#addition: the answer is yes

[what-the-fuck-khr]

Takeshi, Hayato. Squalo, Bel, Kyoya, Mukuro and Fran had artwork for Maru Kuji released as well!! the first set here

again: please open the photos for better quality I promise it’s better than what Tumblr shows y’all

[daguerreotyping]

Will you take Beef, carte de visite of a very courteous kitty circa 1865

[seiwas]

hello sel!!! hru doing??

The ask game is super fun! How about Gojo + vindictive.

I hope u hv had a lovely day 🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon hello!! thanks for sending in a prompt!! i'm doing good 🥺 spending this lil vacay at home, mostly 🥺 and happy to be back writing 🥺 i hope you have the loveliest weekend 💗

contains: non-canon, childhood enemies to lovers (ish), (modern) arranged marriage, reader wears a braid and dresses

gojo + vindictive

you hate gojo satoru. you have ever since you were 5.

he's a bully―a real cocky one at that, with no regard or remorse for how his actions affect those around him.

on the day before your 6th birthday, right as your parents gathered together for the annual countdown, he gobbled up the entire plate of your favorite milk cakes before you could even take a bite. this marked the start, the beginning of a vengeance stewing inside of you.

at the age of 8, when you first learned how to do your own braids, he would tug at them, pull them free and unravel all your hard work for the past hour. you used to chase him for it, yell "satoru!" with all the strength your little lungs could muster and he would merely laugh and run faster.

the name "satoru," you've learned, must be synonymous with "sabotage," because it's all he's ever done. he threw the flower geto suguru handpicked for you straight to the ground, and purposely splashed gutter water all over the white dress you intended to wear on your first date.

not to mention, he's always rubbed in the fact that he's better than you, at everything―dangled all his accomplishments in front of you as if he knew they were just centimeters out of reach.

gojo satoru is solely responsible for tainting your childhood memories a miserable cerulean blue.

so, when your parents sit you down one day and tell you that you'll have to marry him, you feel transported in that moment, to each and every instance gojo has ever wronged you. it flips through your mind like a montage of flashbacks in a movie.

it's both surprising and not. your families have always been partners, in everything―business, education, and now you guess, life as well. you hate gojo's guts but this creates an opportunity you don't think can result from anything else.

so, sure, you'll agree to the marriage―only to make his life a living hell.

"hello, fiancée," he greets you, for the first time since the agreement.

you don't do anything to hide your disgust, face scrunching up as you spit out, "shut up, satoru."

the wedding planning is horrendous―at least, you hope it is for him. you pick out every single cake flavor you know he hates and choose the brightest venue possible for the event. the lights you pick for the afterparty are strobe lights, and you make sure to do multiple test runs just to play with his eyes. it doesn't occur to you that the solution to his light sensitivity is simple: just a plain pair of shades.

you wear plumping lip gloss on your wedding day, just so his lips burn when you have to kiss him. but gojo is either extremely numb or just good at faking it, because all he does is grin as he whispers quietly before parting, "spicy."

in preparation for your married life, you create a ledger of some sort―a book of accounts housing every single thing gojo has done wrong. you write down your plans to get him back for each of them, a list of pranks and inconveniences to make him regret ever messing with you all those years ago.

at half a year of marriage and 25 years of knowing each other, he casually tells you the big "i love you," but you're sure he doesn't mean it. you tell yourself your heart is racing from how infuriating his existence is; at how stupid his face looked when he'd said it. not anything else and most especially not the little dimple on his cheek that shows itself every now and then.

(you didn't know it yet then, but he'd found the ledger you kept and read through it all. the one-year plan, the three-year plan, the five, and so on. and it does nothing but strengthen how he feels about you, since he was 6, 14, and a few years ago at 24.

it's at your third year of marriage that you find out―how gojo's known all this time, but more importantly, how there were reasons behind every single instance you thought he was out to ruin your life.

with intelligence far beyond his age, gojo has always preferred the company of adults more than children. at age 6, he would listen in on conversations his mother had with her friends, roughly comprehending complex worlds with the simple ones he understood. someone had mentioned something about their daughter being allergic to milk. and so, when your birthday came up and all he saw were milk treats, he gobbled them all up in an effort to make sure you wouldn't be subjected to an adverse reaction―even though you were far off from any dairy allergy.

what he was sure of, however, was that you were severely allergic to bees. and when he spotted one perched right on the buttercup stem geto handed you, he had no choice but to smack it right out of your hand and down to the ground, stepping on it too, for good measure.

and, okay, maybe he was a little naughty for tugging at your braids when you'd just spent all that time doing them, but he always liked how they flowed into waves when they unravelled; how you'd chase him afterwards, angry but so, so pretty.

if there's one moment gojo will consider real sabotage, though, it's that date he stopped you from going to. like there was any way he was going to let another man see you dressed like that. he isn't nice that way. when gojo wants something, he's not sharing, and the sight of you in white―that was meant to be his and only his.)

[betweenblackberrybranches]

I noticed for the rlgl au the boys seem to have eyelashes when at work, and none at home, do they wear make-up or have other ways to fancy up for work?

They help eachother put on the makeup before work! Its special makeup made for robots (stays well on silicone and metal) that is reflective and plays with the light emitted by their eyes! Imagine something really iridecent!

[fell-e]

*Note that this mini event takes place in the future, years after the character's have graduated and left Night Raven College. Lydia and Silver have two kids by the time they get married, Ryuumi (their adopted son, age 6) and Momo (their biological son, age 4) They live in Briar Valley (specifically in the house Lilia raised Silver in), with Lilia visiting/staying over often (he basically lives with them lol ♡)*

You open your mailbox one morning to find a letter, wrapped in twine and wild flowers. Your name was written neatly on the front, with small drawings in crayon surrounding it (done by a child). Inside the letter was an invitation, inviting you to a joyous occasion.

Lydia and Silver are getting married, and you're invited! ♡

The wedding and reception will be held outdoors, in the woods near their home (essentially their backyard lol ♡). The wedding will have chairs on each side of the aisle for guests to sit, decorated in soft pinks, blues, and gold (alongside the natural plant life). The reception will have tables and chairs, along with a dance floor and buffet (that will be catered).

Since this mini event takes place in the future, think of this as a fun opportunity to imagine what your OC and OC x Canon's future will be like! Maybe they're married, or have kids of their own? Or maybe they're separated, and have a reunion at the wedding?? 👀👀👀

Is your OC attending as a guest, or are they part of the wedding? Like a bridesmaid, or groomsman, or even being Lydia's hairstylist for the day! It's up to you ♡

There's no dress code/requirements either! It's moreso what you think your OC / OC x Canon would wear if they got invited to a wedding (or were apart of a wedding party!) ♡

Once people start responding to their invitations (whether it be with art, writing, etc) I'll write some scenarios to go along with it, and tag you when it's posted ♡

Thank you! ♡♡♡

"Jamil, look! A wedding invitation...!"

[addynosketchpad]

"My brothers tell me they're HUGE baguette fans!"

[derelictheretic]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman and @kyberinfinitygems Ty Ty <33

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

QUICK FACTS

full name: heather lucille valentine

height: 5' 2"

age: 30

gender: the only woman ever (in her opinion)

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

PROS:

🥀 will shower you in gifts (from a key chain to a condo it depends on her mood and how much she wants u)

🥀 will bring you the hearts of your enemies on a silver platter and a nice floral arrangement (better than anything John can do if u ask her)

🥀 makes you feel like the most important person in the world (love bombing? Heather? nooooooo.....)

🥀 will throw the best birthday parties (mostly catered to her taste but the food will be your favourites)

🥀 she's hot, look at her. She takes pride in being eye candy!

🥀 literal ride or die she will make sure u never get caught

CONS:

🥀 obsessive if she actually likes you and isn't just using you to fill up time (She does not like sharing but she doesn't mind a competition, as long as she wins anyway—)

🥀 emotionally and mentally unstable, don't do anything she perceives as betrayal and you'll be fine :)

🥀 hypocritical and contradictory but will openly gaslight you about it and go in circles until you let it go <3

🥀 kinda on the run from a few warrants but it's whateverrr

🥀 might call you the wrong name in the beginning, on multiple occasions—sometimes on purpose just to mess with you

🥀 literal ride or die also a con bc she will take u down with her <3

no pressure tags: @deputyash @megraen @killyourrdarlingss @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @firstaidspray @florbelles @henbased @i-am-the-balancing-point @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @voidbuggg @wewillryesagain @clicheantagonist and the person reading this <3

[katyspersonal]

You should stop slopping your drama into people's reblogs. No one cares, and you're the problem.

you: No one cares

also you: *cared so much that your butthurt forced you to send me this message instead of just rolling your eyes and moving on*

[tonguetyd]

hands, you say?

The way I literally wrote that post with Vessel’s hands in mind. They’re just. They’re very nice hands. Especially with the rings? They’re so lovely.

And then bonus ii and iii?!?! Oh we love to see it even more. In fact:

I just migrated from Snapchat to tumblr in the span of a month. Seasons change, people don’t, or whatever Pete Wentz said.

ALSO. WHILE I’M HERE. We always talk about how big Ves’s and iii’s hands are but I am SO glad you included ii up in here because MAN’S HANDS ARE SO BIG. “He’s just a lil guy, we love our tiny k-“ your tiny king has GIGANTIC hands. Those are drummer hands that have been altered from years of playing and I. They are very big. And very nice. And I love the close ups that people get of them because they are just. They’re really neat.

Anyway. Hands. Yes. Glad you agree.

[iniziare]

I'm exhausted after moving too much stuff from one apartment to another, only to have to do it all again on the 18/19th, christ, insanity, spite, whichever one— save me. Thank god that'll be it for at least 6 months to a year and a half (though I still have a sinking bad feeling in my gut that my bad luck will resurface one more time tomorrow, because it has continuously done so, but at this point I think I have the energy/will of spite incarnate on my side). But any way, I was reluctantly unpacking while she came up in a conversation— Yelan that is, and I wanted to write down a little thing that i feel like I've known about, but never properly had it settle in my head, until looking something up on Reddit. I'll elaborate on it one day, but for now, I just want to note it down:

Yelan's ancestor was most certainly some sort of thaumaturge. This was noted repeatedly in the Perilous Trail portion of Liyue's Archon quest. Now before noting the quotes where this is made evident, let me grab the Oxford dictionary for a second as to define what a thaumaturge is (as baseline, as Genshin has its own little sets of laws): “A worker of wonders and performer of miracles; a magician.” Ergo, this essentially indicates pretty specifically that her family has some sort of magical lineage.

Basis for this? Archon Interlude Chapter, Act 2, “At Tunnel's End, Light”, Yelan first states the following tidbit of information, and I will bold the extra important bits to pay attention to::

Yelan: This information was left by a thaumaturge called Boyang... who, as you know, is the missing ancestor that I came here to investigate. Paimon: All this information... it was left by your ancestor? Yelan: Hundreds of years ago, two of my ancestors, brothers, were gifted the Fantastic Compass by someone of great importance. They brought this device to The Chasm and joined the war against the monsters of Khaenri'ah. Yelan: They set out together, but only one of them made it back... minus his sanity. Xiao: ...Karma. Yelan: Correct. One possibility is that when they fought alongside Bosacius, they were tainted by his karma. Neither of them had Visions, so they wouldn't have been able to resist its effects for very long.

This specifically indicates that this 'thaumaturgy' that Boyang is said to have had is entirely unrelated to any Visions, as she states that neither of them had one. Now, to finish this off with, Yanfei says the following towards the end of the quest, just before the famous ending cutscene:

Yanfei: Only when a mortal and an adeptus combine their powers can the Fantastic Compass be fully activated. Yanfei: I'm a mix of human and adeptus, so the fact that the Fantastic Compass responded to me shows that the system is still functional. Lucky for us, we also happen to have a full adeptus and a human with training in the magic arts.

Does this essentially confirm that Yelan is a thaumaturge as well to some degree? Yes, it would seem so— which is what I then relegate her 'clan' to be tied to. More to come on this in the future? Yes, most certainly.

[tieflinglich]

i do think its fucked up to see actual arguments on here about how AI is good, actually, and if you think calling someone out for using AI and then blaming some sort of disability on it then you are an inherently horrible person. like yeah.

AI generated content is based on theft from tons of artists across the world due to scraping from the internet. it is bad. even ignoring any of the environmental effects, it is a horrible fucking thing to just rip apart the efforts of your peers in order to spare yourself a bit of time because you want to make a product but don't want to put in the effort. and trying to spin it as 'oh poor artist has a disability, they cannot create art, how dare you expect them to hurt themselves for your petty moral argument' ignores the tons of actually disabled artists who actively work with their bodies in order to create content that they are proud of.

it feels like instead of actually listening to anyone you're just willing to throw disabled artists under the bus because you want to make the most amount of money with the least amount of effort.

[despairforme]

Do your eyes do this.

Maybe....

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Dark 4halo thought of Forever keeps trying to drug badboyhalo by slipping pills into Bad's food and drinks, it's gotten to the point of where Bad doesn't like of accepting food from anyone and has to go out and scrounge for food but Forever somehow (maybe with federation workers) begins to remove or spray down available gardens with more of the cucurucho drugs basically driving Bad to go further and further out to find food and eats less and less. Or Forever tires to slip pills into Bad's auto feed backpack kkk sorry the dark thoughts are strong

no no no it's dark 4halo day today no need to apologize for sharing fandom thoughts i explicitly asked for ! you're all good! but. GOD imagining a universe where the feds + forever go so far as to spray all the available food sources... the island would be an actual hellscape. absolutely terrifying. picture bad one of the last few people on the run who has not had That Fudging Drug and he could run even further. but his friends are there. and this isn't forever. this isn't his friend. they're all fucked up and bad has nothing better to do than to try to save him. which results in him accepting a dinner invitation where forever gets more and more agitated about bad not eating anything (but he's drinking a LOT of his own alcohol) until forever tries to pull a romantic little "let's feed each other :D " there's one universe where bad, exhausted to the point of even going to that dinner, numb from grief just Looks at forever's smiling face and thinks... okay. he has literally nothing to lose. why does he keep fighting- just to feel miserable? dapper is gone. pomme is gone. the eggs are gone. and forever is so happy. would it really be so bad if bad were happy, too? and forever pours the risus into bad's wine glass and then holds it up to his lips and bad drinks. and then that's it. and then there's another universe where bad just fucking Bites Him and books it lmaoo

[natikoko]

where’s that one post that’s like “why would you put a “I don’t know” option on a pole, it’ll only make the results inaccurate” because it starts becoming more and more accurate every day

[pasdetrois]

on the bachelor and resurrection

Thinking about how the concept of resurrection is touched upon in Daniil’s routes, and how the Marble Nest makes something of a mockery of it, casting him into the role of both resurrectionist and the resurrected. The man with an affinity for the living trapped in a cycle of communing with the dead..

+ the reminders that neither remaining nor returning shall constitute anything akin to a victory for him—just a trick mirror and, if you'll forgive the pun, a dead end

(p.s. the original marble nest line is a bit clearer in this connection, where the word for Sunday can also mean resurrection)