#its sweet you suppose

[yeyinde]

reader tripping into the sugar baby scene (totally by accident) and unfortunately landing in the lap of mean, older blue-collar worker Simon—who has no intentions of giving you the lifestyle he thinks you were after, but isn't about to pass up an opportunity to keep fucking you like he was.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[ladysatoru]

cant stop thinking about when the strawhats were having sandwiches for breakfast and Law was like I HATE BREAD so sanji served rice cakes especially for him

[baeshijima]

hmmm.... thoughts about composer!reader, whose pieces are always created for and featured in mr reca's films/projects.

people aren't sure when it first started, but in the release of one of his prior films was an ost. of course, it's not unusual to have music in such projects, but that one had felt... different, somehow — in the way its composition struck the chords of many, with billions across the cosmos instantly scouring for who made that piece.

it, of course, didn't take all that long when your name was featured in the credits. however there was barely any information aside from your name and credentials. (seriously, how could there not even be a single photo?!) no one knew what you looked like for quite a long time, only ever recognising your name and your music; even despite the numerous interviews, mr reca had never disclosed anything about you other than your talents. it came to a point where everyone believed they would never see your appearance.

well, until all hell broke loose during the annual intergalactic film awards, that is.

everyone already knew the drill — if mr reca had directed a film that year, it would undoubtedly win the adapted/original screenplay, cinematography, directing, production design, sound, music (original score and song), and film of the year awards, which also led to you winning both the music awards. usually, the composers would be the ones to collect said awards. however, the masses have become used to mr reca being the one to collect them on your behalf with thank you's also on your behalf.

that's how it's been ever since you made your mark in the universe, and so it really is understandable the uproar created by those in and out of attendance when the one who went collect the two awards wasn't the esteemed director, but a completely unfamiliar person; you.

you are definitely younger than they originally thought, having believed it must have been someone of a senior status of sorts to have consistently created such masterpieces. all eyes are trained on you as you step on stage and into the limelight for the first time, the light enhancing your features and formal attire when approaching the mic with a small flashcard in hand. your mouth opens, and the audience leans in with baited breaths as they await your first words.

...only for nothing to come out.

everyone watches a little dumbfounded as you try to talk once more but, aside from gaping like a fish, your efforts remain futile. it doesn't take long for you to clamp your mouth and eyes shut, even raising the awards in front of you in an attempt to shield your face from the crowd.

you... you were just really shy. or maybe a little...socially awkward, perhaps...? if this was the reason you never showed yourself, then they're beginning to understand why...

it passes in a blur — quite literally in that of brown. one moment you are alone on the stage, the next you have the presence of the renown director standing slightly in front of you, as though acting as a shield from the many prying eyes.

"apologies," he begins, his usual smile on display, "but my dearest composer has been suffering with a sore throat these past few days. on their behalf, we thank you all kindly for your support in our work."

and then he swiftly leaves with you tucked under and shielded by his coat, murmuring unreadable words to you as you both disappear backstage and leave everyone in a state of frenzy; to both those inside the ceremonial hall, and to those watching live elsewhere.

(it was only discovered after the awards ceremony concluded what the director had said to you, with the uploader being dubbed as a holy saint for their contributions to society. while the visual aspects of the video itself were not the clearest, barely anyone had it within themselves to complain when the audio was clear as crystal:

"and here i thought you were going to be brave and face your stage fright after all that pep-talk you gave yourself on the way here."

"i'm sorry... i really thought i could do it this time..."

"now, now, i'm merely teasing. you made a big step just making an appearance here today. i know how much courage this took for you, and i'm proud of you for facing it."

"really...?"

"but of course. i'm always proud of you, [name]. there is not a moment where i haven't been.")

(it also was not long until the cosmos was taken by storm when various pictures snapped during the awards ceremony spread. the millions of candids featuring you were one of the most liked and shared, with the top spot joined by the sequence of pictures taken of mr reca's soft expression when watching you onstage, into his realisation of your predicament, into him running onstage and shielding you from the cameras when making your way backstage.)

(...the drastic influx of fan accounts dedicated to both you alone and to you and reca should really be a studied phenomenon.)

[bittersnsweetz]

if you guys havent read mutually assured destruction by venomouschocolate on ao3, it is one of my favourite krisnix centric fics and i cannot recommend it enough. its so. raw. and emotionally devastating. i started thinking about this paragraph again and had to draw fanart for it

just. the aftermath of everything. the simultaneous pain of relief and the bottomless pit in your stomach when you realise what it all means for you. so much you cannot express in words. so much grief STILL. when you should be celebrating. fucks me up, quite frankly. joyous!

[sobsinfrench]

HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY OMORI oh and merry Christmas too ig

Big thank you to @yayi_fuji on Twitter or insta for the shading!!

Lyrics are from Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Musical Miracle 🙄 if you even care

[undercoverangell]

thinking about a sorta. sweet little idea where maybe penelope would give odysseus like. a small little thing of some of her perfume or whatever to take w him to troy. just so he has some reminder of her in that way.

[purpleleafsyt]

Glad to have you back.

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

i think my least favorite smut-word is 'turgid'. that is not a sexy word.

[saturnniidae]

The urge to give modern au Hiccup the name Håkon and have Hiccup be a nickname but also it's so fucking funny to me when modern aus have his full legal name be 'Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III' in the 21st century.

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

ahh i keep thinking about the flying vision of a sweet little ame being like an imaginary fairy friend to england... especially while grown insufferable ame does some shit in the background

[good-beans]

I know most of our focus goes (rightfully) to the trial songs, but I genuinely believe Baptism of Fire is equally a masterpiece of meaningful writing and intense vocal acting

Incoming tag rant because I need to yell about this, feel free to yell back

[osaumu]

some info about jjk dazai :)

he’s Just Some Guy, never formally trained in jujutsu, naturally gifted and honed his below abilities by himself with the guidance of his mentor (most likely mori) .

toying with the idea that if he hones his technique enough he might be able to rid a person/spirit of their cursed energy completely (which for the spirit would result in their physical body being rendered almost useless and therefore easier to exorcise) and due to the nature of this ability and the ones below, he’s classed as an unregistered special grade

his cursed technique is cursed energy nullification and renders the users cursed energy output, you guessed it, NULL. it’s limited to physical touch with an after effect of around 5 seconds, enough for him to land a quick physical hit on you or begin making an escape, likewise though that cursed techniques that don't require touch cannot be used against him (think chuuya's gravity maniplation and how it doesn't work on dazai)

cursed tools will work on him in the sense that the tool itself may slash, cut, ?? shoot ?? at him and he can be physically harmed by the action, but the cursed energy imbued in the tool will not effect him and again, the cursed energy on the tool will be rendered null for an after effect of 5 seconds if it touches him

his domain expansion is No Longer Human, a dark and vast space that renders all inhabitants cursed energy captured within it useless, they’re just like regular people. the same goes for cursed spirits caught either in his technique by touch, or his domain expansion, because while their physical body is there they simply cannot use techniques, so you’re just fighting a monster without any special cursed skills

within bsd it's shown that if an ability user possesses an ability that they can trap their opponent inside, dazai is still able to nullify that too, this would work the same for his opponents domains, he cannot be kept inside them - or rather the effects of them

don’t work on him

to avoid the destruction of his domain, the domain itself it creates two other mirror images of dazai, therefore making it harder to discern which one to attack to break the domain (taken as there are three ages which are significant within his canon timeline. 15, 18, 22)

the pm and the ada still exist in this universe and simply work in tandem to protect yokohama from cursed spirits. the pm do their regular business alongside this at night and the ada during the day, whilst also taking on cases related to cured spirits / energy. some members of either affiliation may have at one time been aligned with jujutsu society but left of their own volition / other circumstances

dazai was aligned with the pm, following a similar journey in his story he later leaves and joins the ada or whatever they'd be called in the jjk verse :)

if you asked him, hey dazai how would you solve the main jjk storyline, he's handing you a loaded gun like ???? EASY ????

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

I almost finished a drawing today

Every layer just gets more stiff and odd proportion

Ok but like

It got better

I didn't give up after hours of nothing

There's something on the canvas

[windupaidoneus]

i know i said good night on main. i Lied. to you. yes you. (clasps hands together) the furries. let's think about them some more why don't we. you know i kinda think hancock could be a civet or something. i think his basic pick would be aaa fox (have not decided on the subspecies but i feel like that would be a fun thing to determine for him) & less uncommon pick would be civet. & THEN we can start assigning him more interesting ones like a magpie or perhaps a bee or ant (he is industrious). a turtle would be cool too