#honey come home

[mysupersecretacc]

I saw kimiko reading a magazine with soldier boy on it and that notebook with maeve on it.

my delusions are telling me they're coming back for the finale

[owlfly788]

there’s no worse heartbreak than your tumblr crush deactivating 😔

[spitepress]

SO close to escaping the hyv basement, I believe in him!!!!

[astronite13]

"A spider preaching with poison on its lips, 'To get out of here is to promise me a kiss'."

[augustinewrites]

i cannot for the life of me find the ask, but this is what the fushigojo apartments (and house!) look like!! ps: i’ve attached the name of a song to each of the apartments that i think fits their time there!

the green tea & honey apartment

so here we have the first apartment! it’s fushigojo mom’s apartment— a cute little two bedroom close to the school. gojo doesn’t have his own place yet, and he doesn’t want to bring two zenin kids to the gojo clan, so this is the only place he considered raising them in. the kids are good at sharing a room for a while, but then they start kicking each other out of the bed in the middle of the night and are starting to need their own space, so after 2 years, they move!!

core memories in this apartment:

- trust was built here

- megumi lost his first tooth (and summoned his first shikigami! see: loose tooth)

- gojo and megumi shared their first father and son moment (see: off days)

the coming home apartment

this is the second apartment! gojo rents this place. it’s a little bigger, a little more grown up. it has three bedrooms, so the kids finally get their own! it’s a little further into the city, but closer the middle school gojo wanted to send them to. they stay here for a long time. it hosted birthday parties and sleepovers. movie nights and homework sessions. living room dancing and kitchen table bills. first fights and family meetings. i don’t know why i’m getting so emotional thinking about how much they’ve all grown here. they must have been so sad to leave it :( which they do, after about 8 years.

core memories in this apartment:

- love grew here

- megumi brought a “date” home for the first time

- fushigojo parents “breakup”

and finally, the sweet nothing home

their forever home 🫶 gojo had it built a little ways out from the city and let fushigojo mom fill it with things they love. they brought pieces of their old homes to create a place to rest, to love, to heal. the perfect balance of gojo’s unnecessary spending habits and basic practicality. it has a lot of bedrooms for all of their adopted kiddos to visit and to host their friends! there’s also a nursery 🥺

core memories built here:

- a happy ending!

[crsssie]

oops... i got married || TO SOME STRANGER!??!?!?

word count: 1.4k || Fic 5 of oops... i got married

summary: I'm gonna be fr with you. Your new malewife is a little sus

You get married as a joke.

Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— SERIOUSLY. SOME RANDOM DUDE. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and them in your kitchen, and you blink at the confirmation email on your phone and then at your new lover at the door.

"You're going to be late for class."

"What the fuck?!" 

You pause at the sight of your new husband, some random man, white hair and red eyes, and you pause. Did you get transmigrated? Are you in an isekai fic? Is this your main character moment? Seriously, how the hell did you manage to bag some random ass man!???!!? WHAT. WHY IS HE HOT.

"Wait." You pause. "How do you know I have class?"

"The backpack." He points. "Now, hurry on up now."

That does NOT explain how the hell you met your husband. Yet, you don't have time, grabbing breakfast from his hand as he waves goodbye to you at the door. Great day to pay expensive ass rent but live right next to campus. You wonder if your husband lives someone. You feel kind of bad that he had to take you home after you got plastered yesterday. But. That does not excuse the fact that he looked suspicious as fuck while staring at you sleep. Also, how the hell did he agree to marrying you? WHY.

You huff as you walk back to class, pausing and blinking when a piece of the ceiling breaks off and slams into where you were sitting, somehow missing all of your belongings by a hair. You blink, stupefied, grabbing your stuff from under the ceiling as you evacuate the lecture with the rest of the students. Someone hates you... or something. You don't know. You're surprised you didn't just die while drunk. Sometimes pianos fall out of the air and try to bomb you. Also, you have a husband to go home to now! He'd be sad if you suddenly died... right?

Wait. What even is his name?

"Casper." Your husband rolls his eyes as you pout. "You forgot your own husband's name?"

"Uh huh." You blink. "Are you just going to be my househusband now?"

"I don't see why not. Anything interesting happen today?"

"Oh!" You grin. "A piece of the ceiling slammed into my seat, but luckily for me I was in the bathroom. My stomach problems saved me for once."

Your husband gives you a smile half between concern and amusement. (he would have to try harder next time— what. that was not him. who said that.) 

"I'm glad you're safe."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." He pauses. "Do you get acid reflux in the morning?"

"If I eat and sleep immediately after." You mumble. "Why?"

"Hotpot." He hums. "Spicy hotpot. Eat up."

Your eyes light up, brightening as he hands you a bowl of rice, watching as you dig in, humming happily as you watch him put his own bowl down.

"Is it good?"

"Mhm!" You beam. "Where'd you learn to cook?"

"I live alone." He hums. "Someone has to do the housework around my place."

"How about currently?"

"I live a little... far away." He pauses. "It would be hard for me to see you every day if I don't live at your place. Besides, my job is in the area."

"Will you move here? Or..."

"No. My management provides housing for free." He smiles. "Oh, the food's going to get cold."

You pause. "Can I apply?"

"No. We don't take applications."

"WHAT." You groan. "Ugh. I knew it was too good to be true. You probably sold your soul for it or something."

Casper doesn't speak up, placing a slice of lotus root in your bowl. "Eat up."

You raise a brow but don't pry further. It's not your problem if your husband sold his soul. At least he's hot.

Maybe he's secretly trying to eat your soul... demons... that checks out honestly. You did have a bad stroke of luck when it came to unfortunate situations, and you had an even more comedic one when it came to avoiding them. Always nearby, never you. You wonder if that would curse your husband. Though, from the looks of it, your husband would probably steal someone's soul before that curse could even lay a hand on him.

"What are you looking at?"

"You're very hot." You grin.

You laugh when you notice your husband turn red.

The vast majority of your days pass relatively calmly, and you grow into a comfortable pattern with your husband... that is until your husband shows up with a black card and tells you that he can cover rent for the rest of your life— that raises some questions. What does your husband even do for work? What is he doing with his life? How the hell does he have a better credit score than you? Where is his money even coming from?!

You force him into the corner of your house one afternoon with a broom in hand.

"Sunshine, I really think—"

"Spit it out." You stare him down. "What do you do for work. I refuse to believe I'm in a kdrama, so spit out something you can back up."

Casper presses his back against the wall, eyes darting to the wall as you shake the broom at him, and he grimaces.

"I'll get fired if I tell you—"

"NO ONE HAS A CAMERA IN MY HOUSE SO SPIT IT OUT"

"I'm a grim reaper."

You pause, blinking at your husband, words processing in your brain.

"I'm a grim—"

"They hire people for that?!" You blurt, pausing. "Wait. No. You're spouting nonsense at me."

"I am not."

"You are."

"Am not."

"Are!"

"Not!" Casper turns around to face you, shaking as your grip tightens around the broom. "Please... go through my closet?"

"So your job is literally... murder?" You pause. "My stay at home househusband is secretly some insane man who goes around killing people?!"

"It's not—"

"Then what is it?!" You raise a brow at him, unconvinced.

"We get a list." He sighs. "And we get everyone's name."

"Wait." You pause. "Why the hell did you agree to marry me then!?"

"That's not—"

You shake the broom at him.

"You were supposed to die years ago but kept avoiding death so I've just decided to marry you to see WHY you're not DYING." Casper braces himself for the broom's impact, but you're too stupefied to give him a proper answer.

"I'm supposed to be dead?"

"Well..." He grimaces. "You can't really... die." 

"I'm immortal?"

"Your... soul." He pauses, turning his head to the side. "Your soul is endless, and you constantly give life to those around you... including me."

You pause. "So you married me because I'm a natural healer? Wait. No. You married me to kill me?! This isn't some josei manga, you know?!"

"Yes, but." Casper sighs, shoulders relaxing as you drop the broom. "You are so lovely."

"You're just saying that."

"I am not." He mumbles. "I would have just taken your soul if you were not."

"Oh, so this is pretty privilege?"

"It's not—"

"Wow, Caspie. I thought you actually loved me." You pretend to sigh. 

"I do—"

"You didn't kill me because you think I'm lovely? If that doesn't—"

Casper grabs your wrists, holding them in place as he blinks at you, grumbling. "Would you shut up and listen to me for just a second? Goodness, sunshine, I love you. I'd go mad if I did not have you as my beloved."

You tilt your head at him, and he sighs.

"I love you. I'm not going to try killing you anymore."

You sigh, shaking your wrists loose as you press your lips to his, humming. Casper doesn't argue with it, humming as his lips slot against yours, hands moving down to your waist. 

"So we aren't getting a divorce?" You mumble.

"No." He grumbles. "What do you want for dinner?"

A smirk spreads on your face as he sighs.

Still. He loves you.

[eepy-samzie]

OH MY GOD OHMY GOG OH MY GOD THEY SHOWED THE BD CARD ON YT

OH FUCK?!???! TAKE ALL OF MY DP NOW

[silentwalrus1]

the Benevolent Dictator/Utopian Fascism Universal Fix-It is a super popular fantasy all over, not just on ao3, but it’s in fanfiction that i’ve most commonly encountered the rather hilarious variety which

A) does not seem to realize it’s building a dictatorial fascist state as their glorious utopia

B) nonetheless expends near-constant screentime to trying to convince specifically the audience that no no, here’s why THIS authoritarianism is good really!

which is not a difficult contradiction to parse, given overall fandom desires. Of course you want your blorbo to live in a world that caters to them, and of COURSE any character that has hurt your blorbo SHOULD suffer state-sanctioned torture and capital punishment. In this essay, i will demonstrate that thus there is no need for fic authors to build out all these fantasy monarchies and galactic empires with all their tiresome complex social problems, they just need to make their fic a modern coffeeshop au set in Saudi Arabia -

[browngurl99]

The girliest thing a girl could do is murder a bunch of men and then tell her boss that she has to go home because her husband told her to get milk and eggs for home.

[roki-roki-roll]

So, with advice of the dead

and a halo over my head

[alteredsu]

I re-blonded my hair and cut my bangs 💛

[ophelieverse]

“not all men”

yeah,you are right because Daeron Targaryen would never do something like that to his own brother.

[meleeyz]

I noticed that the first and second chapters are kind of messed up (chapter two should be one of the last, but I'll fix that when the time comes)

What I wanted to ask is if it would make sense to do a whole chapter from reader's perspective and basically all the shit she's going through, like, taking care of the Firelights, looking for Ekko, and I was thinking of her getting to the point where she asks Jinx for help (there she would meet Isha and Jinx would meet baby Wyeth) Would that make sense or would that seem too anticlimactic?

[mallowwblossom]

Me genuinely tweaking after I realize that I have to wait at least another 2 years to see my glorious clever courteous gentle handsome daring prince:

[obsessingv]

Everyone else has moved on to the jayvik and jinx death but not me I’m still mourning MY CHILD. Idc about the gays and the suicidal rn GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER.

[sophfandoms53]

It’s been 365 days since we’ve last seen Striker, LET MY SNAKE COWBOY HUSBAND OUTTA THE BASEMENT !!!