#DEF NOT CLAWING AT THE WALLS OR ANYTHING

[abiiors]

[satoruxx]

pairing: wolf!toji fushiguro x reader summary: wolfhybrid!toji, grumpy x sunshine again, animalistic behavior, bickering rheya’s note: man i couldn’t stop thinking about guard dog toji so it turned into a hybrid au! i can’t see him as anything but a wolf/dog tbh. anyways i will def be writing more for this au hehe <33

you’ve been hearing noises.

it sounds strange, but you’re sure that there is something lurking in the normally deserted alleyway next to your apartment. at first you brushed it off as people traveling through, but now you've noticed the sounds are constant—every night.

you’re eating dinner when you hear the sounds of scuffling, followed by the yowl of a cat and realize you’re probably dealing with a stray looking for food.

so after you finish your meal, you put a bit of leftover fish in an old plate you seldom use, and take it outside. when you peer into the dark alley you don’t see any cat—it’s empty and quiet. you do notice a few scrapes on the walls and a couple of trash bins overturned, which means there definitely was some animal here.

maybe it’ll come back, you think as you bend down and place the plate on the pavement. with one last backward glance at the deserted alleyway, you head inside and go to bed.

a fond smile stretches across your face when you notice the empty plate as you’re leaving for work the next morning.

it becomes a daily routine after that. every night before you go to bed you go out and leave a little plate of fish for the poor cat. and every morning you’re met with a licked clean plate.

even though you never do see the cat, you do feel a strange combination of accomplishment and affection for the poor thing. and your little routine runs smoothly for a couple weeks—you have no complaints.

and then one night, when you’re going to drop off your little ration of the day, you see him. despite being hunched in a corner, he looms infinitely large—heavy shoulders and muscles straining as they fill with tension at your presence. his eyes are strangely bright, crystalline jade narrowed into slits as they appraise you, teeth bared in feral anger. they snap and snarl at you in warning, and you freeze almost immediately.

he’s terrifying—in a strangely gorgeous way.

dark furry ears are pointed up straight, twitching with the sound of your movements, and a warning growl bounces over the walls.

you raise your hands, ignoring the tremble, the instinct to run. “i just…” you keep your voice low, choosing to lightly shake the little plate you have in your hand. green eyes dart over—another snarl, a flick of a tail.

you slowly crouch and place the plate onto the ground, before backing away—you’re not trying to get attacked by a clearly feral hybrid.

he snarls and growls until you are well out of sight.

when you’re back in the safety of your apartment you almost laugh, heart pounding with disbelief. you thought you’d been feeding a stray cat—but no, it’s a hybrid. a big one, predatory in all aspects. you couldn’t see much in the dark lighting of the alley but the ears looked distinctly canine—with the addition of the teeth, claws, and tail, you’re almost sure he is some kind of dog or wolf or whatever.

dangerous for sure.

sensibly, you should probably stop feeding him so he doesn’t stick around. but stupidly, you can’t help it.

the next night you leave another plate. he’s not there this time, but you leave it just in case he’s lurking.

the following night his green eyes remain narrowed on your figure as you return—still snarling as he watches you.

you’re not fazed.

(tell that to your racing heart.)

over the course of the next few weeks, you repeat this process, not really sure what you’re expecting. you suppose you should be grateful that he doesn’t growl as much anymore, seemingly becoming accustomed to your routine presence. it becomes clockwork, so much so that you can always expect him to be sitting in the alley, ears flicking at the sounds of your footsteps.

the plate has now been saved for his little nightly meals, something you don’t necessarily mind. you notice that he is always clad in the same tattered clothing, a dark shirt that is far too loose even on his large body—it is littered with dirt and holes and you wish it was easier to offer some more comfortable items to him.

but you’ve only just gotten him to stop viewing you as a threat; you’ll take it slow.

you don’t notice that he gradually waits closer and closer to where he knows you leave the plate, the distance diminishing in a display of semi trust.

you think that this is all you’ll really get from him. which is fine—you’d rather he remain silent and alive than dead from starvation in your alleyway.

he surprises you one night.

“no more fish.”

you pause in your tracks, a few measly centimeters away from putting the plate on the ground. your eyes dart upward to see him already staring at you, jade slits narrowed. his tail flicks lazily in the shadows. your voice is breathless when you ask, “w-what?”

“fish,” he repeats. “no more of it.”

his voice is a low rumble, deep in richness and timbre despite its evidence of not being used in a while. you glance down at the plate in confusion—he had eaten it all for these few weeks?

he reaches for the plate, digging into the fish with practiced ease. you watch his canines dig into the flesh and tear away like it’s mere paper.

(should you be scared that the fish could also be your throat?)

“you uh—” you clear you throat, staring at him. “you don’t like fish?”

“i can survive off it,” he spits out in between bites—his pupils find yours. “but it’s not great.”

you don’t know why you’re so eager to make him happy. “then what would you like to eat?”

he quirks a brow at the enthusiasm, but answers gruffly. “meat. real meat.” he pauses to run his tongue over his lips, satiated—you can see a scar cutting over them. “like lamb. or beef. i don’t care really.”

“i can do that!” you’re seriously embarrassed at how keen you are, but the progress you’re making excites you. “i should’ve considered what you’d naturally like to eat. you’re a…?”

“wolf,” he grunts, still focused on his meal.

“right.” you nod, grateful to have confirmed the species. “makes sense you’d prefer real meat.”

he doesn’t answer. you don’t mind.

“then i’ll get you something different tomorrow.” you turn to leave. once again he doesn’t answer, but you can feel his eyes boring holes into your back.

you don’t tell the wolf hybrid that you stayed up researching his species just to figure out what he’d like. you just place the plate down the next night, hoping that it is enough to make him feel a little more comfortable with you.

(you’re sure he could kill you with just one bite, but you try not to think about that.)

the wolf watches you present the plate of lamb meat, some pieces cooked and some raw—his tail slowly thumps against the ground.

“i um…know that wolves like deer and stuff, but getting deer meat nearby is a little difficult. i can probably go find some places over the weekend,” you say hesitantly, watching his expression. he reaches a large palm out, claws tugging the plate closer, and digs in. you’re not sure about the taste, but you can see the rise in enthusiasm as he gobbles the meat down—a smile twitches at your lips.

“it’s fine,” he mumbles in return. “deer’s expensive. i like lamb and chicken. beef too.”

you nod, surprised at the consideration for the money you’re spending.

“do…do you prefer it raw or cooked?” you wait for him to click his tongue or indicate he’s getting annoyed by your presence, but he’s feeling forthcoming tonight.

“either’s fine.” he licks up the pinkish liquid that has dripped down his chin while biting into the raw pieces. “i’m used to raw meat.”

you nod, slowly taking a seat on the pavement. his eyes flicker up to watch what you’re doing, but he doesn’t protest. he just picks up another piece of lamb and takes a bite.

“you cook this?” he grunts, waving one of the cooked pieces. you grimace, nodding sheepishly.

“yeah. i wasn't sure if you'd like raw meat or cooked so i brought both. i can just bring raw pieces from now on.”

he peers at the cooked meat in between his claws, before shaking his head gruffly. “it’s pretty good.”

“the cooked meat?” you ask in surprise. he nods.

“yeah. tastes good.”

you can’t help the grin that stretches across your face.

“the fuck are you smilin’ about?” he narrows his eyes at you, ears pointing upright. you drop the smile hastily, shaking your head with a start.

“nothing!”

he snorts, continuing to eat. you watch him do so, strangely content. he doesn’t comment on how you’re seemingly inspecting him, eyes unblinking. he keeps his mouth shut because the taste of meat is heavy on his tongue, and at this point you’re a godsend to an animal like him.

so if you want to observe him like he’s in a fucking zoo, he’s fine with that.

you do have horrible survival instincts though. he wonders why on earth you seem so comfortable around a predator like him, especially a species that is so known to be violent. you’re just sitting there, a mere five feet away, watching him tear into raw meat with stars in your eyes.

(he could tear you apart in a second if he wanted to.)

he doesn’t leave a morsel on the plate, and you give him that same silly smile again.

“i have a little bit more cooked lamb leftover if you want?” you question him, and his eyes lazily roam over you. he thinks about telling you that he could devour meat for much longer if the supply was endless, but instead he huffs.

“did you eat?”

you blink. “me?”

“yeah you,” he replies harshly, rolling his eyes. “did you eat?”

you awkwardly scratch at your arm. “not yet. i was gonna eat some instant noodles later.”

“why the fuck are you worried about a stray like me then?” he snarls, crossing his arms—you’re so fucking naive. “go eat the cooked lamb and worry about yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

while his harsh tone would’ve definitely scared you on day one, this time, you feel more ticked off than afraid.

“i’m a grown ass adult. don’t tell me what to do. if i wanna worry about the noisy stray in my alleyway, i’ll do that,” you shoot back indignantly, mirroring his crossed arms.

the wolf’s demeanor changes, hackles rising. his ears go erect, straight and tense with frustration. he bares his teeth at you, a warning growl coming through them. “lot of talk for someone so damn tiny,” he barks. “don’t you have any self preservation instincts? i could just fucking eat you instead.”

you go a little slack jawed at that, a flicker of hesitation, but then you retort. “maybe, but i bet humans don’t taste as good as lamb or deer!”

“i’ll make do,” he growls back, canines pulling into an evil smirk.

your bravado dies down, and then he has to deal with the disturbingly wounded pout on your face. you don’t say anything more and he sighs heavily.

“i’ll eat more if you eat,” he grunts, glaring at the pavement. even then, he can feel the way you perk up.

“i’ll be right back!” you grab his plate and hurry into your apartment, eager, and all he can do is sigh, wondering what on earth he’s doing interacting with a fragile little human like you.

you come back with more cooked lamb in his designated plate, placing it in front of him before taking a seat on the floor again. he watches you stab at the pieces with a fork and chew on them, so dainty compared to the way his canines dig into his own share.

he can feel the curiosity thrumming through your veins, no doubt burning with questions—the need to talk to him. but you stay quiet as you eat, the sounds of chewing echoing through the alley. he concedes.

“you make it a habit to feed strays?” he mutters. you look up, once again sporting that silly look of surprise at his attention, but you recover quickly.

“no not really. you were just…really loud.” you sheepishly grin when he pins you with a glare, raising your hands innocently. “i just heard a lot of rattling around out here. i thought you were a stray cat.”

he takes offense to that.

“i ain’t no damn cat,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he bites into the flesh of another piece. your grin widens.

“clearly.”

the rest of the short meal passes in silence. he finishes up before you do, and for the first time you see him stand to his full height—he’s tall and hulking.

“well,” he grunts, shoving his clawed hands into his dirty pockets. “y’should go inside and finish that.”

he nods at your bowl before turning away. you briefly wonder where he sleeps; perhaps the park nearby so that he can rest on soft grass rather than cold stone. the thought makes you pity him more than you did.

his retreating form suddenly pauses, and he turns to stare over his shoulder—his jade eyes glow in the darkness. “see y’tomorrow.”

a wide smile stretches across your face, and you wave back, giddy. “sure! see you tomorrow…” your voice trails off at the end. the wolf rolls his eyes heavily, before turning around and continuing his walk.

“toji.” he finishes for you, voice low and yet still clear.

you bite back a laugh of disbelief. “toji,” you repeat, and it rolls off your tongue like butter. his ears twitch at the sound, surprisingly pleasant, and he grumbles in return, vanishing into the night.

he ends up keeping his promise.

[tbaluver]

When You Have A Baby- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

a/n: writing these are so much fun <3 any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! if you have any more ideas for me to write my requests are always open! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He would be so smitten with his newborn. He won't stop internally and externally praising your strength for carrying and birthing his child. He would compare the size of your new baby's hand and his hand. "Their hands are so tiny" He would whisper. As he holds his new born so closely, he vows to make sure no harm came to the two of you.

Your baby room would have a couple plushies that either you won from the claw machines. He can put the baby to sleep so quick whether it was rocking the baby or reading them a bedtime story.

He's very protective but also very cautious. He'll make sure the baby would be all bundled up and comfortable before you two leave the house. Also very soft and sweet with the baby. Spoils the baby with so much love with forehead kisses and snuggles!

This man loves to cuddle the baby. When you come home and you don't see him anywhere, then he's probably in the nursery. He would sit on the rocking chair with the baby in his arms. He just wants to spend as much time as possible with the baby. Nothing in the world can compare to the happiness that brings him where his child is sleeping peacefully in his arms. One of your favorite moments is when you two would be peacefully asleep, the baby safely and comfortably in between you two.

Zayne:

He might not show it physically, but he's definitely in pain seeing you in labor. He'll be by your bedside, gently holding your hand and letting you squeeze his hand as much as you need too. It's all worth it in the end when he sees his baby with his own eyes. Inside he's melting but he keeps his cool.

Like I said in my pregnancy post this man is always ready. Ready whenever you were pregnant and ready when the baby is born.

When the baby cries when your both asleep, he'll assure you that he can do it and let you go back to sleep. He'll handle anything whether it's feeding the baby, cradling, changing the diaper, or helping put the baby back to sleep, as long as you get some rest. He would even be the first to wake up just to check up on the baby just so you can have a few more minutes of rest before you have to get up.

One of your favorite memories would be seeing him handle the baby so well in his arms in the nursery. You would snake your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder as he continues cradling the baby.

He handles his new responsibilities as a father so well. He can barely pull himself from the baby. It's like he had everything under control and nothing can affect him as long as you were okay. He made sure to validate any frustrations and anything you were anxious about. He was always there to reassure you.

Rafayel:

His eyes would be shimmering from glee as he cradled the baby. "They're so tiny!" He would whisper shout, carefully not trying to wake the baby. The first time he ever held the baby, he didn't think it would be possible for his body to let go of the small bundle of joy in his arms.

You are so strong for having to take care of two babies. The one you birthed and your husband, Rafayel. He playfully pretends to be your baby so you can also take care of him like you do with your new born.

You guys would have such a beautiful baby room. The room would have such warm lighting. He would have the walls painted with what he had envisioned and a mix of furniture that you both planned out. You guys would have a crib mobile that is obviously sea themed.

You would also walk in on him many times cradling the baby and encouraging his baby to say his first words would be anything of dad or the baby has to show him first when they learn how to walk.

He would def take so much memories of you and your baby. He'll put some baby safe paint on your baby's hands and stamp their hand print on a small canvas so when they grow up, you'll all remember the time they were so tiny. Finding you again was a miracle in itself and having this baby with you, he would need or create a different word to describe it all.

Sylus:

He would be right at your side during labor, wiping your sweat off your forehead and giving you reassurance. "You're doing so well sweetie. Our baby will be out soon."

He does everything that he can without protests. He would give warm baths and sweet kisses to your baby's head every moment he can.

He makes it all look easy and even handles any chores around the house himself or makes Luke and Kieran do it so you have time to recuperate. He would spend quality time with you any time he can to make you feel just as loved if not more with your growing family.

It would physically pain him to leave you and his newborn at home when he had to leave for business. Although neither of you would have gotten that much sleep in weeks, a part of him wished that it would never end. Even if it would be just for a few hours, he did not want to miss anything that happens. What if the baby laughs and he wasn't there to take a video of it? What if an emergency happened and you needed him? He would make you record everything you and your baby do because he doesn't want to miss any milestone in his baby's life.

Just like you, he would spoil the baby rotten. When he would come back from his business trips or meetings he would bring back gifts for you or anything that reminded him of you and your baby.

You would ban him from singing any lullabies to your baby but sometimes when you're already asleep he would secretly sing your baby a song. He would feel fully content in his life.

[iluvloganhowlett]

I HATE YOU PT. 2 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which logan runs into you once more and works things out

part 1

warnings: mostly angst, some fluff at the end, happy ending woohoo, mutant!reader

so the x-men timeline is actually fucked so i def altered it a little so ignore that😝 this is placed around x-men (2000) and X2

“y/n?” this was the last person you expected to see when trying to teach a simple class. yet here he was, right in front of your 2 eyes.

you looked as the kids began to rile up, a chorus of “hi mr. howlett!”s erupting from the group.

logan flashed them a small smile before returning his attention back to you.

he begins to step closer to you, but you stop him with a simple glare. “class you work on the takedowns we practiced last class, i need to step out for minute. no powers, okay? we need to work on that.”

once the class had gotten started, you slipped out the door and made your way down the hall to talk privately with logan.

“y/-“ “what the hell are you doing here?”

suddenly it felt like you were back at your apartment years ago; logan and some red thing at your doorstep.

“no, doll. the better question is what are you doing here?”

you pace back and forth, cracking your knuckles anxiously as you try to come up with the words to say.

“i-i’ve worked here for years? since you went missing,” you stated, your words dripping in venom as you looked logan in the eyes with a hateful look.

“logan i thought i made it clear back then that you were the last one i wanted to talk to- for a while.”

logan only shrugged and smirked, still leaning on the hallway wall, “forced proximity?”

you lunge, pressing your arm into his neck with full force, pinning him to the wall. “you’re funny,” you retort with a sarcastic smile.

“i get that a lot.”

your left hand stabs your claws into his abdomen; just like the good old days. “i get that a lot too.”

“god, logan! why the fuck are you here?!”

“i work here, sugar.”

you pull a face, as if that’s no excuse for him to show up here. “cut the bullshit, lo. what- are you stalking me?”

logan scoffs, “well, we both know i would if i wanted to.”

“what the hell?”

he only sighs, “y/n can we just work this out? please? i’m tired of following you around like a lost puppy for years.”

“so you have been following me,” you smirk.

he stutters, “alright- now y’know that’s not what i meant.”

“sure sugar,” you mock, releasing him from under your arm.

logan rolls his eyes, “do you ever drop it or…?”

“do you ever stick around?”

you watched as logan tensed at your words, looking down at the floor, and you immediately regretted it.

“look- i’m sorry for how i acted the last time you tried to come back into my life,” you sighed.

“y/n…”

“it’s just hard thinking everyday, for 9 months, that the person you love the most is dead.”

logan groaned, moving closer to you and taking your arms in his hands, “you don’t think i know that?! do you know how many times in my life that someone has taken the person i love to get through to me? i spent those 9 months wondering if you handled yourself and were still gonna be in that damn apartment when i came back,” his voice broke and you watched his eyes shift from frustrated to almost pleading.

you scoff, “yeah because i can’t handle myself.”

“you don’t know that!”

your lips curled. as much as you wanted to shoot a snarky comment about not knowing that he would come home, you could see it wasn’t a good time.

his grip loosened, “please. please y/n just give me another chance and i will tell you everything. i’ll be honest, and ill tell you where im going before i go, yeah?”

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, “ya promise?”

“i promise, doll, i’ll do anything you ask just plea-“

logan was cut off by your lips on his, which he gladly accepted, lifting a hand to your face and one down to your waist.

“y’know,” you began, ghosting just over his lips, “this was probably the only part of you i missed,” you joked.

“shut ya mouth,” and he did just that.

im cringing😮 i hope this is good bc i hate it🥳

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[cheezritsu]

Blue Lock Boys in: What Natural Hairstyles do they like?

These are my personal thoughts on what hairstyles blue lock boys like on black women, you can either discuss civilly or argue with the wall if you're going to be mean. Examples/ links to each style is included!!

Isagi Yoichi: he likes twist outs! Really, he just likes big fluffy hair and twists outs, wand curls and blowouts reallllly are his fave. He likes the way it crowns your face, how it gives you a bunch of hair to work with and shape. Putting in a little headband? Nice. Side part with a pretty clip? Wow!! You look like an actress!! Half up half down?? You’re literally ethereal!! he likes to lay on it too; that’s definitely his favorite part. It’s soft to lay his head on while you’re sitting together on the train, or set his chin on when he’s just waiting in line. He thinks you’re a little angel with your hair like a cloud. x x

Mikage Reo: wigs, which feels wrong? lol you joke that he must hate your hair because he’s always buying you wigs and paying for installs but in all honesty he loves that you can be a whole new person. Keeps him on his toes. Has an affinity for longer hair, but likes different colors, kinda close in tone to his (what a surprise.) You could show up to his match in oversize sunglasses and a new wig and he’ll be like actually where the hell in my girlfriend. And when he finally sees you he’s like “hmmm idk I have a realllly fine woman waiting for me at home :/" “am I prettier than her?” “Nah, you just have different hair”

Nagi Seishiro: box braids. It’s boring but it was the first protective style he ever saw you wear and it blew him away. like you just suddenly had these long braids he could play with. He’s so weird, he like takes the end and runs it over his cheek and he’s like “feels good. Like a tiny paint brush. It’s soothing.” Like whatever baby genius! he also likes all the hairstyles you can pull off: his fave is the half up in space buns look cause it looks very much like a magical girl transformation. x x

Itoshi Sae: wildly enough, sae likes just the natural curls and coils. He’d like a twist out or a braid out too; anything that makes spirals. Lots of people in Spain had curly or textured hair and it really was the first time he experienced textured hair. It’s so pretty. It takes up space and it’s unapologetic and it really just enhances a woman’s natural beauty. Yeah. God forbid you have a curly up-do or a slick back with your curls out around itoshi sae. He’ll go insane. x x

Shidou Ryusei: Detailed cornrows/ Fulani braids. Can you get a shape in there? Can you get beads? curly strands? The more intricate the better. He likes when it makes sound or fucking defies gravity. He’s legit jealous. LOVES baby hairs too. He tried to cut baby hairs so you could do his edges like whoa ‼️lets calm down!! When he’s being a brat he’ll make you lay your head on his chest and trace your parts like a freak. It’s like a map to him? Like those maze games. He also will give you a scalp massage or oil your scalp down. Plus he loves if you use an actual durag to keep it in check. Calls you a g and chest bumps you. He’s so fucking stupid lol x x

Bachira Meguru: also loves hair in its natural coils, kinks, and curls. He thinks it’s so cool looking. He sees it as an extension of you and he loves that you can twist it and shape it all different types of ways! Will ask you if he can do your hair (do not let him!! at least, please help in out lol.) He loves adding accessories like barrettes, bows, clips etc. He’ll def try to match hair styles with you, like space buns, claw clips, little butterfly clips etc. Will also match said hairstyle. x x

Itoshi Rin: French curl braids. Although I'm a very big believer that Rin Itoshi loves alt hairstyles, this feels right too. They’re pretty and he thinks of them as refined. He loves walking around with you when you have French curl braids. You also buy into the stereotypes of French curl braids and dress and do your makeup accordingly. Rin thinks it’s funny to point of but also loves having you on his arm in public. Like ah yes, I’m Rin Itoshi I’m the best spiker in the world and my girlfriend is the prettiest fucking princess ever. Be warned though, he pulls hair. x x

Hyoma Chigiri: hear him out: y'all have the best hair together when you get a silk press. The INCHES. The silkiness. He thinks it makes your face the center of attention and frames it sleekly. Plus, y'all can do matching styles! He always tries out his signature half braided hairstyle on you and loves when you wear it to matches. He also likes when y'all just brush each others hair. Whatever your maintenance routine for your hair is, chigiri learns it so when you’re extra tired he’ll do it for you. (In return you gotta learn his. It’s the rule.) x x

Tabito Karasu: faux locs. Ohhh girl don’t have faux locs and be thirty feet NEAR this mf. He pisses me off. He thinks the extra long ones are so fucking dope. He likes the styles too, like the giant bun or the half up half down. He just loves how it looks too, like you’re so cool. He likes butterfly locs too btw, thinks you look like a fairy. x x

Eita Otoya: goddess braids. It’s peak baddie hair. He pays for it. Mans has barely ever let you pick another hairstyle. He tells people all types of extravagant lies about you when you get your hair done. It’s stupid. He also will post you on his insta??? his story at least. Damn, he really fuckin launched you cause of some goddess braids. Menacing. x x

Micheal Kaiser: French curl braids. And he’s annoying about it. What else do you need to know? (alright, alright. Kaiser has a lot of romantic imagery around him and he’d love someone with a romantic hairstyle. You’re soooo princess. Adorn yourself with bows and he’ll be at your beck and call. He loves if you’re ultra feminine with it, like pearl headbands and lacy bows and frilly hats. He spams his insta with you, showing off your beauty.) x x

Oliver Aiku: locs. Aiku loves him some originality, and he loves a bitch with locs. Bonus points if they’re dyed a color that’s oh so perfect for you. The styles are always top tier and always in awe of how it can be switched up. He’s seen people do really cool things with their locs, and he’d love to kinda see what it’s like to maintain them. When he realized it wasnt as effortless as he imagined he starts asking a million and ten question it feels like an interview. He’s just excited. He feels smug having you in his arm cause you’re gorgeous, you’re 1 of 1 and he has massive respect for you? He wins. x x

Sendou Shuto: wand curls: blowouts. He likes the big fluffy curls, kinda like these. He wants a Hollywood actress and that floaty hair of yours reminds him of old school glamour. And if you added a pearly headband or a ribbon or a headband? UGH. With a red lip? GAHH!! he’s head over heels. x

Barou Shohei: Fulani braids. Bruh. The designs?? Barou loves that shit. Listen, he’s the king so obviously you’re his queen, and you’ve gotta have the coolest, flashiest hair so ppl know their place if you’re around. Design? yes. Beads? YES!! And if you get anything remotely similar to the design in his hair he’s going to drop to one knee. For fucking real. x x x

[st3lla-lun4]

this is def one of my favorite scenes in FAITH chapter 3 because of the horrific implications of it.

for some context, shortly before this scene we see john get poked with a needle held by gary (the big bad of the entire game). john presumably goes unconscious for a few moments, and when he wakes up and we walk him to the next screen (which is ominously marked by a trail of blood), we are greeted with what can only be described as a massacre. blood is everywhere, with the seemingly torn apart bodies of many cultists (the pink guys) strewn about. as an added bonus, when you approach one of the cultists, they straight-up beg john not to hurt them.

it is established in the game that john is very weak. if he gets touched by ANYTHING its a one-hit k.o. straight into a MORTIS. the only thing john has to defend himself is his signature cross. all of this is already terrifying in and of itself, but my god THIS SCENE???????

its one of those moments that only has its true horror revealed when you REALLY think about it. john, father john thomas ward; a man riddled with guilt, and now carrying the fate of the entire world on his shoulders, mild-mannered and non-confrontational, frail and meek and delicate like the petals of a lily; he did this. he single-handedly butchered maybe nine cultists with nothing but his bare hands. he is the one who covered this room wall to wall in their blood and broken bodies.

dear god imagine how john must have felt upon realizing this. that he, a simple child of man is the cause of all this carnage. was he even human when he did all of this? no, he HAD to have been some sort of demon when he did all of this. but maybe deep down he knows that the demon has always been inside him. scratching, clawing, yearning to break free. and all it took was a damned needle to force it out of him.

maybe in that moment he thought he was doing the right thing. these cultists have done nothing but lie and manipulate and murder to get what they want, they were too far gone for salvation. maybe some people deserve to die. maybe this is the only way these sick bastards can repent for all the horrible things they've done.

what does john think of himself when he looks down at his hands, drenched in blood. does he see himself as man or monster?

[lonigiri]

anton nsfw alphabet

minors dni

a=aftercare: hes so sweet, gives you kisses and cuddles, cleans you up a little bit but not anything big, just gets some tissues but he loves after sex cuddles

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself is probably his height (ik its not like a part stfu) he loves the size difference between himself and you. his favorite body part on you is probably your neck, his head is always burried in your neck giving you kisses and sucking hickies 🤭

c=cum: he just loves to cum. thats it thats the tweet/hj. hes just so happy to have someone that loves him enough to be this vulnerable with him and he cant hold himself back from cumming he feels like hes gonna cum his pants whenever he sees ur pretty tits 😣

d=dirty secret: he wants to ask one of the guys (preferably wonbin or sohee bcs they wouldnt make fun of him) to have a threesome with you and him because he thinks ur too pretty to just have you to himself, he wants to see how good his members can fuck you

e=experience: he wasnt very experienced before you, you were probably his first or second, but you helped teach him how to touch you nice and good to make you finish

f=favorite position: probably just missionary, he loves being on top of you and seeing how tiny you are compared to him, also loves burrying his face into your neck. if he wanted to switch it up he'd probably let you ride him

g=goofy: probably 50/50 hes honestly too busy whimpering to be funny

h=hair: anton strikes me as the type to be basically fully shaved, he just doesnt like how the hair looks on him

i=intimacy: he doesnt strike me as the type to have fast/rough sex, sure if he has some like pent up anger he will fuck you but if its just a normal tuesday he likes to have slower sex, but if you asked him to be rougher he will oblige

j=jack off: anton was so scared to ask you for sex during your relationship, yall would be making out and he'd pop a boner and he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and rub one out (which was very apparent to you because the walls were thin and you could hear him moaning) but now that you guys actually have sex he doesnt really masterbate anymore, only if hes away from you for a long time

k=kink: he def has a size kink, watching how ur belly buldges when he bottoms out inside of you turns him on so so much he could just cum right then and there tbh

l=location: he just likes the bed, nothing crazy, sometimes the shower if you ask him to shower with you

m=motivation: bro gets turned on by everything and anything, the slightest touch to him hes on the verge of getting bricked. but its only for you, you make him feel such a special way the no one else could 🥰🥲

n=no: just anything thats hurting you, sure he might accidentally hurt you with his dick and being too eager but he always feels so bad. he could never hurt you on purpose 💔

o=oral: anton is a MUNCH and i stand by that, he LOVEEESSSS eating pussy so much. he gets sooo pussy drunk when hes between ur legs omg. when you first asked him to eat u out he was very skeptical, now he basically claws at ur pants to get them off so he can eat you nice and good like u deserve

p=pace: like i said earlier he enjoys slow sex a lot more then rough/fast sex. he will go fast/rough if you ask him to, he just probably wont last as long 😣

q=quickie: hes iffy on them, doesnt really enjoy them bcs he likes to take his time with you. but if you have limited time to have sex he will have one just wont be very happy abt it

r=risks: doesnt really take risks, he knows what works and he sticks to it

s=stamina: he does not have a very high stamina, can probably go for at the very most 3 rounds and even by then hes like dying

t=toys: you have a viberator that you've integrated into your sex and he has a cock ring 😵‍💫

u=unfair: he doesnt really tease, like ever. if anything you tease him more then he teases you

v=volume: oh hes a whimperer his sounds are so freaking pretty. whispering into your ear how good you make him feel and how pretty you are

w=wild card: he loves when you mark him up, leaving hickies on his neck, scratching his shoulders and back. he takes it like a trophy. whenever hes changing around the guys and they see the marks they always call them out and he just smiles like a dummy recalling the things he did the night before to recive said marks

x=xray: oh anton is packing, its like 7 1/2"-8" and like the perfect girth. he didnt realize how big he actually was until the two of you had sex for the first time and your jaw was basically on the floor from how big he was like how tf is that supposed to go into my vagina

y=yearing: 24/7 hes thinking of it, how good ur cunt is and how when he gets home he wants to make you feel so good and bury himself into ur cunt

z=zzz: he falls asleep so fast, he gets the tissues to clean you up, and then he gives you a few kisses and as soon as hes cuddling with you he passes out

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please do not translate or steal my works! reblogs and likes always help!!

[seungiesz]

yo yo yo yo yo, i’m like super happy cause i actually thought of something from ur prompt idea eve tho my brain is in reconstruction— anyways ANGST — 1. you can't change the past where the reader is like monster who was forced to have hurt and killed other ppl but know that she’s escaped an’ lives a normal life she has PTSD. The like one of the members (ur choice cause i have like no idea) is there roommate an’ helps them through episodes :D why do i always brainstorm like sad things? if u don’t wanna it’s fine, thank you for listening

— 🐣📎

omg wait i love this!

i def saw the reader as like an ex-mafia person and (i chose) hyunjin is a police officer who’s looking after them as they go through a court case.

lean on me!

police officer!hyunjin x ex-mafia!reader

genre: hurt/comfort , angst

word count: 768

Officer Hwang Hyunjin stood against the wall of the apartment, his back pressed against the open window. The air was cold, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on the door he’d been watching for weeks—the one that belonged to you, the ex-mafia enforcer who now lived under his watchful eye.

You had walked away from a life of violence, but your past didn’t let go that easily. It haunted you, lingered in the corners of your mind, and often bled into the present. Hyunjin was the one who kept you grounded, even when your memories threatened to drag you under.

The door creaked open, and you stepped out into the living room, face pale and drawn. You pulled your hoodie tight around your shoulders, eyes distant, lost in something only you could see. Hyunjin had learned to recognize the signs—the tension in your posture, the slight tremble in your hands.

"Hyunjin," you called quietly, voice hoarse. "You here?"

"I’m always here," he replied, his voice steady.

You glanced at him, managing a small, tired smile, as if you wanted to laugh, but it faded quickly. Your eyes, haunted and wide, spoke volumes—you were in the middle of something, something you couldn’t explain but felt deep in your bones.

"You okay?" Hyunjin asked, taking a few steps closer.

Your jaw clenched. “I… I don’t know anymore. Some days are worse than others.”

Hyunjin could see it—the storm building behind your eyes. The memories, the trauma, were clawing at you. The people you had hurt, people who hadn’t deserved it. The past you were trying to outrun was never far behind. The nightmares, the flashbacks—they all bled together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. “Talk to me. What happened this time?”

Your breath hitched, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, as if bracing against an invisible force. "Earlier at the courthouse, it was just a door… Just a slam, but it sounded like gunshots. Like it was happening all over again." You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill over. "I couldn’t stop myself."

Hyunjin’s heart ached. He knew the weight of your words. He knew the fight you were in, every day, to stay away from the monster you’d been—and the fear that you might slip back into it.

"You’re not that person anymore," Hyunjin said, moving closer, his voice soft. "You’re not."

You shook your head, your breath coming faster now. "But I was. I can’t just forget it."

“You can’t change the past,” Hyunjin said, his voice calm and sure. "But you can change the future. You don’t have to be that person anymore.”

You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving as you tried to steady yourself. Hyunjin reached out his hand, a silent invitation. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking to him, searching for something—anything—to tell you it was real. That it wasn’t just words. Slowly, you stepped forward, your body trembling as you leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you steady, his presence firm and unwavering.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city. The weight of everything you had been, and everything you feared you might become, rested on his shoulders. But he didn’t move. He didn’t pull away. He simply let you lean on him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking.

Hyunjin’s hand gently stroked your back. “You’re not alone. Not anymore. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Your body relaxed in his arms, the tension slowly easing. "Thank you," you murmured, voice raw but grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hyunjin said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “We’ll get through it. Together.”

You wiped your eyes, offering a shaky smile. "I don’t know how I’d do this without you."

Hyunjin smiled at your words, squeezing you just a bit tighter. He knew he had helped you along the way. He just feared what he knew would be inevitable, the day you left him.

Once the court case was closed, you’d be off to a new life under the witness protection program, a new beginning. He’d be extremely happy for you, but he feared what would happen to you in times like this.

Who would be there for you?

He shook the thought from his head, deciding that’s an issue for the future. For now, he would continue to be there for you, even if it was just for a short time.

[asher-agere]

Eek..doll is imagining kitty regressor Chuchu and Christmas.. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ��ྀིა

(look at this silly boy)

Chuchu def is like most kitties.. always trying to destroy decorations and trying to climb the Christmas tree or knock it over >:3 Dazai probably scolds him (gently and softly!) for this but Chuuya just ignores him and pouts >:p he's just a little baby kiti!

Chuchu probably isn't used to Christmas though because he probably never celebrated it o(TତTo) but Dazai and the other's def try their best to make it the beet Christmas for the babi kiti!

(just a babble :3)

I know you said just a babble but… CHRISTMAS (Christmas has literally already passed)

Kitty Chuuya + Caretaker Dazai CHRISTMAS EDITION

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

⛦ Anytime Chuuya gets into the decorations it’s a disaster… He’ll get into the garlands and within a minute he’s tangled up to the point he can’t even move. Silly kitty… And ornaments! Never leave ornaments sitting out! He’ll look Dazai right in the eye, that cat like smirk on his face, then push an ornament off the counter! Obviously it breaks on impact, but then Chuuya jumps away like it scared him! He only breaks replaceable ornaments of course, ornaments can hold memories. Honestly he buys cheap ornaments for the sole purpose of breaking them and watching Dazai clean it up

₊ ⊹ Chuuya definitely loves to tear through things! And what a better way to do that with holiday spirit than to do it with wrapping paper? He’ll take a whole roll and tackle it, clawing and biting at it. He doesn’t swallow any though! Just spits it out •̀⩊•́ Dazai will also just lay out wrapping paper for him! On the walls, on the couch, etc. Chuuya will find it and tear it up! But he also likes napping on wrapping paper! Only when it’s inconvenient of course ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ Like when Dazai tries to wrap presents! (95% of them are gag gifts for people) Chuuya will come right in and lay on the wrapping paper, he looks up at Dazai innocently when Dazai struggles to get more, and instead of moving he just meows for attention

⛦ Chuuya tries to climb the tree any way possible! In his defense Dazai started it! Dazai would tease him about not being able to reach the top branches, and Chuuya can find a way to reach them! But once it’s fully decorated he stops trying, to scared of breaking precious ornaments. However he’ll still use his ability to float over the tree! Dazai will tease him saying that he’s the star, Chuuya gets annoyed because yes it’s praise. But Dazai has that tone… So Chuuya lands safely, to go tackle Dazai! Such a meanie head…

₊ ⊹ I think the Sheep taught Chuuya about Christmas, but they could never do anything big… And Dazai does things big. Complete with a fireworks display, a plane flying overhead with a banner, using Chuuya’s money of course. Chuuya’s entire house lights up! And it looks like they’ve been transported to another world! Chuuya remembers seeing decorations like this as a kid… But now it’s his house that looks like this? Woah… And he gets to do this every year? It’s so cool! He’s such a happy kitty, nuzzling up against Dazai and purring louder than a lawnmower

⛦ Bells! Chuuya absolutely has a cute little collar, with a bell on it! But around Christmas time Dazai adds as many bells as he can! Chuuya loves crawling and bouncing around to hear them! Dazai calls them his jingle bells! Chuuya approves of that name. Chuuya also likes bell ornaments! He’ll crawl up to the tree and bat at them to listen to them jingle and jangle! The only issue is that if he gets to excited he’ll knock it right off the branch and break it. And then he’s really sad (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Luckily he has a lot more- And he can buy more! All the bells!

₊ ⊹ Kitty Chuuya hates going out in the snow! It melts when he touches it! And do you know what melted snow is? It’s water! It gets his paws all wet! He much prefers to stay inside thank you very much. But when he does go outside Dazai helps him build a snow den! Dazai makes a big pile of snow and Chuuya digs a tunnel in there and then creates a little room! If he packs the snow tight enough it doesn’t melt! He can also of course just wear gloves, but snow gloves restrict his movement, and gloves that don’t restrict his movement, the water will soak through! It’s so yucky!

⛦ No chocolate milk for the kitty cat! Chuuya just likes his plain milk thank you very much! However in the spirit of Christmas he will put a candy cane in it! Or use peppermint extract instead of vanilla, but a candy cane is better because it colors the milk all cool hehe. Dazai heats him up the milk, adds some sugar, then plops in a candy cane! As it melts it adds a pretty red swirl pattern, and a peppermint flavor! At the beginning Chuuya complains that it’s burning his tongue (The peppermint flavor not the milk being too hot!) but as he gets used to it he’s just happy to enjoy the festive flavor!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Woah two posts in one day? I’m eager to return to my usual order of posting things! This is the final Christmas request hooray!

[rene-01]

do you have any shelly hcs? perchance...

Hello dearest ruuki, I may not have as many as I do for my personal favorites but I may have a few!

-autistic, for obvious reasons.

-not very good at understanding social cues.

-shorter than the average toon, but not the very shortest.

-despite her sharp claws, the palms of her hands are rather soft. They aren’t padded, but soft.

-she tends to gain crushes rather quickly due to being overlooked by others, so any acts of kindness make her swoon, even if it’s something basic.

-very loud, but not in an annoying way. She’s like one of those weirdly excited kids in a class.

-she wears a big T-shirt to sleep with a dinosaur print on it.

-she also owns a pair of T-Rex slippers, as well as a sleeping mask.

-she rewatches every single dinosaur movie to ever exist, no matter how horrible it is.

-when she’s mad, she’ll stomp a foot and make angry rumbling sounds.

-her favorite food is a cheese quesadilla, oddly.

-her room looks like a fossil site, with materials for fossil finding everywhere, fossils on the wall, shelves of books only about dinosaurs. Nothing else.

-back to food, she oddly likes cheese a lot, anything with cheese.

-she’s pansexual and poly, her pronouns are ‘ she/they/it/dino ‘

-she tends to snore a little bit, the more comfortable she is the louder she snores.

These are all just little ideas, not much rn but I’ll def get more :3

[uriekukistan]

hi rinnn!! for the fic writer asks - 3,17,32,42

HI SUNNY ik ur on a plane rn but i miss u already i feel like someone took my left arm </3

3 - Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

i'm a big outliner, so i usually outline the entireee fic before i start writing, the only exception being the Top Secret AU that only the glazers and like one other person know anything about. my outlines have gotten a lot more detailed within the past month or so. recently i've been building off the 27 chapter plot structure. depending on the fic i vary how much i develop each point in the story, in some cases i cut entire points out while still maintaining the flow, but this is the framework i build from.

after outline, i procrastinate by making a playlist for the fic which is obviously very important. and then idk man i just write. and i don't edit until like the night before or the morning of the day i post bc otherwise i'll go insane re-editing. u should have seen me w my thesis, i was like a wild animal w re-edits.

17 - What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

i claw at the walls until i can write words with the blood on my fingertips

fr i just fight through it. maybe i'll read previous parts of the chapter, or works im proud of, but yeah i just keep trying until something sticks. nothing editing can't fix

32 - Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

ur telling me to name only three when all of my friends are amazing writers? mean and cruel. well theres one called chosospinkytoes idk if u would know her...would also recommend any of the authors that participated in itafushi's somethingsomething halloween (heh i cheated), and also @kat-likes-writing :3 that's technically three recs shhhhshhhhhhhh

42 - What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

the last fic i read was this AMAZING fic by chosospinkytoes i wanna throw the apple (into the sky) and i def would recommend it. very cute companion to her firefighter yuuji au and i loved the title from apple by charli xcx that was a fun touch and such a jjk song to me

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

send me an ask :)

[expiredgirlfriend]

Miguel O’hara

Miguel O'hara

18+ pls!

a mix of thoughts I have of Miguel. or headcanons?

mentions: sex, oral, claws, marking, kinks. (if i missed anything sorry let me know!) 

ps. i use you, and try to avoid anything gender specific :) there’s maybe two things targeted towards a specific gender… but it’s for all of you and i’d hate to leave anyone out.

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I know this man goes feral during sex.

He leaves claw marks on the bed frames, even if its cloth it's been shredded, wooden frames just have thousands of claw marks. You can't own pillows with feathers anymore because of him.

Many many people have said this but this man is so touch starved, and he def got some kinks. Breeding is one for sure, and marking as well.

You're four poster bedframe, was suddenly turned into just a normal bedframe after you two, mostly him, broke the poles.

I imagine Twilight, the honey moon scene, where they wreck the shit out of the bed.  You two are always stuck buying new pillows, and trying to come up with crafty at home ways to fix the bed.

The legs on the couch are snapped off, and you've hidden the claw marks with pillows incase guests come over.

You guys cannot in any form have sex on an air mattress, Miguel digs his claws into it and you end up deflating it faster from his thrusts.

He definitely has a lot of stamina, and thanks to that, quickies don't exist. Quickies turn into hours of being railed up against the wall in the bathroom of someone else's house.

He doesn't care if his PDA is too much, if anyone points it out he gets hella annoyed. You're his and he wants everyone to know.

He loves to tease oh my god, you'll be out at dinner and sitting at a table and he will stick his hand in your pants, he does not care. But you do, he just lets his animalistic side take over, a lot.

The breeding kink?? This man will fill you, and pump it in with his dick or his thick fingers. This man is so obsessive. Seeing him bulge through your stomach sets him off!!!

He marks you hardcore, even if it's in view or not. Your chest will definitely be covered in puncture wounds from his fangs, and love bites all over. Which always results in you swimming with shorts and a tank top, because those love bites scatter your thighs. He has no shame!! And I know this man is PACKING.

He's thick and at most 10 inches, even you don't know how he hides it in his suit.

He's a whimperer, but only for you of course. When he's close and losing control he'll press your bodies together in a mating press, and  he'll whimper in your ears, and won't even pull out.

His back, oh his poor back is covered in scratches from you digging your nails into his back, which he doesn't mind letting it be revealed when he wears his tight tank tops, and swimming trunks.

Oh and he can eat. You don't give him enough attention, suddenly his head is in between your legs and your overstimulated but oh boy he loves to overstimulate you whew this man

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i need put in a padded room for writing this me thinks

also me posting this on my alt tumblr bc i have too many close friends following me on my main im afraid they’ll question me

i've never written anything like this, Miguel has me down bad swear. I may post more things like this, I'm not sure but thanks for reading <3

[mochiwrites]

First of all chapter 20 got a much needed cry out if me. It's been a rough time and it was all very cathartic. Slaps LLAU. This bad boy can fit so much hurt/comfort in it /very very pos

Second of all there sure are some concerning implications that the whole winners remember concept may have been in play here with the bits highlighted about LL Grian. Also that maybe this poor bastard that remembers 3rd Life and is trying anything to avoid repeating that tragedy in Last Life in his own way may have just been magically returned to the now graveyard that is 3rd Life. Ouch

aw :(( I’m sorry you’ve been having a rough one nonnie, sending you many hugs <33 I’m glad it was cathartic at least !!! I’ve def been there before <3

I’ve been clawing at the walls over the dump of hurt/comfort and it’s finally happened rahhhhhh

and 🤭 I won’t confirm or deny but it might be a bit more complicated than that <3

[ashen-crest]

this isn't wbw but can I hear more about stray spirit bc the concept of temporary spirits that will kill u if they possess u is SO cool 👀👀👀

def!!

In the world of The Stray Spirit, spirits are formed over time. ~Something underground which we learn about in book 2~ periodically releases spirit energy, which energy latches onto nature and slowly forms a spirit. That's how we get forest spirits, river spirits, etc.

However, every now and then, this energy gets released too quickly. This event is called a surge. It's real fun- there's earthquakes, there's sparkly energy in the air, latching onto living things and hurting them. Good times!

One side-effect of these surges is the formation of remnants: bundles of spirit energy that kind of glob together and form too quickly. They're half-spirits- they're almost there, but they didn't form right, and they're desperate for something to latch onto to survive. Unfortunately, latching onto a living thing kills both them and the host, so...it's a short-lived existence.

Because these things look kind of like moving spiderwebs, some people call them forest ghosts. Each area has its own local folklore surrounding them and their origins (since technically no one knows how the spirit energy works yet!), but one common superstition is to touch a piece of wood and invoke the protection of the goddess Hara whenever one is seen or mentioned.

Here's an excerpt from The Stray Spirit where our main trio sees one for the first time:

Next to [Emry], Cal leaned forward to inspect the landscape.  “What’s that?” Emry followed her gaze over the mossy wall.  He didn’t see them at first—they were barely visible in the sunlight, like spiderwebs floating in the breeze. But when his eyes did focus on them, it was difficult to look away. Two concentrations of silvery mist twisted in the air, sliding up against tree trunks, then melting off. Occasionally, they would form a tendril in the shape of a wing or a claw, dragging it along the earth before morphing back into a shapeless form. As they stretched in a slow desperation over the ground, the moss and foliage beneath them shriveled and darkened. “Remnants?” Emry whispered. As he spoke, one of the claw shapes reached lazily in their direction. He shivered and touched the wooden lute on instinct. “I don’t like them.” Aspen started quiet, then grew more insistent. “I don’t like them at all. We need to leave.” “Everything’s fine, Aspen.” Cal set a hesitant hand on the lute. “They don’t seem to be doing anything—” A squirrel skittered down one of the dead trees toward the nearest remnant, its tail dusted with charcoal. It regarded the floating mist with a tilt of its head, then turned to hop off—but the remnant was too quick. It dove straight into the creature, the mist siphoning into its fur in a blink. The squirrel flashed white once, then fell unmoving into the leaves. Cal swallowed and took the lute from Emry. “Yes, good idea. Time to leave.”

I realize this makes it sound like The Stray Spirit is a particuarly ~spooky~ book, but I promise it's not! The remnants are about as spooky as the book gets. It's technically a higher-stakes cozy fantasy with a second-chance romance subplot.

[midoristeashop]

ok ok I’ll talk about myself (ty to @alkalinefrog , @bignostalgias and @vindikaetion for awakening me ily)

People you’d like to know better tag game

Last song(s): my maladaptive ass needs like a solid 10 songs per minute to satisfy my chair spinning needs so here are a few in no particular order:

5g by brakence - tickles my brain

Self love by Coi Leray - this is like a certified “I need to draw” song where it just gets me in a creative mood I love it

Find Your Flame by SEGA SOUND TEAM - long time sonic fan here and I just need an energy boost every once n a while also I just really like the sonic soundtrack it gives me nostalgia

Currently watching: *inhales* Subspace Dubbed Over | SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub (April Fools 2023) by snapcube on yt I kid you not I can recite this entire dub I listen to it every time I draw anything

Currently reading: Idk if this counts but the first spiderverse art book, I’m annotating it like a Literature professor would annotate ancient text atm

(Also just finished snow-crested shrines by turkeyvultureinavest in ao3 def recommend for my hijack people)

Current Obsession: creating my spidersona and just anything spiderverse related, rotg + httyd always, forever expanding my silly oc multiverse so yk standard stuff

last silly fact abt me I actually have a gut wrenching, wall clawing, boat tipping fear of interacting with people on the internet (and I ASSURE you it is because I am just very socially awkward in any setting) and I just don’t know how to reply to anything properly?? Like I see all your wonderful tags and things and just run around my room and never reply?? Like I literally don’t know how I shut down (in a good way, like when you eat really good soup and everything around you just disappears in the back of your mind) but even tho it freaks me out I’m gonna just shoutout @kittarts (it’s me jan I promise), @yancant , @notemaker n @gilly-moon cuz y’all are cool and amazing artists ily

[thelittlestoflives]

Maybe a part 1? Maybe a big load of nothing? All I know is I have JJK brainrot and I love these guys.

This is just a little drabble I did about the last interaction with Suguru.

Def not proofread, just vibes only!!!!!

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“Hey, you.” Came a familiar voice. Suguru stood behind you, leaning against a wall with his arms folded. You stared at him like he was a ghost. 

“Yep, it’s me, the criminal.” He smirked.

“Suguru, what have you done?” You hiss, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the crowd of people near you both. “Please, Sugu…”

He smiled sadly. “Something that should’ve been done a long time ago. You’re not going to try to convince me to stay, are you?”

“You’re not going to convince me to try and join you, are you?” You fired right back venomously. 

He chuckled. 

“As if anyone could convince you to do anything.” He looked at you fondly.

“Don’t do that.” You mutter, looking down. 

“Don’t do what?”

“Act like everything is fine. Like we’re friends.”

“Aren’t we?”

“Sugu… Your parents.”

“A necessary evil.”

“Evil, yeah. Necessary? Never.”

‘You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.” You snapped, throwing your hands in the air with exasperation. “Seriously. Explain it to me! I beg you. I beg you. I need to know why one of my best friends did this. How someone so kind, someone I love so much could do this.”

He looked at you, a sad smile plastered on his face. Somehow, his eyes looked brighter than they had in months.

You grab his hands, a look of surprise flashing across his features. You held them within your own, a lump in your throat.

“Please. Please. It isn’t too late. You can still come back. You can be with me and Satoru and Shoko. We once said we’d follow each other anywhere. I can’t if you choose this. Please don’t go somewhere we- I can’t follow.” The dam broke, and tears streamed down your cheeks. 

His face was hard and unreadable. 

“Y/N…”

“Please.” You choke out, desperation clawing up your throat. 

He sighed.

“Look, I know my decision must seem unthinkable to you. But this is something that needs to be done. Aren’t you tired of this? Being a cog in the machine, being used to get rid of something that humans create? Forced to clean up the problems of others? We can stop this. We can end it.”

“You’re playing god. It isn’t right.”

“Isn’t it?” He snapped. “You of all people should know how shit my technique is. How much I suffer every time. And you think that’s right?”

“That’s not what I said I-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he hissed.

“No! That’s not what I was going-”

“It’s easy for you and Satoru. You have no idea what it’s like.”

You felt like he slapped you.

“Excuse me? I have ‘no idea’?” You laugh bitterly. “Give me a fucking break. Do you think I would’ve chosen this life? Do you think that I enjoy the fact our peers die around us all the time? That most of us won’t make it to 40? That I have to deal with the most horrific cases, the most evil cursed spirits? That I have to leave everyone in the non-sorcerer world behind? You’re joking.”

He sighed again and rubbed his temples.

“If you truly understood, then you’d come with me.”

You scoffed. “Wonderful. So my two options are either to stay a sorcerer and watch everyone I love die around me or commit mass genocide? That’s just great. Just great.” You felt almost hysterical with emotion. You wanted so badly to turn the clock, to pinpoint the moment everything fell apart. To prevent this. But was there any way to prevent this? 

“Y/N…” Suguru said. “I’m sorry, this is the only way.”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think it is. But I think you’ve made your mind up, haven’t you?”

He simply looked at you with unreadable eyes.

“Will I… Will I ever see you again?” You whisper, hating how timid and meek you sound.

“Maybe one day.” He said wistfully, watching the crowds of people walk past you both.

A sob wracked out of your chest. 

“Can I hug you? One last time?” You choke, barely giving him time to answer before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“You’re my best friend. I’m glad… I’m glad that we found each other, even though it was brief.” You murmur into his chest. You feel him stiffen but hug you back regardless. 

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he whispers.

“You bastard!” Satoru’s voice called down the street. “And you, Y/N? You’re going with him?”

You step back, sniffing slightly, shaking your head. You glance at Suguru, before walking over to Satoru. He was enraged. You’d never seen him like that. He trembled as he scanned your tear-stained face while you approached him.

“Did he hurt you?” He whispered hoarsely. 

“Not physically anyway.” You stood beside him, arms almost touching as you stared at the boy who had betrayed you both. 

Satoru yelled. He yelled and yelled at Suguru, who simply watched him with a sort of amusement. 

Suguru walked away, and Satoru held up his hands to curse him, then dropped them. He stared after the spot Suguru had been standing. You cried silently beside him.

“Let’s go, Y/N,” he said softly.