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[gojoest]

the way i fall for satoru more and more every day even after all this time is so astounding to me you truly are one of a kind bright eyes

[forgaeven1]

sometimes i think about how ginny was supposed to be a lot shorter than the original actress ( bonnie, who is gorgeous herself ofc ) and i look at my faceclaim and then i giggle happily

[plathfiles]

IVE ONLY READ A COUPLE OF UR FICS AND IM ALREADY INLOVE WITH UUUU

I was wondering if you do any x plus size reader, if not ignore this but if u do..

I was wondering if you could do a Felix Catton x plus size reader smut where she's not necessarily insecure but still doubts herself when Felix tells her she looks good in things that show off her body a bit more and then maybe some not necessarily rough (but a bit rough) but sensual smut where he like kisses her body without saying anything and like gets on his knees to like ig 'worship' the reader

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yes! I would LOVE to do felix x plus size!reader, as I myself am a plus size girly.

thank you so much for this request. I will do more fics with plus size!reader

I hope you enjoy xx

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pairing: felix catton x plus size! reader

warnings: smut! minors dni 💋, body insecurity, tooth rotting fluff, felix being a lover boi, angst to fluff if you squint, oral fem! receiving.

“Felix,” you giggled, pulling away from his grasp. His hands were on your thighs, the plush skin comforting Felix.

He pouted in response, reaching out for you. “No, I want to hold you,” Felix said, giving you his iconic puppy dog look.

You couldn’t say no that face, so you let him wrap his body around you. Your head tucked into his chest, as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I do have to go soon. I need to change my clothes for dinner,” you said, after a few moments.

Felix knew dinner was soon and his mother had ridiculous standards of dressing up for the last meal of the day. “I don’t want to let you go,” Felix said softly.

“Well you might have to. My dress will take forever to get into,” you rolled you eyes playfully.

“Will it be easy to take off?” Felix smirked, looking down at you as you pulled away from his warm and comfortable embrace.

“Felix,” you blushed a bright shade of pink. You stood up and wrapped your arms around your waist. Felix smiled up at you with a look of praise.

The last rays of sunshine hit your face and to Felix you looked like an angel. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He said, reaching out for your hands and moving them to your side.

You only nodded slightly. Sometimes you didn’t feel beautiful. And you didn’t fully understand what Felix saw in you. Every girl at Oxford and he chose you…it didn’t make any sense in your brain.

But Felix only wanted you. He loved you and the way your school clothes fit around your body. Felix loved your thighs and how they fit around his large hands. At night, you were warm against his chest, while he held you close to him.

“I have to go change, Felix,” you said, walking out of this room and down the hallway to yours.

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After changing into your dress, you walked down the stairs to the dinner table. Felix was already at the dinner table, talking with Venetia.

When you stepped into the room all eyes turned to you. Felix’s heart stopped, you were breathtakingly beautiful. Your sapphire dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was shiny and out of your face. Felix noted that your eyes looked like a doe’s. Innocent and beautiful, full of hope and life.

You took your seat across the table from Felix and the dinner commenced.

Dinner was pretty normal, there was gossip from poor dear Pamela and Elsbeth. Farleigh and Oliver bickered like an old married couple, Venetia drank a bottle of wine, and you and Felix couldn’t keep your eyes off one another.

After dinner you slipped into your room. Infront of your mirror you began to take off the dress from dinner, pawing at the zipper in the back.

You couldn’t quite reach it and you groaned in frustration. You’d left the bathroom door slightly open and Felix, hearing your groan and was curious, knocked on the door.

“Everything alight, love,” Felix asked, walking up behind you.

“I can’t get the zipper,” you blushed.

“May I?” He asked, reaching for your back.

You nodded, “please,” you smiled softly.

Felix moved a hand to the zipper and unzipped your gown. The zipper went along your curves and Felix’s breath caught in his throat.

With the zipper undone, you shrugged off the dress. Felix was still behind you, both of you looking at your form in the mirror. “Y/n, you’re gorgeous,” Felix said softly.

You looked at him through the reflection in the glass. “Why me Felix?” You asked. Felix’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why you, what?” He asked.

“Out of all the beautiful — skinny — girls you could have chosen. Why did you chose me?” You asked.

Felix’s arms wrapped protectively around your waist. His head went to the crook of your neck and you made eye contact in the mirror.

“I love your body. I love how you show it off for me. You fit so perfectly against me, within me,” he whispered in your ear.

You leaned into him and Felix kissed your neck. “I chose you because I want you,” he said simply.

He turned you around to face him, hands still on your waist. You looked up at him softly. “Thank you Felix, you have no idea what your reassurance means,” you said.

Felix nodded and leaned into kiss you softly. Then when he pulled say he said, “Let me worship you.”

You nodded and Felix trailed a hand down your waist and to your panty line. He hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled your panties down to the floor.

Felix trailed kisses from your neck, down to your stomach and then to you hip. He then got on down on his knees, reaching your center.

His hands went up your thighs, one hand moving in between your folds. “So wet for me already,” Felix praised.

You stifled a moan and looked down at Felix on his knees for you. It was a lovely sight. He moved a finger to your clit, rubbing tiny circles. He looked up at your face, it was full of pleasure. Felix felt himself harden.

Removing his finger, he replaced it with his lips. His lips connected with your clit and you let out a moan. Felix sucked and kissed at your bud, worshiping you and the ground you walked on.

As he continued to eat you out, a knot in your stomach formed. Felix licked and sucked like a mad man, starving. Your moans and whimpers only spurring him on. Your legs grew weak, even in Felix’s hold.

His hands were wrapped around your thighs tightly.

“That’s my good girl,” Felix moaned in between kisses, the vibrations hitting your pussy. You shuddered and knew you were close to your release.

“Felix, I’m close,” you moaned. Felix continued his motions. “Cum for me darling, be my good girl,” he said.

You came into his mouth, riding his face as your rode out your high. “Felix,” you moaned, your hand moving to his head. Your ran your fingers through his hair.

Felix licked up the mess and got up from his spot on the floor. He smiled at you, proud of himself for making you feel so good.

“There’s more where that came from I promise,” Felix said. You blushed in return. “You’re perfect for me dove. If you ever need reminding, just tell me. I’m yours,” Felix said softly, cupping your chin and leaning down to kiss you.

[ccraccz]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Winbre boys X f!reader. LMAOOO PLS

our dear reader is being clingy and playful. Loves PDA and ain't afraid to show it.

ANON PLEASE!!!!!!!!! ON MY KNEES, MY HEART HURTS FROM WRITING THIS, THIS IS SO CUTE. I need them all to cuddle me rn, sight. ANYWAYS, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH OF THE REQUEST!!! <333333

Characters: Suo, Uryu, Seiryu, Sakura x F!reader

Outwardly affectionate

Suo Hayato

He. would. not. Mind.

Actually, he would relish in your affections

holding your hand, having your arm wrapped around his, an arm around your waist, anything to hold you close and show the world that your his

he lives for it

especially when Sakura is near by and sees you both, you playing with his fingers as he looks at you with the softest of looks.

Sakura basically implodes when he catches both of you

you both find it so funny though, its adorable

when he walks you to school, you don't forget to hug him and kiss him on the cheek or on the lips, depending on how you're feeling, making the girls in your school jealous

the thrives off of your affections, cute remarks, constant touching, it reassures him of your love and more...

Uryu Sakaki

Bro could not care less

he'll let you do whatever you want, and he would not react

but you know him too well, and the light blush on his cheeks makes it obvious that he doesn't mind at all

want to play with his fingers while whispering how much you love him? he'll look at you, eyes gentle and nod along to your words.

he isn't one to be verbal in any way, so he, after letting you say the nicest of words and letting you cling to him as you both walk around, gets you plushies, flowers, any food you want, and more

he would give you anything if you were to even utter the word

Your love language and his are very different, but both of you compliment each other either way

but, he does love when you cuddle up to him, especially since your body heat is one of the most comforting things he has ever felt n his opinion, but he won't tell you that verbally.

h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ h̶i̶s̶ h̶e̶a̶d̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶… s̶h̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ b̶o̶o̶b̶s̶, s̶m̶a̶l̶l̶ o̶r̶ b̶i̶g̶, t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶h̶e̶s̶t̶ i̶s̶ h̶i̶s̶ t̶o̶ l̶a̶y̶ o̶n̶

Seiryu Sakaki

He loves it!!!!

he'll kiss the crown of your head, he bring your hands up to his lips and kiss your knuckles, he'll let you cling to his arm, and he'll hold you close by the waist

he'll tell you how much he loves you, and laugh with you when you tell him the stupidest but cutest comments about your love for him

If you're not near him, it feels a bit weird, but its tolerable

his messages with you would be constant whines that he misses you and hat he loves you.

it's a constant I love you, I love you more fight with the two of you that Uryu sometimes has to put on headphones because he's sick of the both you

he bumps into you constantly for funny haha's, making the both of you go into giggle fits as you bump him back and cling to him when he tries bumping into you

He finds it adorable, and especially loves when you run your hands through his hair when he lays on your lap, watching the show you got him into, your nails (manicured or not, even if your nails are bitten) scratching and massaging his scalp

he could literally just fall asleep in that perfect situation he is in.

Sakura Haruka

He hates how much power you have over him He loves it

He's always so red, and you live for it

you kiss his cheek, he screams and gets people watching while you giggle at his reaction

it makes you sad though, thinking about how lonely he must have been to never experience the warmth of love

so you make sure he knows EVERYTHING

you make sure he knows how much you love him, making sure to text him that you're looking forward to seeing him after school, or that you love him, or that you miss him and want his cuddles!

every time he reads those types of messages, he flushes bright pink, grabbing the attention of his friends and making them giggle at him when they find out the message is from you

he would never tell you this, but he loves when you smother him with kisses and hold him close, letting him wrap his arms around your waist while your wrap yours around his neck and kiss his lips again and again and again.

[onskepa]

Okidoki~ sooo how about Tonowari with a reader that’s like kiri? Like- they’re mates and our dear reader kind of keeps her head in the clouds yk? Like- she when she goes for a swim sometimes she forgets everything else and poor stressed ‘wari has to look for her. :333333 DAAAMMMN this is making me kick my feet under the covers!!!!

Hope you like this one! I made her a bit ditzy for this one.

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Fwew

Tonowari is a leader, tall, patient, good sense of direction and morality. He fits all of the requirements to be a leader to his people. So, as leader, many people would assume he has everything under control.

NOPE. If anything, he freaks out on the inside.

Fwew. A name he given to the love of his life. A pet name.

Tonowari's mate, who despite having a name of her own, everyone calls her Fwew. And for one reason only.

She has a god damn talent to get lost and not know.

Its not that she doesn't have any sense of direction or doesn't know how to navigate around the island, its just that she gets distracted why too easy.

Easily, fwew can get side tracked. By anything really.

Pretty flower? she stays put to stare at it.

Pretty seashells? She stays to gather them.

Is the sky extra blue today? She will lay down at who knows where at stare at it like its a master piece.

Anything and everything just fascinates her so easily. She hardly gets bored and would appreciate the little things.

And where does her lovely mate, Tonowari leave? In a midst of panic. He tries his best to make sure his mate is with him at all times. But like a child, you look away for one second, and gone.

He has come up with so many ways. Using bright color flowers or hair décor for his mate as means so notice where she is. But the colors dulled down due to not lasting as much as he liked.

Made a sort of head band made out of shells, so that when Fwew moves, the shells make sounds. What happened do that? The twins that kept it together broke and the shells fells off.

A wrist band that tied her wrist with his, like hand cuffs, made with the strongest vines and roots. It did worked actually....until fwew's hand began to turn pale due to low blood circulation so tonowari had to cut it off.

Tonowari was so desperate as to not lose his mate, that at one point he strapped her on his chest like a parent would with a child. Fwew didn't mind, Tonowari shoved his pride aside to keep his mate close. What happened there? The straps were cut on accident when he was cutting up some fish.

Eywa forbid she enters the ocean. She tends to lose herself more in the ocean more than the forest in the island.

She would spend hours underwater. Admiring the fishes, corals and their unique designs.

Would let the waves gently sooth her to and from. Closing her eyes and feel the rhythm of the ocean.

Tonowari would often spend more time finding his mate rather than doing his duties. The people understand and are not at all upset nor annoyed. If anything, they find it amusing.

But the village does keep any eye out for the darling mate. Take notes of where she was last seen and report to tonowari so that he doesn't go in circles.

At the end of the day, Tonowari would calm himself as he finds his dear mate. He never gets mad at her. Too in love to really scold her. If anything, he would sit as his mate would tell of all the wonderful things she saw, collected, and hear her inner thoughts.

And the following day, repeat the chaos again.

I hoped ya'll liked this list! I had fun with it!

Fwew = search, look for.

[wexhappyxfew]

SHANNON!! You know how much I love the Silver Bullets girls, so I freaked when I saw you posted this!! You also know I love angst (who doesn't, right?). So, could I possibly get Bucky x Kennedy with the prompt, "Hands off!" OR "You'll back off if you know what's good for you."

I couldn't choose which one I liked more lol!! Protective Bucky is my absolute FAV! I know it is going to be amazing!! Thank youuuu!💕🫶

MADS!!!!! HELLO MY FRIEND!!!! so lovely to see you both in the inbox and sending in this duo and prompt! :D i saw it and was immediately like - mads you are a GEM - because protective bucky IS the absolute best!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SILVER BULLETS LOVE!!! they're my girls and are a joy to write so truly thank you :) your love and support has meant so so much!! i DO know you are an angst lover too hehe, so i decided to take a look at the earlier days of kennedy x bucky knowing one another (with extended cameos from judy and paulina - paulina who i wanted to work with more since i have written a lot of her yet), and dealing with...a rather precarious moment in which bucky is VERY MUCH being protective over the SB girls (with hints of kennedy x bucky of course because that's what makes the world go 'round). i went with the second prompt because i just couldn't help myself with that prompt - it's just too good!!! so please enjoy!!! <333333

far less losses

(a/n): you remember when judy mentioned that john egan has an 'awful soft spot for the Silver Bullets crew'? well....here we are, with bucky showing off that soft spot (which also equates to his soft spot for a certain kennedy farley) all on display. SO -- please enjoy kennedy, judy and paulina, with a bit of bucky being well....bucky haha! please enjoy and thank you again! <3

"I think it's cute!" Judy exclaimed with a smile from beside Kennedy in the mirror in the bunk room the Silver Bullets girls were camped out in, "Truly, Kenny, just even taking those few extra minutes to pull a few pieces of hair away from your beautiful face always makes you feel better."

Judy was right - and she usually was.

After a rather depleting mission that morning, Kennedy had been feeling like laying down and staring at the ceiling for the rest of the evening was her ultimate goal, but Judy Rybinski had found her and convinced her to pull on her Class-A's and take an hour or two to destress in the local pub.

Kennedy shifted herself side to side in the mirror, her thick ginger hair that was usually pulled back from her face in a poor-looking ponytail or hastily put-together braids, appreciating the extra minute Judy had taken in telling her to leave her hair down and clip up some stray pieces behind the lower part of the crown of her head.

"This looks nice." Kennedy said, her voice sounding strange at the sight of seeing herself actually looking quite pretty. Usually covered in grease, dirt and other substances that she didn't even want to know of, seeing her face so bright and clean, her brown eyes light and alive, made her smile a bit.

"You look so pretty, Kenny," Judy said from beside her in the mirror, glancing up at her with the most genuine look on her face, "seriously, you could walk in any pub in England and they'd think that it's Rita Hayworth." Kennedy couldn't help but grin at Judy's words as she took in all angles she could.

"Oh, c'mon, Judy," Kennedy said, glancing down at the ball gunner, "you could do much of the same and they'd think it's Ingrid Bergman."

"That's mighty kind of you Kenny," Judy said with a chuckle, her face glowing, "Ingrid is quite the star, isn't she? Top compliments from Kenny Farley herself."

"What can I say? I'm a miracle worker at the best of times." Kennedy said and Judy laughed again, before looking up to Kennedy softly.

"Let's go get some drinks." Judy said, "Forget about whatever the hell today was, right?"

The walk across base with the sun nearly set was quite peaceful, especially in the summer months - it almost felt like home in some weird way.

Growing up with both older and younger siblings - all brothers - she'd spent enough of her summer days outside from dawn to dusk, drinking her mother's fresh-made lemonade, peeling oranges and eating cheese sandwiches, catching frogs, playing in the streets, making a fair attempt at a ball game where she was usually one of the only girls (having brothers made you automatically a part of the line-up, even if you struck out 90% of the time, she got better though).

She'd come inside, sweating, covered in dirt and grass, with her freckles on full display and her mother would tell her to go and get herself cleaned up for dinner. And everything would smell like fresh lavender soap and soft linen, and dinner would be roasted chicken, carrots, potatoes, asparagus, all the fixings, more lemonade, cookies for desert. Her mother would have to make multiple batches just to feed all her hungry kids.

And her dad would come back from work and be cracking jokes, telling them stories from work, what he had done that day. Something about summer, at home, in Boston.

My how the times had changed from then to now.

The local town pub was a place she'd been a few times, but each time it was much of the same when she got in. It was in fact like entering a whole different world that was separated from both summer and Thorpe Abbotts.

Everything smelled like beer and smoke, there was also music playing, people dancing and without a doubt, every corner you turned, you were shaking hands with someone, introducing yourself and saying your hellos. A home away from home. And it was quite the eclectic mix - USAAF and RAF pilots and crew members all together, local town people, Land Girls. Enough of a comfort though so you could enjoy your drink and meet a new face or two.

"Pretty crowded." Judy said from beside her as they stepped inside and took their ganders around, "Never seen so many people shoved in one place."

"One too many bad missions seems to send everybody here, I won't lie, Judy." Kennedy said, reaching up to tuck some hair back over her shoulder, and letting her eyes glance around again.

"Look who decided to show up." Judy and Kennedy looked up to see Paulina, resident radio op, coming towards them, her long, dark hair elegantly curled, her red lipstick making an appearance again that reminded Kennedy starkly of their training days where Paulina was always going on about the importance of always carrying a tube of lipstick where she went. She always said that you'd never know who'd you see - Christ, Cary Grant could show up and you'll be thanking yourself for that damn tube of lipstick!

"Thought you were staying in?" Kennedy shrugged.

"Judy dragged me out. Promised to pay for a drink."

"Hey!" Judy said looking to Kennedy and teasingly shoving at her shoulder, "I didn't say a thing about paying! I told ya that you needed to get out. Destress. Ya know?" Paulina snickered and glanced to Kennedy who smirked.

"And…I didn't drag you out. I was just convincing enough to get you outta that bunk room." Judy said, "It's a good trait to have, isn't it, Pauli?"

"That's right," Paulina said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around Judy's shoulders, "let's get you two some drinks, alright? And….just so you know, Lieutenant Bradshaw offered to open a tab, so….go crazy, I don't know….I guess she could see plenty of the looks on our faces."

"She's a sweetheart." Judy said with a smile.

"She always knows," Kennedy said quietly as they moved towards the bar, "she's good like that. Reminds me of Birdie."

"She always reminds me of Birdie." Paulina said with a sad smile, "Maybe it's a sign from Birdie up above. Letting us get ourselves Annie Bradshaw as our pilot. You know?"

"I take any sorta stuff like that as a sign," Judy said as they approached the bar and called for three beers, "there's no one like Birdie, but there sure as hell isn't a soul like Annie Bradshaw."

"You ever think about what might've happened if Birdie hadn't gotten hit?" Paulina asked as the tender brought their beers and gave them a smile - Paulina took a long, hard sip before sighing, "Just….things would be so different, but we woulda never met Annie. I don't fucking know, it's weird to think about sometimes."

Kennedy and Judy exchanged quiet glances, but it wasn't like Paulina was lying. Sometimes it was weird to ponder a thing like that - if Birdie had never died and they had never met Annie. And then in moments like this, Kennedy always though that life worked to do things in ways that were always meant to be and clearly what had happened was meant to be, despite the circumstances.

And Annie Bradshaw was always meant to be Silver Bullets' command pilot in place of Birdie Faulkner.

That was one thing for sure.

"Good evening." All three of their heads turned to find one of the RAF pilots they'd seen hanging around in the weeks previous coming towards them, his eyes catching Kennedy's in a way that made her slowly shift her gaze away and sip at her drink again. She sighed. Paulina rolled her eyes.

"Evening." Paulina said slowly, lifting her mug of beer towards him before sipping it and growing quiet. Judy glanced at Kennedy, who gave her a quiet look.

Many of the men that were outside the 100th were usually nice and cordial to them. There'd been some off-handed, unneeded comments before about women in aviation, but they'd heard enough of it to ignore any sort of comment like that. They'd heard it all. For months. Some for years. Ignorance was bliss.

"You three wouldn't happen to be part of the lady crew in the 100th would you?" he asked them, sipping his beer slowly and meeting all their gazes, "I've just had quite the conversation with your Annie Bradshaw if you are. Sweet girl."

"It's Lieutenant." Kennedy offered his way, meeting his gaze again, "She's our pilot."

"Ah," the RAF - Kennedy thought he was a pilot it seemed - pilot said, with a nod, "very sweet girl." Paulina shifted beside Kennedy and sighed.

"Command pilot." Paulina muttered under her breath.

"Anything else?" Judy asked, almost sweetly, but slightly like she were undercutting his words in a way where she wanted to try and disperse the interaction as quickly as possible, "We've had a long day." The RAF pilot glanced at her and smiled, before glancing at Kennedy and Paulina.

"Long day? What ever was the matter?" he asked them and then chuckled slightly and sipped his beer again, "Right - you fly during the day, am I correct?"

"Here we fucking go," Paulina said, pushing back from the bar table, looking ready to start swinging, but Kennedy held her arm and looked to the RAF pilot again, "I swear to God, Kenny."

"We do." Kennedy said, "Why? Is there a problem with that?" The RAF pilot chuckled.

"No, no, not at all. Just curious." Kennedy leaned forward and raised a brow.

"Curious. Curious, curious, curious - what are we curious about it. We've been doing it ever since we came across the fucking pond-"

"What we're trying to say," Judy said interrupting her and giving both Kennedy and Paulina a look, "that's just what we do. We do days, you do nights. Either way, we're pounding the Germans day and night and you should be really thankful for that. You do what you all do, and we do what we do. And it works."

"You'd have far less losses." he offered, in a way that sounded condescending - it made Kennedy's skin crawl.

Far less losses.

Birdie.

Birdie invaded her mind like she always did.

"Listen, we just finished a really crappy mission," Kennedy said, leaning forward and gently wrapping an arm over Judy's shoulders and pulling her closer back from the RAF pilot, "we can pick up this conversation another time."

"Apologies, apologies," the RAF pilot said, holding up his hands in a pitiful, mock-defense, "I'm only commenting on such happenings. Nothing more."

"Commenting-" Kennedy started, but another voice entered her ears.

"Evening."

"Major." the RAF pilot said, suddenly straightening up, sticking out his hand to shake, and his eyes turning glossy, that earlier determination and confidence dwindling.

Kennedy slowly looked back over her shoulder and watched as Major Egan, the smell of beer and cologne wafting off of him, came to a stop beside the three of them there, looking towards the RAF pilot with a face that was the closest to stone-cold that there could be. And Major Egan was not the best at schooling his emotions and concealing what he was actually feeling, but he was doing a pretty damn good job right now.

"What are we talking about?" Major Egan asked, his voice deeper than Kennedy had heard it before, as he crossed his arms and straightened his back, looking directly at the RAF pilot, "Go on, don't mind me."

"Uh, well-"

"Just about our missions," Judy butted in sweetly, looking up at Major Egan, "sir, we were just discussing our….rather interesting differences. But that we bomb the Germans all the same."

"Really?" Major Egan said, almost sarcastically, his smile wide on his cheeks, his voice a crack higher, his tone one that he always had when he was trying to hide his annoyance, "Thank you for that Rybinski, really valuable information." Major Egan looked at the RAF pilot. "You should've just come and talked right with me. These ladies have had a long day. Up at 0300 and still making it out here. They don't wanna have to discuss anything with missions and all. You should know." The group fell quiet as the RAF pilot rather loudly and quite nervously slurped at his beer.

"I just knew they were apart of the lady crew. With Annie Bradshaw-"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw-" Major Egan offered.

"-and I just figured I'd have a chat with them. Never did do much talking about missions with a lady crew before."

"Oh and it's bound to be your last-" Major Egan commented.

"Sir-" Kennedy said looking to him and giving him a look as he met her gaze. Something in his eye told her that he was going to stop until this RAF pilot walked away and she was almost too tired to care if he did say something more or not.

"What's all this about a lady crew, too?" Major Egan said, "They're another one of our crews in the 100th. Did all the same training we did, same shit." Major Egan chuckled. "You wouldn't know that because you were here, what? Drinking warm beer and complaining about the sun-shining, huh? Upset it wasn't nighttime-"

"Major." Paulina said looking up at him, "Just ignore him, we were going to go find Lieutenant Bradshaw anyway."

"Nah, nah," Major Egan said, stepping forward, closer to the RAF pilot this time - the height difference was palpable, with the RAF pilot looking upwards and Major Egan looking downwards, like some sort of quiet conversation being exchanging between the two, "gotta name?"

"Uh, Langley, sir-"

"Langley." Major Egan said, with a funny tone to his voice that was clearly making fun of the way the RAF pilot had said it, "Where the hell you from, Langley?"

"Birmingham. Sir."

"Oh, you're gonna start calling me sir, now, huh?" Major Egan said glancing back at the group of the three of them and grinning that sarcastic, shit-eating grin and pointing over his shoulder, "He called me sir, what a fucking character." Major Egan turned back to the RAF pilot and let his face grow cold.

"The crew is Silver Bullets and they're apart of the 100th just like myself," Major Egan said, "and they've had a long day. All of us have, got it? So, you'll back off if you know what's good for you. And leave these ladies alone and run along to you and your British friends, alright? Get yourself some warm beer, too."

"It's not really super warm-"

"You drink warm fucking beer." Major Egan said with a look, hands on his hips this time, "Go on."

Slowly Kennedy glanced back at the RAF pilot and watched as his brain seemed to rewire, licking his lips quickly as he did so, before retreating like a dog with its tail between its legs. The three of them watched as Major Egan watched the RAF pilot turn to leave, ducking out of the pub with the beer in his hand. Major Egan turned to them, a grin on his face, clearly satisfied with the words that had left his lips and then met her gaze.

"What a guy," Major Egan said, as Kennedy held his gaze, her cheeks heating slightly as she looked back to her beer sat, the glass practically melting on the beer and sighed, "these RAF pilots got a set to be saying stuff like that to you all."

"He said he talked to Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir," Judy said looking up to Major Egan who leaned up the bar beside her, "called her a sweet girl and all. He couldn't even seem to fathom the idea of Annie flying planes." Judy chuckled and looked to Major Egan again. "He probably would've fainted on the spot to hear that we actually are pretty efficient as an all-female bombing crew." Major Egan chuckled at her words and raised a hand for a beer.

"Got that right, Rybinski." Major Egan said with a smile Judy's way before looking to Kennedy and Paulina, "Everyone doing okay after today?"

One thing Kennedy always appreciated with their leaders was that they recognized the toll missions like that took on people - whether if they showed it on their faces or not, their eyes always spoke in ways they couldn't. And he could see that, that much was true.

"I have a cold beer in my hand, sir," Paulina said with a smile, "that's enough to be thankful for after today I must admit." Major Egan let the corner of his lip poke upwards and glanced at Kennedy.

"Farley." Major Egan said, his voice a drip softer than it had been when he'd first come over, "You're quiet."

"And when Kenny Farley's quiet," Judy said with a small smile, "you know the mission today was beating us more than helping us, sir." Major Egan looked to Judy with a saddened smile on his face before looking back at Kennedy.

"Just thinking about something that pilot said, sir," Kennedy said, looking to Paulina and Judy before looking back to him again, lacing and unlacing her fingers over and over again in a nervous way, "reminded me of Birdie." The group of four grew quiet at her words.

"Just when he was going on, sir, about flying night missions," Kennedy said with a nod, "something like we'd have far less losses than if we flew at night. And it just….I don't know, shit like that bothers me. Because he clearly knew about our crew sir, which meant he oughta have heard about Birdie." Major Egan's eyes shifted to hers again, before he glanced back over his shoulder towards the doorway, shuddering his shoulders and letting out a disgruntled groan. He reached forward to take a long sip of his beer and then stood up from the bar and looked to them.

"Come find me if another one of these smucks has another fucking comment," Major Egan said, reaching up to run a hand through his dark curls on his head, before offering a smile, "no one makes comments about the Silver Bullets crew without me hearing about it, alright?" Then he turned and Kennedy couldn't help but step forward and wrap her hand around his upper arm and look up at him.

"Don't do anything stupid, sir," Kennedy said, looking up at him knowingly, "you can have your thoughts about Silver Bullets and our crew, but other people don't like the looks of a woman in the service, nor a whole bombing crew. Don't go getting yourself into more trouble than is needed, sir, alright?"

"Farley," Major Egan said, reaching up to rest a hand on her shoulder, "I've already made enough comments towards them, about them, for them to build a bridge to the States and back. Defending you all ain't much trouble." Kennedy stared at him and fell quiet. "Look, I just got a few choice words for him. That's all."

"Those choice words better involve, don't say that sorta shit like that again and then a firm goodbye and no more, sir," Kennedy said looking at him, "you don't need that face sporting anymore black eyes."

"You think I got a pretty face, Farley?" Major Egan said, looking sideways at her with that award-winning grin again, pearly whites shiny and bright, his eyes squinty, his gaze on her. Kennedy stared at him, the tops of her cheeks turning red as she suddenly felt herself stand quite still, "Go back and enjoy a drink with Stagliano and Rybinski without someone like him hanging over you. Don't worry about me." Kennedy watched him and then slowly nodded.

"Thanks for that back there by the way, sir," she said, quicker than she wanted, her eyes holding his, "it was a long day, with the mission and all. We just wanted a night out without thinking about it, sir, ya know?" Major Egan smiled and bumped her shoulder.

"Think of it as free entertainment." Major Egan said with a grin, before nodding towards the door, "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to head out for a bit. Enjoy your beer." He quirked out a grin. "You should wear your hair like that more often." And with that, he was stepping away, running his hand through his own hair and stepping outside the pub again. Kennedy watched him go, her cheeks flaming red - the fact he had noticed her hair was enough for her to swallow it down and forget about it. She turned and slid back to the bar, in between Paulina and Judy.

"What'd he say?" Paulina asked, bumping her shoulder, "Looked pretty damn happy about telling that guy off."

"I think he's probably gonna take a punch to the face, but he's going to go send the message home it seems." Kennedy said quietly as Judy giggled, "What?"

"The look on his face when he saw you weren't the happiest camper, oh Kennedy, it was real sweet." Judy said as Kennedy sipped her beer and ignored the swirl in her stomach and crimson on her cheeks, "He's just sweet on us, you know that. They all are. They'd defend us tooth and nail any day."

"See," Paulina said, leaning towards Kennedy and dropping her voice so only Kennedy and Judy could here, "could've put on that tube of red lipstick even just for him."

"Pauli!" Kennedy admonished and Judy giggled.

"You ain't ever gonna forget it, Kenny, never!"

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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

Thank you for the ask, Yujeong! This took me a while to answer (I overthought the answers, as is my wont 😅), but it was so much fun.

A Close Shave

If running the razor down the side of Pete’s face felt intimate, the slick slide of blade against throat is something primal. Blood sings close to the surface, jugular an endless welling up, carotid a violent burst underneath. Drowning could not ease the pulse that sears through Vegas’s mind at the image—he suspects only one thing could. He could flick his wrist and end this. (He could nuzzle his face into the hollow of Pete’s neck and end this.)

In the safehouse, on the cusp of a transformation he cannot yet comprehend, Vegas shaves Pete’s face. Also a meditation on immolation and drowning. I struggle to compliment my own writing, but I think this fic has some of the best lines I’ve ever written. @sunshinesanctuary Dav did some devastating art for it, which made me cry heavily at the time and again whenever I think about it too hard (why are artists magic??).

a temporary abundance

Life used to be the means to a messy end, bodies tools given in service to a name larger than either of them. They are still learning what it means to live for living’s sake, to be made of flesh and openly want for all the things living flesh wants. It hurts because it matters. Such is living, and there is joy in being alive.

This little fic is more image than story—a golden moment of rest, Pete’s head in Vegas’s lap, and the recognition that the impermanence of stability makes it all the more precious. a temporary abundance was my first VP fic, and it has received some of my very favorite comments. It was how I met @theflowergirl Lily and my first interaction with @lu-sn lu.

Lapping at the Edges

There’s a kind of self-disgust you can find satisfaction in, narrow as the space between indignant inhale and resigned exhale. Ba, calling him a whore. The routine Vegas has straddled either side of: men much older than him, hungry for a taste of power, smiling through gritted teeth and sinking to their knees. His own knees, falling open as the world splits down its middle. Pete, frozen in the aftermath of a verbal blow. Inhale. Exhale.

Lapping at the Edges tormented me for ages—my evening of “drunk Vegas talks shit, asks to get hit” nonsense took two years to write after I trapped myself in an endless cycle of rewrites for chapter three. But ultimately, the struggle arose from my love for this story and the need to finish it right. I hope those who stuck around were satisfied by the ending. ❤️

won’t give up these ghosts

“Tell me what it’s like on the beach at night,” Vegas murmured as his head fell back onto Pete’s thighs. His mouth was a dark stain; his eyes were raptor-like. Pete caressed his head, searching for breath and words. “It’s like being the only stillness in the world,” he said at last. “The wet sand digs into your feet, and the sea is this massive moving thing you’re not a part of, and all you can see is water and sky and dark. And it sees you, but there’s nothing there to see of you. You’re safe. You’re—a void.”

All of my stories are in some sense about learning to live, but I suspect that message comes through clearest in this story, where Pete feigns death for the purpose of (nonsexual) funeral/body disposal roleplay. I love the contrast—lingering on death as an expression of the desire for life. (And Yujeong, I still often return to your comment on this one on hard days—it meant an awful lot to me.)

Passing Time

There are moments—too many, lately—when the tenderness presses heavy at the back of Vegas’s throat. Pete sits bright-eyed and pink-eared a mere breath away; he’s here, real and taking up space and confoundingly Pete and all, and when Vegas blinks he somehow continues to be. The weight of him dents his side of the couch and distorts the reindeer face on one of the Christmas-themed throw pillows.

It is a month—two, five, eight—since the world broke open and was remade in the shapes of what love is, and Vegas and Pete are still learning to live around the cracks. Writing in this kind of time-bound framework was a new challenge for me pacing-wise, and I think the result has some really lovely moments and lines. I wrote this fic as part of the 2023 KinnPorsche Big Bang, and was so fortunate to be paired with @kiiyuq yu, whose art for the piece is frankly the sort of thing that topples cities.

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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

I'm not going to tell you how long this sat in my inbox because I completely missed its existence - but I have seen it now!

And you know what, I have had a really hard time loving my own creations lately, so maybe it's time I exercise some hecking self love through the medium of some self-promo.

So here's my favourite five fics I've written (in no particular order):

won't be pretty, won't be sweet

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/14

Word Count: 62,910

Summary:

"Oh. I'm sorry," Hands clasped before him, Fruit bows his head. Because that's what you’re supposed to do for an older Omega. You show respect. It scrapes against Pete’s nerves like sandpaper though, and he almost reaches out to pull Fruit back to standing and insist he never do that again, but he pops back up all on his own. "I thought you were– I've never smelt any Omega like–" Fruit's stuttering halts abruptly, and he bows again. "Forgive me, Kaan."

The boy hurries into the bathroom, cheeks bright pink, and Pete redirects his gaze to the wall opposite. He focuses on doing his job. On protecting. On searching for danger.

He does not think about how Fruit had mistaken him for an Alpha. Because Omegas don't smell like how Pete smells.

He does not think about the title that haunts him through his every waking moment. Kaan Pete.

I obviously had to put Kaan Pete on here. This is one of a few fics that I have been working on for well over a year. It initially started as a small idea, an older omega 'past their prime' and a young cocky alpha that wants them anyway and then it exploded into a whole AU. I love this fic for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I got to put my own spin on a lot of aspects of Omegaverse tropes and build a bit of evolutionary lore around why things are the way they are. Also, for anyone who doesn't already know, this fic is part of a much wider verse that covers multiple pairings from KinnPorsche, so even when this fic ends, I will still be writing for it!

take a hit and close your eyes (I know what you fantasize about)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/3

Word Count: 18,690

Summary:

The box means nothing.

And yet, it means everything. Representing the last remaining obstacle between Kim and his deepest desires. Dramatic or not, it’s the only way to frame it in Kim’s mind. A means to an end. A tool. A key that fits the lock currently strapped around Kim’s insides. Kim has been waiting so long for the right moment to take this step, because as much as he doesn’t buy into society’s twisted view on how one should measure the milestones in their life, this feels like something he will never be able to come back from. Things will not be the same once he goes through with this.

A stupid little box containing the makings of Kim's future. All that power in something so small.

Another long fic I continue to be obsessed with. This one was a gift as part of a winter exchange I ran in a discord server and the prompt involved the idea of the sex pollen trope and of course because I'm me, I immediately turned this into a character study. This is one of my favourite fics because of how I get to pick apart Kim and his issues with vulnerability, intimacy, and how he approaches those things with Chay. He's a person who wants so deeply to show every layer of his psyche to Porchay but doesn't know how to do that, so of course he goes to the most insane solution - aphrodisiacs! This fic I feel is a really nice balance of silly, angst, and smutty, but I'll let you judge that!

I've lost control and I don't want it back

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 13,938

Summary:

Pete and what he needs is at the bottom of the priority list. Vegas will always be at the top, and by proxy, Vegas’s little brother will come immediately afterwards. So Pete doesn’t voice how anxious it makes him to be banished to the sofa on the other side of the room where he can still see Vegas but his view of the window isn’t as clear and he’s a little too far away from the only exit. He doesn’t intervene when Macau climbs all over Vegas even if he can see how the man goes pale and winces, how his muscles tense like he might try to squirm away.

Pete doesn’t protest when he’s regularly and unsubtly shooed from the room so the brothers can spend time together alone.

He doesn’t say a damn thing even if he wants to. Even if he’s realising that he’s not entirely sure who he is anymore when he’s not in Vegas’s direct eyeline.

Another VegasPete fic! This one might be one of my favourite VP works I have ever worked on. I am a sucker for exploring the post cannon relationship between Vegas and Pete, and how they get from A to B. There's still so much for them to come to terms with about themselves and each other and it's such a crunchy topic to get into. So that's what this fic was, a whole 14k words of Pete figuring out who Vegas is, and who he himself even is and how that's something Vegas can love. Just a lot of angst and a hopeful ending for them both!

even diamonds here don't shine

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 7,759

Summary:

Chay is about to ask someone what’s going on when two policemen step through the door. Min suddenly reappears, rushing right to them and talking hurriedly and… and she’s pointing right at Chay. “Officers,” Chay bows his head in polite greeting, but doesn’t let his eyes leave the pair of them. He tries to stand tall, the way Big has been teaching him to do, to not look intimidated. But he knows his fingers are twisting together in front of him as he asks, “Is there something wrong?” The men look at each other. The one on the left, slightly taller, and who’s chest reads Port, frowns down at Chay sternly. “We’ve been made aware you’re in possession of a credit card that isn’t yours.”

This one (according to stats) is my most popular fic on my whole page, and I am so glad people love whumped characters as much as I do. I love this fic so much. I love hurting characters and then making them better after and that was the whole point of this fic. I also got to explore a little bit of a darker side of Kim, in the sense that, I think Kim can be an inherently violent and dark person, just because of the environment he was raised in, but I don't think he likes or wants to be that person. And Chay doesn't want him to be that either. So it's really fascinating to play with Kim who defaults to that mindset when his loved ones are threatened because that's who he has been taught to be, he has been taught that's the best way to keep people safe, and on the other side there's Chay enjoying being protected but hating the fact Kim has to resort to this mindset - like a cornered animal, and yeah it's just so crunchy and chewy and they're so nuanced as characters!

painting stars on our hearts

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,588

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Summary:

Historically, Raon does not do well with rules. They’re constricting, rigid, and in his experience, unnecessarily stunting. Rules are the reason he had found himself high-tailing it from the only home he’d ever known with Hachi squealing deliriously in the passenger side of his stolen ship, and a pocket full of currency he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to use where he was headed. Because rules have followed Raon wherever he has gone in life, from the moment he entered the world. “Don’t touch that!”

I may be cheating with this final one a bit. Because in actuality it's the whole series that I'm promoting.

This is my Wuju Bakery series. And it's one of the fics I'm most proudest of because it's really given me a chance to flex my imagination when it comes to lore and world building. This whole series started the day we had a couple of pictures leaked of Jeff and Barcode in their costumes filming, and shortly after my imagination went crazy. There's I believe 5 fics in this series in total already, with at least 3 more planned. I know none of what I've written will become cannon, but at this point since we don't HAVE cannon, I am calling it my version of the show!

And that's it. Sorry for the really long post, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if you haven't read them before, or if you have, enjoy them again. I'm working really hard on now just the wips on my account but also some really long form AUs that have been in progress since KP was actively airing so! Hopefully I can share all those soon!

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

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Pale soldier boy is 100% back into biz!

Super happy his two eye mods still work without the mods needing to be updated as I thought because I saw people writing it was broken. But when I saw people poting other oc's with two different eyes, I dared to install it back again, and he's fine <3 (tho other npcs such as Evely and Misty as its not unique to V, have eyes with time square marquee (cinematic trailer eyes))

Also @pinkyjulien thank you for giving your newest mods some bright orange colors. You made my night with that! <333333 Ever since I created Thyjs I wanted him to have a bit of orange in his shown in his wardrobe as well besides his now heavy camo and military green wardrobe, but especially bright/neon orange is super rare (and I thought camo was rare)! Also got excited when I saw someone ripped Kurt's wardrobe off him. The clothes are sadly not refitted (yet) so I had a good laugh seeing Thyjs in a huge shirt and/or pants on for a moment as he looked like he snagged his fathers clothes while still a lil boy :,D The only thing that works 'alright' is the harness but as you see it is still so 'large' that I managed to place another vanilla vest between him and the harness lol I yeeted Kurt's name from the dog tags via photoshop, too (sorry Kurt xD). I do not wish to have Thyjs exactly the same as Kurt's. My brain associates with it that Thyjs ripped it off of him which he never did bc he didn't met him (in my official canon). But I loved to take a look at how it looks on him and I'm sure there will be recolors (maybe variations?) too, soon enough.

He's just so pretty and cool and ahhhhh. Ryder give him smoochies from me please!!!

[seagull-energy]

I feel like doing some liveblogging for today's entry because I love it a lot and I have Things To Say! Under a cut because this got longgggg

"They do not fear the Ringwraiths, for those who have dwelt in the Blessed Realm live at once in both worlds [...]"

I'm sorry, those who have lived in Valinor do what now???? I don't remember this ever being mentioned anywhere else

'Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, 'a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all'. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.'

This makes me tear up and I'm not sure why.

This is one of my favorite chapters in the whole trilogy. I just love how warm it feels. It's like curling up with a cozy blanket and a warm drink on a winter evening, but it's also like sitting in the sun on a bright summer day with a cool breeze in your hair at the same time.

'In the middle of the table, against the woven cloths upon the wall, there was a chair under a canopy, and there sat a lady fair to look upon, and so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred. Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. Above her brow her head was covered with a cap of silver lace netted with small gems, glittering white; but her soft grey raiment had no ornament save a girdle of leaves wrought in silver.'

MY QUEEN MY BELOVED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS HERE!!!! <333333 *ahem* anyway, moving on

The mention of Beorn's son and Bard's grandson being leaders of their respective folk really puts into perspective how the lifespans of Men compare to Dwarves and even Hobbits.

''I will come and see [the Lonely Mountain], if ever I can,' said Frodo.'

Hey. Want to feel sad with me? I don't think he ever gets to do this.

'This is the Hall of Fire,' said the wizard. 'Here you will hear many songs and tales – if you can keep awake. But except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, and people come here who wish for peace, and thought. There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light.'

Actually obsessed with the Vibes of the Hall of Fire. It's one of the places in Middle Earth I would most like to visit. Also if it ever shows up in an adaptation I may perish of happiness.

'Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed!' he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There was a bright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. 'Wake up! I was not asleep, Master Elrond. If you want to know, you have all come out from your feast too soon, and you have disturbed me – in the middle of making up a song. I was stuck over a line or two, and was thinking about them; but now I don't suppose I shall ever get them right. There will be such a deal of singing that the ideas will be driven clean out of my head. I shall have to get my friend the Dúnadan to help me. Where is he?' Elrond laughed. 'He shall be found,' he said. 'Then you two shall go into a corner and finish your task, and we will hear it and judge it before we end our merrymaking.'

Bilbo and Elrond's friendship means a great deal to me and I feel it is tragically underrated.

'Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.'

Oh no here come the tears again.

'Strider!' said Frodo. 'You seem to have a lot of names.'

Oh Frodo you haven't heard the half of it yet... Also this has been pointed out many times before but I love that Aragorn remains Strider to the hobbits long after they learn his true name. It's really cute <333

He turned to Strider. 'Where have you been, my friend? Why weren't you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.' Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely. 'I know,' he said. 'But often I must put mirth aside. Elladan and Elrohir have returned out of the Wild unlooked-for, and they had tidings that I wished to hear at once.'

*sigh* can't believe the Plot is making Aragorn miss out on quality time with his wifey :(( Also, twins mention!!! I love the twins dearly (mostly because of One Specific Fanfiction)

Near him sat the Lady Arwen. To his surprise Frodo saw that Aragorn stood beside her; his dark cloak was thrown back, and he seemed to be clad in elven-mail, and a star shone on his breast. They spoke together, and then suddenly it seemed to Frodo that Arwen turned towards him, and the light of her eyes fell on him from afar and pierced his heart.

THEY'RE TOGETHER!!!!! One of these days you will be getting my essay on Arwen's Presence in the narrative and that is a threat. Also she and Frodo have interesting potential as a dynamic. Also also if she looked directly at me my heart would also be very much pierced <333

That's all my thoughts I think! If you stayed until the end, thanks for your time <3

[dearestaeneas]

WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday!!)

my beloved @figsandphiltatos tagged my main in this and i think it’s such a fun idea!! check out their stuff, they’re currently working on a retelling of the Telemachy from Peisistratus’ perspective!!! and it’s so good!!!!! go read their work!!!!!<333333

i haven’t worked on much over the holidays, but i did spend the majority of nanowrimo working on the same piece! i’m almost scared to finish hh so sometimes i fear i’ve been dragging it out to avoid the inevitable (but also, i’m still having fun, DAMMIT. who would complain since i’m still using it to build characterizations and relationships? it’s GOOD. i’m having FUN.)

here’s one of the more recent updates of hh!<3 i was on the fence about introducing Lux (because spoilers?), but i just...fell in love with him immediately. introducing him alone is why i’m also deciding that maybe i’m not ready to start the process of finishing abc yet!

tagging @wikipedie @coffee-laytte-two and @courtjester69420 (although, no pressure!!!!)

happy last out of touch thursday of the year!

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The Old God groaned. Todd rarely stayed Backstage without Branwen present, but he’d insisted she go ahead without him. It pained both him and the Old God to see her so distressed, and her lack of resistance was in itself a cause for concern. Todd stepped forward and held the Old God by their shoulders.

“Mmmrgh.” Tell me.

“I wasn’t lying,” the Old God protested. “Ardan being here is a good thing, and he does adore that girl. Her and Celeste, and you. There’s nothing any of you need me to say about it.”

The world melted away. Grays of all shades dripped from the iron wrought furniture and the cafe’s front. The black of the cobble stone itself seemed to be receding away from the pair, being replaced with soft browns and reds, before disappearing altogether. The Old God stood facing Todd as trees seemed to spring from nowhere and grow up thousands of feet to scratch the sky. The Old God squinted against the deep greens and browns of the forest, as if a light had been shined directly into their eyes. In the distance the sound of waves lapping a beach roared.

Where Todd had stood was a short whose skin was the same light brown as Ardan’s. Her eyes and hair were the same shade of black, and her canines were far too sharp when she smiled joylessly.

“Where are we?”

“If you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine,” she said, letting go of the deity and making a show of brushing her hands off on her trousers. “I know someone who will.” With this, she turned and began off toward the waves.

Although the Old God was a monochrome idol in this place, they felt a color they didn’t have drain from their face. “Todd, not them!”

She spun around to face them. “Why? You know, he would really be an excellent ally to have! Sure, he couldn’t care less about the New Gods, but he loves Branwen. Do you really think he’d let anyone do anything that could hurt his little golden girl?” Todd’s voice dripped with a dare to be challenged. “I think he’d want to know if something was happening, since he can’t afford to keep tabs on her anymore, don’t you think?”

The Old God seethed. “Todd!”

She resumed her purposeful march to the beach, the Old God trailing behind her. They stopped right at the treeline, watching as Todd held her arms out as she walked toward the man.

He stood on a flat, gray outcropping at the beach’s edge, the water lapping up onto the rock to darken its corners. He looked over his shoulder toward the forest at the sound of Todd’s steps crunching on the sand. Upon seeing her, his face brightened, a feat which should have been impossible as the god cast a bright glow on everything around him. “My darling!” He shouted, voice booming over the waves. The Old God shuddered at the sound and concealed themselves behind a particularly thick tree.

“Lux!” Todd squealed as he lifted her into the air after closing the distance between them with imperceptible speed. He finally set her back down and held her face in his strong hands. She squinted slightly and he quickly released her apologetically, the gold of his skin having reflected directly into her eyes.

“What are you doing here, my dear?”

“I don’t want any false pretense,” Todd began. “I’m sorry this wasn’t a casual visit.”

Lux waved a hand dismissively. “There will always be time for that later.”

“I’m worried about Branwen.”

Lux’s face darkened and the sun that beat down on the beach seemed to dim. “Did that bastard hurt her? Where are they?” With this they turned from Todd to study the treeline. “They’re here, aren’t they?”

Todd reached out for his hand and turned his attention back to her. “They haven’t done anything,” she promised. “Really. But I need to talk to someone who’s always had her best interests at heart.”

The Old God strained to hear the continuation of the conversation, despite the pounding in their chest after Lux’s call. Strange, they thought in a moment of detachment. I don’t even have a heart…I don’t think.

“I try to. As much as I can,” Lux said, words laced with deep anger. “They have made it nearly impossible.”

“Lux,” Todd gripped his hand tighter. “Listen. I know you can’t watch over her like you used to because of…”

“The parasite? Todd, we’re not supposed to feed off mortals like that! What do they call her, an avatar? There’s not a single god who didn’t know she was my favorite, and they still got to feed off all that belief. I don’t even know what the Nameless One calls themselves these days, but they shut all of us out,” he said seriously. “I don’t care about the others, Todd. She was my favorite.” The sky above the beach continued to darken.

She exhaled. Really, these gods and their tempers. She wondered if she was ever this petty with her siblings. “Lux.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, the sky lightening slightly. “You don’t care.”

He sighed. “What do you need?”

“You can’t see her, but you can see Celeste, right?”

The sky became completely clear, the sun beating down mercilessly. Lux brightened accordingly. “Of course! You know, I like her so much more than the last one. I’m sad to hear she’s having trouble adjusting to immortality, we need more immortals like her. But, of course, you know I like the sunny ones.”

“And…Ardan? The er, other one the Nameless One’s claimed for themselves.”

“Ah,” Lux said quietly. “Yes, I know him. Branwen likes him. That’s good.”

“Tell me why.”

“He’s in your blindspot, darling,” Lux said, resting a hand on Todd’s head. “Walk with me.” He offered an arm out to her, which she readily accepted, and the pair walked along the water’s edge.

The Old God peered out from behind their tree to follow Todd and Lux’s stroll further and further away from them. They cursed the god quietly, knowing he was well aware of where the Old God hid, despite well-acted ignorance. They watched as Todd stopped in her tracks to face Lux, his own face wearing a self-assured smile to counter her own look of horror. She stared back into the treeline, eyes locking directly with the Old God. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

Todd held Lux’s forearm gratefully, her dark eyes locking with his yellow ones. “I can fix this,” she said.

“Yes,” he agreed. “You can. Now get that monster out of my domain.”

She hugged him close and his arms warmed her skin. “Next time will be one of those casual visits,” he said. She broke away and nodded before starting back toward the trees.

“And Todd?” He called behind her.

She turned. “What?”

Lux stepped forward slightly. “I want you to bring her with you when you come. Celeste too.”

Todd smiled then. “Of course.”

[timandlucy]

hi suz! i'm sorry it's been a hot minute, it's been a little crazy on my end, and i didn't want you to think i was neglecting you! are you feeling any better? being sick is always the worst, but this time of year it definitely lingers much longer than anyone wants it to.

kdsbflkbdsglkdhas the hallmark christmas movies are basically always the same, but that's why i find them comforting. i like knowing that it's all going to turn out okay in the end lol very few stick with me, but the ones that stick definitely stick!

linstead <333333 i started watching chicago pd because i love sophia bush and totally loved linstead. i also love upsted...can you tell that i just love jay in general? lol i have...THOUGHTS about how they wrote him off but...anyway, i would definitely love to read your linstead fic 👀

pride and prejudice is just...brilliant. that feels like such a basic way to describe it, but that's what it is. jane austen was a genius. i have heard a lot about the chesapeake bay saga, and i'm glad to hear that you enjoy it! i love found family so i'll have to check it out!

i'm so excited that you'll be going to the eras tour multiple times next year! i love that journey for you! is there a certain set that you're most excited for? i can't wait to go the eras tour again next year, i'm already planning my outfit and my show is at the end of next year lol

ohhhhh romancy books! okay, uh i absolutely loved ashley poston's the dead romantics (i need to read the seven year slip). the bright falls series by ashley herring blake (deliah green doesn't care, astrid parker doesn't fail and iris kelly doesn't date) is super fun, as is the written in the stars series by alexandria bellefleur (written in the stars, hang the moon, count your lucky stars) and i always recommend emily henry for great romances. i also really like rachel lynn solomon and loved her latest, business or pleasure! i'd be happy to give more recs, just let me know what kind of books you're interested in!

awwwww i'm so glad that resonated with you 🧡 that means so much to me. oh, yes, once ss is over i'll definitely tell you what it is lol

how're things going with you? what has your week been like/what are you looking forward to? lots of love! - secret sleuth 🧡 🔎

Omg not at all! I know you have a life and all, and you're spoiling me with messages anyway, so don't worry! I am feeling better, but there's some lingering cough that I can't seem to get rid of. Soon I hope.

And yes, absolutely! You always know without fail that the main characters will end up together and there will be a happy ending. Sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Yeah that's the same reason I started watching it! And yeah I totally know what you mean, they really butchered his character. Okay, since you asked, this is the fic I'm still most proud of to this day, it's called Wish That You Were Here, and please feel no pressure to read it!

I'm so thrilled to just go, my friend and I had tickets for Lover Fest but it got cancelled because of Covid, so I am hoping nothing comes up this time! I'm super excited to scream the Cruel Summer bridge, obviously dreaming about my ideal surprise songs, but I'm really excited for the folklore and evermore sets, those are the ones we didn't really see live much and she made it so stunning. The willow in the movie is just wow (I'm speechless) and also my tears ricochet. I'm so excited to see those live. Which were your favorites the first time you went?? And don't remind me my original outfit idea fell through so now I'm not sure what I'm wearing. If push comes to shove I'll just wear my cruel summer t-shirt and jeans and do the lover heart around my eye or something haha.

Those all sound amazing and I will be checking them out! I've had emily henry on my list forever but then I saw some reviews that were like pretty negative and I have to admit in that moment that swayed me because I was pretty pressed for time at the time. But I'll have to give her a shot now that you mention it. Thank you so much for these recs!

My week was okay, I was still on sick leave till wednesday and then worked on thursday, friday and saturday. I took a nap yesterday that I only woke up from this morning. My neck hurts quite a bit, I think I strained a muscle because I'm sleeping with more pillows because of my cough. And I was working on my own ss gift, which is a little scary but mostly fun!

How about your week? Are you getting more into the festive spirit as the holidays approach?

Lots of love right back to you!

[h0ney-mochi]

hi hi honey!! it’s breaker again :)) i’m glad to hear you’re having fun and enjoying your holidays! i’m having fun with my friend as well <3 it’s the first time she comes in sardinia so i showed her around a bit and took her for a ride on my sup :D my family is here as well (my parents, my younger sister, my aunt, my uncle, my baby cousin and my cat) and my friend told me she feels more at home with my family than with her own :(( that made my heart break a little bit..

when i took her to the beach we started collecting pretty rocks (we left them there afterwards because it’s not allowed to take them away!) and she wrote our names in sand. then she drew a tiny heart and a ring between our names :0

we held hands and i did the thumb rubbing thing to her <3

yesterday in the evening we swam in the sea together and then we tried to take some aesthetic pics and vids. we put her phone on a chair to film us enter the water but then we literally saw it fall screen down on the sand and it all got into the battery hole. she laughed/screamed, i just laughed, she tried to blow the sand out and then she saw a bee coming her way and started to run and yell (in doing so, all the sand fell out of her phone). it was filming the whole time LMAO

also!!! there’s a little funfair here and i won a cute stuffed flamingo with my friend :D

every night we went out so i could show her how cool this town is during the night!! last night there was a band performing with lots of different instruments and so many people (including us) stopped by and singed and danced! the atmosphere was amazing <3 then around 2 am their performance ended so we started heading back home, and as we walked we started singing out loud :D it was so fun!

we live in a pretty big city (one of the biggest in our country) so it’s always very bright and it’s impossible to see the stars, but here we could! it was amazing, it always is. i love the stars <3 i come here every year and being able to see the stars will always be one of my favorite things about this holiday!

also, something i feel very happy about is that. well. first of all you gotta know i have the habit of smiling at the people i see crossing my gaze, it comes naturally to me especially when the person is close in age to me. the thing i’m very happy about is that. EVERYONE. IS. SMILING. BACK. HSJSKDKDKDJ

there are so many pretty girls, pretty boys and pretty people here who made my mood better just by having those cute smiles! :) one girl in particular last night had a smile so radiant it felt like she was lighting up the night for that split second our eyes met and she smiled. we were walking opposite ways, looked each other in the eyes, and smiled. HSKDKDK I’M GOING CRAZY HERE

i hope your summer keeps being as fun as you told me it is! or even more :) love you!

yours,

breaker anon~<3

OMG WHAT THAT'S SO CUTE AQWOEJJGREHRB 😭 that's so nice!!!! It is rather saddening that she feels more at home with your family rather than yours, but it's also rather comforting??? Wow??? The sand thing is sweet but the video thing omg.... poor gal, well,, at least the sand is out!

OMG STARS. Literally seeing stars is one of the coolest things ever. It's nice you get to see them!! As for the smiles.. I can imagine how happy you feel. Sharing smiles with some strangers is always something nice <3 I'm glad you're experiencing this!!! All of it sounds so sweet and fun! Breaker going Unga bunga bahaha, that's nice :)

Sending you love as well, breaker <333333

[samismasawaysblog]

WAAAAAA I AM CRYING IM ABSOLUTLY CRYING

IM GONNA PRINT THIS AND PUT IT AND FRAME IT AND IM SAYING THIS FOR REAL!

Also thank you so much for your kind words you are an amazing person as well. Im so glad to meet you and Im so happy that we kept talking. Our first time talking was your sun and moon headcanon and you have become my sun become my light become my energy <333333

ALSO WE ARE GONNA TALK MORE AND KEEP IN TOUCH BC IM NOT LETTING YOU GO IM GONNA ATTACH TO YOU LIKE A LEACH (jk more like a koala or a sloth big hug attachment style 😊👊)

You make me so happy too and im glad to be able to make you happy too🥺🥺🥺🥺

NoW on to the drawing

I LOVE HOW SQUISH EVERYTHING LOOKS I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE COLOURS YOU USED IM IN LOVE WITH THEM AND IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR STYLE

ThE SIDE BURNS RAAAAAAAAAAA

AND THE LITTLE BLORBOS IM AWASAWAWAAWAWAWAAKSW COMBUST

GHOST SLEEPING ON MY HEAD WITH HEADPHOENS ON AWAWAWAA HE DO BE USING THE FRONT OF MY HAIR AS A BED I HOPE ITS COMFORTABLE THERE LITTLE WAR MACHINE

GAZ ON MY ARM BEING ALL CUTE LOOKS EXACTLT LIKE HOW I HOLD MULTIPLE CATS FRFR ABD HIS LITTLE HAND FLAPPING SO CUTE I DO THAT TOOOO JUST LIKE ME FRFRFR ADORABLE BLORBO WILL KEEP IT ON MY POCKET

SOAAPPO SOAPAPAPAPA IM CRYING BC OF THAT CUTE BLORBO  ABSOLUTLY ADORABLE I LOVE HOW IM MESSING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIS KNEE BRACE RAAAAAAAAAA ILL GIVE THAT BLORBO AS MANY EXPLOSIVES AS THEY WANTS

AND LASYLY ME IM CEYING IM SOBNING IM ON THE FLOOR ROLLING ON MY HAPPY TEARS IM TWIRLING AROUND FLAPPING MY HANDS

THE HIGH COLARS WITH THE SWEATER

AND MY BACK BEING ROLLED UP DO YOU KNOW HOW I LAY DOWN OR SMT? MY PARENTS ALWAYS WARNS ME ABOUT THAT WHEN I LAY ON MY STOMACH

(also at first i thought it was a jacket and i fr was like I NEED A HIGH COLARED YELLOW BLUE JACKET I NEED IT LIKE I NEED Oxygen so thank you for helping me found a new clothe/fashion that i like AND I WANT) MY LASHES? SLAYING frfr

ALSO THE LITTLE TUFF OF HAIR THAT FELL DOWN I AM EATING THAT FR NOW

my eyebrows are slaying as well like damnnn i need to have those eyebrows (also blue eyebrows im noting that shit down) THE EYES RAAAAA AND AND THE HANDS I WOULD HOLD MY HANDS FR THEY LOOK SO SOFT IN YOUR STYLEEE AND AND AND MY CHEECK SO KISSABLE CAN YOU KISS EM FOR ME 🥺🤩🤩🤩🤭🤭🤭🤭 I am going to bite my ear btw A LOVING BITE

YOUR STYLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM IN LOVE IM ON THE GROUND FROM LOVE HEARTS ARE POURING FROM MY EYES

I AM EATING YOUR COLORS AND COLORING STYLE AND THE THE SKETCH LIKE COLORING (do they called rakes? like the lines on the painting ) IM EATING THOSE TOO AND YOUR LIGHTING IM RAAAAAAA There is you behind me fr to have that much lighting on my back frfr You are shining down on me and im soaking up your light and photosynthesis.

I LOVE THE LITTLE HEART TOO BTW ABSOLUTLY ADORABLE HEART SO CUTE TATOOING THIS ON ME FR

IM GONNA TATTOO THE WHOLE IMIGE İNSİDE MY EYELİDS SO EVEN WHEN MY EYES ARE CLOSED ILL SEE IT ACTUALLY ILL TATTOO IT ON MY RETINA FRFR

THANK YOU FOR TAKING YOUR TIME TO THINK ABOUT ME AND MAKING ME THIS ABSOLUTE SHOWSTOPPING ADORABLE PRESENT IM HOLDING THIS SO SOFT AMD PUTTING IT ON A HIGH SHELF AND LOOKING AT IT FOR HOURS

You make my life so bright and im so glad you keep me on your orbit my sun, my sol, my star LOVE YOU LOTS!!!!!

@sam-nochncs A little present for you <3

Time for being sappy

Thank you for being an amazing person and (while we haven’t known each other for long) an amazing friend. You’re one of the kindest individuals I have had the pleasure of meating and talking to, and I hope we can talk even more and more because talking to you makes me so happy <3 You make me very happy <3

Keep being awsome and amazing <3

Okay I’m done being sappy (lies)

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYYY UR PICREW IS SOOO CUTW I CRIED T—T mickeytoru in the snow …. what will they do……. u look like lil kittens w the bright blue eyes i’m obsessed . kissing u both silly

……. also made me remember how angelic toru looks in the snow :(((( w his red cheeks n bright blue eyes….. getting pelted by snowballs n pushed into the snow as god intended ….. i miss him sb 💔

anyway i just wanted to drop in bc i was overcome by cuteness but ure so right WE SHOULD MAKE MORE PICREWS they’re so fun … ily mickey i hope ur day goes lovely :33 hope satoru shows up at ur doorstep covered in snowflakes <333

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUU MY LITTLE IRIS<3333333 I LOVED THE ARISUGU DUO SM!!!! THE CUTEST LITTLE KITTIES STARGAZING IN THE SNOW<3333333333 you two are so adorable together i'm kind of obsessed. immediately just thought of the two of u having like a book date in a cute cafe and then ending up in the snow after that<33333 so cute

mickeytoru had a snowball fight after taking the pic 1000% there were no winners only two losers with red cheeks n red noses and cold hands and big smiles....

SATORU LOOKS SOOOO BEAUTIFUL IN THE SNOW AAA I WANNA CRYYY he should be making snow angels and catching snowflakes (and showing them to me) he's just the sweetest boy ever:(((((((( the way he'd laugh soooo loudlyy:((((( HE'S TRULY MY ANGEL I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH<33

I LOVE YOU ARIIII<3333333 i think we both deserve a snowy little satoru considering it did Snow you know.. like this whole picrew thing was meant to be anyway it's fate it's love it's everything!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY GOES LOVELY TOO!!! DRINK SOME TEA AND STAY WARM MY LOVE<333333