#I LOOOOOOVE YOU! 💗💗💗💗💗

[crowleyanthonys]

✨Happy (belated) birthday, Annie @goodsomensdaily! ✨

Crowley + 💙

[samiferboy]

need them to sit too close and switch between staring at each others eyes and mouths and they're trying to talk normally but they can't because their hands legs shoulders mouths are so close to touching and it's too hot and too cold and there's a ticking clock on when the tension will finally snap but they're dragging it out bc half the fun is in making themselves and each other wait and then their hands touch and their noses touch and they want each other so badly bc nothing feels more Right than this and then they kiss and the world freezes around them and they are their world and nothing else matters

[dfortrafalgar]

Hiii! I'm so happy you are taking requests! I love the way you write, everything feels so real! I'm loving ILY and it's a bittersweet feeling now that it is ending (I'm the anon that commented early on saying that it was so relatable because I also had a miscarriage at 6 weeks). Thank you for that fic 🥰🤗

Now, my requests, if you choose to take it! I would love a jealous/protective Law X fem reader. I was thinking, no established relationship but some flirting going on, perhaps. Could be SFW or NSFW, it's up to you! I would just really loooooove some protective Law! I'm also obsessed with his hands so you can do whatever with that 😂

Did I mention that I love your writting? I did? I'll do it again. Thank you for sharing your gift! ❤️

I'm in annon but you can call me R.J. 😋😎

AAA HELLO R.J im so happy to hear from you again!!!!! no lie ive been thinking about you every day, your first message during my story was so amazingly sweet and touching and i havent been able to stop thinking about it, im so happy that you loved the end of the fic and to hear that you're doing well!!! <333

i ended up projecting a bit in this fic... and it ended up being a bit more Protective Law rather than Jealous Law, but i hope you like it all the same! i also juggled on nsfw, but decided that sfw worked better for this specific plot, so i hope that's alright!!!

thank you so much for requesting!!!! 💗❤️💓💕

Decontaminate the Heart

Law x Fem Reader

Your feelings toward Law had gone from a reasonable level of respect to a deep infatuation that you were readily keeping hidden. An unfortunate encounter with a predatory shopkeep might be what unravels your feelings... and the feelings of your captain.

Warnings: some descriptions of gross behavior from a stranger, light fluff, pre-relationship vibes, protective law but also struggling-to-accept-his-feelings awkward law

Law wasn’t fond of the word ‘jealous.’  After all, he was a seasoned veteran in the long game of Keeping All Human Emotions Bottled Up Inside So That You Don’t Show Weakness To Those Who Might Be Out To Hurt You.  He had become a pro at it, too.  After all, putting a word to an undefined emotion only validated that feeling, which was exactly the opposite of what Law needed.  Mouth constantly downturned in a pensive frown, steely, cold eyes shutting down all encounters with those he deemed unfamiliar or even the slightest bit threatening, holding even his closest friends at arm’s length on good days.  If he wasn’t the strong-willed, feared captain of the Heart Pirates, a man with a three billion beri bounty on his head, then who was he?

The answer is: a loser.  He was a loser.  Especially after he brought you on board his crew as a boatswain.  That day, he unwillingly began the downward spiral that would transform into his emotional demise.  A psychic catastrophe.  An inner turmoil of the highest degree.

Ikkaku called it infatuation.  Bepo called it love.  The rest of his raunchy, stifled male crew called it being horny.

Whatever it was, it had Law in a steel trap, never letting go.

And on a particularly warm, sunny day, docked cliffside on an island with idyllic spring weather, his steel trap was donned in a flowy sundress that complimented her entire outward appearance in a way he didn’t think was humanly possible.  When she first greeted Law before they departed the Polar Tang, she had bent down slightly, holding her hands together in front of her and pushing her biceps together just enough that her cleavage was on center stage for just a brief moment.  She had giggled at the way Law’s face flushed with a crimson hue.  Unprovoked… but not necessarily unappreciated.

Days for leisure were hard to come by as a pirate, so the crew was sure to take full advantage of the opportunities that crossed your path.  The pirates were given the freedom to roam to their heart’s content, so long as they didn’t cause trouble.  “Stress-free activities are crucial to maintaining good cardiac health,” Law would say.  But everyone knew he enjoyed some sparring days off just as much as any average bloke.

Especially when those days off were spent in your company.

“Thank you for coming with me, Captain!” you quipped, your voice cheerful as you walked beside him, a small paper bag clutched in your hand, containing a small product you had just purchased from one of the local shops.  The entire crew had shed their usual boiler suits for the day in exchange for more casual attire, you taking the opportunity to don the sundress that you had purchased a few months ago with Ikkaku.  “I’m always happy when you take days off to get out of that stuffy office of your’s.”

Law fought tooth and nail to keep the pleased smirk that twitched his lips from showing on his face.  He already needed to duel with his wandering eyes which kept itching to gaze at the way your breasts fit into the bodice of your light, flowy gown.  “Of course, it’s nice to get out sometimes.”  ‘With you,’ he added in his head before quickly balling up the thought into a crumpled mess and chucking it into a garbage pail.  The worst part about all of this, unrelated to walking side-by-side with you (which was the complete opposite of a bad thing), was the fact that he was pressured to leave Kikoku behind on the Polar Tang.  He felt naked without his sword perched on his right shoulder.

Your eyes were eagerly glancing between the storefronts that surrounded you on both sides, happy townspeople window shopping with their families and loved ones, partaking in the outdoor food markets, and spending quality time in the sun.  The domestic bliss of days like this always made your soul feel lighter, your footsteps almost floating off the ground.  A few couples passed by, their hands intertwined and souls combining with bliss, a sight that made Law’s own fingers twitch with the deep-seeded need to grasp your hand.  Every once in a while, your own fingers would tingle with the desire to reach out for him as well.

He wouldn’t hold your hand because of affection, Law told himself.  It was just to make sure other people knew you were off limits.

Was that because of affection?  Was he even entitled to such a thought?  

He stifled a frustrated groan.  “Are you looking for something?” he asked curiously, picking up on the way your gleaming eyes darted to and fro.

“There was a shop I read about in the latest paper that I could have sworn was on this island…” you muttered, bringing your free hand up to nervously stroke the skin of your cheek.  After a few more moments, your face lit up as your eyes landed on a shop tucked away between two larger markets, almost completely hidden from public view.  “Found it!”

Law’s heart almost leapt out of his throat when you subconsciously snatched his hand, yanking him out of the flow of people on the street and towards the storefront.  His stern golden eyes flashed up towards the sign above the front door.

‘WILD BILL’S PAWN SHOP’

“You read about this somewhere?” he asked, his voice revealing a level of skepticism as you stopped in front of the front door.  A dingy, beat-up ‘OPEN’ sign carved into a plank of birch wood and hanging from a rusty chain was flipped outward toward the street, beckoning townsfolk inside to peruse whatever wares were contained within the unassuming wooden shack.

You excitedly nodded.  “Yup, I was looking for places that might sell rare coins.”

Law’s breath caught in his throat.  “But you don’t collect coins.”

“I was looking for you!” you called out, flashing him a smile that could have easily put him in an early grave.  So much for being conscious of his heart health.  With the way his organ was hammering behind his sternum, he had half a mind to be worried about spontaneous cardiac arrest.

Instead of responding, all he could muster was a quiet, pensive, “Hmm.”

You finally released his hand (his palm felt so cold now), and pushed open the thin wooden door to enter the shop.  An obnoxious, ear-piercing bell chimed above the hinges, alerting any other shoppers or employees of your entrance.  Law always hated gimmicks like that, they were a pirate’s worst nightmare.  Instantly, the smell of centuries old dust and mildew flooded Law’s nose, making him suppress a sneeze into the collar of his shirt.  He was about to make a snide remark about being susceptible to allergens, but kept his lips sealed when an amused giggle emitted from your lips at the way his face contorted with mild disgust.

He blindly followed you to the back of the store, past dusty shelves containing books from all walks of life, old technology that Law had never even seen before, and antiques from across the globe.  Your expression remained one of wonder as you passed by each new item, gazing fondly at some of the more sentimental goods- boxes of old postcards, old newspapers from decades prior, wanted posters for pirates long deceased.  For such a ratty-looking establishment, the variety of wares this ‘Wild Bill’ had on hand was quite impressive.  In the very back of the store, a long glass case spanning almost the entire length of the wall was situated, separating a back room from the rest of the establishment.  There was a small space to walk around behind the case in between the wall, where small sliding doors were built in to allow someone to remove the wares kept safe inside.

Law’s eyes finally lit up in wonder.

A plethora of fine metalwork was kept in the special enclosure, jewelry with the finest minerals and perfectly sculpted details in precious velvet boxes, metal treasures surely passed down through generations of wealth, and in the nearest corner, an assortment of collectable, commemorative coins from across the world.  You smiled to yourself as Law drifted toward the coins, crouching down on his calves to more closely inspect what the shop had to offer.

He was so adorable.

“Can I help you folks with anything?” a voice from behind you asked, startling you from your affectionate daze.

A larger, older man emerged from behind one of the tall bookshelves, his hands in his pockets.  He was dressed surprisingly gaudy, a bright purple overcoat that traveled past his rump covering a sky-blue button-up shirt and a polka dot bowtie.  His belly was quite large, a curled handlebar mustache perched atop his upper lip.  He looked wildly out of place in such a modest, dusty shop.  Must be Wild Bill.

You flashed a cordial smile.  “Just looking around!”

The sound of your talking alerted Law, who stayed crouched in front of the coin collection but tossed accusatory glares over his shoulder, assessing the man’s interactions with you under an analytical gaze.  Out of instinct, as a pirate.  As a captain.  Nothing more… probably.

“Well, let me know if you need help finding anything!” the man hollered, his receding hairline making the dim light of the nearby lamps reflect off his oily skin.  He stepped behind the glass containers with a small huff and disappeared into the back room, a curtain swooping closed behind him.

With the outrageous stranger gone, Law resumed looking over the fine details of each coin housed within their own individual boxes, while you approached the other end of the glass case and examined the jewelry.

Your eyes darted excitedly between pieces.  Delicate rings with rare gemstones sat perfectly in their boxes, some dated as old as centuries ago.  A bracelet that was assembled with the finest minerals, gleaming brightly through the dim atmosphere of the shop.  As your eyes continued to dart from one object to the next, you finally found yourself entranced by one thing in particular.  It was a necklace, more of a choker than a longer-hanging piece, with a small purple amethyst mounted elegantly in the center of a silver pendant.  The complimentary silver chain seemed to be fairly heavy duty just as it was delicate enough to still be an elegant accessory.  You felt a smile pull at your lips.  You doubted you had enough beri to afford it, but you’d be damned if you couldn’t at least try it on.

Wild Bill once again appeared from behind the curtain after a few moments, placing a few items on top of the counter to be placed inside the glass enclosure.  Law watched as the old man’s gaze turned to you as you bent over, tucking your dress behind your knees to crouch down and get a closer look at the amethyst necklace.

“Anything caught your eye, missy?” Bill asked, his voice far too loud for such a small shop as he leaned over the top of the counter and gazed through the transparent surface at the pieces you were admiring.  A seemingly friendly smile adorned his pudgy face.

You enthusiastically nodded.  “Yes, actually, can I try on this necklace?”  Your finger pointed through the protective barrier toward your interest.  “The one with the small amethyst pendant.”

Law kept watching your interaction out of the corner of his eye.

“Of course, of course!” boomed Bill, bending over and sliding the door of the case open to remove the necklace, holding it by the chain in his large, burly hand.  

Without being asked, he stepped out from behind the counter and approached you from behind, unclasping the chain and looping it around your neck.  Law watched, his leg muscles tensing as you visibly stiffened at the proximity of the man as he clasped the chain together around your neck.  He pulled over a small standing mirror to have you admire the piece that sat elegantly between your collarbones.  Your fingers ghosted over the gemstone embedded in the fine silver, a small smile ghosting over your lips.

“It looks absolutely beautiful,” you whispered.

Bill stepped closer, almost pinning you from behind against the counter.  His large hands rested against the glass case, caging you in.  “It does… fitting for a beautiful woman such as yourself.”

The air went ice cold as Law watched the man’s hand wander upward, trailing across your forearm and up toward your bicep, across your shoulder and to your neck.  Your face had quickly contorted into an expression of terror, having been caged against the counter all of a sudden against your will, being caressed by this stranger.  Law felt frozen.  His brain was screaming at him to move, to do something, to get you out of this shop as soon as possible.  But he couldn’t move.  Why couldn’t he move?

“I’m sorry, I think I’m going to pass, actually,” you uttered, trying to push yourself away from him.  Your voice had quickly grown shaky, apprehensive.

“No, no, it really does suit you!” Bill murmured, his head angling downward, predatory eyes gazing over the soft skin of your neck.  The way he kept you pinned against the counter prevented you from moving away from him.  His belly was almost pushed flush against your back, making your hands tremble in fear.

“ROOM.”

A flash of blue light engulfed the surrounding area.  You immediately breathed a sigh of mild relief.  A static sensation permeated the space around you, making goosebumps rise across your skin and the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.  Just as soon as the bubble surrounded you, the predatory man was replaced with your captain standing protectively behind you, his lean hand on your shoulder to keep you steady.

Now he’d done it.

“You’re…” Bill stammered, his own hands shaking with realization.  “I’ve seen that ability, you’re… you’re…!”

Law didn’t give him time to fully realize who’s identity he was dealing with before his hand was in yours, forcefully dragging you out of the shop, harshly pushing between narrow shelves of delicate antiques until the two of you burst back out into the sunlight.  Law didn’t let up his pace, your feet barely keeping you steady as you ran.  Onlookers stepped back, shocked gasps and wide eyes following the two of you in your mad scramble back to the cliff where the submarine was kept concealed.  He just needed to get you some place secure.  Somewhere where you could wash away the phantom grime of the hands that had just touched you.

What a bad day to leave his sword behind.

The two of you had just barely made it past the outskirts of the port town when you tripped, slamming into Law’s backside and falling to your knees with a pained grunt.  The shoes you were wearing definitely weren’t built for mad sprints through a town.

“Shit…” Law grumbled, crouching down in front of you.  “Are you alright?”

Your hands were still shaking, anxiously palming the dirt and grass beneath your fingers as your lungs heaved, desperate to catch up on the oxygen you lost in your frantic sprint.  Small tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes, but you were quick to blink them away.  Your heart was pounding madly in your chest, your brain a fuzzy mess of scrambled, panicked thoughts that couldn’t make sense in any order.  Law was so close to you, so close you could almost smell the mild soap he used in the shower.  Something woody.  Mellow.  So very him.  You wanted to hug him.  The stress of the sudden incident was rapidly catching up to you.

Instead, the only thing you managed to do was blurt out an awkward, weary, “Thank you.”

Law wordlessly helped you to your feet, walking you back to the Polar Tang.  His mouth was drawn in that pensive line once more.

—

It took a few hours for you to register the fact that you had sprinted out of the pawn shop with the necklace still clasped around your neck.  When you took it off, you held it gently in your hands, gazing at the way the brilliant purple gem was nestled perfectly in the metal sculpted around it.  But the fingerprints around the chain from the predatory man who groped you left a phantom burning pain on your skin.  You still loved the piece, you truly did, and you wished you could wear it, but you felt violated.  There was no denying it.

You needed to scrub it clean.  You needed to scrub your own body clean, it seemed.

Law was in the medical bay when you carefully knocked on the door, hoping that no one was in there with him.  The tired sounding, ‘Come in,’ granted you permission to gently push the heavy hatch door open, stepping into the dim lighting and closing the entrance behind you.

Your captain was in the midst of re-organizing the entire medicine cabinet, floor to ceiling.  He did it when he was stressed.

“Yeah?” was all he asked when you entered, barely looking away from his obsessive work while you stood awkwardly in the doorway, holding your necklace in your cupped hands like it was a suspicious specimen to be brought to a lab.

“I know this is a weird request, but can you disinfect this?” you asked.

You held up the necklace by the very end of the chain, dangling it in the air away from you.  Law finally turned his attention toward you, an eyebrow raised.

“Why?”  He sounded genuinely oblivious to why you would ask for such a favor.

You rocked back and forth on your heels.  “It still feels like it has the fingerprints of that guy.  From the shop,” you clarified.  When you said it out loud, you grimaced at how childish you sounded, but at the same time, you felt your concerns, your insecurities over what had transpired, were justified.

You were violated.  Case closed.

It seemed Law picked up on that as well.  As much as he struggled to put himself in other peoples’ shoes, he could see the anxious look in your eyes that told him everything he needed to know- you wanted to wash away all traces of the man who burst your personal bubble in one of the worst ways imaginable.

Law felt a searing jealousy in his chest, the sudden reminder of the way your face contorted in utter horror as you were touched.

Your captain wordlessly stepped forward and gently took the chain from your fingers.  You watched him silently as he stepped back toward the counter, rummaging through the supplies he had laid out mid-organizing before procuring an opaque bottle of rubbing alcohol and filling a small container about halfway with the solution before submerging your necklace inside.  He capped the bottle and placed it back where he found it, amongst his other disinfectant chemicals.

“We’ll let that sit for a few minutes,” he suggested.  “In the meantime, I have these wet napkins you can use to clean your neck, if you want.”

He took the words right out of your head, as if he could read your mind.  You gratefully accepted the small container of alcohol wipes, starting with your neck and rubbing the cold solution down your collarbones, chest, and arms.  You didn’t care if it would dry out your skin later, the feeling of wiping away that man’s fingerprints in some capacity was more freeing than anything else in the world.

Law simply watched, glancing away from you every once in a while when you turned at an angle that would let you see him staring wanton daggers in your direction.  He shouldn’t be watching you scrub yourself down while fully clothed, if anything that could also be a violation of your unspoken privacy.

After what felt like hours, you finally disposed of the wipes in the nearby waste receptacle while Law fished out your necklace with a gloved hand, placing it on a dry cloth and carefully removing all the liquid from the surface of the metal.

He started speaking without thinking.  “Silver and amethyst are sturdy materials that can be placed in rubbing alcohol for disinfecting,” he stated.  “If this was some other weaker gem, like an emerald, it wouldn’t be so easy.”

You grinned, stepping closer as he polished the chain.  His hand that wasn’t gloved carefully moved along the cloth, outlining the shape of the necklace folded under it in precise, delicate motions.

Goodness, you loved his hands.

“So you’re as good with rocks and minerals as you are with health science?” you asked, a small, playful smirk on your lips.

Law’s own mouth twitched upward.  “I suppose so.”  He gently unfolded the cloth and removed the necklace.  “There, all clean.”

You grinned appreciatively, turning around and brushing away any obstacles in the way of your neck.

He stared at you from behind your back.  “... What are you doing?” he asked dumbly.

You tossed a glance over your shoulder.  “Waiting for you to put it on.”

Law chewed on the inside of his cheek.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you confirmed.  “I trust you.”

What you didn’t say was just how much you trusted him.  You would willingly lay down your life for your captain, the love for him, both as a person and as a pirate, greatly surpassing that of a captain and his subordinate.  Sometimes, well, most of the time, you desperately hoped that he felt the same way.

After understanding your request, Law stepped toward you slightly, one hand still gloved as he looped the necklace around the front of your neck, bringing both ends of the chain around the back to clasp at the base of your spine.  His deft, inked fingers left scorching hot trails in their wake, your skin craving his touch.  The complete opposite of your counter in the pawn shop.

Once secured, you turned around to face him, a pleased smile on your face as your fingers once again ghosted over the delicate, purple mineral embedded into the pendant.  “How does it look?”

Law prayed that the blush on his cheeks wasn’t noticeable through the dim lighting on the medical bay.  He would put necklaces on your soft skin every day if you’d let him.

Oh, how he wished you’d let him.

“It looks great…” he mumbled, his voice soft and apprehensive.  “It suits you.”

His voice, the anxious tilt of his eyebrows, spoke volumes to you as your smile grew wider.  “Hey, Law?”

He turned his attention back to you, his lips pressed firmly together.

“Thank you for protecting me back there,” you sighed.  Your voice had gone quiet, but the look on your face was indebted.

“Of course,” he whispered back.  His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, his brain clearly struggling to say the words he so desperately wanted to say.

The sight had you suppressing a giggle as you stepped forward, fighting back your reservations as you wrapped your arms around his torso in a hug, dropping your head into the crook of his shoulder and inhaling that scent that was oh-so familiar to you.  Disinfectant and oil, so clearly from living life on the Polar Tang, but also so distinctly him.

You loved it.

You were starting to come to the conclusion that you really loved him.

And with the way Law’s arms slowly wrapped around your own body, the hands you loved so much resting between your shoulder blades and the lowest point of your back, you started to wonder if he secretly, deep down in that weary heart of his, felt the same way about you.

[laurfilijames]

I loooooove your writing & you helped me get into my believed Will Miller😍😍😍 May I pls ask who you would suggest re: fellow Will Miller writers on here? Any Recs you could pls share —- I can’t get enough of him lol

Hiya!!! 💗

This is such a lovely message to receive and it makes me so happy that my writing got you more into loving Will! What's not to love, am I right??

Sadly, I don't dedicate a lot of my time to reading, but I do know of a few lovely people who also write for our incredible Ironhead! 💗

Anyone is welcome to make a rec off of this and if I haven't mentioned you it's because my brain is mushy today 🫠

@hotdamnhunnam @rayslittlekitten @musings-of-a-rose @lovebarefootblonde @navybrat817 @itspdameronthings

Thank you for sending this ask, anon and please if you check out any of their stories, be sure to leave a comment and a reblog or even drop an ask in their inbox!

Happy reading!

[hedwig221b]

A mafia au with dark Derek sounds amazing. I absolutely enjoy the way you write Derek's character in your fics, and mixed with him being in the mafia or the mafia boss is just 😍😍😍😍😍😍. I can simply imagine how possessive and protective he would be with mail ordered Stiles.

Thank uuuu 💗💖💜

Yeah, every fic is a love letter to Derek Hale like I love him so much. A true wolf, a true alpha 🥵

I love Mafia au, and there are so many great ones already written bc stereks loooooove Mafia lol. I'm still undecided whether it's gonna be Mafia or just have major vibes, but thank you nonetheless 💜

And, oh, he'd go nuts over Stiles that's for sure

[yurisolde]

for yaoimas here in the USA id like to tell you that your favourite yaoi couple would want you to vote. idgaf who they are i know in my heart and soul they would loooooove for you to vote on november 5th 💖💗💖💗

[teaspoonofdread]

I looooooved your hundred dollar baby fic… it was incredible

And I looooooove you

Thank! you! so! much! anon!

You're the sweetest 💗

[rosebarry16]

RRRRROOOOOSSSSEEEEEEEE

I have no reason to send an ask except to tell you I LOVE YOUUU 💕💕💝💝

HIII I LOOOOOOVE YOOU TOOOO!!!! 💖💕💓💗💓💗💖💞💓💘💓💘💓💞💖💞💓💞💓💘💖💘💖💞💓💞💓💖💘💖💝💕💞💓💝💗💖💓💝💓💘💓💗💕💝💝💖💓💞💓💗💓💞💖💘💖💝💓💞💓💕💝💖💝💓💞💓💞💓💞💕💘

[hiraethwrote]

HEA BABY!! FIRST OF ALL HOW ARE YOU?? Hope you’re doing well!

I’ve finally caved and decided to watch haikyuu(again..) I can finally understand your love for Tobio now, IM OBSESSED WITH HIM(and Kenma but that’s my own guilty pleasure)

TIMESKIP TOBIO 💗💗💗

My gut is telling me he’d definitely be a girl dad, TWINS specifically. Just imagining spending a day out with the girls, walking through the park hand in hand. (I’m sick in the head, save me)

And he’s SOOOOO protective of them as well. I’m not sure if schools still do this but those little Valentine’s Day parties— where everyone brings little goody bags to hand out to the rest of the class. I can just imagine your two little girls coming home and happily chatting about what gifts they got. Tobio accidentally overhears them talking about the gift this one boy gave to them and he absolutely loses it! you’d have to remind him that the whole class probably got them 😭

AGHHH LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME !!!

HWIDLWLA CHER YES THANK YOU FOR SHARING — TOBIO NATION IS JUST GETTING STRONGER

my bad habit is headcanoning all my faves as girl dads 🙂‍↕️ idk it’s just such a green flag in my eyes, not to mention hella attractive!! and tobio would loooooove his twin girls, they would have him wrapped around their finger. the only ones who can put him in his place yk

this is driving me feral CHER I CANT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ITS UNBEARABLE

gosh i am so excited for what you write for us!! i can tell you right now imma eat. it. UP.

[oopsarboreal]

Daily reminder that you are a wonderful human and you deserve the world ❤️

I giggle and kick my feet and shit myself every time we text

You are a genuinely amazing and loved person and so is Jay

Best fucking gc ever because HOLY SHIT that turned my social life upside down in the best way possible

Family members ask why I’m always giggling at my phone and then get confused as fuck when i say “oh there’s this Russian and American yapping to me about Gore (Gears Lore)🥰”

ANYWAYS I just felt like giving one of my closest friends a little letter of appreciation. Cuz it’s 2am and I’m going to bed and shit. But I want to make a good impact on YOUR day before I go 😎

Loooooove you bitch (no romo)

You are loved bro I mean it ❤️

Anyways kys 🤔 perchance 🧐 hmm 🤔

I’m gonna cry????

I needed that 😭

Our gc means so much to me too, you two have made such a positive impact on my life!! I think I’m so lucky to have stumbled upon such amazing people online, you keep me grounded honestly.

Love EXPLOSION

🧡🤎🩷🩵❤️‍🔥❤️💞💚💓💗💞🧡💞💕🩷

i fink about it 🤔

[seiwas]

SELLLLLL IS TODAY YOUR BDAY?????? 🥺🥺 hope i’m not saying this too late but eeeee happy bday my love <33333 i’m a broken record at this point LMAO but truly i am so grateful to have met you and i know everyone else who follows you feels the same way :’) you are a ray of sunshine and a beautiful flourishing plant and the smell of freshly baked bread + laundry detergent + spring in a bottle……… domestic bliss is sel . to me. you’re just such a sweet soul and i LOVE you soso bad <3 i hope you get the chance to fully relax with your loved ones, and that they celebrate you properly (both them and your beloved blorbo husbands <3)!!! bc u deserve it!!!!!!! ofc i will be sending you a lifetime supply of matcha 🍵… can’t look at anything matcha related without thinking of you that’s how deep our friendship runs . MWAH ily :333c

ARIIII MY BELOVEEEDD yes today is my birthday 🥹 no you are not too late!!! thank you very muchies!!! 🥺

(it’s ok i am a broken record with you too 😭) but i will sawb what the heck!!!! these are the nicest words!!! thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i’m grateful to have met you, with all the light you exude!! to compare me to the smell of freshly baked bread is a high form of compliment bc bread is one of my favourite things ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i also love the smell of laundry detergent… and i love spring 😭)

i love you the mostest my dear ari!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 you’ve penned me the sweetest message, i am sending back a package full of my loooooove!!! i will think of you while sipping my matcha 🥺💗

[musette22]

Minnie darling 💖 This has probably all been discussed but I am only now catching up on (the millions of) Seb's interviews and absolutely dying at the dork he is!!! The Happy Sad Confused interview is fantastic, besides the "text Chris" what absolutely cracked me up was him saying he emailed this director who was talking about a Dracula movie "meee it's my country!!" 😂😂😂

Remì, sweetheart!! It's so nice to hear from you 🥰💕 I love that you're catching up with all the Seb stuff, there has been SO MUCH of it recently and it's all been great!

The Happy Sad Confused one was particularly lovely, you're right 💗 He's so comfortable with Josh! I loooooove the fact that he's still so down to play Dracula and I personally think SOMEONE SHOULD LET HIM DO IT ALREADY 🧛🏻‍♂️ The way he said it was so funny, but at the end of the day he's right, it is his country and I think he's proved by now that he'd be amazing as a bloodthirsty but handsome and charismatic character, so !!! Let him play the damn vampire already 😂

Hope you're doing well, lovely! Sending hugs and Chrismas cheer your way! 🎄✨️❤️

[satoruxx]

HIIIII. happy belated birthday💗💗, hope u had a wonderful day<3. just wanted to say that I loooooove your writing like omg the way u write Toji is so great to read and don’t even get me started on sashisu ^_−☆. can’t wait for the new chapter. don’t rush yourself, drink water and take your time. I love you!!!!!!!!!

HI BBY !!! thank you so much for the wishes hehe i had a great day :33 omg stop this makes me sooooo giddy i'm very happy you're enjoying toji i love writing him !! and and and another sahishu fan???? join the cult lovely <33 if sashisu has no fans i'm dead !! i love writing for them it's so much fun (and very very self-indulgent lmaoooo)

new chapter of wolf!toji is in the works !! thank you for your patience lovely i'll do my best to get it out asap :33 ilyyy <33333

[redwinewhiteroses]

Hi! I would love to join your game if possible ♥️🫶 I am Shu ♏️ and one personality trait that I truly admire is being compassionate/caring hehe I loveeee a cutie pie who is genuinely kind and loving 😩✨

I will be including the mood board that I made from what I got intuitively for you! Hope you like it and I hope it resonates 💕

Thank you for the moodboard😊✨️ I definitely love the vibes and my favorite flower is tulip🌷you got that right. I loooooove tulips😭💗

So for your reading, your fs is a winner. Someone who has achieved a lot in life, maybe a significant achievement. They are big on sharing that with their loved ones. The more they have, the more they will give away freely is what I see. They are confident, charming and very generous. They will have gift giving as a love language. I think they are kind and helpful and respect people from all walks of life. They find happiness from sharing their wealth, skills, gifts and talents with others. They are likely recognized and respected in their community for being philanthropic and being a volunteer. I think they are successful but also very humble.

So for your relationship dynamic is one that is very good for your mind. I think you both will inspire each other to rise up from whatever challenges you face. So if you ever feel like a failure, drained and tired, your fs will just inspire and encourage you to have a new beginning. I think you both will support each other to pursue new beginnings in life. Quality time and words of affirmation can be love languages too.

So your feelings for this person is very romantic. You'll love everything about them and pursue them heart eyes😍 You feel charmed by them. They will literally sweep you off your feet. You'd want to create a family with them and you'd always be on the lookout to create more stability in your relationship. You'll be comitted to growing with them.

Your fs can be an overthinker and sometimes they can be sad and regretful about that. I think they will be very worried and concerned about you like a nervous parent. You'll always be on their mind even when they go to sleep at night, and they'll want to give more to you and for some reason if they can't do that, they'll worry about it too much🥹🥲

For the moodboard, I felt like going with a cool tone and blue 🩵

[acacia-may]

ACACIA! LONG TIME NO SEE SO I HAVE TO SEND YOU LOOOOOOVE! 💖💕💗♥️

Awwwwww thank you so much, Erika! 🥰 It's so good to hear from you. Sending lots of love right back to you, dear! 💖🩷💗💓💕

[god-mouths]

Matsc dashboard simulator

🐛 mars-needs-rats Follow it’s always a huge treat when the Metatron visits hell. He enters my shop and just sort of meanders around nervously before taking something off the shelf and carrying it over to my counter like if he makes one wrong move the weird cat plushie he picked out will shatter and break. And then he tries to pay for it in coins and I have to be like No Sir This is Hell We Barter Here This Is The Fifth Time I’ve Had To Say This To You 🔁mars-needs-rats Follow

forgot how much angels in heaven are afraid of him. He’s really just some dude I promise. He’s the most just some guy in the universe, swear to ancients. Do you guys ever question the lies told to you by your government or 🔁mars-needs-rats Follow

Well we don’t treat him like a freak for one but the answer to this question is the same that it always is which is: COMMON HEAVEN L (18,782 notes)

👑 apateons-no1-fan Follow

I Loooooove being soooooo cute and awesome and amazing and lovely and awesome and cool

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🎇 beeautyqueen Follow

why’s there always gotta be something going on at Eros tower I just want to look at the latest magazines why the fuck is the front desk employee always doing some looney toons ass shit what are they paying him for 🐕 justa-little-guy Follow

he has a name

🎇 beeautyqueen Follow

oh yeah what is it then

🐕 justa-little-guy Follow

unsure but my friends and I call him peepee boy and he responds to that

🎇 beeautyqueen Follow

well can you tell peepee boy to stop fucking around and give me my magazine issue.

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😇 heavenleelove Follow can hell angels get over themselves please…. I’m soooo sorry that you don’t have a cool monarch and are taking it out on us

🎮lames-gaymes Follow

hi hell angel here! We never said we were superior to you you just think any ounce of individuality and freedom is a threat because of how you were raised. Also we have cool people down here too

😇 heavenleelove Follow ...ignoring the first part of that response. Yeah tell me about all your cool people -_- I’m suuuuuuuure you have plenty lmfao.

🎮lames-games Follow

we do. You just have the monarch but we have;

medical malpractice man

cunty showrunner

the Metatron, sometimes? Genuinely not really sure what’s happening there, actually.

front desk employee/errand runner to showrunner who always is kind of sick but we love him

diner owner who I’m pretty sure is spitting in my food whenever I order

LAIKA (ALSO SOMETIMES) 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💓💞💓💗💓💞💘💘💘💝💝💝

😇 heavenleelove Follow Who the fuck is laika 🎮 lames-gaymes Follow

wouldnt you like to know heaven boy

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💫 sparky-the-angel Follow

BEGGING hell angels to stop lying and saying the metatron """""visits""""" 😭😭😭😭I’m not against hell I bet you guys have tons of other cool stuff but please guys.

⭕ myadventuresof-hell Follow

💫 sparky-the-angel Follow

Huh

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📋 interned-demon Follow

I hate my job

🐯 bugpack-lou Follow

peepee boy has a tumblr?

📋 interned-demon Follow

man can you guys stop calling me that

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👻 nervous-attack-angel Follow

I think medical malpractice man is trying to raise someone from the dead because like guys what else would he use all those organs for

👻 nervous-attack-angel Follow

please dont yell :(.... this post was meant for hell angels sorry if it showed up on your feed. Um. No it’s not a joke we have a giant organ stealing man we don’t see him much he lives on the edge of town I think his name starts with an L or something

💌 fineprintssx Follow

. Op are you talking about fucking LUCIFER????

👻 nervous-attack-angel Follow

oh

👻 nervous-attack-angel Follow

yeah ( 54,812 notes )

🙂 doomed3fail Follow

I wonder what would happen if I just barged into the monarch’s palace and started doing a little dance

🔁 doomed3fail Follow

hopital (hell