#but anyway! thank you sm ily

[authenticcadence18]

RIGHT??? it’s such a silly thing to complain about bc AO3 is a free website. Thankfully I am so over this (frankly i find it kinda funny). And I agree!! I didn’t tag any characters or ships needlessly I followed the rules and added extra stuff. (And also like. Within the context of pnf fandom there’s not enough fic to be picky about tags🤣🤣)

Thank you so so much for sharing that that just warms my heart!!!!!!! I think of your fics often too they are. the best (and I saw you posted a new one I’m so excited to check it out !!!!)

welp apparently someone on Reddit is talking shit about my tags ans the post has over 5k votes and nearly 400 comments and that’s why I’ve been getting rude comments on my fic 🥰🥰

thanks Reddit thank you!!!!!!! thank you for taking a FOUR YEAR OLD FIC and tearing 20 yr old me’s excited tags to shreds!!!! thanks!!!! thanks for that!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Fun little sketch of when Childe went up to Celestia w Depth Claws :V

Might finalise it one day but drawing genshin designs is absolute h e l l

HOLY SHIT

oh god he looks so cool,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi!! This is hopefully a fun question to ask! 💚 What are some of your favourite versions of suguru &/or satoru by your moots/non-moots that you’ve read in their fics ? For example your winter satosugu drabble has my favourite satoru 💅💅💅

🥺🥺🥺 ANONNNN first of all i’m so happy you like that satoru…… i’m really fond of him too!!! he’s very Husband + the implied mommy issues are tasty imo…

but wahhh… this is absolutely a fun question!!!! i doooo wanna preface this by saying that i legitimately love . all my moots’ versions of stsg. they’re all a little different so i go to different moots/other writers depending on what i’m looking for :3 i love love love the fact that fanfic births so many different takes and aus…. it’s one of my favorite parts of reading it!!!

i doooo have some versions of stsg that i’m partial to though!!!! gonna throw them under the cut, i decided to only go with my moots because i’m…… really scatterbrained. there are SO many other sugus and torus that i adore my brain just can’t pull them out at command </3 but i hope this’ll suffice!!

first of all…. my favorite gojos :333

niku’s gojo in general is one of my favorites ever ever ever but i’m specifically adding a link to bten because . bten lives in my brain <3 and i adore both bten!reader & bten!gojo more than anything….. ANYWAY . niku’s gojo is my favorite for many reasons but above all else he just…. feels so real to me . sometimes i have to remind myself that i’m reading a fic and not canon content bc her gojo just FEELS like gojo . it’s a little scary. i read bten and heard kaiji tang’s voice in my ear 😭 i think it’s sooo difficult to capture the balance that canon!gojo has, but niku does it so effortlessly!!! he’s so charming and guarded and annoying and kind beneath it all and i’m just….. in love with him . that’s all. i do want to strangle him just a tiny bit but mostly i want to kiss him.

sel’s col!gojo…. my baby my husband the loml. i adoreeeee sel’s take on gojo and the way he views/approaches love ….. and just like niku her gojo feels so real and so grounded!!!! sel has a way of rounding out her characters and making them feel so human, which i. adore. and it works so well with gojo. col!gojo is canon to me idc. he’s so relatable to me and following his story with col!reader was just so touching 🥹🥹 i . cried . every time he blushed or got flustered i fell to my knees . flustered gojo is really hard to get right i think??? bc it’s just….. such a rare mood from him. but it feels so perfect in her fics. col!gojo reminds me of a plant in the softest, most loving way and i just want him to grow and embrace the sun !!!!!!!! i want him to be happy….

another general pick; alexis’s gojo!!!!!! (link goes straight to my personal fav which is a very bold statement to make but i think abt this fic constantly)…. this is another gojo that just feels. so canon to me somehow???? every time i read her gojo fics i’m just like yeah…. that’s gojo satoru. that’s the gojo satoru that i love and adore. it always reminds me of WHY i love him sm and it’s just….. such a wonderful feeling yk??? alexis rlly captures what i perceive as the core of his character!!!!! i can’t tell you what it is exactly but i feel that so strongly!!!!! he’s my baby and i love him so so bad. he makes me so happy and he feels so human:((((( i just love him…. him and his self-destructive little habits….. also special shoutout to idol!gojo bc he’s just soo. yeah.

then we have io’s flower shop!satoru <333 the fic isn’t out as of rn, but i added a link to a snippet that i’m still swooning over….. i ADORE this concept and it’s so perfect for io’s gorgeous and flowery writing!!!! he was made for her fr…… i just really love the idea of a soft, gentle, smitten satoru 🥺 and him being a flower boy rlly scratches an itch in my brain because of his canon ties to flowers!!! the fact that he kind of views other people as flowers. or at least compared them to flowers in ch. 236….. i just feel like this concept is . genius. nature loves satoru and he loves it back . he’s a nurturing soul at his core imo and that’s not something i see people explore super often, but this au captures it perfectly <33

NOW. SUGU TIME.

moss’s knight!suguru…. my beloved. not a day goes by where i don’t think about him. there isn’t a single language on this earth that could properly convey the physical reaction i had when i read this drabble . this is . The most attractive suguru in the world. to me. he’s so sexy i’m sorry i need him so bad. we all know how i feel about knights and suguru individually so when you mash em together….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah. my life was changed. the armour the blood the contrast between his polite exterior and gritty fighting … i’ll be so honest just the idea of knight!suguru fighting using his fists instead of his sword is enough to have me falling to the floor in agony like i NEED him. you don’t understand. you will never understand. it physically pains me to know that he will never beat ts out of me. BUT YEAH HE’S JUST SOOO???? he’s so hot and cool and Doomed and i desire him carnally

then we have mickey’s suguru :3 he’s just….. soooo fucking charming? it’s sickening . i can’t stand him. he’s perfect and i need him. mickey always writes him in a very wolfy way while also making him feel so soft and sweet and i just…. adore it. he’s a loverboy first and foremost and he makes me sooooooo happy it’s insane…… i’m linking my personal fav sugu fic of his but i truly adore them all!!!!!!!!! his suguru is just . theee most charming man alive and that’s all i can really say to properly convey my feelings. this particular fic genuinely wrecked me i got soooooo flustered just reading it 💔💔💔 save me sweaty!sugu…….. save me……….. he’s a wolf he’s a romantic he’s a cooer and most importantly he’s my Wife :33

kairo’s suguru is soooo lovely and so hot but i’m especially in love with black is the colour!suguru….. he’s just. so hot i’m sorry. not really though. tattoo artist sugu 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 with his piercings …. his honeyed voice…… his boundless devotion…… heavy breathing . he’s so mommy in this. but also so Father. that’s the best way i can explain it aaaaaaand i’m terribly weak to it……. he’s just so perfect there are SO many scenes in this fic that made my knees buckle 😔😔 he’s so sweet and doting and complex and just hhhhhhhhhhhHHH kairo if you see this you’ve ruined me for life…… specifically thinking about the scene where he worries he acts more like a dad than a boyfriend sometimes + where he calls reader his dove…… i need him in my life i need him to fix me

lily’s poseidon!suguru stole my heart very recently and i have ….. not stopped thinking of him since. i love any take on suguru as a god and lily’s version is just so genius . suguru being a god of the sea????? it’s perfect….. and the fact that he’s so gentle and coaxing and sweet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just the way he speaks in this drabble had me captivated he is truly the god of all time….. and his DESIGN . the concept in itself. i know for a fact that he’s the most stunning man you’ll ever see. he’s so almighty and powerful and he speaks so softly and gently but you hear every word crystal clear because he just has this Presence…… i rlly can’t stop thinking about him.

then we have rem’s suguru!!!! who is the acts of service king of All Time. and i’m obsessed with him. i love chatting with rem because i love her but also because we always agree on suguru and her thoughts always make me feel insane….. he NEEDS you to need him. he needs to take care of you. or he’ll literally explode. he’s such a caretaker and i can’t get enough of him….. that’s really the Core of suguru’s character imo!!!! his desperation to take care of others. he wants to take care of you more than he ever takes care of himself because doing that makes Him happy. and rem just captures that so, so perfectly, yknow?????? oughhhh her sugu is just so Mommy i need him to coddle me :(((((

aaaaand finally!!!!! last but not least!!!!!!!! rheya’s vamp!sashisu :33 i know you asked for stsg specifically but i’m throwing in shoko as a bonus bc they’re All characterized so well in this. they live rent free in my silly little brain . there’s not a single person on this planet that i trust to write poly sashisu more than rheya bc she just Gets them!!!!! and….. vamp!sashisu..,… lord save me…….. they could drain me like a capri sun idec. I LOVE THEM!!!!!! their preferred biting spots just feel soooo in character and the fact that they’re all so gentle makes me emotional 🥺🥺 generally speaking i’m not super into vamps but rheya entered my life and i was changed forever . i need them so bad

i wasn’t gonna tag anyone originally, but i want you guys to know how much i love you and think abt your silly little guys actually... thank u for letting me read abt them 🥹

@stellamancer @seiwas @kissxcore @neptuneblue

@mossmotif @dollsuguru @teddybeartoji

@storiesoflilies @hayakawalove @satoruxx

[delioncourtes]

why the fuck did they have to make him look so sad 😭

[metagalacticx]

hi @jennnifersbody my partner in crime.

i come bearing gifts: evil women who deserved [to murder and maim] more

[yanlei-a]

@deathfxnds have a smol thing because your art got me thinking about the tattoos... i love you cyn ♥️

It is an old rite, by now: a pledge, remade every time he seeks the dark power kept within the box. Within that simple object lies enlightening darkness, old secrets and terrible truths, made from the shadow of shadow, the magic in the world that had been deemed too dark.

But darkness is a natural state same as light, Zed had come to understand. The mantle of night is but one of myriad examples, the reason why the luminescence of celestial bodies shone so brightly. Proof of that single truth: balance requires two opposing forces to meet, equal in strength, lest there be no equilibrium at all. It became his mantle, his willingly carried burden. 

For the light to shine, it ought to cast a shadow.  

There is no bitter taste as the ichor is absorbed; its bitterness lies in the dark truths it reveals, a harsh view of the world that demands only the strong survive. Power has its uses, of course, a currency more necessary than riches. A lure, too, all its own (what couldn't one achieve, if only he wielded enough power?). The first time he claimed the shadows as his own, Zed had been forced to reckon with all it revealed on his own, piece together the truth worth clinging to and shunning the temptation insidiously poised alongside it. He was not called master out of any lofty sense of self-importance, nor any aggrandizing notions his defiance ought to earn him respect; that most important of titles had been earned by his own merit, as he had dominated the shadows rather than allowed them to dominate him. 

His younger acolytes are to be accompanied by the priestess, the keeper of the box, cryptic though her advice may be — but when he undertakes the ritual, it is alone, the room entirely his, no noise but the nigh imperceptible sound of his breathing. In the penumbra, he would stand before the object (accursed, some would say, though he disagrees; there are many dangers to the world, some of its own making, yet this is a corruption only the weak fall prey to, exposure of what already laid within), and he would pause ere reaching for it. A moment to brace himself, always taken, but significant nevertheless. Not hesitation (he had surrendered himself to the darkness long ago), but rather taking the time to meet his ambitions and his hatred, his anger and his guilt, and make his peace with the feelings he carries within his chest.  

Only then would calloused hands slide open the lid, allowing the shadows to pour from the box as if possessing a will of their own. In some form, Zed thinks, they do; all things do, in this part of the world, alive even when lacking sentience. Writhing darkness would fill the room, a greater amount than most would be capable of taking without losing themselves irrevocably. To him, they are intimately known, after years of careful study and excessive practice. He knows what is to come even before the flavorless shadows enter his mouth, the odd something and nothing of the sensation familiar. He knows soon enough it changes, expands, becomes that of limitless ambition as he sees the truth beneath everything, feels the power course through his body, allows the shadows to envelop his mind. 

He knows what is to come, of course — but Kayn does not.

Though the standard practice became leaving the acolytes under the care of Ysdra, he accompanies his pupil himself. Sentimental, Shi had condemned; you treat the boy as a son rather than a student, ready to hold his hand in the face of a test. Zed had sharply retorted he was merely interested in assessing his best student’s progress himself, since it was the first time he would truly make use of the Tears beyond meager droplets to be consumed. These would stain his skin, etch it in patterns as they saw fit. Many could not hold them, most not more than a small amount, and despite his unparalleled skill, Kayn was still young. If he wasn’t ready, the experience would take a heavy toll on him. And Zed was his master, was he not? A good mentor would not abandon his pupil at a crucial moment and leave him to handle the consequences. He was going to be a better master than the one he had, a quiet promise, sworn long ago; Kayn wouldn’t need to shoulder on his own any burden he wasn’t ready for.

Her criticism wasn’t new, nevertheless, and if it ever possessed any bite, it had long since lost it. Zed had taught him the base for every weapon he had mastered, the foundation of their principles, their purpose and their techniques; but so had he kept the child company in his sleepless nights, made sure he was properly fed, braided his hair when it grew too long. There had been walks through the wilderness, intent on making Kayn know the land and let Ionia know him in return, nights in festivals Zed would not have set foot in again if not for the boy, determined not to deny him anything. 

Wherever you were born, he said, the day Kayn had formally become his pupil, you belong to that place no longer. We are ionian. This land shall be your land, your home, your mother. Respect it, and it will respect you in turn. Embrace it, and She will love you as one of Her own.

Fatherhood and mentorship simply stood divided by a blurred line, he had always justified it. He taught Kayn for the Order, as his master, but he would not leave his pupil without support. Now it was no different. It is a crucial moment, and though Kayn bears himself well, Zed can see the hint of too much tension upon his shoulders, the uncertainty of not knowing deep beneath the defiant confidence of his amber eyes. He always did have more defiance than sense, the master thinks, expression softer as the shadow of a smile plays upon his lips. He can do this, though he poses the question nevertheless. “If you would rather wait and further prepare —”

“No!” The protest is as immediate as it is filled with fervor, interrupting him before the last chance to back down is truly offered. Kayn catches himself before continuing, apologetic in his words if not in the stubborn protest in his expression as he looks up to meet his master’s gaze. “I’m sorry, master — but I can do it. I’m ready. I won’t fail you.”

No trepidation remains in his eyes, Zed notices, accepting his pledge with a stoic nod. “Stay calm,” A lesson repeated, learned from his own master. “But if you cannot do that, run toward your fear.”

“You have to be certain if you are to be precise. This power is dangerous, Kayn, as all power is. But without strength, we cannot protect that which needs protection, and without ambition we are rendered incapable of reaching for the strength we seek. Master it, and you will have an array of weapons at your disposal that can do far more than steel.” Crimson eyes turn away from the boy to approach the box, placed on a small stone altar. He stands on the opposite side, hands upon the lid, though not yet opening it. 

Kayn’s gaze follows his hands, examining the box with no small amount of curiosity, standing as if eager to open it himself rather than wait a moment longer. Wait he does, nevertheless; patience, too, is an important lesson, one every assassin had to learn to make use of the best opportunities. Their trade was not gruesome slaughter; they struck where they ought to, fatal in their precision, saving the many with the deaths of the few. An old lesson, one he is certain his student has not forgotten. What taste for blood the boy possessed, it had never been directed to purposeless killing. His dedication is without equal, his skill bound to surpass Zed’s own; a worthy successor, one day, if he successfully made use of the shadows. 

That he needs not to know, for now. It wouldn’t do to add more pressure to an already difficult trial.

“But remember, my student, that no power comes without a price, the most dangerous of all to be found within yourself,” He continues, piercing gaze not softening as he looks at Kayn. The time for gentleness, albeit subtle, has passed. The darkness will not offer him sympathy, after all. “Do not be greedy for more than you can pay. Remember strength is to serve your purpose, not for you to become a slave to seeking ever more of it. Know the shadows will show you many things, terrible and wonderful and true — there is enlightenment to be found in them, if you are wise enough to see it, and utter doom if you are not.”

Rather than another long pause, Zed continues immediately; sowing doubt in the boy’s heart is not his intent. His hands leave the box, falling to his sides, before one moves to grip Kayn’s shoulder. “I know you are ready, Kayn. There is nothing to fear.” Retracting his hand, Zed crosses his arms. “Go on. Gaze into the shadow, and make it part of you.”

A nod in agreement, and the younger reaches for the object, no hesitation before he opens it. Immediately, the Tears writhe and pour from the box, darkening the room. Kayn opens himself to them, recites the words as he had been taught, and a portion of the shadows flow towards him, eliciting a surprised gasp as they are ingested and the surge of power travels through his body. Half a second later, it truly hits him, the truth the shadows keep: with enough strength, one can not only survive but shape the world around him — strength now within his reach, every muscle made more resilient, his body faster and more powerful. Never again would he need to be powerless, a certainty felt more than thought, even as marvel mixes with dread and the mystical forces prod at his uncertainties, fan the flames of his rage, make him incandescent with turmoil. Darkness dances across his mind to an unsung melody of everything there was and is and will be; he cannot understand everything, but this is having the universe at his fingertips, he knows, and if he can control this, then he can control anything. Greatness lies on the horizon, should he be bold enough to claim it. 

Impetuousness demands Kayn claim it now. He wants to, and he wants to devour the darkness and dominate it as he had every weapon, one more tool in his arsenal; but his successes had not been built on foolishness, reckless though he may be on occasion. You do not sacrifice a finger in your eagerness to master the sword; neither do you surrender yourself to the power you seek to claim. 

Soon enough the inebriated state of trance begins to fade, alongside the terrifying power he would scarcely be able to control. It is still there, Kayn notices, except less… raw. Not muted, but more somber, a well to tap into rather than an ocean to drown in. He feels the light, cold brush of the swirling patterns forming from inside. Dark ink-like matter etches itself from the base of his thumb, circling his wrist. It is a relatively thin pattern, not going much beyond that. Insignificant compared to his master — but more than many veterans of the Order successfully claimed so far, he notes, with an inevitable sense of pride. There would be more, eventually, he is certain. One day, he would yet be Master Zed’s equal.

Crimson eyes remain watchful as it all unfolds, expression neutral. It belies what is in his heart, momentarily fearing the boy would go too far, incapable of starting slow. Kayn proves him wrong and his worries unfounded, nevertheless, exerting his will when it’s time to stop. The master of the yánléi watches as the tattoo forms, dread replaced by pride. Not for a moment did he sincerely doubt the boy’s capacity, but this was no meaningless feat. 

“How are you feeling?” The question seems to almost startle Kayn, as if only upon hearing his master’s voice he recalled he did not have the room to himself. Wide-eyed surprise does not last, and glances at his right arm again, turning it briefly to examine the pattern. 

“Strong,” Kayn replies, no mention made of inner conflict or revelations found amidst his trance. Zed does not pry; it is not his right to know if his pupil does not wish to share, not this time. “You know, I always wondered if you chose the patterns yourself.”

The commentary catches the master off guard, casual as if he spoke of clothing rather than the damning power behind the rift between their order and the Kinkou. A brow raised in question, the disbelief is not entirely kept from his tone. “You expected me to have come up with the way the tattoos are arranged?”

“It wasn’t impossible that was the case,” The boy argues, even as the last of the ichor withdraws back to the box that keeps it, Kayn closing it right after. “Doesn’t it sound more absurd the shadows simply chose a certain pattern?”

“Not when you know they are part of Ionia’s natural magic as much as the magic we witness freely shaping the land,” As serious as he meant for the reply to sound, Zed doubts it truly comes across as that. If anything seems absurd it is that this is Kayn’s chosen topic; he can’t help but wonder what lies concealed beneath the collected demeanor his pupil exhibits. It will be days before he truly settles, no longer feeling the need to keep a watchful eye, to ensure Kayn is truly fine, even if the younger refuses to say it. Yet there is one small thing he can do, to acknowledge his student’s effort, to praise his success (to ensure he knows no matter what comes, he will not have to face it alone, never again to be left behind or discarded as if merely a tool). 

Mentorship and fatherhood share a blurred line; yet neither as master nor as mentor would he ever look at the boy as mere weapon when he is so much more. “You did well today,” Sincere and open, as he always strives to be towards the boy, regardless of how challenging that can be. “I am proud of you, Kayn.”

[evansbby]

oh oh oh 😏 so it’s someone’s biiirthday??? well then… i think mayhaps a birthday song is in order…… arriiii…. Steeebeee….. jakeeeyyyyy,, curtibs,,,,………. get ooouuutt hereeeee… (we left andy at home just for you)

*deep breath 😤😤*

haaaapppyyy biiirjtday to youuu 😌🙏😌🙏

haaapppyy biiirjtday to yououououou 🫣🤭🫣🤭🫣🤭

happy biooooooiiiiiiirtjday deearrrrnevansnssnsnsnbbbyyyyyyt my friend my love my angeeeellllllll 😇💗😇💓💗😇💓💗

happpy biiiiirthday tooo youuuuuuu 🙈🙉🙈🙉🤭🙈🙉🤭🤭🙉🙈🤭🙉🙈😌

have a happy happy birthday bby!!! hope you enjoy your day and have a wonderful year of joy and happiness to come 🥺🫵 💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗

EUN BBY THANK U SM 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🌺🌺

and you got the whole crew to sing happy bday 😩😩🥰🥰🥰 I love them and you 💕💕 so thankful to have you as a friend!!!

and look who showed up to the party when he found out you were here!!!

[ice-sculptures]

💌💌💌 RAE hi hello i think you were one of my very first mutuals and i’m SO glad because you are not only an incredible gif maker and the absolute sweetest with best opinions, i also got to be here for your first 911 fic which was SUCH a delight to read you are so so so talented (triple threat??? at LEAST) i love knowing you on here!!!!!! <333

NINA!!!! okay i don't think i was actually one of your first mutuals since we only became mutuals in june (?) and afaik you've been in the fandom for at least a year, but it feels like we've known each other for so much longer than that, doesn't it?? you feel very Familiar and very integral to my dash if you know what i mean?

[thisismeracing]

I need to reread king of my heart to catch up to now but I’m sure part 18 is amazing

Thank you, sammy!!! 🥺🥹💗💗💗 ily!

[blackshadowswriter]

Announcement and mini life update?

Hey everybody! This is super late, like a month after I intended to get back on here, but I'm very sorry for the long unannounced hiatus. I know it's been like two months since I've actually been active, not just popping in briefly, and even longer than that since I've posted new work.

I didn't intend to take this long of a break, but school was hella hectic, and I needed to focus on my exams to make sure I didn't, you know, fail spectacularly. Happy to say that they did go pretty well, so I guess those hours I spent crying over my biology notes weren't wasted.

I meant to come back after that, but then my family and I took a vacation immediately after my finals with relatives and friends all the way from the other side of the world, so yeah, that was also pretty busy.

I also meant to come back after that, but I crashed after that vacation, sort of like a post-concert depression but for vacation, which doesn't make a lot of sense, but anyways.

Then after that (I just sound like I'm making a shitload of excuses now, and I'm so sorry), my summer courses started, and it is quite fast-paced, like one essay due every week. I am still currently in said summer class, so I can't promise that I'll be back back since a lot of my effort is going into that class, and I also have a job to focus on, but I will definitely be more active.

I know a lot of you have tagged me in stuff and sent in fic requests, and I'm once again very, very sorry that I haven't responded/written the requests yet. I promise I have looked at them and loved every single one of them but just haven't had to time to respond or write them yet. But I do promise I am working on them though! Very slowly since my focus is kinda divided right now, and I lost my writing muse a few months ago, but I feel like I am slowly getting it back. I'm also dealing with some life/personal things as well, so please, please be patient with me 🖤

Thank you to all of you lovely souls who're hopefully still there with me, ilsym 🥰🖤

[misty-the-mysterious]

I've done 41 summons on Suiter Idia so far, I'm scrounging around wherever I can to try and get more, but so far I've gotten SSR Floyd, Azul, and Deuce. Floyd and Azul were within 3 single summons and Deuce decided to come hang out last night. I feel like this is super good luck but it's on every character BUT the one I'm after WJEGEKSJDDIDJS

[clochanamarc]

so i'm hopeful that i'll be finishing up on the current contract tomorrow or friday, meaning that i'll be around more from next week onwards! i just want to thank you all so much for your patience and understanding over the last few months, and i hope to be back in fighting writing mode again by the weekend, or possibly monday!

[hawkinsindiana]

i know i don’t know you personally, i’m just a blog that pops up every now and again to reblog a chapter or send you an ask but i feel very proud of you for this fic! you’ve put in so much effort and it’s beautifully paid off!!! i’ve adored every single part, every ask you’ve answered relating to it (specifically the taylor references) and i can’t wait to see your interpretation of season 5! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i love you so much thank you!!!!!!!! this is the sweetest thing you deserve the world

[arainesque]

it is amazing i'm getting my name legally changed to Mr. Pillow Princess tomorrow actually 🤞 and my mind has been changed that last pic is SO perfect like the short hair and everything omg, but also thinking of blonde hair george... mmmmmmmmm

you and me BOTH!!!!

it's so hard, I genuinely base so much of my storylines (of which there's few, I genuinely always write all emotion no plot), off of George's hair. But The first thought I had was George's bleach blonde hair with the brunette roots?!?!???? it just came to me!??

BUT with quarantine it's just......soft....and there's more melodramatic drama???

[norrisainz33]

field hockey || GR63

☆ summary: george russell’s girlfriend, y/n, is an olympic (field) hockey player and he’s obsessed with her

☆ pairing: george russell x olympic!reader

☆ fc & warning: lily owsley and slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! apologies for the delay - thank you sm for taking the time to request 🤍

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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alex_albon: when is y/n/n’s next match?

georgerussell63: 2 days! same day as race day🥹

alex_albon: 💔 man i wanted to watch

georgerussell63: you still can! briefly! i will have it on in my garage

ynuser: georgie 😫 i miss you more!!!! also why don’t YOU hurry up and finish racing so you can come to paris????

georgerussell63: i’m working on it baby girl

ynuser: well work harder 😉

georgerussell63: yes ma’am 😍

lilymhe: you can’t rush greatness

georgerussell63: i know you’re right but im going to try anyway

lewishamilton: don’t stress her out mate 😂😂

georgerussell63: oops

yourbff: that’s my girl actually ☝🏻

georgerussell63: not this again 🫠

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georgerussell63: everyone stop what you’re doing - y/n is playing in the olympics today

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user1: george’s account is becoming a fan account for y/n

user2: george aren’t you racing today ??

mercedesamgf1: let’s go y/n! (george please pay attention in the drivers meeting)

georgerussell63: i am paying attention

alex_albon: y/n y/n y/n!!! let’s go!!!

lilymhe: lets gooooooo that’s my best friend!!

ynuser: i 🫶🏻 you both

user3: i thought this was y/n’s post but it’s just george reminding us how much he loves his girl

landonorris: 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

ynuser: 🤍🇬🇧🤍🇬🇧🤍

user4: rooting for you both today!!!

user5: y/ngeorge for the win!!

mercedesamgf1: it’s race day here in SPA! Join George as he talks race day updates and aspirations and y/n’s olympic campaign.

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user4: george not talking abt y/n challenge failed

user5: i love how much he loves her

georgerussell63: my girl’s about to win!! you all should tune in!!

user16: shouldn’t you be in the car rn george

user63: he’s live tweeting from the garage apparently

mercedesamgf1: george give me your phone now - toto

user7: loving that all this mercedes and george promo is bringing the love the field hockey world deserves

yourbff: yesss georgie educate the masses on the olympic schedule!!!!

georgerussell63: watch 🗣️ gb field hockey 🗣️ now 🗣️

user9: get you a man like george who cares more about talking about your success than his own

user10: i want them to be my mom and dad

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user6: girl did you even step off the field yet ?

georgerussell63: my woman my woman my woman. i fcking love you

ynuser: i love you more my race winner

georgerussell63: simply not possible my olympic field hockey game winner

ynuser: i can’t wait to kiss your cute face

georgerussell63: sprinting away from media duties and to the jet to get to paris rn

ynuser: literally counting down the minutes

user56: a winning day for y/n/n and georgie

yourbff: a couple who wins together stays together

ynuser: 😭😭 winning on the same day hit like nothing else

yourbff: so proud of you both bb 🤍

mercedesamgf1: absolutely amazing result for you both. so so so happy for you y/n ❤️

ynuser: thank you admin ily

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landonorris: gross

georgerussell63: if you think this is gross you should’ve seen what we did after

landonorris: i hate you

alex_albon: now you can finally stop crying about missing her!

georgerussell63: yes! until the next time we are apart that is

llyzneimer: my baby girl, give her back to me

georgerussell63: never! she is mine!

lilyzneimer: didn’t anyone ever teach you to share?

georgerussell63: nope!

ynuser: hot

georgerussell63: oh yea 😏

lewishamilton: send her my best

georgerussell63: she sends it right back and she says she wants to see roscoe asap

lewishamilton: roscoe would love a play date 🤍

yourbff: stop distracting her from playing hockey

georgerussell63: i am NOT distracting her ☝🏻

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ynuser: not the way i would have hoped our time at the olympics would have ended. we gave it everything we had and for that i am so incredibly proud. there’s always next time!! thank you to everyone for the outpouring of support and love - i hope you’ve been inspired to keep watching field hockey!! thank you to my friends, my coaches, my teammates, my family and most of all george for enabling this dream to come true. see you next time paris 🤍🇬🇧

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user23: 4th is still impressive you gorgeous hockey queen

user44: thanks for introducing us to the incredible game of field hockey y/n

user54: no like fr i had no idea how fun the sport was!!! everyone say thank you y/n!

user64: thank you y/n

user74: thanks y/n/n

ynuser: you are so welcome 🫶🏻

georgerussell63: you’re an olympian y/n/n and no one can take that away from you, medal or not. you have inspired me and so many others. i love you y/n ❤️

ynuser: i love you mr russell 🥹

user45: we are proud of you mother

landonorris: great effort y/n! proud that you’re out there representing team 🇬🇧

ynuser: thank you lan

user33: still my favorite olympian

roscoelovescoco: prouds of yous my friends 😘

ynuser: i needed this thank you 😭

user35: can’t wait for the next olympics for you to eat it up and win gold

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user46: hoping you both enjoy your break!!

user87: are you guys just gonna get married yet or what

yourbff: enjoy italy!! love you both 🤍

ynuser: 🤍🤍pasta🤍🤍

mercedesamgf1: much needed rest and recovery time 🫶🏻

teamgb: until next time 🏑🇬🇧

georgerussell63: blue is your color

ynuser: so is gold 😏

georgerussell63: oh i know 💍

user78: that dress is to die for tf

roscoelovescoco: stops by and sees me pls

ynuser: will do ❤️

lilyzneimer: enjoy pretty girl

ynuser: can’t wait to see you and osc 🤍

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated!! this concludes my olympic reader series. appreciate all of you reading 🥹

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✧ ﾟ୨ৎ* the elevator game

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt calms you down while you're both filming with sam and colby at a haunted hotel

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, kissing, swearing, mentions of ghost and paranormal stuff like that

a/n: hi lovelies💕 CAN WE TALK AB MATT IN SAM AND COLBYS NEW VIDEO, HELLO?? took inspo from that to write this😇😇. anyways, it’s currently 1:58am and i am BORED. still sick as fuck😪 ILY ALL SM🤍

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“I’ll go with Matt,” you say, throwing a hand up.

“Oh, let’s go!” Sam and Colby exclaims in unison, dragging out the o’s, making you smile shyly.

“Okay, now calm down. Let’s go Matt,” you say calmly, pushing Matt inside the elevator.

You and Matt were going to different floors in the hotel, the one before the last, supposedly being the one where a “ghost/spirit lady” should step in and join you guys. Matt was going to do it alone, but you decided to join him.

“Guys please don’t make out on camera,” Nick shrugs, making everyone laugh.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Nick,” Matt rolls his eyes at him, waving bye as the elevator slowly shuts.

“Goodbye everyone! Please remember me if I pass!” you wave with a giggle.

“Say the thing, Matt,” Sam added quickly before the doors shut.

“Please take me to another world. I may regret saying that, but hey. See you guys later!” Matt said as the elevator shut fully, smiling at you. He watched you tap on the button “4”, the first floor you were going to.

“Alright guys, first floor is the 4th one. You nervous?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah. A bit, this is not like anything I’ve ever done before,” you chuckled nervously. Matt then reached a hand out to hold yours.

“It’ll be fine, I promise you,” he smiled as he turned the camera to show you push “2”, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Fuck, it scares me that the elevator door chooses a pace to go. Like, sometimes it’s fast, sometimes it’s slow,” he smiled as the door closed from the second floor.

“Yeah me too, it freaks me the fuck out,” you laughed.

“Okay, sixth floor now!” you added, pressing the button in front of you.

As you guys reached the 5th floor where a “lady” was supposed to walk in, Matt felt you tense up a bit. He reached out for you to wrap an arm around your shoulder, hitting the “1” button.

“You’ll be fine, okay? I’m right here,” he whispered for only you to hear, reassuringly rubbing your shoulder. You just shot him a quick smile as you felt the elevator slowly drop.

“Okay so, that thing has not been going off this entire time,” Matt said, pointing the camera to the device on the floor of the elevator.

“I’m literally shaking, this elevator is freaking me out,” you laughed nervously, referring to the loud creaking from the old lift. Matt looked down at you to press a kiss to the top of your head while giggled.

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry,”

The elevator finally reached the first floor where the rest of the group were, Matt dropping his arm from your shoulder to hold your hand instead.

“That’s all!” he smiled, pulling you out of the elevator.

“How was it? Did that thing go off?” Nick asked excitedly. You turned to look Matt for a second, before turning back to the group.

“No, not really. And we didn’t smell any flowers or roses either. But the elevator itself is scary as fuck,” you laughed, everyone joining you.

“Alright, we’re heading to the stinky room 525, to do the estes method!” Colby declared, turning back to face the elevator. He took the camera from Matt, who then handed it to Sam.

“You alright?” Matt whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, following the others into the elevator.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” you smiled at him, pulling his hand up to kiss it. He giggled in response, Chris and Nick rolling their eyes at you both.

“I really do not hope you guys just made out in this elevator. On camera, for FIFTEEN minutes straight,” Chris laughed, earning a chuckled from the rest of you.

“Chill out dude, we didn’t. But, oh trust me, I tried to behave, I was holding back,” Matt teased, poking your cheek making you blush like crazy. This made him smile, pressing a gently kiss to your forehead.

“You guys should be glad we aren’t recording,” Nick laughed loudly, talking to Sam and Colby, who were both laughing.

a/n: kinda rushed if you couldn’t tell🤡