#but we stay silly 🫡

[rillette]

hi soup 💛💛💛 how are you doing this week? hope september is treating you well :] wasn’t sure if you listen to car seat headrest but drunk drivers/killer whales is hal at the very start of gl1990 <3

hi north!!!!!!!! im doin pretty good! been doin fuck all this month other than helping my dad do home reno ^_^ how're you doin!!! i hope september is treating you well too <3 also ur sooooo fucking right it really is painfully halcore esp considering his emerald dawn origin!!

[mangoisms]

transferring to another unit in early August gang 🤝

heyyyyy 🤝🤝🤝 i hope you are more prepared for it than i am rn tho 😭

[giddlygoat]

ngl bro i could really use some curled up in heavy blankets watching wreck it ralph and sipping coffee rn. i could really fucking use that

[roseofcards90]

I'm looking at the syllabi for my classes and haha...oh god

[downspirals]

I’ve gotten a little further but this is the newest picture I have of the bug blanket guys

[taiyami]

Do you ship your mutuals with any characters? If so, who and why

OF COURSE I DO .. it's the most fun a fella can have these days :)c I'm not super involved in the self-ship community, but I support it fully and indulge every once in a while. (If I leave anybody out I'm sorry, !)

@nagumoan always and forever will be attached to Jugram (BLEACH) or Shion's (JGKRK) image to me. I don't even know who Shion is but I do know he and Loni are happily married. In fact I was there for their wedding and caught their bouquet.

@hopefulstarfire I don't know this man personally but GUZMA (pokemon) for sure. That's their stinky man 😤🙌🏼 Kenz and I have known each other since teenagehood so I could list any and all their hubbies if I so felt inclined.

@upperranktwo MY SKY PIE ❤️ Douma only, there literally cannot be a more perfect duo. They are SOO SILLY together augh :o) They make me SO happy!!

@semisgroupie IKKAKU (BLEACH), I have never known a gal to be so perfect for that man !! I can't imagine him with anyone else, only my Ve.

@strawberrystepmom I always associate this pretty gal with Natsuo (BNHA), It just feels so right. Ice boy with a warm blooded gal, I love it !! I also love her and her old man Kakashi (who happens to be in his late 20s but shh. (I shouldnt have to say but. Naruto))

@nymphoheretic OUR DARLING RENGOKU (KNY) .. I just think these two are SO cute together 🥺 I just think they compliment each other really well. ❤️‍🔥

@rozentias MY BELOVED RÓ .. As much as I find Urahara (BLEACH) and Ró super silly and cute, I really love the dynamic he has with Axl (Guilty Gear) .. I think he just deserves to have a cute fun guy who loves him and cherishes him!! But I love all of his self ships, they're fun to talk about with him <:]

@diorsbrando Listen I know he's a troubled man but we love troubled men in these parts, I can't imagine Sosa without thinking of Sasuke too 💔 I LOVE seeing Sosa go a little feral over that man, it's what he deserves 😤

@sixeyesgojo Now he better not misbehave and cause my Yoru any problems or I will have a problem with him but .. Gojo 🫡 I trust that he takes care of them.

Aaaagh i hope I'm not missing anybody .. feel free to stop by my inbox if you want an assigned ship :o) There's a strong chance I pair a person with a character if we're mutuals, even if we don't talk much! I usually take a peek if someone has a f/o list, or I keep note whenever they have special tags for people. I wish I was more active about self ships because they're harmless fun, but I'm just embarrassed of my own HEHE. I'd talk about them more if people asked or came into my inbox but .. for now I just keep them to myself 🫡

Thanks for stopping by !!! I loved answering this !!!

[muppetjohntavares]

hiiii id like to say ily :] and also soooo happy we r friends/mutuals <3 :D

aaaaa thankee for your message!! you made my day 🥹💗

[daisychainsandbowties]

help we ran. out. of facemasks on the exact day i have to go to the doctor and this is all i have 😭

[frappe-the-peppermint]

girlypops ngl i dont think i made it

[marciliedonato]

Don't ask:

- a man, his salary

- A woman, her age

- And a tumblrina (gn) who they voted for in the nge/moomin poll....

[infin-8-morphosis]

Damn, y'all love that bughorse huh

Genuinely very nice to see a pretty large response, I've been suuuuper inactive artwise but I'm trying to get back into it...!

[gojosatorubrainrot]

Scars don't define you💫

Summary: Gojo starts to feel insecure about your love for him because of his scars

Feat: Gojo Satoru x reader

Content: fluff, mentions of Gojo vs Sukuna fight, reassuring, body insecurities, husband!Gojo x Wife!Reader. Ch 261 doesn't exist lol

Wc: 1121

Author's note: Hi!! I've never thought I will ever be doing this but here we are! Encouraged by my gojo friends in discord to continue this drabble🥰 Sorry in advanced for my poor grammar, English is not my first language 🫡

The Shinjuku incident meant a reborn for the the strongest sorcerer, and you, his wife as well. You almost lost the love of your life by the hands of the King of Curses. At first, you thought everything was over when you saw him laying down on the floor, his lifeless body starting to be covered by the heavy snow storm that had began to fall minutes earlier.

You felt useless, after all, you were a non sorcerer, so,as a civilian, you didn't to have another choice than staying where Shoko and the others were watching the battle being broadcasted.

But its been a long time since that jumpscare and you thanked every existent God and also Shoko for bringing your reason of living back to your arms.

Satoru and you both were laying in bed together, you are running your fingers along his scarred face; each fingertips of yours feeling every single injury of his skin.

As you continue with your doing,he closes his eyes at the softness of your sweet touch, at first, he enjoys it a lot, he always loved the way you did it, always being careful as if he was a glass meant to break, but fear set up on his mind;he thought you hated his scars, that you despise them and  those marks ruined his pretty face, that you wouldn't love him anymore and, eventually, you would leave him alone as everyone did during his life, but this time, he wouldn't have a reason of living because you are his everything.

He doesn't even want to think how a life without in it would be, how alone he would feel again just like he did after Suguru's departure.

When that event occurred, when he was ordered to kill his best friend, he has never felt so useless as a sorcerer, but most of all, as a human being, so that was the reason he chose to stay alone for the rest of his days, to prevent someone from getting hurt by the mere fact of being involved with him. That was his idea until he met you at his favorite kikufuku store. He didn't believe in love at the first sight until he met you nor how does it feel to be in love until you.

you, his everything

He was afraid of losing you again, but now it was because of his appearance, he hated those scars because that meant you won't call him pretty angel or pretty face ever again. On the other hand, they were his reminder of a second opportunity, an opportunity he would take advantage of. His second chance to make things right and spend as much time as he could with you: not spending nights working or on mission trips, only with you, his home.

Now he is debating if telling you or not about his insecurity with his scarred skin, because he thinks you would laugh at this and ignore him, but call him silly for thinking that.

As he thinks about that, he sits up, preparing to get his shirt on. You can see how the mood changed, how an intimate moment filled with love and adoration became one filled with insecurities and non spoken words. He is looking for his shirt to put it on and leave the bedroom towards the balcony, so he can spare his mind off a little bit.

You wonder why he was feeling troubled and why he decided to ignore you and not talking with you as he has always done before. You are hesitant about ask him or not, you always wanted to give Satoru his space, you always respected that because after some time, he will come to you and tell you everything between thousands and thousands sorry for not telling you before.

All you can see now is his scarred back, and your intuition is screaming at you to do something so he could open himself up to you. After few seconds, an idea popped up in your mind; while satoru has his head between his hands, you approached to him slowly trying to not get noticed.

Satoru, who was lost in thoughts, suddenly felt your plump and soft lips along his scared back, giving it small pecs and smooches, replacing your lips with your small fingers tracing every single scar. He didn't understand what you were doing so he let you do so. Suddenly,he feels something he has only felt with you and you only: loved, adored, cherished, he was seen as a human, not a pretty face as he has been called few times, the strongest weapon for the jujutsu society, he was Satoru Gojo for you, your Toru.

He turned his head to where you were tracing your fingers and stared at you: you were focused and determined to make him feel alive again.

His small chuckle made you look up and meet those blue eyes you fell in love with many years ago;

"Hi sweets" he whispered without looking away" What are you doing?"

"Hi Toru" you giggled at that nickname he gave you only when you both were in an intimate moment "Nothing, just admiring your beauty" you responded never looking away from his mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Nothing about me is beautiful, princess" he said defeated. "Look at me" he pointed at his scarred skin, despising it, hating it.

"I'm looking at you, Toru. I'm always looking at you and all I see it's the prettiest, the most caring, loving man that I've ever met" you said putting his face in between your hands "I love you,Toru. If you ever think those scars will stop me from loving you, I must tell you don't me well. These scars are telling me that you are here" you give him a kiss in the tip of his pinky nose "alive, with me in our home"

After yours words, Satoru’s eyes immediately fill with tears, but before you notice, he closes his eyes to stop them and leans his head to your warm and reassuring touch, a warm feeling inside his chest arises.

He feels so grateful with you, you are his everything.You stopped caressing him at the moment he opens his eyes, blue like the ocean itself "I love you, angel" he says at the same time you started caressing the scar across his cheek.

"I love you too, Satoru and remember that you can tell me any trouble or inconvenience you are living through, okay? I'll always love you until my last breath" you said finishing the sentence with a quick kiss, which is immediately reciprocated 

With this Satoru knew that he would never feel alone again.

[aphrogeneias]

37 w Eddie 🫡

roommate!eddie munson x fem!reader + we always snuggle, and this shouldn’t be any different, but i’m trying not to press my lips to yours because they’re right there and i don’t want to pass up another chance, but you take initiative and do it yourself. oh.

warnings: fluff, a little suggestiveness, kissing. eddie being a soft boy.

There is no excuse, at this point.

The only excuse he could give himself, at first, was that he's a tactile person. His uncle used to tell him he had eyes in his hands, always picking things up in order to look at them. His hands are always fidgeting, reaching, touching.

Eddie’s friends are all used to it. He hugs, holds, and squeezes. Hands on their backs and arms, guiding, reassuring. Excitedly pulling and slapping when he's telling a story, or laughing.

This only grew tenfold when it came to you.

At first, he kept a safe distance. You weren't his friend, after all. Just Nancy’s friend from college, someone who needed a place to stay after your last roommate bailed on you. Coincidentally, Gareth had left their apartment to move in with his girlfriend not too long before.

Fate, it seemed — or just two broke young adults trying to make ends meet, which was, in a way, fateful too.

His caution was thrown out the window when he realized you were just like him in that aspect. It all started with small, delicate touches.

A hand on his back while you were sharing the kitchen space in the morning, too tired to get off each other's way. Messing his hair to tease him, kissing his cheek as a greeting anytime you got home. You'd put your feet on his lap during your self-appointed movie nights, and his hands would carefully land on your calves, rubbing your legs under his rough palms, and you wouldn't pull away.

The blue light of the television, the only source of light in the room, had him feeling light. Your soft skin on his hands, and the warmth under it, the fuzzy feeling of the hair there. He let them wander, squeezing your knee, massaging your feet, always keeping an eye for your reactions. It seemed as if you preened under his touch, leaning into it. As if, if he'd pull away, you'd ask for more.

After that, he grew bolder. Hungrier. It didn't help that you were always within his reach.

An arm around your waist while you bumped into each other in the hallway. Hovering over your back when you both had to use the bathroom in the morning, letting his chest graze your back. Pulling you closer on the couch, his arm over your shoulders, your head on his chest. Hands eagerly looking for your warmth, for your skin.

Hugs from behind in the kitchen, climbing into each other's beds at night. A habit that started because you simply didn't want to stop your late night conversations, so you'd drag yourselves from the dining table with mismatching chairs, or from the couch, and into each other's rooms.

Talking about the latest book you finished reading, the last band he got obsessed with, your hopes, your fears, whatever silly conspiracy theory he read about and couldn't stop thinking of. Sharing the same blanket, hands touching, legs too.

It doesn't take long until you're in each other's arms more often than not. There is no excuse. Eddie is a tactile person, and he longs for your touch. He'll seek it until you turn him away, but that doesn't seem like it's something you'd want either.

Tonight, your faces are almost touching. You're sharing the same pillow, the one that smells just like your hair. Vanilla and coconut, sweet like you. He chases the shadows on your face, dancing with the lamp light that comes from the opened window. You're speaking, but he's not entirely listening — until you stop.

“What is it?” He whispers. The silence feels sacred.

“Nothing.”

It's not nothing, not when you lean in, neither when your lips touch his. Softly, and slowly, testing the waters. You catch his upper lip between yours, and kiss it. It makes his stomach flutter, like the wings of a moth, searching for the light. It's over too soon, and he almost whimpers with the loss.

He's learning forward, trying to catch your lips again. You giggle, putting a finger to his aching lips.

“I'm sorry. Is that okay?” You're whispering too. Neither of you know why.

“Depends. Is it okay if I tell you that I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you?” Eddie is honest. There's no excuse not to be.

You kiss him again, firmer this time. Your mouth lingers on his, and it tastes like sunlight. “Me too.”

[vividxpages]

IM LATE TO THE PARTY BUT can you do date night no.14 and soft round two in the morning after no.18??

🫡 thank u soldier

a/n: WELCOME TO THE PARTY, enjoy your stay! ;** (someone else asked for 15 too and I tried to include it here as well, hope you like it!)

vivid's little autumn writing: If you want, you can now send me a number (or two combined!) from this list of visual prompts and I'll write a little drabble (fluffy and/or smutty, you decide) for it.🧸 you can suggest them until the end of October!

🍂

„This really is way too expensive for us, I feel bad.” You looked down into your glass, swirling the red wine Jace’s mother had gifted you recently deliberately. “It tastes so good, but…we are eating takeout pizza to it.”

On the other side of the kitchen table, Jace threw his head back and laughed at your observation, his nose a little red from the alcohol. “Mom said to save it for a special occasion. And it’s our date night, what could be more special, hm?”

You smiled as he took your hand on the table and raised it to his lips, kissing it chivalrously. “I think when your mom gave us this bottle, she thought we’d open it dressed in something else than pjs, Jace.”

“The prettiest gown you own or pjs, you are the most perfect girl I have ever seen either way.” Jace told you, his eyes sparkling as you blushed at his words.

The sun was going on outside the curtains of your living room and the heart-shaped pizza Jace had gotten for the two of you to share was nearly devoured by now. Earlier, you played uno on the soft carpet until the food had arrived, talking and laughing and simply relishing every second of your little date at home. The bottle of wine really had topped it off though and you felt giggly and overly warm as Jace fed you the last piece of pizza and took the plates to the sink.

You stepped behind him, pressing your heated cheek between his shoulder blades, your arm all snug and possesive around him. “I love you, yknow? Do you know that?”

Jace hummed appreciatively. “I do. But I like hearing it…did you know I love you, too?”

God, you were the happiest girl alive. You nearly purred as he dried off his hands and turned around to hold you, effortlessly lifting you into his ams and walking you towards your bedroom, the red sunset painting your little sanctuary red and golden.

You giggled when he stumbled over his own feet, your hold on him tightening as you moved to kiss his neck. “Gosh, we’re terrible when we’re drunk. I’m calling your mom, she has to pick up the wine!”

Jace huffed as he gently let you down on the duvet and sunk over you. Into the space between your lips, he whispered with a grin: “Please don’t call my mom right now. She wants me to treat you right and not kiss you like some drunk.”

You blew a little air into his face, a complete goner at how in love and tipsy you were. “You do smell like a very well-ripened grape, Jacaerys.”

“Silly.” He murmured lovingly and connected your lips, the kiss quickly sloppy and not nearly enough yet for the two of you…

The next morning, after you had slept off Rhaenyra’s wine and the hazy events of the last night, you found yourself laying on your side, the golden sunbeams shining down on you as Jace torturously slowly rolled his hips into you.

You were tightly nestled against him, your naked back against his chest and your head leaning back against his shoulder as he made love to you. The sleepiness still clinging to your mind made everything pleasantly dizzy and you were completely unashamed at the moans and sighs leaving your lips, the drag of Jace against your walls almost enough to topple you over the edge after only a few minutes.

Jace held you tightly to him as one of his arms rested over your chest, caressing your sensitive skin as he suckled sweetly on your neck, his own whines and groans sending shivers down your spine.

“You feel so fucking good…” He mumbled deliriously, his hand sneaking underneath your thigh and lifting it a little, deepening the angle with which he was pampering you and drawing a pleased hum from your chest. “So wet for me, so perfect…”

Your breath hitched, a little sob of pleasure making it past your lips as his fingers touched your soaked core, messily drawing vague shapes onto your clit. You passionately pushed back against him, needing him deep, as deep as he could and more, when you suddenly noticed a pattern in the way he stroked you.

“Fuck…” You whimpered, knowing exactly what your boyfriend was doing to you.

Jacaerys was spelling out his name on your most intimate part, claiming you.

The pleasure went into your head, your body awakening more and more underneath his lips and hands as he still grinded his cock into you, encouraging you to let go with kisses and sweet praises against the shell of your ear.

When his fingertips reached R, you finished with a broken shout, exploding into a field of stars underneath the warm October sun, held by Jace’s strong arms around you as he kissed you wherever he could reach…

[roseofcards90]

Hoping after this semester I can at least get my shit together for the 3 weeks I have off for break lol

[joelscruff]

pov: your camera roll if pedro was your bff ✨

some @swiftiscruff friendship exchange fun! i personally think this weekend is the perfect opportunity for us to be cringe & delulu without fear 🫡

here's a silly lil gift for all the amazing people i've met on this here app. your kindness & love & humor & friendship has not gone unnoticed by me and i hope you know how much i truly appreciate all of you 💕 not only is this for all of you, but it's also for all my incredibly supportive and beautiful readers who have made posting fic on here such a wonderful experience and continue to encourage me to try new things. thank you for your patience and sweet words, i am forever in your debt ❤️

if i could tag all of you without this post completely glitching out i would, however every time i try to do it barely any of the tags will stay?? i had it alphabetized and everything 😭😭 i think there's just too many and i don't wanna purposely leave anybody out, so if you're seeing this and we follow each other or you follow me/read my fic etc etc then this post is for you. YES, YOU!