#not too much

[lizaisdrawing]

Mr. Wally

[animediia]

inspired by this tiktok

heian era! sukuna x reader

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A Quiet Fall of Snow

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The temple grounds were silent, blanketed by the weight of the first snow.

(y/n) sat at the edge of the open-air hallway that surrounded the courtyard, knees pulled to her chest and a thick black cloak draped over her shoulders. The wind whispered as flakes of white drifted gently from the heavens, slow and endless. Her hair tumbled loosely around her face, strands dusted faintly with the snowflakes that ventured near.

She had never seen snow before.

Her homeland was warm, sun-drenched and golden. Even in winter, the skies were clear, the days dry and endless. Cold, to her, had been little more than a brisk breeze. But this—this was something else. A quiet, frozen beauty that hushed the world, as though the earth itself held its breath.

She reached out a hand, catching a snowflake on her palm. It lingered for a heartbeat, intricate and perfect, before vanishing into a drop of water.

“You’ll freeze to death sitting there,” came a voice from behind.

(y/n) turned her head slightly, unsurprised. Uraume stood in the shadows of the hall, arms tucked into his sleeves, his usual stoic expression barely concealing his curiosity. His pale hair was pulled back, but a few strands had escaped to fall over his face.

“I won’t,” (y/n) replied softly, her breath misting in the cold air. “I didn’t expect it to be so quiet.”

Uraume tilted his head, stepping closer. “Snow has that effect. It buries sound.” He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “You act as though you’ve never seen it before.”

“I haven’t.”

Her confession made Uraume pause. He blinked once, a flicker of something—surprise, maybe—crossing his face. “Never?”

(y/n) shook her head, turning her gaze back to the courtyard. The temple’s dark stone paths were now lined with white, as though even this cursed place had been softened by the snow. “Where I come from, it’s always warm. This feels… otherworldly.”

Uraume hummed thoughtfully, stepping to her side but keeping his distance. He followed her gaze, his tone unusually contemplative. “It’s strange to think you’re someone who would find wonder here.”

(y/n) smiled faintly. “You mean in this temple?”

“In his temple,” Uraume corrected.

The unspoken him loomed like a shadow over their conversation, but (y/n) didn’t flinch. She watched as a snowflake landed delicately on a wilting vine that hung over the courtyard stones, the contrast of white against decay holding her attention. “This place isn’t all ruin.”

Uraume’s sharp eyes flicked to her. “Only you would think that.”

They stood in silence for a while, the snow falling steadily around them. (y/n) didn’t move, her eyes reflecting the pale sky above. There was something childlike in her stillness—pure, unguarded awe—as though she feared any movement would shatter the magic of it all.

Finally, Uraume exhaled, a sound of quiet resignation. “I’ll fetch a brazier for you. You’ll freeze otherwise.”

(y/n) glanced up at him, warmth flickering in her gaze. “Thank you, Uraume.”

He grumbled something about foolishness and sentiment as he turned to leave, but there was no bite to his words.

Once alone, (y/n) returned her attention to the snow. She let her hand drift forward again, palm open to the falling flakes. Her fingers trembled slightly from the cold, but she didn’t care. Sukuna’s temple—harsh, unyielding, drenched in darkness—had, for once, been transformed.

She wondered what Sukuna would say if he saw her like this: sitting quietly, marveling at something so insignificant to him. He would probably mock her for it, for wasting time on fleeting beauty. But (y/n) had learned that fleeting things often held the most meaning.

A soft crunch of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder to find Sukuna, his imposing form appearing at the edge of the hallway, crimson eyes narrowed as they settled on her. His arms were crossed, his expression somewhere between irritation and curiosity.

“Why are you sitting here like a fool?” he drawled. “You’ll freeze to death.”

(y/n) smiled faintly. “That’s what Uraume said.”

Sukuna stepped closer, boots muffled by the snow now covering the temple floors. His gaze shifted to the courtyard, where the snow continued to fall in a serene, endless curtain. “You’ve never seen it before,” he said, though it wasn’t a question.

“No.”

Sukuna’s four eyes studied her, her small figure huddled in the cloak, her face soft with quiet wonder. He huffed a low breath. “Ridiculous.”

(y/n) turned her attention back to the snow, her voice gentle. “It’s beautiful.”

“Useless,” he countered, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

“Maybe. But for now, it makes the world feel peaceful.”

Sukuna fell silent. For a moment, he just watched her, the way the snowflakes seemed to soften her already kind features. Something about her calm demeanor—her ability to sit there for hours, finding solace where no one else could—stirred a strange unease within him.

“Tch,” he muttered finally. “Get up. You’re wasting your time.”

(y/n) turned to look at him, her smile soft and unwavering. “You don’t have to stay, Sukuna.”

He scowled, crimson eyes narrowing. “Who said I’m staying?”

And yet, Sukuna didn’t move. Instead, he lowered himself into a seat a few feet away, arms still crossed as he cast an annoyed glance toward the courtyard. “You’re a fool to think snow is peaceful,” he grumbled, but there was no real venom in his words.

(y/n) simply smiled and looked back toward the falling snow, content in the quiet. For all his grumbling, Sukuna remained there—silent, watching—until the snow finally stopped.

Sukuna never admitted it, but the memory of her sitting quietly in the snow would stay with him. A small, insignificant moment that somehow felt like warmth in the dead of winter.

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[albaricomics]

It's my bday today and I thought "Wow, I've never done the meet the artist thing!" so here ya go<3

[a-amvryllis]

*opens wip with dad oscar*

*rereads*

*never posts it*

[hi-note]

Nikkari btw, if you even care.

Works at a facility in space. I do not know what animal she is but she absolutely is one of them

[tag-if]

Might as well send an absolute classic RO ask!

How would the RO's react to MC that occasionally kisses RO every time they leave for somethin and then MC just forgets one time?

AW that's such a cute little routine, okay!

[under the cut!]

A. Bellefleur; Would probably follow MC to the door, and out the door if needs be, pouting all the while and whining about how they missed a step before leaving. If they do manage to follow MC out, you can guarantee they've forgotten their keys, MC will have to let them back into the house (they are very sheepish and throw in an extra kiss for good measure).

K. Valiev; Would catch MC before they leave and press a gentle kiss to their forehead, light-heartedly chiding them about forgetting. Over the next couple of days they might teasingly remind MC, you know, 'just in case'.

A. Caras; Probably wouldn't notice, consciously, but they know all day that just something is off, and they head to work feeling odd. When they both get home in the evening, and they see MC, it will finally click, and they will grumble quietly about a 'ruined day' over something 'so stupid'. You find them waiting at the door for their kiss for the next few days.

T. Bellefleur; They're surprised by how much it bothers them, once they notice. They don't mention it all day, until you're both done for the evening, where they casually bring up that they missed your 'silly' routine and that you 'better not forget it again'. There is an odd level of (mostly concealed) anxiety to the jab, and they on and off watch you the next few times you leave, just to make sure you're honouring your word.

M. Serrel; They reel you back in, pulling you close, and refuse to let you go until you've fulfilled the 'kiss quota' (they never give you a number, so you just pepper their face until they giggle and push you out the door, which usually works). They've not made you late, yet, but they get damn close sometimes, you wonder if they're doing it on purpose or if lady luck just loves them.

[squidkid15]

Stripes likes his peach rum

[respectthepetty]

WHY ISNT KISEKI 2 hrs per episode?!? WHY?!?

I know you have no control over it but I need to write this somewhere. WHY?!???????????????????????????????

You = Preacher. Me = Choir.

I like the shorter episodes because I think every second is used wisely (looking at you, Korea, with your fifteen-minute episodes!), and a longer episode would have needless plot (looking at you, Thailand, with your OVER AN HOUR episodes!). Kiseki: Dear to Me is using the Goldilocks method to get me invested because it's just enough to keep me coming back for more, but not so much that I'm speeding up the episode.

Yes, Anon, you read that right. I watch this on normal speed, with the sound on . . . most of the time. In case you are not familiar, that is the highest honor I can bestow on a series. Regular speed AND the sound on?! It's a miracle.

Well, more like kiseki.

[iddybittysnail]

It's the 2nd anniversary for The Stanley Parable 2!

[motheryves]

i be forgetting that va's are also famous actors, and they can be in movies. i'm watching identity theft and my ass goes "IS THAT PERFUMA?"

[astllee]

ok so i'm making a short animatic for the Vees and here is every time Vox has been in it so far bc i might be actually in love with him

there are only the first sketches, i'm still halfway through the base and only after that's done i'll start refining the frames

please be mine mister tv man please

[daydreamvalley]

every young actor/actress is so adorable!! I was literally half their age when I started ATLA, and now Aang and Zuko are my sons so watch your mouth!

[juusou]

yay changed my blog theme :33

[wfhandwatchingtv]

I’m not giving Aemond cool points for Storm’s End but I’ll recognise he played his cards right at Rooks Rest.

He ate that ONE little thing. That one thing. Just a tiny-bit.

[sapphirefox1995]

I really wanted to test out some lighting especially with my Shadowsight design (which I adore)

He's Shadowpaw in this and the light is shining on the eye in his fur.