#I have thoughtssssss

[the-ipre]

🌹

Charles’ hand is cool against Crystal’s temple as she rests her head against his thigh. It’s a relief, especially with the heatwave rolling through London, but something uneasy is crawling under her skin.

my aro crystal manifesto is slowly but surely being worked at :3

[immakuronaakuma]

Madoka Magica but the girls get to be real magical girls and no one is vilified for having dreams and Kyubey and Homucifer get to eat shit for screwing over their happiness…

Hahhahaha, nah jk.

Unless-🤔

[getosbf]

*consumes any piece of media* *goes to write the same old two gays in said media*

[peapod20001]

Hnfnerg my ocs...

[prettyboysmlm]

mmmmm trauma go brrrrrrrrrrrr

sa tw for the tags

[le-agent-egg]

havin some thoughtsssss about how hope’s peak could look like after class 78 graduatessss that i didn’t feel like retypinggggg

realize the thing abt leon and mondo isn’t 100% accurate but fuck off it’s 11 at night for me

[sidereus-stars]

bro those like honey mustard pretzel twist things you can get at the dollar store sound really good right now. unfortunately it is almost midnight so I could not get them even if I wanted to get up

[eelnoise]

For the lyric prompt, 'i have my sentence now, at last i know just how you felt, i dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin' with Zoro? I don’t have anything specific in mind for this one, so feel free to wing it 😅

confluence

anon your brain has sent me into a frenzy. this fic is absolutely getting another part or 2 at some point because i have some thoughtssssss!!! anyway, hope you enjoy! zoro x gn!reader c/w: fluff!! zoro is injured but what else is new :)

With the most wounded of the crew still out of commission for the time being, the reality is that, for now at least, everyone is okay. They’d come out stronger from worse many times before now, and the reprieve of that alone should be enough for any one soul to rest. 

Though as soon as your tiny frets and forceful bouts of self-reassurance had qualmed enough for you to drift, taking the gentle hand of sleep’s guide and luring you off into an almost peaceful slumber does a swift series of rough knuckles rapping at the door to the tiny room you’d been given and a rumble of your name beyond it.

Your jaw tenses, the ever familiar tone of probably the single worst person to be up and about, and with haste you don’t expect, are you opening the door and looking right up at Roronoa Zoro. “What are you doing?” you lip sluggishly, brows furrowed in a strange expression that lies between annoyance and concern. “You know you need to be resting.”

“Feel fine,” he replies, pushing past you and just… allowing himself into the room. “Just tired.”

You click your teeth, but you just huff and close the door behind him. “At least sit, Zoro.” 

He doesn’t just sit, but lays flat on the bed with a harshness you’re not sure he should be exerting, and you can’t help but to sigh and smile weakly. Zoro looks at peace, both eyes shut as he stretches out his limbs, all but covering the mattress. It’s not often he looks so relaxed

Kneeling next to him, you begin to lovingly run your fingers through his hair, and a warmth floods your chest when he emits a very pleased hum in reply. “How’d you even know which room I was in? You’ve been knocked out cold for the past week.” It isn’t an attack, nor is your tone aggressive at all. If anything, it’s soft. 

He turns his head towards you, gaze locking onto yours as he feels the sensation of your fingers through his hair. There’s something in his eyes, something that speaks volumes about how much he appreciates this moment of intimacy - despite the fact that he usually wouldn’t show such vulnerability. Because even if he wouldn’t admit it, he is anything but ‘fine’.The extent of his wounds were enough to knock a fully grown elephant out for a week, let alone a human man. But what is Zoro if not durable? “Robin,” he answers, a short reply but one that makes sense the more you think about it. 

“Fair,” you concede, leaning your head on the edge of the mattress. “But you didn’t think to ask where your room was instead?” 

“Wanted ta see ya,” Zoro says casually, as if he hadn’t been on the brink of death mere days ago.

The admission hangs in the air between you two, and there’s a hint of guilt in his voice - guilt that he might have caused trouble by simply showing up unannounced like this. But then again, he never did follow social norms too closely in the first place.

He wanted to see you? He wakes up, aching and bruised, serrated with gashes and the first thing he means to do is to see you?

You feel your face flush, and you’re sure it's enough that even the incredibly oblivious swordsman would notice if his eyes were open. 

Zoro lifts his hand and reaches out, grabbing onto yours, holding it tightly as if afraid that if he lets go, you’ll vanish before his very eyes. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Needed somethin’ real bad.”

There’s no shame or embarrassment in his voice; only raw honesty and desperation. And it’s clear that he meant every word he said - because despite how tough he pretends to be, deep down inside lies someone who craves nothing more than a little bit of affection and care.

"Anything," you reply, eyes fixated upon the man beneath the touch of your fingers. "Anything you need, Zo.”

He takes a deep breath, the grip on your hand easing. "Just... didn’t feel right waking up without ya." It's a simple explanation, but it carries so much weight behind it. Despite being surrounded by people he considers friends and family, there was something missing that only you could fill. And in that moment, as he opens his eye and gazes at you longingly, it becomes clear that Zoro sees you as something more than just another crewmate or ally - you're someone who has the power to make him feel whole once again.

You smile, and when you lean in to press a kiss to his forehead you feel yourself being pulled onto the bed alongside him. The surprise makes you gasp, though once you feel his arms around you and your back against his chest do you hum into him, enjoying the warmth he provides. "Just be careful, okay?" you murmur, snuggling into him carefully. "Don't want you to rip yourself open or anything on my bed."

Zoro chuckles softly, pulling you even closer and wrapping his arms around you tighter. "Trust me," he says with a confident smirk, "I won't rip myself apart."

His body is still recovering from the injuries he sustained while fighting, but he seems determined to push through any pain or discomfort for the sake of being close to you. And as he holds you tightly, it becomes apparent that Zoro sees this moment as a rare opportunity to showcase how much he values your presence in his life - something that goes beyond the usual camaraderie shared among pirates.

In this intimate moment, there's a depth of emotion that transcends words, leaving both of you lost in a sea of feelings and care.

It's soothing, being in his arms. You hadn't realized just how much you missed this. Your relationship with Zoro had become something soft like this, him joining you for rests, naps, and just wanting to be around you. It was something you had to get used to through his emotional misguidance, but when things had become normal you learned just how to be affectionate with him, and now it's something you cherish and love. And though it never went further and mutual sought comfort, and even if you do consider the idea at times, you’re more than happy to lie here with him like this.

Zoro's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer as he feels the warmth radiating from your body. For a moment, he forgets about everything else - the pain in his side, the lingering exhaustion, even the fact that he's currently lying on top of your bed. All that matters is being near you, feeling your heartbeat against his chest and breathing in the scent of your hair.

As he holds you, memories flash through his mind - moments spent together over the years, from teasing banter to intense battles to quiet moments of respite like these. 

Zoro smiles, and even if you can’t see it, you can feel it. It’s in his very presence around you, his joy, his comfort, his you.

"I missed you," you quietly admit into his arm, and as the words leave you his grip tightens around your waist. And, god, does it feel like home.

"Missed ya too," Zoro replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Feels good to be back with ya."

He doesn't say anything more, but the sincerity in his tone speaks volumes. Even after everything they've been through together - the fights, the arguments, the misunderstandings - Zoro still finds solace in your presence, and he cherishes each moment he gets to spend with you.

And as you lay there together, wrapped in each other's arms, it becomes clear that your relationship has evolved into something far deeper than either of you ever expected. While neither of you may have explicitly admitted your feelings for the other, there's an undeniable connection that runs through every touch and every word exchanged between you two - a leash upon your hearts that defies definition yet remains stronger than steel.

Zoro closes his eyes, letting the warmth of your body envelop him as he slips into a peaceful slumber. His mind is filled with images of you - your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch. In this moment of relaxation, all thoughts of pain and exhaustion fade away, replaced instead by a sense of contentment and satisfaction.  

For a brief instant, he feels like he's found what he's been searching for - a true sense of belonging and purpose within the chaos of the world. And even as sleep claims him, he clings tightly to the memory of your embrace, knowing that it will serve as a source of strength and motivation as he continues on his journey towards becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

You both drift off, falling deep into the exact respite that you had sought prior to his inclusion.

And it’s perfect. 

—

You wake up slowly and twist around with care, taking in the sight of Zoro's face as he sleeps beside you. His features look so calm and peaceful, and you can't help but wonder if he's having pleasant dreams. Reaching out, you brush some strands of hair away from his face, stirring him from his slumber. "Did you sleep well, Zo? Good dreams?” you query as his tired gaze meets yours.

Zoro's eye flutters open, and he smiles weakly upon seeing you sitting up. "Yeah," he replies, his voice still slightly groggy. "You were in them."

The admission catches you off guard, but you can see genuine sincerity in his expression - a reflection of the depth of feelings he harbors for you despite not expressing them outright. "Thanks for bein’ here," he adds, offering a small nod of gratitude. "Makes everythin’ seem better."

You feel your face flush, his admission not just flattering you but truly moving you. Was it due to his most recent near-death experience that makes him fawn over you so? Whatever it may be, you smile and lean down to kiss his forehead - but you're taken by surprise when you're maneuvered downward until his lips press into yours in a bit of a forceful, inexperienced kiss, but one you reciprocate in earnest.

The kiss takes you both by surprise, but as it deepens, you can feel the passion and intensity that lies beneath Zoro's inexperience. He's always been fiercely protective of you, but now it seems like he wants to claim you in a way that goes beyond mere protection - to show everyone that you belong to him and only him.

Despite your initial shock, you find yourself responding to his kiss with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer as your hearts race and your bodies heat up. This unexpected moment of heightened  intimacy feels both thrilling and terrifying, like stepping off a cliff into the unknown.

Zoro's kiss is messy, but it's full of meaning. Words he cannot say aloud are spoken though each smack of your lips and hums of joy, and as his hand finds its way to your neck to press you closer to him, you find yourself melting into his palm.

Zoro's emotions spill out through his actions - the desperate need to hold onto you, the desire to mark you as his own, the raw passion that burns within him. It's a declaration of sorts, one that speaks volumes about how deeply he feels for you even without using words.

Despite the intensity of the moment, there's also a vulnerability to it that reveals just how much Zoro craves your affection and approval. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, to know that you feel the same way about him, and as he breaks away from the kiss with a ragged breath, he looks at you with a pleading expression that seems to say, "Was that okay?”

You nod, eyes heavy lidded and lips glossed with saliva and puffy with love. And it seems as if that’s all it takes for him to continue, as at once is Zoro upon you again, this time with a little more ease. You sigh into him when his hands reach your hips, it feels so right and so good, like a long awaited tether tying you both into a knot. You want to kiss away his pain and discomfort, to hold him to you until he's healed and whole. To be his anchor and his safe haven. To just be his.

Zoro's hands grip onto your hips tightly, holding onto you like a lifeline as he pulls himself closer, seeking comfort in the warmth and safety of your embrace. He feels like he can finally let go of all the pent-up emotions and anxieties that have been weighing him down since the battle - and in that moment of release, he feels a profound sense of relief wash over him.

As he leans against you, he closes his eyes once again, savoring the feeling of being held so closely by someone who means so much to him. It's a moment of pure bliss, one that makes all the hardships and struggles worthwhile, and he knows that he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

[dust-wizard]

UPDATE I HAVE WATCHED FIONNA AND CAKE

AGFHAEHIRHAW I WANNA WATCH FIONNA AND CAKE SO BADLY BUT I CAN'T YET,,,,,,,,,

[stuckasmain]

I know it just opened today but more people need to go see haunted mansion. I have so many thoughtssssss and I also must consume others thoughts

[sttoru]

struts into the room.

so basing off of what i've read so far, reader is human in sukuna x human, yeah?

so like i kinda wanna know how sukuna would feel like, not necessarily acknowleding (im sure hes aware) but more or so just overall how he feels with the fact that he will outlive reader by a WHILE..

you dont even have to write a whole thing or anything i js wanna know what you think tbh. this also kinda ties in with the 'i'd let the world burn' song i was talking ab yk?

hiiii, yes!!! the reader is human yeah & i did think about making a fic like that :) its actually in my drafts, rotting somewhere LOL

sukuna would definitely act like he doesn’t care about the fact that he’ll outlive the reader. and at first, he actually doesn’t — but then he tolerates you more ‘n more and gets used to your ‘annoying’ presence in his life, to the point that he’d feel an indescribable emptiness if you weren’t around 🙂‍↕️

and i feel like after that, sukuna would be a bit more in denial, like ‘naw nothing will happen to her bcs i won’t let it be’ or just ‘she isn’t going to die. not on my watch’ type of thoughtssssss

[accultant]

What kind of love are you?

LOVE AS A FLAW. Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

Tagged by: @bloodtwin and @bonegrieve

Tagging: @tamedstray + You there! The one reading this post!

RAMBLING ABOUT THIS UNDER THE CUT BC I HAVE THOUGHTSSSSSS

okay so im a little cheater of course i took this quiz like six times with slightly different answers to see what I would get. And the only two I ever got were Love as a Flaw and Love as a Choice- which are very opposite I think but also very fitting for Iago to get both. stick with me here OKAY !!

Iago is someone who spent most of their life convincing themselves they are a Love as a Flaw kind of person. When I first took the quiz, i was thinking specifically about Bhaal Temple and pre-character development Iago. So yeah. It fits perfectly. They absolutely think like this in that case. They've beaten it into themselves. They are made of fears and mistakes.

But when I retook it with post-BG3, endgame, character-developed Iago in mind, I kept getting Love as a Choice. Which is also perfect. Because a lot of Iago's character development is about learning how to Live, how to choose the life they crave, and how to fight for it and the people they care about. I think love was always a Choice for Iago, they just spent a long, long time ignoring that, thinking it was futile. Their growth comes from them putting in that work to love the world around them again after forcing themselves to forget it.

[missamyrisa2]

finally had a tickling dreammm ~~ but sadly i was not the lee and they hardly responded to my additions to the gang tickling

Keep dreaming my darling ~<33 If I could impart my endlesssss dreams to you I would, for even when I just want to get some rest my mind is filling up with thoughtssssss of thingssss like waking up to find my ceiling fan is just over my bodyyy and as it starts moving I realize all the blades have been equipped with feathers dangling down ~ the spread forming a circle from my royal chest buttons to my royal area belowww as the center of the fan pops open with a feather probe and starts descending to my navel ~ allll while a smirking tech girl villain thumbs the remote and bounces on the bed cackling at my plight~

[twixstari]

obligatory Any Amble Von Brand thoughtssssss

obviously. do u see anyone else wearing the amber von brandt t-shirt and the AVB cap and waving the AVB foam finger a

ANYWAYS. these are so much more general but like. I LOVE how shes portrayed as this spoiled little shit who likes cussing people out and being a total dickhead to people but on the inside she is just. SUCH A GODDAMN GENTLE SOUL........ like she really wants to hang out with her mom and she loves baking and stargazing and the concept of having friends........

she writes out her feelings because she can't really articulate them well because socially she's actually really awkward and whatnot. she uses her music to communicate how she feels. but then at the same time she's still as fiery as ever. I like the idea of her representing the violence behind fire while her mom represents the hearth of fire, but the two can switch up on a DIME. that's SO GOOD.

adding a tiny hc onto the end that relates but I personally think she has a diary. some of the pages are just really scratchy rants about things she finds annoying, some are her trying to talk about how she feels because she doesn't really talk to people, and then most are lyrics she jots down before she puts anything more physical out there. shes a big writer at heart....

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

HRRRRGH ahhhhh a. Auh. Weh :(

Gotta finish art stuff but I have thoughtssssss-

I think Cindy would have wanted to be a florist pre-war! (What I wanted to be as a kid hahaaaaa) And plant knowledge would be useful I think, you know, foraging- (of course you gotta think not only of toxins but also radioactivity...) I haven’t been able to draw her again (busy =w=) but I think after the hair relaxer product wears off she’d keep her hair braided with nice colourful ribbons :D

Hmmmhjjkghs how would Codsworth be doing? Probably pretty bad after waiting for his family for so many years- aaaah- but maybe it would be nice to uh- have a purpose again I guess? Some sense of normalcy and someone to talk to? I will go read the wikis brb

[choism]

JENNAAAAA LOOK AT HIMMMM im having some thoughtssssss

i have this headcanon about san that he doesn’t like to wear underwear with sweats bc they’re more comfy without them and he likes the feeling of his cock rubbing against the soft material of his sweatpants :(((( could you imagine he’s just sitting there and squirming around to get more friction and not even having to touch himself directly to get hard and start throbbing :(((( he could prob cum untouched too if he just moved in the right way,,, but if he’s really needy he might resort to using a pillow too and grinding against that to get all the way there and the soft sweatpants feel so good on his cock too that he’d get sooo desperate to cum that he’d start whining, whimpering, and drooling all over himself <3333

The ask that started it all ladies and gentlethems