#no but for real i loved writing this

[soft-beams]

vi x f!reader

vi loves your tits, she's kind of obsessed.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have really nice tits?" Vi tells you one afternoon as you lounge in your bed's scattered sheets. It's so sudden, so out-of-nowhere, that it has you cackling until you can't breathe.

Vi lets it happen, watching you in amusement as she greedily takes in the lines of joy your face provides. She enjoys nothing more than making you laugh and giving you a form of happiness so hard to find these days.

It takes a moment for you to calm, and when you do, your mouth is sharp and quick.

"What the fuck, Vi?" You asks gleefully, beaming as you poke at her forehead. "What's going on in that head of yours to suddenly bring up my amazing tits?"

Vi looks at you, deadpan, before widely gesturing to your naked bodies. Then she reaches for your left breast and gives it a hearty squeeze, humming approvingly, which has you laughing again.

"Vi, stop!" You exclaim, playfully pushing her questing hands away. "The tits store is closed, no more tits for you now."

Vi gasps dramatically, a hand going over her heart as she stares at you in disbelief.

"Are you really doing this to me?" She asks, her shock feigned. "Are you really closing the tits store to your girlfriend, the VIP of this very store?"

"Yes, I am," you reply cheekily, and tap the tip of her nose with your finger. "So deal with it, missy. Be good and I'll think about opening the store again."

Vi looks at you, contemplating as she takes in your darling form in the sun's afternoon rays. Then she lowers her head in defeat, sighing as she stares at your chest, wanting.

"Fine," she concedes. "I'll be good so I can be welcomed into the amazing tits store again."

"Thank you, Vi," you say, with a formal nod. "Nice to see that you're—hey!"

Your arms are suddenly above your head, trapped by Vi's strong hands, leaving you open and defenseless.

Vi cackles, her eyes greedily taking you in before she yells, "This is a robbery!"

You're laughing wildly, attempting to escape as you yell back, "I know self-defense! You're not gonna take these tits so easily!"

Vi descends on you, pressing her laughter into your own, your mouths barely cooperating for the kiss they're trying to achieve.

When Vi pulls away, you're both breathless and grinning. You break your hands away from Vi's loosened hands and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her close. She comes willingly, her expression soft as her own arms slot around your waist.

"No tits," you murmur and snort when Vi sneaks a hand up to squeeze at your left breast again.

"Yes tits." Vi murmurs back, giving you an extra squeeze.

[noknowshame]

always a fun time when real life people are doomed by their own narratives. like guys you know it doesn’t have to be like this right? this isn’t a stageplay the foreshadowing isn’t real until you make it real

[cursingtoji]

“hm hello? do you need help?” yuuji approached the lady walking the hallways so slowly she seemed lost.

“huh?” you turned and he smiled, thinking how gorgeous you looked. your uniform was a lot like nobara’s, although it was lighter, like it was slightly bleached or just worn a lot, “no, i… i go here.”

“oh are you gojo-sensei’s student too?” he was excited to meet another student, it was such a big school for just a few people.

“gojo… sensei” you repeated confused.

“oh you must be utahime-sensei’s student then? from kyoto?” he tilted his head, like a puppy.

“utahime…” you whispered, “is geto here?” you asked with a certain urgency in your voice, “geto suguru.”

“who? geto?” he scratched his head, trying to remember if he heard about a sensei called geto suguru, “i don’t think i—“

“itadori!” megumi called from outside, yuuji saw him below through the open windows of the second floor he was at, his classmate probably saw him as well.

“ah fushiguro!” he greeted his friend and turned back to you, “i’ll ask megumi, he’s been here for longer than me.”

“who you talking to?!” megumi shouted.

“her!” he pointed, you were in front of him, right by the opened window too, he couldn’t see you?

megumi even moved a bit, “itadori, there’s no one there. stop playing, we got to leave!” megumi scolded him before entering the building.

“eh?” yuuji was frowning.

“sorry, i think i’m in the wrong place” you bowed and turned away running.

“wait!” he ran after you, turning corners he thought you could’ve gone but after a few ones he reached a dead end.

“hm? yuuji?” gojo emerged from a classroom.

“gojo-sensei! there was… someone…” he looked around.

“oi, we’re waiting for you, let’s go” megumi came from where he was, grabbing yuuji by the hood of his uniform and dragging him away.

gojo watched through a window as they walked down the staircase until both boys walked out of the building.

“that was weird” you murmured from inside the classroom he was in, “that boy called you sensei” you put more rice into your hungry mouth, “does yaga know you’re pretending to be a teacher here?”

satoru closed the door, lighting another incense on the table that you used to sit. where every year on the anniversary of your death he built a shrine with food you liked.

“i thought haibara was on a mission but i saw him by the tree” you pointed behind you with your chopsticks, where, outside the classroom and behind the building remained the tree you always had lunch underneath during hot summer days.

satoru undid the blindfold, letting his hair fall as he sat in front of you, admiring how you never aged a day. after all, you couldn’t.

in fact, it seemed like you didn’t realize how much time has passed. every year you appeared and every year you thought it was still 2006, when you had two kouhais that did everything you asked, a girl best friend that insisted you smoked with her and two boys that were helplessly in love with you. the last year you were alive.

“is suguru not coming?” you asked with your mouth full.

gojo swallowed hard, “no, angel. it’s just us.”

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

[aerequets]

but we both know you can't.

I was thinking about the wheeler arc and how twilight was unable to kill yuri because he knows it would break yor. and then i thought that if yuri was the one to find out who twilight was first, it would probably be the same situation but reversed.

many implications .......

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[marciaillust]

Asterism book cover

[inkskinned]

i had been used for my body before, i didn't mind it. i had a good trick about it - i didn't have to be there, not in my skin. i could wear the mirror, wear the puppet. you would see your perfect girl, a little monster i had concocted. she would glisten, distilled out of my own blood and venom. it meant i would be using you instead - you think you are taking from me? darling, i think this is a fucking joke, a role i am playing. you can't hurt me, i'm not present for the event. this is just a body, like a book is only words.

and then you came into my life, easy and honest. reaching for my hand in the crowded holiday market. passing me a water before i realize i'm thirsty. checking on me once, twice - the first time i said i'm okay, you knew i was lying. i keep thinking about the shape of your blue eyes and the wild of your hair the last time i saw you. how you got out of my car and when you looked back, i was looking back too. your quiet breathing in a hotel room.

you kissed me like you meant it, is the thing.

i don't know how to be a person yet, not fully. i don't know how to let you kiss me and touch bone. i tell my friends i hate this so much i want to throw up. your name slips into my head - i am no longer really ever alone. a little frazzled heartrate keeps splattering against my collarbone. my therapist asked yesterday - why are you afraid? what is the cost of vulnerability?

a terrifying thought: when i'm with you, it feels like finally coming home.

[fryologyy]

wander over yonder sketchdump!

[thoughts-rambles]

Lucifer was trying to focus on doing the papers Diavolo had assigned to him for the night. It was simply impossible. He couldn't focus on anything- not when he could faintly hear the sound of your voice as you sat in the living room with his brothers. He had only recently realized just how much of his mind you were taking up; he saw you every day, and when he didn't he found himself missing you. Whenever he sat in silence, during times like these, he always found his mind drifting off to the familiar vision of you. Your smile, your laugh- anything and everything about you captivated him.

He drew out a long sigh, realizing the long night ahead of him. He'd prepare himself another drink, maybe splash his face with some cold water, and force himself to focus on what needed to be done. He dragged himself out of his office chair and wandered into the kitchen; serving himself a cup of coffee, starting a new batch, and standing in front of the sink to wash his face. The cool water slowly dribbled off his skin, a refreshing sensation that managed to distract him from the sound of approaching footsteps. Before he knew it there you were, handing him a towel with a smile. He hadn't expected you, which was odd considering that he was very aware of your movements, but he took the towel to dry his face with a soft smile and a nod of thanks. You went back to doing what you originally came to the kitchen for, quickly refilling your drink as Lucifer leaned against the counter, watching you. Instead of leaving immediately, however, you paused for a moment to smile at him one last time. And that small action convinced him to indulge himself, just a little.

He quietly spoke up, calling your name to get you to stop in your tracks. As you turned to face the man, you realized he had gotten far closer than anticipated. He took the drink out of your hands, placing it on a nearby ledge, and gently wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You chuckled to yourself, seeing the oldest brother become affectionate was always a funny sight. Yet it was a sight you truly and deeply cherished. The warmth of your body against his had seemed to unwind the mess in his mind a bit, clearing his head. You gave him a brief squeeze with the arms around his torso, and pulled back slightly to look at his face. "Thank you, my dear," he spoke faintly before slipping away and grabbing his cup of coffee once more. He felt that that hug would keep him satiated for long enough to complete his duties. But before he left, he would invite you to join him in his office as soon as you were done with his brothers. You would have to take responsibility for all the time he had lost thinking about you, after all.

[corviiids]

i found a bad post i made months ago in the privacy of my own home and now i need to air it out in public because it's getting mildewy and moths are eating it

[geekylled]

Ken Sato, outfielder for the Yomiuri Giants, comes clean about giant spending habits!

In a recent interview, All-Star player Kenji Sato confessed to spending absurd amounts of money on grossly large sports memorabilia— mostly his own.

“I have a good, totally plausible reason for it,” Sato had plead, unconvincingly.

Sato bat an average of .420 last season, which puts him among the best. “It’s— ugh. Hm. Erm. It’s.” Unfortunately, he struck out severely in attempting to explain his spending habits.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it!” Sato swore, but then refused to give exact numbers in terms of pricing for those who may want to “try it”.

For the readers not in the know, a 15-foot recreation of Sato’s jersey recently went viral when commission details were leaked to the public. Our interviewer asked for a comment concerning the jersey, to which Sato is quoted to have said: “Well. I guess you can say I have a pretty big fan.”

[katoobee]

colorkiller,,,,, again

i tried real hard to write their dialogue in the proper arabic (standard arabic for killer, egyptian arabic for color) and i hope to god they say what i want them to say, i was clinging to translators like my life depended on it

context for this is like. killer comes home during stage 1 and assumes based off the DT on his face and how tired and shaky he is, he must be having a rough day. fragile killer being held by color

aside from that, my own headcanon AU territory!!! killer with Night Terror :D

"HOLD STILL."

i plan to make another proper post about NT, covering his powers and design and stuff like that. for now a brief explanation

NT got gross hands that bring the worst out of people. its like acid to everything and not just dream. amplifies the negativity of anyone who touches it like tenfold

utilizes that to apprehend killer and inflict the NastyTM upon him, which sends him frighteningly quickly from stage 1 to stage 3, and sets him loose upon anyone fighting NT

aka "sic em boy"

[plagalkey]

my lovely talented friend wrote an F1 AU fic focused on oikage's time at red bull racing!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Have you seen my little lad?

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