#WAAHH need him :(

[dollyfetti]

when u and katsuki get intimate, he makes sure ur both wearing ur wedding rings ‼️

[shaadowmilkcookie]

have a drawing in mind that is both a) going to be extremely hard for me to execute and b) VERY WEIRD. IN GENERAL. DHSJFJDJFBFF. wish me lucckkk!!!!

[sneeg-snag]

at least i have... more time to finish apothy and start prime defenders....

[wendigoruble]

He's A Man Now

[Hurting my own feelings with Sal and Franco]

Everything hurts.

Franco looks at himself in the mirror as he adjusts his bowtie. Getting ready for his afternoon tutoring requires dressing up apparently. At least that's what dad says. His eye and cheek are still swollen, skin mottled in deep bruises. That ache won't go away. His teeth seem to be sitting horribly wrong in his jaw. He runs his tongue along his molars and they're definitely crooked now, a few are even chipped and sharp. He can still taste blood from the cuts on the inside of his mouth. There was so much blood he had swallowed, so much he had to throw up on the spot. The ache in his throat and stomach persists. He hadn't even been able to speak since that night. All he can do is bare it.

He leans towards the mirror and tilts his head to the side. Feeling over the swollen flesh with a flinch and sharp hiss. How can he hide this? How is he gonna explain it to the tutor?

Someone said go to the doctor.

One of the other men in the room suggested an ice pack.

Dad said to walk it off. That's what a man does.

“Hh aawhh…Ff…ffuhhk.” He whimpers.

He stands back up straight and tears well up in his eyes. Maybe they won't ask about it. They can just go on reading Animal Farm or something. Anything that he doesn't need to use his voice for will do. He carefully wipes his eyes before dragging his hands down the lapels of his suit.

Suck it up.

He turns away from the mirror and gathers up what bit of supplies he needs. To his chest he holds a couple notebooks as he leaves his room. Shuffling down the hallway in silence he can hear the far off sounds of chatter, there's some music too. Dad is probably having another meeting. Good. That means he has a better chance at avoidance.

When he gets to the usual tutoring room his teacher isn't there. They're never late. They don't get paid to be late. He walks to the center of the room and sets his notebooks down. His eyes travel the room as if his teacher will just suddenly appear but they don't. He sits down in his usual chair and glances back at the door.

Maybe that chatter was dad talking to them. They'll be in soon. He opens one of the notebooks and doodles on the page in attempts to pass the time.

They'll come in soon. They can read, explain. Give encouragement. He needs that little grain of joy so bad, especially now. That would get him through his whole healing process. He grips the pencil a little tighter in his fist. The longer the deafening silence stretches the more anxious he gets. It isn't until nearly half an hour in that his father walks in.

“There you are.”

Franco's chest tightens and he doesn't look up. He just keeps scribbling but he is indeed listening.

“Come on bambino, you've got work to do.”

There's another long pause and Franco slowly looks up. Meeting his father's eyes he can't hide the look of worry he must have on his face. Sal half smiles and holds out one of his hands as a gesture to urge his son to get up.

“Don't gotta do that schooling no more, not now that you're a man.”

“...Nnh..?” Franco furrows his brows then his eyes widen as he forces out,”No…mmmore..?”

“Mhm, now come on.”

“Buhh.. My…”

That ever familiar feeling washes over Franco. His throat feels tight and dry, his heart feels heavy. Everything hurts even more when his lips twitch into a frown and tears slip over his cheeks, his fists clenched tight. His one ray of positivity is gone.

“Oh don't go starting that shit cazzo. Suck it up.”

That does nothing to quell the emotional swell in his son. He watches as he begins to cry with his mouth falling open in a cry of abject pain and emotional anguish. Sal just sneers with a shake of his head. He even rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Waaah waahhh! Piccola stronza, suck it up! No one gives a damn! Now get u-”

“Shhut!! Up!” Franco snaps as he holds his cheek,”I wa-aahh!! I wanted! This!! I wan- Aahh!!! Waahh!!”

“Oh mio Dio, sei proprio un piagnucolone,”Sal shakes his head,”And I thought you'd be happy for it.”

[everlastingspring143]

Heartbeat

Pairing: Lee Know x reader Genre: angst/comfort A/n: THIS IS SAUR EMBARASSING TO POST WAAHH (>///<) But I hope that if you do decide to read it, you'll enjoy it. I'm trying to improve my writing skills, so feedback would be greatly appreciated hehe~

The cool summer night breeze messes up your hair, playfully teasing you, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You're lost in your thoughts, feet wandering on their own with no destination.

The streets are quiet. It's no surprise - most people are asleep by now. 2AM is not the time to be wandering around the sleeping neighborhood, with dangers lurking at every corner.

But falling asleep seemed impossible - your thoughts were too loud - keeping you tossing and turning, not letting your body to get some much needed rest. Your room became suffocating. So you decided to take a walk outside. Maybe the thoughts will take up a physical form and stay in your house, like a lost ring or key.

But you can't run away from your own mind. As much as you try to calm the chaos happening inside you, it only seems to get worse. You need to cry, but not a single tear forms. It's like you've lost the ability to cry - an action that's so simple, yet seems impossible to do.

It's strange. Babies are born crying, that's the first thing they do when they enter this world. So why can't you? Crying is a part of being human. Does that mean you're broken?

You pull out your phone, taking a picture of the shimmering stars in the sky. Your finger hovers over the send button before you press it. Maybe a distraction will help...

Three dots pop up not even a minute later.

"What are you doing up so late? Where are you?" Not the message you expected.

"I just went out on a walk, I'm near the ice cream shop. But aren't the stars so beautiful tonight? ^ ^" Your fingers type fast. The phone battery shows 3%. You curse under your breath.

"Of course they're beautiful, but you shouldn't be out so late. It's not safe" A sigh leaves your lips.

Your phone dies right when you were typing out a response. A sardonic laugh escapes your lips at the ironic situation. It seems like the world itself wants to make you drown in your own mind.

You walk up to the ice cream shop. It's abandoned now. Three years ago a tragedy happened to it's owner and the shop had to be closed. What was once a place filled with joyful laughter of kids and the heartwarming presence of people is now just an empty building with broken windows.

You sit down on the pavement, pressing your back to the cold exterior wall of the building. Isn't it funny how a building resembles you so much? What once was such a happy child, turned out to be an empty broken adult. Where did it all go wrong?

It's getting cold. Your thin T-shirt does little to warm you up. You close your eyes, giving in to the darkness of your mind.

"Y/N!" A loud voice startles you, but before you can register it's owner, a sudden warmth envelops you. "You idiot! Why didn't you answer my messages?! I was worried!!"

Wrapping his arms around you is none other than Minho. His hair is a mess and he's out of breath.

He stiffens up a bit and pulls away from the embrace to look at you. Something shifts in his gaze. You notice his eyes glisten like the stars.

"Is... Is everything okay?" His voice becomes soft and quiet, a soothing whisper like the warm summer breeze. He treats you like a fragile vase. Unfortunately for him, you are already broken. The tears that spill out at his simple question prove you right.

You clutch onto Minho, his hoodie catching your tears. You feel his hands gently rubbing your back as he lets you cry.

"Shh... Everything's going to be alright. I'm here for you..." His hushed whispering feels like a band aid to your bruised heart.

And then you hear it. The beating of Minho's heart. It's consistent.

You sniffle as his hand gently pats your head.

In the silence that surrounds you, another sound reaches your ears - your own heart's steady rhythm, echoing in sync with Minho's.

Your heart is beating, and a sudden realisation dawns on you.

You're not broken. You may be tired, or bruised, hurt, lost... But you're not broken.

You're alive.

[tohruies]

WAAHH HAPPY TIMEZONE MY LITTLE SUPERSTARS :D i finally had a sweet dream about an f/o after so long SAWBLES 🥺

it was karasu this time who visited!!! i can’t remember many details but we were having a very romantic time together floating down a river of milk in a coconut shell (i think we were pea-sized)… at some point he turned into a sugar cube and in order to get home we needed to trek through a wasteland of giant pigeons who were sensitive to the smell of sugar and so i was tasked with the very important mission of keeping him safe from getting eaten!!! 💪😠 we slipped by undetected yay!! :3 the next part of my dream is a bit obscured but somehow we ended up being regular sized again and hugging in the kitchen as we pan fried. puzzle pieces (like we were going to eat them??? or….. something…) :O

[menofprogress]

I feel such intense protectiveness over the kid versions of our main characters.

Mel is so smart, so compassionate, trying so hard to fit in. Baby ekko is so fucking cute, omg, little man waahh. Pow pow and vi 🥺 and eager little sister cait. jayce has such sweet baby chubby cheeks and viktor, oh baby viktor, i need to protect him so bad, hes so sweet and so lonely nooooooo. 😭😭😭😭

[hopleii]

I heard you wanted requests so here I am (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

You've only written for the karasuno boys so far but I hope you're okay with writing for bokuto!!

I'm sick rn so if I can, I want to request bokuto taking care of reader when they're sick (and possibly failing considering how he's like)

Please and thank uuuu💙

(also don't mind that i accidentally unfollowed you for a sec D: )

bokuto koutarou with sick reader . . .

content: bokuto x gn!sick!reader, not proofread, fluff, mentions of medicine, sickness, etc. silly bokuto, short writing, lmk if i missed some!

a/n: first time writing for bokuto ! :00 thankyou for ur request mwuaah ! sorry it took so long waahh >__< hope ure feeling better noww

it was the end of the day and your boyfriend just got home, bokuto's boisterous laughter echoing throughout the the room. instead of the sweet greetings and hugs you give him, only the sound of occasional sneezes and coughs were present. bokuto's enthusiasm had somewhat dimmed when he saw it was you, his playful self turning (well, attempting) into a concerned caretaker.

"hey..." he says softly as he walks closer to you in the corner of the couch, "you okay there?" his brows furrowed, eyes wide with worry as he examined your current state.

"yeah..just a cold, i think" you managed to voice out with your sore throat, rubbing your neck after you talked.

bokuto puffed out his chest dramatically, he dashed around the room, gathering blankets, pillows, and a plethora of snacks in attempts to make you feel better.

"ta-da! this'll be enough...right? ah, you want anything else? want any drinks i--"

"koutarou..." you mumbled as you draped multiple blankets over your frail body, "i need medicine...and antibiotics.." you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. despite his sometimes simple-minded nature and mood swings.

bokuto ran back to the kitchen and into your medicine drawer to get what you needed, he grinned, placing the medicine on your table. "did you know i read somewhere that laughter is the best medicine?"

you groaned at this, putting a pillow over your face, "where are you going with thi--" you get cut off before his fingers start poking your waist, where you're most ticklish.

a series of laughs escaped your lips, soon followed by dry coughs and groans. "bokuto..."

" 'm sorry, baby." he says before pressing a kiss onto your forehead "feel better soon, okay? " he declared before smiling at you,

throughout the day, bokuto's mood swung from goofy jokes to genuine concern. he brought you extra pillows, made sure you took your medicine on time, and even attempted to feed you soup he made.

and in that moment, as you watched the sunlight filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you realized just how lucky you were to have bokuto by your side.

[subjectsix]

Don't know if you are still taking prompts from that post you made, but I love how you write our boy Simon Arish, something involving the word dissolve maybe?

waahh thank you!! ;u; I absolutely am taking prompts still (and right now am at a point where I'll sort of take them till I stop getting them kjfhdkjhkdfh) I hope you enjoy!

"Simon."

It takes him a moment to recognize his own name. He has to pull himself back out of his head, wrench his eyes up from his cup, let the recognition hit him square between the eyes, and fix his face into a happier expression. Cho's apartment comes back into focus. The rest of his buddies are razzing each other in the living room. Remus is across from him at the kitchen table, thoughtful, searching his face.

"Yeah?" He tries for a smile, and hopes it's more reassuring than it feels. "What?"

"Something up with you, man?"

"Yeah, the fact that you used my first name. That one's usually only employed by ma, or if I've really messed something up. God forbid it's both."

The joke makes him laugh, but Remus finds less humor in it. He just gives him another inquisitive look, then takes up another slice of greasy pizza.

"What?" Arish laughs again, hands out in a questioning disbelief. "I got something on my face? You have a weird dream about me? What is it?"

Remus leans back in his seat, tapping a finger on the table, taking his time to chew through a bite. Arish waits.

"I didn't forget a birthday or upset someone, right?" he asks, a bit more concerned now. "Don't make me so nervous."

Finally, he asks:

"Are you thinking of quitting?"

Arish's stomach drops.

"What?" He hopes his voice comes across more as disbelieving, rather than caught. But he won't lie. "No. Where'd you even get that idea? What do you think I'm gonna do?" Another nervous laugh bubbles out, and he hopes it smooths any worries Remus has. He grabs his beer and takes another drink, wishing it was maybe a little stronger. Remus' stash of whiskey, maybe.

"Cause we've all considered it, after what happened. And there's something different about you. You're good at keeping our secrets, but not your own. Keep getting lost in your head, lingering off on your own. You don't ask for help as it is--"

"Wow, alright--"

"--which is true, because I know you. And that's why I know something's up with you. All I can figure is you're quitting. Am I right?"

Remus waits, eyebrows raised. Arish tries and fails to readjust his shirt into a more comfortable position, or maybe into one that will open a Threshold and swallow him whole.

"No," he says finally. Again, not a lie. "I'm not quitting. I couldn't leave you guys." The biggest truth he knows. Remus leans forward, elbows on the table, pizza discarded on a thin paper plate.

Arish glances over his shoulder at the rest of his squad. They're arguing over something, animated and loud, about 5 minutes away from a noise complaint. Like it's just any other day. Like nothing has ever happened to any of them.

He turns back with a sigh.

"But... I did put in a request for leave. Temporary," he looks down at his slice of pepperoni. Easier than trying to meet Remus' unwavering gaze. "I'd still be in the House, if they approve it. Working security. I've been meaning to tell you guys. Figured one of our get togethers was a bad idea. Don't really want to be the party pooper for that one."

"So you decided to mope around like you're dying instead?"

He's almost offended, until he catches his eye and sees the glimmer of a smile in it.

"C'mon man. Why wouldn't you tell us that? What for, the stress? If you need a break, you need a break. What're we gonna do, kick you out?"

All the tension in Arish's shoulders dissolves. A sheepish smile tries to hide behind the neck of his beer bottle.

"I dunno. What, you guys would let some security staff member pal around at the ranger function?"

"Badass like you? Absolutely. Never thought I'd hear that out of your mouth either. You sell yourself way shorter and give yourself way less credit than every other employee in that place." Remus picks his pizza slice up and tosses it across the table, and it lands and skids across Arish's plate into his lap. "Knock it off."

"These are new pants!" he protests, but it gets a real laugh from him.

"Your fault for wearing them. C'mon man, temporary reassignment? Over here acting like you've been fired, or about to die of some disease. Actually got lycanthropy from the mission or something."

Arish slings the pizza back.

"Hey!" Cho calls out, lounging on the couch. "No food fights in my place. Save that for Guy's bachelor pad or something." Arish gives Remus a grin, moving to join the others, jamming a thumb back toward him.

"Hey, he started it."

one word prompts

[cyberdragoninfinity]

If you are bored and genuinely looking for questions, I’d love to know who your favorite yugioh character to draw is! And/or which Yugioh character do you think has the coolest design?

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION WAAHH i didnt have time to answer while in airport hell but now i can go ham.....

ugh god it's so hard to pick favorites when it comes to drawing ygo characters... every time i draw someone new i find a new way to do a little something with the design and that's a big part of the puzzlebox fun for me. once i get a good stylization going on a character theyre just locked in my brain as a fav to draw lol. THINKING HARD ON IT THOUGH. HMMM i think my top three favorites to draw are:

Yubel: i dont draw them Too often but i always have so so much fun drawing them, they have so many little design quirks that are such a treat to draw. and i love giving them little fangies <3

Aporia: NATURALLY. i must be true to my heart i absolutely love drawing this monster robot angel. I love pushing his monstery traits into something more animalistic and wild. i love getting crazy with his symbolism and motifs. he is probably my Top favorite to draw BIG SURPRISE I KNOW.

this third spot i think changes and shuffles out often depending on whoever happens to be chewing a hole in my brain at the moment. It's definitely Vector sometimes, especially since he ALREADY LOOKS LIKE DANA FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION DREW HIM!!!! and it is also Primo sometimes too i always have so much fun drawing my pitbull. but i also need to be real it may actually be sora of all characters. especially the way i stylize him. little fat kid i love you.

i drew these very fast and without reference if you couldnt tell <3

"Coolest design" is also SUCH A HARD PICK TOO WAAAHHH I LOVE YGO CHARACTER DESIGN SO FUCKING MUCH. LIKE APORIA IS UP THERE AND NOBODY BUT ME CARES. HES GOT BIGASS CLAWS AND FANGS AND HES 9 FEET TALL.

but also. but also. can i say something. i do genuinely think one of the coolest yugioh designs is declan akaba. i have thought this since 2021.

the color palette is so crisp and so nice. he's got such a striking silhouette with his scarf. red glasses swag. his gay little earrings. S-tier to ME!!!!!!!!

[tickly-giggles]

Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️

Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!��

The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.

“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,” 

the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”

“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”

Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,

“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”

Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”

Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.

From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.

“Hizashi!” 

Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.

“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”

Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.

Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right? 

He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”

The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“W-Wait wha–” 

Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,

“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,

“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”

Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet. 

“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”

Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”

The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,

“Just… Please be gentle.”

Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.

“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”

the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,

“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”

Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,

“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”

“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless. 

The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

HELLO ZABEL 🩷 I'm really in the mood to hear MORE about your AU? Trying to knock some of my anxiety away to ask you if there's anything you have put together for Colin or Tracey because I'm trying to pick your brain (WITHOUT YOU TRYING TO SHARE WAY TOO MUCH) about each of these teachers. I'm a very curious creature about Dhmis AUs but 100% share what you want to and don't feel you need to fork every big detail over unless you're willing to! Also I just wanted to say I love you a lot and just know I'll always be here for you if you need me. You mean a lot to me! I've said that billions of times probably but it's good to be reminded! I look up to you a lot and you've made me really happy waahh!!! ilysm/p

Colin, in the original outline for the show, was gonna be the main threes smart computer that both taught them about the internet in one episode and just generally gave information throughout the show, like the courage the cowardly dog computer but nicer.

In the puppet world, Colin is a new and improved protection unit that doubles as your computer, use him for information one moment and have him protect your home the next!

Colin doesn’t have a specific “owner” but he does consider himself the main threes computer, though he often visits Clayhill to see the other teachers

every computer has a self-customized digital world that represents them, Colin’s is pristine and very basic with numbers and floating checker board tiles as Colin doesn’t break from his code, it defines him.

and for his cousin, Tracey, she was meant to be used to regulate Electricity by containing it, though her role in the show is unknown as only a few sketches and a half-finished puppet (before Lesley fixed her up) got done before the show got canned, she now exists in the world as a old unregulated robot.

this causes her to be unstable, when expressing too much of an emotion (mostly happiness), it caused her to admit electricity that causes a shock when its in contact with someone or something

She also doesn’t have water-protection features like Colin so she needs to GEAR. UP. When it rains.

[veiledwinter]

I so didn't mean for this to be this long. I'm sorry, please bear with me.

(Sorry for any spelling errors my English is not perfect)

You ever think gaz would be the type of guy to just one day decide "that's mine" and subtly (idk how to spell) worm his way into your life?

Like, say you've been friends for a long time, but you haven't seen each other in person for years even if you regularly keep in touch. You're not the type of person to post pictures of yourself so when the two of you finally meet up again he's not really ready for it.

Sure, he thought you were pretty before, but the small things you've changed, like the way you do your hair or the way you hold yourself now, have him hooked. He plays the long game, of course, ever the charmer. He is the reliable friend you can go to if you need anything. Feeling lonely? Movie night! Need to vent about work? He's always here for you. Feeling stressed and overwhelmed? He'll be right over to reassure you that everything will work out in the end.

He finds it endearing that you worry about him when he has to leave for work and promises to stay safe. He picks up on your hobbies and interests, the things you love and want and the things that irritates you.

Then, one day, he gifts you a beautiful white dress and tells you that he wants you to come with him to this event his going to as his date.

You, of course, agree. The dress is very extravagant, but you don't comment on it because you love it, and there's really no point making a fuss over something you like.

When you arrive, everyone's so sweet towards you, and they're congratulating you though you don't know what for — you just assume they're being nice or they must be mistaking you for someone else until Kyle makes his way over to you and tells you that you're gonna be late for you own wedding.

You're too stunned to protest because you realize he planned your wedding and invited you to it without you even knowing. And honestly, you're not apposed to it. I mean, where's the harm in marrying Kyle Garrick?

WAAHH, this is my first ask ever, but I really need to spread my Kyle agenda because not a lot of people write for him, and I think that's such a injustice.

ANYWAYS I hope you have a great day! And don't forget to drink water!

OHMYGAWD FIRST ASK EEEEEEE

Anon this is so good like I'm not even sure how to add on to this but I'll try!

Oh yes Kyle and making himself the most important person in your life. I just imagine him putting the wedding together — careful to ensure everything is to your liking, because this is for you.

He's just so enamored with you, he misses your warmth when he has to work and your little rambles about the things you like.

And when the wedding does roll around you're not as apposed to it as you think you should be. I mean, he technically went behind your back and did this without your permission but it's Kyle.

He's so sweet and handsome and patient with you, you find the idea of being his wife more appealing than anything. And really how can you say no when he looks at you like you hung the stars.

[rykno-j]

Ignorance (j/jk)

Summary: a new AC is installed to their shared dorm, and g/eto is (unfortunately) sensitive to the cold temperature

Ship: s/atos/ugu- they sleep together so its pretty established

Notes: i noted s/hoko calls g/ojo and g/eto by their surnames in the anime so i'll be keeping it the same way here.

the fic was just supposed to be g/eto falling sick due to the temperature, but it took a turn at the end where g/ojo experiences what a cold is for the first time.

3.2k words.

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"Waahh- It feels so much better in our room now.. Seriously, why didn't we ask for this sooner?"

"We never needed it before, it never used to be this warm."

"Ahh, ah yeah. It's because of global warming."

Geto opened his mouth to argue that it was due to them sleeping huddled together, buried in each others embrace that caused the heat, but he decided to keep quiet.

Satoru has recently invited him to sleep over permanenly, and after a few weeks, they decided to send in a request for an aircon.

In all honesty, Geto was fine with the temperature. But Gojo would wake up and complain about the heat, ending their hug. Geto was getting annoyed with it.

So now it whirled overhead.

Geto had not been able to sleep well, he admits this to himself only. He had never been too good with low temperatures, with the way his nose would start to run and with the way an itch would form at the back of his increasingly dry throat.

Tonight was no different. Despite being under the blanket and cuddled from behind, Geto found himself shivering.

It wasn't violent enough to wake Gojo up, though. Geto doubted anything would wake the other up anyway. They had tired each other out after a whole night of activity, the weight of Gojo's fingers still somewhat lingering over his wrists.

Geto stares at the small green light of the aircon. Too cold. It was way too cold.

He inhales sharply as gojo hugs him tighter from behind. Right. Satoru had a habit of doing that.

Unfortunately, the wave of cold air that entered his lungs was quite unwelcomed. Geto could feel it tickling his airways.

"..hih-N'Gxt!!"

He didn't remember it being this bad the first day the aircon got installed. It had to be his lack of sleep. More than that, his throat had been uncharacteristically dry since a few days ago

Geto swallowed as a way to test the waters. No pain. He was fine, at least for now.

Pulling the blanket up to his chin, Geto exhaled, feeling the warm of his breath against his cheek. He's fine.

Morning rolled around much faster than he had anticipated.

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"Ohayo Suguruu--"

Geto felt Gojo rubbing his head against his chest, bright blue eyes staring straight at him. He looked so endearing like this, Geto couldn't help but place a kiss on his forehead.

"Ohayo, Satoru.."

His voice had come out scratchier than normal, but he was sure it was overlookable due to it being early in the morning.

Gojo leapt out of bed, stretching himself awake. His hair poked out of his head from all different directions. To that, Gojo quickly ran a hand down his scalp.

Geto smiled to himself. Waking up like this everyday was pure bliss. Now if only he wasn't as tired as he was..

"Suguruu- c'mon, we need to go for our morning run before Sensei comes for our throats again."

Not waiting for Geto's response, Gojo takes off his shirt, bending over to dig through the drawers for his school track uniform.

Geto watches from where he was, still lying down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Satoru looked so damn good just by doing absolutely anything.

"Suguru? Aren't you getting up? We have to go."

"Mm, I'll catch up later.. wna lie down a little bit more."

"Ehhh..? Something wrong? Did I tire you out too much last night?" Gojo looked over to him, slight mirth in his eyes.

"Yeah, exactly that."

"Ahh, I'm sorry, heheh." (he was not sorry). "I'll see you at the track then. Half an hour max, alright? You need to run at least a round to make it convincing."

"Mm.."

Gojo turned to leave the room, before he changed his mind, scrambling over to where Geto was, leaning over to press a kiss against his temple.

"Okayyy, byeee-♡"

Geto huffed to himself. Seriously, who was the older one here? Still, he would do anything for the other. Anything.

"..hiH' hitchh-w!! hah'tzchh!!"

Anything. Even at the expense of himself.

Geto knew sooner or later he would come down with something. He always did, whenever the temperature got a little low. During the winter seasons, it was absolute hell. But at least he could dress warmly then.

In their shared dorm? Not so much.

"..hAH'dZzchh!! ..snff-"

The back of his wrist was already coated with a layer of mist. Nothing he couldn't handle. Some sleep would get rid of it, he was sure.

Geto blinked at the green light of the air-conditioner. He should.. he should really switch that off..

Curling into the warm pocket of space that Gojo had left behind, Geto drifted off once again.

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"Suguru- SUGURU-!!! Oiii, I thought I told you half hour max?!"

What was going on?

Geto was shaken awake, bright light invading his eyes as he opened them. The warm blanket around him was then yanked off roughly. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Satoru-"

"QUICK! HE'S GOING TO MAKE US CLEAN THE STOREROOM AGAIN!"

Geto felt his wrist being pulled as he was lifted off the bed. Another tug sent him flying out of the room, Gojo pulling him towards the shared bathing area.

He felt cold water splash onto his face.

"?!"

"Water. We have to make it convincing that you ran a few laps." Gojo stepped back, analysing him for awhile. "Alright. You look tired enough to pass, let's go, quickly!"

"Satoru.. I'm still in my sleepwear.."

"Heh? ..Eh?? EHHH-!!"

Gojo led him into the courtyard after a quick change of clothes. The sun had barely started to rise. Added with the consistent evaporation of the water on his skin, Geto couldn't help the light quivers that ran down his frame.

Really.. every morning with Satoru was sure to be an entertaining one, albeit tiring.

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Lunch was no different, say for the dull throbbing that had started to form throughout his head. Beside him, Gojo was talking on and on about how ugly his piece of lettuce looked.

"Shoko-!! I'm telling you! It looks juuust like the curse we exorcised last week. This part is its arms, here's the head.. Suguru- oi Suguru, it looks like it, doesn't it?"

Geto felt a jab to his rib.

"What-?" (his voice broke)

"It looks like it, right? Right?"

"Mm, yeah, yeah it does.." What was Satoru on about this time?

"See?!!" Gojo leaned back happily, waving the food item in front of Shoko, who looked extremely unamused.

Geto stared at his own tray. Inbetween closing his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying not to sneeze, he swore he had eaten more than what was left on his plate.

There was still time before the next lesson. If he took a rest now, his body might just make it in time. With that, he stood up.

"I'm going back first."

"Hahh? Suguru- I thought we were supposed to play basketball later?"

"Mm, yeah. I'm going to go get ready first."

Gojo flashed him an OK! symbol before he turned back to the table.

Now it was just a matter of how long he could keep up this guise.

Geto slid open the doors to the dorm, a wave of cold air 'welcoming' him. If he hadn't been gripping onto the door frame, Geto was sure his knees would have given way.

Shit. With their hurry this morning, they had forgot to turn off the aircon. Geto swears that if he pours water on the floor, it was going to freeze over.

The controller. Where was it? He had to turn this monstrosity off.

Geto fumbled through the mountain of Gojo's belongings on the table. Seriously, Satoru had to learn how to tidy up after himself.

Admist the searching, Geto accidentally knocks off one of their long metal rulers, and it hits the floor with a loud clang.

There goes the rest of his headache.

Finger pressed against his temple, Geto gave up looking for the controller. He wouldn't be surprised if Gojo had accidentally stuffed it into his school bag, which was currently on his person.

Well whatever.

Geto pulled open the cupboard with an effort, pulling out a few of his thicker jackets meant for winter. Throwing them onto the bed, Geto joined them shortly.

He would keep them before Satoru came to bug him for the game of basketball. He would keep them before- before..

Geto's eyelids felt heavy. He'd finish that thought later.. later.

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Back at the lunch table:

"Gojo.."

"Mm?" He pauses mid-bite. "What is it?"

Shoko sighs, playing with the lighter between her fingers. "You need to be a lot more sensitive, you know that?"

"Sensitive? You mean to cursed energy? My eyes already do that, don't worry."

"Idiot. I meant that you should be more sensitive to Geto."

"..Suguru? My eyes can tell apart his cursed energy from others."

Shoko sighs again, pressing her lighter onto the table. "Not that."

"Then? You mean I should be less rough with him when we-"

"Not that! I Do Not want to hear about that!"

Gojo smirks. "Alright, alright."

"..Anyway, didn't you notice anything wrong with him?" Shoko says instead.

"Mm? Ah.. I guess Suguru hasn't insulted my intelligence today."

"That's why I'm doing it right now."

Gojo feigns hurt as Shoko pulls out a cigarette.

"Cutting to the chase, Geto seemed barely able to stay awake just now."

He supposes she does have a point. Suguru had been exceptionally sluggish today, but he was sure it was nothing to be worried about, nothing a sugared drink can't fix.

"..Seriously Gojo, didn't you notice how tired he looked when he left the table?"

In all honesty, he had not.

"..So, do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Gojo sheepishly looked away as Shoko shot him a look that screamed "you suck!"

"I'll go check on him."

"Mm, thank me later."

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In the hallway:

Gojo made his way quickly to their dorm. Now that Shoko had mentioned it, he couldn't get it out of his head that something had indeed been up with the other.

Firstly, what was up with that whole 'sleeping-in' episode? He knew for a fact that Suguru was always the one chasing him to get changed and leave.

And Geto hadn't asked him to stop playing with his food during lunch, not once. Even though he was normally the one who ensured that Gojo's food actually made its way into his mouth.

Not to mention leaving the table alone. Suguru almost never went anywhere without him.

Picking futher, Gojo remembers how tired Geto looked in the morning, as if he didn't get a wink of sleep.

Had he really not noticed before?

Thinking about it now would do him no good. Steadying himself, Gojo slides open the door.

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"Suguruu- are you there?"

Even in the dim room, Gojo could make out the mess of blankets on their bed. He could hear Geto's shallow breaths. They sounded.. rough.. for someone who was supposedly asleep.

Something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Suguru said he was heading back to the dorms to get changed for basketb- oh. Oh of course. How could he have been so dense? The other had probably said that in an attempt to escape the lunch table.

Gojo closes the door behind him, afraid the light from outside might wake Geto up. He clenched his fist. Open, close, open.

Dammit.

How was he supposed to approach the other?

Gojo had never been in a situation like this before. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Suguru. His flow of cursed energy was stable, though muted. But that normally happened when he was asleep.

What was wrong, then?

As Gojo neared the bed, he saw the edge of the blanket get tugged upwards.

He reached over, tugging the blanket back down.

"Suguru, are-"

His eyes widened.

Gojo remembers how his teachers would drill into his head the concept of "searching for signs of curses using their residuals" when he first joined Jujutsu High.

Of course, he could already do that naturally with his six eyes.

But this. This was something else entirely.

What he saw in front of him was not something that would ever have been written into any mission handbook.

Gojo's eyes traced over what was presented to him when Geto looked at him hazily, as if he just woke up from restless sleep.

Cheeks flushed.

Eyes unfocused.

Nose tinted pink.

Small quivers in the fingers gripping the blanket.

"Sa-toru..?"

And when he spoke, it was as soft as ever, with an added edge of roughness that made Gojo's heart run laps around his ribcage. His voice sounded like a running river that had flowed over a particularly rocky path.

If residuals showed signs of curses in the area, what did these show?

Gojo reached out gently. He wanted to know, needed to know.

"Sugu-"

Before he could finish the sentence, however, Geto turned sharply to the side.

"..hh' w-wait.. I.. hH'gNxXt!! ..hAH'nGxt!! .. snff-!! ..m'sorry.."

"Aahh- no. It's okay- are you okay?" Gojo felt his voice catch in his throat. He had never seen Geto like this before. It scared him.

But a part of him subconsciously made his hand move to Geto's neck, pressing in softly.

He was warm, extremely warm.

In an attempt to help, Gojo tugs the blanket off Geto's body.

"..Suguru, you're going to give yourself heatstroke, take the jackets off.."

"N-No, you don't g-Hh'!! ..get it.. it's c-chH'!! hah'Ngxtt!! hih'dNxggt!! hH'gNxx-chh!! ..it's cold.."

"It is?" A genuine question.

Gojo turned to the messy table, digging through the mess of papers and unopened sweet packets. When he came up with nothing, Gojo turned to another messy pile on the floor.

"Why didn't you just say something?"

Geto watched as Gojo fished the remote out from under a discarded mission file.

The aircon went off with a beep, leaving behind a sudden dense feeling in the air. The shift in pressure placed a fuzzy feeling in Geto's sinuses.

"..hh'nGx-tch!! hH'gNxxt-iw!!"

Gojo tilted a curious head in his direction.

"Why are you still sneezing? I turned it off."

Geto shot an annoyed glance at him. "That's n-not ..hH-! ..h'Ngxt!! ..not how colds work."

"Oh." Gojo replied, dumbfounded.

"..Do you even know what that is?"

To that, Gojo nodded. "Yes, but I was told that colds are a sign of weakness, that I shouldn't get them, because I'm supposed to be the strongest, so I don't have much experience with them."

"Who told you that..?"

"The people who raised me, of course."

Geto was suddenly glad that they no longer had a hand in raising his friend. Seriously, driving these thoughts into the head of a child was wrong, even if said child was the bearer of two of the most broken abilities.

"Anyway.." Gojo continued, "Suguru, you sure it's a cold? You're strong too, so I didn't think you could.. get colds."

Geto sighed. One step at a time, it seems.

"Everyone can get them."

"Ah, really?"

"..Surely you've gotten a fever before?"

"Fever?"

Geto sighed again, reaching out to grab Gojo's hand, pressing it against his forehead.

"Tryna tell me how hot you are?" Gojo smirks slightly. "Seriously though, isn't that because you've literally dressed yourself for winter?"

He points at the jackets Geto had sitting around him.

Geto exhales slowly from his mouth. Just how was he going to explain this?

"..When someone falls sick, they get a fever, and that makes them feel cold, because of the difference in temperature between the body and the surrounding air."

"..Then why didn't you just turn the aircon off just now?"

"Because I couldn't find the damn remote through all the mess!" After raising his voice slightly, Geto turns away to cough softly into his fist. Ah, he shouldn't have done that.

Next to him, Gojo reaches for the half empty bottle of water across the table before uncapping it, passing it to the other.

For someone so seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him, Satoru was surprisingly considerate at times, Geto notes with a smile.

"That doesn't explain why this is all pink though," Gojo says suddenly, stepping up so he can press a finger to the very tip of Geto's nose.

"Sa-hH'!! hIH'dZtcHH!! haH'EhkshH!! ..Satoru! Don't..dohH'!! ..hi'tgNxtt!! ..don't do that.."

"So that's how your sneezes sound like without you pinching them away!"

Geto froze in place. Ah.. the fit had set on so quickly that he didn't have time to stifle. He hadn't even realised. A blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"Seriously though, why do you always do that?"

Geto looked away, hoping the flush wouldn't deepen. "It's not.. well, it's not-"

"..Everyone does it, right?" Gojo interrupted. "Just like you told me everyone can catch colds, everyone sneezes too, so why are you so shy about it?"

"..Well yes, but using that same logic, you won't just change your clothes in front of anyone, would you?"

Gojo went silent for awhile, as if he was contemplating something deeply. Seconds later, he turned to Geto with a small smile.

"So I'm special then!"

"Hm?"

"Because you sneezed in front of me."

Before Geto could calm himself down enough to give an answer, Gojo bent down, pressing his lips gently against the edge of Geto's eye.

"Suguruu, was the aircon really bothering you that much? You've got eyebags."

"Mm."

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Gojo asks again.

"..You were enjoying it, so I thought I'd-"

"Sacrifice yourself for me??"

"..It's not that dramatic, Satoru."

"Yeah but still," Gojo pouts a little before speaking. "I would have suffered through the heat for you."

Yet again he proves to be considerate. How was he to respond to that?

"But then you always.. always-" ..always break the hug when it gets too hot. Geto catches himself before the rest of that sentence slips out, but the other seemed to get its implication.

"I didnt want us to wake up all sweaty, that's all. But if you're okay with it, I won't let go."

Geto opened his mouth in an attempt to deny the fact he liked being hugged, but Gojo quickly circled around to his side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Geto's temple.

"I heard sleep helps to make colds better."

"That's what I was trying to do before you barged in and tugged my blanket off."

"Heh, a consequence of moving in with me."

"Mm. I'm not backing out, though."

"Hah! As if I would let you do such a thing."

Geto couldn't help the soft laugher that escaped him, even if it made him bend over with a light coughing fit.

"Alright alright.." Gojo said, patting Geto's back gently. "Take off the damn jacket, I wna hug you."

"..As you wish."

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The rest of the day was spent lazily in bed, with Geto occasionally waking up just to dissolve into rapid fits that left him exhausted and clinging onto Gojo for comfort.

Seriously, if colds made Suguru this touchy, he wouldn't mind helping the other through a few more.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

Filling up plot holes: the teacher cancelled lessons for the rest of the day, since it was hand-to-hand combat. with geto sick and gojo having no partner to spar with, the lesson was postponed. that's why satosugu could just stay in bed. ofc, they would have either way.

Yeah gojo caught geto's cold after this, and experienced his first sick, yay!

Sorry for the once again plot>snz fic, but that's normally how my stuff goes

Also at the beginning of the fic i wonder if anyone got the global warming reference hahsvagj

tysm for reading agshhs

-- 2 weeks to Shibuya --

[obscureother]

✨ + 🎁 for selfship ask gush!!

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thx u thx u, waahh :0

for those who want to play or reblog themselves: the f/o gush ask game :0

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we will use the wheel of f/o fate to decide who gets the answer uvu

woah no way you wont believe this: . . we got the secret f/o. 🥞

F/o's skills ✨: omg i have to say, probably his work of running around so much. he holds a big job in a little town, and a lot of those townsfolk demand his attention all the freaking time. . i wouldnt be able to juggle so much as he does. i wish i could multitask and feign happy business man as much as he could for my own sake, but my man is absolutely rockin'. he breaks character a little sometimes, but who wouldnt? so much stress on him all the time, having to organize a whole festival or make sure every single person is accounted for, and his town is small. . but thats still over hundreds he has to keep in line, keep in check, juggle miniscule tasks for on a personal level because everyone needs "his" help (they dont, they could ask anybody. they just really like him or think he knows everything. you would wonder how they were making it that long before.)

truly admire the guy, he goes nonstop and cant even sleep because he's a ghost rkdnnf- dont be workaholics, gang, but he manages things very well for what he's given.

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For this one, i had to spin a couple of times for those who either have given or ive thought of things they would give at some point, but the wheel of f/o fate said this:

. . BARRY :D

Gift from f/o 🎁: oh, he gets her stuff all the time. probably the best one to spin tbh for how much stuff he steals gets for her :0 perhaps one of my favorites to think of in terms of gift giving. s/i 1 gets given lots of trinkets in his style, some of which i found in-person and connected him to such as Barry's Hat™ and little studded bracelets!! he gives her little chained things, various leather pieces, helps her find clothes like his that arent ridiculously expensive (because hot topic is, but the dumpster behind it isnt). if its not things to match his style, he gets her little knick-knack things like fidget things he finds (cos bb wont stop playing with his chains and tassels and studs and rjdjfnfnfb-), HOT WHEELS, he gets her hot wheels guys. but he also gets ACTUAL HOT RODS that he gets a hold of to ride. for her sake he returns it later. . because he probably didnt exactly ask permission, but he doesnt need her to think about that. he likes cars, she likes cars, what could possibly go wrong :)) ??

. . and then he scares her in a road race one time-

[fairycourts]

hi zeze!!!!!!! i’m so sorry it took me some time to come say hello on your new bloggie—i needed to pass along a little housewarming gift that tartaglia wanted to give to you :3 he says it’s not much, but he hopes you can accept it & of course all the love stored in his heart for you!!! (*^o^)／🌼💖

waahh i hope this change in scenery is treating you well! you already have made this place so welcoming and cosy by being your beautiful and kind self—i am so excited for this era!!!!!!! sending you lots of love and joy as always 🥰

COCO I'M ALSJFAJDFSLKAJDFLKJASJ ?!?!!?!?!?!? WAHHHHHHH

this is such an amazing gift I'm !!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU! I have been squealing over this every time I open my inbox ever since you sent this ask in. he is so CUTE I adore how you drew him! his little eyes and eyebrows hehehe he looks so excited >u<

please do not apologize!! this is a wonderful housewarming gift wahhhh thank you sooooo much!! I am eagerly accepting the flower!

and your wishes are so kind, I'm definitely enjoying my time on this new blog a lot! having you and so many friends join me here makes it even better. I hope you had a wonderful weekend, Coco, and may this next week treat you well! <3