#*Shaking you by the shoulders* DO YOU SEE IT DO YOU SEE THE VISION DO YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO

[aakeysmash]

maybes and sunscreen

college!sukuna masterlist

after almost a year of living together, you and college!sukuna are so accustomed to one another that you naturally slip up in the other’s conversations. maybe it's because you're both homebodies, or maybe it's because you've reached the silent agreement to keep the activities you do with yuuji hidden to preserve his innocent childhood (you learned that rumors run a long way inside your campus), or maybe it's because you started to ask sukuna less private questions, since he now seems to want to answer them even before you formulate them.

either way, the two of you always mention the other in conversations, and you don't even seem to notice, but your friends do.

"how about your house, man?" suguru asks sukuna from across the table, sipping his soda. they're sitting outside with satoru for lunch break, slouching on white plastic chairs, waiting for practice to start in less than ten minutes. days are getting longer the more summer break gets nearer, and the breeze flowing through the newly green leaves of the trees is a nice change from the humid stench of the locker rooms.

"dunno. the woman of the house is gonna bake cookies today," he shrugs, scrolling through his phone. he finds himself on a blurry zoomed in photo of a kitten covered in milk, and he smirks, hitting send after having selected your contact. you're going to love it.

"and?" geto asks, confused.

"and i don't know if she wants me to help her or not," sukuna continues, not bothering to look up from his screen, acting like he's not going to pester you until you let him help. and steal some of your cookie batter, too.

"it's the finale, bro, we've been talking about it since december. are you really not going to watch it for some cookies?" his raven haired friend exclaims, baffled. satoru only lowers his glasses on his nose, crossing his arms on his chest.

"oh, i'm going to watch it. got her hooked up on it too," the pink haired man says, a certain tilt to his voice matching the tilt of his head, as if he's saying are you crazy? i'm not missing it. "i don't know if she'd want you there, though."

geto rolls his eyes and satoru snickers, shaking his head. "we just want to watch the game on your tv. are you afraid she's going to feel uncomfortable with us there, my lord captain?" he mocks, sighing. lazily, sukuna glances his way.

"it's not her i'm worried about," he says, raising one of his eyebrows, maroon eyes squinting on a spot behind his friend's back.

"what does that even mean?" mutters geto, even more confused. it’s not like they’ve never seen you or have never been inside your house when you were there, so what’s different this time?

suddenly, sukuna grins like a madman, uncrossing his legs from on top of the table and standing up with his helmet under his arm.

“where are you goi-“ his dark haired friend starts, but satoru puts one of his hands on the other’s shoulder, effectively stopping him, whispering just wait.

sukuna takes a couple of steps, getting out of the gentle shadows of the trees above the table, still grinning.

“hi, baby. did you miss me so much you had to come to see me at practice?” he asks your nearing figure. you’re wearing a dress, the breeze soothingly flowing through your hair, and he takes a second to admire how graceful you look in the middle of the green garden. are the flowers you picked with yuuji the other day still fresh? maybe he should get more. maybe you’d like that. maybe you’d smile. maybe you'd thank him.

“i’m here because i knew you were never going to bring sunscreen with you, dickhead,” you huff, blowing your hair out of your vision, frowning. his grin only grows before he forces it away. typical.

“i don’t need that shit,” he rolls his eyes, turning on his heels and going towards the stadium. he knows you’re going to follow him. and you do.

“put it on! i’m not joking, sukuna,” you whine, trying to fall in step with him. “it’s going to be so good for your skin, come on.”

“it’s sticky and i don’t like feeling like a pussy,” he growls, going faster toward the benches inside the stadium and plopping down on them.

“you like pussy, though,” you shrug, forcing yourself between his parted legs, rummaging through your bag.

“i like you too, baby, but that doesn’t mean you’ll let me stick it in your pussy, does it,” he asks you smugly. you punch him on the shoulder, bewildered.

“you’re so disgusting,” you scoff, opening the little spf tube you brought in your purse just for him. "and don't tell me you like me when you never listen to me in the first place," you playfully add, caressing his face to smooth it out, and he lets you get his unruly hair off of his forehead. maybe he likes how you don't take the things he says to heart. maybe he just says them because he knows he's getting a snarky comment back.

“you didn’t say no, though,” he chuckles, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in your presence. your touch on his features is relaxing. he honestly thinks he could fall asleep if you were in any other setting.

“i’m letting you talk just because i’m in a male dominated field and even if i don’t agree i don’t want to die,” you deadpan. you smear the white cream on his nose, on top of the horizontal tattoo, and massage it into his skin. then you do the same thing with his other markings, making sure they’re protected enough to shimmer in the blazing hot sun.

“i wouldn’t let you die on me anyway,” he mutters. he gets both of his hands on your exposed thighs, keeping you closer, softly rubbing his thumbs in your muscles. "are you fucking finished? i hate this," he bites, frowning. you hum, lazily smiling down at him, rubbing his frown away with your fingertips.

"you're going to be the prettiest girl on the field," you coo. you can feel his mean glare from beneath his eyelids, and you almost shiver. "you're so going to thank me in a couple of years," you add, resting your palms on his cheeks and turning his head up. he opens his eyes slowly, staring into yours intently. his thumb catches on the fluttering hem of you dress while he draws little circles on your legs. he hears his coach screaming for his team to start running, but in this moment, he doesn't care that much. maybe the heat is getting to his head. maybe the soft smile you're looking at him with is making him a little bit weak in the knees.

"wanna make cookies today? we can watch the match together, perhaps ask the brat if he wants to join too," he says, rough voice kept low, almost as if this was a you and him kind of thing. maybe he already planned to ask you to do something with him when he was talking to his friends just a couple of minutes ago. maybe he lied, telling them you were the one who chose to do something, when it's not true. maybe the way satoru is patting suguru on the back with an "i told you so" look on his face isn't casual. maybe the one he was worried about all along was himself.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with your friends?" you ask him, tilting your head, positioning your thumbs on the fake tattoos on his cheekbones. almost as if you could cover their pupils and make him see less.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with me?" he genuinely responds, a somber look on his features. you think it's the first time he doesn't have a mocking grin on his lips. you ruffle the pink hair just above his left ear.

"maybe."

[chestersturniolo]

“You don’t look so good sweetie…”

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader x Chris Sturniolo

Disclaimer; chratt poly relationship! use of y/n, pet names. mentions of passing out/losing consciousness!

based on this request

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The house is quiet as you step inside, exhausted from yet another overtime shift. You’ve been going nonstop all day…all week, if you’re honest with yourself. Late nights, early mornings, endless to-do lists. You’ve been pushing yourself, ignoring the ache that has settled between your temples, focusing only on the next item on your list, on what needs to be done.

You kick off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and lean against the wall for a moment, closing your eyes as a wave of dizziness washes over you. all you can think about is getting a few hours of sleep.

You shake it off, taking a deep breath as you make your way up the stairs to the living room, where Matt and Chris are lounging on the couch. When they hear you coming, both of them look up, their expressions brightening for a moment before a flicker of concern crosses both of their faces. You didn’t look well, and they could tell something was off almost immediately.

“Hey, you okay?” Matt asks, frowning as he studies your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” you say, forcing a tired smile as you walk over to them. But halfway across the room, you feel the floor start to sway. You reach out instinctively, steadying yourself on the arm of the couch.

“Whoa, whoa-baby, hold on” Chris says, sitting up straighter, and Matt’s at your side in an instant, reaching out to steady you.

“You don’t look so good sweetie…” Matt murmurs, worry clear in his eyes as his hand gently rests on your shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?”

You try to answer,but your voice is distant,fading. “I just…it’s been a long day, I’m just a bit-“ But the words slip away as your vision blurs, and before you know it, you’re sinking into darkness.

~

A little while later, you come to, slowly blinking as your vision clears. The ceiling comes into focus , and you realize you’re lying back on the couch, a cool cloth pressed gently to your forehead. Your head in Matts lap as he holds it there. Chris is kneeling on the floor, his eyes searching your face as soon as he sees you’re awake.

“There you are” Chris murmurs, his voice a mix of relief and worry “You had us worried ma” he coos as he runs his thumb over your cheek.

You try to sit up, still feeling a bit disoriented, but the moment you shift, Chris’s hand moves to your shoulder, holding you down with a gentle grip. “Don’t even think about it-” he says softly, “you need to rest”

“but I’m fine-“ you insist, though the weakness in your voice gives you away. “I was going to make us dinner a-and i need to prep for that meeting tomorrow too” you rush, still in the dazed ‘what needs to get done’ mindset, even after literally fainting…

“Not happening” Matt cuts in, he gives you a look that’s both sympathetic and stern. “You passed out y/n..you’ve been running yourself into the ground…it’s catching up with you sweetheart” he says, removing the cold cloth from your forehead and brushing a few stray hairs back.

Chris nods in agreement “You need to slow down. We’ve both noticed how hard you’ve been pushing yourself, and if you keep going like this, you’re going to exhaust yourself completely”

You open your mouth to argue, but the look in their eyes, stern and pleading, makes you pause. Deep down, you know they’re right, even if a part of you hates admitting it.

“listen baby-” Matt continues, his tone softening slightly as he reaches to squeeze your hand. “-we’ll order takeout tonight- and you’re calling in sick tomorrow, no questions”

You hesitate, but Chris gives you a gentle smile, coaxing you to let go. “C’mon, take the break. Rest. The work will be there when you’re better”

You sigh, nodding reluctantly. The truth is, you do feel worn down, and the thought of a real rest sounds…good. Maybe even necessary. With a small, exhausted smile, you agree. Chris gives you a small squeeze on the cheek before settling on the couch too, scooping your legs up and laying them across his lap.

They both glance at oneanother, giving eachother a knowing look. A silent agreement to keep you here-safe and cared for-until you’re ready to stand on your own again.

~

Once you finally agree to let yourself rest, Matt goes and grabs a blanket and drapes it over you, tucking it in carefully while Chris wraps an arm around your shoulder, watching you like he’s making sure you won’t disappear if he lets go.

They order takeout, and when the food arrives, they insist you stay curled up on the couch while they set it up at the coffee table, bringing over your favorite dish and making sure you’ve got everything you need. You feel a bit guilty, but a little of that fades each time they flash a reassuring smile your way, each time they urge you to sit back and let them take care of you

Between bites, they crack jokes, sharing little stories from their day, trying to pull you out of your work-worn headspace. Slowly, you feel yourself relax, the weight of stress lifting just a little as laughter fills the room. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed the simple ease of being with them without a deadline hanging over you.

As the night winds down, Chris makes sure you drink plenty of water, pressing the glass into your hands with a gentle but persistent look. Meanwhile, Matt tidies up, leaving no space for you to even think about helping, despite your insistence. You sink back into the cushions, appreciating the attentiveness of your boys.

Once Matt had finished tidying, he put on your comfort show, and settled on one side of you, gently twirling your hair between his fingers, while Chris sits close on the other, a hand drawing patterns on your thigh. It was pure bliss. But although they eased your mental exhaustion, your body is still weak. So it wasn’t long before your eyes started growing heavy under their touch, slowly slipping into the sleep you had been deprived of for weeks. Sandwiched between the two people who loved you most in the world,,

✧.*

MASTERLIST LINKED HERE

[madamechrissy]

Gojo can't stop thinking about fucking Geto's girl

MDNI- Explicit Yandere Gojo jerks off thinking about you, Geto's girlfriend, yandere Suguru decides he'll share you once.

Warnings: -yandere Geto and Gojo, oral sex -f receiving, M receiving, p in v sex, threesome, Eifel tower, choking, smacking, dollification, dumbification, lowkey misogyny lol

Part One ♡ Part Two ♡ Part Three

♡ Part Four ♡

Suguru starts slow with his flicks, tongue slid against your clit, the cool metal of his barbell shocking you, then his thick fingers are pumping into you, pulling more wetness out of your slick little pussy. Satoru's hand on your throat gets tighter, and tighter, until your eyes are watering and your vision swims with pleasure, his free hand is gripping and squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple.

"You like that?" He whispers, and you nod, eyes fluttering, because you do. You've never been with anyone but Suguru before, but Satoru's touch is driving you wild too, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head back so he can kiss down your neck, his breath warm and his tongue wet.

You rock your hips up against Suguru's mouth as he works you so well, you feel Satoru's teeth graze your neck, his grip on your throat loosening slightly as he kisses and licks his way down to your shoulder, teeth sinking in sharp and deep, his hand moving down to grip your hip, slipping around to your tummy and lower, sky blue eyes boring into you, watching you intensely.

"You're so wet, you like us both on you, hmm?" He murmurs, touching your pussy when Suguru pulls back, his voice thick with desire.

"Mmh..." You can't manage to say a word, leaning into Satoru's touch, arching your back as Suguru's thumb starts to circle your clit, his tongue sliding into you, lavishing your velvety walls, making your eyes roll back in your head.

"Close!" You gasp out, and they both chuckle darkly, their hands moving in tandem to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

"So greedy already." Suguru whispers, and Satoru tightens his grip on your throat again, making you whimper.

"So slutty. Look at her, she loves it." Satoru murmurs, watching your pretty face as he squeezes the oxygen out of your lungs. Your eyes go to Suguru's violet ones, he's smirking deviously just like Satoru, as you're soaking his hands and further. You're so close, so fucking close, and you know they can feel it, their hands moving faster, their touches growing more insistent, their breaths hot against your skin.

"Cum for us, baby," Satoru says, and you do, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, your pussy clenching around Suguru's fingers as he keeps pumping, making you scream weakly, Satoru's grip tightening so much you see stars.

When you come down, you're panting, your chest heaving, your eyes glazed with pleasure, fuck you're so beautiful, Satoru thinks, when he finally lets your throat go, god he could have snapped your pretty little neck, you're so small compared to them. Satoru watches your eyes flutter shut, drool just barely spilling out of your open mouth.

"Already looking stupid, we're just starting." Suguru says, and Satoru glares down at him then.

"I will show you stupid when I fuck her."

"Oh yeah? We'll see. Princess, do you want Satoru to fuck you?" You nod weakly, Satoru eases you off him, you're so pathetic like this he thinks. He loves it. "She likes being on her back, but she also likes being on all fours."

"Aw is she a pillow princess, Sugu?" He teases, earning your cute little scowl.

"I can suck dick, thank you!" He's chuckling now, Suguru is chuckling too, when Satoru picks you up, making you squeak. "Hey!"

"She's so cute." Satoru says, Suguru nods in agreement, lighting up another blunt, walking to the bedroom as Satoru unceremoniously plops you right on the bed. Satoru has you on your back now, thighs spread as Suguru smokes, still with his pants on, sitting on the recliner and grinning at you too. "Did you wanna suck us, slutty girl?"

"Y-yes." You whisper, but Satoru's already leaning up, releasing his huge, thick length, with a pretty pink tip, veins wrapping it. He's as big as Suguru but a little thinner, curved up more, your pussy responds by throbbing, your hand sliding down to grip him.

"You can suck us in a bit, I'd rather feel this pussy."

"Condom."

"Suguru I swear to god." Satoru scowls over at him, and Suguru rolls his eyes. "I won't cum in her?"

"You won't be able to pull out." He challenges, making Satoru smirk down at you, raising a brow.

"Are you cum thirsty?"

"Fuck you, Satoru." You say with a glare, earning a mad grin from his face when he pulls a thigh over his elbows.

"Can she take it deep, Sugu?"

"Not at first." Suguru's leaning back and watching you both, licking his lower lip, dark silky hair falling just so. Your eyes meet, your heart racing at what you both were doing. "You have to ease in with her at first, she's tiny."

"Poor baby can't take dick?" He teases, earning you smacking at him, only serving to make them both laugh. "I'll be easy at first then."

Satoru sinks slowly into your entrance, his leaky tip pressing through the tight ring of muscles, then he moans, his eyes shutting those long white lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. "Mmm!" You cry out, hips arching up for more, as he sinks slower and slower, finally shoved in so deep he's on your cervix. "Ah!"

"Tell him if you like it or not Princess." Suguru says, his voice husky, you look up at Satoru, who's no longer smiling, his lips are parted, his eyes dilated so much they're black almost.

"Fuck she's perfect. Oh my god." Satoru groans, easing back then shoving in, and you cling to him, whimpering. "Feel so tight, fuck."

"Y-yes, there..." You whisper, as his tip drags on your spot in your fluttering walls, you're soaking the length of his cock. He moans, starting to fuck you now, thrusting deep, one hand brushing your hair back as he moans, husky and deep.

"You've got her close already, throw one of her legs on your shoulders, she likes that." You peek at Suguru, holding your hand out now, he smiles at you, walking over. You stroke him over his pants, feeling his hard length.

"Ah-ah, look at me brat." Satoru grips your chin and shoves in deep, you scream out, he's squishing your cheeks as he fucks you harder, deeper now.

"Satoru..." Suguru warns, and he sighs, slowing and kissing you deeply, exhaling in your mouth. "You better not be in love with her."

"Too late." You blink in shock, gasping now, he eases up and pulls one of your thighs over his shoulders, going so deep you shatter, cumming all over his length. "Oh my god feel her tighten up..."

"That's my favorite part." Suguru is playing with one of your breasts now, plucking a nipple, as Satoru's grinding his cock inside you, and you're broken from them, completely fucked. You can barely see, blacked out vision, struggling to get a breath as you're fluttering around Satoru's cock. "You fall in love so easy?"

"With her, fuck yes, already have been since I saw her." You feel tears hot and sticky now, as Satoru's thrusts slow, he eases out of you now, making you cry out from emptiness. "Fuck I love you crying."

"Get back in." You huff, they both laugh now. "And you, get in here." You scowl up at Suguru, yanking on his belt.

"She's so demanding."

"I'm right here, Satoru." You stick your tongue out now, then Satoru has you on your knees, thighs spread, smacking your ass hard. "Ah! Fuck!"

"I didn't say you could smack her." Suguru says with a glare, and Satoru whines.

"But look at this hand print Suguru." Suguru sighs, tilting your chin up, you look up at him hungrily.

"Do you want him to smack you?"

"I want both of you to." You whisper, Suguru leans down and kisses you, as Satoru smacks you again. "Wanna see you Sugu..."

"Anything you ask, Princess. Satoru, not so rough." Satoru has smacked the fuck out of your ass cheek once more, now Suguru strips naked, and you reach out to stroke his thick length, earning his moan of approval. "Want me to smack you? Where."

"Face." You whisper, earning him gently smacking your face, as Satoru smacks your ass again, moaning and stroking your pussy with his tip.

"She's a freak? Surprising. Pegged her as a good girl." Satoru shoves inside you again, as Suguru's pulling at your hair with just the right pressure.

"Open that mouth, beautiful." He orders, and you eagerly do. "She is a good girl, Satoru. You have to ask her right."

"Mmm... fuck... You gonna suck him, baby?" Satoru is fucking into you, leaning over you with his long body, whispering in your ear as you lick Suguru's tip. You nod, hair still being pulled by Suguru, pussy getting pounded by Satoru. Your hands grip the sheets weakly, thighs shaking, arms locked. "I'll get jealous though."

"Satoru, you're pussy drunk. I'll cut you off." Suguru says with a glare, and Satoru pouts now.

"Oh fine! But I want her to suck me next." Suguru shoves his thick cock inside your mouth now, moaning and gently smacking your other cheek of your face, as Satoru eases, smacking your ass, and you're close again, as they're pushing inside of you, filling you, big strong hands hitting and grabbing you.

"She's so good at it..." Suguru's head falls back, as he's fucking your throat, you're breathing through your nose, struggling to take him deeper.

"Stop bragging! Her pussy though..." Satoru whimpers, this high pitched gasp, pausing inside your pussy for a moment, big hands digging into the plush of your hips.

"All her holes feel so good." Suguru murmurs, fucking your mouth faster now.

Satoru chuckles. "All of them, hmm?"

Fuck.

Disclaimer I guess- Yandere behavior isn't cool IRL, just in fiction with Gojo and Geto lmaoo <3

Tag lists seem to not work so I'm tagging in the comments lol! Comment for a part five!

Full Gojo fics: Cruel Duke Gojo story here - Sweet Lawyer Gojo here -Psycho Yandere Gojo here - Cocky CEO Gojo here - Doctor Gojo- Gojo Drabbles

[starsjulia]

shadows of strength // leah williamson x putellas!reader

a/n : i saw a tiktok saying “trying to explain clinical depression to someone who has only ever been sad over boys” and thats what this is loosely based of

warnings : clinical depression, brief mentions of self harm, all in all very angsty

The soft hum of rain pattered against the window as Leah sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes darting between her phone and the door. The clock ticked steadily, each second louder than the last, thudding in her chest like a drumbeat of dread. She’d been in this room with you so many times, watching movies, sharing quiet conversations, or just basking in the warm silence. But tonight, the air was cold and suffocating, heavy with something she couldn’t quite name.

“babe?” Leah called out, voice straining to sound steady. It cracked under the weight of the silence that followed.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, fingers gripping each other so tightly they turned white.

The seconds bled into minutes. Finally, the bathroom door creaked open. You emerged slowly, eyes downcast, your sleeves pushed up ever so slightly and just enough for Leah to see the fresh, angry red lines etched into your skin. Leah’s breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring for a moment as the realization sunk in.

“Y/N,” she whispered, reaching out, her fingers trembling. You flinched, stepping back instinctively, your eyes darting away, the flush of shame painting your cheeks. It was as if the distance between you grew impossibly wide, despite standing only feet apart.

Leah’s mind raced, panic surging through her veins like ice. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen you hurting, but this... this felt different. More desperate. More final. She had never felt so helpless, so terrified. Her fingers fumbled for her phone, and before she could second-guess herself, she dialed the one number she knew could make a difference.

“Hello?” Alexia’s voice was sharp, guarded. Even through the phone, Leah could sense the tension that came with their strained relationship. The two of them had never been close; Alexia was fiercely protective, wary of Leah’s intentions and the age gap between you. But none of that mattered now.

“Alexia, it’s—it’s Leah. I’m sorry, but I need you to come. Now,” Leah stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of fear. The silence on the other end stretched for what felt like an eternity.

“Is she—” Alexia’s tone shifted, her voice tight with barely restrained panic.

“I don’t know,” Leah admitted, tears slipping down her cheeks. “But I’m scared.”

The line went dead, and Leah sat there, the phone slipping from her grasp as she turned her gaze back to you. You were sitting on the edge of the couch now, arms wrapped around yourself as if trying to hold the pieces of your mind together.

---

Alexia arrived in record time, storming into the flat with the fierce determination of someone who had fought this war before. She’d seen the darkness that clung to you, the way it would consume you until there was almost nothing left. The sight of you now, pale and shaking, made her heart seize. She dropped to her knees in front of you, pulling you into her arms without hesitation.

“Hermana pequeña, I’m here,” she whispered, her voice breaking, fingers brushing your hair back from your face. You crumbled into her, sobs tearing from your chest as the walls you’d so carefully built shattered.

Leah stood back, arms wrapped tightly around herself, watching the scene with a gnawing sense of inadequacy. She felt like an outsider, powerless to help the person she loved most. The guilt was suffocating.

“I can’t do this,” you mumbled into Alexia’s shoulder, voice raw and broken. “It’s too much.”

Alexia’s face tightened, a flash of fear crossing her features before she buried it under a mask of strength. “I know, mi amor. I know how dark it gets. But you are not alone, do you hear me? We’re going to get through this.”

Leah’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She stepped forward, finally finding her voice. “Y/N, I want to help. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked up at her, eyes rimmed with red, haunted and hollow. The pain there was deeper than anything Leah had ever known. It was more than sadness; it was a void, an emptiness that threatened to pull you under.

Alexia’s gaze softened as she looked at Leah. The rivalry, the unspoken judgment—none of it mattered in this moment.

“Leah,” she said, voice weary but kind. “Sit with us.”

Leah hesitated, then moved to sit beside you. The room was silent except for the steady drumming of rain against the window.

“I don’t know how to help her,” Leah admitted, eyes glistening. “I don’t understand this. I’ve never... I don’t know how it feels.”

Alexia’s eyes met Leah’s, and for the first time, there was no resentment, only understanding. “Clinical depression isn’t just sadness. It’s not something you can shake off or fix with kind words. It’s an illness, relentless and consuming. It turns every thought against you, makes you feel like there’s no way out.”

Leah swallowed hard, the weight of Alexia’s words pressing down on her. She looked at you, your body curled into itself, eyes squeezed shut as if warding off the storm inside.

“But there is a way out, right?” Leah’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with desperation.

Alexia’s expression softened. “There is, but it’s a fight. Some days, just getting out of bed is a victory. Other days, it feels impossible. What she needs isn’t for you to fix her; she needs you to be here, to hold on when she can’t.”

Leah reached for your hand, her touch gentle but firm. “I’m here,” she repeated, more sure of herself this time. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

The rain continued to drum against the window, a steady reminder of the storm outside. But inside, surrounded by the fragile bond of love and understanding, a small spark of hope began to flicker.

[discordiansamba]

in a small room in the earth king's palace, someone groans and sits up. he presses a hand against his head. it feels... groggy for some reason. he can't quite remember where he is, and how he got here. he must not be fully awake yet. he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, and slowly, he recalls himself.

...oh. right.

his name is lee. he's... earth kingdom, born and raised in ba sing se. his mother died in a house fire when he was thirteen. his father works as an assistant to a minor minister in the earth king's palace. he lives in the middle ring of ba sing se with him. he works as a tea server. he still doesn't quite remember...

...oh wait. yes he does.

he'd... he'd been in the earth palace with his father for some reason, though he couldn't... wait. he remembered now. he'd been given the chance to serve the minister he worked for tea. it was a rare opportunity...

...oh. he'd fainted.

lee groans and covers his face. at least that explains the headache. he must have hit his head on the way down.

there's a knock on the door, and moments later, his father enters. for a moment lee just stares at him, before he exhales in relief. his father smiles at him and tells him he's glad to see him awake. he already had the healers look you over. it was just a case of exhaustion. you didn't sleep at all the night before.

...yeah, he remembers that now. he'd been too excited. too nervous.

after all, the earth palace belonged to princess azula now. the fire nation had taken over in a coup, deposing the earth king. it's scary to think about, but it has very little to actually do with lee. he's just a commoner from the middle ring.

he apologizes to his father for making him worry. his father just laughs and squeezes his shoulder. he tells him to go wash up- and that if he's feeling up to it, there's someone else who has requested his services while he's here. it turns out the minister was so impressed with his service, that he'd praised him within earshot of ba sing se's new ruler.

...he's going to serve the princess of the fire nation tea.

it's an odd feeling. his heart clenches with anxiety. with fear. with... anger? he tries to shake it off. he also feels extremely honored. enemy nation or not, princess azula is still royalty. this is the chance of a lifetime. now that he started thinking that way, a bud of excitement slowly formed in his chest.

he let his father guide him to a small washroom, where he splashed water on his face. he paused, looking at his reflection in the mirror and tilting his head. strange. it... almost felt like this was the first time he'd ever seen his face. he huffed. there was no way that was true, of course. he'd only lost vision in the one eye after the fire, not both.

he brushed his hair, trying to get as much of it to cover his burn as he could. it was getting longer, but it wasn't quite long enough yet. he smoothed the wrinkles out of his clothing, taking in and letting out a deep breath. he steps back, and takes in his appearance in the mirror once more. he's wearing his finest robes, of a deep forest green. he hopes it will be passable enough for the princess. they're made of a heavy material, but...

...he feels... light, he suddenly realizes.

his father smiles at him when he exits. you look like you're in a good mood, son. lee nods. he... is, actually. he doesn't know how to describe it. it's almost like... like some burden has been lifted off of him. he feels... free, almost. which is a strange thing to think, he admits, when they're now under fire nation subjugation.

"hm," his father strokes his beard thoughtfully, "-i suppose you are happy, then."

lee blinks. happy?

...he is, he realizes. he's... happy. why wouldn't he be? he's been invited to personally serve tea to royalty. it's something he never even would have dared to let himself dream of. his father gives his shoulder another fond squeeze, before leading him to where the princess is waiting for him.

his sister the princess is sitting in one of the palace gardens, with two other fire nation girls. he does not recognize them, but for some reason he feels his fingers twitch. they are staring at him. the princess looks up at him with a smile, and his left eye twitches. he and his father bow to the princess and her companions.

"i've been told on good authority," princess azula says, "-that you're quite a skilled tea server. i simply had to see for myself."

"you honor me, your highness," lee says, "-i swear i will not disappoint."

"no," she smiles, "-i don't believe you will... lee, was it?"

"yes, princess," he says, "-my name is lee."

(a strange feeling washes over him as he says that. yes, he thinks. he's lee. he has always been lee.)

[icepip]

yuta would love having a cute n sweet girlfriend who turns into a brat when they don't get what they want. throws a fit when he doesn't do exactly what she says, deciding that she doesn't want his cock anymore. using a dildo that's bigger than him and making the loudest and lewdest noises possible as she takes it, making his dick ache and leak. he knows he's not big and it's so embarrassing and she's so mean about it, but he can't deny how turned on it makes him. he's pathetic, he knows. she makes sure to tell him as he goes to her and begs her to touch him again, that he'll buy her anything she wants, that he'll take her to her favorite restaurant and treat her so well, he's sorry, he'll do better.

[monotone-artist]

hello please click images for better quality oh my god tumblr whyy

[id in alt]

maria shows shadow how to play dress-up (she's always wanted to do it with someone else)

thank u @fly-sky-high-09 for the request, i had a lot of fun with this hehe

[del-stars]

there's a fame au in my head where sirius is just a worldwide phenomenon popstar and remus is just some folk/country artist that randomly attracted the attention of hordes of lesbians

[wassupmygays]

Thoughts on Chet’s relationship with the other socs? Cuz bro has a crush on Cherry and Bev, which is… interesting

ok to be honest i feel like Everyone has had a crush on Beverly Jitney-Bush at some point in time. but they all know never to try anything because those two are rock solid, and also theyre scared of Bev. fortunately Brill is too whipped for her to even notice, otherwise all the guys would have a broken nose.

anyways. oh chet. unfortunately i think this poor kid flips wildly between feeling like he has the best buddies in the world and feeling like he really hates everything. having most of your friend group paired off into lovey dovey couples will do that to ya.

in my brain he is closest with bob and trip. him and bob are very much 'our dads are best buddies so we grew up as best buddies' core, and i think him and trip are always in sports together in hs. i dont know how football works but if theres some spots on the team that lets them be a dynamic duo, theyre that. im saying this bc those two are always next to each other in blocking and especially in the fights, theyre the ones holding someone back together. trip also has broken chet's nose bc chet tried to call him "dipp-shit" (credits to @nccturneee and @sondheim-girly for this one teehee). also melvin dipp is to chet as ponyboy is to steve.

bro has definitely had a crush on cherry ever since he got to tulsa in like 3rd grade or whatever. he is nawt a homewrecker but he is really stupidly happy when her and bob break up. unfortunately that is immediately spoiled by bob dying in front of him. uhhh yea. sorry bro you cannot catch a break.

i'll stop there for now bc i need to go to bed but chet baker <3 you poor poor 7th wheel. he is so silly tho to me. hes the kid who jumps up to slap every door frame he walks under except hes so freakishly tall that he doesnt have to jump and just hits it full force every time.

[camelspit]

based on that one scene in the gn i think it would be very funny if tiergan, alden, and alina were a former polycule. the worst exes imaginable. they cant stand eachother and no one can stand them when they're together. good for no one and it's a miracle they formed a relationship to begin with.

[amorhedera6]

stephanie lauter may not be a nerd, but i’ve decided she’s still a fandom girlie bc im in control. she likes parks and recreation more than the office bc she doesn’t like cringe comedy, but she can appreciate the writing on the office. she listens to audiobooks while doing other things bc she can’t focus on physical books and she doesn’t like podcasts. true crime doesn’t scare her or put her on edge, but she thinks it’s unsettling to turn the people who were treated horribly into entertainment. she likes the hunger games for what it calls out in society and listens to the audiobooks often like a favorite song. she likes fleetwood mac, obviously, and 70s rock like that, but also 90s angry girl music. paramore, bikini kill. she likes sabrina carpenter and was willing to go down fighting all the people hating on her in the sour-era. she loves movie musicals. greatest showman, mamma mia!, grease. her favorite princess was always tiana and she will fight to the death about it. she likes history class the best, even if she isn’t the best in any of her classes, and was at one point in her life totally hyperfixated on the enlightenment and all the ideas they had and discussed. she loves art from the renaissance and can’t draw or paint at all. she did when she was a kid and her dad told her that they weren’t any good so she stopped. but she knows tons of art history fun facts. she watches video essays about tv shows and movies she’s never even watched. she loves letterboxd. she’s a cool girl but she still makes pinterest boards for her favorite movies.

[artemx746]

okay so I’ve been thinking about this au a lot and now I cannot stop thinking about the big 3 kids being children of minor gods so now I’m sharing my ideas with you lot

Child of Tyche Percy (do you SEE the vision)

child of Hecate Thalia (don’t ask how Beryl could attract Hecate I don’t know but Alabaster’s dad somehow did so…)

Nico and Bianca children of Nemesis (ARE YOU SEEING THE VISION HERE)

[solradguy]

How do i find the motivation to practice art? I have so many shitposts that’ll never come to fruition because my skills plateaued ):

No one else is going to draw my ideas and I'm too broke to pay someone else to do it for me. For better or worse, I seem to approach a lot of things from a "gotta do everything myself around here" angle haha

Honestly—and I won't lie to you—doing art studies is a real pain in the ass, I hate doing them. I never do them unless I've got major art block, and even then I still hate doing them, but it's like taking medicine and I know doing them will make me better. Every art teacher I've ever had's grilled me about this, "solradguy, you need to do 15 studies before the end of the week to get a full grade this quarter." Blah blah blah.

I guess for some people doing studies could be fun, not having to think about pose or composition, whatever, just putting lines down on paper and focus on your reference. One time, when I was still in college, I had to do a certain amount of studies in charcoal so I booted up Red Dead Redemption and drew landscapes or objects from it that I kinda liked. It was enough. I told my professor it was from my grandma's farm hehe

Art memes can be a good way to practice too, especially those ones about drawing in different styles or drawing a character in different outfits. They combine fun with tricking you into drawing things you might not normally draw. Emulating different art styles is the only art study method that doesn't make me want to fall asleep. Don't forget they're just art games though, and especially don't forget:

👉If You Already Feel Burnt Out Don't Feel Compelled To Complete Every Art Meme You Start👈

As you get better at art, you start noticing improvements less and less because they become more subtle. When you're really new to art, figuring out stuff like basic anatomy or shading is REALLY obvious because they're foundational parts of art. Hang on to your really old stuff and look at it every now and then and I guarantee you'll have improved way more than you thought you had.

I get the impression you've probably been at art for a while now, and I don't want to come across as patronizing, but sometimes refreshing the basics can help overcome a plateau too. Drawabox is usually what I recommend to people just getting into art, I really like their approach. Here's a link to their introduction lesson: drawabox.com/lesson/0 And here's one that skips to the actual art stuff: drawabox.com/lesson/1

While it's probably beneficial to actually do the exercises in the lessons, just skimming through reading them can be good too.

Something I've noticed a lot of my artists friends (and artists online) do is try to make every single drawing a finished piece, and I'm like "damn, no wonder art feels like such a chore." My sketchbook is 99% scribbles done in pen:

I use Pentel RSVP fine point ballpoint pens so if I make a mistake I'm forced to deal with it. Doing these rough sketches before starting a bigger piece is something I recommend with my entire heart. Just get a pack of shitty $0.99 pens and doodle like it's high school math class. I like the cheap pens because you can get faint lines drawing lightly and can coax them into darker lines with a bit more pressure (and if you lose/break one it's no big deal).

The best way to get better at art is to keep putting lines on paper. Even if it's just silly pen doodles, you're still improving coordination/pen control, improving construction of basic shapes, exploring concepts, and thinking about art, which will lead to more new ideas and further inspiration.

Sorry this is long and meandering haha Hopefully something here helps at least a tiny bit.

[royaltrios]

when they start getting closer/touchy but not trusting themselves to fully commit wyll roughhouses w astarion and stari laughs a bit and calls him a brat and wyll laughs along and pretends like it isnt literally the only thing in his mind for the next week and a half

after they start dating wyll is kissing stari’s face and hes griping about how hes too old for wyll to treat him this way and wyll grins and pulls out the sir in a tongue in cheek way and astarion literally has to freeze to reel from how it makes him feel

[orpheusilver]

hi sorry i am actually gonna elaborate on the post-canon silvermadi pegging fic bc im never gonna write it but i think someone should cause like. its about trust, and its about overcoming shame. its about "i cant trust you to tell the truth until i know you trust me with it". its about coming to terms with, and expressing, non-heteronormative desire. its about opening up taking time and work and patience. its about being vulnerable, and trusting someone to be gentle. its about silver finally talking about his past and his sexuality without fear or shame. and of course, most importantly, its about a man with long hair having a prostate orgasm

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

hirynne au where they're roommates.... brynne teaches hira how to cook fancy food.... they flirt while making pizza..... enter the remaining potatoes as the ultimate wingmen..... thank you for your time.....