#—Mika Writes ✧

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄 ┊ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀.

┊Azul Ashengrotto x GN! Reader ┊Angst  ┊In which Azul asks (Name) for a dance... for old times sake. ┊CW : Angst, Argument, & Breakup. ┊Note : For any flashback to occur there will be an indicator marked before it. ┊Word Count: 1016

You always found the saying “For old times sake” somewhat poetic. Perhaps it was the way the words carried such yearning for the love that once was there, or perhaps it was the way those words held so much anguish that the feeling burned through the soul.

The meaning behind those words always fascinated you, and in all honesty, Azul never understood your fascination, he never understood the true depth those words held, he never understood the anguish he would feel uttering those wretched words to you.

He never understood until he had to say those words to you to simply buy more time. To steal your gaze one last time. To hold you in his arms before you left for your world.

Truth be told Azul never expected that he would need to say those words to you, for he always thought he could call you, his.

—FLASHBACK—

“Azul, you and I know damn well I can’t leave my whole fucking life behind for you.” You argued with him, as much as you loved him you can’t give up your life back in your world, after all, it was your entire life.

“What do you mean you can’t?! You promised me (Name)!” Azul fought back, anger and sorrow lacing his words.

“Azul—“

“NO, YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D STAY AND YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THE REST—“

“WELL, THEN I LIED! I lied, okay Azul? That promise was only feasible at the time because it was before Crowley even knew it was possible to send me back home. It was when we weren’t sure I would even be able to go back!” You cried out, your chest heaving up and down as the adrenaline flowed through your veins.

“So what, you get a chance to go back to that damned world of yours and you immediately go and leave me?” Azul asks, his voice getting weaker.

“YES! Azul… I have friends and family back in my world, I have a whole life back in my world! Everything that practically ever raised me is back there!”

“And what about me (Name)? What about me?” Azul retorts, his voice cracking in the process.

“What about you Azul?! This is my life! If you think you have a say in whether I go back home or not then you’remistaken. I won’t let you dictate whether or not I stay in this twisted wonderland with you, Azul!” You spat out, your voice laced with hurt and venom.

Azul scoffed “So all that talk of you saying you loved me and that you wouldn’t dare abandon me like the rest was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I suppose it was. Sevens I can’t believe I loved someone like you. Sometimes I yearn that our worlds never collided and that we were simply stars never to align.” You cursed, covering your face with your hands.

Oh. Oh.

Azul froze when you said that, you looked so cold and unforgiving as you uttered those words at him, you didn’t even look sorry as his eyes started to well up with tears. 

“You don’t mean that (Name)—“

“I think it’s time for you to go Azul.”

“(Name) please—“

“Get out Azul.”

“(Name) don’t do this please I—“

“GET OUT!”

—FLASHBACK END—

The day before you left he took his chance for a one last time, he appeared outside your dorm, a shell of what used to be a smug man.

“Care for a dance? For old times' sake?” He utters, his lips tremble in fear of rejection, in fear of not getting his one last time.

In all his life nothing has ever hurt him more than uttering those words to you and seeing the reluctance in your gaze. Seeing the way you’re about to say ‘no’ and shut the door on him. So like the pathetic man he is, he begs, he begs for a one last time.

“Please… I’ll beg if I must please I-, just one last dance (Name) that’s all I ask.”

You sigh, nodding as you give in to his sorrowful request, “For old times sake, Azul.”

He takes your hand and guides you to what used to be your spot, a place hidden along the coast of the Isle of Sages, a place he often took you to watch the sunset.

The hues of oranges started to illuminate the sky as you two swayed to the sounds of the ocean waves.

“…You know… I’m not going to get better without you…” Azul whispered, his voice shaky and teary.

“I know.” You whispered back, holding him softly to at least give him this solace.

“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” He asks, pleading for a way to make you stay with him.

You shake your head, you’ve made up your mind, you were leaving him… you were going home.

Azul sighs as he looks at you, tears cascading down his face as his lips tremble “I love you (Name)…”

You look at him with pity in your eyes “I loved you too Azul…”

As you look over at the horizon you notice that the sun has almost set “Continue to admire the sunset for me Azul… after all the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” You say, pulling away from him, giving him one last apologetic smile. “I’m sorry…” You whisper, letting a single tear fall down your face.

And with that, he finally shatters and falls to his knees as the distance between you both grows farther, his continuous sobs grow more pitiful as he watches you walk away.

The day came when you finally left, and yet as the days after that passed he read your love letters every single night and prayed to the sevens that you’ll come back to him. Yet deep down he knew you were happy back home, your home.

Yet still, even so, his love for you would always be timeless, even if yours wasn’t.

It simply wasn’t meant to be, after all his tale with you was a story of a romance torn apart by fate.

The creation of this fanfic was souly based on one of @taruruchi ‘s reblogs *hearts and kisses*.

Also funfact! The phrase “the sunset is beautiful isn’t it?” is a way of saying that even though the relationship is ending, there as still good memories ( Quoting Google ).

- Mika

TAGS : @gingeywolfey @luxaryllis @raix-lv @ruru-kiss @blankescapades @deimospheres @gh0stbastard @kiriesdreamworld @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender @taruruchi

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[give-grian-rights]

my friend made me realize that i haven't widely shared my Grian headcanon in AGES. HoH/Tinnitus Grian. Dealer's choice; from the shoot-outs in YHS or from explosions in EVO. he's an exploding little guy okay. He has hearing-aids.

the thing is. that batteries drain faster in high altitudes and obviously he FLIES. A LOT. so he just puts the batteries everywhere around the servers. including on people

he just grabs Mumbo by the shoulders, and then gets out two little dot batteries from Mumbo's shirt collar. he just starts DIVE BOMBING people eventually. it's beautiful

[dreadsprites]

vampire!ghost x werewolf!soap x human!reader

18+ mdni! discussions of blood ahead!

werewolf soap who’s constantly huffing and rubbing himself all over you two, obsessed with your scents and marking you with his, so everyone knows who you’re both taken. werewolf soap who humps ghost’s boot as punishment when he gets a little too excited while fucking you. werewolf soap whose tail wags so fast it becomes a blur at the mere sight of you and ghost. werewolf soap with a fat knot that he begs ghost to let put inside of you, telling you how pretty you’ll be all round and fat with his pups.

vampire ghost who’s obsessed with yours and soap’s blood. vampire ghost who feeds from you, only to kiss the blood back into your mouth. vampire ghost who feeds from your inner thigh while he fingers you. vampire ghost who loves when you draw his blood in the bedroom. vampire ghost who bites you and soap on the neck and doesn’t give either of you his blood to heal it just so it’ll scar, and everyone will know you both belong to him.

[maaneskin]

I FOUND HEAVEN IN YOU. jack hughes x f!reader

jack doesn’t post his girlfriend often but when he does everybody loses their mind

note, this is for me and me only!! but i’m feeling generous so i’ll share it . i have this whole thing about like ‘everybody loves jacks girlfriend’ but idk if i’ll go anywhere with that

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short and somewhat cute also first thing like it i’ve ever done lol posting this then closing tumblr for the next 24 hours me thinks

[kujousaramybeloved]

in honor of mondstadt and liyue meeting up to maximize their joint slay

[karoochui]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: First ever work posted lets fuckin go, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, hoe you are smitten, No use of y/n, Potty Mouth Reader, playful bickering, kisses mwah mwah, not cannon to my au/just a stand alone, there's references but that's it, Reader-Insert, Insults as a Love Language, One Shot, Sun and Moon are the Same Animatronic (Five Nights At Freddy's), gender neutral reader, post fire au Summary:

Years after the fire that destroyed everything, you've regained a sense of normality in your life with Sun and Moon in tow, comfortably living with you in your apartment. Everything is great, perfect, just the way it should be.

So what do you do, then, when platonic "I love you"'s and common affection aren't enough to satiate your longing desire for more? What do you do when you can't stop yourself? Are you truly willing to risk your idyllic life with them over a heart that can't put one foot in front of the other without falling?

It might be easier than you think.

[puddii-ng]

fairy whimsy… ♡︎

[miksy63]

Supportive Boyfriend Oikawa

Word count: 370

Warnings: none

A/N: I've had this in my docs for MONTHS and just finished dit today lol.

Oikawa, who loves how bad at volleyball you are, he thinks it’s adorable. The way you can barely get one serve over the net and struggle to bump the ball to him, wincing and rubbing your wrists afterwards. He loves watching your cute little pout after seeing him give a perfect serve effortlessly with a teasing smirk. “Tooru…you’re showing off on purpose” he closes the distance between you two gently, taking your hands and flipping them to leave kisses on  your sore wrists.

Oikawa who loves that no matter how many times you just can’t get it, you never stop trying to learn “I can’t be dating Oikawa Tooru and NOT know how to serve a volleyball” you told him with a tiny grin. Oikawa matches your grin with a mischievous one of his own, scooping you up by your thighs as you gasp and cling to him “Tooru!! What’re you-” he cuts you off with a kiss to your nose. “I can’t be dating a cutie like you and NOT sweep you of your feet”

Oikawa, who loves taking care of you, spoiling you rotten, ditching the team and taking you to get dinner after his games. Ignoring the cheering fans to race over to you and kiss you softly, pulling back to grin at you after you tell him how proud you are. The grin turns devious before he pulls you into a sweaty hug, making you groan and squirm. “Tooru, you’re soo sweaty right now baby” you whine and the brunette only beams because he’s your sweaty baby.

Oikawa, who surprises you at your apartment with dinner and your favourite snacks when you’re stressed. He sits with you and listens silently, pushing food in front of you and reminding you to eat as you tell him how stressed you are and how much work you have to do. Tooru reads quietly by your side, stopping to rub your shoulders from time to time while you finish assignments and study. “I’m proud of you [Y/N]” the brunette stood behind your desk chair and kissed the top of your head.

Just Oikawa, who’s so supportive and loving, but definitely not above being a little shit when he wants to. 

-miksy63 <3

[esthermika]

I wanna be part of a big harem of tgirls all serving a powerful mistress.

Every day we all wake up at the same time and have tasks assigned to use by mistress. Maybe one day you will water the plants I'm her lovely garden, the smell of each flower reminding you of the perfume she used last week when she railed you. Maybe you get the clean the paintings of her mansion and admire her boundless beauty on the canvas, each stroke pain perfectly placed to enhance her figure.

After your task is completed you and all the other servants have lunch together. You get to watch them move across the cafeteria in those revealing out fits and can't help but imagine wearing them for mistress. Then the final group of servants arrive, the ones whose task was to please mistress this morning. They are still leaking cum all over the floor and stumbling everywhere, eyes glazed over, mouth agape and drooling and you can't help but feel jealous of them.

You return to your room, feeling a little jealous, and put your work outfit away. You go to check your activies for the evening.

"Velvet Room - 14:00 (indefinite duration)"

The Velvet Room. Where servants go to serve their misstress. Your last time in there was only a few days ago but everytime you see it in your tasklist you get so eager, so exicited, so... needy.

...

I mean, that would be nice i think

[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

Demon Mika

[solarisfortuneia]

his fingers have always been nimble. gentle. graceful, even. it is precisely this trait that assists him in his mastery of multiple instruments.

and his hands have always been steady, never twitching nor wavering. this aids every stroke of his pen, every swing of his sword and every tune he plays.

he’s perfectly aware of this, too. he is no stranger to intricate work; delicate actions come naturally to him.

so why on earth is something like applying your makeup so difficult? perhaps it’s the pressure of putting things on someone else’s face, or perhaps it’s the fact that it’s your face he’s working on? either way, he’s hoping with all his heart he doesn’t mess up.

kazuha’s always grateful for his blessings, but at this particular moment in time, he thanks every force of nature for granting him his stable hands, for he couldn’t possibly imagine taking up this task without it.

he picks up a brush and swirls it in a pot of pressed pigment, then delicately taps the apples of your cheeks. light floods into the room, birds chirp somewhere beyond, but he pays them no mind, the entirety of his focus occupied by the tint of rouge on your face. it makes your skin glow beautifully, reminiscent of a bright, cheerful blossom in summer, and for a moment, he’s so in awe that he forgets what he’s supposed to be doing.

“kazuha?” you call out to him, shaking him out of his captivated trance. “are you alright?”

he hums, acknowledging you. “just admiring.” he sets down the brush in his hands on the dark surface of the table and picks up another, a much smaller one with a sharper tip. he dips it into dark, inky liquid and brings it up to your eyes, the side of his palm resting on your cheekbones.

“stop blinking so much, dearest,” he taps your cheek softly with his other hand. “i’ll mess up the eyeliner otherwise.”

“i’m trying, i promise.” you say, attempting to keep your eyes still.

he grips your jaw firmly, tilting it upward for a better angle. his face scrunches in concentration as he carefully glides the brush on your eyelids, taking great care to not poke your eye out in the process. he steps back every so often, checking to see if the lines are even.

he sets the brush down, breathing a sigh of relief. “i think we’re done.” he holds up a mirror. “what do you think? have i done a decent job?”

you look at yourself for a few beats, examining every plane, every bloom of color, every painstakingly drawn line. “this is perfect,” you take the mirror from his hands and turn your face from side to side. “you’re really good at this. thanks, love.” you give him a bright grin.

“it’s nothing, really.” he smiles back at you, in his usual, serene way. “you look divine,” he means it.

“oh?” you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “so you think i’m pretty?”

“i do,” he leans in, tenderly bringing your wrist up to his lips for a fleeting kiss. “i think you’re absolutely stunning, my dear.”

he falls silent, attentive crimson roaming your face. he takes his time and looks over each and every feature with pure adoration in his gaze. one can see it in his expression alone; it clearly betrays how much he wants to trail the tips of his fingers across the bridge of your nose, under your eyes, over the expanse of your cheek, and how badly they itch to bury themselves in your neatly done hair. though, he knows he shouldn’t— lest he ruin his hard work— and his hands anchor themselves on your shoulders.

looking through pale strands, he notices a shift in your demeanor, as soon as he does, he knows you’re aware of how deep his desire to touch you extends.

“y’know,” you take his face into your hands, gazing back with the same intensity. “i’d say you’re pretty too, but i can’t see a damn thing with all this hair over your face.”

“my…hair?” your statement comes as a surprise. he sees you take full advantage of his momentary confusion, gently batting away his hand from pushing back his hair.

“yes, your hair.” you make a show of twirling the hair, then slip it quickly behind his ear, never breaking eye contact. “there, much better.”

his eyes widen fractionally, as if in a daze, and his train of thought grinds to nearly a halt. then, he blinks. once, twice, thrice. “thank you, dear.” he recovers soon enough though, eyes closing to give you a bashful smile. “i wasn’t aware that my hair was obstructing your view,”

you smile back at him. “now that that’s out of the way,” you trace your thumbs over the tip of his nose, “goodness me, kazuha, you are gorgeous,” you murmur, moving your fingers to his lips. they part involuntarily, and he looks away, unable to meet your amused eyes. “someone’s flustered, cat got your tongue?” the teasing lilt in your voice is hard to miss. you hold his face in your hands and scarlet begins to dust his cheeks.

he clears his throat, composing himself. “thank you for the compliment, starlight.” his voice is affectionate when he finally speaks, and a fond smile returns to his face.

“you’re very welcome, love.”

kazuha’s always grateful for his blessings. and right now, when he looks at the adoration in your gaze, he thanks every force of nature for giving him the best one of all.

[dr3amscap3]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒┊𝐕𝐈𝐋. 𝐒

┊Vil Schoenheit x Reader ┊Angst  ┊” But I’m not yours... “ ┊CW : Angst, Unrequited Love ┊Note: for those conan gray likers iykyk ┊Word Count: 350

Perhaps it was the way you gazed at him as the two of you walked under the sweet comfort of the night sky.

Perhaps it was the way you took his hands in yours and gently caressed them as if he were porcelain.

Perhaps it was the way he wished he was yours.

Vil loved you, with all his heart and the rest of his being. Vil loved you and he knew you loved him too. Vil loved you, and it hurts, it burns his melancholic heart to love you. Vil loved you, and he regrets leaving you every single day.

Vil loved you, but he is not the one you deserve, he knows you deserve better than a scorned queen.

Vil loved you, but he is not Neige LeBlanche, and he will never amount to be anything like him.

Vil loved you, and he knows you used to love him too, but now the gazes he loved so dearly fall onto another man, a man that you now call yours. The man that you call yours will never be Vil again instead it is the hero to his villain, instead the man you call yours is Neige LeBlanche.

And instead of fighting for you, instead of giving fifteen dozen roses, instead of begging at your door for you to take him back, he learns to say goodbye.

Yes, his heart will weep and shatter but he knows that your days are filled with laughter. It may not be with him as the source but he knows that time has already taken its course.

Vil loved you, and still forevermore he would continue to give you all you want, be it the stars in the sky or the moon itself.

Vil loved you, he yearns for your gaze and your touch, but he knows that you are not his anymore, and he is not yours.

Vil loved you, in fact, he continues to love you every single day despite the unfairness of it all.

Vil loves you, he always has, and always will. But you are not his, and he is not yours.

I had motivation randomly idk man - Mika

Tags : @gingeywolfey @luxaryllis @raix-lv @ruru-kiss @blankescapades @deimospheres @gh0stbastard @kiriesdreamworld @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender

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[waterlinkedgirl]

Musical Touken Ranbu: Michinooku ~ Hitotsu Hachisu (Michinooku ~ A Single Lotus)

Here we go! Only a few days after the archive release and toumyu's ninth anniversary (congratulations!)

Michioku, or Michihasu, is a myu I have many conflicting feelings about, both positive and negative. However, I do believe that with the right amount of care in the next Mika-related story myu, the negative can still be cleared. Plus, I'm glad about a lot of things being re-established. The writer does need to step up her game a little on the plot-writing side of things, as well as the understanding-and-respecting-past-myu side of things, but as long as she does, this can still be given a proper place within what was already established.

Keep in mind that these are only the subtitle files, timed and tled to the DMM senshuuraku and the bluray respectively. The archive version will have a talk at the start, so the starting times of the subs will have to be delayed accordingly.

You can find the subtitles and my TL notes document here!

[igiveupreally]

A few stupid thoughts about the nature of the occurrence of doubles

People are naive in their ignorance. You think we are monsters, but you yourself created us. We are only the physical embodiment of the other side of human essence.

Your fears, pain, grievances. Your hatred. All this grows, flows through the veins with burning pain until it displaces that insignificant thing that you call human. This is all us.

You are trying to destroy us, but you are unable to understand the main thing. We are inextricably linked. We are the product of your pathetic race.

We serve as a living reminder of who the monster really is.

Doppelgangers represent an accumulation of negative energy, repressed thoughts and desires that are incompatible with a person’s self-image.

To fuel and maintain the outer shell, they need a powerful emotional surge, which is most easily achieved through fear and lust. Best together.

Some doppelgängers deliberately distort themselves to enhance the effect.

[cosmorrian]

stuck listening to roki too much made a band au (+ body type headcanons)

[albaricomics]

Who do you think proposed, nacha or Francis? And what do you think the wedding was like?

BTW AHHH I LOVE UR ART U ARE THE BEST TNMN ARTIST AND ARE OUR QUEEN😭🙏♥️

OHGOSH THE PROPOSAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

I think they had gone on for at least two years, but honestly, Francis knew Nacha was the one from the first 2 seconds he glanced at her. He was on his knees for her since 💘

He was never the type to do big extravagant things or gifts for anyone (unlike Izaack), Nacha knew this since their first anniversary was just walking out, watching a movie and having the entire day for them, simple date, and she was fine with it

But for the proposal my DUDE worked his a$$ out to get the shiniest, most pretty-looking ring, and a very unique one because if it was hit by the sun, the reflections would show the colors of Nacha's eyes

Such a pretty ring you'd get lost in if you stared for too long, just like he got lost in her eyes all the time

So there she was, sitting at a table of the restaurant where they met; (1941) she used to work there as one of the chefs, the man in charge of receiving food and supplies didn't show up, so Nacha was assigned to do that too (besides all the cooking, ugh yk). A knock on the door made her rush to open and just get done with this delivery already, or else her soup will boil up. Door opened, and a "mmm, hello-" just stop abruptly, and somehow the very visibly tired man's eyes managed to widen, focused on Nacha's. Francis was used to just have a man pick up the milk bottles into the place and be done in just a couple minutes, so this was a very... pleasant shocking surprise. She also forgot how irritated she was just seconds ago, being honest it was nice to see someone closer to her age around here. And so it all started.

(1943) After some minutes of Nacha making circles at the top of her wine glass with her hand, Francis arrived... different. He wasn't in his usual half-asleep mood, he looked very much awake, happy to see her and even a bit nervous. She had to ask what's up with him, they were just having dinner, right? He was up to something, holding himself from letting whatever the secret was slip, and just said he ordered for both and it should arrive anytime. I the meantime, trying to calm things (and himself) down, they chatted on all the wonderful things they've happened to live together, what they've learned from each other, and before they could go on with thinking about the future, a waiter stopped the music machine to turn on the radio; a familiar voice was reading this very specific, romantic poem that was read to Nacha, in one of her dates with Francis...

As she realized, she turned to Francis, who was on one knee already, and now exposing a big flower bouquet he'd hidden in his back; words coming out of his mouth were just revealing how pure his feelings for her really were. As he was done and getting to say "today, I have something very special to ask you...", same waiter came with a silver platter, she took off the lid, and an opened little box with a diamond ring was there, along with a note that said:

"My sun,

... would you marry me?"

The excitement she felt was undescribable, a frantic YES!! was all she could say through her tears and excited jumps, immediately hugging/kissing him (which was a very moving scene for anyone who was there, clapping and cheering filled the place.

The wedding, ooh! Just as beautiful as you can imagine, her dress was pure white with a long tail, golden hour sunlight framing their first husband/wife kiss perfectly 🧡💕