#anyways ILY ARI

[satoruxx]

RHEYA :333 for the ask game!! 🐶🍪☕️ <- these r all extremely important 2 me…….

(also ily sending a pocket sized toji to ur location rn <33)

RAHHHH ARIIIIIII MY LOVE HELLO HELLO !!!! i am humbly thanking you for pocket sized toji he's so cute i need him :33

🐶: are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

ofc i think cats are adorable but i'm 100% a dog person !! i love them they're so cuddly and cute and loyal :33 i have a special liking for big dogs i just love how sweet they can be (i also have a big doggy of my own and he's the literal love of my life so maybe i'm a bit biased). but yes dog person for sure i love lil puppies sm <33

🍪: if you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

lmaoooo chocolate chip just bc i think i'm a lil basic and maybe a lil bit boring since i don't tend to be crazy adventurous! i'm not overly different nor do i stand out much, so i think i'd pick a flavor that's simple and classic! but also chocolate chip never gets old and it's so good hehe !! (i was tempted to say oatmeal just to start a war bc i know some people hate oatmeal cookies, but i do actually really like them)

☕️: coffee or tea?

i don't drink either of them too often but i'd probably say tea! coffee is good but it does nothing to keep me awake so i don't usually turn to it. plus i always like it sweet so if it's too bitter i don't enjoy it much lmaooo. tea is good though and i always feel really refreshed after drinking it so i'd say i like it a lil more than coffee hehe :33

ask game

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

something soooooo intensely tasty about how quickly suguru goes from tenderness to violence. from softness to sharpness. care to cruelty…. ik i say this a lot but his contrast really is soooo good. gently ruffling nanamimi’s hair right before brutally killing a man on stage in front of them (and after telling them to watch closely!!!) killing his sponsor in a similarly ruthless way before strolling alongside minami and cooing about how excited he is to see his family again. depending on who you are in his eyes his treatment of you will be so vastly different and i think that makes him so fun to write and analyze

[vendetta-ari]

dni minors, nsfw blurb !!

been on a Tashi kick recently so here, habv these bc ily <33

you texting Tashi that you got a manicure and she immideatly asks you to spread yourself open with those pretty new nails so she can admire them best :(

smth smth stanford tashi sitting on ur face while she does hw..

"tying a bow around Tashi's racket" -NO TYING YOUR BRA STRAP AROUND TASHI'S RACKET. AND HAVING HER STRUT INTO THE COURT WITH A SHIT EATING GRIN PLASTERED IM HER FACE BC SHES SO PROUD OF HIW PRETTY HER NEW TENNIS RA KET LOOKS WITH IT ON.

buying lingerie for Tashi only for you to end up wearing it

sugar mommy tashi. her picking you up in a corvette and bringing you to tennis practice. she gets spotted by paparazzi and all the headlines read are "Tashi Donaldson and her new controversialy young tennis partner?!" yeah no, more like tashi duncan and her sugar baby

-xoxo, Ari

[adhdari]

Peemo practice </3

[teddybeartoji]

bro just the mere thought abt starting disco elysium again had my tv turning on on its own hello???!!

[gothsuguru]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

Geto if he was in The Apothecary Diaries 😍

[artful-aries]

Jealous anon here 🤗 it was really good 😊 I actually have another request if that's alright

OF COURSE OMG LOVED YOUR REQUEST I am admittedly dragging ass on requests rn solely because I suck but I will get to them soon

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part twenty-four —other parts

pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn’t here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: ily

England passes in beautiful shades of green, the last time you'll see it, so you soak it in. Rolling hills streak the landscape like scars. In the distance, you glimpse faded architecture, imagining people living and working there. An ivy-covered university appears, and you picture yourself dozing off in a lecture. These little fantasies entertain you for the next two hours, but Blue isn't distracted by the same game. When you look at her arm, you notice pink scratches just below where the friendship bracelet hugs her wrist, made by her nails mindlessly.

You tear your eyes from the window and nudge your shoulder against hers. "Hey. What do you call a cow with no legs?"

Her lips twitch at the broken silence and she lifts her azure eyes to yours, a bead of sunlight catching in them. "What?"

"Ground beef."

Those eyes roll. "That's stupid."

Nereida smiles from the other side of her. "Oh, I've got one. What did the ocean say to the beach?"

Blue sighs. "Ghost said that one before. Nothing—it just 'waved'."

A recoil passes over Nereid's kind eyes. "I apologize. That's the only one I know."

Quiet air fills the space again, and when you notice Blue's nails dig back into her wrist, you gently lace your fingers through hers and pull her hand to your lap, allowing her to scratch your thigh, instead. 

When an old theme park erects from the grass, Blue's interest piques. "Woah. What is that?"

"None of it works anymore," Ghost mutters, one hand on the wheel.

"It looks cool, though. I have to pee, anyway. Can we stop here?"

"I could use a little stretch for my legs," Nereida adds.

The pitstop is brief enough to allow Blue the chance to curiously look through the decrepit bumper cars, carousel, and even a small rollercoaster that still has the car sitting mid-track. She grabs Ari's hand to show him, but he doesn't seem as intrigued given the pale look on his face. He ends up rushing to a bush and keeling over.

"The back gets a bit bumpy," Kyle says when he notices your expression. "He'll be fine."

"I'll switch with him for the rest of the way."

"You don't have to."

"It's fine. He can probably entertain Blue better than I can."

Everyone uses the small break to eat a little lunch. You already had some of the beans Ghost packed, so you feel uncertain whether you should eat anymore of his food. You haven't even discussed sharing. Rather, you ration the jerky you made and save the rest. 

It is a small meal, so you eat it slowly to trick your stomach into feeling full. Just before getting back to the truck, you spot a tree by the entrance to Kettering Kastle. Hickory. Paul told you once they make for great arrows, a softer hardwood. Pliable yet strong. This excites you. Your sheath is only half-full, so you grab your serrated knife and cut a few midsized branches to take with you.

Sitting in the truck bed is far from pleasant. The tail wind makes it hard to breathe, and you have to grab the side of the truck to keep yourself from flying out. Kyle notices your struggle and seems amused, but reaches an arm over in offering. You hold onto him and it does some to keep you stable. 

The motorway passes through Kettering, which is a smaller city. The smell is retched, though the only Greys you spot don't take notice to you, trapped between buildings and toppled telephone poles. You make out a sign that reads A14 and figure it is headed to Cambridge. If you continue this pace, you'll reach the coastline by sundown.

Of course, things don't work out that way. The road becomes more obstructed with abandoned vehicles. Ghost has to weave through them like a maze, wasting time and fuel. The sun crawls higher in the sky. Finally, there are a few kilometers of straight road. Speed ticks up only to come to an abrupt halt when he reaches an underpass. You let go of Kyle and stand up to see what has caused the stop—a semi truck completely blocks the way through it.

"Jesus," you mutter.

Consecutive slams of the fronts doors indicate Price and Ghost are checking it out. Kyle hops out with them. After a few minutes, he returns and explains with a sigh, "We'll have to backtrack and find a side street that will lead to another motorway ramp."

"That's going to eat time. The sun will set soon."

He offers his arm again as Ghost begins reversing. "I know. It's fine, we'll just get to the water tomorrow. No rush, yeah?"

It adds an extra hour and a half. The sky turns a remarkable orange that would've had you gawking if not for your irritation of having to stop again. Ghost pulls over just before it gets too dark to set up the tents in a small market town called Haverhill. There's hardly anything here except fields of bright, yellow flowers and little shops with slanted CLOSED signs. It is actually pleasant and well-preserved, until you catch the distinguishable shape of a corpse hanging from one of the telephone poles, a black trash bag over its head.

"Don't look at it."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," you dismiss under your breath. 

A more forested patch of land at the edge of the town is where you make camp for the night.

They eat canned goods and you finish your last pieces of jerky. This means you'll have to find more food for yourself tomorrow, or ask Ghost for some. The thought makes you anxious. The last thing you want is to seem like an extra burden. Dead weight that they'd be better off leaving behind. But he also didn't comment when you ate the beans. The uncertainty of where you stand means you need to make yourself useful.

The men need rest, so you offer to keep watch.

Prices dismisses you. "You don't have to, Twix. The three of us can take turns."

"No, really. I'll keep watch and you guys can all get more sleep. I've just been sitting in a car all day, anyway."

He gives in, visibly fatigued after being up over twenty-four hours.

Ghost and Price sleep first.

That leaves you sitting with Kyle when the stars begin to flicker like bright, little heartbeats against the black night.

You pull out your smoother knife—the one you found back at that base—to carve the sticks you found, careful of your bandaged thumb. 

Kyle lays his rifle across his lap. "First time I am seeing you smile today and it's while carving sticks." 

"Arrows," you correct, holding one up and tapping your index lightly against the sharpened point. "And it's good wood. Hickory."

"You're an easy woman to please," he teases.

"My tastes have changed over the years."

"Really? I can't imagine you as one of those people who cared too much about nice things."

You flash him a raised brow. "Are you saying I was cheap?"

He nudges your knee. "Not what I'm saying. You just seem like someone who would prefer a little movie date over a fancy dinner."

"I liked sushi. Is that fancy?"

He hums. "There were some good cheap sushi spots in London—hole in the wall type places. When there was some kid doing their homework at one of the booths, that's when you knew it'd be good shit."

"You're making me hungry."

"Well, you should've eaten more." He looks at you knowingly. "You're scared to ask anyone for food, aren't you?"

Are you really that easy to read? You place the half-finish arrow across your knees and look at the ground, brushing your fingers absentmindedly through the soft grass. "I just—I am aware of my place here."

"Your place?"

Your hands tightens the grass into a fistful. "I am at the bottom."

"The bottom," he repeats slowly, and his voice lowers. "You really think that?"

You rip the grass and sprinkle it over your boot, glancing up at him. His eyes have darkened, or maybe they are simply mirroring the sky. "I am not complaining. I understand that everyone here has others who they would prefer to keep alive over me, that's all. I just don't want to stick out anymore than I already do."

He reels in your words. "You're forgetting that everyone here has their own perspective, their own wants. It is not as simple as you're making it seem." In a change of topic, he reaches for the arrow on your lap. "Here—let me help."

You hand him the knife and he begins carving expertly as a few minutes of silence ensue. You are lost in your thoughts, keeping your eyes on the surroundings, when he suddenly stops in his handiwork, holding up the knife. You watch him study the leather handle carefully, shake his head to himself, then look at you.

"Where did you get this?"

"Huh? Oh—I found it. At a military base actually."

Your answer seems to strike him, and he releases a disbelieving exhale. "The one near Manchester?"

You nod. 

"It was my brother's."

What?

Reading your expression, he shows you the handle and rubs his thumb over a small etching at the bottom that you can barely make out in the moonlight: PG.

"Patrick Garrick," he explains in a murmur, and your chest tightens. "I didn't even notice it at first. It's been years since I had it. The last time...the last time was when shit happened, and I lent it to a friend of mine at the base."

"Who?"

"Soap," he says, a memory taking over his expression as he rubs his jaw. "He was the other member of our spec ops unit."

"You... Someone mentioned him before. Ghost—he asked you guys about him when you arrived. You don't know what happened to him, right?"

Kyles nods. "He stayed back at the base to keep helping even when Price and I jumped ship. That was the Scottish in him—stubborn as hell. Soap was just his codename, of course. Like mine was Gaz." He looks up at you with a faint dimple. "And yours is Twix, huh?"

"I guess." You press your tongue to your teeth and grab the knife, frowning at it as you try to recall exactly where you grabbed it from. "What was his real name, then?"

"John MacTavish."

"I think—I think your friend is dead. I'm sorry." You gaze at him. "I remember now. I found it in one of the rooms, and there was a skeleton with that name. He... he had it quick, though."

The expression on his typically warm eyes turns unreadable and his shoulders stiffen in the slightest. You wonder if you should have bothered sharing this, but then he shrugs it off with a sigh. "It's okay. Figured as much. Many people have died. He's just another name to the list."

Instinct draws your hand to his shoulder, and the muscles softens beneath your touch. "I'm still sorry."

His eyes find yours. 

He smiles solemnly.

Then, somewhere in it all, he leans over and closes the gap. The sudden, foreign feel of lips pressed against your own stuns you. His lips move gently, cold and soft against yours, and only when he threads a hand through your hair to pull you closer do you fully register what he is doing. Your eyes fly open and you break away, leaping to your feet.

"Why did you—what was that?"

He stands up with you. "It felt right in the moment."

He tries to touch your shoulder but you flinch away. "I'm sorry. I just—I was just trying to comfort you."

"I misread the moment." His eyes are clouded. "So you didn't want it?"

Did you? Your mind feels fuzzy. "I don't know. I need to...I want to be alone right now."

You grab your knife and sticks, rushing around the tents to find solace by the truck, needing to process what just happened. As you move, you bump into a hard chest—Ghost. Somehow you failed to hear the jagged teeth of the tent's zipper. Avoiding his gaze, you try to slip past, but he grips your elbow, holding you in place.

"What is it?"

The lie wedges out of your lips. "Nothing. I just—thought I saw something so I am going to sit over there and keep an eye out."

The difference in height leads to his stare burning into your scalp. "What did you see?" 

"I don't know. Something. Maybe just an animal."

His hold doesn't soften. Stoicism forces itself on your face as you press your lips into a line.

You're easy to ready.

He finally lets go. "I'll take over now. You can sleep."

You find yourself nodding soundlessly, internally glad to be relieved of this duty. 

Sleep offers peace of mind, at least until morning. 

Dawn breaks over the small town in a quiet clatter of spoons against cans and the shuffling of bags being packed up. The dream you wake up from was one of an old life—the last kiss you experienced. But it fizzles quickly from the recesses of your brain the moment your lids shutter open. 

Both you and Kyle seem keen on acting as though nothing happened. More than anything, you are confused. You try to search inside that box of yours for how you feel, but all you find is fear. You've barely been able to keep up with the fear. You busy yourself with helping get everything back in the truck, fitting the supplies like a jigsaw puzzle. You have nothing to eat. A day or two without food is doable until you can properly hunt for something—

"Here."

It is Nereida who catches you by the truck before leaving. She practically shoves a can of tuna into your hands and you look up at her in hesitant gratitude.

"We're all sharing food," she says. "That is how it should be."

"Thank you. Really, this is—"

"Don't thank me. There is plenty for everyone."

For now, your mind chides, but you swallow the thought while scarfing down the meal you pretend is London's finest sushi. 

Once everyone is ready, you head to the back of the truck, expecting an awkward encounter with Kyle, only to find Ghost sitting there beside the kayak, hands relaxed behind his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Needed a break from driving."

You glance at the front to see that Price is behind the wheel, and Kyle is in the passenger side. In a way, you're relieved. You breathe through your nose and hoist yourself up. The bumpy ride is quiet at first. His body takes up space so that each pothole nudges your shoulder or knee against his. The morning ages. You swear you can see there coast at one point, but it must be your imagination, because the passing sign reads Halstead. 

"You really need to work on lying better."

The brash accent registers low against the hum of the engine, and his eyes are closed when you look over. He is leaned back, one leg straight and one bent, seeming to enjoy the seat more than you are. 

"Fine. I'm bad at lying."

"Care to share the truth, then?"

He needn't elaborate for you to know what he is referring to. "I was...I was upset because I found out my knife—the one I took from the base—belonged to Kyle's brother."

His brow ticks.

You continue, "But he actually gave it to Soap, and I—I found his dog tag on a skeleton. John MacTavish. You were friends with him, weren't you?"

His eyes open, but they are too murky to decipher from just his profile. His jaw flexes. "I wasn't a man with friends, Twix."

"You know what I mean."

There is a pause, and then, "He was a sergeant under my command. A good man. Grating, at times. But good."

"Well, I'm sorry he didn't make it. If you of all people say he was a good guy, then he really must've been."

He hums in agreement. Thoughtful. Then—two gloved fingers touch your jaw, turning your eyes to his. "You are still lying, and still bad at it."

You wet your lips. "I wasn't—"

"Help!"

Ghost drops your chin and grabs the gun from his waist.

Your eyes flash around at the sound of a second plea. There is a man at the side of the road, leg draped in bloodied bandages, but there isn't a chance for you to register more of him when the truck takes a sudden, sharp left down a side street and you brace yourself by grabbing the edge with both arms. The small city-scape whirls by in a blur. Ghost swears under his breath, scanning the area as he bends on one knee and keeps the gun secure in his grip. Confused, you grab his arm.

"That man was injured."

His voice is harsh and alert. "He has fucking friends somewhere here. He was just trying to—"

A shattering sound. An audible pop. You're thrown against the truck bed even harder this time as it skids across the street, nearly slamming into a flipped-over car. Ghost covers you, the weight of him keeping you from flying out. The truck swerves to a halt. Everything is black until his weight lifts. He barks an order, jumps out, and pulls you with him.

Pressed against the side of the truck, the world becomes consumed by loud sounds and the distinct smell of gunpowder. Ghost rips open the passenger door and urgently pulls Blue, Ari, and Nereida out, ordering them to keep low. From the other side, you hear Price and Kyle shouting, followed by another series of gunshots.

[mystic-warriors]

YO-KAI WATCH VANILLA MYSADVENTURES MASTERPOST

but also some extra schtuff: REDBUBBLE I KO-FI | ARTFIGHT | COMMISSIONS OPEN

credit to @jqmon for thinking of the "mysadventures" pun and letting me use it hehe

AND I KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT i added the vanilla as in reference to something basic or plain cuz Comyst (a nickname for mystic inside the comic as to avoid confusion... which JQmon also came up with, thank you lol) is supposed to just be a normal ass person kinda like how nate is average or whatever and the comics are supposed to have a somewhat slice of life feel...? ok im not sure how much i can REALLY say that because i wouldnt really consider this slice of life but GOD STOP ME FROM RAMBLING IDK IT MADE SENSE AT THE TIMEOK

BASICALLY IT WASNT BECAUSE ITS KINDA LIKE ICECREAM THEREFORE ALSO KINDA LIKE WHISPER DONT KILL ME

*cough* anyways

THE MAIN COMIC

new beginnings

yokai are weird

bug knight

shadow boi

obligatory jibanyan appearance

"good" luck

fat cat

(un)lover boy

lazy / roomates

bug tournament 1/3

bug tournament 2/3

nicknames

Bug tournament 3/3

Space Invader / Birdseed

OTHER SHI INCLUDING THEM

Ari

Old characters new challenger / arts & crafts

shine a light through whisper

theyre all eepy

microwavable yokai

Eid family culture

new soul animation

comyst + custom watch refernce images

Comysts summoning animation

baby whisper

dad jokes

saturns chicken alfredo

window chillin art

PULL THE LEVER, WHISPER!

whats up with ari

yokai pride!

matching outfits! (whislin)

fathers day

comic/doodle dump

weird ass anime whisper

icecream screenshot imitations

matching outfits screenshot imitation

ari just bein ari

sam + comyst screenshot imitation

comic/doodle dump 2

comic/doodle dump 3

artfight designs for yokai friends

webpage comyst art

pokeyokai

Ok but what do they taste like

Human dimmy also don’t cancel me plz

Twinkling ash animation

Big happy family

Would you still love me if I was a pigeon

Yokai butler care

Yokai gijinkas

Mystic in Yokai world

It’s everything

Stamps

Collab Nate crossover comic

What do you actually know about me? (Comyst angst)

Comyst but a Yokai ooo(Mysprite)

Mysprite evolutions 1

Mysprite evolutions 2

Child!comyst doodles

Hoaxy coaxy you mfer

Swap Au doodles

2024/2025 new years comic :3

FANART?!?!? (ILY)

saturn + doodles by @residentialsinyomakai

comyst by @wafflewitch1964

sigmaverse + vanilla mysadventures by @thedorkyidiot

saturn! by a friend from discord

comyst by @puffballwarrior-blog

comyst/mystic by rand0m_one

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

uhmm sketches of my gfs igg havent posted in FOREVER

[mommynott]

our convos literally go from “im feeling so fucking anxious and everyone hates me im gonna delete everything” to “hey girl sorry for the late reply i just sucked dick anyway ily” and i think that’s beautiful… 😇

ARI !!!!💀💀💀

Please the way this is so us and not even an exaggeration is sending me, it’s super beautiful just like you bby👀💋💋💋

[one-eternal-sigh]

✨ Intro post ✨

*sighs in having procrastinated this for months*

hi! it’s ari :)

random stuff: 🍪, have a cookie while you scroll, extremely cool person who somehow stumbled across my silly little blog

(unless you’re gonna be weird /neg, homophobic, racist, transphobic, etc, usual dnis apply, disrespectfully— gtfo)

if you wanna be moots or interact you can just dm me or answer any three questions about yourself in my asks from this ask game :)

(or just yap about anything random in my asks, actually, chaos is what they’re meant for anyway )

some books that have my heart and soul :

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ tsoa (the reason why I can’t listen to achilles come down normally)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚aaddtsotu (incoherent rambles, vague gestures and slightly manic screaming)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ the burning kingdoms trilogy (ugh my heart has been thoroughly trampled and then somewhat put back together but I would do it again)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ the book thief (actually so well written words are not enough)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ rwrb + carry on (because how could I not)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ pj, hoo, toa (haven’t read it in forever but I could not leave it out also toa lmao apollo is such an icon)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ last night at the telegraph club, tshoeh, agggtm, gone girl, hunger games, hp (fuck jkr)

books I’m currently trying to read:

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ tpodg, tsh, frankenstein (and like three more except I’m failing so bad at it because ✨ procrastination ✨)

music: florence welch, hozier, paris paloma, queen, abba, kate bush, haley heynderickx, chappell roan, lorde, gracie abrams, mother mother, the crane wives, mitski, girl in red, wasia project, cavetown, clairo, lizzy mcalpine, ethel cain, måneskin+ so many but these are the main ones

fandoms + shows:

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆bbc sherlock (fell down the johnlock rabbithole *sighs*)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆marauders (multishipper, lily evans is my wife, obsessed with anything and everything the black sisters—quillkiller and nobleflower my beloveds (they’re so doomed I love them)—the black brothers, obsessive about prongsfoot though I do ship wolfstar (and I adore jily) also *slowly slides over my jilypad agenda* and I am extremely normal about pandalily and marylily )

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆heartstopper, dickinson, stranger things (byler endgame truther and ronance shipper + elmax and lumax are so precious to me), young royals, good omens (*sobs in still hasn’t recovered from season 2* and also fuck n*il gaiman), the other love story (the desi sapphics get it), the married woman (ugh sorry but wtf was that ending noooo 😭), pjo, wednesday, agatha all along

movies (off the top of my head): but I’m a cheerleader, bottoms, do revenge, portrait of a lady on fire (ugh cinematic masterpiece), ratatouille and luca (special mentions because there is no limit to my rewatch ability), literally every single barbie movie because I was raised with them, vita and virginia, wild nights with emily, carol, oceans 8, tbosas

moots:

(pssstpsst if any of you regardless of whether you’ve been tagged or not want a little appreciation post or first impression ramble in case we aren’t super close—just drop a little ‘<3’ in my asks and I’ll probably get to it at some point)

ahem also I’m tumblr married to @wrenswreath because the prophecy deemed it so 😌💍✨ *doesn’t elaborate*

there’s honestly so many people I want to tag here because you’re all super amazing and ily but here’s a few to start <33

@good-oldfashioned-lover @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @silence-between-seconds @sweetronancer @icarus-last-fall

@maiya-was-here @rainystarssx @stars-over-ice-cream @vintagetee13 @apple9pie @astreinomane @thelasttaleofthepari @outromoony @shipspainfulships @astronglywordeddm @circe-butbetter @sunshinerainbowsandlollipops @pythoness94 @stars-and-leather @starryrain

(also lmk if you wanna be tagged or removed)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

made udon + bought a bunch of treats with the bestie and now we’re gonna watch ponyo and the apothecary diaries :33 also super close to finishing the gojo fic!! i’ll post it in a couple hours <3

[everythingtruly]

imagine a world like that - BILLIE EILISH

reader x billie fanfic

warnings??‼️: none. just all fluff

i've been working all day and all i wanna do is get home and sleep next to my girlfriend billie. i had to pick up my co-workers shift bc she had some family issues going on. i ended up getting off of work at 9pm. i usually end work at 4 but today was REALLY busy. the time strikes 9:00 and im out that mf. i get into my car and drive to me & my girlfriends shared house. i finally get home and unlock the door. i hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"hey sweetheart" i hear billie say

"hi baby" i said tiredly but nicely

"u look tired y/n. let's get u to bed mama"

she picks me up by my waist while my hands are around her neck. she carries me up the stairs into our room. she picks out pajamas for me and i go put them on. i brush my teeth and when i get out of the bathroom i see her laying down on the bed comfortably. she opens her arms out telling me to lay down on her. my body lays down on hers and i bury my head in the crook of her neck with her arms around my waist.

"goodnight baby i love you" she says kissing my head

"goodnight i love you too" i say giving her a light yet sweet kiss on the lips.

we sit in comfortable silence until my eyes finally shut and let go.

a/n: idk if i like this but im still working on my writing so not to much 😭😭. i'm so so sorry i haven't been active recently. school is so tiring ☹️. anyways ily - ari 💓💓💓💓💓💓

[nottsangel]

I'm sorry but wtf is that anon? Actually using my account this time because wtf that pmo so bad. Yeah being disappointed is ok but actively bashing a creator? Man fuck you and fuck off. Aris writing takes time, writing is draining, especially if you're doing it back to back to back. Anons too busy jerking off to the material that they don't even know how hard this shit can be.

Anyways, don't mind them Ari, take time for yourself baby, and just keep us updated so we now you're ok. Muah <3 (🧡)

you’re the sweetest omg thank you for always being so supportive and kind 💕💕💕 ily!!!!!

[cuntymonkey]

HAI HELLO HELLO HELPO HAI IM ALIVE I JJST HAVENT LIKE LOOKED AT TUMBLR IN A WHILE

ANYWAY LOOK YAY I REDREW ART CUZ I GOT BORED THIS IS @msmorgan2 ‘S ART (ily morgey worgey🥺)

YYAAYYYY SHOW HER SUM LOWV (this is my friend “Ari” btw I’ve mentioned her b4 she made a new acc ^_^)