darky-dorky
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Blue Lock Additional Time
japanese dub with eng sub
(here are the english)
Season One:
Episode One - Isagi Yoichi's dream.
Episode Two - Blue Lock maze.
Episode Three - A day in Blue Lock.
Episode Four - Trade with me.
Episode Five - Blue Lock supplies.
Episode Six - We are best of breakfast!
Episode Seven - Princess Chigiri.
Episode Eight - Wife material Reo.
Episode Nine - Impersonation Championship Part One.
Episode Ten - Impersonation Championship Part Two.
Episode Eleven - Janken!
Episode Twelve - His bro speaks!
Episode Thirteen - Top Three team up.
Episode Fourteen - The Three Idiots . . . and Rin.
Episode Fifteen - Reo, a maiden in love?
Episode Sixteen - Maid Café King Barou.
Episode Seventeen - Raichi, Gagamaru and Wanima-oni.
Episode Eighteen - Teieri Anri's Blue Lock journal.
Episode Nineteen - The team of late starters.
Episode Twenty - Nagi's school life.
Episode Twenty One - Another team of three.
Episode Twenty Two - Oshaaaa.
Episode Twenty Three - Bad chemical reaction.
Season Two:
Episode One - The Top Six' rooms.
Episode Two - Parallel world.
Episode Three - Ninpo!
Episode Four - You remind me of . . .
Episode Five - Osha trio.
Episode Six - Mosquito Sae.
Episode Seven - Reo's multiple personalities.
Episode Eight - Bon.
Episode Nine - Itoshi Brothers.
Episode Ten- Isagi Iyo and Bachira Yu.
Episode Eleven - Bag inspection.
Episode Twelve - Barou Barou Kyun
Episode Thirteen - SHIRTLESS AIKU APPEARS
i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:
isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)
it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)
rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)
rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)
karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)
sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)
I tried to be quick but I have no spooky ideas rn
Merry Christmas!
we fly together | kageyama tobio x reader
in which kageyama tobio is born for several things: the court, his team, and you. and he really, really wants to marry you.
wc: 766 | gn reader | little glimpses of your relationship with tobio over the years
There are several givens in Kageyama Tobio’s life.
There’s volleyball. It’s in his blood. Volleyball is shoes squeaking on floors, the shrill of a whistle, Nikuman after practice, and that sweet, sweet feeling of connection– fingers brushing yellow and blue leather and palms aching after a serve. Kageyama Tobio was born for the court and born to fly.
His team is one of them. There’s Sugawara, who still treats him to yakitori and an Asahi Dry (or three) whenever he’s back in Miyagi. Daichi sends him assorted nuts from Sendai every once in a while and Nishinoya mass e-mails him slightly blurry pictures of his life abroad on New Years. Ushijima buys electrolytes for him and Kourai. Shouyou is, well, Shouyou, and Kageyama counts him as two givens.
There’s the small things too: he takes a little too long to read Kanji, he buys a new face wash every month, he will always avoid rush hour.
And then, he thinks, there’s you.
It hits him in full force in the middle of the street on a Tuesday evening as he holds a plastic bag of groceries. It also, consequently, renders him immobile for ten minutes, because Tobio had never been one to dwell on the givens. But as he stands on the pavement and his bag carries the burden of hashi for two, yogurt for two, two packs of sandwiches and four bags of gummies,
( because you really like those gummies: and Tobio had thought, if you like the grape flavor, then you should also try the strawberry. And if you wanted to try something new, you might crave the fizzy Cola ones. And if you liked the Cola ones, then he had to buy the Ramune flavored ones, too )
Tobio gets the urge to buy a ring. And an urge, no, a craving to marry you.
Tobio remembers study sessions in high school and desperate makeouts in Karasuno’s dusty storage closet. He remembers the firsts: first conversation, first fight, first kiss, first date. Sprinting on beaches before the sun kissed the horizon and laying underneath the stars. He remembers graduation under cherry blossoms and pressing his second button into your palm with red cheeks and shaking hands.
There were tears, too. Anger as he realized he couldn’t, for once, be selfish and have both you and professional volleyball. Anger as you had cried and cried and cried in his arms because you were getting your degree in Miyagi and he was moving to Tokyo. Anger as you had suggested breaking things off because you knew that Kageyama was born for the court. To fly.
And you had said, between tears, that Tokyo was his potential. Because you knew him, and you knew that he didn’t like texting and that he wasn’t good at communicating, but you somehow underestimated how much you meant to him. Then: you had stopped crying because Kageyama was crying. And you had never seen Kageyama cry.
You were there when Kageyama started on the National Team, standing in the bleachers with the biggest smile he had ever seen, jumping as you turned to show him the Kageyama embroidered on the back of your jersey. You were there when he accepted his position on the Adlers, and watched their broadcasted games behind textbooks and journals and pencils from your dorm in Sendai.
Kageyama was there when you called him sobbing because the pipes in your dorm leaked. He was there when you got fired from your part time job for slapping a customer. Begrudgingly, he was there when you asked him to have Oikawa Tooru sign twelve jerseys for your friends at university. And then, he was there when you graduated college, diploma in hand and a blush on your cheeks as you pressed your button into his palm even though you really weren’t supposed to do that.
Now you’re in Tokyo, having accepted his slightly bashful request for you to move in with him– in a nice apartment on the fourteenth floor overlooking the city; because even though he didn’t really like heights, he knew you loved city lights and people-watching. And if he had to cover his face when he saw the nameplate next to your shared apartment that read Kageyama, well. You didn’t have to know that.
He’s still on the street, and he’s still holding his grocery bag, but his eyes are firm because he really wants to make your last name Kageyama.
So he makes a phone call.
“Tanaka-san,” He says before his former upperclassman can react. “Where did you buy Shimizu’s ring?”
snapshoot!
when march 7th takes photos, she notices something unusual about dan heng—he's never looking at the camera!
(why? because he's looking at you.)
dan heng ♡ gn!reader
warnings: dan heng may be ooc (he's smitten), march is a little delusional (but she's right), reader is not trailblazer (but is a trailblazer)
notes: guys i simultaneously peaked and flopped whilst writing this
when march 7th takes photos, she sees moments that people miss.
"say cheese!"
like the way only one side of welt's lips turn when he forces a smile, or the way himeko has to rest her hands on pom-pom to keep them from facing the wrong direction.
she sees a lot of things, from the way stelle holds her arm up to flex, to the way you tilt your head a little, smiling at her camera with your eyes, a peace sign coming up to the side of your face.
click!
when march 7th takes photos, she sees the way dan heng smiles a little, the way his usually sharp gaze becomes soft, his furrowed brows beginning to relax. it's odd, though, because he never seems to be looking at the camera; so she follows the direction of his gaze, gasping once it lands on you.
oho! march thinks. now, this is something!
dan heng is a man of aloofness, of tenderness masked with apathy, but when he looks at you—oh, when he looks at you—he can't help but adore the way you smile, your grin reaching your eyes. when you hold bunny ears over stelle's fallen form (she flexed too hard), dan heng can't help but stare at you for a couple seconds longer, observing the crinkle of your eyes to the curl of your lips, your lashes fluttering as you wait expectantly for the familiar click!
if he were march, he would keep this moment in particular. he'd zoom in on your face—vividly beautiful, vividly radiant—and he'd take a photo then. he'd make sure to capture the way your eyes glimmer under the train's light, the way you glow and glow, bringing space to a standstill, putting the brightest sun to shame.
your existence makes a lover of him. because dan heng never really noticed the way people smile, or the way they stare anxiously, trying to keep their eyes open for long enough before the camera goes off. dan heng never really noticed the way people fidget anxiously from side to side, as if the countdown mattered more than the moment itself.
but when it comes to you, dan heng can't help but notice everything. he notices the way you bite back a laugh when stelle stumbles, the way your smile widens when pom-pom impatiently stomps their feet, complaining about how long the camera is taking. dan heng notices a lot about you—everything about you, maybe—and he can't help but smile a little too.
your existence etches itself onto his face. it's in the way his lips curl into the slightest of smiles, mimicking but a fraction of your grandeur, the way he stares at you, drinking in your features and letting them permeate into his organs, his tissues.
your existence is so prominent that it's evident in the way dan heng tilts his head a little too, the way he acts so unlike himself, it's only possible because it's you.
(it's only ever possible because it's you.)
click!
before he knows it, however, the camera flashes and dan heng has missed his cue. he stiffens a little, averting his eyes from your figure a second too late.
oh, is all he thinks, noticing the way march giggles deviously to herself from behind the camera.
"stelle!" you suddenly exclaim, "why'd you fall down earlier?" your words are interrupted briefly by giggles, your grin growing larger.
"i dunno... i totally lost aura points, though."
everyone laughs, and dan heng can't help but crack a smile. when he smiles, however, he isn't looking at stelle, or pom-pom, or anyone else for that matter, he is looking wholly at you.
(it's only ever possible because it's you.)
in your presence, dan heng wields wings made of wax. to him, it doesn't matter if you are brighter than the grandest sun, because you've made a lover of him, and this lover will reach for your light, he will fly and fly, just to bask in your warmth and to fall soon after.
it's common sense to not approach the sun with wax wings. but for once, all sense of rationale and logic evades him, because dan heng has found something greater than logic, greater than sense. he has found you, and although his skin burns, and his wax wings deteriorate, he reaches out.
(it's only ever possible because it's you.)
in your presence, dan heng becomes unlike himself. his expression becomes softer, and his shoulders begin to relax. in your presence, dan heng becomes a lover, his gaze belonging entirely to you, his existence—from the moment this life begun, to the moment it ends—following hopelessly after yours.
your existence overshadows the world, your presence beaming with incomparable radiance. when you smile, dan heng feels his heart throb.
he feels his chest ache, and his mind goes blank. because when you smile, dan heng wants to memorize the sight, he wants to breathe you in and keep you safely within himself, to be carried onto every incarnation, to be remembered by every atom and cell he has.
this love of his transcends time itself. it transcends lifetimes, because although dan heng would like to leave his previous identities behind, and he'd like to start anew with every rebirth, you are the only thing that's keeping him here.
because closer to him than his very bones, you are there. you are here, in this lifetime and the next.
you are his identity. you are his lifetime. you are everything and anything in this vast, great galaxy.
first and foremost, however, you are you, and that might just be the grandest thing of them all.
when march 7th takes photos, she sees the way dan heng looks at you. his gaze always seems to instinctively drift over you before reaching the lens, his icy turquoise eyes melting soon afterwards.
dan heng is smitten! march thinks, giggling at the photo she just printed out. whereas everyone is occupied with stelle's bodybuilding journey, she's fixated on dan heng's expression in the photo.
his irises hold your reflection, a sliver of his soul slipping past his pupils and worshipping your existence. if march squints a little, she can see dan heng's subconscious taking shape in his eyes—its form resembles you, you, you.
when he looks at you, dan heng becomes someone new. his gaze is so gentle, so adoring, march has to rub her eyes in order to confirm whether or not what she's seeing is true.
you emanate from his eyes, from his existence.
a photo later, you smile, and so does dan heng. the edges of his lip curl up, eyes still belonging to you, whilst you remain completely oblivious. you don't seem to notice dan heng's adoring look, his newfound identity as he offers to you his irises, his pupils, his soul.
across all the photos, dan heng hardly looks at the camera. maybe for one or two, but immediately in the next, he returns to you, staring.
march grins, examining each photograph. she takes the time to dig beyond her recent photos, traveling all the way back to belobog, when stelle was first introduced to the team.
even then, dan heng's attention was yours. in almost every photo she saw, he was always looking at you, his eyes crinkling, ever so slightly, at the corners.
but his love goes beyond the mere crinkle his eyes, because march notices the way he would remain an arms-length away from you, as if he were afraid to close in the distance and stand fully by your side. yet at the same time, it seemed as though he was afraid to let that distance grow—as if you'd slip away from him, drifting beyond the atmosphere. his atmosphere.
his eyes, however, manage to close that distance. whenever he can't be near you, dan heng's gaze would make up for his heart's loss, filling in what couldn't be tangible. so, he stares. on and on.
but march doesn't want that; she wants this to become real, for dan heng to break through the barrier of fantasy and finally, finally love! she wants his love to become palpable, for you to notice his gaze, his adoration.
she wants your eyes to meet his, for his longing to be returned. after all, it's no fun pining all the time!
i've got to take the reins! march thinks with the snap of her fingers, grinning mischievously once she notices dan heng trying to sneak off to the comfort of his room.
little does he know, march is an expert in love, and she's not going to let this case remain unresolved!
now that she thinks about it, you might have some feelings for dan heng too. sometimes, she would come into your room and it'd be empty, only for her to realize that you were in dan heng's, reading some math textbooks (written by doctor veritas ratio himself).
even though you hate math.
suspicious, march thinks, not-so-discreetly lurking behind a corner. very, very suspicious.
"i know you're there," dan heng states blandly, standing with his arms crossed.
march opts to remain silent. dan heng sighs.
"what you're thinking is wrong," dan heng tries to explain, his tone unamused. march steps out from behind the corner, a frown etched onto her face.
"how do you know what i'm thinking, huh?"
"it's written all over your face."
"well, i know what i'm thinking is right. you like [name]!" she points at him as if she were prosecuting him in court, only to wince once she hears her voice echo throughout the train's hallway.
oops. march's hand falls to her side, her eyes growing wide as she glances away from dan heng.
"ahaha... i mean, who wouldn't, though?" march tries to add, rubbing the back of her head anxiously. "right, dan heng?"
"they're not here right now," dan heng mutters, as if that were reassuring. despite his "kind" words, however, march can still feel his piercing glare. she shivers a little, but justice always comes first.
once more, march points at dan heng accusingly.
"now, how would you know that? i knew it! you're always watching them—you can't fool me, dan heng!"
"as the guard of the astral express, i need to know where everyone is at all times," dan heng states, his voice monotone.
march isn't easily defeated. "well, where's stelle?!"
"lobby."
"welt?!"
"lobby."
"himeko?!"
"lobby."
"is everyone at the lobby to you?" march asks, exasperated. dan heng shakes his head.
"the conductor is at the helm."
"well, obviously! where's [name], then?!"
"the buffet car."
"aha! notice how [name]'s location is the only one that's different?! that's 'cause you're keeping tabs on them, dan heng!"
"the conductor is at the helm."
"that's because the conductor is the conductor! and conductors have to conduct in the helm!"
dan heng deadpans, watching the way march mentally congratulates herself for such an intelligent line of reasoning. he uses this moment of weakness to slip away from her line of sight and lock himself in his room, free from march's madness.
"hey! don't run away!"
i already did, though? is all dan heng thinks, feigning ignorance to march's fists pounding against his door.
"fine! i was gonna be benevolent and consult you before [name], but since you're acting like this, i'm just gonna tell them right now!"
march stomps away from dan heng's room, making sure her steps are extra loud. a couple seconds pass, and dan heng's door slides open.
"heh, i knew it," she remarks triumphantly. dan heng sighs.
"don't tell them."
"why not?" march asks, genuinely confused. she notices the way dan heng glances away briefly (when usually, he maintains eye contact without a problem), and the way his fingers play nervously with the cuffs of his coat.
the concept of you is enough to make dan heng reincarnate anew. he becomes something else, shedding his previous apathetic identity in exchange for something lighter, something lovelier.
he's nervous, march realizes. that's a first!
at the mere thought of you, he shifts awkwardly from side to side, unsure of what to say. he loses his words, his throat closes up, and his heart—oh, his heart—aches.
"it'd be a burden," dan heng mutters, "i think it's best if things just stayed as is."
something tells march that dan heng has thought about this before; that he's spent many sleepless nights mulling this over, whatever this is. something tells march that dan heng has wanted to break the barrier of fantasy, that out of everyone in the world, the universe, he's wanted to do that the most. where else would he use this love of his?
"but what if they like you too?" march asks, suddenly sympathetic. dan heng shakes his head, a solemn expression on his face—it's unlike himself, to be so doubtful, but the sincerity of his frown makes march realize that this is real.
he really thinks he has no chance, she thinks. poor guy!
"they... have feelings for someone else." dan heng's voice drops, barely above a whisper. again, dan heng acts so unlike himself—it's in the way his gaze casts downwards, the way his expression loses his signature self-assuredness.
of all the things in this world, the only thing that can make dan heng doubt himself is you.
(it's only ever possible because it's you.)
so, the reason why he's only ever stared at [name] is because he thinks they like someone else? dan heng fills the grief of his heart through his eyes. when he looks at you, his irises can hold you because his hands cannot. when he looks at you, he can cherish your existence from afar, making up for the distance in between.
of all the things in the world, the only thing that can make dan heng suffer is you. because he's forced to orbit around you, because he's incapable of coming any closer—because dan heng's wax wings aren't strong enough for your incomparable light, your incomparable presence.
dan heng's wax wings aren't strong enough for anything but observing you from a distance: staring, staring.
"now, what makes you think that?" march queries, trying her best to comfort her friend. "if anything, i think [name] does like you!"
"they're always making stops at the luofu,"—at this point, dan heng doesn't even care if he reveals how much he knows about your whereabouts—"and they have regular meetings with the general."
subconsciously, dan heng's hand comes to reach for his hair, feeling the spot where horns used to sprout from his previous incarnation. if he were a life earlier, would you love him then?
march frowns before asking: "so, i guess you have your slow moments too, huh?"
dan heng blinks.
"[name] is going to the luofu so often because of you! they want to learn more about the vidyadhara! and guess who's a vidyadhara?"
dan heng blinks.
"that's what i thought!" march declares, finally basking in her long-awaited glory with outstretched arms. "once again, detective march prevails!"
"anyway, now that we've gotten over that hurdle, it's time we begin planning how you're going to confess to [name]! see, i had this idea, we should lay all of these pictures across their room—"
"that's creepy," dan heng states.
"only now are you choosing to be self-aware?" march retorts, offended. "fine! do you have any better ideas, then?"
silence. just as i thought, march thinks, crossing her arms. before she can say anything else, dan heng quickly turns around, his limbs becoming stiff as footsteps approach from down the hall.
march notices the way the tips of dan heng's ears begin to redden.
"oh, dan heng!" a familiar voice exclaims. "fancy seeing you here!"
"i live here," dan heng replies.
"you sure have a lot of attitude for someone who's turning into a tomato..." march mutters, loud enough for only dan heng to hear. he says nothing—too fixated on you, obviously.
"and march, too! hey!" you wave, and march returns the gesture with even more excitement. she rushes to take your hands in hers before bidding farewell to the bodyguard, intent on dragging you down the parlor car to her room.
but dan heng is quicker to react, because he positions himself in between the two of you and march's room, an unreadable expression on his face. the only telltale sign of his affection is the color of his ears—impossibly red, impossibly loved.
"what's going on?" you ask, genuinely confused. "are you beefing? i'm placing my bets on march, by the way."
dan heng sighs, but it's a different kind of sigh. it's a little lovesick, a little endearing, because although dan heng doesn't particularly care about silly comments, when you're the one saying it, it suddenly becomes acceptable.
(it's only ever possible because it's you.)
"yeah, we're beefing!" march interjects, ignoring the way dan heng glares at her with the might of a thousand suns.
you can't hurt me! march thinks, grinning. dan heng seems to catch on, because his brows begin to furrow and his slightly upturned lips—a result of your presence—thin into a line.
"huh? beefing?" stelle suddenly appears out of nowhere, wanting to join in on the action. "about what?"
"about dan heng's feelings!" march adds, feeling the way dan heng emits murderous intent.
"dan heng has feelings?" stelle asks.
"yes, yes! and guess who they're for?"
"pause," you interject. "dan heng has feelings for someone?"
aha! march thinks, tugging your hand towards herself. "does that make you feel any way, [name]? jealous, perhaps? murderous?!"
someone, at this very moment, is feeling very murderous.
"oh, i know, i know!" stelle pulls out a detective cap and a monocle, a toothy grin forming on her face. "[name] feels jealous!"
your mouth hangs slightly agape, whereas dan heng's murderous intent dissipates into utter nothingness. the parlor car falls silent, and if march really listens in, she can hear crickets despite there being no insects in outer space.
"now, why would [name] feel jealous, stelle?!" march lets go of your hands in exchange for stelle's, reveling in the joy of being understood by a fellow partner.
"because..." stelle trails off dramatically, tugging her detective cap down to mask her eyes. "[name] likes—"
dan heng slams the blunt end of his spear against the floor (where did he even get that from? march wonders), the powerful thump! reverberating throughout the hall. instinctively, he glances over at you.
but you return his gaze (and dan heng ignores the way his heart stutters) and you smile at him (and dan heng ignores the way his heart leaps), before stating, "well, this wasn't really how i envisioned it to go."
you spare stelle a glance, and she instantly grabs march's wrist before rushing off. although it seems like they're leaving you and dan heng alone, it's more likely that they're just hiding behind a corner to eavesdrop.
but you don't care. after all, the cat's out of the bag anyway. might as well just confess, right?
you open your mouth to speak, but dan heng beats you to it.
"i have feelings for you," he states. when he stares at you—and when you return his gaze—dan heng's heart trembles. he's not used to being perceived by you, he's not used to having his stares reciprocated, much less his feelings.
"i do, too," you reply, nervous. dan heng can tell you're nervous; it's in the way your fingers come to fiddle with each other, the way your voice is a little shaky, your lips pursed.
you smile, and so does dan heng.
he reaches for the sun.
click!
THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”
could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!
“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader
There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.
He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.
You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.
Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.
No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.
He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.
“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.
“…No.”
It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.
Yet, he still can’t find the words.
Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.
🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )
Thank you for introducing this game to me, tumblr
I am thoroughly brainrotted
Also xyx's route just hits way too close to home so he hurts the most
Someone taped a photo of Markiplier to the FNAF poster at our theater
Some bubbline I had drawn these days!
Thank you Fiona and Cake gives me more bubbline power!🙏
happy halloween!! 🎃🎉 just wanted to do something silly and play around with retro effects (thats why basil is holding a camcorder) anyways i hope u like it :]
Mc being so busy commanding the seven brothers that they forget that they can be commanded too.
Satan and Lucifer fight? You resolve it. Beel getting too hungry and destroying the castle? You resolve it. Mammon and Levi arguing over owed money? You resolve it. You run a tight ship and you’re the boss over those demons in every little way imaginable. Every demon and angel you have met has bowed to your command and let you have control and be the peacemaker.
So when you get too stressed and begin to yell, all seven brothers looking at you in astonishment, nobody knows what to do. Except for the one person you cannot tame.
You feel a hand grip the back of your neck. It’s strong but gentle and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. The person behind you leans in and demands… “Behave”
And suddenly you’re quiet. Docile. Solomons voice calming your mind without a single spell. He smiles at the group as you close your eyes from the embarrassment.
"We’ll be seeing you later, you can resolve this amongst yourselves. Me and MC have some business to attend to at Coctyus Hall…”
Leona Kingscholar x Reader
He’s In Love
Three times others realized he was in love, and the one time he realized it.
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Ruggie found pride in the fact he was one of the few who could wake Leona without completely angering him. Of course, he had food with him every-time he woke the prince so that most likely has something to do with it. However, Ruggie will take his wins and successes where he can get them. Today however, was not one of those days. Ruggie simply did not have the time to get Leona his lunch and deliver it to him in the botanical garden. Instead, he found himself seated at a lunchtable, papers scattered around him as he crammed for his exam next class. Maybe he should have studied like Jack suggested.
You offered to take Ruggie’s place of handling Leona and Ruggie, feeling the stress of failure, happily accepted the offer. He didn’t think about the fact that Leona would not like being woken up by you, or the fact that you did not know what Leona liked to eat. He was too busy looking at his papers to even notice you left the cafeteria without a single ounce of food in your hands.
He looks up from his writing when he hears someone sit in front of him, eyes widening upon seeing you. You smile at him. “I got him.” Ruggie blinks, pencil going slightly slack.
“What do you mean you got him?” You tilt your head, pointing over to the lunch line. Ruggie thought he died and went to heaven when he looked over. He saw Leona of all people, standing in line. His tail was flicking in slight agitation, and he was looking around the room with boredom, but he was there. Ruggie’s view snaps back to you. “How did you manage that?!”
“I asked him to come to the lunchroom since it was time to eat?” You didn’t seem to grasp what was so baffling about the situation. Ruggie blinks once, then twice. He looks down at the table and realizes you don’t have any food.
“Where’s your food?” You go to respond before food is placed in front of you. Ruggie watches as Leona is the one to place said food, ruffling your hair as you say thanks before taking a seat next to you with his own meal. That’s when everything clicks for Ruggie. He laughs to himself, watching the two of you interact in amusement.
He leans on his hand, wondering how long exactly it will take Leona to notice his feelings for you.
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Cheka very happy to meet his uncle’s friend, you were very nice and happily played with him while Leona napped. Apparently his visit was when you two were supposed to have a study session, whatever that was, but you didn’t seem too upset by his interruption. Cheka pouts, cheeks puffed as he crosses his arms. “I’m hungry though!” You sigh, placing down the toy you had.
“The cafeteria isn’t open…I could try getting you a snack from the dorm’s kitchen, but I don’t want to overstep.” Cheka huffs, looking over at his sleeping uncle before climbing to his feet and rushing over. He climbs onto the bed with great effort before shaking Leona’s arm.
“Uncleeeeeeeee I’m hungry and (Y/N) is too scared to cook!” Your eyes widen in offense at the blunt statement of the child before rushing over to scoop him up.
“Cheka! Let him sleep, come on now!” The little beastman wiggles out of your grip, landing back onto the bed with a thump. Leona’s tail flicks in agitation, ears twitching at the noise. His eyes open and they glare at Cheka. You wince but Cheka simply smiles a toothy grin.
“Let’s go get something to eat! We can have a picnic! Oh! Or a…buffet, or-“ Strings of laugher leave the child’s lips as he’s struck with a pillow by Leona. You’re quick to catch Cheka and prevent him from tumbling off the bed.
“Leona!” You scold and said beastman rolls his eyes.
“He was bein’ too noisy.” You roll your eyes in return, placing a giggling Cheka on your hip.
“Well, since you’re up. Cheka and I are going to go out for a bit.” You turn and Cheka watches from over your shoulder as Leona gets up, beginning to put his shoes on. You bend down, picking up Cheka’s toys and putting them in one of his bags. Leona comes up behind the two of you and Cheka watches as he slaps your hand away when you attempt to open the door.
“No.” That’s all that leaves his uncle’s lips before Cheka watches him open the door for you, stepping to the side to allow you to walk out of the room first. You huff in amusement, stepping through the doorway with Cheka before Leona does the same, shutting the door behind him. Cheka blinks, still on your hip as he watches Leona situate himself to the left of you, tail idly swaying and ears flicking gently at the sound of your humming. Cheka’s own tail begins to sway in happiness. Eyes widening in delight. That’s something his Father does! Holds the door open, walks on the left. Ears perked and ready to listen for whatever his Mother says! And his tail is showing he’s happy! You two are acting like his parents!
You were very confused when Cheka began to call you Auntie/Uncle (Y/N) later that day.
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Jack was not expecting this today. Spelldrive games were never easy, taking a lot of athletic skill to play effectively. However, he seemed to be the only one to notice that their team was doing better than usual. Jack’s ear flicks as he thinks, eyes scanning the sidle lines as he takes a sip of water. His eyes pause for a moment when he recognizes you in the crowd. Your eyes connect and you send over an overly enthusiastic wave. Jack responds accordingly before placing his water down, preparing to go back in.
He watches as Leona moves across the field. Fang piercing his lip slightly as he continues to look. Leona put effort into the game, Jack knew that, this much effort though? No. Gears begin to turn as Jack attempts to think of what was causing it. His family wasn’t here and if they were then Leona would have been a no show. Ruggie could have offered him something…must’ve been a good deal. Jack’s ears pin back as the signal of the game ending rings out across the field. It was always noisy.
The crowd cheers at the results of the game and Jack watches as the other team sulks, feeling slightly smug at the feeling of victory coursing through his veins. Leona is quick to make his way to the bench, grabbing his water and downing it, tail flicking as sweat drips down his forehead.
“Didn’t think you could move like that.” Leona pauses, turning to Jack with a quirked brow. Jack is quick to correct himself. “I mean, I know you’re good, just the effort is a bit surprising is all.” Leona goes go bite back before being cut off by another voice.
“That was great! I still don’t really understand what’s going on, but I think I’ll get it in time.” Jack’s lips curl up as he spots you bouncing on your heels before turning back to Leona. The lion beastman has a small smile on his own lips as he looks at you.
“Yeah? I’ll explain what you don’t get. After a nap though. I’m exhausted.” You nod enthusiastically, folding your hands behind your back.
“Want me to come with? I won’t sleep, but I can stay occupied and quiet.” Leona scoffs.
“I don’t care.” Jack watches as Leona walks away, you taking a stance next to him. Leona is quick to correct where you stand, making sure you’re on his right. Jack watches as your figures get smaller as you make your way to the Hall of Mirrors.
So that’s why today’s game was so easy.
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Leona didn’t need anyone. He was fine all on his own. That’s what his pride and ego told him. He was sitting at his chess board, playing against himself as you read a book on his bed. You were playing with the lion earlier, but became slightly discouraged at losing over and over again. Leona’s tail flicks as he thinks, eyes hovering over the king and queen pieces standing next to each other on the black side of the board. His ear twitches as he hears you move slightly on his bed and glances over.
His ears pin back as he notices the book you were reading lays slack in your hand, your head titled as your back leans against the headboard. How you managed to fall asleep in the position the beastman will never know. Leona watches your chest rise and fall slowly, leaning on his hand as his elbow rests on the table he sits at. That cannot be comfortable. With an eye-roll, he stands up and makes his way over to you.
The book is gently placed on the bedside table, Leona making sure to mark the page. The beastman then gets to work, lifting you up to place you on the bed comfortably. He glances back at the chess board for a moment before looking back down at you. He clenches his jaw before he crawls into the bed alongside you. His breathe hitches as you cuddle up against him and Leona begins to run his fingers through your hair.
A soft smile is on his lips as he continues to play with your hair, making sure to not tug and if he runs into a knot, to gently undo it. He leans down, giving you a soft kiss on the crown of your head before pausing. Leona’s eyes widen in alarm at his actions. Oh…oh. You and him need to have a talk later. Well, he has to talk to you. Leona’s face scrunches up just thinking about it. However, for now he is going to take advantage of the situation and rest.
He wraps his arms around you, closing his eyes as his tail thumps against the mattress. His tail settles as his breathing slows. Yeah…he’ll tell you later. He wants this to continue.
This is so real and relatable and I want him and I'm in love with him and I could treat him like a king and I wanna be him
you cannot tell me he's not the most attractive man alive
THSITHISHTHIS IM BECOMING DELULU AND EVERYTHING FOR THIS MAN I LOVEHIMSM
I am so in love with this man it’s becoming unhealthy
AJSJDHSJSJGKGOFODOGODOODGOD MY HUSBAND OMG😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️
GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL
KAZUTORA IS BEING PORTRAYED BY NIJIRO IN THE TOYKO REVENGERS LIVE ACTION
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
THE EARINGS
AND THE TATTOO
I WANT HIM SO BAD.
HOLY SHITTTTT 😍😍
BLUSHING SO HAFD RN BRO
EN kaeya animation again bc.. him……
THEY FINALLY DID IT SAKBFGHUESJKGBULSRIGBHSIUGBHNSLIUGHS
the hearts are realistic enough that riddle’s perfectionist nature even appeared when he made his heart 🥹🥹
dying in their arms
featuring !! malleus draconia, ace trappola, riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, lilia vanrouge, azul ashengrotto, cater diamond, deuce spade, floyd leech, idia shroud, jade leech, kalim al asim, jamil viper, and vil schoenheit.
tw; mention of blood and death
MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself.
“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.”
you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.
malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves.
“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.”
you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.”
you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell.
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