice the gasp that escapes the man in front of you.

A bit pathetic? Out of the window, it’s one hundred percent lame how Jason lowers himself as your body finally moves closer, keeping that safe distance between your chests, almost lying entirely on his sofa, abs clenching in the uncomfortable position; you don’t seem to care, Jason doesn’t either, too worried to break the bubble of intimacy you find yourself in.

Your forefinger lowers, never pressing, just caressing Jason’s teeth. Not a single word is uttered; the silence surrounding you is the type that crawls into his brain, gnawing at insecurities that, with each tick of the clock, get more intense.

He tries to look at you, cold green eyes searching for a sign of anything,  but your eyes are lowered, not giving a hint of your thoughts.

“I thought your canines were sharper-” Another mumble, there is a drop of hilarity in your voice, that Jason’s ears catch as if you boisterously laughed at him.

“Disappointed?” His voice cracks, muscles tense, but the man tries to look nonchalant anyway. Not that you seem to care.

“Nu-uh.” Your eyes never leave his mouth, too entranced by his fucking teeth. What do they have of so special??

Jason starts to feel annoyed, and most of all, insecure. Are you checking them out because they are weird? Crooked?

For once, you seem to notice his feelings, breaking your concentration on his mouth to look into his eyes, but your wet finger doesn’t leave his lips.

“Chipped, damaged, genuine, sincere-” His black bushy eyebrows rise up, not expecting a sudden description, “I’ve been told by a certain birdie that teeth tell a lot about the person. Now I think it’s true.”

His heart skips a beat, all the words that jostled with each other a moment before, now trapped down his throat. You smile down at him, and a sudden tingle overcomes his body as your body dares to inch closer to his.

Your forefinger dips again into his mouth, this time the pad caressing the body of his tongue. Jason thinks he is going crazy, Lazarus pit’s effects actually never left his body, and just needed a strong stimulus to resurface. The smell and taste of your oat soap caressing all his nerves, a scent that he is so used to feeling mixed with yours, and that he craved to smell mixed with his.

Green eyes tremble, breath gets stuck in his throat, before Jason sucks on your finger, damp lips hugging the digit. It’s slow, timid, full of uncertainty, like the little bite on the phalanx; not strong enough to leave a sign, but enough to deliver the message.

As always, you don’t utter a syllable, the silence killing the man under you. That’s why green, liquid desire irises look up at you. Red tinges his cheeks, making the scars littering his face shine even more. Salt and pepper strands falling on his forehead, as messy as the emotions whirling in Jason’s chest. His lips close again on your digit, this time looking straight into your eyes—

“I should take a photo, you look like a portrait, Jason-” You gasp, your body stepping further from his to reach your phone lying on the table in front of you, making the man sigh in annoyance; always picking the wrong option in the route to your affection. His hands, so well-behaved that they never dared to touch you, break their composure, pulling you against his chest, with no elegance or restraint.

“You can see me like this any time you want. Kiss me, damn it-” You do, you take the reins in what is a kiss that lacks both in romanticism and practicality, but had no rivals when it came to sincerity. Reins that Jason soon takes over, rolling your body under his bigger and heavier one, ready to torture you with the same treatment you reserved for him.

At this point, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you wanted to check if he had alpha or omega canines, maybe it will be a funny story for another time…

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Can I request earth realmers (bi han,kuai,Tomas,raiden,kung lao,johnny and kenshi) with a earthbending reader/ earth manipulation

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada:

-The unimpressed trio. Joking, the unimpressed one is just Bi-Han.

-They mostly discuss with you about the most effective combos to use during fights.

-While Tomas and Kuai Liang don’t mind training with you, the latter being particularly happy about strengthening his flames, Bi-Han would rather train with someone of his level of skills.

-Making him eat dirt will be one of the peaks of your life.

Raiden and Kung Lao:

-Electricity and ground don’t exactly go along…

-Everybody reminds Raiden that training with someone who represents his exact weakness is perfect for times when in front of him, it will be someone with similar ability, but as an enemy-

-At a certain point, the dirt in his mouth tastes a bit too bitter; the taste worsens from Kung Lao's laughter in the background.

-”If you are so much better than me, fight them!” Once, Raiden challenged Kung Lao, losing his usual composure.

“No problem! My hat will overcome any challenge!”

-At the end of the day, there was more earth on their clothes and mouths than on the training ground.

Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi:

-”Hey, do you know how expensive these clothes are? Keep your power in check!”

“Johnny..these are the training clothes Liu Kang gave us.”

“Bad habits die hard. I don’t want to get my real clothes stained.”

-The sigh leaving Kenshi’s mouth was so deep that it rattled both your bones.

-No particular surprise in both men, after entering the Mortal Kombat tournament, nothing surprises them anymore.

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hi hi i saw that requests are open i absolutely love ur work

can i request gintoki with a reader who kinda hates him? but he's all heart eyes for her ^.^

Gintoki Sakata:

-The last time he had a crush on someone, it was over a woman available from 10 am to 10:15 am on a TV screen, so Gintoki doesn’t know how to deal with infatuations.

-Let alone dealing with a crush for a real person he knows. A real person who seems to despise even the way he breathes.

-Gintoki fumbles and stutters. He tries to act nonchalant, but even the brush of your arm against his one sends warm waves to his cheeks, tinging them a pretty shade of red.

-He knows there is no real hate in how you brush off the fake dirt from touching him, as there is no real venom in your words; Gintoki is a true tsundere connoisseur, so your act doesn’t exactly work.

-Doesn’t mean that when you fall asleep on his shoulder and then wake up all cute and groggy, he doesn’t wish to receive a murmured thanks and a kiss on the cheek rather than see you jumping ten feet away from him…

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I may not write often about Kamui, but dw because we is ALWAYS in my mind and you bet he never paid rent