#I HEART WYR

[causenessus]

i’m so happy you liked the hinata fic 😭😭 and the fact that YOU reread MY fics?? LITERALLY GOING CRAZY RN

i’m taking this as the compliment of all compliments omg and my own category?? crying real quick just so you know <33

PLEASEEE OH MY GOSH I'M CRYING WITH U!!! YOU WERE ONTO SOMETHING WHEN YOU SAID WE WERE MORE LIKE TWINS THAN ATSUMU AND OSAMU!! THAT'S OUR DUO NOW <3 I'M MAKING THAT A TAG OR SOMETHING AT SOME POINT BUT YES I LOVED THAT HINATA FIC!! wyr I said this before but your works are just so comforting omg yk I just kind of fully pieced this together but do you remember when I decided you were a fae and everything in that game about what mythical creature you see your mutual as?? your works all feel so comforting and earthy in the same way. i'm such a color person and this is obvious but I just get the green, brown, earthy tones kind of colors in my mind whenever I think about your works OMG IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW your works just feel like such a solace 😭 like going out to a forest in the early morning when it's still foggy and the smell of rain is still in the air from a heavy storm last night ❤️ and just sitting there against a tree and reading and being calm and at peace ❤️ that's what your works feel like. AND THEY'RE LITERALY HEALING AAA I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH YOU'RE AMAZING this is also a really random comparison but your works and you remind me of this youtuber named aameliaa who makes these really cozy and cool playlists I've stolen so much of my music from her and her playlists are always such a comfort for me and I listen to them when I can't focus on anything else so just know this is a huge compliment 😭😭 I just wanted to mention her in case you somehow happen to have also listened to her I'm sorry this is so long 😭

[guitarstringed-scars]

WYRRRRR

literally cannot find a single haikyuu x reader fic rn that i haven’t alr read or meets my needs for my nightly routine and im going insane please i just need some iwaizumi fluff or atsumu or suna or kuroo lit anyone from haikyuu but i literally can’t for some reason and its pissing me off like i need my daily dose before i go to bed

[bakery-anon]

number 44 because it’s my favorite ‼️

WYR HI WYR I LOVE YOU WYR !!!

Number 44 !!! Drumroll please

…otaku hot girl -Megan Thee Stallion

[miyamoratsumuu]

CASE: SOLVED!

⌕ you want us to solve what?!

⌕ a k.bakugou, s.todoroki, i.imidoriya (seperately) x reader interactive smau series

⌕ she needed a new start, and japan's hero commision needed the world's best of the best private investigator. now that y/n l/n was asked to be stationed in japan, she'll be working side by side with the country's top three heroes to uncover a stalker's disguise. will they be able to find a solution for the case? and along the way, maybe a solution for her broken heart too.

⌕ pro hero!au, big three x reader, strangers (?) to co workers to lovers (?), swearing/language, fem!reader (reader is referred to with she/her pronouns), stalker activity, maybe ooc izuku I'm sorry</3

⌕ status: coming soon!

(☏) for chapters with written portions

⌕ frans' 1k special! readers will be able to decide the fate of characters involved in the series! who'll work with who, who'll make moves on the reader first, who'll go on dates with who? you get to decide!

CATCH THE SUSPECT! uquiz

TEASER, INTRODUCTIONS, CHAPTERS coming soon<3

© miyamoratsumuu 2024 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

⌕ taglist: open!! (reply or send an ask to be added<3)

⌕ the series and whole concept of this is inspired by Panorama!!!, an Interactive Haikyuu SMAU series by the loveliest herself, @zumicho !! it's an amazing series. make sure to check it out along with ree's other works!!

AND TO ALL MY AMAZING MHA MOOTIES THAT MADE THIS POSSIBLE AAAAH TY ALL AND ILY ALL SM!!!! you guys won't believe the amount of times you inspired me to do more and do better, and I couldn't be more grateful 🙇🏻‍♀️

@whenanafallsinlove @angeliicheartt @poetlus @sepptember @satelitis @iloveroblox48 @sweetheartsaku @rueclfer @kovu-bunnbunn @izufeels @seumyo @loveriotss @lissdiary @xn4vyl1c1ousx @sunolls @lounaticcc @daetko

and ofc to my other moots too that I wasn't able to tag (it's either I'm shy or I'm shy 😞) I can't forget about you guys ofc!! all of your support means so much to me, words can't express how grateful I really am<3 LIKE REE AND NESS AND WYR AND YEN (imy yen) you guys were the no. 1 people I always looked up to, truly ILY!!

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[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Dec 18

You can consider this one an unofficial addition to tisfan's Also Prey story, since that's the 'verse I was thinking of while I wrote it. You don't need to have read it to read this, though.

Shapeshifters AU / Marvel - Winteriron / Ornament

Tony enjoyed the winter holidays, for the most part. More, since the team had moved in with him. There was always an enormous tree in the lobby of the tower, and smaller trees in the public areas of every floor, and a couple of them in his workshop. There were professional decorators who put up the decorations in most of the tower, but on the Avengers’ floors, Tony did the vast majority of it himself.

Sam theorized it was because all the shiny lights and sparkling baubles were irresistible to Tony’s cat. Steve thought it was because all the trees provided convenient hiding spots for the cat when it was feeling jumpy about being surrounded by so many larger predators.

Bucky didn’t really care why, as long as his boyfriend was happy. He went out and bought ornaments for the tree in the Avengers’ common space -- there were already several of the official ornaments on it, but the city was full of people selling bootleg varieties of varying quality that looked nothing like the staid, marketing-approved ones.

He hung them on the tree and watched as the others noticed them, one by one, exclaiming with delight or laughter.

The next day, Bucky stumbled over a shop that sold ornaments in animal shapes, and for a small extra fee, you could have them painted. Most people probably got paint jobs that matched their own natural markings, or those of their loved ones. But Bucky stood on the sidewalk for a good ten minutes, looking over all the examples, before finally giving up and yielding to the impulse.

A week or so later, he carefully hung ornaments on the tree that matched each of his teammates’ wyr forms -- and which had been painted to look like they were wearing versions of their hero costumes.

Those got even bigger reactions. Steve had done one of those whole-body laughs, his hand over his heart like he thought it was going to burst out of his chest with joy. Natasha had eyed hers from every angle before taking it down and re-hanging it in a different spot -- a little more shadowy, but, Bucky noticed, well-placed to be perfectly visible from her favorite spot on the couch. Sam had demanded to know where Bucky’d gotten them, and gone off to commission more for his family.

Tony, on the other hand... He walked all the way around the tree, several times, peering into the branches like he expected something to jump out at him. Then he’d blurred into his wyr and wriggled up under the lowest branches and started climbing the tree.

Bucky watched cautiously -- the trees were all well-braced against climbing creatures, but Tony frequently thought he could disobey the laws of physics in both of his forms.

Bucky was so careful watching for him that he almost missed it when Tony’s ornament fell off the tree to the floor, batted by one delicate paw.

“Hey,” he complained.

The branches rustled and Tony jumped to the floor, then delicately took the ornament’s hook in his mouth and padded off with it.

“Hey,” Bucky said again.

Tony ignored him, tail high and twitching, as he stalked out of the room.

Maybe Tony hadn’t found them quite as amusing as Bucky had.

The next day, Bucky came into the room to find Tony sitting on the couch, reading on his tablet. “Hey, babe,” he said.

Without looking up, Tony tossed something at him; Bucky fumbled a bit, catching it. It looked like a ball of bubble wrap and tissue paper. “This seems more your speed than mine,” Bucky said, grinning.

“Open it.”

Bucky turned the ball over and found a bit of tape holding the whole thing closed. He peeled it loose, then carefully unrolled everything to reveal... Tony’s Ironwyr ornament. Bucky blinked at it, then looked back up at Tony.

Tony turned off the tablet and dropped it onto the cushion beside him, then held up another ornament. A wolf, dark-furred, dressed to match Bucky’s black-and-silver costume. “You forgot one,” Tony said.

“Oh.” Bucky shrugged uncomfortably. “I’m not--”

“Don’t say whatever you’re about to say,” Tony advised. “Go on and hang it,” he added, gesturing to the tree.

Bucky looked at Tony, then at the tree, then at the ornament, and back to the tree. “Okay...” He stepped over to the tree and carefully hung the little Ironwyr on a central branch.

Tony stepped up and hung the Winter Wyr next to it, carefully twisting the cord until the two ornaments were lightly bumping, nose to nose. Almost like they were kissing.

“Much better,” Tony said, and threaded his arm through Bucky’s. “Mine was lonely without yours there.”

[tulip-room]

coffee stains- o. miya

prologue || You Again

words: 949

masterlist || all hq works || next

"You broke my heart in that little window, I felt my heart shatter as I watched you chatter away."

He was stressed out. He had a lot going on. Why couldn’t you understand that? She had heard too many excuses at this point. At first everything was fine, only a few dates here and there were missed. She was understanding…he was opening up a restaurant. That took a lot of work and time, it all came to a head one night though. One she would remember for a while as she slept on the couch of one of her friends. 

The night felt like it was taunting her, it was a warm humid night. The air sticking to her skin and weighing her down. Osamu had mentioned that he wasn’t going to be home because he had a few things at the shop to finish up. The bag of food she was bringing him dropped to the sidewalk as she saw him leaning over the counter and talking to one of the waitresses. So this is why he hadn’t come home. It made sense now. The food was abandoned on the ground as she started the slow walk home, not realizing the hot tears rolling down her face as they were too similar to the humidity.

Fishing out her phone from her pocket she almost drops it as her hands shake to unlock it. Her vision is blurry as she clicks on her most recent contact. Wyr, they’ll probably be the best option anyway. Her and Kiyoko live the closest to the apartment. Funny, it used to be her apartment but lately it hasn’t really felt like home. 

She barely makes it up the stairs in one piece on her shaky legs. Her hand comes up to wrap against the familiar wood of a familiar apartment. “Oh, let’s get you inside and out of those clothes.” Wyr beckons her in and closes the door behind her. Kiyoko comes over with a change of clothes and the two lead the crying woman to their bedroom. 

Kiyoko and Wyr’s apartment is nothing short of coziness. There’s fairy lights hanging up, potted plants on the window sill and the overhead lights are never on. Their living room is a mismatch of furniture given to them by their friends over the years, the couch was gifted to them by Daichi, the armchair a gift from Yachi their second Christmas living in the home. Their bedroom was in a similar state of mismatch. The quilts didn’t go together but that didn’t really matter as opposed to how warm they kept you. There was a singular potted plant on their bedside table (Norbert as deemed by Wyr), and there were scattered pages of drawings at the desk of the room. On the right side of the bed was a hippo plushie they had gotten when they went to the zoo. 

Y/N recognized the shirt she was wearing and smiled a little. It was the first gift she had ever given to Kiyoko, she was surprised to see it still in one piece after all the years it had been since then. “Is that a smile I see?” Kiyoko prodded when she came around the corner.

“You kept this stupid shirt?”

“Of course, it was a gift from a friend. I keep most things gifted to me.” Kiyoko offered her a small smile and lightly grabbed her arm to lead her back to the living room. There she could see a carton of ice cream, blankets, a cup of what looks like tea, and The Princess Bride loaded up on the TV. Wyr patted the spot next to them and she waited for Kiyoko to take the spot but she instead sat on the opposite end of the couch. “It’s cuddle time, you can tell us what happened when you feel better.” 

She hadn’t felt this loved in months as she allowed the couple to wrap their arms around her. The sounds of the opening played on the TV as they ate ice cream and laughed at the tricks played by the characters in the film. “Thank you guys,” she yawned as her eyes closed.

“Of course, you’re our friend.” Wyr responded and carefully raked her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “Get some rest, you can tell us about it in the morning if you’re feeling better.” She was already asleep on Wyr’s shoulder by the time the sentence was finished. “Seems she really did need some rest. I think I’m going to kill Osamu.” Kiyoko hummed with agreement.

A few months later and it seemed like she was back to normal, or at least as normal as someone could be after breaking up with their high school sweetheart. Life isn’t always pretty though, that’s why we have coffee to get us through the day. 

The bell jingles as she pushes the door open, her gaze is on her phone as she walks to the counter. It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t see the man walking towards her just as distracted as her. There’s a crash as the cold and wet feeling of something spilling on her flushes her senses. “I’m so sorry,” she knows that voice. 

She scowls as she lifts her head up. “It wasn’t enough that you made our relationship miserable? You had to spill your coffee on me too?” She scoffs and takes the napkins a tired barista hands her. “Thank you,” she mutters quickly to the woman. 

“Yeah, okay. Now you’re just being dramatic.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I didn’t make our relationship miserable. You’re the one who left.” 

“Because you–” she stops and pinches her nose. “Nope. I don’t care enough, I’m doing better. I hope to not see you again Miya.”

“Whatever.”

a/n: haha- so...I am doing something full of whimsy to offset the seasonal depression. I'm going to write multiple series at once! You know what that means!!! It means that I'm going to be more chronically online than usual lol <3

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[asksythe]

I want to write an LB6 Oberon x Gudako x PHH Vortigern story.

The other day, I told @erimies that I wanted to try my hand at writing a dark romance story.

I don't often write romance, and even when I do, I view it less as shipping and romance and more as the continuation of characterization. So, if I feel this is how this character would behave or potentially change in a certain direction, I would follow that logic to its conclusion no matter how I personally feel about it.

But the thing is... despite how Oberon Vortigern would like to portray himself, I don't personally think of him as a truly evil kind of character. You see it in the way he conducts himself in canon LB6. There was a lot of things he didn't have to do, but he did (like teaching young Castoria and giving her a short time of respite from her loneliness and ostracization).

There were also a lot of things he could have done were he truly evil, but he never did. I'm talking about his relationship with Riri during the early part of the Lostbelt. Almost every night in the early part of the story, they were alone with each other. Almost every night. Whether it was him climbing in through the window of her room in Mike's tavern, or when he sent Castoria away to gather woods or create a bounded field, leaving him to sit alone with Riri by the fireside. They didn't do anything. They just talked.

I don't think it's possible to overstate how emotionally vulnerable Riri was at that time before she met Mash again in Norwich. Someone as smart and socially savvy as Oberon should have been able to twist Riri's heart and mind like a pretzel in that situation. He might not have been able to pull the wools over her eyes for long, but he absolutely could have done devastating damage or primed her in a way that would benefit him more. I'm fairly sure there are some kinky hentai doujins out there that explored this very scenario. But the fact that Oberon never even tried spoke volume.

Then there's his wet sock of a fight at the end of LB6. Like, sir, can you be more half-assed in your big villain speech and fight?

Summer 2023 on JP server more or less cinched the deal. Oberon is just... a wet cat... and really really really (embarrassingly) down bad for Riri.

Hah!

My point is, I don't think regular Oberon cuts it for a truly dark romance kind of story. Not against someone whose heart is so resilient like Riri. So I thought of exploring the Vortigern side.

As it so happened, I acquired the novella Garden of Avalon, in which PHH Vortigern is featured as the villain.

Having read it, I... have thoughts. PHH Vortigern seems to exhibit the same kind of put-upon, enforced evil as LB Oberon. Again, his actions gave him away. He usurped his brother Uther's throne via violence... and yet let Uther go with his life and limbs fully in tact. And that's how we arrived at the canon Artoria, who is a dragon in human form... because Uther took one look at Vortigern's dragon aspect and thought. I would like me a big freakin gun just like that and he went on to do really skeevy-sounding human experimentation (via way of Merlin), resulting in Arotia....

...Bruh...

And people wonder why Artoria felt so inhuman as king... Well, if her purpose of existence was only to defeat Vortigern and never to succeed Uther as King, then it kinda makes sense, doesn't it?

Even when he was defeated, Vortigern still worried about the fate of the world and his own niece (in the usual tsundere snarky way).

Well, I guess Oberon really is an alternate version of PHH Vortigern. There's a good bit of similarities between them. Implied and not. In any case, that's where the PHH Vortigern x Riri comes in. Because I thought, there are things worth exploring here.

....

Nineveh 2461

... is the name I gave this story idea.

...

On the eve when the two brothers, splintered now in blood and heart, part from one another, the aggrieved people of Albion proclaim. 

We do not want to be fought over by either dragons or wyrms, for whichever one prevails, the little men will lose regardless. 

And so a plan is hatched alongside Uther’s dream to birth a dragon in human form. Is it not customary to proffer a greedy dragon with a virgin? A tribute shall be gifted to Vile King Vortigern, so that he would be sufficiently distracted and thus turn the worst of his evils from them. This shall be no ordinary virgin. Nothing that the Vile King himself could clutch from the populace. 

No. 

This one shall be crafted to specifications. A vessel shall be made. A ritual shall be enacted to call forth that which he desires but may not touch. 

One who can withstand his savagery. One whose burning hurt will endure even the Vile King’s frozen embrace. 

...

Ritsuka is summoned into a ‘vessel’ during the Arthurian cycle in PHH, singularity style!

Core story is a flip on the classical wicked dragon and imprisoned princess tale. 

An exploration of what book Vortigern means by a ‘dark paradise where humans cannot step foot on.’

It’s less that Ritsuka is imprisoned and more that she’s enjoying domestic life, taking care of cantankerous dragon man Vortigern.

This tragic, weirdly domestic romance is doomed because, regardless of how she feels, she has to resolve this singularity and return to Chaldea.

The climax is Ritsuka’s servants aiding the local Artoria and coming to her rescue. 

Oberon Vortigern is among the rescue team, spearheading it. 

Final battle involves Oberon Vortigern against himself. PHH Vortigern against a version of himself. 

[sipofsnips]

Week 50 and 51 sips!

You can reblog this post and do em all now, save 'em and find 'em as you have the energy/time, or just use it as a heads up for what's comin'.

Up to you!

All I ask is that you use the #sipofsnips tag so people can find each other's snips and get excited about writing.

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Welcome to a very special edition of Sip of Snips!

Wherein we have two weeks in a row of words posted at once. You are encouraged to use these words as prompts to write something new, no matter what it is. Poetry, flash fiction, a drabble, whatever you wish to do to answer the holiday poets.

Mari Lwyd has come seeking spirits for the holidays, and to warm herself by your hearth--she's willing to sing for the privilege.

She's said her starting line already. Now it's your turn.

--

Below the cut you will find the 'Cân y Fari Lwyd', or 'The Mari Lwyd Song', in case you wish to know it. Though only the outside part. You can deal with her on your own once she's inside.

Cân y Fari Lwyd

(Oddi allan) Wel dyma ni'n dwad Gyfeillion diniwad I ofyn am gennad i ganu.

Os na chawn ni gennad, Cewch glywed ar ganiad Beth fydd ein dymuniad - nos heno.

Agorwch y dryse, Mae'r rhew wrth ein sodle, Mae'r rhew wrth ein sodle - nos heno.

Os oes gennych atebion, Wel, dewch a nhw'n union I ateb prydyddion y gwylie.

(Ateb oddi mewn) O, cerwch ar gered, Mae'ch ffordd yn agored, Mae'r ffordd yn agored - nos heno.

(Oddi allan) Nid ewn ni ar gered Heb dorri ein syched, Heb dorri ein syched - nos heno.

(Oddi mewn) Mae ffynnon yn tarddu Ym mhistyll y Beili, Trwy ffafwr cewch lymed i brofi.

(Oddi allan) Nid yfwn o'r ffynnon I oeri ein calon I fagu clefydon - y gwylie.

(Oddi mewn) Rhowch glywad, wyr doethion, Pa faint y'ch o ddynion A beth yn wych union, (x3) yw'ch enwau.

(Oddi allan) Rhyw bump o wyr hawddgar, Rhai gorau y ddaear Yn canu mewn gwir air (x3) am gwrw.

(Oddi mewn) Os llymaid bach melys A geisiwch dros wefus Dewch atom yn hwylus (x3) i'r aelwyd.

The Mari Lwyd song

(From outside) Well, here we come Innocent friends To ask may we have leave to sing.

If we don’t have leave, You can listen to the song that tells of our leaving - tonight.

Open the doors, There’s ice under our heels, There’s ice under our heels - tonight.

If you have answers, Well, bring them exactly To answer the holidays poets.

(Answer from inside) Oh, go walk, Your way is open, Your way is open - tonight.

(From outside) We won’t walk away Without breaking our thirst, Without breaking our thirst - tonight.

(From inside) The fountain originates In the Bailey’s spring, As a favour have a drink to taste.

(From outside) We won’t drink from a fountain To colden our hearts To breed fever - [of] the holiday.

(From inside) Listen, wise men, What size is your party (of men) And what exactly is great, (x3) are your names.

(From outside) Some five pleasant men, Some of the best on Earth Singing true words (x3) for beer.

(From inside) If there’s a small sweet swig [of beer] That you can try on your lips Come to us in good spirits (x3) to the hearth.

[causenessus]

ran out of tag space BUT I AM NOT DONE

i'll actually try and limit myself because I have another chapter to read but omg again like wyr I don't know how to explain this in a way that doesn't sound weird and that makes sense to you 😭 but my trip to Canada was so life changing it was so comforting and so beautiful I have such fond memories or it it was my favorite place I ever went I felt so happy and cozy and that is exactly how I feel reading your works <3 like this is the highest compliment I can ever think to give!! like relating my favorite most happiest memory to your writing if that makes sense <3 I love love love baby's breath it's one of my favorite flowers and I just love you so much wyr everything you do is perfect I love how you write I love this concept I love you so so much!! <3 also I must know!! what is your favorite flower? <3

☆ chapter one - bud and sprout m.list

    snow slowly falls to the ground, leaving a light dusting across every sidewalk and mailbox. small fir trees find their way across the city, covered in large string lights and snow. your old white snow boots trudge across the street, two bouquets in each respective arm. one of them features poinsettias for the season, the other being a usual bouquet of roses and baby's breath. 

  while you'd never find yourself forcing a customer into another bouquet, you can't help but yearn for the daffodils and the snowdrops to have their moments. and the smell of jasmine flowers has always been what you've preferred over roses. especially as you carry them down the sidewalk, the sweet smell contaminating your nose and carrying through the wind as you enter the first shop. 

  stepping into your local antique shop, the first thing you smell is a candle that smells like it's been burning for eternity. mixed with the smell of books and a light layer of dust, you know you're at home. "hello... i have your poinsettia order, from calla lily," you look around, wondering where the owner could be today.

  "y/n! thank you for bringing it around, i'm in the process of unloading some books so if you could drop that off at the counter i would be indebted to you," she looks up from behind a few cabinets, a smile propping up on her face.

  setting it down beside the register, you look back at her, giving a soft goodbye. opening the front door, you step back into the cold, the snow falling back down onto you. looking down at your phone to check the time, you take a step forward, feeling something hard hit into your side and cheek. recoiling back, you expect something hard to hit into the back of your head, but all you feel is a soft hand grabbing at yours.

  looking up at the individual, his soft silhouette illuminates from the sun streaming through the clouds, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. the stranger's hair spikes upwards, a concerned frown on his lips quickly morphing into a smile. “i’m so sorry, i’m so late for this meeting my boss is going to kill me,” he quickly pulls you up, accidentally bringing you far too close to his face.

  you stand there for a moment, staring into his eyes. swallowing the saliva in your throat, you shake your head, “it’s okay…”

  “and i destroyed your bouquet, i am so sorry,” the stranger grabs at his briefcase’s handle and stuffs it under his arm, picking up the squished bouquet from below the briefcase’s leathery texture.

  handing off the paper wrapped roses to you, he lifts his wrist up into view. pulling back his suit jacket just slightly, his eyes widen as pure shock overrides him. “how much is the bouquet? i’ll repay you,” the stranger starts to pull out his wallet, not even letting you reply as he starts sorting out a fifty or two.

  “i made this bouquet, i’ll just make a new one for my customer. you really don’t-” he doesn’t even give you a second to finish talking before he’s stuffing a twenty and a fifty into your hand.

  his hands are still so soft against yours, hands cupping around yours. “i’m so sorry again, i can not be even more late to this meeting,” the mysterious, and oddly endearing businessman grabs the briefcase out from under his arm, already hurrying down the sidewalk.

  laughing to yourself, you yell out to him, “if you ever have a bouquet you need, get it it at calla lily! think of it as the best apology you can make!”

  he turns back to look at you, still running rather recklessly. giving you a wave with his free hand, the man shouts back to you in a tone that could only be described as whimsy and excitement. “i might just take you up on that offer!” quickly turning back around, he turns a corner, ignoring the snow that kicks up with every step.

  shaking your head, you look down at your bouquet, finally taking in the damage. the roses are flattened and the baby’s breath has dwindled into a few petals and leaves. grabbing out your phone, you start walking down the sidewalk, messaging the cafe’s owner with a warning that the roses will be delivered later than expected. 

  snow falls onto your phone’s screen with every message, your hand swiping off the droplets of water every few seconds. looking up from your phone, you press the crosswalk button. the soft hue of the traffic lights shine through the falling snow. bright enough that anyone can see it, but just low enough that it isn’t blinding for anyone traveling through. 

  as the light changes, you walk through, thinking back to the mysterious man that you ran into. the way the light surrounded him making him look like he was some winter angel saving you from a worse fate. even the way his smile widened as soon as he realized you were okay made your stomach flutter with the feeling of butterflies. just something about him made him so memorable.

  and you can already picture yourself running into him again. maybe it would be at the cafe or you’d find yourself next to him on the sidewalk again. you know you could sit there for hours on end, wondering if anything could’ve come from your meeting, if it weren’t for yachi ending your fantasies with a wave.

  “i’m gonna go deliver these bouquets to some of the residential areas, can you stay here until i get back?” she calls out from the front door of your shop, leaning out with her jacket sprawled out over her shoulders, a sloppy scarf thrown over her shoulders. 

  giving her a thumbs up, you walk up to the shop, “yeah, i just need to deliver a bouquet for new grounds because this one was unfortunately destroyed. well, not totally unfortunately…”

  looking back at yachi, she raises an eyebrow at you. “okay you can’t just say that and not explain what the ‘not totally unfortunately’ means,” she leans up against the store’s counter.

  “well, i was looking at my phone when some guy runs into me,” you start explaining, setting down the destroyed bouquet, “and i thought i was gonna crack my skull open or something… until he caught me, like full on, caught me.”

  taking off your scarf, you hang it up on the coat rack, quickly setting your coat up with it too, “and he payed me for the bouquet, and i don’t know. he was just memorable in the best way possible. i don’t even know why.”

  “someone has a budding crush…”

  “sure, like i’ll ever see him again,” you shrug your shoulders while sitting down by the company’s computer. refreshing the page reveals a new order for a dozen tulips, ordered for an in-store pickup. 

taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy @grassbutneo @asrichin

@boosyboo9206 @anqelkoz @rriwyu @ssabvln @thesleepingrose

@chososcamgirl @lale-txt

[causenessus]

you vibes

THANK YOU WYR DON'T WORRY I SEE THIS AS A VERY SLASH POS THING I AM SO HONORED TO BE THIS DOG'S VIBES <3333333 I relate to their little sweater and the look of no-thoughts-behind-those eyes stare!! this is how I look 24/7!! i fear you may have just found a picture of me online wyr 🙂‍↕️

[cranberrv]

200 follower event !!

with love — woah! thank you so much for 200 followers. from the bottom of my heart i love each and every one of you so much, thank you so much for supporting me and my amateur writing!! i hope you have fun with this event! kisses kisses kisses ( main pinned post here ) this event will run until may 1st!

prompts —

back to tha basics ! — basic tumblr games (wyr, kmk, etc! )

ridin’ ! — send in a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with a character

never let me go ! — send in a description of yourself and a character and i’ll tell you what lana song would be your song in a relationship

playground ! — ask me absolutely anything! (pls be normal)

earthquakes ! — send in a (not anonymous) ask and i’ll take a little scroll through your blog and tell you my opinion on what lana album is your vibe

[bakery-anon]

hi bug!! for the ask game <3

3. do you leave the window open at night?

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

5. what color are your eyes?

WYR MY LOVE <33333 how are you? <3

3. Do you leave the window open at night?

Hell no. Spiders. I refuse. But also like, my room is now in the basement so :p there’s not really a window to open lol.

4. Which cryptid do you believe in?

All of them. Next question. No I love cryptids, the one I believe in the MOST is Mothman. Mothman my beloved. <33333

5. What color are your eyes?

blue !!!!

^ really old photo but here lol :3 <3

Wyr ily Wyr <333

[causenessus]

thank you for the tag wyr!! this was so fun and you look adorable <33

i've been listening to lowertown all day so this is not surprising at all 😭

tagging; anyone who wants to!! bc I'm sleepy rn </3

i saw this and wanted to join!

post your picrew + the last song you listened to

(np tags 🏷️🤎: @amiableness @mischievousmoony @msmk11 @lupinsweater @stevie-petey @kaylasficrecs @aastonishment @pretty-little-mind33 @saturnitystar) + anyone else wanting to join

[guitarstringed-scars]

🥹 10. what is your f/o's favorite thing about you?

this better be about the minion istg /J

the ask game

unfortunately it is not about the minion although we are in love.

its about my dear friend kuroo!

tbh i think his favorite thing about me would probably be my humor, even if that is hard to believe based on all the minion spam i've been doing today.

i defiently think we would end up in the situation where i would say a joke really under my breath next to him and then he would just die laughing in public and anyone else around would end up a bit confused cause wtf is he laughing about!

also thank you wyr for asking i heart you

[nectardaddy]

‘heart like a truck’ has such ‘88 ford yn vibes i can not lie

omfg you are so right!!!! wyr kiss your brain!!!!

"It's been drug through the mud / Runs on dreams and gasoline / And that ole highway holds the key"

YEAHHHHH!!!! that's SO 88 ford omggg!! I'm so glad we can bond over country music ily wyr mwah mwahhhh

[19calicos]

fic authors self rec! ♡ when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love ♡

hi wyr & @mollyrolls !! you both sent me this so i’ll answer u both here :-) thank you for the ask btw !!!

so technically i dont have 5 fics out LFMAOO so i’ll plug everything i’ve published so far + my favorite ikwtl chapters!

when the sun sets, it rises again (osamu oneshot)

this is the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever published ….. i wrote this when i was barely starting to come out of a really bad headspace, and it ended up kind of helping me out of it more. i really love osamu and i’ve been wanting to write more for him but im glad i put him in this one :-) and i think that all of the things i’ve written, i genuinely don’t care how many notes this one gets LOL idk how to describe it but it’s just so close to my heart

street style (oikawa smau)

HELP im gonna have so much fun writing this ITS SO EASY TO BE FUNNY FOR THIS FIC 😭😭 oikawa fuckass bermuda shorts pic u do Not know how iconic u are to me !!!!! i think i’ll also post a style guide for this one since fashion is a part of it !

tea for two (kiyoko smau)

a fic that im very very excited to write ‼️ plus kiyoko deserves more love and the more i plan for this/look at my notes the more im like Wait….. Theres literally no way i actually considered a man for this fic 😭😭 im very excited to do my best in characterizing kiyoko and the support this fic has alr garnered just from the masterlist blows me away <33 i really love the image of crescent teahouse that im creating and how it and yn march to their own beat :-)

i know where to look (kuroo smau)

definitely my pride and joy and very self indulgent 🙂‍↕️ im proud of how far i went with it and i will be finishing it soon one way or another! it still blows my mind that this was my first fic and it kind of blew up very soon after i started publishing chapters. i appreciate all the love it’s received and i think about some of the tags in the reblogs very often, esp when all i want to do is abandon this blog 😭😭

ikwtl chapter 6: clocked and chapter 12: who wont slime

6 & 12 are the funniest chapters i’ve written out of the entire series 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i rmbr reading peoples’ reactions and laughing my ass off when i was writing the tweets 😭 like bokuto choking bc he was too drunk to remember to chew & noya selling slime to akaashi i rlly make myself laugh ! i am very glad my very dumb humor has also made other ppl laugh too !!