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[ringsofsaturnnnn]

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MILKY. I LOVE YOU!!

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

mwah, mwah <3

my followers too!

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[milkybonya]

im literally on a friends acct but I wanted to write this to you before I forgot 😭

so I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a cowriting thing with me,maybe a coffee shop au with two parts, one for me one for you, and we could figure out the details!

so you know who it is- your beautea shines both from the outside and within💗

omg IM SO DOWN LETS DO THIS it sounds so cute @.@ hehe i love how i can tell immediately who this is <3

[ashipiko]

MOOT LIST! ♡

WWWWW. SHOUT TO ALL YALL!!! ALL MY MOOTIES!!!!!! fandom and tumblr experience would NOT be the same w/o yalls…….. 🫶 sending hearts. lmk if you would like to be removed/want me to change the way I address you!!! I DO NOT TAKE ANY OFFENSE!!! <3

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[beneathsakurashade]

You can call me Kanae, or Sakura if you'd like, my really close friends refer to me as Chuuya. ✦ I'm a Riddle yumeshipper (or selfshipper? I'm not super familiar with such terms lmao). I'm a sharing yume, happy to interact with other Riddle yume's and content!! ^^.

Platonically married to my beloved platonic wives @honeyedpearcrushh and @h0neybane <3333

Technically I'm multifandom? Idk how to explain it but I like to devote my brain to one media at a time, but I'm also interested in multiple medias. It's kinda complicated but I consider myself multifandom :>.

My blog isn't spoiler free, so please be warned!

Please don't use my art for ai training!!

My blog is SFW, and please don't follow me if you only post NSFW ^^. I'd just rather not have it discussed on my blog, thanks :3

PLEASE don't ask me for donations of any kind!!! thank u

Note: I use guy, girl, bro (all gender neutrally), to refer to everyone so if ur uncomfy with that please let me know .^.

I'm always open to chat so feel free to yap to me in dms or public :3

I also swear rather often, if you're uncomfy with that, lmk (∩˃о˂∩)♡

I draw oc art, and fanart, whichever strikes my fancy at the time :D

Eng primarily, Esp very rarely 𖦹ᯅ𖦹

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Series/Games that I'm a fan of ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

The Case Study of Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte), Bungo Stray Dogs, My Happy Marriage, Genshin Impact (dont support hoyo), Evillious Chronicles, Laid-Back Camp, Blue Lock, Project Sekai, Sailor Moon, Iruma-kun (official title is too long), Dunmeshi (Delicious in Dungeon), Honkai Star Rail (HSR), Daybreak 2

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[ringsofsaturnnnn]

i’m not crying. you’re crying.

what? no. those aren’t tears..

dear theodosia

Fatherhood Chuuya Nakahara Headcannons

summary: In which Chuuya Nakahara loves his baby girl more than life itself. wordcount: 1.3k warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of birth, female reader, criminal themes, swearing. ✎ . . . requested by the lovely @ringsofsaturnnnn! also tagging @underthetree845

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was absolutely terrified to tell your mafia lover the news. Hours had passed you by lying on the bathroom floor, staring at the two positive lines on the little test window. You'd place your hand on your stomach, feeling a shift there, a breath of new life. It wasn't like the both of you were not dedicated enough to each other or you felt as if he'd disappear. Of course not — he loved you. He'd burn the entire world for you. But this — how could you both raise a child when your lives were already so touched with chaos?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who showed you an expression you've never seen him make before when you uttered those very words. No muscle on his face moved an inch, his entire body freezing like a lethal statue. Then, his sapphire eyes widened. Until they were the size of dinner plates, of the moon itself.

"Oi." His voice cracked, eyebrows pinching. "Are you sayin'... are you sayin' I'm gonna be a dad?" Your heart swelled double, triple its size, and soared in your chest. Tears streaming down your face, you smiled. "Yes. Yes, you are."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, in that moment, rushed forward to envelop you in a bone-crushing embrace. Lifting you cleanly off of the floor and spinning you around like you weighed absolutely nothing at all. His growling shouts of glee filled the air, so loud that you were certain the entire Yokohama Port could hear him.

"A dad! A fuckin' dad, you hear me! I'm gonna be a dad, you fuckin' losers!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who had a smooth and healthy pregnancy. Of which there was a comical shift in Chuuya Nakahara's behaviour around you. When you were out in public, you'd catch him shooting penetrating death-glares at any individual who dared get a little too close to you. Taking you out on the town during balmy summer evenings, he'd always make sure the late bars had a mocktail menu — and if they did not, would threaten them into creating one. But on those quiet nights alone he'd lay beside you and let his fingers dance across your swollen belly. He'd tell your baby stories. He'd laugh. He'd make predictions about the baby's eyes, their hair, their sense of self.

"I bet she's gonna be a show-stopper. A diamond. D'ya think she'll have red hair? She's definitely gonna have your eyes, though."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who jolted up out of bed a day before your expected due date. Who shook Chuuya out of his deep sleep curled beside you, your voice frantic, stomach muscles groaning as they began to contract. And Chuuya, who almost killed a man when the physician took a little later to arrive due to the Port Mafia's forever winding hallways. But she came — after hours of labour, of screams, of Chuuya's strong grip never leaving your hand and anchoring you down to reality when you thought you would fall. She came into the world with a full head of hair and a thick, gurgling cry.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who held her so carefully when his baby girl was first placed into his arms. She had pure watery eyes typical to a new-born — her mother's face, her father's eyebrows and angry pout. Her flushed red fingers reached up to him and grappled. Stupefied, Chuuya extended one of his gloved fingers so she could grip onto it with a feather-like strength. And then, she cried. And for the first time in his life, so did he.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who told his secretary to go and fuck himself when he was reminded of the impending critical meetings taking up his schedule for that week. For the entirety of your recovery and the weeks following, the General blatantly refused to leave your side. He was alert and attentive to every cry his daughter made, every stir in the night, the pattern of her feeds and patting her back when she drank. She'd hiccup, and he'd say "Oya! That was a loud one, huh? Can ya do one more? Sure ya can!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who grew attached to the gleeful giggles his daughter made when he tickled her tummy, or when he pulled a funny face as he leaned over the rails of her crib. But her favourite game had to be when he made her fly. Just the barest of gravitational manipulation he would use to wrap her tiny body in a blanket of crimson and raise her high. She'd shriek in delight. Chuuya could always keep his hands out underneath, ready to catch her in case she fell.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who would occasionally take his daughter with him to lower-level Port Mafia meetings. The moment she learned to crawl, she was already learning to walk, and then she was learning to climb. Her preferred scalable apparatus — the long legs of not only her father, but any sour-faced crook she could get her hands on. And it was comical, the way these seasoned criminals would melt when she gripped at their ankles, demanding to be lifted. It was not long before it felt normal to have the little toddler crawling around the floor as General Nakahara and his subordinates spoke of business around the meeting table. Occasionally giving her father near heart-attacks when she picked up funny objects around the room and tried to put them in her mouth.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would always scold your partner for spoiling her too much. It would never do much to deter him. Almost daily, Chuuya Nakahara came back from his General duties nursing something or other for his baby girl — expensive chocolates and candies, shoes, clothes, dolls and little jewels. Every time he was sent on one of his gruelling missions to buy Elise another frilly dress, he'd always make time to buy two. Any time she would pass by a window display in the popular shopping districts of Yokohama, Chuuya would always find it exceedingly hard to say no when she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who never really got over how quickly she grew. It felt like almost yesterday when he cradled her in his arms, unsure and speechless, while she gripped his index finger tight. Now, she was a grown girl preparing to enter elementary school. True to his original predictions, his daughter's pale eyes had deepened into the hue of her mother's. But her hair — the clear imprint of her father — was wild and untamed, just like his. Sitting in ringlets of fire that framed her face. Sometimes, he'd ruffle them fondly when he'd come in from a hard evening's shift. Other times, he would let her play with his hair. Fashioning it up into ridiculous looking braids and ribbons until she declared he looked almost as pretty as her and momma. In those moments, despite the blackmail that could have been created against him if anyone snapped a photo of him in that state, Chuuya would always find himself smiling. And reply, almost, little princess, almost.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, on those days were missions did go wrong, where his men did die, when innocents got caught up and punished in the inevitable mafia cross-fire, would come home late to his little family. Who would hang his heavy coat by the door and kick his shoes off roughly, angrily. He would swear under his breath, he would curse profanities at every god there was — but quietly, so as not to wake you. But then, would come to the edge of the bed and find you and his little girl curled up together — fast asleep, peaceful and unaware to the depravity he stood against. His two most precious treasures. And when he would lean down to place a kiss on either one of your foreheads, he'd murmur the words like the only truth he'd ever known:

"Ain't nothing gonna hurt ya. Never. Till my last dyin' breath, I'll make damn sure of it."

⊹。°˖➴ writing requests are open!

[candy-canes-and-tinsel-chains]

【 ✮ Follower Event ✮ 】

thank you for helping me reach my 15 followers! special thanks to moots btw! @waddlewaddledee @vivievienne @peapea-0405 @if-chaos-was-a-boy @im-on-crack-send-help @grassiestars

i honestly hope i'll gain more with this but it's ok if i don't! have fun with these guys!♡

╭──────────.★..─╮ Dreamy Fusion Night - 15 follower event ╰─..★.──────────╯

"a dream is a wish your heart makes"

welcome to my dream shelf!

here, you may find dream bottles filled with different things! hope you can find something you'll like! may your wishes come true here!

dream bottles include the following!

chasing stars ⋆⭒˚.⋆☆ - i'll write you a little oneshot for a character or ship you send me

bouncy clouds ☁︎☁︎⋅ - i'll rate a ship you send

*milky comets ⭑☄ - i'll draw a simple drawing or sketch you a character of your choice

[ do note that * marks moots only (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ]

how to participate!

⛥ follow ⛥ send an ask with one of the above dream bottles

rules to kindly adhere to!

⛥ don't send more than one dream bottle/request in an ask ⛥ don't beg/repeatedly ask ⛥ no nsfw ⛥ don't spam ⛥ follow before sending an ask please!

additional notes!

⛥ please share this with others if you think they may be interested! ⛥ unlimited asks but honestly idk how tired i'd be ⛥ hope you enjoy your dreams! ⛥ event starts on the 10th of October, 2024 (0:00 SGT) ⛥ event closes on the 24th of October, 2024 (23:59 SGT)

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intro post

[sunoo-bby]

hi i love you (☆_☆) i hope you have the best day/night!!!!!

Hi !!! I love you more !! I hope you have the best day/night too milky !! ^¬^

[iridesent-folly]

Love you too bestie😭🥰

❤️‍🔥Here’s some memes to show my appreciation and love❤️‍🔥✌️

[kiyoors]

Give your moots a valentine!!

hnghdld anon i would love to

@izhyperfixates kita ♡ he greets you by the door once you get home with a bouquet of wildflowers that he handpicked from his garden and arranged himself. he wraps you in his arms, and even though he already knows what your answer will be, he can't help but get a little shy as he softly whispers to your skin, will you be my valentine? you feel him smile, lips pressed to the skin of your neck. you're home 

@nakizumie iwa ♡ he greets you by the bench in the park where you both met. it was a usual routine of yours, yet this time he carries a warm cup of coffee and a bag with your favorite pastry from the cafe you both liked to frequent with him, too. he pulls you closer to him by your waist, and you're not too sure if the tint across his cheeks is from the cold or from the question that leaves his lips, be mine? it's endearing how the color deepens as you gently nuzzle your nose against his 

@nishiannoya shoyo ♡ he's jumpy, and bright, and loud as he runs to hug you tightly when he sees you walking towards him. he's giggly, hands wandering, and kissing every inch of your skin his lips can reach. my baby, he cups your cheeks and laughs when his big hands squish your face, y'know I love you, right? be my valentine? you swear you've never seen him shine brighter than when you say yes

@bfbkg suna ♡ he picks you up in his car, quiet but eyes bright. you drive out until the edge of town, and by nightfall there's a full starry sky on display for you both to admire. mostly, though, he's admiring you. a rare smile plays on his lips when you catch his stare, be my valentine, yeah? his hand rests on the skin of your thigh as he drives you back home later that night

@sakusins omi ♡ you wake up to the smell of breakfast and coffee brewing, only to see a shirtless sakusa sitting on your bedside, curls messy and milky skin glowing in the morning light. you sigh and close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his calloused fingers running through your hair. i made you pancakes, he says, kissing you once and prompting you to get up, they're... heart shaped. he doesn't need to ask you out loud-- you already know. he smiles as you kiss him in thanks 

@kentoangel atsumu ♡ he's humming a soft Spanish melody as you both sway together in the kitchen. you have flour on your cheeks from where his hands had held your face, and you're licking sweet, pink frosting off of his lips. say, angel, he'll murmur once your lips part ways, ya wanna be my valentine? you wouldn't really have it any other way

@nekomamiiz kuroo ♡ the room smells of him and roses. the feel of his naked chest pressed to your back, his lips at your neck, lulls you to sleep. there's a cute stuffed animal hidden in his side of the closet and a set of matching, red string bracelets. do yo believe in soulmates? he quietly asks your sleeping form, I hope you do, sweetheart, cause I think you're mine. little does he know you heard sweet bells ring at your ears the first time you saw him. 

@duino oikawa ♡ his lips are pouty as he whines for you to go cuddle him at the couch, and once you're near enough, he pulls you down to lay on top of him. its a mess of limbs and soft laughter, and the gentle brush of his fingers across the apples of your cheeks has you meeting his eyes. do you want a kiss? your eyes sparkle and you nod your head yes as you inch forward, lashes brushing your cheeks. it's only until your lips are met with a soft foil wrapping instead of the familiar warmth of his own that you open your eyes. he's giggling before you as he holds a chocolate against your mouth. I'll give you a real one now, promise 

@txmxkis osamu ♡ he has a hold of your hand inside the pocket of his coat as you both walk through the chilly night. rows of string lights hang above you and laughter can be heard coming from a nearby bar. he wants to hold on to this forever, keep the memory of your skin glinting under the moonlight safe in his heart. please be mine, he whispers to your temple, soft and tender. I already am, you say

@akeijies akaashi ♡ he hums as he presses soft kisses to your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, the dip of your palm, the inside of your wrists. his hands encompass yours, warming them. he gives you a gentle smile, eyes trailing down the carding you wear— his cardigan. my love, he says, i want to spend forever with you

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

goldenrod, yellow, mahogany 🥰

milky you are SO cute WHAT

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

oh i absolutely adore this new theme!!

aww thank you!! really, the credit goes to @arlerts-angel. she’s always coming up with the best themes 🩵

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

💌 (🙊)

MILKY.

to start, i love your writing!! you ALWAYS indulge my chuuya ideas & obsession. i also love how you’re always checking on baisers and how you listen when i ramble about him. you’ve got such an amazing heart and i adore everything about!! i’m so glad we’re friends 🤍

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

STOP MILKY WHAT IS THIS 😭

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

happy valentines day sweetie!! 💖 i hope you have a day full of love!

OH MY GOD ITS CHUUYA WAINSOANAKA

but thank you so much, milky!! you’ve quickly become one of my favorite people to talk to!! mwah, mwah!

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

I NEED TO SEE HIM WEARING A MAID OUTFIT RN WAAA 😭

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

˗ˏˋ Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader ˎˊ˗

summary: There was a saying in the Port Mafia; that amongst their ranks hid an angel in disguise, who, through simple words alone, could make any man bend to her mercy. Nobody could really resist her blinding charm. Her mafioso boyfriend, of course, was no exemption. ⊹。°˖➴ alternatively, you convince Chuuya to try on a maid's uniform. You like it a lot more than you thought. wordcount: 1.3k warnings: criminal themes, swearing, female reader, slight manipulation, pet-names, suggestive content🤍 ✎ . . . requested by the lovely @ringsofsaturnnnn!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄, at first. For your stout, temperamental mafioso lover was always such a pleasure to tease. He took everything so seriously, in that adorable, flustered way of his. Not many would think that the Chuuya Nakahara was so easy to work up. He commanded soldiers, legions; men were terrified of the underground General who was also a mortal master of gravity. Maybe it was a side to him he kept reserved just for you. That soft, cheeky side. The blush that always heated his ears to the colour of his hair whenever you decided to play with him.

"No fuckin' way."

You stood there in the bedroom you both shared — lavish and expensive, sitting on one of the highest floors of the Port Mafia's headquarters. He had already discarded his coat and hat, was busy scratching the crown of his head when you had put the question to him. Interrupting his yawn mid-way. Chuuya's eyebrows had scrunched, he'd shot you a disbelieving retort — the hell did you just say? Then, he caught sight of what was draped across your bent forearm.

His eyes had flickered from yours, to the dress, to yours, once more. When he asked you to say that again, that he didn't think he had heard you right, he had shut you down with that very blunt denial.

"Please?" You pouted, batting your eyelashes. "It's just a bit of fun. You'd look so adorable, Chuuya!"

"Hah?! No!" Chuuya snapped. He was like an angry kitten, his canines sharp and baring. "The fuck did you even get that thing, anyway?"

"I think Mori ordered the wrong size for Elise-chan," You held up the dress so it draped down, almost the length of your body, but not quite. It just barely sat a size too small. With its narrow set waist and countless little frills, you were, at first, a little disappointed — that such a pretty thing was going to go to waste. And then, the gears in your mind began their mischievous little tune. You looked at Chuuya with wide, imploring eyes. "Are you scared to put on a dress, my love?"

Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not scared of anything, baby doll."

"Then put it on."

"Go fuck yourself."

"You're so mean!"

At your wounded tone, the General's shoulders tightened a little. When he stole a glance in your direction, he saw the way your eyebrows drooped over your sad doe eyes, how your full lips formed that pretty little pout. Damn him, he was not considering this shit, there was absolutely no way Chuuya Nakahara was going to fit himself into that ugly piece of cloth just to make you happy. Murder, espionage — sure. For you, he wouldn't even give it a second thought. It would come as natural to him as breathing air.

But this?

He poked his cheek with his tongue. He began angrily tapping his foot against the carpeted floor. Stealing a second glance at the woman he loved, he caught the shadow of disappointment hanging over your head like an ominous raincloud, and felt the last shred of his resistance dissipate into sorry little afterthoughts.

Chuuya let out an extremely exaggerated sigh. Blinking, you glanced at him. He had his head bowed a little and was holding out one open, gloved palm.

"Hand it over."

A little startled all of a sudden, you gawped, making a strange sound. "Huh?"

An impatient growl echoed in the air. Chuuya looked up to glare at you from underneath his fair lashes, his eyes the colour of diamonds, of hard impenetrable sapphires. They narrowed dangerously when you were staring too long at the rose that blushed against his alabaster skin.

"So? Are ya gonna give me the shitty little thing, or not?"

Quickly understanding that he was actually taking you seriously, that he was considering your little charade, you had become too stupefied to do anything else. With hesitant fingers did you hold the maid's dress out to him, which he snatched from your grip in one forceful, swiping movement. You thought you caught the ends of the fuckin' shit I do for this woman, at the tail of it, but you couldn't be totally sure.

Seething, Chuuya balled the garment in his fist and marched off to your on-suite bathroom. He took a little longer than you expected him to — of course, he had never tried on a dress before. Maybe he was having trouble getting past all the ribbons and buttons, ties and zippers.

"Fuck me!" You heard him swear through the door after a few more moments of silence. Tender chuckles rose like bubbles in your chest — he was trying so hard to please you, exposing that soft side you kept under lock and key, only for yourself to indulge.

You lifted your hand to knock softly on the door. "Do you need some help in there?"

A growling blue-streak of profanities. Somehow, becoming more colourful and creative than the last. "How the hell do you women wake up in the morning and do this shit, every day? There's like, a million buttons on this ugly piece of crap!"

Crashing and banging mixed into the collection of sounds that was coming from the small bathroom. Amused, but also a little worried that he'd pull a little too hard on one of the ribbons and fall backwards against the toilet seat, you placed your hand on the golden doorhandle.

"Because us women are just that amazing," You mused, not resisting the urge to goad him. Your voice then dropped into a serious lilt. "Really, it's okay, Chuuya — you don't have to—"

That when you felt it — the cool, insistent press of gravity, the humming in the air that told you your lover had activated his fearful technique. Your eyes shot down to where it was coming from, and to your immediate surprise, you saw the soft glow of crimson enveloped around the handle you were trying to unlatch — holding it securely in place.

"No. I said I'd fuckin' do it, didn't I?" Chuuya remarked through the wood. "So I will. Go wait over at the bed."

Prideful, stubborn man, you thought, rolling your eyes at his defensive tone, oh, how you loved him. "Okay." You sang sweetly, then stepped away from the bathroom door so as to sashay over to your expansive king size. You barely had a chance to set yourself down on the satin sheets when — bang!

The on-suite door had been thrown off of its hinges and cracked against the neighbouring wall with the force he put behind it. And standing there in the doorway in all his blood-boiling, skin-heating, frill-covered glory, was that very General who instilled terror to even the most seasoned of underground criminals. The long black dress that stopped just at his ankles and puffed at the shoulders threw his wild fiery hair into focus. The frilly white apron hanging loosely at his narrow waist contested with the bright red flush creeping up his neck.

You must have been staring at him for a little too long, because Chuuya snarled. "You happy now? I look damn ridiculous."

You didn't laugh. Nor did you tease him, as always, but you rose slowly up off of the bed and began to walk over to him. Stalk him, quietly, your expression a smooth, unreadable slate. The extreme lack of a reaction from you was making Chuuya eyebrows knit, his lips softening from snarl to frown.

"O-Oi?"

When you reached him, you shot out to grab the little lapels of the dress that collared his long neck and tugged him down. So that he came just eye level with your own darker, smouldering ones. Oh, you were going to pounce on him. Packaged up in that pretty little parcel for you, you were going to devour him where he stood.

You smiled, leaning in, and whispered, "Told you you'd look absolutely adorable, my pretty, pretty boy."

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