#i was posting a lot of fluff

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[yuviur]

Summer vacation, 4am.

Tons of easter eggs in this one! Click the image to find them (and for better quality ofc)

Close ups and process shots under the cut, description in alt text

[samaraxmorgan]

It seems like once again you’ve accidentally found a way to annoy the life out of your roommate Sukuna. You’ve been playing your favorite song on repeat, over and over and over again when you’re in the shower, cleaning up around the apartment, he’s even caught you humming it while cooking.

And maybe he wouldn’t be so frustrated with it if he liked the song, but he really truly doesn’t. Too much of a stubborn metal head to even give it a chance. Or at least that’s what you thought.

He swears up and down that he hates that stupid song, but when you come home early from work you can hear something up in his room, his guitar. You always assumed he only had that thing for decoration, shiny dark red and signed in black sharpie by him and his friends hanging up on the wall collecting dust, but it turns out he actually plays.

And what does he play in particular? Your favorite song when he thinks you can’t hear it. Now you just have to decide if you’re gonna have this knowledge be your little secret, or if you’re gonna embarrass him later when you tell him about the time you caught him being a little liar.

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[the-daringstars]

Some sketches from a comic I'm working on in my free time about

💖Them💖

Would you guys be interested in the comic one page at a time as they're finished or dropped all at once? 👀

[revasserium]

A request for the prompt "Stolen kisses" + Zayne!! Thank you so much :D

also I love your writing SOO much <3

prompt list reqs are: temporarily closed

49. stolen kisses

zayne; 1,720 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, but still very saucy, zayne is hornee 24/7 and hes not afraid to show it

summary: 3 kisses, some stolen, others willingly given

a/n: i believe in my heart of hearts that zayne is barely keeping it together around the mc

one. After dinner, when the pair of you are cleaning up and your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you back into him as he presses a kiss to your neck before trailing his lips up to your cheek. Your laughter rings through the kitchen, folding around the pair of you like wings. His smile is soft, is radiant, is tender and absolute as he pulls back to regard you with his searching eyes.

“Good dinner?” he asks.

“The best,” you answer, grinning as you trail a finger along his jaw to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Good…” he breathes the word against your cheek, leaning in, the ends of his bangs tickling the skin of your face. You make to pull back, but his arms loop tighter around your waist, pressing you close, holding you against the solid cool of the marble countertop.

“But we haven’t yet had dessert.”

Heat flushes up your neck and up, up, up till you can feel your face burning, as you blink up at him from beneath your lashes, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t know we had dessert planned on the menu.”

His grin goes sideways, his eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous light.

“It’s not always planned but…” his voice trails off as a tingling shiver races up your spine, “It is always… considered.”

And then, he leans in to kiss you — and he kisses you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the scrumptious meal you’ve just shared and everything to do with the pulsing heat coalescing between your bodies as he lifts you up onto the counter.

He kisses you like he wants to ruin your mouth for all other tastes but him; he kisses you as if he’s already been ruined by the taste of you.

two. It is unprofessional; you know — and so does he — to do this here, with your back pressed against the wood of his office door, his white coat slipping off his shoulders, his glasses nearly knocked askance by the force of this kiss.

You’d always known that just beneath his smooth, tempered glass facade is the kind of roiling heat that makes up the heart of the earth, the kind of passion that licked at the mouths of volcanoes and rends the sky into nothing but a devastation of ashes.

But here, now, the only rending is his fingers pressing into the dip of your waist, the only devastation his tongue as it traces along the inside of your teeth. You hear yourself make a low, wanton noise and feel him react, his fingers tightening impossibly, his mouth ever and ever more demanding.

“Z-Zayne… we —” but the words die on your lips as he drops his to the bare skin of your neck. You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your mouth, nor the sudden flash of memory — crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from ice — of the night before, when he had sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder and twisted your hair with trembling fists. It had been pain and impossible, improbable passion. All urge and fire, desperation and need.

“Shhh…” Zayne murmurs against your skin, groaning softly as he finds your lips with his own again. And you are helpless all over again. Weak against the burning need of his embrace.

A soft knock shocks both of you from the frenzied passion soaking through your bones, threatening to blot out your good sense entirely. You pull apart, gasping. From the other side of the door comes the muffled voice of a nurse -

“Dr. Zayne? Your next patient is here. Shall I let him in?”

Zayne hisses out another breath before pulling away.

“Yes, just give me five minutes - finishing a report.”

You can't help the amused grin that tugs across your lips as the both of you make to tidy the slight mess you've made.

“So… I'm a report now, am I?”

But Zayne only regards you with a light, challenging look, quirking his brows.

“No.”

You blink, confused. Then Zayne smiles.

“We’re nowhere near finished.”

A fresh wave of heat crests up into your cheeks as you purse your lips, casting your eyes anywhere but Zayne's pleased face.

“Unprofessional,” you accuse, through the word lacks any vehemence, marred by the extensive blush still coloring your cheeks.

Zayne straightens his impeccably pressed white doctor's coat before taking three swift steps into your space, his chest nearly pushing against yours. He reaches out to tilt your chin up towards him and you feel a hitched breath caught like an insect in amber, suspended perfectly between your lungs and your throat.

Slowly, Zayne draws his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip. You feel his breath fanning across it like a wave of summer heat, found at the heart of winter itself.

“Only in front of you.”

He pulls away just as another gentle knock comes at the door, the nurse's voice announcing the arrival of Zayne's next patient. Zayne casts you one last lingering, meaningful look before gently nudging you aside to pull open the door, the vision of a young and promising doctor as he greets his patient with a small smile, the other hand guiding you towards the opened door.

"Don't forget to take your supplements,” he chides in a voice just gentle enough to inform polite company of his fondness for you, but nothing in it would hint at the indiscretions that had been committed only minutes prior.

"Okay,” you say, ducking your head as you brush by the middle- aged man blinking at the pair of you.

"And… see you at home.”

You only manage a nod and a squeak as the nurse chuckles behind her hand and the middle- aged man makes a soft noise of understanding.

three. You are both eighteen, and teetering on the edge of adulthood — though he’s already well on his way to stardom.

“Congrats — on the Starcatcher Award —“ you feel your throat catch around the words, and suddenly, your mouth is dry, your cheeks hot, your fingers twisting behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet.

Zayne watches you, his expression thoughtfully blank, but his eyes — they’ve always been his tell. You meet them and search them and feel the fire caught behind them. His Evol might be ice, but… his soul has always been something that burns.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can almost taste the unsaid words bubbling just at the back of his throat. You wish he would tell you, but there’s a depthless chasm cut into the air between the pair of you, rough and jagged and —

“Do you know what I received the award for?”

You blink, startled. You purse your lips, looking away. It’d been too painful, too much to look into it, the knowledge of his brilliance always nipping at your heels like an unruly dog. It had pushed you forward, yes, but only out of the fear that if you let up even one single step, he’d race too far ahead and… leave you behind.

“N-no — I haven’t —“

“For my research on congenital heart defects in infants.”

The world slows, tunnels, and tilts around you. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and there — you see it, the blistering heart of all his so-called fire — and you remember suddenly that if it’s cold enough, the body starts to process the sensation as heat. That ice and fire are not so different.

That ice can also burn.

You find your own hands clutched just above where your heart beats inside your chest and you see his eyes flicker down towards them.

“Zayne —“

“I start work at a clinic next week.”

A frown creases at your temple.

“Our first appointment is on Tuesday.”

Your frown deepens.

“What do you —“

“To qualify for the Hunter Program, you need a medical verification of fitness. And… a primary care physician.”

At these last words, his eyes finally cut away. And here, in the dying light of his brand new living room, the sunset turns his glasses opaque for just a second. You’re left blinking in the aftermath of that light, the afterimages will be stained behind your eyelids for hours after — just that look, the firm line of his shoulders, the determined set of his mouth, his jaw, the softness in his fingers as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the bend of your cheek.

“L-Lying on reports would be a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen,” you say, your voice shaking with either delirium or emotion, you’re not sure which.

Zayne quirks an eyebrow, “I have no plans on lying.”

“But —“ your fingers clench at your chest.

“I’m just… confident in my own skills, that’s all.”

The shadow of a grin twists his lips and he turns back to you, his eyes cast in threads of molten gold.

“Oh… of course,” you let out a soft breath of laughter, toppling back into the sofa and tossing your arm across your eyes. A moment later, you feel the cushions of the sofa sink beside you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You drop your arm and turn, your head still pillowed against the back of the sofa. Zayne’s gaze flickers over every aspect of your face before he reaches out to take your hand in his. Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to your knuckles, letting his lips linger there till you make a soft, questioning noise at the back of your throat.

He looks back up with a knowing smile.

“Shall we get something to eat?”

You jump to your feet, “Y-yes! My treat — a congratulations gift!”

Zayne considers for a moment before sighing, “Alright, but just this once.”

“What, we’re not allowed to go out to dinner now that you’re a certified doctor?”

Zayne’s mouth twitches with amusement as he reaches for his coat.

“No, we’ll still go out for dinner — you’re just no longer allowed to pay for them.”

[yingxtkm]

“I’m sorry. I became the very thing I vowed not to be.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

Art template meme (Iykyk re: the template, I couldn’t help it, it fit the scenario so perfectly)

HELLOOOO y’all heard of monster fucking, but have you ever heard of monster angst instead? Well look no further, because boy oh boy I got a lot of it rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

Anyways, I do some writing for fun, surprise, this is my AU that I word vomited out awhile back. If you know the fic, no you don’t. Who the fuck wrote that? Not me.

Your typical post AC Sephiroth revival + redemption but with a twist, aka his body is too far gone to be saved so he has to deal with some really fucked up body dysmorphia along with the already existing trauma and consequences of his actions under Jenova’s control.

And also yes he’s crying mako tears.

[gothamite-rambler]

Lady Shiva may not be a traditional, perfect, or sane mother, but I like to imagine that she and her daughter don't have a fundamentally antagonistic relationship. Rather, they simply have some differences in opinions and values that lead to disagreements. These might include mundane issues like favorite pizza toppings, movies, or killing people, you know normal topics.

Lady Shiva rested on the ground, catching her breath after another fierce fight with her daughter. Cass won, but wasn't going to kill the woman as she stated numerous times, although she had grown tired of these usual fights to the death.

Lady Shiva (smirking, wiping blood from her nose): You haven't killed me yet, Cassie. I'm both impressed and perplexed.

Cass (standing triumphantly, fists on her hips): I have told you numerous times I will not take another life. Goodness, you're starting to act like David.

Lady Shiva (sitting up with a pained expression, gently touching her bloody nose): Okay, let's not go that far.

Cass rolled her eyes, a mix of irritation and amusement across her face.

Cass: I didn't even come to fight you. I wanted you to meet somebody. You'll like them.

Lady Shiva (raising an eyebrow, intrigued): A person for me to meet? Hm, you got the upper hand, so I'll allow it.

Cass nodded, indifferent to her mother's opinion, and left the room to fetch the person, returning with Jason Todd in his Red Hood suit.

Cass (gesturing): Lady Shiva, this is my—

Lady Shiva (excitedly interrupting, eyes sparkling): You have a boyfriend!

Both Cass and Jason were taken aback by the question. They exchanged bemused glances before Jason took a few steps forward, stifling a laugh.

Cass (flustered, pointing at Jason): Um, he's not my—

Lady Shiva jumped to her feet and clapped eagerly.

Jason (amused): Aww you both clap, didn't know that was hereditary.

Cass (blushing): Jason, quiet. Shiva, I've never seen you react like this.

Lady Shiva (giddy): I can't help it, I usually can keep myself calm, but I finally meet a partner of hers. You know, I thought you and that Stephanie girl were going to get together, and I support it. She's better than the other seedy options. But Red Hood… I'll allow it. I've heard so much about him. Do I see grandbabies?

Jason was about to tell a lie, but Cass held up her hand while covering his eyes.

Cass (growing increasingly flustered): No! Wait, you'd give a pass for Stephanie? I'll… go back to that later, but he's not my boyfriend! He is my brother!

Lady Shiva (shocked): I never had a son… did that bastard cheat on me?!

Cass (exasperated, throwing her hands up): How does that make any sense? You aren't together and you said you'd screw Batman over David.

Lady Shiva (curious): Is he single yet?

Jason (chuckling under his breath, trying to keep it quiet): This is gold.

Cass glared at him for a moment, then turned her annoyance back to her mother.

Cass (firmly, arms crossed): Remember when Batman, who is in a committed relationship, adopted me because David is a monster? He has sons and Jason is one of them! Jason is my brother now. We're close and I wanted you to meet him because… Well you two share some ideals.

Jason (quickly correcting): One ideal. Only one! I would never kill Cass though, I tolerate her the most.

Cass glanced at Jason then giggled, shaking her head.

Lady Shiva (nodding, recalling): Batman? The one who brought me that skinny white boy and assumed I was his mother? He gave me the truth serum, and I had to set it straight that string bean wasn't related to me—

Jason (insulted, taking a step forward): I was a teenager at the time, harlot!

Cass stepped in front of Jason, pushing him back with a scolding glare, while Lady Shiva studied the taller man, tilting her head with a quizzical eyebrow raise.

Lady Shiva (smirking, eyes narrowing playfully): Oh, you're the kid? I heard about you, good for you. Someone actually ate their vegetables? I do remember that whiny voice though.

Jason (defensive): Hey!

Cass (interjecting, authoritative): Shiva! Stop being rude. Jason is my baby brother now, and you will be nice to him especially since I won this dumb battle.

Lady Shiva rolled her eyes, but a curt smile crept onto her lips as she extended her hand.

Lady Shiva: Nice to meet you again, Jackson.

Jason (correcting her, slightly exasperated): Jason. My name is Jason!

Lady Shiva (unconcerned): They're both J names.

Jason (crossing his arms, sarcastic): So this is what Rose goes through. I get it now. Yeah Cass I don't care for your womb carrier.

Cass (shrugging, understanding): Excuse her; being a bitch is her usual setting.

Lady Shiva (playfully defensive): Hey! I'm trying to be less of a jaded and cruel woman. You see, I met up with this woman, Talia, and she set me straight. She said she went insane, killed her son because her sister—now that Nyssa is a total bitch—warped her mind to do so. Then her dad—

Jason (interrupting, incredulously): Oh my God, she got parenting advice from Talia?

Cass (bemused): Yeah, I'm not loving where this is going.

Lady Shiva (waving her hand dismissively): Shush, let me finish. She said her father put her in the pit that brought her back to life and restored her mind. Great dad, by the way. She said she met her 'maker' and that it changed her. I doubted it… then I got shot and was dead-dead. Went in the pit, and ta-da!

Lady Shiva held out her hands, as if debuting herself as a new woman, and even did a little spin, her evil grin unwavering. Cass looked at Jason, who merely shrugged laughing.

Cass (hopeful): Right, so you stopped killing people for money and enjoyment?

Lady Shiva placed her hands on her hips, scoffing at the question.

Lady Shiva: I'm going to be better than the sperm donor that helped conceive you, but the fighting and killing, that's who I am.

Cass (resigned): Yeah… To be expected. I surround myself with the people who conflict with my morals, but so does the rest of my family.

Jason (taking that as a compliment): Aww, thanks Cass… That was a good thing right?

Cass nodded.

Lady Shiva (sincere): I'm happy for you sticking to your morals, Cassandra. Well since you and your "brother" did visit and you won our match, would you like a snack? I have these sugary cakes that are big in America. Little Debra is the name.

Cass was about to decline, but Jason walked past her eager to eat the desserts.

Jason: Hold on, sis, I love Little Debbie cakes! We can spend a few minutes here.

Cass sighed, placing a hand on her forehead and a small smile on her face. She shrugged, accepting this aspect of her life.

[intothefrisson]

A collection of sketches I haven't figured out what to do with yet, but thought you all should know they exist anyway 😌😌

[pollyna]

The first time Ice's realise they are in love is during their deployment in Italy. It's only for three months, but after a week, Mav discovers a little bakery not far from the base and he gets there when he can to buy a loaf or two.

The realisations come because, on Sunday morning, they are making lunch, and Mav scraps away the excessive flour from the top of bread like it's a normal thing to, something he's doing for years even if it's the first time Ice's noticed.

(Tom said something about too much flour on bread once, seven years ago. He doesn't remember what was the occasion.)

After that, he can't stop noticing all the little things Mav does for him, even if Ice barely mentioned something.

So, while Mav is getting ready for the day, weeks after, Ice can't help but say it.

"Hey, Mav?" He asks, putting down his cup of coffee "I'm in love with you."

Mav smiles. Ice can't say he's ever seen something, or someone, as beautiful as his boyfriend in that moment.

"I love you too."

[generalsdiary]

if you accept requests, can i request sunday with an express crew reader who has a fake halo ring on their head because they think that is pretty, they first meet him on the express and went to touch his halo ring thinking it is fake too? i know it is quite long and a bit specific so feel free to skip. And your writing is so good! your little analysis on sunday's wing ADORABLE.

(theirs is just plain sparkly rubber band😭)

hi anon! I do accept requests. and seriously don't worry, I LOVE THE IDEA, it is not at all too specific or long; actually the perfect amount for me to work with.

I would've written this yesterday when you sent the ask, but I was caught up painting (Sunday of all people lmao). also, I'm so glad you like my writing, tysm! hope you like this one, I wrote it really quickly, cos I'm still busy but this had caught my attention for sure.

Sunday x gn!reader

word count: 400~

One more check in the mirror, yes, it looks good. You nod at your reflection. The golden halo gives the illusion of realness. At least, that is what you tell yourself. It probably looks ridiculous to actual Halovians. Never mind, you smile at your sight in the mirror and head to the main car to greet guests.

Despite visiting Penacony with the crew, you failed to ever meet the infamous Sunday. And he looks even more beautiful in person, it is almost dazing.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” you chirp, shaking his hand.

“Likewise” Sunday smiles, you can almost hear a choir singing. He looks like an angel. That halo is perfect. Should you ask him for tips? You reach out with your hand. “Your halo looks amazing, how did you make it so perfectly?” and… your fingers pass through nothing. Feeling a bit surprised, you ponder if it is a gadget with a projector? Doubtful. It takes a few moments before you notice that you stunned the poor man.

Sunday dryly chuckles, “It… it is very real, I assure you.” He takes a small step to the side, making his halo move further away from your touch.

To say you blushed would be an understatement. Hoping the Express would crash at that moment just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this situation, “Uh.. I- I am so sorry- I didn’t mean to-“ you fumble with your words trying to salvage the situation.

“I understand. I can see your… pretend one.“ He smiles. You’re internally cursing at yourself and biting the inside of your cheek, could this be any more embarrassing?

“I just think they’re pretty. Angelic, and wonderfully complimentary on a person.” There’s a proud aura around you, maybe you saved the situation.

“Ah, so you’re a flatterer. Thank you, I do agree they are pretty. Although, they are a genetic part of me.” Sunday smiles. Internal high five, you saved the conversation. Except for the fact Sunday looked at you up and down. Is he checking you out? Or judging the way your halo looks on you? Either way, you avert your gaze, swallowing hard. What a bold man.

“I wasn’t trying to flatter-“ No, you gotta be bolder; match his energy, “I know they’re genetic, as I know that your kind can even influence, some of them, how the halo ends up looking.”

There’s a knowing glint in his eyes and an ever-resting smile. “I’ll happily explain how and why… care to get a drink with me and we can sit by one of the windows?” And there’s no way in hell you say no to him.

[voiddemon]

i need him.

[nonranghaes]

mentions: food + chris is implied to be slightly older than reader + mentions of reader having chubby cheeks.

sometimes your boyfriend simply chooses to be your biggest tormentor. exhibit a: he’s been teasing you about the (’cute’ in his words) way you eat strawberries for the past several minutes.

“i’m just saying!” he says with a laugh, watching you from the couch. “you’re just so cute about it!”

you still don’t get it, and he hasn’t elaborated in the slightest. you think it might be in the same way he finds his other friends closer to your age cute when they so much as breathe sometimes--like felix. then again, you’ve seen the way felix acts sometimes, and it is, indeed, cute. but all you’re doing is eating some strawberries you cut the tops off of, and you aren’t doing it any cuter than how a person normally eats strawberries. you’re literally just eating them. simple as that.

you pick up the bowl and move over to sit with him instead. “just try to explain.”

and he manages to quell his giggles as he hugs the pillow he’s been holding tighter against his chest. “okay,” he says. “you love strawberries.”

this is a fact. most people know it about you, but you’d say they’re probably your favorite fruit--or among the top of your list if nothing else.

“so you get this really cute look on your face when you eat a really good strawberry,” he says. “also... these,” he reach out, pinching one of your cheeks, and he chuckles again when you grimace. “automatically make you cute. it’s like when jisung eats and his cheeks puff out.”

you swat at his hand, “so you’re saying i look like a squirrel.”

“no!” he laughs, “i’m saying all of it just makes you... cuter.” he paws through the air until he catches your hand in his. “it’s like when you say i’m cute.”

“because you are!”

“i don’t get it--you say it when i’m not even doing anything!”

“because you’re cute!”

he giggles, pulling the bowl of strawberries aside as he ditches the pillow in favor for you. “then i guess,” he places the quickest peck against your lips, eyes crinkling as he smiles hard, “we just have to agree that we’re both cute.” 

even if you don’t get it... you think you can agree to that one.

[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

he had a dream about some romantic things the two of you could do, only to realize he's just sleeping in bed with you.

bf!lyney x gn!reader

author's note: why do i make so much lyney(i love him plus he doesn't have enough writes for himself imo) so i hope you enjoy this! BTW THIS IS NOT ANY TYPE OF ANGST😭 jusr lyney being the clingy bf he is

"ugh... why was it just a dream..."

-sleeping normally with your bf.

-his head on your belly, holding you close, while one of your hands was on his waist, and the other in his hair

-the two of you fall asleep like that almost every night(nobody is complaining)

-he was muttering some stuff under his breath that woke you up slowly, but didn't disturb him in his dreamland cuz he was smiling(adorable)

-slowly, he wakes up and sees the two of you laying in bed together

-realizing it was a dream, he buried his head in your chest

-a muffled "nooo" was all that was heard

-he dreamt of the two of you walking around the city of fonatine, holding hands, walking towards a big field of rainbow roses

-he lead you there and immediately pulled out a rainbow rose from behind your ear

-you two were so happy... smiling... laughing... so... romantic.

-you then laid on the grass, inhaling the scent of the beautiful rainbow roses which you oh-so-adored.

-cloudgazing together...

-laughing together...

-saying "i love yous"

-he was truly yours,

-and you were truly his.

-you're the same in the real world, but something about making such a beautiful day into just a dream?

-damn it.

-"what's wrong, lyn?" you asked as he finally got his head up and looked at you

-"i had a beautiful dream."

-"yeah?"

-"it wasn't real."

-"is there any way to make it real?"

-his ears perked up at the question, he faintly smiled and said:

-"well... yes, actually!" he was back with that warm smile you loved...

-"and how do i do that?"

-"let me tell you, mon amour..." he then started explaining it all and getting so lost in thought that you had to interrupt him.

-"does tomorrow sound good?"

-he smiled even more widely. that true, genuine smile of his...

-"sounds great, mon cœur!"

-"i'm glad..." you kissed his nose softly.

-"now go to sleep, and dream more dreams of us, it makes me happy to hear about them..." you added before you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes.

-"goodnight, my dear... i love you..." he sleepily said, already drifting off to sleep.

-"i love you too, lyney..."

~~~~~

no way i had motivation for this

i quite like it despite not making it that long!!

now i wanna do something with gaming(the new genshin char lmao) or the leaked dahlia... i love them sm but they're gonna probably be ooc if i do it so🤷 idk i'll see

[quesadilla-day]

kissy kissy

[revasserium]

men who, when you try to pull your hand away from them, frown and pause and hold on tighter, pulling you in till you're bumping into their side, and when you blink up at them, asking what's wrong -- they just say, "don't let go."

and then much, much later, "i don't like it when you try to let go."

KAGEYAMA, aone, ushijima?, TSUKKI, sae, nagi, RIN

[chaosduckies]

New Years Resolutions!