your impossible girl, ꪖꪶ𝓲ᥴꫀ! ✩˚.⋆☾ twenties .ᐟ any prns .ᐟ
── part-time wanderer of worlds, full-time dreamer of destinies! with our sleepy-time tea, shall we doze off together…? ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
a pillow fort that seeks out the everythingness of sfw, nsfw, and self-shipping! all those 18+ may doze off here, i ask of those who are not to seek shelter elsewhere. memories and whatnot are found at @teacuppe!
friends, let’s welcome our guest, august ☀️⛱️🌻!!!! july kinda felt like it flew by, didn’t it!! but august is here to join us so let’s welcome her with open arms as she opens up a brand new month for us! i hope you 🫵‼️ have an awesome august ahead! i would love know something fun that you did in july if you’ll be kindly inclined (๑･̑◡･̑๑)!!!!!!
HIDDEN AWAY IN A TRANSFORMED STORAGE ROOM OF THE BLUE LOCK FACILITY...
you'll hear it before you see it. behind a brightened door that lights up the dim hallway leaks a symphony of a worn-out sewing machine's rattle that's done its fair share of overtime, a scathed record player echoing joão gilberto's amoroso album for the nth time, and the not-so occasional shrill "ow!" resulted from the prick of a needle poking skin one too many times.
knock to the first measure of shave and a haircut if you need assistance, then wait for them to call aloud, "two bits!" to enter. you'll know you've found the right place if you find yourself slipping on scraps of fabric upon your first step, so catch yourself properly! they're easy to spot, given their workstation is the centerpiece of it all.
she'll be awkwardly hunched over, most likely scribbling on a new design for one of the team's players' conference looks or re-stitching broken seams of a jersey with utmost concentration before she looks up to give you a look of curiosity and intrigue before breaking out into a grin. she won't ask you what you're here for first—she'll ask you instead if you'd like a cup of tea. don't ask... just say yes.
(there may be a chance someone will be sitting on the nearby couch. sometimes, it may be a rugged, but handsome blonde lounging about before shooting you a suspicious look. or it may be a charming young man cleaning his glasses who you think you've seen before in a fashion advertisement. or perhaps an eagle-eyed gentleman whose sharp features don't do much to soften the smirk he sends you. don't pay them too much mind—they're frequent visitors.)
𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟!
meow i mean Hi. yayyy bllk!alice is finally home :D!!!!!! and a full reveal of the pfp i definitely do not feel a tad bit queasy about posting this ahhaahhahah :B.....
i wanted to initially make a whole sheet abt her lore but in all honesty, the best i can come up with is that she was an apprentice to a small-town designer that eventually left due to "creative differences" (aka the designer was too traditional and a stick in the mud!!!), travelled the world for inspiration before meeting anri in japan, then opportunity to design jerseys and event looks for the players. it’s kind of serving nothingburger rn BUT IM WORKING ON IT (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾!
comm is by xirimiwi on tiktok! mar was so awesome and sweet to work with and i was just absolutely blown away with the final result! do consider commissioning her (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!!!!
them catching notice of a someone’s wandering eye landing on you from behind and tugging down the collar of your shirt, revealing to the stranger fresh hickies and bite marks they left the night before to send a silent message
hii !! i have seen you around on dash quite a bit and your blog is so cosy and cute, i love the vibe of it ! i hope you are having a wonderful july <33
why hello miss eris!!!!! or perhaps missus eris karasu should i see heheheh 😚😚!!! thank you so muchly and i am in absolute love with your blog as well HUHUEHUE i feel like i’ve stepped into the coziest, sunlit parisian townhouse!!
it’s so nice to meet you and i can’t wait to know more about you and your blorbos WAH!! i’ve already peered at the fact that a certain crow has caught your eye and i cannot wait to know more about you both so if i may - would it be alright to ask how what the things that you and tabito do that make you appreciate the other! things like cooking or cleaning or grabbing the other’s favorite snack during a grocery run!
my dear alice, i hope youre doing well and youre getting eaten out by yukimiya like you deserve sweetie :)
─ your friendly neighborhood possum ౿ᓕ ̤Ꜥ·⦣
grabbing a certain la tlacuache by the scruff for her dirty words >:0!!!! but yes i hope that is coming in the near future for me AHEMMM
it's so good to see you back my sweetest gatita ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ!!!! how have you been!! i hope your rest was plentiful and that you and bunny are enjoying spain's celebration <33!!!
my dearest alice . . . i just wanted to let you know that i finallyyy started watching bluelock!! (partly due to the worldcup of course — i just thought it’d be good timing — but also, i’ll be so honest what really convinced me was those stupid tiktok phonk edits if you know what i’m talking about, ESP WITH KAISER jajajaja) i am not that far in yet but i am quite interested! i’m wondering if i’ll develop a favourite character because this will be more of a casual watch for me and so far, no one has grabbed me yet . . . (perhaps you could have a guess?) but i know i’ll be sooo excited when i meet your man later on hehe #alikai 🙂↕️♡
also, i never thought i’d ever see this it’s so random but both of our blorbos are in a tiktok edit together i thought i would show you LOL
MY DARLING REVERIE OH HO W IMS O EOVERJOYED RIGHT NOW WUUAUAEUEUAUA 😭😭😭😭!!!! welcome to hell and by that i mean blue lock :D but what's the difference truly!!!!
HAHA YES I LOVE THOSE EDITS i admit they're so overly masculine but i cannot help but fawn at the animations the editors put so much effort in!! esp for a manga like blue lock where the movements for the games are so much more complex given there are specific moves that have to reference real movements!!!
the world cup seems to have interested many in bllk which!!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR!!!! to me, it's the reverse HAHAHA ive gotten interested in some teams bc of the wc!! i know it's been a little bit so has anyone interested you so far! i'm really theorizing you're going to enjoy kaiser if you pick up the manga, given him and fyodor carry a very similar energy in regards to logical thinking and manipulating others BAHAHDSFJSAD but i do think you'll quite enjoy reo, rin, and perhaps hugo!!
karasu liker moots may i propose the scenario in which you get dumped by your asshole boyfriend/ex and then start dating your little brother’s best friend karasu who is in every way more attractive, smarter and younger than your ex to make him jealous but you end up falling for karasu
karasu 🤝 getting you incredibly wet just so he can hear the way he sinks his fingers into you before purring into your ear “ya hear that? think she likes it, yeah?” “aw, come on. ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about.”
per last rb for the mulan au, i’m mainly thinking about the fact that war captain!aiku (who, before having to transition to his duties, was rumored to be quite the village player) must have so much repressed frustration and built-up stress from everything. it isn’t easy to have to control your emotions in exchange for carrying out your responsibilities, but at the end of the day, oliver is a man who can only do so much with what he has.
amongst the hundreds of other men he has to surround himself with, you, at least, are different. in more ways than one, that is. but oliver—who happens to be the only person to know about your secret—seems to have pivoted his attention to you more recently. he does the decency of closing his eyes whenever you have to change in front of him (he risks not you having your own tent in fear of others finding out about your true nature) but it doesn’t stop the passing imagination he attempts to suppress whenever he hears the shuffle of your uniform tinkering and falling down.
your skin is bruised as any other soldier, speckled with cuts and sores as the memory of discipline and strength, but he can’t help but imagine how warm it’d be, how soft it might feel under his touch. would you shiver at the foreign gentleness of his touch? perhaps let him soothe the ache of your body with his hands, his lips? how beautiful you’d be displayed under—
“captain,” you call out softly to him from behind, “i’m done changing.”
he stiffens. oliver cuts off the images in his mind before they become more vivid. he turns around to see you adjusting the sleeve of your sleepwear, your bare shoulder and collarbone, with the shyest swell of your chest slightly visible before you pull it back up and over. he swallows.
“oh. i see. um,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “well then. have a good night, soldier. i’ll… i’ll be bathing in the riverbed if… you need me.”
you don’t even have time to wish him a good night either, as the captain races out of the tent with a towel covering the lower half of his front, the air feeling a little hotter than usual.
per last rb for the mulan au, i’m mainly thinking about the fact that war captain!aiku (who, before having to transition to his duties, was rumored to be quite the village player) must have so much repressed frustration and built-up stress from everything. it isn’t easy to have to control your emotions in exchange for carrying out your responsibilities, but at the end of the day, oliver is a man who can only do so much with what he has.
amongst the hundreds of other men he has to surround himself with, you, at least, are different. in more ways than one, that is. but oliver—who happens to be the only person to know about your secret—seems to have pivoted his attention to you more recently. he does the decency of closing his eyes whenever you have to change in front of him (he risks not you having your own tent in fear of others finding out about your true nature) but it doesn’t stop the passing imagination he attempts to suppress whenever he hears the shuffle of your uniform tinkering and falling down.
your skin is bruised as any other soldier, speckled with cuts and sores as the memory of discipline and strength, but he can’t help but imagine how warm it’d be, how soft it might feel under his touch. would you shiver at the foreign gentleness of his touch? perhaps let him soothe the ache of your body with his hands, his lips? how beautiful you’d be displayed under—
“captain,” you call out softly to him from behind, “i’m done changing.”
he stiffens. oliver cuts off the images in his mind before they become more vivid. he turns around to see you adjusting the sleeve of your sleepwear, your bare shoulder and collarbone, with the shyest swell of your chest slightly visible before you pull it back up and over. he swallows.
“oh. i see. um,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “well then. have a good night, soldier. i’ll… i’ll be bathing in the riverbed if… you need me.”
you don’t even have time to wish him a good night either, as the captain races out of the tent with a towel covering the lower half of his front, the air feeling a little hotter than usual.
feat. oliver aiku
cw : fem!reader, no pronouns used, reader binds for battalion reasons, reader is chigiri's sister, mildly suggestive
The roll of bandage falls again to your frustration, the half of your bindings around your chest becoming undone.
A gritty sigh drifts from your lips when it limply lies on the floor as though to tease you to try and pick it up. Your arm shields against the bandages still onto your breasts as you slowly crouch down to pick the roll up, making sure its grip on your chest didn't hinder you.
"... do you need help?"
A baritone-rich voice calls out from behind quietly, almost hesitating. General Aiku patters himself into the shared tent he forced you to reside with him—after he learned about your true identity.
You glance at him in the mirror. He still has that dust of embarassment sweeped onto his face whenever you weren't wearing your full suit of armor, each layer unsheathed to remind him of who you truly were.
The arm that guards your chest presses closer towards your sternum at his presence.
"I'm fine," you rasp quietly, your voice still sore from imitating Hyoma's deeper one. "I'm sure you'd rather not bother with this anyway..."
Paralyzed into place to ensure you don't accidentally flash your captain with one wrong movement, your fingertips brush against the roll. Luck isn't on your side this time around (it hasn't since you had gotten to the army grounds, really), as all it does it just push it further away from you.
You fight back to sigh miserably, to not give away that you're needy to your general.
An arm still sore from yesterday's drill workouts, you weakly crane for the roll again, only for it to be swiped by a larger, more calloused hand.
You look up to see Aiku standing above you with the roll in his grasp and what looks to be a smile threatening to sneak on his lips.
"On your feet, soldier," he says.
Disrespect is taboo to give to such a higher-up, but something about your general and his supposed "special" treatment to you makes you tick in all the wrong places.
While you're grateful he kept you alive even after the great reveal, you know he's been treating you like a delicate flower—not letting you return to most of the rougher activities that the men on the army grounds do that you used to do for proper training. It's even more so disturbing when you've seen the effect of the lack of fruitage in training during actual battle—fatigue kicking in faster than it used to. It’s only due to Aiku’s overprotectiveness that you’re still somehow alive.
You want it to all go back to normal, where you were truly and simply, "one of the guys." Albeit a rather feminine-looking one, but a guy your fellow warriors nonetheless, even if they did call you "pretty boy."
But you suppose that this entire situation isn't and hasn't been normal since day one—meaning you had no right to complain about trying to fit into normalcy when you broken out of it so long ago.
So you bite back your sharp tongue that Hyoma manage to pass onto you, swallowing your remarks.
You shuffle up back to your feet wordlessly, but you take a swipe at the roll still in Aiku's palm.
He pulls it out of reach.
"Let me help you."
"I'm fine," you grit.
"Even the greatest of soldiers knows when take an offered hand when it is given to him," Aiku lectures. "Especially when it pertains to his well-being."
He rounds the mirror, going to stand behind you. You glare at him subtly in it, snatching the roll when he offers it to you and starting to wrap it around your chest again recklessly.
AIku is quick to take it from you again, unimpressed at your rashness. "Do you dare to be so careless? What if it comes off during battle because of your sloppiness?"
Can it, captain... is what you mutter in your head.
"I have done this a plethora of times, General," is what you actually say.
Aiku thins his lips, staring at you in the mirror.
"The length of experience doesn't always equate to skill," he states smoothly. You know that he's only a few years older than you, but with how he speaks (and sometimes how he looks unshaven...), you think he's at least three times his actual age. "Now, lift your arms. If you're alright with it, I can help you do this properly and safely."
"General, you don't have—"
"I insist," Aiku says, "unless you truly don't want me to."
A part of you wants to lie straight to his face, a silent way of telling him off—but you also know that when General Aiku offers you help, you must take it as an order, not a suggestion.
It takes you awhile to give in, but you slowly raise your arms for him.
"Good," he murmurs lowly, his voice ghosting the shell of your ear as he steps a little closer to you. You can smell the leftover spring water on him from last night's bath. Compared to the other men, he's always kept a tidy hygiene. "Now, don't suck in anything. I need your body as neutral as possible."
The breaths you take are rugged and stuttered, but nonetheless, natural. You watch as Aiku slowly unravels the bandage roll around your chest, only tightening it when he starts another round.
His fingers are cooling to the touch—perhaps from the metal of his sword's handle. They're large and scathed, but somehow so gentle when they wind the bandage around you, letting the bandaging hug firmly you rather than suffocate you. You keep your eyes straight at the mirror as stony as possible, but you catch the little glimpses Aiku takes at you, always looking away when you take notice.
"Keep straight, soldier," he whispers when you find yourself slouching, a large hand pressing your lower back to bring you upright again. His touch burns—but not in the way that it hurts.
The bandage lessens the more it wraps around you, with Aiku giving a final tug on the last bind that's a little more harsh than the rest of it.
You yelp, staggering forward at the sudden strain. Aiku also lets out a brief shout at your short-lived tumble, managing to catch you by your waist before you can crash into the mirror by accident.
He pulls you back into him on a sparked reaction, your back colliding with his chest.
It's quiet for a moment—both you trying to decide how to move given the current position of you half-naked being grasped to your general's chest. Aiku's breath is hot on your collarbone, clearly as flustered as you are. You share the same view in the mirror; it's intimate in a way that shouldn't be.
You take the first move at last, grabbing the roll from Aiku's hand and returning back to your sloppy bind-job, winding the loosened fabric around your chest and jamming it within the folds without a care to spare. It'll suffice, you think.
Aiku can only watch as you shuffle on your armor haphazardly, his voice only stretching to one syllable when he finds it again.
"I—"
"Thank you, General," your remark with a low bow at his aid, almost too low for what you think is a trivial task. "I-I'll see you on the grounds."
With shuffling feet, you dash your way out of the shared tent, your face hotter than the summer sun that dawns on you. Inside it, Aiku looks at his hands, where the remnants of your skin and scent haunt his palms. He sighs, shoving his face in them before slowly dragging them down in a yearning misery.
