#[ 📬 ] asks!!

[chuluoyi]

in your love entries series, how would gojo react to finding out his daughter (who is in elementary/middle school) is potentially getting bullied or picked on? 🥺 like his daughter comes home one day from school and she’s acting off or hiding any bruises and gojo is trying to figure out what’s going on while using his Father Senses™️ :(

your son is sweet on most days, but he can be prickly when he deems satoru is making no sense at all. he’s not overly full of energy like him—he’s calmer like you, and for a kid, he isn’t exactly a crybaby.

and so when satoru sees how he comes back from his school one day with slightly red-rimmed eyes and clutching his arm, he immediately knows that he is definitely upset.

“did something happen?” he got down on his knees to inspect him. your son is just five, and if he’s looking like this, then definitely something isn’t right. “hey…?”

something inside him—his fatherly instincts—soars the moment your baby’s lips wobble in an attempt to hold back a sniffle, and he immediately pulls the hand covering his arm gently to reveal a red mark on it.

“who did this to you, hmm?” his voice deflates an octave lower. it’s his son. his precious baby. anyone daring enough to do this definitely picks the wrong opponent. his expression must have been grim enough that your son finally breaks and lets out a sob.

“t-they… pushed me,” he cries, and the sound is like knives to satoru’s heart. “they s-said… w-wearing glasses i-is… stupid…”

it’s like someone has twisted those knives in his chest. his son inherits his cursed eyes and he’ll have an even harder time if he doesn’t wear black glasses. but in the end the fact remains—it’s because of him.

satoru immediately brings him into his arms, patting him soothingly in the back, disregarding his brewing anger. “there, there… no, you’re not stupid. remember, you have good eyes. we do. sometimes people might take it the wrong way… but don’t let them get to you, yeah?”

“b-but… what if they k-keep doing this..?”

“shh. no, mark my words—they won’t.”

and when his son hugs him back in return, clinging onto him, satoru knows what he has to do.

the next day, he personally picks his son up from school, and your sweet boy can only wonder why those who picked on him yesterday aren’t in his class anymore.

[seelestia]

Aughh the Aventurine x bodyguard reader food 😩😩🙏🙏I need a part 2

THE FOODDDD 🙏 i honestly didn't expect anyone to ask for a part 2... but i have to gauge how many people would be interested in it first. so dw, i'll keep it in mind! as for now – since we can consider the gambler & knight post as a meal somewhat, have a snack in the form of text messages! (i tried emulating his canon texting style, can u tell.)

[ note: messages were made using this site! the creator also has a kofi if u'd like to show some support ‹3 ]

⎯ exhibit A: his favorite employee

⎯ exhibit B: aftermath of a deal gone wrong

[userchai]

The great divine blessed Eddie with a long tongue to torture us.

yes. yes. YES.

long and it’s pierced, and he’s so skilled with it. goes down on reader for hours, and he’s an expert at it flicking it against them just right so their legs are shaking and they think they’ve seen god. (also he would kiss them after, running his tongue against theirs to let them have a taste.) and he’s always sticking it out at you, smirking when you get flustered because just the sight of it sends you into a complete frenzy. 😵‍💫

[yanderedazai]

Seriously-,, how many Dazais even are on this damn site??? What's your thing?

☆× ( @chuuya-w8nebitch )

A thing? I don't have a "thing" as you call it, chibi~

[kaymarie-bell]

Furby with dead battery: chirp chirp demonic wailing

Child Mallues: Ah yes, just like the inescapable cycle of live and death and watching loved ones depart

According to the Furbish language dictionary:

1. Sleep / 2. Good night

Someone help me name the Furby 🌻

First part

[kaevch]

HI RYU ILY/p CONGRATS :DDDDD CAN I ASK FOR UHH SHIRO IN HIS SCHOOL UNIFORM WITH LEONA PRETTY PLEASE

HAIII SAPPHYYY :DD ILYSM TOO!!/p AND THANKYOUU ^^ HEHEHEHE

anywasy, thanku for the request!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING SHIRO AAAAAA ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

i hope u like it!! <3

[carnivorousyandeere]

idk why but i love the idea of a Yandere x Tsundere!Darling type of pairing... especially if the Yandere is one of those "i know what is better for you" type of yans (Like Marcus, Wisteria, Penny or Isla)... doesn't matter if they actually know for real that darling is into them/reciprocates despite denying it, or if they're just delulu about it all, or if (god forbid) they actually BELIEVE that the tsun!darling isnt into them and decides to take matters into their own hands (they do know that their tsun darling will be much happier and less snappy once they're together after all... right!?) 😭 omg

I love Darling being tsundere towards their “totally-normal love interest,” only for their feigned distaste to become real hatred as the yandere, fooled by their Darling’s tough façade, reveals their true colors as a desperate last bid to have their Darling to themself…

Darling, internally— “I really did like you before, but now— now I can’t even look at you. Can’t believe I was so stupid as to fall for someone so horrible, can’t believe you had me fooled. Can’t believe I thought you actually liked me back. This is all for you, not for me. You just want to own me, to have me to soothe your feelings. You don’t care about me at all.”

[onlyjaeyun]

not to be horny but…sb!jay wouldn’t admit it but his favorite thing to do would be to eat yn’s pussy. he’s had a bad day? he tell yn to bend over his desk or spread her legs and just goes crazy. he finds out yn’s bfs barely ever ate her out? he makes sure that he gives yn head every other day. maybe he would be like poison!hee but just hate to admit he loves getting pussy drunk on his gf.

SB!jay is THAT dom who will make sure to let his baby know that she's his absolute favorite meal and only way to calm down or take some of his frustration out by using his words, going all "this pretty little cunt always makes me feel so good, always" or "come here baby, let daddy wat that sweet pussy so i can distract myself a little yeah?" however, he'd never straight out admit it. especially when he's with his boys and they talk about how much they love to eat pussy, jay just shrugs and says he likes it but would never tell them just how many times his baby has managed to make him cum freehand in his pants just by sitting on his face. he's just a really proud guy and because his body language and responses to the taste of her cunt is usually enough for her, he doesn't really feel the need to be so open about it to his boys. at one point, y/n finds herself sitting next to jake, just casually scrolling through her gallery and he spots a picture of his bestest of friends with your thighs next to his head, a pretty little snap shot she took the night before because she just really wanted to save that moment not realising that his boys won't ever let him hear the end of how he looked absolutely drunk with his hooded eyes, flushed cheeks and messy hair like he's about to lose his mind. they actually start calling him seoul's munch after that and he doesn't really mind because it's not a lie and at the end of the day strictly business!park jongseong loves and lives for his girl's pussy and he's proud of it

[chuluoyi]

Chuu, i want to forget canon au now. It's better to talk LE drabble. So I have an idea —fluff 🍼 back

Satoru find weird (or maybe gross) video to try it with you. But just using it to tease you.. You know satoru only playing now, but still for safety, you're running from him. "Eww satoru, nope. Stop chasing me for that, idiot". Ended it's chasing scene like tom and jerry but both of you are laughing like kids, you play along with him..

You're so careful to meet his eyes. But he caught and bring you like a sack to bedroom and doing your night tale like usual >∆<

“t-that’s so—! satoru it’s dinnertime!”

“nuh uh, i’d say early start is better—”

this is the dinner table. your son looks at both of his parents, who are arguing after watching at a weird-sounding video from his papa’s phone, with a question mark in mind, as he munches his baby food.

satoru puckers his lips. “look, we never tried that position!”

“satoru!!!” you send your baby a concerned glance, before glaring at him. you get up from your seat. “no, goodbye.”

“eh? eh?? no! i’ll catch you!” and he too gets up from his seat and chase you.

your son is intrigued. he totally doesn’t understand what both of you talked about (bless him) but right in this moment, as you’re running from your husband and he’s blocking your possible paths, just like in the cartoon he watches daily, he wants to join too!

“satoru, good lord—” you almost laugh at the way he’s guarding your exit on both sides of the couch, both hands spreading widely. “stop chasing me! you look like a total clown!”

“not a chance. until you let me bed you that is,” he wickedly smiles.

but suddenly your little munchkin, out of nowhere, runs past him, unexpectedly becoming his army as he yells, “catch mamaaa!”

“right kiddo, let’s get her!”

“—?? wait, what—?!”

and long story short, your own kid topples on you and grips you in a vice like hug, giving satoru his win.

“aren’t i your favorite?” you pout at your son, squeezing his cheeks. “why did you betray me?” and he merely giggles as he rolls on you on the floor.

seeing his food toasted (you) right in front of him, satoru ruffles his toddler’s hair with pride. “heh, good kid.”

“satoruuu!” you shriek when he picks you up and flings you over his shoulder like a sack of potato. “nooo, baby, save meee—”

“huh?” poor son looks at both of you with confusion, and satoru puts an index finger on his lips, smirking evilly.

“now go back to your room, ‘kay? mama needs her bed time too and if she’s lucky, she can get up early tomorrow~”

[seelestia]

helloo-! sorry for the abrupt message, but i have to know. does the esteemed baker have any sona of some sort? i'd love to make fanart of the shop or something if i'm able.

respectfully yours, 🕸️ anon. (i'm new!)

greetings, 🕸️ anon! this is so cute?? and kind??? of u to ask???? ( ;´ - `;) /pos. but to answer: yes, i do!! with the power invested in me thru this neka.cc - here is how my baker sona looks like ‹3 and while we're at it, here are some random facts abt them (if u don't mind)!

(i don't have a set design for the bottom half of her dress so feel free to imagine it however u want to!)

her hair smells like strawberries. it's perfume but sometimes, the fragrance gets naturally enhanced if she's baking a pastry with strawberries as an ingredient that day!

loooves when kids visit the bakery and compliment her hair !!! (the children just want free food which they get LOL) ‹3

doesn't have a sweet tooth but likes baking sweet food for people. an irony that works out somehow.

sometimes rests their head over the counter and accidentally falls asleep (#unprofessional). just give them a gentle tap on the arm and they'll serve u right away!! sorry abt that.

whisking is her favorite part of baking! it's a good arm workout and feels vv satisfying to do (the baker has strong muscles?!?). also has an icing spatula on her at all times so don't stir up trouble in the bakery unless u'd like to get smacked (/lh).

[artxstic-scr1bbles]

Draw us something... Duck demands it 🦆✨👑

Just because you are one cutie pie (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Doodles for the little skeleton ★

Bonus:

POV: Chibi Ink meets Error Sans

[yanderedazai]

(flops on him)

@doppo-poetess

Huh? A beautiful woman willingly laid in me? Did I due and go to heaven?? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[star1117-archives]

Yandere pervert Mingi who finally shows himself to his live after stalking them for months - by maybe waiting for them in their room or something creepy of that sort

S.MG X GN!READER

YOUR THROAT FELT LIKE IT WAS CLOSING UP.

if you’d had trusted your gut feeling, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now. the knife was cool against your neck, your skin burning in comparison. you stayed still, silent as the intruder had instructed, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible so you don’t accidentally cut your own neck. his breath however was loud, almost laboured, sickeningly warm on your neck as he leant into your ear. you had to fight the shudder that rose through your body when his lips grazed your ear.

“i’ll slit your pretty neck if you scream.”

gulping, you hummed in quiet agreement, allowing him to push you forward until you were at the bottom of your bed. fearing the worst, you closed your eyes as he pushed you onto it, just hoping it would all be over soon. however, when nothing happened, you dared to pry one daring eye open. the intruder’s head was tilted to the side in confusion, mouth and nose covered by a mask. finally understanding, he chuckled and unhooked one side of his mask, pulling it off as he spoke.

“i might be a stalker, but I’m no rapist.”

it felt as if your eyes had doubled, no tripled, in size, eyes hurt as you stared at your stalker’s face. surprisingly, it was a very familiar one.

“it’s you… from the café!”

when your voice rose, the man darted forward, hand on your mouth as he pressed the knife to your neck again.

“last warning baby, keep your fuckin’ voice down.”

tears now wetting your cheeks, you nodded slowly, gritting your jaw as his gloved hand caressed your face, wiping your tears away. sighing in content, he moved a few stray hairs into place, twirling one around his finger before letting it bounce back into place. finally letting up, he pointed to the pile of clothes neatly folded on your desk chair, gesturing with his knife.

“get dressed.”

eyebrows furrowed, you approached the clothes slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements or noises. cold dread washed over you when you saw the semi-formal clothes, taking in his black slacks and dress shirt underneath his hoodie.

“why are you forcing me, mingi? I told you no-”

he paced forward, face now inches from yours, a stern expression on his face that he never showed you at the café. even when you’d turned mingi down, he gave you a small smile and thumbs up, seemingly disappointed but taking it fairly wrong.

how wrong you were.

“and now you’re gonna tell me yes. we’re gonna go to the fancy restaurant I’ve booked, have a lovely fuckin’ evening, and then we’ll see where it goes from there.”

your face darkening, a wave of confidence, or perhaps stupidity, washed over you.

“who says this is gonna go anywhere?”

mingi just laughed in an almost mocking fashion, holding up the knife and letting it glint in the moonlight.

“mr. knife says you might not have a choice in this, baby.”



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[orchidyoonkook]

I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰

(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)

You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕

Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG

Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection

Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.

Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.

Word Count: 923

Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM

A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.

A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.

The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower. 

Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest. 

It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another. 

It’s the day before you leave.

The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back. 

But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did. 

To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.

Your willow tree. 

Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it. 

A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.

You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think. 

Closure. 

Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary. 

You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.

But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?

That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality. 

But it’s not enough to change your mind. 

You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you. 

He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.

He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.

His girl.

Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place. 

This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.

How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.

And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“You okay?” he asks. 

You are.

It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now. 

You can’t remember the last time you had that. 

“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”

Holding the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.

A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3

[carnivorousyandeere]

Been on an old men rampage, there are too few yan old men appreciations that AREN'T just "he's your daddy youre his little girl🥵🥵🥵". GOSH why aren't there more yan old men with complexity, with trauma, with angsty lore??? So I can say that pegging would fix him???

(rant totally was not caused by my resurfaced obsession with bill cipher and gravity falls)

DORIAN. Dorian. He’s such a sad, weird little meow meow.

[kaevch]

YOU!!!

ME????