#nicely written

[catmask]

the 'all marriage is gay as far as im concerned' except its me watching a man and woman character in a show i like and accidentally saying 'theyre so gay' because i literally forget thats not the word for romance because to me all romance is gay

[perplexingly]

Spirit companions

[hymyarts]

"We Myrmidons are not the sentimental type."

[troutreznor]

text transcribed under readmore

SMALL DOG SYNDROME 

small dog you’re so funny when you snap small dog you’re so funny when you shake small dog you’re so bad when you bark small dog you never learned the rules

small dog lays flat on the floor  and sighs and whines  while it waits for you to come back from wherever you go  all day small dog doesn’t know if you’re coming home small dog hides under the bed to puke does it quiet eats its shame before you ever smell it  small dog’s bark is worse than its bite  small dog you are so funny when you bite  small dog it’s so funny when you’re mad  so by all means pick it up throw it around  lock it in a cage while you laugh small dog you are so funny when you cry

small dog can’t remember being a wolf  can’t remember being big  howling in harpstring harmony  like a plucked and quivering note in a catacomb  sleeping in a warm pile of bodies in a dry place that smells like family  the taste of fresh hot blood and wet bone iron fire honey salt 

small dog run free beneath the moon in your dreams

small dog is so happy you’re home!! small dog loves you!!!

JMGD

[keferon]

OKAY OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS GREAT I HAVE ONLY READ THREE AND A HALF CHAPTERS AND IM ALREADY IN LOVE

I originally wanted to make both of these pieces in color but I’m gonna be honest I have no fucking idea how to draw Ricochet…he is described as black and red and…mmhhmmm does he have canonical (canonical for this fic I mean) design? Do I need to design him myself? Idk I’ll figure this out later

[strayywayy]

damnnnnnnnnnnnn now I gotta find a cute coworkerr (would be great if its chan tho chan 1 chance?)

"virgin coworker channie and reader pretty pleaseee <3 (smooches back to youu)"

for bang chan from skz pleasee <3

hehehe yes my love<3 i actually love this req too much. thank you so much for requesting!! i hope u enjoy.

𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗒

*๑♡՞ 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋

❦ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－ 𝖼𝗈－𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗅， 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 ！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ， 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁／𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗑 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁／𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖾

❦ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍？？？， 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌， 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼）， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀），𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀／𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄， 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗒，𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀，， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 ， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒），，， 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀<𝟥

❦ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀 𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗆𝖿𝗈𝖺𝗈 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽<𝟥 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌．

chan was a cutie. you always were obsessing over his smile. he made everything better at work. he had this sweet kinda vibe to him. working with him was kinda hell- not because he was weird or anything but because you had the urge to rip his clothes off.

respectfully of course. you were happy whenever you had a shift with him. you worked at a small cafe with him. most of the shifts have been really slow so most of it would consist of you and chan eating things and taking for hours.

you got to know each other pretty quickly. you two were both around the same age so you found you had some things in common of course. he was easy to talk to.

“so—channie do you have a girlfriend?” you asked bluntly. you moved your chair closer to his as it was slowing down again. he looked at you like he was terrified.

“uh- no.” he looked so cute as he avoided eye contact with with you.

“oh- boyfriend?” you asked you were genuinely curious.

“no- i just don’t really date- or have dated before.” you were shocked to hear this news. this fine ass man has never dated before? what about hooked up? he had to have hooked up with someone.

“oh? really. i would have never guessed. are you more the hook up type i’m guessing?” he hesitated before shaking his head.

“nah- i don’t really do that either. i haven’t- yeah.” he laughed a little as he moved back from you.

“it’s kinda embarrassing.” you cannot believe that the boy you have a work crush on is a virgin. you could not believe your eyes.

“hey- i don’t judge.” you smile at him hoping to break whatever awkward feeling the conversation was giving him.

“have you done anything? i know this is random- i’m curious.” you try to hide the small smirk as you wait for him to answer.

“yeah- i’ve made out with a few people but that’s not it about it. i never know how to take it to the next step you know?” he still can’t look you in the eyes fully.

“yeah- i know how that feels. you know- oh there’s a customer!” the ping from the door bringing you out of your thoughts. that customer just ruined your moment to ask chan to hook up basically. you took the persons order and made it as fast as you could to get back to chan to ask him to hangout after work. you don’t know if you’re being too forward.

“chan-nie?” he looked up at you with a smile.

“what are you doing after work?” you looked at him at he stared back at you. he looked shocked that you were asking him. but his shocked face slowly faded away.

“uh- nothing? probably just gonna go home.” he shrugs as you two start to clean up to close.

“would you like to change those plans?” you giggled at you looked at him.

“if you wanted you could come over to mine. no pressure!” you turned away to continue cleaning as you waited for his response.

“yeah- that would be fun.” chan said with a smile. you couldn’t hide your smile the second he responded. you can admit to yourself that you have a small crush on your co-worker.

“maybe we could watch a movie and order some food?” you suggest as you finish what you were doing.

“that actually sounds amazing- i’m starving.” chan laughed as he finished he cleaning too.

“me too. let’s hurry so we can get out of here.” you two have never closed faster. the food and the idea of leaving motivating you. you guys finished quickly.

“you ready to go? it’s only like a 5 min walk from here. “ you say with a smile as you gather your things.

“you walk home by yourself after a late closing shift?” chan asks as he gets he stuff too. both of your leaving the cafe after locking up.

“yeah- it’s not that far so usually i’m fine. no weird encounters yet.” you laugh as you two start walking.

“you know i can walk you home from now on. i would rather walk with you then have you walk all alone.” you were caught off guard by his words. you would love to have him walk you home.

“ah- i would feel bad. i’m okay really.” you shrug as you two continue walking.

“i insist- i want to walk you home.” he said with the cutest smile. you wanted to kiss him so bad in this moment. why did he have to be so cute and sexy at the same time? you just want to rip his clothes off-

“do you live in a apartment?” chan says and you just look at his with your face bright red.

“yes! it’s so cute. i love my little apartment.” you laughed off your flustered expression.

“i’m excited to see it.” he says which makes your heart melt more for the boy.

“almost there just after this street.” you say excitedly as you two finally make it to your apartment. chan follows behind you cutely. you make it to your door.

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry if there a mess in the kitchen i didn’t think i’d have company-“ you say flustered as you open your door.

“all good. i swear my apartment would be way worse.” he laughs as he follows you inside.

“this isn’t even dirty! it’s so cute in here. perfect for you.” he says perfect hinting to putting his jacket down.

“please! make yourself at home. you’re my friend i want you to feel comfortable here.” you smile at him as you take your shoes off.

“phew work was actually so long. i’m exhausted.” you said as you sat on your couch with chan.

“me too. do you still want to order food?” he says with a smile.

“of course let’s do that first!” you grab your phone and scoot closer to him.

“what sounds good channie?” you asked and you two agreed on pizza. you two turned on a horror movie as you two waited for the pizza. the night was so comfortable. you two got along so well and you knew that but being in a setting like this just made everything better.

you could tell chan had a small crush on you too. you two were trying to keep it subtle but you couldn’t.

“chan- this is gonna be crazy but- can i kiss you? i really want to.” you turned away from the movie when there was a boring moment. chan was shocked but he wants to kiss you more than you know.

chan nodded quickly as he leaned in to kiss you. he looked so cute. you kissed his lips quickly. you two finding a rhythm quickly. chan was a good kisser from what he was giving you. he held your face as he kissed you harder. the kiss quickly turned into a heated make out.

your hands were wrapped his neck as both of you got lost in the kiss. a screech from the tv screen making you guys pull away. both of you looked terrified at the sound. both of you laughing after turning your attention back to the tv.

“soo- want to go to my room? we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” chan looked at you for a moment before answering.

“you want to- like? you’re not worried about me not being very experienced?” you shake your head.

“i’m not worried unless you are? we can just continue watching the movie-“

“no! i want to- i just don’t want to embarrass myself. i want to make sure it’s good for you.” he says with a nervous laugh.

“i can teach you? if you’d like. anything you want to know.” chan nodded as you offered your hand to him.

“i trust you.” he said with a smile as he held your hand as you led him to your bed room. you were more than happy to hear those words.

“good- and if you want to stop at anytime you tell me okay?” you said as you guys got to your room. chan nodded at you as he sat on your bed. he looked so cute but you could tell he was nervous. he was trying to find something to do with his hands as he kissed you.

“what should i-“

“just touch me.” you smirk and and nods back. you went back to kissing him as you felt his hands roam your body.

“like this?” you hummed at the feeling. his hands were so big and soft. the feeling of them making you squirm a little. he was quick to be all over you. you touching him making him calm down a little. everything with you so far felt so good to him. you climbed in his lap as he held your waist.

“this okay channie?” he never nodded faster he thought. you looked so good hovering over him.

“more than okay- you look so-“ you cut off him with a kiss. he was quick to respond back to the kiss. you could tell he was getting needier by the second. his hands roamed your body more this time.

you guided his hand under your shirt and his eyes lit up. he cupped your chest experimently to see how you react.

“mm- channie keep doing that.” he felt like he was on cloud 9. he was making you feel good and that made him more than aroused. he loved the noises and faces you were making. it boosted his confidence.

you two went back to kissing for awhile. you mindlessly started to grind down against him. the new feeling pulling a sinful groan out of chan.

“that feels so good.” he threw his head back a little as he helped you move faster against him. the friction making both of you moan out.

“channie- can i suck you off?” chan’s eyes lit up brighter at your words. his eyes darkening shortly after. his face turned bright red at the thought. you thought it was so cute how he was reacting to you.

“please-“ you got off his lap quickly before getting on your knees in front of him.

“you know- channie i’ve been wanting to do this since we started working together.” you say with a smirk as you palm him gently.

“shit- yeah? me too. i’ve wanted you for so long. thought you’d never think of me that way.” he says as his breath hitches with every movement of your hands.

“really? even with the looks i’ve been giving you.” you finally unzip his pants which makes his face heat up again.

“y-yea you make me nervous. didn’t know how to ask you out.” you rubbed his thigh as you got closer to his boxers.

“you make me nervous too channie. want me to keep going?” you ask him as you look up at him.

“yes. keep going-“ you pull his dick out of his pants just enough for your access. he breathed hitched again. his dick stood tall before you.

you didn’t expect him to be so big bu you aren’t complaining. you stroke him slowly which pulls a loud moan from him. his head falls back involuntarily.

“y/n- baby- please.” the nickname was cute. you liked hearing him call you that. you kitten licked the tip as you watched him fall apart more. his groans were music to your ears. he watched you as you took him into your mouth. your eyes stayed on him as you moved.

“holy shit- how are you so fucking good at this?” his hips slightly bucking making you take him deeper into your mouth.

he gently combs your hair back with his fingers. his eyes are locked on you now. watching your every movement.

“gonna cum channie? give it to me.” you say quickly. chan cannot even function after your words. his hips bucking again as he gets closer to his high.

“y-you can’t talk like that- fuck.” his eyes are closed again as he focused on the feeling. you keep bobbing your head on him as more moans fall out of his mouth.

“y/n- oh fuck i’m coming.” his voice was so whiny as his seed filled you mouth. you hummed at the feeling before showing him you swallowed all he gave you. his head still feels fuzzy from coming down from his high. you smile at him.

“that- was so good. you are so good at that god.” he was still in disbelief as he caught his breath. you got off your knees to sit back in his lap. he looked at you with a smile.

“do you still want the real thing channie?” you asked him as he gave him a quick kiss.

“i need you.” he says with no shame whatsoever. you can tell that he’s gained more confidence. you smirk at him as and chan strip completely. you climb back into his lap.

“you ready channie?” he nodded at you. you held his hand as you lined up your entrance with his tip. he held your waist gently as you lowered yourself onto him. your mouth fell open at the stretch. chan’s face twisted in pleasure quickly.

“s-so big.” you moaned as you lowered yourself more.

“god you’re so tight.” chan said with a groan as he pulled you in to kiss him. you kissed back as you felt him finally bottom out as you went fully down.

“c-channie- tell me when i can move.” you’re gonna give him time to process everything going on. you know a lot of this was new for him. he nodded at you as he got used to it.

“y-you can move.” he is still a little nervous. you started to move against him slowly which made you moan out loudly. the groans from chan are so loud. every movement of your hips.

“fuck- just like that baby, you’re perfect.” he moaned out as he helps you to move.

“channie- feels s-so good.” you try to keep your pace but he was so big. he already had you so close already. you held his broad shoulders for support as he held your waist. your movements stopped as you got tired.

chan quickly took over. he helped you ride him at the perfect pace for both of you. you truly don’t understand how this is his first time. he had your feeling better than half of the guys you’ve been with. you were so lost in the feeling. you were getting closer by the second.

“channie- right there. i’m gonna c-cum.” that just motivated chan to help you move faster. he pulled you into a sloppy kiss as both of you chased your highs. you could tell he was getting closer too. you rode him with all of your energy. one final thrust was enough for you to cum. your moans made chan almost cum instantly.

“b-baby i’m coming- where do y-you want it- shit.” he threw his head back as he was ready to lift you off of him.

“inside- i’m on the pill- please channie.” he didn’t need to be told twice before he was filling you up. you moaned at the feeling as you rode him through his high. both of you coming down from your climax’s. you pecked his lips sweetly before getting off him. you smiled at him as you watched his chest raise and fall as he tried to catch his breath.

“y/n- that was- oh my god. that was perfect you’re perfect. thank you.” he felt like he had to thank you with a shy smile.

“don’t thank me channie. you made me feel so good. was it a good first time?” he scoffed with a laugh.

“was it good? it was way more than good. you blew my mind.” you laughed at him as you both got dressed. both of sitting back on your bed cuddling just a little bit.

“i should probably get going soon. it’s late.” he said with a awkward smile.

“you know- or you can stay the night. if you’re comfortable.” you suggest with a little blush creeping on your cheeks.

“are you- sure? i don’t want to intrude.” you shake your head quickly.

“you would be doing anything but intruding channie.” he smiled at that before a nod.

“yeah- i’d love to stay.” you pulled him in for another kiss. you smiled big as you pulled him into your arms.

“i don’t want to work tmr.” you say randomly with a laugh.

“me either. but at least it’s with you.” chan says with the cutest smile. oh and of course that had you cheesing like an idiot. you like him so much<3

tag list: @blackeyehuaaa @haechansbbg @sailor- -sun

lmk to be in my tag list<3

[cangrellesteponme]

wife

[weewoo911]

So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

[fudgecake-charlie]

to my IRL(s) who keeps sending me disco elysium memes despite the fact i haven't played it in months THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. HELP ME. If people have ideas on this AU feel free to have fun with it considering I. have only a few!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[xiakeik]

Im plotting something so here's some Stanford Pines practice sketches (+Billford(?))

[httyd-art-requests]

Concept art light fury? She fits in so well, I wish we got to see her

EXCELLENT REQUEST!!! I love this thing so much, look at her widdle face

Dragon #118 - Concept Art Light Fury

Requests are currently closed!

[oogaboogasphincter]

i had a nasty logan howlett/the wolverine thot 👹 minors please DNI under the cut <3 i pictured dofp!logan but any logan can work bc it’s just filth

he’s got you bent at the hips over the side of the bed, your front smushed into the sheets that you grasp onto for dear life with trembling fingers.

“fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he rasps standing behind you. even though you can’t see it, his head tilts back, his eyes slide closed, and his lips part as words tumble out in a harsh breath, “so wet…”

he taunts, “you needed this so bad, didn’t you?” gazing down his nose at your rippling back. the corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk at your replying mewls. “i’ve got your little pussy trained so well, craving my cock before you have any say in it.”

his thrusts aren’t fast, but they’re hard, punching deep inside you. it makes the bed frame creak and your neck sway with the aftershock of force every time.

that is, until he growls in a mixture of impatience and possession. his forearm slinks around your side and comes to hook around your chest, pulling your back flush to his rock hard body. his other snakes around the front of your hips, pressing down and holding you still as he speeds up his pace to a pummel.

his hand is big enough for his thumb to press hard into the hinge of your jaw, keeping it agape and pretty, while his fingers wrap around your throat at the same time. your eyes roll closed and you fight to take in breaths around the constriction and molten pleasure bubbling up from inside you.

“that’s it, good girl,” he nearly purrs, like gravelstones tumbling over velvet. “i want you to come all over my cock, princess. fucking soak it, sweet thing.”

when you start unraveling, he gives your pussy a few more harsh pounds with his cock before he finally releases your throat. you gasp for air between whines of ecstasy. the rush of oxygen tickles your addled brain, like a gentle hand brushing stardust across your skull. Logan slows to a torturous pace, a low, primal rumble resonating from his chest as he feels the tremors from your plushness along every inch of his cock, from base to tip as he drags his length in and out, in and out.

he grabs your slumping frame, hoisting your hips back to right where he wants you. he lands a smack on your ass and sighs raggedly, a hint of wickedness on his tongue, “i’m just gettin’ started with you, bub. better go on and brace yourself for more.”

[paper-birdies]

I've been reading a Gravity Falls fanfic called "The Therapist" by @bapple117, where you - The reader- are Bill Cipher's Therapist in the Theraprism. I was on Bapple's Discord server and came across a conversation asking "What if Bill had a secret collection of art he made of the therapist and got super flustered when the therapist finds them."

Posted that and then someone mentioned that in a panic, Bill would probably try to eat the art and tries to eat the pages.

Anyways, I freakin' love this fic and this funky lil' guy.

[relia-robot-writes]

I am the Princess in the Tower.

You know, people hear that, and they say, "Oh, that poor Princess, she must be so lonesome up there. Some cruel fate must have befallen her, to be trapped so."

It's true, to a certain extent. I am lonesome. There's no shortage of princes and princesses - I have to wonder where they all come from - who come to try to rescue me from my captivity. None of them ever get particularly close, of course. The Tower is surrounded by a dark and tangled wood, monsters of flesh and stone stalk the grounds, invisible barriers and devious traps block all entry, and even if they got to the base of the Tower, they'd have to figure out how to climb up a sheer, frictionless vertical surface while automatically triggered fireballs rained down upon them... it's pretty well defended, is what I'm trying to say. Every single one of them gets sent packing, cursing the wizard who built the Tower and imprisoned me.

Which is, you know, pretty funny, when you get right down to it.

I mean, it's only natural to assume that, right? Wizards are mysterious, they pop in and out all the time. If one decides to suddenly vanish one day, well, he's probably just off calculating the angles of reality, or whatever, he'll be back. And if a girl appears in his Tower, well, of course he kidnapped a Princess for his own unfathomable wizard purposes.

It hardly matters that there aren't any kingdoms missing a Princess.

I don't correct them, anyway. It's safer for me if nobody knows who I am, or how I've changed. Safety was, after all, why I built the Tower in the first place. You think wizards do this for fun? Out in the middle of nowhere, forced to conjure food and water? Having to walk up and down twenty flights of stairs if I feel like going outside?

Wizards build towers when they are scared shitless.

See, I cast this divination spell when I was an apprentice, and I fucked it up. It constantly shows me visions of my own doom...

Not buying it?

Well, there was this devil, see, and I tricked him into thinking I'd signed my soul away, so now he stalks me forever, seeking vengeance through the very shadows themselves...

No good?

Well, I was cursed as a wee babe, and now all the world is my enemy, from the mightiest warrior to the softest blade of grass, and each one thirsts for my blood!

...I would have died to that one, like, immediately, huh.

Okay. Fine. I'm just... a coward. I built my Tower as far away from everything and everyone that could possibly do me harm as I could. I studied magic because it felt like the best way to avoid any and all hard work, conflict, and danger. I held off on telling anyone anything about who I truly was or what I wanted until I felt I could be absolutely safe.

And still, with "rescuers" at my door just waiting for my hand, I can't bear to look at them. The idea of one even getting close enough to attempt to climb the Tower (it's happened more than once) is terrifying. I could ask them to stop, but who would believe me? "Yes, I, the Princess in the Tower, am totes fine, please go away forever thanks, I am not an evil wizard." That'd go over well.

There's another princess that just made her way through the Woods and slayed one of my constructs. She'll be at the Tower base soon. She's got really pretty hair

I wish

I hope that you

Please don't

I'm writing this down here, and then I'm gonna go hide. If you're reading this,

The blue-armored princess flipped the paper over to the other side. It was blank. Her hair smoldered from the fireball she'd almost dodged, and she drummed her fingers on the hilt of her blade as she reread the first side. Aside from the paper, the room - and, indeed, the entire interior of the Tower - seemed completely empty.

[strawberrystepmom]

gojo x f!reader. reader and gojo are married, reader is wearing heels and earrings. a little bitty love note for my valentine. wc 1.3k | divider thanks to cafekitsune 💓

Tuesday nights have long been decreed to be designated date nights in the Gojo household.

Bearing in mind how busy the two of you tend to be, this standing appointment doesn’t always work out the way it was planned when you started the tradition and there have been several occasions where you and Satoru have had “dates” in the form of sharing meals from miles away via video chat but tonight, he is all yours. In the flesh, a day ahead of what is widely viewed as a romantic holiday, and wearing your favorite dress shirt with a smirk across his face.

“So, I’ve been thinkin’.” He announces from across your walk-in closet, fastening the buttons on either side of his wrists and walking in your direction. Raising your eyebrows while you fasten in your favorite pair of earrings, you hum at him, concealing a smile to the best of your ability.

“That can be a dangerous thing.”

Your husband chuckles and joins your side, leaning down to press his face against yours. He steals a glance at your reflections in the small mirror atop your standing jewelry box and puckers his lips, turning his head enough that he can kiss you before suggesting what is on his mind.

“Remember how we used to pretend to get engaged to get free dessert?”

Snorting, you nod, attempting to secure the back of your earring onto the post keeping it in your lobe. Satoru grabs the small piece of metal from you and takes over, leaning down as close as he can to you to get the job done.

“I recall.”

Of course you remember all of the times he pulled a fake ring out of his pocket for attention, applause, and a celebratory slice of cake he didn’t have to purchase despite absolutely being able to afford it. The first time you were mortified, hot cheeked and taken aback by the possibility he may have actually been proposing to you, but each time it became easier to react the way that would make people happiest for you. Keeping the absolute lack of romance in his actual proposal in mind, you’ve always held these fake ones close to your heart.

It feels like he spent years proposing to you culminating in the real thing - how romantic is that? Both of you insist that you aren’t romantics yet the way you love each other speaks for itself.

“Let’s do it again.”

“Oh you’re dastardly,” you tease with a half smile, your palms smoothing out any wrinkles in his dress shirt while fiddling with the buttons keeping it closed. “You really want to?”

“Duh, it’ll be fun.”

Despite yourself, you laugh at your husband’s antics and remove your palms from his chest to slip your ring off. Your lower lip dips out in a pout with each inch the golden band moves and Satoru’s heart squeezes in his chest watching it. Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested such a silly stunt, no matter the laughs that would be shared over it later.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Nodding, you grab his hand and face his palm upward, depositing your band in the smooth center of it, followed by the engagement ring you wear stacked with it. Your left finger is bare for the first time in years and you wiggle it with a giggle, shoving it upward in the direction of his face.

“For old times sake.”

It’s a very good thing the two of you picked a restaurant that deviates from your usual plans otherwise this entire little plot would fail spectacularly. Tadashi, the chef at your favorite place close to your home, would have spotted the two of you in a second and given you a wry smile and tutted at your dishonesty.

“Are you sure this is gonna work? We seem pretty, I dunno…married?” You question everything happening right now, unexpectedly feeling a little insecure about lying. The click of your heels on the sidewalk perfectly mingles with Satoru’s footsteps that he intentionally shortens when the two of you are together. There are so many subtleties that will give you away including the mere fact you are obsessively in love with each other and fail to hide it.

Your husband simply chuckles and shakes his head.

“Hopefully they’re giving out the good desserts tonight,” your husband mutters while weaving his fingers in between yours and swinging your joined hands between your bodies. He’s so effortlessly boyish sometimes you want to be annoyed but find it difficult to be when the stars are twinkling just right and the cool air nipping at his cheeks makes them a rosy pink.

If you loved him less, you’d be more frustrated. Adoration is a balm that soothes most of your frustration with him at any given time so you’re happily preparing to go along with all of this, smiling at the hostess standing at the front of the restaurant when you enter.

“Two for Gojo,” he proudly states to the woman who whisks the two of you off toward your reserved table. You smile at her the entire time but you notice her smile dim after she catches sight of your joined hands. With a nod, she moves so you can slide into your chair and he does the same and you hum to yourself.

“That was weird, right?”

Satoru just shrugs and you roll your eyes, picking up the menu and scanning over it once. Your waiter arrives with a polite half bow and immediately, your husband’s face lights up. It’s too late to tell him to stop whatever he’s planning now, his right hand dipping under the table to fish around in his pocket for your engagement ring.

“Are we celebrating anything tonight?”

The server’s words immediately make you panic and your eyes widen when Satoru pushes his chair out and stands, presenting a very familiar ring in his palm. Taking a deep breath, you gasp and do your best to feign shock and surprise, noticing the same horrified look on the server’s face when he glances at Gojo’s hands.

“Yes, we are. We are getting married!”

Glancing at his left hand, you immediately notice what the shock is about. Rather than fuss at him you rush to cover your mouth with your right hand and nod rapidly as though you are totally taken aback. Holding your left hand out, he slips your ring back onto its home finger. He beams at you with every movement, practically bursting with joy, and seats him back at the table across from you.

“You forgot to take your ring off,” you whisper-hiss out of the side of your mouth and your husband looks down at his left hand that grips the edge of the dinner table. Sure as anything, the golden band you slipped on the digit years ago glistens under the low restaurant lighting and you fight the urge to giggle and blow the entire operation wide open. The clearly uncomfortable server bows his head at each of you, filling your empty water glasses for the sake of having something to do, before scurrying away with his head pointed firmly toward the ground.

“He probably thinks I’m your mistress now.”

Satoru shrugs in response, tilting his head to the side.

“You are my wife, my mistress, and the love of my life, what can I say? The plan worked perfectly if he believed it.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach across the table and run your thumb over his fingers and the gold band adorning his ring finger.

“You’re such a romantic.”

He smirks and wraps your hand in his.

“But I’m your romantic.”

The two of you are so lost in your own little world you don’t realize the server and hostess off to the side discussing the married man proposing to another woman, gesturing wildly at each other. Fake proposal aside, you are excited to have an evening to enjoy with the man who shakes your world up at every opportunity and he glances at the menu for a scant moment before turning to look up at you, blue eyes narrowed.

“Do you think they’ll still give us dessert?”

Laughing, you shrug and squeeze his hand.

“I think we should probably plan on just buying one this time.”