#mididoodles

[seiwas]

Henlo sel I just woke up and read trough all the asks for this (how are you btw ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and my love sick ass would like to request kento ❤️❤️❤️❤️

midi omg icb u read thru all the asks shadbfjsdb but oh kento, neatly rolls up his belt after removing it (just imagine that entire action ugoogdh) and definitely moves you to the inner side of the road/street when crossing. if he doesn't move you, then he's going to the other side himself (and he does it without saying anything too)

(i am doing okay!!! wbu!!)

LET'S PLAY!! send me a character & i'll tell you smth attractive they do!

[strawberrystepmom]

i am absolutely beside myself at @mididoodles and her talent and her sweet soul but omg guys can you even believe…….i’ve been shrieking for hours…..thank you so much midi 😭

[irisintheafterglow]

alright @mididoodles since you're so determined to absolutely annihilate my psyche every time you press post, here's wonderwall hockey player!satoru x skater!reader

it couldn't be that bad to go a little later to the rink, right? right?

wrong, so very wrong.

on top of sleeping through your alarm, you couldn't find your skate guards after you carelessly tossed them on your desk the night prior. you ended up having to wrench them from your dog, nearly dropping your car keys in the trash in the process. by the time you were through the double doors and shivering against the frigid air, someone's already occupied your usual timeslot. sure, it was a free skate before doors officially opened, but years of going to the same rink established that you were the one on the ice at the asscrack of dawn. the ticket sellers knew it, the zamboni drivers knew it, even other skaters knew that you had first claim. everyone was aware of your seniority, it seemed, except for the lanky hockey player swinging pucks into a net on the far side of the ice. you lace up your skates and pray for him to leave, grimacing when he doesn't and hopping onto the rink anyway. if he hit you with a puck, the lawsuit would certainly pay for your next program's costume.

you tune him out the best you can and try to ignore the way his muscles stretch against his compression long sleeve, something much too light to be wearing for a typical hockey player. you don't skate close enough to see his face, but the corded muscle on his back was enough to have your face heating. his hair was nearly the same color as the ice, and he flipped it back every so often to get it out of his face. in another world where you weren't sharing the rink with him, you'd have found yourself with a little crush on him. the music in your earbuds isn't enough, however, to drown out the sound of the stick hitting the puck over and over and over again, not to mention the times when he misses the net and the puck ricochets off the walls of the rink. your jumps become messier than usual, as are your spins, and you can only accredit it to the other occupant of the rink. after barely a few minutes of trying to share and run through your drills without using half your space, you give up and make to leave. you'd just have to come back tomorrow and hope he wasn't there.

"hey, wait! i was just leaving," a vaguely familiar voice calls to your back. it's melodic and incredibly confident, borderline arrogant. "sorry i stole your spot; i have a game tonight and i wanted to get some extra practice goals in before class." the crunch of skates sprinting across the ice and power-sliding to a halt floats into your ears and you look at the perpetrator from the corner of your eye, turning fully to look at him when your brain clicks into place who he is. "oh, shit!"

"satoru?" he mirrors the surprise in your tone, throwing his head to the side with a lopsided smile as he states your name tenderly. "oh my god, what are you doing here?" your mouth breaks into a grin, grateful to be free from the scowl you were wearing a few minutes prior. your eyes flick down to his lips as his tongue runs absentmindedly over a sparkling canine.

"i had to come in a little earlier than i usually do; i didn't know that it's during the time you're here. it's really good to see you," he says warmly and you feel your face warm. "you went pro, yeah?" you nod, casually leaning a shoulder against the plexiglass walls of the rink. he crosses his toned arms across his chest and you fight the urge to stare. it's rude to ogle the arms of your childhood crush turned hot hockey player bad boy, you scold yourself. "how's that going?"

"mmm, i just got back from russia a few weeks ago. holiday intensives and such."

"wow, that's incredible. not like i'm surprised, though. you were always the best skater in our group."

"not true. i had to use you as a walker a few times when we were first starting out," you remind him and he laughs at the memory. "you made me hold your hand while i shimmied around the perimeter."

"and you asked if i was born with skates on my feet, i remember."

"how's suguru?"

"he's great. he's usually here with me but i couldn't drag him out of his house this early in the morning."

"in true suguru fashion, really," you joke. you feel like you're seven again, staring up at satoru's bright blue eyes absolutely lovestruck. he still makes you feel butterflies, even over a decade later. "you said you had a game later?"

"yeah, here at 6:00. you should come if you're free. watch me kick ass on the ice for old time's sake."

"i'll do my best. i'm meeting a new ballet teacher who's coaching us on musicality later this afternoon."

"i don't know what any of those words mean," he states plainly and you snort. "i never understood your world."

"and i never understood yours," you confess. "yet, here we are."

"here we are, indeed," he murmurs, looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before. it has your heart racing like an idiot. "well, i'll let you have your rink back. thanks for letting me borrow it." he carefully steps past you and heads for the benches, throwing back his snowy hair in a way that has you gripping the edge of the wall for stability. it takes all of your willpower to keep your voice from shaking.

"i'd say come use it anytime, but i am very protective of my timeslot." he sends you a smile over his shoulder. holy shit, were his shoulders always that broad? and was he always that tall? was he always this fucking hot?

"i'll respect it, though i might pop in to watch you skate. you're mesmerizing, you know?"

"careful, any more sweet words and i'll think you have a crush on me." the words slip from your mouth faster than you can stop them and he looks at you curiously, and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amused at your jab. you'd learned to flirt from him, after all.

when he's slipped out of his skates and re-approached you, you're barely tall enough to look him in the eyes. "it was good to see you," he murmurs.

"feeling's mutual." he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo and you resist the urge to touch his undercut.

"i missed you." his three words have you feeling weak in the knees and slightly breathless. "a lot." despite the chill, you feel your palms start to sweat.

"i missed you too."

"keep your eyes on me tonight?" you roll your eyes at his familiar, comforting self-assurance.

"like i would look at anyone else." his eyes are sparkling and time seems to slow down to a honey-covered crawl. "what number should i be watching?" he cracks a mischievous smirk, shrugging and walking to the exit. you're speechless on the ice until he turns back a final time.

to tell you that his number is your birthday.

I CALL WRITING THE GAME I'M GONNA WRITE THE GAME I WANNA WRITE THE GAME SOON I JUST FEEL SO AWKWARD WRITING WITHOUT ANY FIRST MEET/CONTEXT

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[stellamancer]

a modified version of the tag game that @itoshisoup tagged me in where you share all your major blorbos/selfships you've had over the years and (only if you are comfortable with it) specify how old you were when you hyperfixated on them

i was already making this powerpoint but this tag game gave me reason to finish it. please note this is restricted to only characters i have written or read fanfic for (there were three characters on here who i deleted).

actually, in looking at this while my type is largely undefined i do think there are some common elements among them all.

tagging (with no pressure):

@jozstankovich || @shotorus || @mididoodles and anyone else who may want to play

[seiwas]

Hi sel hello this is dhdjjdhfhr I'm so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ ok I was taking a break from studying right and I was scrolling twitter (I refuse to call it x) and then I found this and wHEW I need to share it cause I do not gatekeep 🙏🏻🙏🏻

https://twitter.com/innaillus/status/1723463672918368262?t=zk3oLovF_7R9MAHQNLNkoA&s=19

They have a nanami and geto version too and wow would you look at that I am now a blob on the floor ok imma go back to studying hope you have a nice day babes mwah mwah 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

midi. oh my god. MIDI.

rated 🔞 — look at your own risk

(i mean it . i think my heart stopped . 🐱 DROPPED)

i don’t even know what to SAY rn . oh my fucking GOD . thank you???!!!!!!????!!!!!!?!!?!!

literally out rn and i had to sit down… brain empty rn… i hope you have a good study. looked at the geto one. also the nanami. i’m. idk how i can get back to writing. i hope YOU 🫵 have the best day.

[irisintheafterglow]

of daisies and collisions

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: thelonious monk - "green chimney's"

summary: nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters. (nanami x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: strangers to lovers (??), first meeting, banter-driven fluff with a little bit of angst at the beginning, gojo cameo

note: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR NANAMI RAHHHHHH. thank you to @yutaleks for donating as a part of @ficsforgaza !!! also,,, threw in a little reference for @mididoodles my og nanami lover. i hope you like this :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Nanami Kento considered himself a simple man. 

A week ago, he would have clocked out of work and driven home alone, maybe throwing a baking show on the TV while he made pan-fried dinner in solitude. Nothing got past Nanami’s walls because he didn’t let them. Simple, easy, boring–that was his life since leaving Jujutsu society. Nothing exciting and nothing new, life passed him by and he allowed it to slip through his fingers like water, letting himself become pulled into the mundane pushing-and-pulling tide of everyday life. He wasn’t a sorcerer anymore; just a working man with too much time on his hands, seeing shadows no one else could. Yet, the thought lingered in his mind: who was benefiting from his efforts?

That was his existence, up until a week ago when a novice driver scraped the hood of his car in just the right way to make the engine go completely kaput. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir!��� 

“I am aware of your remorse. Kindly give me your information so we can handle this in a timely manner.” 

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir!” He exhaled through his nose. The boy couldn’t have been older than eighteen and any other decent adult would have sympathy for the kid. Nanami, however, couldn’t be bothered and took down the teenager’s license and registration with as minimal words as possible. Soon enough, his phone was pressed to his cheek as he called a cab, the nearest one being at least fifteen minutes away. Before he could slip his phone back into his pocket, he senses a body rushing toward his seconds until an inevitable impact. He tries to pivot so that the figure brushes past his arm instead of colliding, but it’s no use. Your shoulder rams into his and you stumble, briefly aware of his hand brushing your forearm to catch you. 

“Sorry about that!” You’re giving him an apologetic smile, still continuing in your current direction. You’re clutching a small stack of papers and you grasp at them as they start to slip from your arms. He gapes unexpectedly, meeting your eyes from over your shoulder. His silence seems to concern you and you take a few steps back toward him with drawn eyebrows. “A-Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” he forces out after a moment, taking a disorienting amount of time to regain his bearings. Why was he so startled by you? “Are you–”

“Okay, great! I have to,” you stutter, gesturing the opposite way, “I have to go. I’m so sorry about running into you, again. Have a good one!” Nanami finds his hand acting on its own, stretching out to grab your attention before you’re gone. He’s a millisecond too late and realizes with a weight in his stomach why he couldn’t stop staring at you. There was something attached to you, something inhuman. It was nearly imperceptible because of your normalcy and any other sorcerer would have missed it, but he saw it, the grotesquely snake-like Curse winding its coils around your neck. The question comes into the forefront of his mind again: who was benefiting from his efforts?

Shit. 

He trails after you without thinking, without any regard as to whether he would miss the cab or get home after the sun disappears. You’re texting someone frantically while still shuffling around your papers, checking street signs every so often before taking a sharp turn right into a brick building Nanami had never entered before. MIDI’S: JAZZ AND DRINKS, read the neon yellow sign, and he pushes through the door without another moment’s hesitation. 

“How are we feeling tonight, ladies and gentlemen?” Cheering, a few hoots and hollers. It’s comfortingly warm in the dark space, dimly lit by a few dandelion lanterns and a tasteful amount of plain candles. There’s a bar tucked into the left wall with two bartenders chatting up distinguished-looking customers. Crowded tables and attendees lounging in creaky chairs litter the space, sipping from honey-colored bottles and crystal glasses. It’s homey, Nanami thinks. Not necessarily his usual crowd, but he could find solace in it. “We’ve got a lot more music up for you tonight, featuring our very own pride of Midi’s.” Nanami’s eyes are drawn to the circular stage at the center of the room, where the announcer gestures behind her to a person seated at the piano. He blinks once, then twice, before realizing that it’s you. You smile into the darkness, wincing a bit when the snake Curse around your shoulders squeezes tauntingly. You had no idea of the danger you were in, which Nanami figured was the reason he orders a glass of bourbon and finds a less-crowded corner of the club. 

Your fingers dance on the keys of the piano, gliding and crossing over each other lighter than touching a paintbrush to a canvas. Your movements are smooth and unrestrained, flawless except for the momentary constriction of the Curse attached to you. The Curse’s eyes find Nanami’s and it seems to smile, constricting harder than it had previously while maintaining eye contact. You cough hard enough that your song is interrupted and the other musicians around you quickly cover for you as you struggle for a drink of water. The Curse was restricting your ability to play, and his body again reacted before his mind. 

He focuses a significant amount of Cursed Energy into his balled fist–not enough to be noticeable to non-sorcerers, but enough to serve as a warning for the Curse blocking your airway. It recoils like a vampire caught in direct sunlight, slinking away into the darkness behind the piano. It was still attached to you, but he knew it wouldn’t pester you for the rest of your performance. Exorcizing the Curse himself was risky, since you’d recognize Nanami as soon as he was in close proximity. As the last step in his quiet plan to keep you safe, he opens his messages and scrolls through the endless amount of heart-emoji texts he left unanswered, sending his location to the one contact in his phone that isn't involved with being a salaryman. 

> LOCATION SENT - NANAMI KENTO TO GOJO SATORU 

— 

“That’s them? That’s why you send me to a jazz bar at 7:00 P.M. on a Thursday?” 

“Don’t call them ‘that,’ Gojo. It’s crass,” Nanami mutters, another sip of bourbon burning down his throat. The blindfolded sorcerer beside him shrugs indifferently, considering you again. You’re playing with more life than you were the week prior, when the Curse was snug around your neck like a deadly scarf. He might have imagined it, but Nanami could have sworn you caught his eye and winked at him. Gojo insists those winks were for him, though. “But, yes. They are the reason I sent you that message.” 

“Why’d you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why’d you follow them and get involved, anyway? It’s not like you to get concerned with things that don’t benefit the collective. At least, not since you left,” Gojo replies. It’s harsh, a little blunter than Gojo’s usual lackadaisical comments, but he’s right. Nanami hadn’t been worried about a single person besides himself in a long while, however much he didn’t like to admit it. He was fine protecting his own simple, boring existence, until he realized just how much he wanted to protect your existence too. Nanami Kento was a selfish man, inside, and he considered his actions to keep you safe not altruism, but an extension of his selfishness. That’d be too hard to express to Gojo, though, so he settles for mirroring his former colleague’s indifferent shrug. 

“Felt like the correct path to follow,” he answers. The small bundle of daisies sitting in Nanami’s lap weighs heavier than a dumbbell, and it occurs to him just how out of his element he was. He was used to things being clean-cut and easy, but his recent interest in getting to know you had thrown off his entire livelihood. “We are to keep people safe, are we not?”

“I’m supposed to keep those people safe. I don’t really know what you’re doing anymore,” Gojo drawls. “Though, I will say, they’re really pretty. You think I can pull them?”

“The only thing pulling you is my arm out of this establishment if you don’t be quiet,” Nanami deadpans. “Plus,” he looks down at the stray flower petals sprinkling his dress pants, “I have first dibs.”

You smile at him when he approaches you sidestage after your set, visibly more relaxed without the Curse on your back. Gojo was long gone doing who-knows-what, leaving Nanami to deal with the unwanted fluttering in his gut. 

“You’re back again. Enjoy the show last week?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “You are incredibly talented.” 

“Thank you.” Your eyes flick down to the flowers in his fist, comically small in comparison to his large hands. “Those for me?” 

“Y-Yes, of course,” he sputters, handing you the bunch more stiff than he planned. A silent understanding hides behind your expression; you can see through him like glass. Somehow, he doesn’t mind. “Were you–”

“Are you–” You both speak at the same time and abruptly trail off, insisting that the other goes first. “Please,” you concede with a wave of your hand, “go ahead.”

“I was going to ask if you were playing here for the first time when we ran into each other, last week.” 

“Was it that obvious?” You rub the back of your neck with your hand, your smile turning playfully embarrassed. “I had this weird cough that was messing with my health, so that’s why I was running late. It was also probably why I collided with you on the sidewalk,” you chuckle. 

“I am unbothered,” he admits. His thoughts slip out from his mouth without thinking. “I wouldn’t mind if you collided with me again.” Your eyes widen and Nanami can feel his face begin to burn, Gojo’s devilish grin at the back of his mind accusing him of being terrible at relationships. “I-I’m not sure why I said that–”

“It’s Kento, right?” You’re peering at him curiously, as if you were trying to hold in a laugh. The sound of his name on your lips is more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol from the bar. 

“Yes, how did you–”

“The blindfolded guy came up to me during my break and said he was with you,” you state, the corner of your mouth still quirking like you were hiding a secret. “You have weird friends.” You didn’t know half of it. 

“Right,” he forces out. You didn’t seem to mind how goofy Nanami was acting; in fact, something in his head told him that you liked it. “Well, I-I apologize for such a bold–”

“You know,” you cut in as the back of your hand delicately brushes the tiny flowers in your hand. “My set tomorrow night ends early and there’s a really good sandwich shop just up the street. Maybe I could collide with you there?” 

“That would–Yes, I would like that,” he barely replies. You tear a corner from your sheet music and scribble something onto it. You press it into his palm as you head backstage, your touch electrifying every single nerve you made contact with. 

“See you tomorrow,” you wave with that same small smile he was losing himself to. For better or for worse, something about meeting you made Nanami unwilling to go back to that simple, easy way he was living before. 

GREEN CHIMNEY’S (PG. 3)

(XXX) XXX-XXXX 

here’s that song you like, it’s the one you smile at every time <3 

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[seiwas]

Hi sel <3

UM. HELLO!? MIDI/ HELLO!??! WTFFGDGFD WHAT THE OFOFK DFJBSJHDF WHERE IS KATSUKI NATION I NEED YALL RN

@willowser @andypantsx3 @stellamancer @soumies @gfguren

[seiwas]

@kentoangel @mididoodles @soumies

Double cake 🍰

[mieiri]

reach mine. collab au event masterlist

hello everyone! all submissions and art works will be linked back to this event masterlist for easier navigation : ) remember to tag your pieces under #reach mine. collab au thank you again for joining!! ✰༉

❛. . in the end, we are nothing more than love and space dust. ❜

genshin impact.

˖ ࣪  untitled, raiden shogun x zara! ‹ @euthymiko

summary to be added . . selfship piece.

˖ ࣪  untitled, yae miko x fem!reader ‹ @euthymiko

summary to be added . .

˖ ࣪  when you’re around (teach me your anatomy, we’ll see how far we go) neuvillette x fem!reader ‹ @mieiri

the weather in fontaine has been a little drastic these days, but no one knows what’s the cause behind the sudden change between heavy storms and light summer rain— but maybe you do? (the three times monseiur neuvillette is deeply confused and the one time he understands the whole world.)

˖ ࣪  untitled, wriothesley x midi! ‹ @mididoodles

summary to be added . . selfship art piece!

jujutsu kaisen.

˖ ࣪  untitled, kenjaku x reader! ‹ @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

summary to be added . .

one piece.

˖ ࣪  untitled, portgas d. ace x reader! ‹ @ofoceansandtombsanew

summary to be added . .

˖ ࣪  untitled, portgas d. ace x gn!reader ‹ @head-empty-just-ace

summary to be added . . enemies to (forced) soulmates?!

this masterlist is still under construction and will be updated accordingly. if you have any questions, please send an ask to the event hostess ( @mieiri. ) thank you! ☻

[irisintheafterglow]

saw a dash game where you take a poll of your five favorite characters of all time and see who everyone thinks is the best so..

no pressure tags :)) @seiwas @mididoodles @lees-chaotic-brain @andypantsx3 @ur-local-simp

[seiwas]

SEL YOU NEED TO SEE THIS I AM SO

MIDI OH MY GOD IM CRYING REAL TEARS WTAFHDSJBFH I SAW THIS WHILE I WAS IN THE GYM AND HAD TO FIGHT MY TEARS LITERALLYSD VHSADV 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[irisintheafterglow]

thank you for all the love on coparenting megumi with satoru <33 i'm low-key trying to find that niche that becomes what my account is known for so it's super encouraging to have people receive my stuff with so much love.

and while I'm here pls check out

@stsgluver for more satoru fics and

@mididoodles for amazing art based on stuff i brain farted out

i love you all, sending hugs and kisses muah

[seiwas]

Sel!!! For the ask game :] kiri, katsuki, nanami and megumi :D

midi!! thank u for sending in 🥹

since these are only 4, i’ll be adding 6 more!! — akaashi, oikawa, shouto, izuku, yuuta, choso

Marry -> katsuki

Drink tea with -> choso

Party with -> kiri

Kiss -> megumi

Go out on a date with -> akaashi

Push down the stairs -> oikawa

Slap -> yuuta

Invade the dreams of -> izuku

Take a nap with -> nanami

Rob -> shouto

send me 10 names and i’ll answer!!

[krisdreaming]

THE NEW SERIES SKSJJAHAHA 👁👁 I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT I'M SURE IT'S GONNA BE AMAZING AS ALWAYS 💞❤💕💞💕❤💕 can I be added to the tag list 👉👈

AHHH YAYAY IM GLAD YOU'RE EXCITED!! Hehe of course, you're added!! ❤️

[seiwas]

@mididoodles @ceroseis @chositooo

what if nanami came back as a villain?

[irisintheafterglow]

UR HOCKEY PLAYER GOJO!! https://www.instagram.com/p/C39AqsosXN8/?igsh=ODdkZXp3NWprbzZu

(* >ω<) <333

ASDASGSKAJLF IM SCREAMING CRYING THORWING UP THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIMMMM BARKBARKBARKBARK

@mididoodles please join me in the barking