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Can I offer you the thought of gifting Kazuha a music box to keep during his travels?
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notes: yes. ignore that it took me [checks notes] like several months to get to this request. and that it was meant to come out on his birthday. shush.
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-> warnings : none ! minor spoilers for inazuma AQ but nothin serious
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there was little you could give a wanderer. he only carried what he needed, and what was needed was already kept close and well-maintained. there was little room for extra trinkets or unnecessary weight, either sacrificed in a moment of exhaustion or left behind when fleeing from those who wished him ill.
your kazuha was no different. even after joining the cruz fleet, he travelled light, with barely the clothes on his back to keep him company. he kept his pen in one pocket and paper in another, rarely carrying so much as a coin purse. this was fine and good, except his birthday was coming up and you had not a single clue what to get him.
you couldn’t ask beidou or the crew, as he’d certainly be lingering by and his hearing was far sharper than his blade. you couldn’t ask him—you’d tried, actually, but he’d just smiled and promised that he didn’t have want or need for anything. he spoke of his birthday very casually, as if it was any other day and not the reason he was by your side at all.
but kazuha was nothing if not thoughtful. for your last birthday, he’d gotten you a book of pressed inazuman flora, each carefully labelled, and had spent the entire afternoon telling you exactly where he’d picked each and why he’d chosen it. a lavender melon flower for resilience, a sakura bloom for change, a maple leaf for love. it was a painfully sweet show of affection, especially considering that the sakoku decree was not yet lifted.
“kazuha- are you sure you want me to have this? it could be years before you could collect these again.”
“please, my muse, the decree will not last forever. i have faith. and even if it doesn’t…”
he slips his hand into yours, looking out across the harbor. he’d taken you to a ridge just outside the city, letting you appreciate the sights without being unable to focus on his book. he looks away for a while, out to the sea, out to what lies beyond, the world seeming to slow to a crawl around you. the very air held its breath, allowing a wayward samurai’s sigh to linger, his mind far, far away.
“…inazuma is my home, but it is not my only place of rest. even if i never again got to experience a wondrous autumn, i’d still have this book.” he dragged his eyes from far-off shores, the same color as the maples sewn into his clothes.
“i’d still have you, wouldn’t i?”
and oh, archons, just the memory of that was enough to make your cheeks warm from more than just the liyuen sun. it’s early morning and the crowds are just starting to pick up, the shops of the lower harbor slowly selling off their wares. you’ve been looking for the better part of an hour now, and nothing seems to quite stick.
he already has pens, and is rather fond of the kind he already has. while you have the name and seller of said pens—he’d lent you one a while ago and never took it back—he already kept several spares tucked into his pockets. no matter how often he writes, how many papers he folds and gives away, his pad never seems to thin. the thread he uses to repair his clothes never fades or grows sparse, and he’s never so much as lost the tie in his hair. the week is growing shorter, and you have nothing.
and sure, kazuha isn’t materialistic to begin with, but you can’t think of anything else. it’s not like he dislikes liyuen food, but you’ve caught him frying his own fish enough times to know that he far prefers simpler tastes. he’s the one more familiar with liyue’s plains and hills out of the two of you, and you’re not eager to hurt yourself looking for somewhere new only to find out he’s already been.
he never asks for anything, never shows a hint of wanting. if he likes something, he gets it, leaving little for you to grasp at. it’s hard not to feel helpless, when he knocks at your door with your favorite flower in hand and you can hardly think of a single thing to do for his birthday. you can’t very well buy the sight of gardens of maple, nor somehow import those odd jelly-fungi he’s mentioned eating while in inazuma. based on the way he describes them, you’re not even sure if they’re meant to be edible…
his sword is kept in pristine condition. his shoes don’t seem to wear. you’re not familiar enough with medicine to try at getting him something for his aches, but it doesn’t matter, because every dawn means a fresh set of bandages, the faint herbal scent of whatever medicine underneath staying strong. he doesn’t need anything, and what he does he already has, and what he wants is quickly paid for through months of saved wages. he catches his own food, embroiders his own clothes, and you’re certain he’d filter and drink seawater if beidou didn’t stop him.
what can you get someone so minimalistic?
you prepare to loop around a final time, pricking your ears for the slightest call of something interesting. an array of local fruits, the freshest on the market. silk textiles, horsetail baskets, handmade chopsticks. you push through the crowds, eyes flicking over each stall. food, clothes, more food, building supplies? the harbor is crowded, overlapping shouting and negotiating and the barest sound of music through it all, quickly becoming overbearing.
…music? you stop and turn and seek out the delicate sound, surprised enough that your purpose for browsing has been lost. it’s rare to see street performers this far from the city center, not to mention the sound is so thin… normally there’s at least a set of drums to cut through the chatter. you’ve looked over everything twice anyway, it wouldn’t really hurt to look.
you don’t find a performer. instead, the sound leads you a few stalls over, to one full of various odds and ends, each carved from a dark wood. a lone chair, a set of cups—one has a weird chip in the lip—on an uneven plate, a good dozen set of chopsticks, somewhat clumsily painted. it’s tended by a young man who’s very nervously watching the customer in front of him fiddle with a wooden box, turning it over and inspecting every angle. there’s a key sticking out the back, and when they open it again, a single thin note floats out, quickly dashed away by the crowds. it’s beautiful, clear and crisp, even with the noise around you.
“maybe another day,” the other customer shrugs, and though the vendor’s face falls, yours lights up.
it’s perfect. sure, yeah, as the would-be buyer steps away and you look closer, the lines of engraving are uneven and hesitant, but the music was what made it worth it. kazuha always talks of the song within whispering wind, and you’ve seen how his pace slows when passing an opera, lingering just so. you never bought tickets because you didn’t know which he’d seen before, but this… this would do just fine.
“sorry about the wait,” the vendor apologizes, a slight sigh to his voice. “feel free to take a look around, just please be careful when handling the pieces. i don’t need another scolding from master lu…”
you pick up the box before he’s even done speaking, flipping open the lid. inside is some sort of flower on a plain pedestal, the same color as the rest of the box and largely unremarkable. you turn it, twisting the key in the back a few times, letting the song play again. it’s a slow, dancing tune, clear through the bustle. the little flower spins slowly, and you’ve made up your mind.
“what song is this?”
the vendor perks up, picking through his pockets until he finds a folded note. “’moon in one’s cup,’” he announces, “composed by yu-peng from up in yujing terrace.”
you dedicate the name to memory, closing the box and latching it shut. already, your heart is beating a bit fast, excitement and relief filling your chest.
“how much?”
you were hiding something from kazuha. he didn’t know what, he didn’t know why, but he knew it.
well, that was a bit of a lie. if he had to guess, it was whatever you’d gotten for his birthday. he’d done his best to assure you that you needn’t do or buy anything for him, but you’d gone and found something anyway. he couldn’t mind too much, not when the wind around you seemed to curl and skip along, ruffling your hair with self-inflicted pride. you were happy, and that was a fine enough present in itself. it was better than the poorly-hidden worry that always colored your features before, and it was a relief to know that it was a shallow issue you had been hiding. birthday or not, he’d hoped you’d tell him if something was wrong…
but it was nothing, thankfully. you asked him to find you after dinner on the day of, and that was that. the rest of the week slipped away like clouds from the sky, leaving him with a clear mind and a faint smile as he slept.
beidou was, surprisingly, not the first to wish him a happy birthday. it was furong that first saw him enter the breakfast hall, raising a glass with a shout that quickly spread across the crew.
“happy birthday!”
“here, c’mon, let’s get you a drink.”
“a toast!”
“to another year of smooth sailing!”
“to our stormwatcher!”
beidou was, however, sat closest to the door, and so she was the first to throw her arms tight around him, not minding the way his armor certainly dug into her skin.
“happy birthday, kazuha. don’t mind the noise, yeah?”
it would be impossible for a day such as today to turn south. the crew settled down and food was pressed into his hands, the shouting cooling off as they refocused on whatever they had been doing prior to then.
aside from the commotion at breakfast, his day was relatively normal. monitor the supplies coming in to ensure nobody tampered with them, then unpack them below decks. there was less to do, but that was simply because the date of their departure was approaching. within a few more days, he’d be off across open waters once more, keeping eye on the horizon.
that was for later, however. after lunch, he left port and took a stroll north, sitting for a while in an open field. the sky was cloudy, but not enough to worry about rain, so he lay on a flat-enough stone and let inspiration ebb and flow. a haiku here, a scratched out line there, though he was admittedly less focused than usual. the joy from that morning hadn’t really left him, sticking to his clothes and filling his thoughts. he wasn’t blind to the fact that he was welcome aboard the alcor, but it would be foolish to deny the appreciation of such a loud gesture, in meaning and volume.
his birthday didn’t mean much to him. sure, there was another year’s worth of memories to look back upon, a year’s worth of friendship and connections, but that could be declared any other day just as easily. when on the run from the shogunate, there was little time for such things as celebrations…
perhaps that was why he was still smiling. not just because of his friends, but because he had the energy to appreciate them. the ability to take off work and sit in the sun, soaking in nature. the energy to look forward to later obligations, instead of being permanently stuck in the moment.
dinner was far calmer than breakfast. he returned to the fleet late in the evening, ducking below deck to help cook. very few crew members liked (or were even good at) cooking, which meant it often fell to him. today, though, he was ushered out quickly, a few more people than usual seeming determined to block him from entering. it was strange, but not unexpected. the crew was close-knit, with every milestone met with raucous celebration.
he didn’t mind, though, returning above and busying himself with odd tasks. ferrying messages from furong, sorting papers with huixing, any and everything to keep himself occupied until the bell rung and dinner was served. the smell of alcohol quickly stained the air around the crowded dinner table, joining the heady mix of relaxation, joy, and a bit of anticipation.
another surprise awaited him, it seemed. he stuck around after he’d finished his food, noticing when little yue slipped out but not mentioning it. he also looked the other way when he snuck back in with a plate with a somewhat dented cover, letting someone else take his empty plate as the new one was pushed into its place. the conversation fell and he ignored the smell of sugar in the air, lifting the lid.
inside was a cake with shaky, cramped writing, struggling to fit his name in such a small space. it had obviously been made in-house, and was likely whatever secret the chefs had been determined to keep.
the cake itself was okay. a bit too sweet, dense, and with an odd sourness that he couldn’t tell was intentional or not. but the crew was happy and laughing and he didn’t need wine to get dizzy off their high, sitting at a well-worn table in a familiar seat surrounded by those he loved.
there was only one thing left…
he packed one of the last slices and kept it close to his chest as the halls grew quieter, the night air far cooler above deck. anemo softened his fall onto the pier, the wind leading him through the city and into familiar streets. the sight of your house had long since engrained itself into his mind, but he still felt his smile grow, tucking his cake behind his back as he knocked.
you were as beautiful as ever. he was certain you could pick yourself up from a pile of mud and still be sstunning, but tonight you had put in effort. still dressed for the weather, but with a bit more care into the set of your hair, standing straight.
“my muse,” he breathed, taking the small box from behind his back. “i have brought you a gift.”
and of course, you made a fuss about it, about how it was his birthday and that he didn’t have to do anything for you. but was that not the same logic that he had given you? did it matter, really, when the air was sweet with more than sugar and even your mock anger couldn’t hide your excitement?
at your behest, he took your hand in his and led you out of the city. his ‘favorite place’ was rather vauge instruction, but his mind had been made up from the moment he’d seen you. not too far, as he’d hate to stay out too late, but still somewhere nice. past bubu pharmacy, up the stone path, and on the low ridge beside it. few people would be passing by this late at night, but it was still close enough to the city that there were no real threats. a blanket was laid out and you both sat, exchanging gifts. his was in a plain bag, carefully wrapped in layers of protective paper, a small wooden box that looked as if it was meant to have legs but the designer had changed their mind halfway through. it was fine work, if a bit clumsy, but he knew it wasn’t yours. your sudden shift in attitude earlier could only be explained by a storefront. further inspection found a latch on the front and a key embedded in the back, and he understood. inside the music box was (what he could only guess to be) a carved silk flower, though again, one of the stems seemed to have been snapped and hastily covered. he reached for the back and turned the key twice, letting the song begin to play.
it was beautiful. careful notes plucked a carefree song, sounding very much alike to the lighter bands along feiyun slope. the music rose and fell, cheerful but quiet, like a soft satisfaction instead of a bright outburst. it was a lovely song in its own right, but his mind was far elsewhere. you were waiting for his reaction intently, face held in suspense like you thought he might hate it. he’d think it foolish, but that would imply that he disliked it, and that was far from the truth. to know you cared so heavily about his reaction to a simple music box, that your worry was for him, that you had been so excited for him, that you were hoping for his approval as if you didn’t already hold all that he was in your palms. the box could be stolen on his way back to the city, knocked out of his hands and dashed under a heavy cart, and his day would still be all the brighter simply by virtue of you being in it.
it was his birthday, after all, and you were one of the best gifts he could ask for.
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#genshin fluff#kaedehara kazuha#kazuha fluff#kazuha x reader#kazuha#kaedehara kazuha x reader#kaedehara kazuha x you#kazuha x you#kazuha x gender neutral reader#x reader#genshin impact x reader#gn reader#hehehhehehe my BOY :3#ily kazuha <3#i am. hyperdependent on him tee bee haych#but its okayy :333#we stay silly#gosh i really did mean for this t be out weeks ago but.... ah. well.#holy shit i need to start fucking. checking my work goddamn#< noticed a HORRIFIC typo in 'doctor's orders' when he went to his blog t double check his taglist#chat#you gotta start bullying me#if i fuck up PLEASE just . ritual sacrifice okay.#anyway
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#can you tell i’m in a phase#a stupid bonus after the cut#•-•#also it’s#eight year#drarry#drarry fanart#harry potter#harry potter fanart#draco malfoy#draco malfoy fanart#<333 okay bye ily
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☆Orihime Inoue☆
Happy Birthday Nada ♡ @shinixgami
#bleachedit#orihime inoue#bleach#usergojoana#usermica#useradrienne#sky colours#(idk who or what to tag skdasjda)#but happy birthday Nada <333333333#I wanted to do something different for your birthday this year <3333333333#and I've seen you mention you liked her so I decided to do this for this year <33#I hope you like it <3333#ily sm!!!!!!!!!! you deserve the world and more!!!#i hope this looks okay<333 I had fun with it since it's a series I've never done before! took me out my comfort zone <3
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this is our place, we make the rules
Kunikida rolls his eyes and takes a couple steps towards them, his gaze never straying from theirs and Dazai’s as they watch with bated breath. “You’re both terrible at this. That isn’t how you ask someone to dance!”
He bows, then holds a hand out to each of them, hands shaking lightly.
“May I have this dance?”
And, shit, how could Chuuya ever say no?
[or, chuuya, kunikida, and dazai dance, make out, and fall asleep together]
💫4,146 words | kunichuuzai💫
a two year anniversary gift for my beloved, @zukkaoru !!! i love you so so soooooo much! thank you for being in my life MWAH <333
#corey writes:)#bsd#kunichuuzai#bungou stray dogs#chuuya nakahara#kunikida doppo#dazai osamu#bsd fanfic#omg i FINALLY finished it#it was longer than i was expecting tbh lol#and i wrote half of it while at school haha#so thank you today and yesterday for basically being free days!!!#ily grace!!! hope it's okay <333#AND there is NO angst🥰#okay imma get off the hotspot and head home now lol#see you in a bit <333
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“Tell me something only you would know,” Peter says. Because he was sure before. He was fooled once, twice, a hundred times, and it was shame on him all along.
some canon compliant far from home fic about the peter parker post-beck trauma complex <3
#peter parker#ned leeds#michelle jones#peter parker fic#spiderman#spiderman fic#marvel#marvel fic#mcu#mcu fic#fic#my fic#petermj#it's there!#it's about the trauma but it's also about the spideychelle. she contains multitudes okay#stuff#this fic had me by the throat#no regrets at all#shoutout to roommate who has been watching marvel shit with me the last few days#you inspire me to write this kinda shit <333 ily#titling this was the 9th circle of hell jesus christ
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anyway hello good day tumblr we r FINALLY. FINISHED W/ MY MIDTERMS !! 😭 ahh i’m feeling sm better the weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, & we aced them too :)) i’ll have some more free time now
& BSD CHAPTER 120 ON FRIDAYY WOOHOO
#₊˚ ಇ reverie rambles#I HAVE TONS OF UPDATES HERE !!#mathematics almost got me this time. :’) i did nothing but stare at identities these past 24hrs#& i wrote 3k+ for history. i told twin this but tht wc could’ve gone toward a short fic HAHAHA 😔#but this week’s treated me better; i got a package from my long distance bsf 🥹#cherishing it so close to my heart.#it’s finally cold outside !! fav weather#& i’ll have something soon for u guys this weekend :) thurs-sat if anyone is still here#< edit: okay wait will b delayed again sorry…#okay ily !! <333
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SMOOOCHES!! Hii my lovely dove!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ʚ🍓ɞ
Okay okay! I know I’m flooding your inbox again but I have some fluff! (With angst) so if you don’t mind! —Okay I just have to say that soft Dottore is <3 especially since he’s cold and serious all the time (and doing evil man things) so him being soft for his lover could make me cry!! (especially since although he may have a soft spot for you him actually being full blown soft is like once in a blue moon) Okay okay so! Dottore most likely takes a few weeks or maybe more than a month to make new medication for Fragile!Reader whenever his last prototype fails. And with it I’m sure he gets frustrated, of course never to sweet little you. But, at times these medications he makes can have their side effects. Which is why Dottore almost always supervises you himself whenever he injects you with these medications. Since well, your fragile body sometimes may reject them, or lead to you on some occasions feeling fatigued or nauseated. So usually when you do receive a new medication you find yourself in his lab for most of the day. Always having to inform him how you’re feeling and if something feels off. Zandik of course is always keeping a keen eye on you even if he might be busy with some experiment. As one moment you can be talking about some fun thing you had done with the clones a few days ago, and the next you could be vomiting or worse, faint. So to say that Zandik isn’t concerned about you is an understatement. He really wishes he didn’t have to experiment new medications on you every few weeks or so to hopefully cure your illness. (He has injected at times some of his “patients” with the medication he’d use before giving it to you, but since your body is frail and weak the outcomes are always much different than compared to a regular healthy person) but Zandik would definitely let you sit on his lap while he works. Since he knows you’re very very vulnerable in this state. Which he doesn’t mind (as much as he hates to admit it Dottore is quite possessive over you) and he’ll even gently caress your hair with his free hand while the other writes away. So although you may feel yucky and absolutely exhausted. Zandik tries his best to alleviate your pain. Since you always say that being near him or being held by him makes you feel 1000% better. (Which he knows may not be true in actuality, but he just wants to make his lover happy) ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა
But I hope you enjoy this brainrot I thought of this at like 12 AM at midnight since the power in our neighborhood was out for a whole 2 hours this past Sunday. It was kinda creepy seeing all the houses and streetlights have no lights turned on. The heat was unbearable Ꮚ ᵒ̴̶̷̥ ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥ Ꮚ but I hope you’re doing absolutely wonderful! I love u so so much I give you so many hugs and chu chus!! I just wanna squeeze n cuddle u smooches !!! >< may you have an absolutely wonderful week and continue enjoying the rest of your summer!
-From your dear boo boo 🎐 anon! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
🎐 ANON BACK AGAIN WITH THE BEST BRAINROTS!!!
I am happily consuming soft Dottore, thank you for this sm 😭 (soft dot has been on my mind lately, I'm just. I need him to cuddle me) You’re so right, if he isn’t being serious, he’s being cunning or mocking too, so seeing him being actually genuine with his love for you!! Is so! <33 You can’t help but feel special because you’re the only person who will ever witness him like this!
It’s kind of funny actually. Dottore, the mad doctor, spending this much time on a cure. Helpful medicine. Everyone else would guess that instead he’s concocting poisons and injections to hurt others with (which they aren’t wrong) but they would never guess he’s carrying out genuine doctor things. Which he honestly couldn’t blame them for. If anyone saw how softly he acted with you, well… either they’d be dead, or he’ll never live it down if it was one of the Harbingers.
You dread taking new medications or getting shots, but you can’t help but feel you owe it to Zandik. You know how hard he works on these things, only for them to not work. His expression remains the same but you know he feels disappointed every time nothing seems to change in your condition. At the very least, you have a good amount of time to finally hang around him uninterrupted. Archon knows how challenging it is to be a Harbinger’s spouse, much less Dottore’s, with his schedule and lack of time. And to have his undivided attention on you? Phew.
Being treated by him so softly is enough to make you swoon!! But too bad you feel too tired to do that, so you have to opt for snuggling into his chest on his lap (which is arguably more comfy than your bed.) Feeling his gloved hand stroke your hair along with the soothing sound of pen against paper is far more relaxing than you thought it’d be. It felt like you could sleep for hours. Seeing him so concerned about your needs was so <3 to you, even though you felt crappy and down, he still wanted to be in your company and comfort you too <3
Omfg I love this crazy psycho doctor man so much. He would be so good with you too, he would have all the necessary equipment and such when you start to show certain side effects, already have his bed prepared for you to nap in if you get tired. He has many notebooks dedicated to you and how your condition, mental and physical, has changed over the countless years, he even has a section for new things he noticed about you and certain things you told him that he found amusing. Of course the lengths he would go to for you is limitless and he’d have some unwilling test subjects ready for whatever batch of medicine he’s working on next 🚶♀️(This is a little hc I thought of literally just now, but I was thinking, since he’s a doctor and all, he probably draws diagrams of the body every now and then, so what if he doodles you sometimes ;( he finds himself drawing your hand with your wedding ring on it!!)
I’m so sorry about your power! I would be so scared, I hope you’re okay now 💖 I am doing fine, I hope you are too my dear boo boo 🎐 anon 🫶🥰 GIVING YOU MORE HUGS AND KISSES SMOOCH!!! ILY!! ENJOY YOUR WEEK TOO!! As for me, I just hope I’m able to move around this summer. Whenever it’s hot, all my energy is sapped out of my body lol🧍♀️
#smooches talks#🎐 anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#LOTS OF KISSES FOR U 🎐 ANON ILY <333#okay but: angst where the medication backfires and u get hurt 🚶♀️
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Me writing tragedy:
My headphones: CUT CUT CUT ME UP AND FUCK FUCK FUCK ME UP!!!
me writing tragedy:
my headphones: BAD IS GOOD AND GOOD IS BAD SACRED IS PROFANEEE AND IT'S WISER TO BE MAD IN A WORLD THAT'S GONE INSANE
#always hereif u wanna talk <3#no cutting yourself up okay? <333#ily /p#jekyll and hyde#jekyll and hyde musical
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Just want my man to know that I love him, we all make mistakes, you and me, we're humans, we're not in a fairytale, it's alright and it will get better, let's take it easy ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ everything will be alright, I believe in us!!
@corensworld
#love#sweetness#life is pain#life is good#life is hard#it's okay to not be okay#it's okay though#it's okay to cry#i love you#everything will be okay#everything will be alright#everything will be fine#i believe in you#im being dramatic#i'm just a girl#just girly things#im just a girl#just girly thoughts#hell is a teenage girl#ily#ilysm#ilysfm#ilysm <3#ily so much#ilysmmmm#❤️#<3#<333
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hi, i see you are on hiatus, but thought at some point you might like to hear that january 28th is henry’s deathday ~ holiday anon
another one bites the dust (haha because you hoover dust)
#one year anniversary of this in my ask box <3 have a silly little niche comic that would only make sense if you’ve seen this one behind the#scenes video interview thing i don't remember#i was going to find it to link it but alas it was super old (before covid! before cast change!) and i gave up#it was like is henry involved in this show? and yeah he eats the confetti at the end that's it or smth like that#in the uk. there is this specific brand of vacuum cleaner// hoover? (why do they call it a hoover i had to go back and bri'ish-ify the#dialogue in this. goodness). and its name is henry. amongst other things. go google it ig#notes!! okay so like. was going to draw all six queens but ran out of stamina. i have spent the day doing idk what and my eyes kinda hurt#so you get the trio of?#catherine parr#jane seymour#anne boleyn#fun fact! i was scrolling through the inbox today and coincidentally saw this and today's date. insane. and so i kinda rushed this out.#also. not sure if you've seen this @holidayanon but after the <now retracted> goodbye post i got to know who was behind this all along#and like. thank you amber you're very cool! haven't talked in ages! can;t believe you fooled me for so long. sneaky skills? ily <333#back to notes on this yes.#there's a few references in here to my super old stuff (3 in total i guess??)#1) couch. one of my oldest drawings of the queens is all six of them on a couch and ngl i love the vibes i keep meaning to redraw it and#then not doing so. but every time i think of their headcanoned shared living space i like to stick in a couch hehe#2) plant!!! a long long time ago incorrect-sixquotes did smth about a plant and anne. its name was bess. if you look at like. sept 2019#it's there in the archive. i think it might have been a fake plant but yknow what? i will allow bess to Grow. as a treat. and 3) there's an#incorrect quote out there i drew once from misha (wify!!) asking about cathy parr and 'make me a sandwich' meme/vine/thingy#with her and henry the hoover. so yeah! also i like in this one she's the queen declaring his death bc like how she was the one who outlived#him. itches my brain. i like to think that in this comic jane is humming one of the songs from six- specifically HoS or six!! <3#i am not sure what noise a vacuum cleaner makes when it dies. i'm also unsure who other than my family vacuums a couch but then again i was#unaware we owned a vacuum cleaner until a month ago! so there's that#six the musical#six the musical fanart#caption is a silly little pun courtesy of me channelling my inner seymour. i think the last comic i did was for aragon's bday and despite th#e passage of time. i am still unable to properly pace things. oh well
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WE JUST GOT THE VOLUME 23 COVER?!!!
NOT ONLY IS THERE OUR ANGEL KENJI BUT ALSO CHUUYA. I REPEAT WE GOT VAMPIRE CHUUYA ON THE COVER
#atsushi ily#aku's also there but I don't care for him as much#at first I didn't know who was the person behind atsushi lol#he's so <333#AND CHUUYA GOD#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd 23#bsd cover#also if anyone's interested I got this photo from the trailer!#hope this is the final cover 😭🙏🏻#I can die happy now. Esp that Sigma's animated#bsd season 4 trailer#edit: hmmm some people say it could be Jules Verne and not Kenji and omg 👀 THAT'D BE SO COOL IF HE WAS INTRODUCED TO THE MANGA#tho I still think it's Kenji as he plays a big role in this volume#edit 2: I saw sb saying that it's kinda scary how Chuuya and Aku are grey... Yes it is scary I'm scared now#it's gonna be okay 😄👍🏻
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did you talk to my brother he got meds i look like a clown with cotton and soframycin on my nose
wait really? omg i was just. idk i was just being sad thinking if we lived together id drag you to the nearest medical store and apply it on you on a park bench while buying you a ice cream to shut you up and let me take care of you or even if you didn't wanna come id put my bra back on and run and get it or or id order it from swiggy genie
#and made myself sad thinking i could do absolutely none of those things 😭#but im sooooooooo happy your brother got you soframycin i love him that shit works ok better apply it regularly and give me updates okay?#it's like god couldn't let me be there for you so he sent the medicine as the next best thing fr 😭#ily take care <333#saumya baby <3#also if u love me send me a picturr i wanna see clown saumya
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good morning to you tumblr (morning voice(voice of someone thats been offline for a few daysOH GOLLY GOSH ITS CHARLES' BIRTHDAYFUCKFUCK STUMBLES OVER AHAHG TRIPS OVER A LANDMINE AAAHHGHGG RUNS OVER TO DRAWING PROGRAM FFUCKKL
#birdsy rambles loudly#NOWAIT EVERYONE QUIET DOWN ISTS SOMEONES DEAREST BIRTHDAY EVERYONE IN MY INBOX SHHHHH HHH SHH . SH.#btw the comment on the notifs is /pos i missed you too tumblr#;THE REBLG TAGS I GOT I READ THEM ALL YOU'RE ALL SO SWEET YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ILY ALL SM<333/P WWAHAHJGH HHOUHHGG#I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DRAW TODAY YOU'RE BOUT TO GET AN INFLUX OF ACTIVITY#OKAY BIT BIRTHDAY GITF FIRST.BIRTHDAY GIFT
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☆League of Villains: Dabi☆
Requested by @gojosattoru ♡
#bnhaedit#bnhasource#dailyanime#anisource#dailyanimatedgifs#boku no hero acedamia#bnha#my hero acedamia#sky gifs#userdabiluna#useradrienne#usermemi#useraki#userlisette#usergokalp#userokkottsus#hi ana!!! I'm very sorry for the wait but thank you for your request <3#i hope the colouring looks okay I'm worried it's a little dark! but I tried my best <333#ily ty for requesting Dabi!!! he is one of my faves!!#wanted to gif some of his earlier moments this time!!#hope it looks okie to you and everyone else <3#2k request
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ari im your biggest fan but.. volume 26 cover.. i cant support your opinion im SORRY
THE HOLLOW PURPLE FAN COVER DESERVES TO BE REAL 😭😭😭😭 we were ROBBED ari.. frojo is unescapable and the truth will catch up to you…
/ j all of this is a joke but personally im a hater 😞
🤨🤨🤨 well clearly you’re NOT my biggest fan bc if you were you would be supporting me on this Extremely important matter… a real shame bc if you just opened your eyes to the truth i would cradle you in my arms and feed you strawberries and we could have a slumber party and talk about our favorite blorbos but ig that’s not happening 😔😔 sigh. how sad. tragic.
….. jokes aside we can agree to disagree 🫂🫂 sorry but i’ll NEVER change my stance on it i truly think he looks gorgeous gojo has always had a bit of an amphibian vibe abt him and that’s one of his charm points. he’s the most beautiful man to have ever been created by human hands. if you don’t love him like this then maybe just maybe …… you don’t love him at all . 😞😞😞😞
#/j … (kind of)…….#WAIT JOKES ASIDE THOUGH#ILY ANON#YOU’RE VERY SWEET#we can still have the slumber party if you want <333 just don’t mention this topic around me pls#you don’t see the light yet but it’s okay :) i’m sure gojo will forgive you <333#…. okay this is getting kinda mean i think PHDJDBDHDI#I RLLY AM JOKING I PROMISE I’M JUST 😭😭 sick n tired of the slander …. the allegations…..#he’s sooo pretty and the colours are stunning!!! :((#i also don’t think a hollow purple colour would’ve worked at ALL bc the whole point of this cover is to show a more somber side of him#a more human side :((( he’s not fighting he’s smiling. a genuine smile. and the snow is falling and wild roses are blooming.#it’s such a melancholic and bittersweet cover…… i really do adore it :<#so beautiful#ask tag ✩
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goodnight honk mimi
#sorry im in a silley mood#looza palooza#bestie tag#no one mention the 3am thing okay bye#ily bestie<333
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