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[huachengscrustybandages]

New Halloween Theme!!

stole this idea from nat!! @kurooandkenmasslut

It is also in honor of my birthday on the 25th!

Also in honor of Kinktober I will be writing 1-2 smuts. So send in your asks people!! It can be male, gn, or female reader.

Tagging!: @kurooandkenmasslut @utas-faerie-gf @aetheromi @strawberry-hanafudas @mirophobic @mirophobic2 @glitteryapricotranchbiscuit

[mournfulroses]

Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

[bbyseok]

thinking about teen gojo who’s still learning how to control his powers… and just starts floating every time you kiss him.

you just started dating after he won your heart some time around your first year as jujutsu high students, and there’s not really a difference from when you were friends compared to when you’re now together but—

there are the closer cuddles during movie nights and the spotanenous hangouts now established as dates amongst other things, and of course, the kisses.

funnily enough, it was you who intiated the first kiss, even after his oh so bold and confident claims that he’d be the best boyfriend and kisser, despite never having been in a relationship before.

some might consider that your first kiss with gojo wasn’t so special, but it’s special to you.

it had been a convenience store run he had dragged you out on during the ungodly am hours. satoru rummaging for his newly bought sweets in the grocery bag, his tongue poking out of his mouth. his expression had lit up when he pulled out his candy, eyes flitting to yours and then-

you leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

his snowy eyelashes fluttered in shock, staring at you like you had just strung up the stars in the current night sky overhead. the dim light from the convenience store casts a glow over your facial features, and it takes him a moment to realize that the curvature of your lips had just been on his. that you had kissed him.

and then he started floating.

you couldn't help but laugh and pull him back down and in for yet another kiss.

and it keeps happening every time you kiss him now. it doesn’t matter what he was doing before, as soon as your lips leave his, his feet leave the floor too — quite literally.

you’d think that he’s doing it on purpose, but he swears that he isn’t! it’s not his fault that his technique goes haywire whenever you bless him with a kiss!

it’s to the point where you’ve decided not question it now, and even the others don’t too.

“suguru and i are going off for our mission!” and suguru watches his best friend lean down expectantly towards you, tapping his lips with a finger, “can i have a good luck kiss, sweetheart?”

and you oblige sweetly with a hum, “have fun, you two. be safe!”

suguru’s hand is already outstretched to tug satoru down to the earth by his jacket once he starts drifting upwards. “c’mon, satoru.”

hell, he’s been half-asleep, still drowsy as you give him a kiss while leaving his dorm early in the morning before you’re caught by yaga, and gojo starts hovering off the mattress like an exorcism is taking place, the thin blanket slipping off his legs.

(“i guess you can say that you really sweep me off my fee- ow!”)

and while it’s ridiculous, you also find that it’s rather endearing.

but god forbid you start making out with him though. you’re not quite sure on what might happen whenever that comes around..

[opashoo]

Yongasabi, Slugcat language of the Rain World Undergrowth AU

Yongasabi originally started as an attempt to turn Rain World's glyphs into a functioning writing system for the slugcats, and that eventually inspired me to make a language for the writing system to support. As it grew, it became increasingly intertwined with my own ideas for Rain World worldbuilding, and my own project, the Undergrowth AU.

Now I'm publicly opening my language to the Rain World fandom! Seven months of work from start to the official release, with fully functioning grammar and over 1500 documented words just at the time of writing this post, I'm excited to finally release this language for other people to view, and potentially even use.

Note that Yongasabi is made with the Undergrowth AU (which is an anthro AU) in mind. It presupposes that the slugcats are humanoid, and their technological development is further along than in the game. Despite that, the language should be otherwise applicable to regular slugcats.

While Yongasabi has been developed through the lens of my own projects (Rain World Undergrowth AU and its worldbuilding) and understanding of Rain World's themes and lore, it's something I want to be accessible to the entire community. Consider it something of a gift. Anyone has permission to use Yongasabi in their projects—credit would be appreciated, and I would actually be so excited if you messaged me to let me know what you were doing. If I'm available, I can translate things too, if you need, or explain concepts from the document. Just send it to me and I'll see what I can do! Good luck!

[mischievous-thunder]

Character profile:

Such a feisty pretty thing

[airplanecrashingtowardstheground]

baffles me when people say hua cheng stalked xie lian for centuries lol.

the motherfucker didn't know where his precious beloved was! he couldn't stalk him if he wanted! and he doesnt btw.

the second hua cheng knew of xie lians location what did he do? he got all dressed up and immediately went to see him. he spent centuries searching for xie lian, not to follow from behind in secret, but to present himself to him in all his ghost king glory and woo the man

[wanderingxmoth]

siffrin noo that's not how you use an umbrella!!

[n0vazsq]

We're good | LN4 x Reader

pairing . . . lando norris x gf!reader

summary . . . Lando decides to terrorise you by hugging you while he's soaking wet from the Melbourne rain

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . !PART OF MINI FIC SERIES! woohoo another fic until the lando smau! im afraid i still didnt start that yet but uh yeah!!

. . . The Melbourne rain hadn't stopped pouring ever since you stepped into the McLaren garage, the steady patter of water against the pitlane floor mixing with the distant noise of thunder.

You scanned around for Lando, but there was no sign of him. The hum of engines and chatter of mechanics filled the air, but he was nowhere to be found.

Just as you started to wonder where he'd disappeared to, a sudden chill ran down your spine. And before you could turn, Lando appeared from behind, drenched from head to toe. Water droplets fell from his soaked clothes and hair, plastering his shirt to his skin and slicking his hair across his forehead, he was absoulety drenched to the bone.

Without warning, Lando closed the gap between you, arms wrapping around you in a tight, merciless hug. His body pressed against yours, cold and soaked, the rainwater from his jacket seeping through your shirt and clinging into your skin.

"Missed you!" His voice was muffled against your shoulder, but you could hear the obvious grin in his tone.

You tensed for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden, wet hug. "Lando, you're soaking. Get off me-"

Lando didn't move. If anything, he squeezed tighter, as if your protest only fueled his fun. He laughed, that infuriating, loud laugh of his, warm and teasing against the cold storm outside.

"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't want this," he teased, tightening his grip just slightly. "I'm practically part of you now."

You let out a breath, sighing more than you intended, and stood still, hoping he'd give up on his ridiculous prank. "Lando…"

Lando tilted his head, his grin widening. "What? I'm just giving you a hug. Simple."

You could feel the water soaking through your shirt, the chill causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, but Lando made it hard to be truly annoyed. "Simple doesn't mean you have to drench me."

Lando laughed against your shoulder. "Details, details."

You couldn't help the soft shake of your head, part exasperated, part amused. "Lando…"

He leaned back just enough to look you in the eye, water streaming down his face, droplets clinging to his eyelashes. "Relax. We're good."

You studied him for a moment, the stubborn glint in his eyes, the ridiculous grin still plastered across his face, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite the situation.

"Fine," you admitted, voice quiet, shaking your head again but smiling this time. "We're good."

Lando laughed triumphantly, tightening the hug one last time before finally stepping back, his grin never wavering. "See? I told you. Problem solved."

You rolled your eyes playfully, your annoyance melting away under Lando’s charm. The rain kept pouring outside, but for a brief moment, wrapped up in Lando’s ridiculous, soaking wet embrace, it felt like the storm didn’t matter.

"Sure it is, terroriser."

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[teddybeartoji]

彡 LOVE BY THE OPEN WINDOW

☆. contains: toji fushiguro x gn!reader; established relationship, fluff, a bit bittersweet in the beginning... very sappy very cute, reader calls him "my baby" wc: 1.9k

toji doesn't understand why you love the rain so much.

he doesn't see the appeal. at all.

everything gets wet, gloomy and dark – he hates the way soaked clothes feel on his body; how heavy they are, how they cling to him. he hates the puddles, he hates having to go around them. and he hates when a car passing by splashes him. it's fucking ridiculous.

he doesn't understand why your eyes are glued to the street below as you sit by the open window. a brisk breeze cards your hair, cradles your jaw; he can see the goosebumps on your skin but you refuse to move. you're holding onto a cup of something (he knows it's tea) and he can see the warmth of it. he watches you raise the ceramic to your lips, he watches you swallow, he watches you take in the heat with a faint smile. droplets of rain litter your bare legs and arms and he thinks about chiding you about catching a cold... but he just can't seem to actually do it.

fresh out of the shower, he stands in the dim living room with a towel in his hand - the only light in the room is coming from the outside and it's not a lot. the sky is painted a hazy, pale gray shade; he can't even see the clouds the water is pouring from - everything above has mixed into one big melancholy blob. the rain thrashes so loudly that it muffles every other sound in the world. it's overwhelming. he hates it.

images of a kicked, sad dog sitting under a sky just like this flood his mind. licking his wounds as the water tried to wash him away; the drops felt like daggers, like sharp little blades, trailing all over his skin. the clothes on his back burned as the cold took over, nothing ever made sense to him. the dog hated how bright it was – why weren't the clouds darker, why wasn't it storming, why wasn't the weather worse? he wanted to hide in the shadows, hide from the stupid rain and the hurt and the shame, to hide from the light.

(memories, not images.)

"toji?"

warm, like the sun. another kind of light. your lips curl around the letters of his name like they're meant to do so and he doesn't know... he doesn't understand why. the rain – ever so gloomy and sad and cold and dark and irrelevant and upsetting and useless and—

"baby?"

a switch goes off in his head and the rain changes into a simple background noise. he hears you loud and clear.

an extended hand, reaching for his – you're as patient as ever, your hand doesn't shake as you wait for him. it never does. toji shakes his head to rid of the images because he wants to see you instead. you're here and that's all that matters. his shoulders relax and he let's out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. you're smiling. you're beautiful.

the background doesn't muddle in his eyes – it's you and the rain. coexisting; the flood won't wash you away like he fears and you won't make it disappear either. and that's okay. he watches you place down your mug and his heart does a little flip when you reach out to him with two arms now. your grin stretches wider, your shine – you want him there, no matter how unbelievable it sounds or seems.

throwing the towel over his shoulders, he sneaks forward. he's not as sour as he was mere seconds ago and you're glad. you've noticed that he doesn't like this type of weather and you understand why.

his mossy green eyes bore into yours as you dig your fingers into his still damp skin. he smells good, he feels anew. while he still feels quite warm from the shower, he sees more goosebumps raise from your skin and he's decided to try and lecture you now, he's gonna tease you about the dangerous breeze, the risk of getting sick. the corners of his scarred lips tug upward and—

"stupid, your hair is still wet. you're gonna catch a cold."

...

you're not really looking at him; fully focused on his unruly, wet strands of hair, eyebrows furrowed as you push them away from his eyes. your tone is caring, albeit a little teasing. he loves it.

he loves you.

he's about to bite back but you're just not letting have his moment today.

a surprisingly warm hand slithers up his chest and around his neck while another hold onto his soft cheek. an unstoppable object meets an immovable force. toji doesn't even have a chance.

you tug him down with the most gentle pull and before he can even question what you're doing – your lips press against his forehead. adoration blooms from the touch; it travels to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his own lips, his neck, his chest, his lower stomach, the tips of his fingers, his thighs and knees, his fucking toes. it's everywhere. you are everywhere.

the loud "mwaaaaaaah!" that spills from you makes him chuckle; his chest rumbles with warmth and you take the moment to fully cradle his face in your hands. he leans into it, nuzzling into you like a big cat.

"my baby..."

toji hates how much he loves it when you call him that. him – a baby? how ridiculous, how childish, how foolish and naive; he is not a—

"myy baabyy..."

his insides fill with butterflies and his skin burns. the desire to pull away, to look away, to hide, is immense but your hold on him is stronger. he let's you tug him down a bit further, until his head bonks against his – you're looking at him from an incredibly silly angle and he's never felt more at home.

"'m a grown man, stop callin' me 'baby'." he grumbles. like a child.

"i can literally hear your heart racing right now, stop lying tough guy."

you know his act better than he'd ever like to admit. it's scary how clearly you see him. he really doesn't have a chance against you. you're something that grows between the cracks of concrete, slowly but surely growing your roots underneath before sprouting up and reaching for the sky. you hold him together.

in order to distract you from your unnervingly accurate comment, toji pinches your side before pulling you into his embrace. still sat on the windowsill, you let him snake his strong arms around you and wait for him to take his rightful place behind your back. he holds onto you as if you're about to slip away from him but you aren't. and you never will.

more droplets of rain fall onto your thighs and his arms and it feels refreshing. you feel him rest his heavy head on your shoulder and you know that this is the perfect time to introduce him to your favourite type of weather.

hand on top of his, you use the other to grab the lonely, almost forgotten cup of tea and bring it to your lips. it's still warm. after a quiet 'ahhh!', you raise it to his – he drinks it without a word. you know it's too sweet for him and you laugh when he doesn't say anything, just letting his eyes fall shut at the taste with a low grumble. your big baby.

the sound of the rain isn't as overwhelming anymore, it's not deafening. he feels you breathe and he feels the brisk air; the tiniest drops find his face with the help of the wind but they don't sting like they used to.

"look..."

toji gives you a 'hm?' before peeling open his eyes. he looks at you, only to find you staring at the street below again with a pretty smile. he follows your gaze and his hearts stammers. three kids, jumping around in a puddle, laughing so hard that they're almost crying – he didn't even hear them. they're wearing the most colorful clothes toji has ever seen in his whole entire life and they're laughing.

"so fucking cute."

you nuzzle your nose against his cheek while he's still looking at the kids splashing each other. "c'mon, when are we doing that, hm?"

the corners of his lips tug up despite his best efforts to stop them from doing so. he gives your body a aqueeze before murmuring. "y'really are something, huh..."

a toothy grin and another laugh – he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

toji lunges forward, pretending to bite your nose and he revels in the sounds that bubble from your throat. damp hair tickles your face as you try to push him off and the tea in your hand threatens to spill as you squirm in his hold, but he doesn't budge. he nips at your skin and he swallows your laughter like it's the last meal he'll ever have.

"y'wanna go and play in the rain?" kiss. "wanna play in the puddles?" kiss. "y'wanna catch a cold like those kids out there, hm?" kiss.

whatever thoughts plagued his mind before are long forgotten now. the memories are actively being replaced my newer, happier ones and he's glad to let the old ones go. he's fucking elated to do so.

with one final bite-kiss, he steadies his arms around you once more and let's you catch your breath.

"tell me more."

your eyebrows raise and you tear your eyes from the dancing trees outside. "about what?"

"what ya wanna do... why ya like the rain s'much..."

he's just a little hesitant to ask, though he himself isn't sure what he's so afraid of.

(he's scared he won't be able to give you what you want.)

"oh. hmm..." toji feels like a blanket around you and you can't help but melt into him as you answer his question. "i love the sound of it, i think it's very calming."

a hum.

"i love just watching it too, i love watching the puddles grow. i love to watch it soak everything."

another hum.

"i love the fact that it helps the flowers bloom, the grass and the trees. i like how it smells, during and after. i love how the sun peeks from the clouds when it's all done."

toji's eyes fall shut as he listens to your smooth voice. he pictures you instead of a weeping dog – he thinks about you sitting outside, in the rain. he knows you'd welcome it with a bright smile and open arms.

(like you welcome him.)

"i wanna feel it on my skin, and my hair. it's so refreshing. and i really do wanna play in the puddles, toji..."

he hears the pout in your voice and his insides feel warm. it's easy to forget about his past when he's with you; his every single thought involves you, they circle around you and he couldn't be more grateful.

"'n i wanna kiss in the rain. you know, like they do in the movies?"

his voice is smooth, comforting. he's not making fun of you, he's genuinely invested in your wish. "mm, yeah? wanna kiss like yer in a movie?"

"i do."

the rain. it pours and pours. the kids laugh and cheer. you sip on your tea and he hears you swallow. he feels your heartbeat.

"okay."

determination.

a promise.

[huachengscrustybandages]

How would y'all feel if I posted a Black Butler series??? Let me know if I should please!

[mournfulroses]

Tennessee Williams, from The Theatre of Tennessee Williams; "Talk to me like the Rain and Let me Listen,"

[perfectquote]

Dealing with other people reminds me of why I like to be alone.

Raine Cooper

[bbyseok]

thinking about gojo and his bad eating habits, so you start making food for him.

gojo satoru is in love with your cooking.

it starts out when you’re students. it doesn’t take a genius to take note of gojo’s appetite—consisting of junk food and sweets.

the first time you had seen him wolf down five burgers in one sitting was appalling. and there’s also the candy wrappers shoved into the depths of his pockets. (seriously, it seems like he has an endless supply of them, ready to offer you and suguru something like a lolipop or two.)

so you decide to start packing him real, actual meals. things like bento boxes and small snacks that you managed to make from your own hands.

and you had him completely enamored.

after a mission with suguru, he finds himself turning down his best friend’s offer for takeout at their usual place, instead opting to drag him along to you to try whatever dish you had assembled this time.

sure, he still has those candies from time to time—in order to stimulate his brain, he claims—but they’re nothing compared to whatever sweets you make in the kitchen for him.

brownies, cookies, cakes, etc.

and it continues into your adulthood. hell, you could even be considered the strongest sorcerer’s personal chef. (you’re way more than that, but you get the point.)

it’s not uncommon for him to boast about your cooking to others. “nanami, their bread rolls are to die for! trust me!” “my lovely students, guess who packed you all lunch todayyyy!” “they’re going to make you that dish you like so much, shoko.”

gojo praises you and your cooking so highly, it’s honestly very endearing. and if there’s anything that he loves, it’s coming home after a long day of teaching and slaying curses and eating the dinner you’ve made for him.

yeah, gojo satoru is in love with your cooking. and most of all, he’s in love with you.

[daily-snufkin]

🌿 DAY 5

The sky is grey, it looks like a storm is coming.

[toovaeloe]

Nanami is soooo the kind of guy that no matter where you go drops you off at the door and parks the car 😔 every time without fail

Like he’s running his own private valet service, exclusive to you

Can you imagine his ass wading through the rain to find y’all’s parking spot aaalllll the way in the back of parking lot while you wait inside the grocery store ?

And yea he does get out again to load groceries and open the door for you.

He’s so perfect ☹️ he’s so perfect