Danzo: I've Trained Itachi To Be The Greatest Anbu Officer Konoha Will Ever Know.

my brain: blease,,,,im begging you....just read a book,,,.,a real book PLEASE

me: fäńfįctìøñ

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itachi: *making eye contact with me solely to put me in a genjutsu*

me: are we about to kiss right now yes or no

Hi, I really enjoy your works and I was wondering if I could request a head canon with mitsuya with a reader who is like Ty lee from Avatar: Legend of Aang.

With a fem! Ty Lee reader // Mitsuya Takashi

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

A.N: this can be seen as platonic or not! Atla is one of my favorite shows and I am very happy to share this piece with all of you. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

listen to this! or this! (for the scenario)

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Clapping and music could be heard in the background. Dressed up, with a colorful set, pink and red were standing out, jewelry adorned most of your body, and a big smile in your face.

In the middle of a circle of people enjoying the show, there you were, doing what you most liked to do, performing. You felt their stares, nerves forming in your core, but everything was fine, they were just getting caught in your moves. One stood out from the group, a certain lavender boy admired the girl in front of him, perplexed at the way you swayed your hips, pride and happiness filled him up.

The music was perfect, and how you made such complicated movements had everybody in awe. Cheering from the people at the end of the show, praises and praises slipped from their mouths and you could only smile and thank for such warming welcome from your friends.

"Oi, y/n, you really have talent!" Mitsuya said, a faint blush could be perceived, though, you weren't sure because of the darkness. After all, being in the night with candles lighting up was your favorite way to perform.

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it is no secret that mitsuya is like the perfect boy

he would treat you the best he can

since the first time he saw you he felt something light up inside him

your vibes were adoring for him

he helped you look for somewhere else to stay due to the fact that your family doesn't treat you well

you are childhood friends

maybe those feelings grew up to be something more than friendly...

loves to style you for your shows

if you are part of Toman would be in the 2nd division

very useful because of chi blocking and your flexibility

Mikey was impressed because you actually look like you are dancing while fighting. make it seem so easy

if you are not part of Toman you definitely know them, Mitsuya introduced the founders to you when he started the gang

great friends with Emma, Hina and later Yuzuha too. you make a lot of girl parties and sleepovers

all of the gang loves you because of your spontaneous and innocent personality.

"Mitsuya, is y/n coming? I miss her"

Hakkai has a lot of respect for you

Toman higher ups like to go to your shows to support you!

Mitsuya is very proud of you

he looks out for you too much

visits you very often

he appreciates your chill nature, always calming him if stressed

will always be there for you, no matter how complex the situation is

Overall, everybody treats you super good because you deserve it. Mitsuya loves you the way you are and is very happy to have you in his life<3

I just wanna know where the parents are in Tokyo Revengers.

this is me.

istj nanami bf x infp gf

match up request: Hi, May I have a TokRev Match-Up? I’ve the manga to the beginning of the Bonten Arc. I usually go by Emy (my full name is Emilyann). I’m 19. I’m a she/her. For my personality, I’m a Cancer, I’m very sensitive, but at the same time, I can be emotionless, I can full on insult/degrade someone with a stone cold face and then cry when they insult me. Im very protective and borderline aggressive, when I see/hear about someone I love getting hurt, I get mean and I go off, which has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I’m known to be able to read people easily, I can always tell when people are hiding their emotions and sometimes I can feel their emotions if I’m super close to them, and talk to them. In my friend group, I’m known to be the “fighter and mediator”, I’m always the first one in a fight, but if someone I know is going to start a fight, I try to stop it because I don’t want them to get hurt. I guess I should say this here (?), I’m also super touch-starved, and I have been known to cry when I’m touched and it scares people sometimes, because I just have tears running down my face, from a simple hug or arm around the shoulder.I like being around loud people, because it reminds me that people are around and that I’m not alone. I also like hearing about the supernatural, or anything like that. I also like action shows or movies mixed with horror, imma slasher fan. I like blasting music and singing really loudly, with my friends to annoy the people around us. I like being around really touchy-feely people, it helps me open up more. I dislike being in silence and alone. I don’t like people who brag consistently, or who consistently put other people down for their own entertainment. I have a dislike of being in closed spaces (like a small closet).I’m a plus size girl who is 5’1, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. I wear glasses as well. I have my ears pierced and my nose. (I added some photos as well). My gender preference is male, and I just want someone who is loyal and very understanding. Genre can be anything but angst. I prefer fluff or smut tho. Thanks 💗

I match you with...

¡! Baji Keisuke ¡!

Why?

he is your type, and you are his, he is that loud funny kid and you are the girl who always sincere-laughs at him and helps him calm down, the perfect combo.

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met at the school, believe it or not, he was actually very kind to you, always sarcastic and stuff, but he was a gentleman with you

you bonded almost inmediately, your personalities contrasting but at the same time complimmenting, like a match made in heaven.

he was troublesome, but you liked that. you seemed quiet and laid back, which wasn't so far from reality, but you knew how to enjoy yourself, and he liked that.

confessed in a normsl way, didn't make the cliché thingy but made it romantic with simplicity.

he loves to pet kittens with you

will never neglect you

outside and inside of baji is very different, maybe chilling in the outside, but freaking out inside.

your relationship is full of surprises, but that is what makes it so special

I just know he smokes weed, so, would like to do it together if you like it to

¡! NSFW ¡!

it doesn't matter if you are riding him, he always has the control

makes you cum so fast

quick fingers and fast tongue

fav position is standing ovation and bedlock

will never pressure you to do anything

loves blowjobs

roleplay.

will dress you as a maid

'kitten', 'angel', 'slut', 'whore' you never know with this guy

bondage

open to new things, except pegging

loves your body soooo much

finds your belly very cute and huggable

cleans you in aftercare and probably flirts with you while taking his cum off of your hair hahahaha

with love, for @cherryblossomsinthewind

I loved doing this match up, like, I route for your couple so much 💞

Fictional | O. Yuuta

Pairing(s) : Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

Warnings : Angst!

Summary : Yuuta has had a long day, a tiring one. And he dreams of you, his comfort character. In a world where you're the fictional one.

Word count : 0.5k words

"You're back." He whispered as he felt your fingers brush his eyelids.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning onto the bed with his head just slightly tilted onto the bed. His feet were both still planted on the ground as he rested both hands on his knees.

"Hmhmm, you must be really tired. Did you miss me?" You asked with a smile on your face, hands brushing through his hair.

"I missed you so much." He said, followed by a long sigh.

You let out a small chuckle as you moved, lying on your stomach with your head right beside his ear. You planted a soft kiss on his ear and his neck before burrying your face in his shoulder.

"Don't push yourself too much, Yuuta."

"I'm not pushing myself too far."

"You're tired. You need to rest, you know? Even special grades need a break every now and then." You said as your arms made its way around his neck, hanging right in front of his chest. He grabbed your hands and gently pat them, holding them before kissing your fingers.

"You know, it's getting dark. You haven't had dinner, have you?" You asked.

"That can wait." He said as he pulled your arms, so you'd hold him tighter.

"Yuuta..."

"Don't. Just let us enjoy the moment."

"I love you, you know that, right? You really need to take care of yourself better."

He let out a hum of acknowledgement, but kept his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of your hair brushing his neck and cheek, your face burried in the crook of his neck, and your arms holding him close. He never wanted the moment to end. Ever.

"Open your eyes, Yuuta." You whispered.

Yuuta opened his eyes, you were right, it was getting dark. He straightened his back and felt his sore muscles, he'd been sitting on the floor for too long.

He looked up to his desk, a poster stuck on the wall, right above his mini collection of mangas. You were there, smiling brightly. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at you. You were someone he'd protect with his all, someone he'd love with everything he had. If only the two of you existed in the same universe, he'd make sure your life was beautiful and safe, far away from the troubles you had to go through. He'd make sure you never had to cry alone from those painful events in your life.

And you'd do the same. You'd comfort him everytime he had a bad day, and you'd remind him to eat or clean up. You'd hug him tightly and run your hair through his hair. You'd be the perfect lover, and so would he.

"I wish you were real, Y/N." He said, mostly to himself and the empty room he called his home.

I wish we live in the same universe, where we'd be able to love each other and have our happy ever after. He said in his heart, not letting his mouth speak those words aloud.

"But, you're not real."

If Tomorrow Is Different

word count: 5.8k+

pairing: Viktor/Photographer!Reader, Viktor x Photographer!Reader (I always use GN pronouns!)

warnings: none! just tooth-rotting fluff and so. much. flirting.

notes: i could write all day about flirty/peppy viktor i love him SO MUCH this little cheeky mf! got this out yesterday (vik’s bday!!) but accidentally… deleted it… yeah TvT but uh happy belated bday vitya!! <3

this fic is also cross-posted on AO3! hope you enjoy!

Piltoverian photographs aren’t supposed to be complex.

They’re still images, after all, only a story brought to life by certain motifs in a work.

Dark contrasts, stunning detail, matte finishes, perfection that has yet to be tapped into—this is what most request. After years of experience, along with guidance from experienced professionals, you’ve learned to master your craft.

Finding the optimal angle to invoke power as a theme—it’s already a done deal when the mere mention of the task comes about. Marking Piltover as a country that has endured toil and shed its chrysalis of grime to emerge into an ornate creature of power—easily approachable. Showing off luxuries and the finest qualities of the elite—taken care of with a simple snap of pearls and gold.

Results are always surface-level, superficial, unreal because you’re able to mask the imperfections on camera—the qualities that always jump out at you, scaring the lens into submission. It’s the “scourge of Piltover,” a nightmare that buries its claws deep within your profession in the city, plaguing every individual, no matter how seemingly humble.

You’re well-adjusted to curing the illness, hiding what needs to be hidden, perhaps even inclined to make people look better than they actually are.

But with Viktor, there comes a dilemma.

Viktor, weak and feeble, as if a gust of wind may break his bones and put a stop to his heart. Viktor, fickle and nuanced, this unspoken genius that lays behind the shell of a human, blooming into brilliance with every second of existence.

How are you supposed to immortalize such a man?

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