#[ HII !!! <3 hope this works .

[polyphonial-old]

how nobara would look if gege wasn't a COWARD ‼️ / inspired by @/nibeul's nobara design and star earring nobara drawing

[id: a digital drawing of nobara kugisaki from jujutsu kaisen. her legs are in profile, but her torso is turned towards the viewer. she is grinning confidently. she has medium brown skin and dark brown hair with a bleached streak. she steps forward with her right foot, bending her left behind it, and holds up her hammer and three nails in between her fingers close to her head with her left hand. her right is leaning on a dark blue cane. it has a cyan star pattern, a light blue handle and wristband, and two pride flag stickers: a trans flag and a heart-shaped lesbian one. the last difference from canon is her clothes. her dress shirt is partially unbuttoned, and her jacket is fully unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. she wears a studded hole black belt and her skirt is pleated and shorter, halfway to her knees, but it has shorts beneath it. she wears white knee high ribbed socks and white sneakers with pink stars, as well as black fingerless gloves, pink nail polish and silver wire star earrings. the background is pink with stars and exclamation marks. end id.]

[jewelstole]

starter for : @americanedpsycho

she'll turn in her chair , powdering her nose in the mirror. " how can i miss you if you just won't go away ? "

[sunsdrop]

@seachant s.c

"You   know,   Ariel   ....   I've   never   considered   brushing   my   hair   with   a   fork   before   -"   a   soft   chuckle   parted   rose-tinted   lips   before   she   continued.

"But   I'm   kinda   tempted   to   now.   -   Your   hair   is   gorgeous   ....   so   it   must   work!   Mind   showing   me   how   you   do   it   sometime?"

[intertexts]

OOO and. 19. smiles cutely :3 i love ur writing ros im going 2 chew on my computer more wip snippets pls i wanna read more wip snippets 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YAYAYAYAYYY hiii :33 <3 ASHE FOR U!!!!! i meant to watch pd tonight & accidentally got sucked into the tranches & now it is. midnight. oops.

[vullcanica]

@vulpesse : the willows and the birches tousle their leaves and branches, rising their roots from the comfortable bed of the soil beneath as if in warning. the she - fox does not seem to share their same concern and restlessness … not yet, at least. and thus here she is, a trickster’s smile painted ‘pon plush lips as she leisurely sways nine fur - coated appendages, to - & - fro. “Did you get lost?”

He treads slow and reverent through the numinous lavender woods, keeping thoughtful distance. Sticking firmly to the measly path's middle - once long ago trodden by creatures less audacious - between shrubs delicate and thorned and deimatic, and minds none of them. His perilous eyes fixed forward as he comes upon the great radius of a captivating soul's pull and, at last, her visage. Hands held behind his back, as if to simply behold.

In turn he's come presentable, as befits a man of standing, though unencumbered by pretences of conformity. He, with his sharp, terribly symmetrical face and neatly laid curls and physique modestly concealed behind the straight cut of a trim vicuna pelt, has still shown up black-handed, ink on show, shock of amethyst ember proudly displayed in the apple of his pupils. Bare and raw everywhere it counts - without even the vaguest delusion of trying to fool the she-fox with glamours. A thing not true to its visage, not quite; recognizing another.

And it is in recognition he smiles - grin in mirror proportion.

❝ Mm, not for long... ❞ The woods had been a patchwork maze of unnavigable hostility, and yet... no less beautiful in their violence. Even time lost in this unfathomable wilderness has proven enjoyable to him - lover of things dark and aching, himself darker, achier. As such he had been welcomed, swatted and hissed and absconded from, the forest aflail in its efforts to shake him from its bowels. His soft, delighted hum betrays an amusement thereof. ❝ Though your fine beasts gave me grief to spare. I don't think they like me very much. ❞ Tone a measured quip of faux-disappointment, the Necromancer stops ten paces away, the grass behind him marked by wilt-yellow footprints left of his bare feet. The thick miasma of death hugging him head to toe perhaps justifies nature's aversion.

❝ And here I took care to announce myself. ❞ He says, diligently. Then, in the tone and grin of a man whom politeness has consistently eluded, and often: ❝ It was only polite... As guest, in search of host. ❞

[lightdash]

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[eikonshiva]

@phoenix-flamed s.c

"Your Grace?" The girl spoke timidly, her gaze wary to make eye contact with the man.

"When ....... when can I go back home? I ..miss my Mother..."

[coollyinterferes]

"Just got some cash and a pocket watch from some blokes earlier for free..."

"No kiddin'! It's as if this gun was magical or somethin'!"

[babyegle]

@unprocione s.c

"Leon .... are you really sure you're okay? You got hit pretty hard. If you need to take a break ... it's okay"

her words were laced with genuine concern -- the last thing she wanted was for him to push himself just for her sake ....

[othcrside]

@rosfms nadine + rosalind : november 15, wonderland skating

Athleticism of any variety was Nadine's kryptonite. She fared much better whenever she was inert, if she were completely honest. It left space for her mind to wander, stretching and curving like limbs on a football pitch; except she was searching for words, not some scuffed up pigskin ball. Digressing — she had tucked herself in the softest corner of her couch and contemplated on a movie to watch before she found one wherein a couple braves a skating rink while on a date. And, well, now that was half the holiday surprise Nadine was preparing to spring unto Ava, along with, of course, plenty of presents that actually reflected her interests and their relationship. However, she was apprehensive about showing up knowing absolutely nothing about the activity, and once realizing she would secure a helluva lot more brownie points if she were able to catch Ava whenever she slipped? It wasn't even a question anymore. Once arriving, she walked through the double doors and approached the first employee she could spot. "Scuse me," she spoke up, a friendly smile on her lips. "I heard you guys have coaches here? How much do they charge? I need to learn how to stay off my ass before the month ends. Nadine, by the way," the brunette stuck a hand out in greeting, not thinking to register in her excitement if they'd met before or not.

[dnfity]

you are literally abandoning us like :/

I DONT MEAN TO 😭😭😭 its all capitalism's fault

[facepeeled]

@whyscserious | plotted starter.

cricket's been on the road for ages. at least that's what it feels like. driving in a stolen car, either to the edge of the country or the end of the world. whichever comes first. she's basically falling asleep at the wheel, having run out of uppers two days ago and desperate for a fix. so she pulls into the first seedy motel off the side of the highway she comes across, knowing she can get a cheap room and hopefully find a hook up near by as well. but first she's gotta sleep this off.

there's only one vacancy left, the place is not very big at all. once cricket's got her key in hand, the front desk attendee flicks on the "no" sign in front of "vacancy." cricket sees it flicker off on her way down to the last room, on the corner near the ice machine. she lets herself inside, turns on the lights and the tv to a local news station, and crawls into bed to fall asleep to the sound of the anchorman waxing about petty crimes.

she's just about out when she hears a key turn in the lock. and the door opens. she bolts upright, wishing she had a gun instead of just her pocket knife. but she works with what she's got and springs her blade open. "the fuck you think you're doin'?" she asks, standing from the bed and wielding her weapon.

[totalswag]

hii, I’m not sure if you take request still but if so is there a possible way you can do a drew x singer!reader one shot take on how Sabrina “arrests” her fans before performing Juno for being too hot but the reader does it to Drew during her shows please 🫶🏼

arrested for being too hot — DREW STARKEY

authors note THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!! my request box is still open so feel free to send me any ideas regarding singer!reader or regular fic ideas you’d like me to write. this was so much writing too. thank for all the love on my last fic lovies <3

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summary "arresting" drew, your boyfriend, during your show before performing your song from your new album.

warning(s) none!

You are on tour for your new album in-front of thousands of fans almost every night. You worked hard on this album and it turned out wonderfully. If it weren’t for the amazing fans of yours, you don’t know where you’d be in your career— they are the reason you are doing this.

Half way into the show— going amazing. The crowd tonight isn't disappointing you. Everything you've hoped for on this tour. You've performed eighteen songs and about to go onto your nineteenth. Played musical spin the bottle not long ago which was really fun.

Before Juno, you begin with a small "skit" where you call someone out in the crowd, arresting them for being too hot. This became a thing after your first show of the tour and doing it ever since. Plus, fans absolutely love it. Interacting with your fans has always been something you did and create those bonds.

Drew, your boyfriend, is attending the show with Madelyn Cline, a mutual friend and cast-mate of Drew's. You told him earlier today you wanted to arrest him in the middle of the show to get the audience excited and it would be fun.

Drew was all for it, and he didn't want you to tell him what you were going to say—he prefers surprises.

Your pink, glittering, dazzling clothing was sparkling in the lights. You pressed your free hand to your brow as though you were looking around for a call. With security, you could see Drew and Madelyn making their way to the front.

You begin by adjusting your earpiece while moving around the stage in your long skirt. "You guys know that moment when you are in a room filled with such beautiful looking people that you start to feel overwhelmed?" When fans applaud, you smile.

"Oh, girls, I think I just seen my future husband in the front row! Oh my god, girls, come here, come here," you say anxiously into the microphone, beckoning them over and waving your free hand.

You turn to face Drew as the girls approach you, asking, "Do you see that gorgeous looking man over in the front row with his arms crossed in the tan shirt?" You speak into the microphone aloud, pointing to Drew in the crowd.

Your girls joyfully waved at Drew while placing their hands on your shoulder. As Drew blushes on the big screen, the crowd reflexively turns up the volume in the arena. 

"What's your name handsome?" With your head cocked slightly to the right toward your shoulder, you inquire in jest. 

"Drew!" You can hear him when he places his hands on the side of his lips. He gives you a childlike smile and a flushed face.

You say, "I'm sorry I couldn't get that?" as though you couldn't hear him. Leaning forward more, you place your free hand behind your ear.

He shakes his head and utters "Drew!" a little louder. 

"Oh my Drew, I must say that you must be a magnet because you drew me in" brings a smile to your face. Your tone indicated that you were trying quite hard not to laugh, yet you kept your calm brilliantly.

Fans had their phones out, capturing the entire interaction. Nobody would have expected Drew to be the person arrested at your gigs since the tour began.

"Drew, you are under arrest for being too hot," you say aloud, smiling and pointing at him— fanning yourself, moving your hips side to side as the sound of sirens going off with blue and red lights behind.

You put your left elbow against your girls shoulder, "guys do you ever just see someone so good looking that you just don't know what to do and all your clothes fall off in that moment" your long skirt slips off smoothy.

"Like your brain just like malfunctions and like I just wanna handcuffed to you now like," one of your girls puts the pink fluffy handcuffs into your hand, you kneel down, "do you know what I mean? Will you take these from me?"

Drew is overwhelmed in this very moment— it's very obvious how much you are affecting him. Drew gives you a gimme me gesture with his fingers, ready to catch the hand cuffs.

He takes them in his hands, looks down, and feels the smooth texture of the fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side before slowly glancing up at you with a smirk—keep in mind that he's still on the big screen.

"We're gonna sing this one to you, Drew."

Juno's song intro starts playing. You wave goodbye to Drew and Madelyn as you return to the center of the stage. You could hear the two begin speaking to fans in the distance.

Drew and Madelyn met you in the dressing room following the show. After giving Madelyn a hug and thanking her for attending the event, you moved to approach Drew and put your arms around his neck while grinning.

"That was insane," Madelyn exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "What about the full call-out and the handcuffs? Iconic! "You're the talk of the night; everyone is crazy about it."

You giggled as your face heated up. "It seemed right." "You should have seen his face!"

She laughs, "I got the whole thing on video, I'll send it to you later."

"I'm going to give you two some alone time, but you did such an amazing job tonight and looked so hot doing it," Madelyn adds, taking your hands in her and wiggling her brows. 

"Thank you, babe. I love you always," you say, hugging her before she leaves you and Drew alone. 

When you close the door, Drew comes behind you, placing his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek, making you laugh with the tenderness of his lips.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did such an amazing job on stage and looked unbelievable in your outfits made me feel like the luckiest guy in the entire world." He expresses emotionally, which uplifts you. 

"Coming from you, it warms my heart baby. Forever grateful to have you in my life," you smile softly, leaning against his chest, feeling that sense of warmth you always feel whenever you are with him.

"And I'm forever grateful for you" he quietly responds, kissing the top of your head.

"So what are we gonna do with those pink fuzzy handcuffs?"

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" what can i do to convince you? "

@hiungz : sc .

[j2rabbit]

" drinking alone in a corner? how very clichè. "

amused quirk of her lips accompanies her comment, sashaying closer to the table where the man sits with his liquor of choice. and because the ink and paint is almost empty on a thursday evening, she finds company in the stranger as she moves to sit opposite to him.

"i hope my presence isn't disturbing your solitude, " jessica understands the need for alone time better than people assume. when you spend your nights surrouded by drunk people and alcohol and cigar smoke, pretending that your eyes glisten with playfulness instead of exhaustion, you learn to crave that solitude at the end of a long evening. however, for some reason, tonight misery loves company.

" did you enjoy the show? " a question she doesn't really care to hear an answer to, but for the sake of idle chitchat, she still adds, " i always tell my boss that it's pointless to sing when there's barely any audience, " jessica leans closer on the table, hand brushes against his sleeve playfully, " but if you enjoyed it, then maybe it wasn't. " @dehrdevil

[uzurakis]

hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3

WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?

featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.

n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU

the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.

"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."

he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."

you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. we’ve been fighting constantly, and it’s exhausting.”

the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."

tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.”

he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "you’re not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."

you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.” then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. “we keep hurting each other…”

his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."

NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “please, sit down,” he said softly, gesturing to the couch. “we need to talk about this calmly.”

you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.

“why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice steady and soothing.

“like i said,” stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. “i feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.”

he nodded, listening intently. “i understand,” he said, his tone even. “but breaking up isn’t the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.”

nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. “every relationship has its challenges,” he said gently. “what matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if we’re both willing to try.”

CHOSO KAMO

his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. “please, don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “you can’t just say that, baby.”

you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. “choso, don’t hold me back..”

he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. “i know it’s been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.”

feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. “i just, i don’t know what to do with us.” your voice breaking.

choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. “every relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and i’m committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."

he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend’s shocked eyes became wider. “what? no!” he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. “that’s not how you solve this problem.”

with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towards–”

“i’m fucking trying, okay?” you hurried to cut his explanation. “you always have a logical answer for everything,” biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? “but it doesn’t change how i feel. it hurts, and i don’t see a way out of this.”

megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “i’m sorry.”

“…”

“look, i need you to hear me,”

“i don’t want to fight either, heck, i’m too tired to argue,” he gently pulled you into an embrace. “but i don’t want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."

"let’s be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.”

@uzurakis