#Lover Also Fighter Also Song Stills

[imaginedisish]

Everlong (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This was not a request, just a thought I had and had to get out. "Everlong" by Foo Fighters just scratches my brain in a way very few songs can, and it fits perfectly for this fic. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Logan offers you his bed as a friend, knowing how hard it is for you to fall asleep alone. But after months of sleeping next to him platonically, things finally take a turn...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT! Thigh riding, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Cockwarming, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, non-sexual intimacy to sexual intimacy, friends to lovers, man-handling, rough sex, afab!reader/f!reader, feelings, fluff, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,619 jeeeeeeezzzzz this is DEPRAVED

Sleep was hard—that is, until you started sleeping in Logan’s bed. 

It had all started out so innocent. You were sitting on a couch in the study, flicking through the pages of your favorite book. You had just finished your fourth lap around the grounds of the mansion, and you decided you needed a break. The clock on the wall read 2:22 AM, mocking you, reminding you that of all the gifts you have, sleeping would never be one of them. 

“What’re you doing awake?” You jumped at the voice breaking up the silence, but quickly recognized its bassy, deep tone. You turned to face Logan in the doorway. 

“Just can’t sleep,” you answered, shrugging your shoulders. He wore a beater and gray sweatpants, and you struggled against the urge to trail your eyes up and down his body. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him—you’ve wanted him for months. 

Logan crossed his arms against his chest and smiled softly. “Can’t sleep either,” he said, taking a step closer. “You can come up to my room, if you want” he offered. “Next time you can’t sleep, or you have a nightmare, or you just can’t think of anything to do, come find me.”

You smiled at his words, at his kindness, at his willingness to help you. “Thank you, Logan,” you whispered. 

“No problem, princess.” And then he turned to leave, walking back through the hallway and up the stairs to his room. 

You’re still not sure what came over you in those following moments—still don’t understand where your confidence came from—but you forced yourself up from the couch and down the hall, following Logan’s path to his room. 

He was already inside, already had the door closed, so you knocked. And the door immediately swung open. You swallowed, parting your lips nervously. “Lo, do you think I could take you up—”

But he didn’t even let you finish. He grabbed your arm and tugged you into the darkness of his room, navigating you carefully to his bed. He laid you down and walked to the other side, climbing in next to you. He brought the covers over your bodies, shuffling under the sheets, settling in, and then everything was silent. 

You tried to get comfortable. You rolled onto your stomach and waited, eyes shut tight, hoping that sleep would take you under its current. But it didn’t. You rolled back onto your side, away from Logan, opening and closing your eyes frustratedly.

“You okay?” He asked. You could hear Logan inching towards you, his front suddenly pressing against your back. 

You hummed in affirmation, leaning your back into him. He reached a tentative arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Is this okay?” He husked, his lips at the shell of your ear. 

“Yeah,” you panted into the darkness of his room, taking shallow breaths, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You could smell him everywhere—on the sheets, the pillowcase, in the air of the room. It was all leather and musk and pine and denim. And there he was, holding you, his thumb drawing soft circles into your slightly exposed midriff. Something about it was overwhelming, but also comforting, as though all your senses were being cradled by him.

He could hear your heart beating, could hear your breath catching in your throat. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Go to sleep.” Your eyes fluttered closed, and you focused on Logan’s breathing. It was constant, stable, steadfast. He was so warm, so solid. And soon enough, you found yourself giving in to sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later, the pale light of the moon still pushing through the curtains. Logan’s legs were tangled with yours, your face pressed into the center of his chest, his arm wrapped around your back, holding you tight. You tried to lift your head to read the clock behind you on the nightstand.

But Logan pulled you back down. “Go back to sleep,” he murmured against the crown of your head. “Too early.” 

That’s how most nights have been since then—climbing into his bed, completely innocently, just to be able to sleep. He holds you all night, keeping you close. And when the sun finally rises, you both get up and head down to the kitchen, watching as Logan brews you a pot of coffee. 

It’s shockingly domestic and incredibly intimate. And yet, the two of you have never talked about it. It’s a silent agreement, one based on pattern, convention, and repetition. These very events have played out more times than you can count—for months now. It has become so normalized that you don’t question it, don’t even think about it when you crawl into his bed, and he pulls you into his chest. 

So, tonight starts out like any other. Your feet pad along the dark, mahogany wood floors, down the dim, quiet hallway, towards Logan’s room. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Logan’s old t-shirts, the hem falling to the middle of your thighs. 

You stand in front of his door and knock. You aren’t nervous anymore—aren’t anxious as he opens the door. He’s already shirtless, wearing just his boxers—which, however, is something you will never get used to. He smiles, his eyes trailing up and down your body as he steps to the side, inviting you in. 

You know the drill by now—you walk to your side of the bed, lying down and pulling the covers up to your chin. Logan follows suit. You move in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s a silence shared by two people who don’t have to say a word, don’t have to communicate to feel connection. His arms wrap around your body, and he tugs you into his chest. 

“Didn’t see you today,” he mumbles, his lips brushing your forehead. “Wish I could’ve.” His fingertips graze up and down your back, your t-shirt hitching up as you get comfortable, revealing your bare legs. 

“I’m here now,” you whisper, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, smelling him, letting him overtake your senses. He tangles your legs with his.

“Is this my shirt, by the way?” he asks, his hands sliding down to the hem, which is now bunched up above the waistband of your panties. 

You smile into his neck. “Maybe,” you answer, giggling softly. 

His fingertips slip just under the t-shirt, tentative and hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, to tell him no. But you don’t. “Looks better on you than it does on me,” he husks, his thigh settling between your legs so that you’re straddling it. 

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, trying to ignore the way he bumps against your core, the way his words make your heart race. You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around his center, letting him engulf you in his warmth. You swallow your feelings down and close your eyes. “Night, Lo,” you mutter.  

“Night, princess,” he says, his lips against the crown of your head. 

You listen carefully to his breathing, like you always do, and after a few moments, you find yourself falling asleep.

When you wake up a few hours later, your back is against Logan’s front. His arm keeps you pressed tightly to his chest, his nose nudging against the crook of your neck—you can feel his breath, warm on your skin. Your legs are intertwined, his knee just inches away from your core. 

Logan moves in his sleep, his knee bumping against your core now, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just under your ear. You take a deep breath, pleasure pulsing between your thighs as Logan moves again, his thigh dragging against you. You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips. 

He moves again, and that’s when you feel it—his erection stiff against the curve of your ass. Heat spreads across your chest, up to your neck, your stomach somersaulting as his hips press harder into your ass.

“L-Lo,” you stutter into the darkness of his room. But he doesn’t answer. His thigh slides against your core again. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, soaking your panties. “Logan,” you choke, moaning louder this time.  

He hums in response, nuzzling his nose deeper into your neck, his lips pressing against your skin—the ghost of a kiss. It’s too much—you want to grind down on his thigh, want to feel his cock pressing against your ass, want to feel his hips rutting against yours. You thought maybe this would happen, hoped that one night would lead to something like this, but you never dreamed it would actually come to pass. 

Logan’s thigh rubs against your heat again, and you mumble his name, your breathing quickening. “Fuck,” you groan, involuntarily bucking your hips against Logan’s. His erection drags along your ass. 

You force yourself to be still as Logan grunts into your neck. “You awake, pretty girl?” He whispers against your ear. 

“Mhm,” you murmur, trying to play half-asleep. You don’t want to let on that you can feel him hard against you, and you pray you aren’t soaking through your panties and onto his thigh. 

You swear you can hear him mumble a soft fuck under his breath. Your thoughts race around your head. Maybe he was awake the whole time. Maybe he felt your hips roll against him. Maybe he can smell the arousal growing between your thighs. You know he can hear your heart hammering against your ribcage. 

But his arm tightens its grip around your waist, and he pulls you closer, holding you down against his thigh. “What were you doing, sweetheart?” He rasps, pressing a true, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. You gasp, a shiver running down your spine. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stutter, stumbling around your words as he kisses your neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just under your ear. 

He moves his knee, pressing harder into your core, dragging his thigh against your aching heat. You stifle a moan as he repeats the motion. “Felt you riding me, pretty girl,” he huffs, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your hips along his thigh. “Smelt you, too,” he whispers, his lips still at your neck. “Can feel that pretty, wet pussy dripping on me, darlin’.”

“Logan,” you whine, letting him move your hips back and forth. The pressure feels so good. You need more. “Please…” You trail off, grinding down onto him. 

“Making a fucking mess of me, aren’t you?” He teases, his fingers gripping your hips like iron, so tight he might bruise. “Love watching you get off on me.” His voice is dark and honeyed, smooth like expensive liquor. Your walls clench around nothing as your clit drags along Logan’s thigh and you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder. “So sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you pant, letting him pull you back and forth. You’ll take anything you can get—anything he’s willing to give to you. “D-don’t stop,” you beg. 

“Fuck,” Logan grunts. “Need me that bad, huh?”

“Y-you have no idea,” you stammer. He bites your pulse point as one of his hands wraps around your front, slipping inside your panties and finding your clit. “Oh fuck, Lo,” you whine, the pads of his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles around the bud. 

“That feels good, pretty girl?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he’s getting off on it. You can feel his erection hard against your ass every time his hips buck into yours. “Bet it does, the way you’re soaking my thigh.”

“So fucking good,” you whimper. But you know you need more. You need him. “Logan, please…” You trail off, the words escaping you as pleasure pulses through your body. 

“Please what, darlin’?” He teases, his fingers pulling out of your panties, his hands gripping your hips again, rolling you against his thigh. It’s not enough, and you groan at the loss of contact. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“N-need more,” you croak, dragging yourself along him. 

“More what, beautiful?” But you know he knows. You know he wants to hear you beg for it, wants to hear you beg for him. 

“More of you,” you choke out.

“Yeah?” He chides, slowing the roll of your hips with his iron grip. “More of me how?” He’s so goddamn cocky, so unfair. 

“I-I…” your eyes roll back into your head as he slowly, teasingly drags you up his thigh, pulling you against his erection and holding you there. “However you want me,” you whisper, pushing against his cock. “Just want you.”

He suddenly pulls away, his grip on your hips forcing you into the mattress as he rolls on top of you, caging you in, his hands on either side of your head. 

Logan’s lips crash down onto yours, swallowing you hungrily, his teeth grazing your lower lip and licking away the pain. You part your lips, inviting him inside, tasting his tongue against yours. He slides a hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt and yanking it up. He breaks the kiss to slip the shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He sits up on his knees, his eyes trailing your body, settling on your bare breasts. 

“So fucking beautiful,” Logan praises, lowering down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand glides up your side and to your breasts. He palms your flesh, rolling his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pinching lightly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He traces across the valley of your breasts, his hand massaging the other side. 

He grinds his hips into yours, his erection nudging against your core. “Wanted you so bad, pretty girl,” he pants, pressing another kiss to your lips. His fingertips drag down your body, gripping your hip tightly again. “Dreamed of fucking you, of tasting you.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he pushes you into the mattress, biting down on your pulse point. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

You moan as he sucks at your sensitive skin. “Want you, Lo. Need you,” you whine, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin. “Always wanted you.”

He kisses a trail down your neck, to your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts. He slides down your body, peppering light kisses across your stomach, stopping at the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, his face illuminated by the pale, blue moonlight. You can see the desperation in his eyes, the need. He licks his lips—a man starved—as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. 

He tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor, and settles between your thighs. His face is just inches from your aching heat. Your chest heaves as he brings himself closer, his breath fanning across your cunt. You look down at him and find him staring up at you, watching your every move. 

“Wanna know what you taste like, darlin’,” he huffs, his palms splaying on your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him. “Want me to make you feel good?” His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs possessively. 

“Y-yes,” you stammer, already arching your back off the mattress. “Please, Logan.”

He smiles, his eyes still trained on yours as his tongue swipes through your folds, long and slow, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck,” he mumbles against your core, flicking your clit, lapping at it twice before starting all over again. He licks another teasing stripe through your folds, landing on your clit and taking the bud between his lips this time. He sucks roughly, releasing your clit and swirling soothing circles around it. “You taste so perfect. Better than I ever imagined.” 

He laves at you, devouring you, his head buried against your cunt. His right hand climbs up your inner thigh, nearing your folds as his teeth graze your clit. Your hips jolt back at the sudden feeling, and Logan is quick to slide his left hand under your thigh. He grips tightly, yanking you back to him, and pressing his face deeper into your cunt. “Don’t even think about it, pretty girl. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you.” 

You moan at his words, his right hand finally working its way up to your folds. His fingertips find your entrance, spreading your slick. “So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, prodding your slit. “Want my fingers, darlin’?”

“Yes, Lo, please. Want all of—” He thrusts two long, thick fingers deep inside you, down to his knuckles. “Oh, fuck,” you cry out as he pulls out and slams back in. 

His tongue swirls around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud every time he takes it between his lips to suck. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, the way he laps at you, drinking you in, consuming you. If he could find a way to keep your taste on his tongue all day, he would. If he could slip under your skin to be one with you, to feel your warmth, he would. You know this isn’t want. This isn’t lust. This isn’t some one-off thing. This is need. This is longing. 

Your eyes roll back into your head as he breathes you in, his tongue working at your clit as his fingers thrust in and out, dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” Logan praises, and you clench down around him at the words. He smiles against your cunt. “You like that, don’t you? Like when I tell you just how good of a girl you are.” 

Your walls flutter around him again. “I-I do,” you admit, your voice shaky as he fucks into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his fingers. 

Logan chuckles darkly, the reverberation pulsing against your clit. “That’s my good girl, giving me what I’ve been waiting for,” he huffs, lapping at you, sucking on your clit like it’s candy. “Would’ve waited forever for you.”

Your muscles contract and release at his words, at the intimate confession. “Would’ve waited forever for y-you too,” you whimper, his fingers still working you open. You’re so close. Fire burns at the base of your spine, your walls clenching around Logan’s fingers again as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles into your bud. 

“No more waiting, beautiful,” Logan grunts, and you know what he means—he knows you’re close. “Wanna feel you come around my fingers, wanna taste it.” It isn’t a request; it’s a command. His fingers plunge deeper, his tongue laving at your clit roughly between sentences. “Know you’re ready to let go, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

You’re crashing down, falling, but not into nothingness—into Logan, into his warmth, into his touch. Your chest heaves and the room spins. Heat pours from deep at the bottom of your belly, fire spreading up your spine. Nothing has ever felt like this. His name is the only thing you can think, the only thing you can say: Logan Logan Logan Logan. 

His pumps slow down, his fingers dragging gently along your inner walls until he stills inside you and carefully pulls out. His tongue is still lapping at you, still working your overstimulated clit. 

“Logan,” you whine, your hands finding his head, digging your nails into his scalp. “Want you.”

He smirks against you, knowing full well what he’s doing. “You have me, darlin’.”

You groan, half in frustration, half in pleasure—the tension building back up between your thighs with every flit of Logan’s tongue. “Please,” you beg, tugging on Logan’s hair. He grunts at the feeling, smiling against your cunt again. “I want you, Logan.”

“Gotta be more specific, pretty girl,” he huffs, his face finally separating from your cunt. Your release glistens on his chin, his lower lip. He brings his fingers to his mouth as he waits, wrapping his lips around his fingers and sucking, savoring the taste of you. 

“Want you inside me…” You trail off, watching as his fingers pop out of his mouth, his tongue darting out along his lower lip, rationing every drop of you he can find. “Want your cock,” you finally choke out.

The corner of Logan’s mouth turns up, his fingers hooking into his boxers and tugging them down. “Wanna fuck you so bad, beautiful,” he grunts, his cock springing free, bouncing against his stomach. He’s so much bigger than you had anticipated. You swallow nervously as he lowers himself down over you, resting on his forearm. “Thought about this for so long.”

His hand wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to your folds. He swipes through you, spreading your slick, notching against your clit. You moan at the contact, your chest coming flush with Logan’s as your back arches off the mattress. “Logan, please,” you beg. “Just want you. Only ever gonna—”

He plunges deep inside you, down to the hilt with one thrust. You’ve never felt so full—his cock thick and long, splitting you open. His presses a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans as his tongue darts out, tangling with yours. He’s still inside you, stretching you out, allowing you to adjust to the size of him. “You okay, pretty girl?” He asks as his lips part from yours.

“Y-yes,” you stammer, your arms wrapping around his back. “Feels good. So big.”

Logan pulls out and thrusts back in, splitting you open again. “Fuck,” he groans, his forehead resting against yours. “So fucking perfect. So tight, so warm. Made for me, darlin’.” Your eyes flutter open and closed as his free hand slips between your bodies, quickly finding your clit. 

“Lo,” you whine as his fingers draw tight, rapid circles into the bud. He sets his pace, pumping in and out of your cunt with reckless abandon. His hips rock against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing along the walls of the room. 

“Knew you’d feel like this,” Logan soothes, flicking your clit as he fucks into you. “Knew you’d feel this good. Wanna be inside you forever, princess.”

His lips find yours again, his teeth tugging on your lower lip and then sucking the pain away. It’s rushed and frantic, like he’s dying for more, searching for a way to reach deeper inside you, to feel all of you at once. 

He ruts into you, his hips snapping, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. He pinches your clit roughly, and your back arches off the mattress, your chest pressing against his. 

“No idea how much I wanted you…” You trail off as his cock pounds into you. He’s still stretching you out, still working you open. 

Logan moans your name, his cock throbbing at your words. “Wanted to fuck you that first night you came in here,” he whispers at the shell of your ear. “Wanted you before that too. Knew I needed you the second I saw you.”

The confession rocks through you. You think of all those nights spent next to Logan, all those stolen moments. He wanted you—needed you the whole time. 

“Lo,” you hiccup, his fingertips swirling your clit, his hips rocking against yours. He sinks deep inside, again and again, pumping in and out. Your walls flutter around his cock, dragging him in deeper. 

“Fuck, pretty girl,” he groans, sliding out and plunging back in. “Squeezing me so good, taking me so well.”

Tears brim in the corners of your eyes at the pure pleasure drumming through your bones. You know you’re close, know you’re almost unraveling underneath him. Logan flicks your clit, drawing hard, rough strokes around the bud. You’re on fire, and you’re burning for him. 

“Logan I-I…” You stumble around your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pounds into you. Your walls flutter around him again, and his cock twitches inside you at the feeling. 

He groans, your name on his tongue like a prayer. “I know you’re close, pretty girl.” He throbs inside you, and you know he’s almost there too. “Wanna make you come again,” he grunts, pulling out and pumping back in. “Know you have another one in you, sweetheart.”

He’s right. You can’t hold on much longer, but you want this moment to last. You want to feel his cock dragging along your walls, filling you up, splitting you open. You want his chest flush against yours. You want to feel the way he bites your lip and sucks away the sting he leaves behind. You want it all—all of him—and you don’t just want it right now. You don’t want this to be a fleeting moment. You want it to be forever. 

“Come on, beautiful,” Logan pants, his pace faltering, his hips stuttering. He twitches inside you again. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He strokes your clit, drawing those quick circles into the bud. “Let go for me. Know you want to,” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words overwhelm you, and you let go. It’s all more forceful this time, more powerful, your body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as wave after wave of pleasure tears through your body. It feels like blinding, searing heat, spreading like a forest fire. 

Logan is right behind you, moaning your name, his cock throbbing against your walls. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl,” he husks, his chest heaving. You whisper a soft, pleading yes. “Fuck, gonna make you mine,” he moans. His cock throbs again, and then he’s spilling inside you, filling you with his release. 

His fingers rub gentle strokes into your clit, his cock slowly pumping in and out before stilling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his hand traveling up your body, and rolling you over so that you’re side by side, facing each other. He pulls you into his chest, his cock still deep inside you. 

Logan’s arms wrap around your back, caressing your bare skin, tracing patterns and shapes with his fingertips. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head as you bury your face into his chest. 

“Wanna stay inside you,” he mumbles against your hair. “Wanna keep you close.”

“You can,” you whisper, your heart hammering. “Wanna stay close, too.” 

He presses another kiss to your head. “I’m not going anywhere,” Logan soothes, his fingers running up and down your spine. “Gonna want you forever.” 

You lift your head to look up at him, his eyes immediately meeting yours. “Forever?” You ask, but you know it’s a dumb question. You know he’s telling the truth.

He smiles and nods. “Would’ve waited for you forever,” he says, pausing, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “Never felt this way before, pretty girl. Never felt this real, this perfect. Don’t wanna let you go.”

“Don’t,” you whisper into the darkness of his room. “Please.”

“I won’t,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I won’t.”

His breathing steadies, and you listen to him like you do every night. Your eyes flutter shut, and you drift off to sleep with Logan’s cock deep inside you.

Forever. You think as your mind goes quiet and sleep drags you under. Forever. 

Everlong.   

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[shadowwolfsage]

DJ ARC 4

Jaune: (after letting another song play out) Alright well tonight's been great, so while I'm still riding the high, and with my girlfriends permission...

Neon: Go get 'em babe!

Jaune: Okay, so this song is one I wrote for someone I'veheld a torch for for a while. She's amazing, but people only ever seem to focus on her looks. She's so much more though. Sure she's an absolute ten out of ten beauty, but she's also one of the best fighters I've ever seen. She always looks out for her friends, giving up her own time to make sure others are doing okay. She's basically the big sister for her entire team, but no one ever seems to notice. So I wrote this song as a bit of a joke based off of that.

With RWBYNPR in the audience

Yang: *elbows Pyrrha* Damn. Lover Boy has it bad, huh P-Money?

Weiss: Yang, before you continue can I say something?

Yang: Yeah? Wassup Ice queen?

Weiss: Before today, Arc only ever performed under his Alias, and only appeared wearing a hologram mask.

Yang: wait really?

Weiss: Yes. Until today, the dance that you were put in charge of, and stressed over. You couldn't find a DJ, and Arc stepped up, knowing his cover would be blown, and choosing to reveal himself instead. Now, why do you think he did that?

Yang: (slowly starts connecting the dots)

Jaune: (over speakers) So this song is dedicated to the pun loving, badass brawler Yang Xiao Long. Yang? I hope you get a laugh out of this, and maybe tomorrow we can grab a bite to eat, just you me and Neon? And to the rest of you I say. Stop staring at her boobs.

Yang: Yang.exe has experienced an unexpected crash due to file publicconfession.zip trying to open Bi-panic.jpeg. Please wait while systems attempt to reboot.

Ruby: HAH, so this is what its like to see your sister embarrassed in public. *snaps photo* I'm so telling Dad that she's in a three way relationship like he was.

[irisintheafterglow]

I Know I'll Be Living in Vain (gojo x you)

summary: you wake from a nightmare in a state of panic. he's there to ground you back in reality.

wc: 2.2k

cw/tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship with pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, beautiful), gn reader, found family with megs and satoru, nightmares, panic attack, swearing, mentions of food and eating

notes: so this is part 1 of a little series i'll be doing surrounding the shibuya incident and gojo's uh...absence for all yall anime-only people. based on the song "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" by Taylor Swift and Zayn because it just fits??? so perfectly??? anyway hope you enjoy! this is also for all you found family lovers i see you and i understand you.

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

He feels it viscerally in his body at the same time you do, a wall of unfathomable malice that you were never supposed to feel in the first place. It’s heart stopping, the same realization of making a mistake that ricochets your life in an unpredictable direction. Dread sinks like an anchor into his stomach and he forces down the nauseous lump gathering in his throat. He tries to train his expression into blankness, but he knows better than to deceive the King of Curses. 

“Hmm…” Sukuna’s dark eyes narrow in concentration, thoughts elsewhere instead of the sorcerer in front of him. “Someone is…reading me.” A tense beat of stillness settled between the two fighters, out of place compared to the wasteland of a city that they treaded on. Then, in a blink, both him and Sukuna are gone, racing to get to you first. He’s an eighth of a second too slow and you feel vicious claws dig into the back of your neck from your seat on the ground. Electric blue eyes meet yours, wrought with despair and suppressed rage. You always loved that the most, how his eyes always seemed to give away what he was feeling even if he didn’t say anything. Flashes of memories flicker in your mind like stop-motion film, pulling him closer in your bedroom or intertwining your fingers on a walk back to the school. Every time you looked in his eyes, you could read him; you could read his sorrow, his grief, his wrath, his joy, his love. It was different, now, from any time you’d looked at him before. 

For the first time since you’d met him, Satoru’s eyes were filled with fear. 

You blink, scared to breathe or feel the ache in your legs after being crossed for too long. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen and this meeting would cause catastrophic consequences to the plan in place. First, the non-sorcerers would break from the trance you’d put them in. They would then panic within the confines of the veil, causing the sorcerers within to divert their attention to crowd control rather than exorcizing Curses. Civilian casualties were going to increase exponentially all because you were never supposed to read Sukuna. From the look on Satoru’s face, he knew it too, and he knew it was his fault that the confrontation entered your technique’s radius in the first place. It broke your heart to see him so distraught, overwhelmed by your impending death because he wasn’t careful enough.

“This your little friend, honored one?” Sukuna’s face is a cruel sneer; he knows having you puts Satoru on the defensive. “Well?” Your head is roughly pushed forward and you cry out, face contorting in pain and frustration as Satoru’s fist opens and closes anxiously. You wordlessly pleaded with him to just attack even if you got caught in the crossfire because, as much as he was on the defensive, Sukuna was underestimating his humanity and it left him vulnerable. But ultimately, you were in the wrong–you underestimate how much Satoru needs you. 

“I didn’t think you were one to get distracted, your majesty.” You catch the slightest waver in his voice as he attempts to appear uncaring about your situation. He wasn’t succeeding. 

“Nor did I think you would stop your attacks just because another sorcerer is in your way.”

“Maybe I’m catching my breath ‘cause I didn’t hold back before.”

“Then why do you choose to now?” 

“I’m just giving you some time before we go all out again. My mother always said I had pristine manners.” In any other scenario you would have burst out laughing at the sheer inaccuracy of that statement, but all you could do was choke out a sob of disbelief. His eyes flick to you again and the muscles in his jaw clench. “Beat me first and save your,” an elegant hand waves around aimlessly in a forced show of indifference, “prize for later.” You catch his nervous swallow as his body physically rejects referring to you as an object. 

Sukuna hums in faux-thoughtfulness before his grip tightens enough to draw blood. You gasp at the warmth now dripping down the sides of your neck. “You could have beat me at any point, you know, if you didn’t stop for one measly human.” He spits the last word like it tasted disgusting on his tongue. “For one so godly, you are disappointingly just…a man.”

“Spare their life or I’ll show you just how godly I am.” There’s no more aloofness in Satoru’s body language. He’d given up his asshole-exterior to desperately negotiate for your life. The world would end because Gojo Satoru loved you too much. 

You dodge his gaze like it was a plague and silently will him to stop looking at you, lest he jeopardize both of your positions. It was too late, though. Sukuna shakes his head, patronizingly clicking his tongue in distaste. Satoru’s initial hesitation upon seeing you had given too much away. “Pathetic. The honored one should know better than to waste time on emotional attachment.” 

You feel a scorching hot sensation on the back of your head before your eyes fly open and you shoot upright in bed, hand flying to your mouth to muffle the ragged exhales from your heaving chest. It’s impossible to stop trembling and you struggle out of bed, careful not to wake its other occupant. You’re barely able to make it to the bathroom and splash your face with frigid water before the adrenaline crashes into your body in the form of a strangled cry as you recollect your nightmare. It violently wracks your body in unnatural tremors that have you holding the edge of the sink for dear life, drowning in your own worsening spiral. It wasn’t the first time you’d experienced a nightmare like this, but what frightened you the most was how realistic it felt, especially considering the rumors running around this year’s Halloween. It takes you several minutes to regain control of your body, leaving your head aching from the fluorescent lights in the bathroom. After patting dry your sweat-sticky skin, you quietly re-enter your room to find Satoru awake and waiting for you. You’re grateful to the darkness, for once, because it almost hid your swollen eyes and incessant shaking…almost. 

“Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you.” You try to keep your voice even while you slip back under the covers and his arms instinctually pull you into him. Your body continues running hot and you wiggle free from the blankets, instead searching for his natural warmth. He definitely could hear your racing heart rate but you still force feed normalcy into your words. “You can go back to sleep now. I just needed to pee. Too much water before bed, you know?” It’s quiet for a time and you sigh in relief, thinking you’d successfully fooled your excessively protective boyfriend. You’re on the edge of falling back into unconsciousness when his low voice grounds you back into reality. 

“You had a nightmare.” With eyes still shut, your breath hitches despite the relaxingly lazy circles he traces on your back. “I know you’re still awake, by the way. You breathe differently when you sleep.” You fight down the impulse to teasingly call him a creep and keep your eyes closed. Trying the silent route again, his calming touch abruptly pulls away as does the rest of his body. Groaning in frustration, you surrender and bury yourself further into his chest, muttering how you hated him and his stupid tricks. He huffs out a lighthearted chuckle, fingers returning to work on your skin as you finally look up at him. “Talk to me, beautiful.” 

“It was just a bad dream. I’m fine.” 

“You’re just as terrible of a liar as a fake-sleeper. It’s a good thing you became a sorcerer and not an actor.” He smirks when you glare up at him, eyes shining with triumph at pushing your buttons. 

“If you’re gonna be an asshole, then get out. I’ll call Suguru and Shoko to cuddle me instead.” You flip over and begin crawling out of bed again when lean limbs snake around your body, caging you against him with both his arms and his legs. He breathes an exhausted sigh against your neck that gives you goosebumps. Guess joking-Satoru had enough of your antics.

“I know the difference between when you have a bad dream and when you have a nightmare. Bad dreams don’t have you bolting up and stifling sobs in the bathroom because you think I can’t hear them. I hear them, every single time. It breaks me, you know?” Your heart pangs in sharp guilt but he only pulls you closer. “Please, baby. Talk to me.” You let him rotate your body so that your head rests on his chest and you inhale the unwaveringly strong presence of him. 

“I dreamt something went wrong during an attack on a city. I was evacuating and you were fighting Sukuna and…” Your voice cracks as you relive the dream in your mind’s eye, wincing when you remember the all-too-real look on Satoru’s face as you die. “Sukuna got to me.” His arms tighten around your body and you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the flood of bad dreams that unlocked as a result of this single nightmare. “And I really don’t fucking know, I just–”

“Do you remember that time we took Megumi to a splash pad? Tsumiki was at her first sleepover and we stole him away for the weekend.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden change in the conversation and you look at him, only to see him staring off into the ceiling. “Yeah? I mean, we stole him away for a lot of weekends. Why do you–”

“He hated that place with every fiber of his tiny body.” His eyes fondly flutter shut, pretty mouth curling into a grin. “I remember we had to bribe him with ginger chicken just to get him to stand near one of those fountains. It was for the greater good, though, since I think the universe was trying to roast us alive during that summer.”

You smile at the image of little Megs’ frown and crossed arms as he reluctantly steps closer to the brightly colored water structures, arguing the water is freezing. From your lawn chair in the shade, you remind him that the water was the whole point of bringing him there, to which he further scowled in protest. At some point, both you and Satoru ended up with soaked clothes after running around the playground to escape the unbearable heat, with Megumi finally playing too after your boyfriend slipped and fell. When you asked Satoru why he didn’t use Infinity to avoid getting wet, he shrugged and explained that it was more fun feeling shivery and cold with you. One of your favorite memories of the day came after losing to him in a slide race where he definitely cheated, when you had to stand under a bucket that tipped over once filled with water. But, a second before the bucket could tip, Megumi yanked Satoru’s arm toward you and all three of you ended up getting drenched. “Did we actually end up getting him ginger chicken? I thought we warped back to the school.”

“Mhmm, we did. I was the one who drove across the city to get it in your beat-up sedan.” The corner of his mouth quirks in lighthearted indignance.

Your jaw drops in realization and you can’t help giggling as the memories click into place. After deciding warping was a better alternative than getting your car wet, Satoru went to get your car and drove it back to Jujutsu Tech after all three of you dried off. You put on some random movie for Megs to watch in Satoru’s room and called to ask about dinner, only for him to say he already had it and was pulling into the parking lot. You three ate dinner cross legged on Satoru’s bed and ended up falling asleep there too. “Hey, that beat-up sedan got us lots of places before we started warping everywhere.” 

“Yeah, and it could probably handle every circle of Hell if you needed it to. It would need a new left blinker, though.” 

You lightly poke him in the side and he yelps. “Because you backed it into a telephone pole!” 

“That’s your fault for letting me drive in the first place, sweetheart.”

“You are a menace to society, Gojo Satoru.”

“This menace to society got your mind off that shitty nightmare.” Oh. That’s what he was doing. “Your silence tells me I’m correct.” Your continued stunned silence must be interpreted as contradiction and he’s quick to backtrack on his declaration. “Or at least in the ballpark–” 

“Shh, yes. Yes, you are correct.” You place a finger on his lips to stop his words and close your eyes against his chest, clinging to the happy memories with Satoru and Megumi to force out the intruding scenes from your nightmare. “You really amaze me, do you know that?”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” 

“Worship the ground I walk on, Satoru,” you state flatly but can’t help smiling through the end of it. His soft laugh vibrates against your face as you finally start to drift into sleep again, this time confident you could keep the nightmares at bay.  

“I already do.”

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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

[deconstructthesoup]

I've seen some good ones floating around, so here's my take on a Fantasy High Swap Class AU:

Adaine: She's a College of Creation bard, something that stemmed from needing something to keep herself sane growing up in the Abernant home. She channeled her studies of the cosmos and magic into songs, and she actually managed to pass herself off as a Conjuration wizard... until she got found out and sent to Aguefort. Luckily, it's the perfect place for her to hone her craft, and she winds up becoming an incredibly well-known songwriter---more on the indie folk side of things than punk rock, but still. (And she does also become the Elven Oracle, if only by accident.)

Kristen: She starts out as a Zealot barbarian under the Church of Helio, but it doesn't take long for her faith to waver, and she eventually falls into the unpredictability and beautiful chaos of the Path of Wild Magic---and eventually multiclasses into an Oath of the Ancients paladin, inspired by claiming Cassandra as a deity. She's got a lot of righteous fury and craziness at her disposal, and she's never gonna back down from a fight.

Fig: While still keeping her rebellious attitude, she decided to still accept the girly side of herself when her horns grew in and be more pastel-punk (kinda like K Tanaka), and she embraced her devil side by becoming a Trickster Domain cleric---specifically, a cleric of Asmodeus. She's still a lover of disguises, a shameless flirt, and has a shaky relationship with the truth, but it's cranked up to eleven due to her serving a deity of all that. She does eventually multiclass into being an Alchemist artificer, which is... just as chaotic as you might expect.

Riz: He's still a detective at heart, of course, but he winds up using his smarts and sneakery to become a School of Illusion wizard. This actually makes him perfectly suited to being the guy who's always trying to figure out the truth, even if his disguise habit is almost as bad as Fig's sometimes, and he takes on his secret-agent style way earlier than in canon. He's not strictly lawful---he's a big fan of finding out loopholes---but he's definitely the team's designated "smart guy."

Gorgug: His subclass was the hardest to figure out, but I decided he would be good as a Cavalier fighter---his martial prowess is still focused on helping and supporting his friends, regardless of whether it's through rage or skill. Eventually, though, he gets inspired by Adaine's creative ways of using magic and multiclasses into a College of Valor bard. And yes, he uses these skills in part to become a band member of hers. Fig is also part of the band.

Fabian: And last but not least, our Fabian got inspired by both Cathilda and a much more sober Hallariel to become a Swashbuckler rogue. His story is kind of an inverse of canon, with him learning from his mother and mother figure more than his father---partly due to the fact that Bill died before canon in this---and gaining a lot more pride from that (and yeah, that includes him introducing himself as "Fabian Seacaster, son of Hallariel Seacaster, the greatest swordfighter who's ever lived!"). But after his Bad Day, he realizes that there's worth in appreciating what his father has to offer, and he becomes a Fiend warlock of Old Bill---Pact of the Chain, of course, so the Hangman can be his familiar.

So, uh... yeah!

[itscherrylipsforme]

Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did not contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

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[mikaroji]

KNY music headcannons - modern AU

this was 100% inspired by @peachdies, because radiohead and giyuu go together a little to well

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❀ Himejima Gyomei - IDK man, I feel like his top Spotify track of the year would be "peaceful river noises" or "subtle ocean sounds." He probably also listens to a good amount of alternative rock like the Cranberries. His guilty pleasure is Dua Lipa, but don't tell anyone that.

❀ Shinazugawa Sanemi - Dad rock for SURE. Gets down to Guns n Roses, Def Leppard, and Van Halen. Is secretly a HUGE Nicki Minaj stan, but would literally die before anyone found that out. I had to come back to him after writing this cause MY GOD HE'S ALSO SUCH A LANA DEL REY FAN LMAO.

❀ Obani Iguro - Refuses to pay for Spotify premium but also constantly skips songs so half of his listening time is ads. He likes grunge punk like the Garden and Foo Fighters, but secretly cries to Mitski.

❀ Tokito Muichiro - Super into the indie scene and only a little bit pretentious about it. Strokes, Pixies, Arctic Monkeys - super vibey.

❀ Tomioka Giyuu - Listens to actual underground music and a lot of smaller bands, but also listens to a lot of Radiohead and the likes. Went through a huge emo phase with Panic! at the Disco and My Chemical Romance and still cries to Helena from time to time.

❀ Rengoku Kyojuro - Imagine Dragons makes him hyped for the morning:D But alongside that he actually has some banger music taste as well. Gets down to some City Girls and Nicki Minaj from time to time. Not afraid to shake some ass.

❀ Kanroji Mitsuri - Love love loves pop and dabbles in k-pop as well! I'm thinking Doja Cat, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Loona, Red Velvet, and the likes. Enjoys dancing around to it as she gets ready in the morning and holds her own little concerts in her room.

❀ Kocho Shinobu - A true toss up I think. I can see her liking metal like Slipknot and Korn, but I also see her as a Fiona Apple lover so it's hard.

❀ Uzui Tengen - God he's so unbearable. Listens to a lot of soundcloud stuff and thinks he's better than you because of it. He probably also listens to a lot Lady Gaga and will probably play you a super popular song of her's like Just Dance and say something like "it's super underground you probably haven't even heard it."

❀ Kamado Tanjiro - AJR and Imagine Dragons, probably.

❀ Kamado Nezuko - Physically cringes when her brother turns his music on. She's eclectic, though. She hangs out around Mitsuri and Kanao a lot, so bubblegum pop and goth are worming their way into her heart. Traditionally she enjoys a lot of indie pop, though (think Clairo and such.)

❀ Shinazugawa Genya - Dad rock like Sanemi, except more refined somehow. He also branches out more and got super into QUEEN and the Rolling Stones. 

❀ Tsuyuri Kanao - Godly music taste, I'm convinced she and Giyuu are silently judging everyone. Goth music but like real good goth music (as a goth music enjoyer I'm projecting.) Joy Division, Depeche Mode, Type O Negative, all the classics. 

❀ Hashibira Inosuke - I don't know man....... He probably plays all of his music off of a rock. I seriously cannot decide for him. Probably listens to whatever his friends are listening to.

❀ Agatsuma Zenitsu - ONE DIRECTION BABY. But for real, I feel like he would love love love the Beach Boys! A BLACKPINK fan as well.

❀ Kokushibo - He and Kanao would get along so well because I also think he's another goth king, probably more like a Sisters of Mercy type of guy. He hates Douma's music taste, and will eavesdrop on Akaza playing Phoebe Bridgers from time to time and get emotional.

❀ Douma - BLASTS Megan thee Stallion throughout the infinity castle and knows every word to every one of her songs.

❀ Akaza - Phoebe Bridgers fan until the day he dies. 

❀ Kibutsuji Muzan - White noise.

[byghostface]

Daminika asking game

Questions for Daminika/Flamian Shippers! a Thread ♥️🫀 by @ damiandefenderr on Twitter(X)

1. What’s your favorite panel/moment of them?

Need them to hold hands again please…

-[Robin(2021)#7/#11]-Artist: Gleb Melnikov-

Also this one panel of reunion hugs from the newest issue🫶♥️

-[Batman and Robin(2023)#6]-Artist: Nikola Čižmešija-

2. What was your initial reaction to them getting together?

Tears of joy + stayed up late drawing out of excitement, cuz I've been rooting for them since the Robin(2021) # 7 issue.

3. What song/lyric reminds you of daminika?

♪-We could be together, you could stay forever

We could waste time baby, nothing else matters

Oh, when I look into your eyes

I wanna bury you by my side-♪

-BURY YOU by Ari Abdul

4. How do you think their first date would go?

They catch up with each other 's life while having a meal and doodling on Damian's sketchbook at his favorite Arab restaurant.

5. What’s your headcanon for Nika regarding Damian?

She likes to listen to Damian talking about his original story and ideas, and his plans to present them with different forms of media( art, acting, music ).

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Nika thinks Damian's an interesting and straightforward person and likes his pride in himself in the first introduction he has on Lazarus Island. Think he's an honorable and fairly challenging fighter. Plus the mystery ghost(Alfred) that keeps appearing around him intrigues her. After stealing back his manga from XXL and giving it a good read, she wanted to know more and more about him.

6. What’s your headcanon for Damian regarding Nika?

He likes to text Nika from time to time, and when he doesn't know what to say he sends pictures of his pets to her, Nika sends back pictures of her own pets(cat, insects, reptiles) and the activity she is doing or the sunset view that is outside of her room window.

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Damian is angry with Nika at first but realizes that he can only blame himself for being impatient to learn the Death Tournament's rules, thus letting her get the upper hand. Damian thinks Nika is a quick wit, bold and resilient person. He admired her fighting skills from afar and was secretly pleased that she kept seeking him to talk and be friendly with him, and still kept a respectful personal space for him.

7. If you could publish a daminika mini, what would it be about?

daminika sketchbook tour (about their daily life inspirations, choice of art styles, their views on people who are around them), and they have doodles/comments cameo on each other's pages occasionally.

8. What do you think Bruce & Taila's reaction would be to Damian & Nika being official?

Bruce is wary about Nika but can’t say much to Damian because of his own dating/lovers history, later on, realizes what Damian has seen in her.

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Talia tells Damian a few times how she is unimpressed by Nika, but Damian doesn’t hear a word from her after he introduces Nika to her in person.

9. What’s a trope that you think fits daminika?

Sent to kill each other (secret mission) but fell in love unintentionally when they met and learned more about one another.

10. How do you think their relationship would be like?

It’s both their first ever relationships, so they are cautious and consider each other’s feelings a lot. Damian is serious about it and mentally initiated. Nika is much more relaxed and physically initiated.

1．2 (dates and activities)．3 (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts) ．pet names．art styles．asking game

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED] masterlist

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

[sequel in "the thieves collection" series - can be read independently!!]

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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— word count: 72k

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

agust d - haegeum

(g)i-dle - dahlia

the neighbourhood - sweater weather

alexandra savior - bones

architects - heartburn

zayn - rear view & love like this

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MIN YOONGI AS HIMSELF; RETIRED THIEF / MASTER SWORD FIGHTER / INVOLUNTARY GETAWAY DRIVER

JEON SOYEON AS HERSELF; HUNTED NORMIE / FUGITIVE SONGWRITER / INVOLUNTARY STOWAWAY

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SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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The Hashiras in a Relationship | Muichiro Tokito

Word Count: 6062

Setting: Muichiro Tokito x gn!reader [reader is the same age]

Content Warning(s): none, Muichiro= strictly. Puppy. Love. [if you want or expect more from the little one, move along. This is not the blog for you.]

Summary: sweet, fluffy, first love headcanons for Muichiro Tokito

A/N: yeah, tumblr erased some of my notes, but oh the well... friendly reminder that I will NOT accept any suggestive or spicy requests for minors, and minor characters. Any request for underage characters will automatically be shifted to puppy love/innocent young love themes. Or just rejected and blocked. Have a nice day <3

To be loved by the Mist Hashiras is to know tranquility and peace. The cool of the morning, the gentle greeting of song birds. Warmed and soothed across the break of sunlight. Greeting the day, the promise the touch cool breeze against your cheeks. Traces of rain across morning dew, and the scent of passed weather. Serenity wrapped in the stillness of the day, the promise of opportunities to come. Dawn drawn across pillows of clouds, reposed of the rays filtered into select colors. Hushed tones tickled across the morning dew drops. Gentle tears gently wiped away from the blades of grass, cooed in the comfort of shady trees, and hidden beneath the mist. Playful as children that dare to play within its embrace, games of hide and seek. Mild whispers to guide you through the fog, gentle and secure. Sweet notes of lily chaperoning you through the daze. Faithful and loyal, gentle as the song of laughter dances through the haze. Innocent love that dares to embrace unknowns, and savor what’s to come. The embrace of cedar wood as he embraces you from behind, clasped fingers over your fingers to whisper, “guess who.” Foundation of expectations, of dreams, hearts intertwined, and joyful of what is to come, just as his love.

To be loved by Muichiro is to accept that you will need to welcome the delicate push of air. To allow yourself to be carried by the breeze, to enjoy where the sinecure may carry you. To savor the journey rather than rush to the destination.

It’s to bask in the glow of his gentle smile, and know that the there is peace in his change of moods. Understand that it is not intentional that the Mist Hashira regards you from a distance at times.

Tokito is naturally reserved and shy, but after the loss of his brother, he is guarded. Vigilant to protect his fragile heart against loss, and heartbreak. Beneath his cold exterior, is the same sweet boy he has always been, and as time goes on, he’s becoming more familiar with who he is. He just needs time, and acceptance. The Mist Hashira needs to feel safe and secure, and after everything he has been through, this will require patience, but rest assured, beneath his mask of indifference is a gentle heart.

You will need to give him the space to be himself, and not allow yourself to become overwhelmed with his varying emotions. Those who have endured hardships need a safe space to land, and consistency.

As a partner, this is a necessity for your relationship. Whether it’s the boy who is allowed to stray after a butterfly, or the warrior who will shield you from all harm. He is two sides of the same coin, a lover and a fighter.  

This is why it’s so crucial for him to have someone patient and understanding in his corner. If you come off too abrasive at times, you’ll see him recoil, and because of this, I think it’s important that his partner is rather docile and sweet.

Someone to sooth his anxieties, and the pressures he bares for someone so young. Someone soothing, but also playful. Willing to distract him from his duties if only for a moment to chase each other around the garden, toss a temari ball around, and to roll through the grass. He needs to be reminded that you’re still young.

Tokito will appreciate someone who keeps his wellbeing in mind whether it’s a cute little bento for a budding cook, or someone who just spirits him away to look at flowers, but rest assured, in moments when he needs assistance making sure he’s being heard and not swept under the carpet I just feel like at times, louder personalities such as Uzui make it difficult for him to be heard.

The Mist Hashira is… quirky. I mean, you knew this, you had to have, but it’s because of his own unique aspects that he is fairly accepting of others. He’s not one to abide by social norms, and is just as quick to toss societal expectations to the side.

He did not bat an eye to know his ancestors were skilled swordsmiths, nor ever felt shame that his father was a woodsman, and he was quick to pick up the sword as it was where his heart led him. In many aspects, you will find that Muichiro is not guided by the mundane, nor tradition, rather he will make decisions for himself, and his relationship as the time comes.

Take for example if you are not one for nurturing others aside from himself, he is more than content to take up the roll of caretaker, and allow you to be in charge. Just as, a partner who is prone to being submissive in personality, he has little qualms with taking charge. Gender roles mean absolutely nothing to him, and is accepting and curious about his partner.

Due to the internal struggle Muichiro has between wandering off to a flower field, and remaining rigid in his duties, he needs assistance with practical matters.

Don’t be led astray, he is very steadfast in his morals and resolves, he will not be swayed, and it is exactly because of this that he will need a partner who is good at the day-to-day practicalities of life. Someone who is willing to tend to his neglected wounds from swords practice.

He would be the type to forget to sterilize a wound and end up with infection, but always ensure your scratches are cared for. Distracted by drifting clouds, someone who will remind Muichiro to eat lunch, and allow time for his body to rest is exactly what he needs.

Because the boy definitely struggles with sticking to a task for an extended time. the fact you can is amazing to him.

While Muichiro is known throughout the ranks for being aloof, as the person entrusted with his innermost thoughts, you’ll become well acquainted with the depth of emotions that lay beneath his still surface.

To be clear, he’s not moody, nor is he high maintenance, but he does feel things deeply. The Mist Hashira is a feeler, so much so he was willing to erase all memories of his past life to protect his fragile heart.

The sword wielder processes the world on a deeper level than those around him; he is affected by the shift of his environment. Whether it’s the change in tone of an acquaintance, the traces of an intruder, or even the shift of seasonings in his dinner, he is quick to notice the changes around him, and reacts in response.

In part, this can lend itself to him feeling a bit drained at times, or even agitated if he feels uneasy with the changes. It’s to be expected of trauma survivors. He is a very empathetic individual, and because of this, he may become burdened with emotions that are not his, seen in the way he nearly adapted his brother’s behaviors to protect himself.  

Despite the general consensus of those under the Hashiras, Muichiro is actually a very kind boy, who is idealistic, and always willing to do the right thing. Whether it’s the popular choice, or will come at a great cost to himself. He can and will take wounds to defend others.

His resolve is surprisingly a gentle strength that most will not accept. partly because he’s so small compared to the others!

The Mist Hashira is a supportive friend and partner, but just as he is giving, he is also independent. In general, he doesn’t need constant attention from his partner although may be to maintain a healthy diet.

He enjoys being able to take things at his own pace, and because of this, while he is one for commitment, you will find Tokito is defiant to being tied down and restrained in his activities.

As Muichiro grows attached to others, he becomes more and more steadfast in placing faith in others. I mean, it’s not immediate, but it is earned, he’ll be wiling to place hope in those he trusts.

So much so that Tokito will likely remain resolved in the opinion he has formed of them that any stray from this imagery will without a doubt, have a very good reason. He just knows it.

While it may be nothing more than a gut feeling built on a foundation of trust, Muichiro will defend the abnormalities fiercely without hesitation. He is loyal, and respectful of those who have earned it. No, he is fiercely loyal, and very, very little will remove you from the pedestal he has placed you on.

Really, you will find that he is rather accepting of the mass majority of life choices you take, and the routes you travel. As long as you remain who he knows you to be, and never intentionally inflict harm to others, you’ll always have his support.

To be clear, Tokito’s support is not as flamboyant or evident as Mitsuri that girl will have shirts printed off and yell your name on a microphone, but its’ there. Just pay attention. While the Mist Pillar is prone to forgetting a lot of things, he is the sort to never miss an event, whisper praises to anyone who will listen, and spend hours assisting you on your goal. He is just as content to listen to you gush over your interests while he listens with a small smile tucked on his lips as he sips on tea.  

Muichiro’s favoritism is… evident. I mean, it’s really not subtle. To those he cares not for, he can be fairly aloof only asking questions as his attention is peeked.

You’ll also notice a lack of patience or resolve, and quick to fling little small childish insults about such as nincompoop, nitwit, numbskull, idiot, etc. Openly too, he’s not trying to hide his opinion, rather he’s unabashedly open about his input.

ds Nor does he really care if he hurts these particular people’s feelings. literally like every twelve year old boy who ever existed.  It’s actually ironic because he will naturally gravitate towards the underdog as well, should this individual show favorable traits such as similar principles.

Although, Muichiro can also show a respect for others who have a varying of opinion from his, as long as they have shown themselves to be a worthy person, he is more than content to coexist despite differences. The best example would be the relationship between the Sound Hashira and himself.

Muichiro naturally struggles to navigate boundaries. Nothing malicious or intended to inflict harm, it’s rather a combination of his youth and natural affectionate nature that he struggles to navigate the intricacy of relationships.

Boundaries by nature is often difficult to define especially when you’re younger. So in moments of tense frustrations, he will struggle with whether he should comfort you, or give you space. If you’re actually mad at him, or the situation you’ve landed in.

Like any relationship, this will fade over time as he familiarizes himself with you and love in general, but yes, such as the drama of young love, a small disagreement will leave him with the impression that your relationship has been absolved.

It should also be noted that Tokito is not quite sure how to communicate his boundaries as of yet, and you may often find him just walking away from you without word.

Small talk has never been his strong suit. Even with his own twin brother, it was always difficult to engage.  In part, this is because Muichiro does not wish to discuss passing conversation, or fill the air with noise. Talks about the weather, about upcoming dumpling flavors, or gossip does not interest him.

Rather, he wants meaningful conversations. Creative discussions about what you would do to better the world, or what you want out of life. Things that express the inner most workings of your thought process, why it is that you chose to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

Rest assured, any response is welcome. he won’t snip at you for reasons similar to Mitsuri’s rather, he’s genuinely interested.

For obvious reasons, the Mist Hashira is always growing and evolving.

On the one hand, there is the young boy who trembles to the shift of the leaves, and remains respectful to his elders, delicate and gentle. On the other, is a swordsman well-honed to his skills, confident and successful, a protector.

In a way, it’s the fact that Muichiro is having to separate the adopted aspects of his brother from himself from who he was in the past, and accept who he has become. His age does play a factor in this. I mean, let’s be honest, twelve is a shit fest of an age without demons running about. There is so much more growth to come.

The type of person Muichiro will be attracted to is someone who he can feel safe and accepted by. Someone who has not only earned his trust, but remains steadfast to who they are. Regardless of social norms, of expectations, and ideals. Someone who can cherish the tender aspects of his personalities, and bask in his gentle nature, but also accepts the darkness that lurks in his heart.

Will not shudder away from blind rage that captivates him in defense, nor withdraws when he is prickly. He does adore someone with their own ambitions, and desires in life. He wants someone genuine, and true.

Someone who is as innocent and loyal to their heart as he is himself, but more so patient, and docile with the world. Accepting, and content to remain where others have strayed, and convicted to ideals.

Sort of like a bolder in the depths of a stream. Content to live its existence with the creatures who seek shelter beneath it’s position, cultivating life, but not resistant to the current that it meets day in and day out.

I can imagine two scenarios in which Muichiro happened upon you. His former self shows signs of being open to life, and puppy love. Like the sort to develop small crushes, and open to meeting new people, but after the horrors he endured, Tokito became guarded. Placed a wall between himself and others, even those who saved his life.

Because of this, I believe that these two aspects of his being are almost in conflict with one another, and so I believe that he’d grow attached to someone he has had consistent interactions with in the past two years.

Muichiro would likely fall for one of the caretakers at the Butterfly Estate. A nurse who he has had active engagement with. Someone who fretted over his wounds and chased after him when he attempted to return to practicing his swordsmanship. Fretted over his eating habits, and reprimanded him for pushing himself far too early despite his obvious stitches. Someoen who lit up at his first smile, and became swayed as the memories drifted back to him. Always present when the kakushi escort him to their care, snippy in their remarks, and dedicated to their craft.

Although the most likely scenario, I feel that Tokito would fall a child of the Ubuyashiki clan. A love that had been fostered over his entire time with the corps, captivated in the way you assisted the Lady Amane upon your trek up the mountain. The open tears you shed at the lost of a boy with his face that you had never known. The way you had enacted a temporary burial in honor until the Master could prepare services. Maybe one of the children conceived by the Master and Amane’s love, or even just another child under the household’s care, blood or otherwise adopted. The touch of your kimono as you stayed up all night assisting the Lady Amane with his care. Your quiet acceptance as you watched him slave away despite his obvious in silence. Instructed to remain still despite how your heart screamed at the state of him. Left with little more than to simply hold the bandages in preparation for his inevitable collapse. The way you laundered his clothing without complaint, and joined his bedside with bedtime stories, and current events of the household to share. Even if you were often times, not sure if the boy even heard a word from your lips, still willing to keep him company despite this. The time when his memories would return, how your cheeks lit up upon having your name actually called by him for the first time, not a nickname he had gifted you to sort out which one of you was which. But your name.

proof he had remembered your time together.

To be clear, the relationship between the Mist Hashira and Master Ubuyashiki is more that of a father and adopted son, and because of this, I feel that Muichiro would struggle to approach a romance with the child of the household. Even if his heart desperately yearns for such. It would only be after the gentle, and consistent reassurance stretched over time from the Ubuyashiki parents that they welcome your bond before he considered pursuing anything.

Because of this, I’m confident that it will take him time to approach a relationship of any sorts outside of acquaintanceship. That being said, Muichiro values his time clearly, and is not one to waste time on a match that wouldn’t pan out.

Even despite his youth, he’s not going to waste energy on a social interaction unless he feels that it could work. You wouldn’t expect someone so young to be able to determine so quickly if you’re a match, but well, you’d be surprised. Muichiro is intelligent, and quick on the uptake.

He’s quick to determine if you’re a good match for him or not. Whether you have the potential to be a lasting and I do mean a lasting relationship. If you do not pass his standards, and he has rather high standards like Lady Amane high, then he will not give you a second consideration. Muichiro will pass you by without a thought. It’s nothing personal, he just gives his time to those who he deems worthy.

The good news is that, you’ll be able to figure out that you mean something to him, even if you’re not quite sure if that something is romantic or platonic. Are you a love interest, or just a playmate like Tanjiro? Well, that will take time to determine for you.  Tokito is already confident that he has feelings for you, it’s just that applying it will be… a challenge.

For you, you may just see a boy who longs for friendship, and company. A lonely boy who has little his age to engage with, and so you being of similar age, he just attached himself to you. his flirting is terrible. Again, he’s twelve. He’s slipping up all over the place.

But to other members of the core, or even the dango shop owner you visited, the outside world can tell very easily that he’s a little boy chasing after the object of his affections.

Struggling to navigate the world of young love, stuck between fumbling his words, accidentally insulting you, doing something stupid to try and impress you, it’s all reminiscent of puppy love. adorable.

Really, it’s a race to see who will confess first.

Either because his insistence to remain around you, a pitiful way to signify his attraction having blossomed feelings for the young boy, or if it’s simply because he cannot stand this anymore. Tokito is by nature reserved, and even a little shy in romantic aspects aren’t we all at first?, that he relies on his body language to communicate his interest.

A genuine smile not like the one for Gyoko, seekign conversation, small token of affections such as his willingness to pay for your snack. Actually, it may take some time for him to have actually realized he likes you.

When he does, Muichiro will be internally knocked off tilt. Stumble over words randomly, his thoughts having drifted for only a moment. It’s in one of these shy fumbles, and panicked mess that he accidentally confessed his affections for you. and will try to pretend It didn’t happen if you give him the chance. Don’t.

He’s inexperienced, dating is a whole new world to him, and we all have, he’s going to struggle. If you’ve been given the ability to see his vulnerable side, then you already have his trust. He likes to keep himself private, and offering only small pieces of himself as necessary, but with you he’s open.

Willing to share as it comes. Excited, and eager. He’s so young, but he wants love. The idea of having found his match so young, the opportunity to grow old together.

Muichiro is a  closet romantic who delves into small day dreams and what ifs. He’s not grounded, and has likely imagined a variety of scenarios. Small cutesy ones.

What it will be like to hold your hand. How can he make the opportunity to hold your hand arise. What if you get married one day? He has a goofy smile on his face imagining the different routes your love and life can go together. Always together.

I feel like dates with Muichiro would be fairly unique and customized to his partner. He’s creative, and well, a daydreamer. So his brain has worked out a variety of activities for the two of you.

The Mist Hashira wants to learn about you, and will take all of your interest into mind before dragging you out for the day. no really, in his small excitement, he tugged you away without considering if you have duties for the day. Really, as long as the date is comfortable, I feel like Muichiro would be willing to explore a lot of different hobbies with his partner.

Small dates over cloud watching. Etching different animals and kami spirits through the puffs of white, gentle as the breeze that drifts through your hair. Spread out in a meadow, fingers tracing they sky. Sharing a mochi from a vender upon having completed errands for the Ubuyashiki household, such as groceries. The small chance for an interlude drawing him to the sweet’s vender.

Really, he’ll opt for any opportunity to spend time with you as a date, quick to offer to carry the groceries when your mother has sent you to town. Helpful to collect firewood, or tend to the vegetable garden, Muichiro is the sort to want to accompany you on any errands in the hope of just spending time together.

To pluck a flower while searching for firewood and show it to you. To follow butterflies along your journey to town, accidentally discovering a new route. To weave flower crowns with you in a meadow, and happily bestow upon you his fumbled crown, and treasure your meticulously weaved one. he showed up to training wearing it.  to procure a goldfish from a festival vender, and share it with you with glee before releasing it to your family’s garden.

Sneaking you away to see warhorses if you’ve a fondness for animals. To Muichiro, everything is an opportunity for a small date. Respite away from the rest of the world. Really, if anything, his dates will be symbolic of how deeply he wants his inner world to connect with yours.

One would think that as a young boy, Muichiro’s heart wanders fairly easily. Especially with the distances he travels, but that’s really not the case. For the most part, I really do see him being the type to pursue this singular relationship for his entire life.

From childhood to adulthood, and so, I cannot say that he is the type to casually date, but that being said, forever is a long time. Because of this, in moments where your relationship seems to have been concluded (such as an argument), he may consider another, but never crossing more than a thought or a singular date.

His heart aches that you’ve left him. Even if your relationship is resolved for quite some time, even a few years, Muichiro is likely to have only engaged on a few dates, and most likely pushed on him. Uzui misses his youth I know it.

He’s not like Zenitsu; Tokito is not in a rush to pursue a relationship, but he does want it to happen. Some day. Physical attributes are not a big contributor to his attraction either, it’s all about your heart with the Mist Hashira.

No, he wants to be joined to his childhood sweetheart.

He's devoted

When you have proven your bond, and that you are a trust worthy place to land, Muichiro will be a highly devoted partner, if you haven’t figured that out.

He’s a natural listener, and can and will go far out of his way to make sure that you’re aware he cares. Always willing to listen, about anything and everything. Tell him about your day, share how excited you are for the upcoming festival, gush over the deer you happened upon during your journey. Muichiro will listen happily with the smallest smile on his face he loves this.

Despite the way he treats the rest of the core, or those around him, I believe he would be very open to you at this point. And readily available, eager to spend time together as young lovers often are. He’s confident, and so naïve.

He’ll be fairly quick to discard all of the walls he had enacted around himself, for you only. As I’ve said, Muichiro is fiercely loyal, and steadfast to his companions.

Because of this, I imagine that his partner will find themselves on a pedestal like Ubuyashiki and Tanjiro, and should you ever fall, or misstep, I feel like he would be deeply hurt by this. Even go so far as to view it as a betrayal.

Being so young, he may be willing to forgive far quicker than he should, or he may honestly distant himself for quite sometime from hurt before inevitably drawing himself back to you. Despite how stubborn he can be with his peers, he does not want conflict in his relationship, and will always place the relationship’s health at the importance of his thoughts.

As such, it’s more a matter of time before he forgives you. I won’t.

The Mist Hashira is observant, and empathetic. He is quick to pick up on the shift of your personality, and initially, it will be terribly discomforting for him to approach it. Muichiro will struggle with whether he should pretend he ever noticed it but he did!, and if should he say something. he kind of wants to run away.

He has a natural tendency to place the relationship at the forefront, and just like he did with his brother, he’s likely to struggle to speak up. Finding importance in just maintaining the status quo even at the risk of his own health.

If given the time and space to mature, I feel that he would actually grow confident in approaching these personality nuances, and would be a very caring partner. His deep connection with you would ensure that he knows how to respond in a way that benefits the relationship. Whether you are the type to need snuggles, or space, he’ll know how to respond in time.

As it’s been touched on, Muichiro despite being so young takes his romantic endeavors very seriously. Wholeheartedly so, and as such, he has an extremely generous ability to forgive.

So much so that I worry about his health as a whole and the other Hashiras will end you if you push it.

Communication is likely to have its down falls. Again, you’re both so young, and growing together. Children in love often make mistakes, and have to learn from them. While I don’t feel you would ever have to worry about Tokito judging you because he won’t, he is likely to struggle to communicate his needs and desires.

Fumble at being able to voice that he wanted the last dumpling, and quick to relinquish it over to you without so much as a word. He will hold onto the disappointment rather than express it to you, a mountain out of a mole hill. Something that could just be as easily resolved with a word, these are the sort of communication obstacles you are likely to face.

It’s to be expected. Do your best not to criticize him, and offer the same acceptance he gifts you. As he grows more confident, you will discover that Muichiro is actually a rather chatty person as he is listener in the quite of his own home, and close relationships.

Really apart of the reason why he seems so detached in public is likely that he is busy processing the informational input that the environment is offering him, that he is unable to articulate the inner workings of his thoughts.

Because of this, it may take a few years for Muichiro to be able to properly express his emotions in a healthy way. Rather than an occasional outburst after so long of stuffing them dormant. It’s a combination of things, his trauma, detaching himself from the past and his sibling, but also the fact that he really does filter through his surroundings.

He’s empathetic, and because of this, it may take him longer to really be in touched with his feelings properly. Is the type to grin and bare it.

In your youth, I imagine fights will be more common. It’s a learning curb, and while I do not feel that the fights will ever become vocal outbursts, I imagine that his dodging confrontation will be just as damaging.

I really can imagine him just walking away in the middle of a conversation.

He hates criticism, and he really, really hates conflict. He really has no idea on how to handle or navigate verbal confrontations he really wishes this was a sparing match instead. He needs time alone to process and articulate before engaging in the argument. It’s not that it would take forever, or even a few hours, but it’s so important not to take it personally.

He’s learning. You’re learning.

I do see confrontation spurred to open snippy remarks like he offers other members having been brought on by jealousy.

It’s not that he’s a naturally jealousy person, or the type to be possessive, but at the beginning of the relationship, I can see Muichiro being self-conscious, and even a little bit prickly. It will take time for him to learn the interworking’s of relationships and friendships, but I don’t feel like it would take as long as it would for others Inosuke for example. Rather, a small bit of reassurance, and his trusting nature will navigate him through the rough patch.

But, don’t misunderstand. He is protective. Muichiro will not hesitate to defend your honor, and your station. Whether it’s as his partner, or as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

He will not take likely to anyone daring to make comments, or discrediting remarks. He will pick a fight without a thought of repercussion.

Just as communication can be a struggle, understanding Muichiro’s unique way of expressing love can be as turbulent. He naturally gravitates towards quality time to express his affections. He’s so eager to spend time with you, as soon as his duties are completed, he is quick to dash off to your side.

Even if it means that the famed Mist Hashira is hanging undies on the line, he will do so and chase you around the garden.  

Afternoons chasing clouds, or flying kites, painting together side by side as you conduct your lessons to learn how to properly act as a noble befitting of the Ubuyashiki household. Sleeping away in the corner as you study, yes I believe that quality time will come easily to him.

That being said, Muichiro would also find physical intimacy fairly natural as time went on. Quick to take your hand in crowds and guide you through the market. Happy to offer assistance as you tumble of rocks, and waddle through the stream.

Touch would be as natural as just gravitating towards you. Leaning on you when he’s tired, snuggling to sleep under the afternoon sun.

The Mist Pillar would not struggle to give compliments necessarily. He’ll feel a little shy to know that you respond so eagerly to his praise, and likely blush each time he makes a point of complementing you.

Truthfully though, he is quick to offer his praise. Not necessarily because he intends to flatter you in any way, but rather because he is just so quick to acknowledge you. Your accomplishments, and your efforts. Ironic, as I just do not see Tokito paying any mind to his own achievements. He will also slip compliments into conversation regularly.

Open with his appraisal of you, whether it’s the change in your appearance, or how far you’ve come in your cooking or lessons, Tokito has noticed, and is quick to point it out for others as well. he’s just so proud.

I will say that acts of service is a fifty-fifty chance of going well, or terribly. Like Mitsuri, he really does have the best intentions. Such as the way he rushed to join your chores, but the reality is that he can become fairly distracted, an disinterested in completing the task.

Often times, more excited to spend time at your side, and abandons the task all together just to trail after you. like a puppy.

While Muichiro is not one to naturally gravitate towards giving gifts, his upbringing was a rather humble one, and while I can imagine him quick to offer flowers and stones he found in his travels, the actual act of picking up a gift along the way may not come easily. It’s not that he doesn’t have pocket change they pay him well, nor that he’s stingy in his spending. It’s more that it just doesn’t actually occur to him.

The Mist Hashira’s thoughts are just narrow minded, and focused on turning his report, and finding your smiling face. He’s just so excited to see you again, but that being said, if you have shown a preference for something, such as eyes wandering over an accessory on your last grocery trip, he will make a point to stop by the shop and pick it up for you.

Giddy to present it to you. literally rushes to give it to you.

The reality is to be in love with Tokito is to know a childhood sweetheart. The extension of friendship that has endured the test of time, and remain steadfast with the passage of age. To grow together, to learn together. To laugh, and play, to embrace the changes of the world with hopes for the days to come. It’s to know fumbles, and highlights. To know your first fight, to treasure your first kiss. It is to know the serenity of time, and comfort of a love born of friendship. As gentle and serene as the sunlight that filters through the mist. Your heart will always be at easy, always safe amongst the wandering of time. Delicate in its to know reliability, and growth. To welcome change, and to treasure the often over looked gifts of life. The touch of the morning dew on your bare feet, the daisy tucked behind your ear, the warmth of his hand pressed into yours. To never worry that as the hardships you face may change you, never will his love.

For now.

Forever.

[fanaticsnail]

I remember you mentioned having a Mihawk playlist, and the way you manage to find songs that perfectly fit the vibes of your fics and enhance the reading experience is one of the things I love about your writing

So I was wondering if you could share some of the songs on your playlist? Or even some songs that you associate with certain characters/tropes/scenarios?

I always love it when you send me asks, @sexc-snail.

I absolutely DO have a Mihawk playlist. I share the playlist construction with another creator on Tumblr who I love, cherish and adore: @sordidmusings. We add to it as we write, recommend songs as they come to us to help with words in works.

I could get into a long, long rant about music so I will add a page break here ❤. Lots of song recs to follow for the OPLA cast so far.

I am a violinist; have been playing for 25 years this year (I AM GETTING OLD, JEEPERS CREEPERS). Music is a great, passionate love affair for me and I adore learning about songs and pieces new and old. Here are some recommendations for songs and vibes I associate with the characters and the tropes.

I never add lyrics to my fics so the readers can visualize their own favourite melodies where they see fit, but I do have tunes in mind when I write them. The only fic I've really centralised a song about is the "You Should Be Sad" Mihawk fic I wrote a while back and the Koby series I'm writing.

Here are some song recommendations: all songs are Spotify linked. Enjoy a peek into my madness.

For the Characters

Luffy:

Long Way Home: Walk off the Earth, Lindsay Stirling

Following the Sun: SUPER-Hi, NEEKA

La Isla Bonita: Madonna

Zoro

Work Song: Hozier

Promise: Voyager

Cold Shot: Stevie Ray Vaughan

Sanji

Love Story: Indila

Know You Girls: Franz Ferdinand

Family Line: Conan Grey

Nami (She gets four, because she's amazing and I love her)

Runaway: Aurora

My Mother Told Me: NATI, Cullen Vance, Jonny Stewart

Outside: Ellie Golding, Calvin Harris

Queen of the Kings: Alessandra

Usopp

Mechanical Instinct: Aviators

The Higher Ground: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Eastside: Benny Blanco, Halsey, Khalid

Buggy

Be Your Shadow: The Wombats

Gasoline: Halsey

I Wanna Be Your Slave: Maneskin

Shanks:

The One that Got Away: The Civil Wars

Atlantis: Seafret

Barton Hollow: The Civil Wars

Mihawk

Seven Nation Army: Postmodern Jukebox

My Heart With You: The Rescues

The Snake: Lana Lubany

Koby (He also gets four, because he deserves only good things, and because Morgan Davies is Aussie like me)

Grieve No More: Patty Gurdy

Siuil A Run: Ella Roberts

Mad World: Jasmine Thompson

Again: Flyleaf

Helmeppo

Fighter: Christina Aguilera

Torn: Natalie Imbruglia

Elastic Heart: Sia

Garp

Sharp Dressed Man: ZZ Top

Under a Violet Moon: Blackmores Night

Billie Jean: The Civil Wars

For the Tropes

Unrequitted Love (My all time favourite thing)

Wrecking Ball: Beth

Can't Help Falling in Love: Tommee Profitt, Brooke

I Found: Amber Run

Comptine d'un autre ete l'apres-midi: Yann Tierson

Derniere Danse: Indila

Only in my Mind: Kenya Grace

Over and Over: Three Days Grace

Broken Pieces: Apocalyptica Lacey

Too Close: Alex Clare

Stupid Heart: Sorana

Enemies to Lovers

FMLYHM: Sether

Closer: NIN

Hella Good: No Doubt

Play With Fire: Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Why'd You Only Ever Call Me When You're High: Arctic Monkeys

For when they give into their feelings:

Surrender: Natalie Taylor

As the World Caves In: Sarah Cothran

Freeze You Out: Marina Kaye

Say Yes To Heaven: Lana Del Rey

For when they give up but feelings are still there

Lose you to love me: Selena Gomez

Liar: Camilla Cabello

Darkside: Alan Walker

Say My Name: David Guetta, Bebe Rexha, J Balvin

Only Love Can Hurt Like This: Paloma Faith

I See Red: Everybody Loves an Outlaw

If you made it this far, thank you. This was a labour of love. Happy listening ❤

[yuelaos-codex]

Wedding Ship Meme

link to template by @heyneon

tagging @bbrocklesnar @alexxmason @captmactavish @onehornedbeast @finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @tao-tgsh @ghastlyrider @captastra and anyone who wants to ✨ no pressure ofc!

Decided to do both ending 2 (my canon) and ending 3 to show how different yet similar the routes are!

++ some rambles/explanations under the cut:

ASCENDANT ENDING

THE PRENUP

this is sending me bc i have this long ass timeline that leads to them signing a prenup:

- astarion ascends, then breaks up with selene bc she didn’t want to become his spawn

- selene comes with karlach and wyll to avernus, but she doesn’t last long (she’s a lover not a fighter 💀) karlach convinces her to go back to faerun. she tells her that she has been on autopilot ever since, and she has not had the time to process the breakup. the constant fighting in the hells was not helping

- hesitantly she goes back to waterdeep, where she learns that she is being summoned back to evereska. she journeys there and gets celebrated as the savior of baldur’s gate. she starts creating songs abt her adventures. somehow, she still felt as an outsider in her family despite getting acknowledgment. she goes back to waterdeep where she feels more at home

- she slowly builds her reputation. the reunion party also happens during this time.

- 3 years pass by. she goes back to baldur’s gate ever since the brain. not as a hero, but as a performer this time 🥳

- they see each other again ever since the party

- zariel arc begins(!) selene recruits astarion (and the gang!) to help defeat zariel. this is where they rebuild their relationship, whatever it was. they make house of hope their homebase

- before the final fight, astarion, desperate and pissed off that selene was not jumping on his advances, propositions (again 😩) to turn her. they get into this massive fight. selene tells him that the only way that they can make this work is to enter a (magical, hell-powered) contract, where he can’t compel her and in return she can’t leave or betray him. astarion, who was planning all along to turn selene into a vampire bride (where he actually can’t compel her) instead of a spawn, agrees to it since the contract was heavily in his favor. BOOM PRENUP. they both sign it. astarion turns her the very same night 💀 they’re basically married at this point

- they defeat zariel yay, slowly take over baldur’s gate while also getting a vacation home in waterdeep while also traveling the world yadda yadda. then they have a wedding despite already being married for years bc why not ✨

THE WEDDING

at this point selene is a very famous singer, and astarion close to becoming the shadow ruler of baldur’s gate. their wedding gets called the wedding of the century— think the royal wedding, imagine the masses crowding on the gates trying to see what’s going on inside 💀 they hold it during the daytime to squash all the rumors of them being vampires. their motif is white and gold, and is heavily influenced by elven culture. selene’s gown’s train is around 20 ft long. their cake is 3 minscs and 8 boos tall. the festivities lasted for DAYS. lots of hedonistic debauchery occurred ehehe

THE SONGS

so i chose songs that had wedding vibes but also toxic when you listen to the lyrics. chemtrails over the county club is about choosing to live in your own safe and comfortable bubble despite the ongoing horrors outside (cue in my snow globe symbolism for them). there’s also this line where it says “it’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up” which makes me feel that there’s still hope in the relationship becoming healthy… eventually 🤡 (i mean, they actually have forever between them). you belong to me is very fitting bc astarion can let her roam the world freely, but ultimately she can’t leave him. (this also aligns with one of the voicelines a!astarion has if tav leaves with karlach to avernus as a spawn— he tells them that he allowed them to go with karlach bc he’s not some “controlling monster”. he could summon tav back beside him if he wanted to.)

SPAWN ENDING

THE WEDDING

as for the spawn ending, at first they want to hold it with just the two of them but then word gets around, and now everyone was excited for the wedding! they didn’t expect so many people would want to congratulate and celebrate with them. imagine 7k+ people wanting to attend 💀💀💀

they hold the wedding reception in the underdark, but made their vows privately under the night sky 🥹😭 MOON AND STAR MOTIF LFG 😭😭😭

THE SONGS

just a quick one: there’s this line in your universe that says “you can thank your stars all you want but, i’ll always be the lucky one” which i think perfectly sums up how he views tav/selene. bc who in their right mind would help a vampire— a monster, let alone give them their blood? only tav/selene. (which also aligns with his voiceline saying “other people don’t have a heart like that. you’re… you. no one is like that.”) ANYWAY ENOUGH RAMBLING THANKS FOR READING 😘

[bandagegirl]

The three cards that i made for @lambdeck !!!

The Seven of Pentacles, the way I interpreted it was for Fortuna to come out on top, to survive and outlive the gods that invaded the lands so long ago, few gods remained to remember a time before the bishops. Fortuna is a patient one and she was rewarded for her patience with the relics corresponding to the bishops, symbolizing their death. I also had to kill off Clauneck and Kudaai to get seven relics to represent the seven pentacles/coins. Whoopsy.

For the King of Cups, I wanted it to represent Midas' struggle of being all alone for thousands of years after sealing away his Golden Gods, especially Fortuna. The blue mug is Midas' mug, with a Fortuna shaped tea spill trying to reach towards the purple mug with Shamura's moon. But the giant pile of sugar seperates the two, representing the Golden Gods asking Midas to seal them away in the wishing well, out of fear of Fortuna and Shamura's relationship putting them all in danger. The golden tea strainer is supposed to resemble the Red Crown's eye due to Narinder's betrayal and banishment coincidencing with the sealing of the Golden Gods, leaving Shamura's mug cracked. Two forks represent two of the Golden Gods. Glühwyrm, the god of Light and Song, was the youngest god in the cave and thus got a fork more reminiscent of a children's fork. Dolos, the goddess of Lies and Rumors meanwhile has a fork I associate with serving meat slices, due to her being a very good hunter, fighter and lover of meat. The peach spoon is just me.

The Four of Cups was very fitting for Advent, whose entire thing is being Incredibly Bored At All times. Even when they're trying out something new in the form of growing homunculi, they still fell asleep, the wax on their horns dripping down. Each of the four jars of homunculi is vaguely based on the four bishops while being still cat-shaped due to being made out of Narinder's severed arms.

[chaotic-zora]

3 and 11 for all three, 8 for Thresh! 14 for Silvyr, and 22 for Nyvor

Thresh

3) What song describes your OC?

Thresh is purely vibes. I often imagine him fighting with this as his music:

Danca Mortal by Helex HH

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Thresh eat, sleeps, and breathes fighting lol. There's around a 70% chance you'll find them in the training field during their spare time, practicing new techniques or trying out different weapons (He's Volca's top warrior!).

He also enjoys weaponeering (designing & planning weapon attacks), and weapon creation, and has gone to the blacksmiths with some wild ideas (Can you tie a blade to the end of my tail? Okay hear me out ....exploding arrow bomb but with daggers. BOOM CARNAGE) most of which.....don't work.

Then there's his shopping addiction. Stressed? He's out buying daggers by the dozen to cope. Thresh alone could support Volca's dagger production. Find a dagger at the bottom of a communal pool? Probably Thresh's. See a pile of daggers in Nyvor's clinic? Yeah he's running out of places to store them. Got a gift from Thresh? Oh how sweet- it's a dagger.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

To be honest I simply wanted an unhinged silly shark who could FIGHT.

Silvyr

3) What song describes your OC:

Hmmm selecting the following for Silvyr's circumstances and choices:

Iron by Woodkid

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Silvyr's ice magic abilities are inspired by Sypha from Castlevania, but in terms of Silvyr themselves I wanted a character who put the safety, health, and happiness of their Domain and it's residents before themselves.

In order to protect their Domain Silvyr forgoed their childhood to train as a knight. This training paid off, and inevitably they became a Captain. Still, it wasn't enough, and to ensure their Domain's safety they made the 100 year lifespan sacrifice to amplify their magic, turning themselves into what many considered a lethal (and slowly deteriorating) weapon.

Then they planned and led a coup against the corrupt royals & nobles to save their fellow zoras from starvation, knowing if they were to be caught it would cost them their life. Even them retiring as a Captain and becoming a diplomat/advisor was a decision made for the benefit of their Domain.

To see their Domain and it's resident thrive brings them unending happiness.

Even when it comes at their own expense.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Oooo this is an interesting one. Silvyr is fairly difficult to rile up, and they currently do not have any rivals.

HOWEVER, Thresh loovesss to test Silvyr's limits. Them taunting each other is basically an integral part of their long standing friendship. They trust each other implicitly but ooooo boy does Thresh get on Silvyr's NERVES sometimes.

Nyvor

3) What song describes your OC?

NO IDEA. Think a soft melody, maybe something instrumental, or about love.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

I wanted a big beefy healer. Someone who looked like they could kick ass but in reality would cry over seeing a spider get squished lol.

Nyvor: It was just doing it's job why would you do that ?!?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

Instant flight, Nyvor is always a lover!

As a medic, Nyvor has sworn an oath to do no harm upon others. He even removed his venom glands to ensure he could never kill someone by inadvertently biting them!

He is considered to be one of the most docile and gentle zoras within the Domain. There is little you can do to insignate his temper beyond harassing his patients and saying something bad about Thresh.

It's been a longggg time since I've drawn Nyvor so here's a current WIP!

[disorganised-bagel]

hi, hello, i am very not normal, so here's which madilyn mei song(s) i think fit each rtc character the most

colour coded for your convenience :) and also i thought it looked pretty

constance - partner in crime. i think it very much gives pre-character-development ocean and constance vibes; "you do the talking, sew up my mouth if i can't keep it closed."

sheep in wolf's clothing could also fit, maybe? potentially?

noel - never the muse. "always the poet, never the poetry", etc etc, he longs to be tragic and stuff. i think it fits?

some lines from little long legs also work; "i wouldn't mind rain, or to only speak solely in poetry quotes or a dance, or a ticket to france"

jane - flesh and bone. i will never shut up about her with this song istg, it fits her so well!! "i wish to live outside this hollowed head of mine, did i exist if i was only ever thoughts?" it just!!

some lines from the chapel could also fit her potentially? "i'm missing a time that i've never known" and "i remember a song, i sung along, but how did it go?" kinda give me jane vibes, idk

ricky - dress like a pirate. instinct was to say the milk carton, because. cats. but i think this works too? the whole escapism/imagining sailing away from your life thing? as well as "don't wanna spread any hate or do much plundering to ya", because he's a lover not a fighter? idk

ocean - one man circus. it's currently unreleased, but i thought the snippet here fit her well enough? (that link doesn't really work but just click through the 'wips' highlights until you see the one that says 'one man circus' at the top)

i was honestly stumped for this one tbh. the hare verse of tho i'm a tortoise could also maybe work? idk. she was the hardest lol

edit: i think good ol' hollywood could also maybe fit her? it's also unreleased, but you can listen here. i feel like the "i had dreams of being something" and just. the whole vibe i think fits ocean? idk

misha - the milk carton. i was struggling to think of one for him, and also ik i said this one for ricky too, but i think this fits? "my brain is still at home, home's far away" and "i had it good, and yet i've left and can't retrace my steps" feel fitting enough? like, about how he left ukraine? idk

oh, oh, also let's be friends (reimagined) maybe? "we know we don't fit, but the screen seems like it could be home" kinda fits?? maybe?? idk please help me lol

[ginger-grimm]

🐱 + Prue? <3

Thank you @daughter-of-melpomene! Also gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs!

If they’re a light or heavy sleeper: Heavy sleeper. Tornadoes could not wake her up. She loves to sleep.

What they would do if they won the lottery right now: Probably set her parents and her grandpa up with a house, secure herself college education and a small house in the future, and donate the rest to charity.

If they have a special item that they couldn’t bear to lose: The first chisel she ever got from her grandfather. She still has it all these years later and still uses it.

One negative personality trait of theirs: She can be a bit too much in her activist mindset sometimes, it comes off a performative.

Their favorite 70s song: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Blue (Sagittarius)

Their favorite comedy movie: Accepted

About one person they’ve lost: Prue actually suprisingly hasn't lost anyone yet.

A quote I associate with them: "Little by little, day by day. What is meant for me, will come my way."

If they’re a lover or a fighter: I would say she straddles the line. She's mostly about peaceful protest but she can get defensive if things turn sour.