#rottienation

[starlene]

I also feel like seeing Titanic again has further cemented my love for Swedish musical theatre.

Most of the things happening in the world of Finnish musical theatre atm don’t really catch my attention, or make me feel much anything... but thank goodness Swedish productions still do. Maybe it’s just the distance that makes them feel more special, but whatever. Without Swedish shows, 2022 would have been a very boring musical year for me.

I guess I’ll have to start making plans for a possible Funny Girl + Sweeney Todd trip for real now.

[rottiens]

Sooooo, I didn't really get the appeal of old men until the guitarist of my favourite band turned 50 this year, his hair is all white now, he has stupid old man glasses, and he has a dumb little moustache and it's all so fucking hot, I want to ride this little old man until he needs a hip replacement. I fear what I've become.

i felt this on a spiritual level. i understand that fucking dilfs is not for everyone but it couldn't be me ✋🏼 i will die riding those bones until they need a wheelchair

[tsukuhoe]

VAMP!JJK FIC RECS

let's just say i have a thing for bite marks and blood-sucking creatures... requested by anon ^w^ will be adding to the list as i scavenge for more. mdni, nsfw included.

gojo creature of myth - gojorgeous vampire lord!gojo x vampire bride!reader hcs - fatalfairies beatuy of the undead - carbondioxidewater vampire!gojo - rottiens bite of the night - itadorey self-imprisonment - noroi1000 just give me a taste - harunovella haunting you - tonycries love at first bite - lostfracturessvampire!gojo - lostfracturessvampire!satosugu - lotusatoru consequential - bloobberrries

geto crimson roses - dearestgojo vampire!satosugu - lotusatoru

nanami sweets - novasdarling tailor made - ghoultramp ditched dates - rinrinx2 deliverance - pseudowho

megumi scarlet - sukirichi

yuuji this city screams your name - yuujispinkhair blood - chosos-mascara vampire!yuji - wild-jackalope

yuta pain reliever - kentopedia

choso red, blood - choso-mascara honey - peachsayshi just can't get enough - aiawaorkuroo sink your teeth to drink - hoshigray just one more bite - gojonanami vampires in a bath - kaeinvy bloodline - screampied

toji please don't bite - perzawa

sukuna the red lord (has two parts) - yuujispinkhair vampire!sukuna - slvttyplum vampire prince!sukuna - persuasivus bloodline - screampied

etc drink me - arminsumi vampire lover - cinnamonrollbaby

[ichore]

SWEET LAMB - PRIEST!TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: reader is a junior sister under father fushiguro's care, and the priest will do everything in his power to turn the innocent sweet lamb into a perfect woman of god

tags, warnings: modern au, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, toji is a priest, reader is a naive sister but not a virgin, sacrilege, p -> v, cunnilingus, teasing, MINORS DNI, no aftercare

a/n: @/rottiens 😌✌️

Sweet lamb is what he calls you as he gently holds his hand against your jaw, his fingers delicately squishing your cheeks. The soft of his thumb runs along the line of your lips that you've bitten raw during the nights when you had unholy thoughts of Father Toji Fushiguro.

First, it was the feeling of his large palm resting on your lower back as he welcomed you into his church while excitement bubbled in your stomach regarding your new learning experiences as a nun, as a woman of God. Toji's fingers found the curve of your hip when the sudden turn on the candlelit hallway led you to your frugal room. Your eyes immediately found the black cross hung above your bed on the white wall, the spring green of the grass, and the vibrant pink of the freshly bloomed tulips in the garden were right ahead your window.

"I can't even express how grateful I am for allowing me stay at your church, Father Fushiguro." you turned around, finding him mere inches from you as his green gaze was studying your features.

"You're most welcome, but if you wanna stay here, we'll have to call each other by first names." his scarred lips curved into a slight smirk at the sight of your surprise, and his hands embraced yours into a prayer. "I'll make you a perfect child of God you desire to be, that's a promise. Supper is in thirty minutes, you can find fresh clothes and towels in the closet if you need any."

"Thank you, Father Toji."

It did not take much time for you to hear the other junior sisters' gospel about Father. Even if you did not want to indulge in such things, it was hard to not pay attention to whispers during lunch and dinner at the cafeteria.

"They say he was a soldier, that's how he got his scar. He was said to be one of the best." one said.

"They also say he was disowned by his family, and he took his wife's name, but she passed away while he was on deployment- which is why he turned to God."

It made sense, you thought as you watched him from afar; his raven black hair falling on his pale forehead, his strands tickling the width of his nape as he got another spoonful of his food. Despite his large chasuble, it was obvious he was an enormous, muscular man. Whenever his large hands clasped yours, you felt yourself grow weak and tiny while strength and warmth seeped through his pale skin.

One night you could not sleep, you twisted and turned in your bed for hours before you finally decided to take a walk in the nearly empty church. As always, it was before the altar where you felt the bottomless tranquility find you once more, so you got on your knees with your elbows against the bench as you began to pray to God to chase away Toji Fushiguro from your mind. Perhaps it was God's joke to make that man appear right in front of you that night.

"Trouble sleeping?" you jumped a little, not even noticing him walking up behind you. To your even bigger surprise, it made him laugh. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny, you nearly made me have a heart attack." you said, trying your best to appear at least annoyed, but hearing him laugh made your own lips turn into a gentle smile. "It's going to sound silly... but although some sisters here are my age, sometimes I feel terribly lonely."

A faint curve remained on his lips while he settled down next to you on his knees. The warm, orange light of the candles danced in your eyes as you looked at him, his arm nearly touching yours. "I remember feeling that way before God found me and I found him."

"Do you think he will find me too, Father?" your voice was near a whisper, mouth agape as you held your breath while warmth oozed out of his body and you began to feel like it was inviting you in. He smirked as he looked down at your eyes before his green eyes wandered at your braless chest that was only cloaked by a thin, white nightgown.

"Maybe he already found you... and now it's your turn to find him."

"Will you help me?" you placed your hand on his arm.

"Of course, I will help you, sweet lamb. It's my duty to do so." he said, his palm finding the top of your head before it ran along your unruly, bed hair and stopped behind your nape when your cheek touched his chest. Your hands rested on his back, you deeply inhaled his scent of burnt vax and cinnamon as you felt his muscles tighten around you into a hug that nearly made you cry from how well it made you feel. His palm began to caress your back in small circles as his other hand made sure your head comfortably rested under his chin. "Do you want me to help?" he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before as his hand on your back travelled a bit lower.

"Yes, please" you sighed, your embrace tightening around him enough to have your stomach feel against his lap where something hard twitched against you.

"You really are the sweetest," he mumbled, his hand gently fondling the soft of your ass cheek before firmly grabbing it before he fully pulled you onto his lap. "I'll make you find God tonight, I promise. How do you feel right now?"

Wet was the first word that came to your mind; you did not know when it happened, but as Toji's hand held you and then made you grind against his lap, you felt a pool swelling in your underwear and an ache iching between your thighs. "I feel strange, but good, I suppose."

"Good," he said before his hand on your nape went under your nightgown and found your clothed pussy, your juices wetting his fingertips even through your panties. You heard him hum as he began to stroke your wetness, each rub faster and rougher than the one before until his free hand had to cover your mouth as your moans seeped through your agape lips. His movements stopped at once, leaving you desperate for more before his stuck his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them without question as you finally glanced at Toji again whose grin was ear to ear as the green of his eyes was nearly impossible to see from the black pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you. Leaving you feel more desperate and alone than you ever felt before. "Meet me in my office this Sunday, the Lord will be waiting for you there."

He said this on a Thursday night, which left you exactly enough days to torment yourself with the idea of his hands all over you over and over again. Toji Fushiguro is so intoxicating, large and warm that you're certain if anybody can bring you to God, it is him.

On your knees in front of him in his office behind locked doors, you let him clasp your cheeks with one hand as he raises your chin to make you look up at him. A trail of saliva leaves his mouth and slowly drops into yours before his tongue forces its way through your lips. His hunger made the pit of your stomach tremble with need, you kiss and devour him as if he is the ripest, sweetest peach found in the garden.

"I'm on fire. Help me, Father," you moan into his mouth, making him look at your hands already between your thighs. "My fingers don't feel as good as yours."

"Have you touched yourself in the last few nights, Sister?" he asks as he picks you up from the ground with ease and makes you sit on his desk, your naked pussy feeling his hot breath while he's sitting in his chair with one of hands holding his bulge.

"Yes, Father. I could not stop thinking about you... or God."

"Good girl," he said, he peppers careless kisses along your inner thigh while his fingers caress your clit and entrance with agonizing softness and slowness. He's staring at your pussy with no shame before he spreads out his tongue and two fingers to dive into you, his upper lip continuing to tickle your clit. He hums as your hand clenches into the soft darkness of his hair, and he uses his broad shoulders to keep your thighs apart.

Under the moonlight, you can see the reflection of the two of you; you can finally see how much muscle he really has on, how many scars batter his body from the war and how disheveled he got you as your toes curled in the air and your mouth formed a silent O. Your first orgasm has your eyes roll back, your hips still rocking against Toji's face as you throw your head back in pleasure. A painting of the Lord is hung up on the wall right ahead of you; you watched his eyes, although Toji just spun you around to have your belly rest on his desk as he spreads your legs with the width of his thighs. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before he uses his hand to spread it all over his thickness. His eyes follow your gaze onto the painting as he lifts up one of his feet, and put it on the chair on the side before the head of his precum-rich cock enters your soaked pussy.

"God surely loves you," he said with his hands caressing across your arched back, if he gave you a pussy like that, he thinks. Sweat begins to bead along his brows from how hard he's fucking into you, your screams and his balls slapping against your folds fills the room and the hallways, but he does not care. It drives him nearly mad how your walls are milking him, how they tighten around his cock with each stroke as your legs shake with so many orgasm you lost count.

Perhaps he does actually go mad, and your cries for your precious God just excite him just enough to grab you by the hair and force you to look at the painting as his thrusts become faster and rougher, but also disoriented, causing you to orgasm as his cum filled you up.

[zorosdimples]

after much deliberation, here’s the official zoro + kae instagram feed 🌱🍊

thank you @dearbraus @yuujispinkhair @rottiens for the tag <3 open tags—i wanna see what everyone comes up with!

[yuujispinkhair]

📸 Sukuna & Winter: Wedding Instafeed

Sukuna and I have a really small wedding. Just us and Yuuji as our best man and a handful of friends. It's not about hosting a big event. It's really about our love. We go to the best restaurant in the city for a small celebration because Sukuna is a gourmet and wants only the best food for our big day. And afterward, Yuuji leads us to a karaoke bar, where he booked a wedding-themed room for us to have a little party. So I also get to enjoy my newly wedded husband getting on one knee, kissing my wedding ring, and holding my hand while he sings lovesongs to me ;)

On our way home, Sukuna swoops me up in his arms and carries me bridal style through the city while I can't stop laughing. And for once, Sukuna is even nice to strangers, thanking everyone who congratulates us on our wedding.

Once we're at home, we go up to the rooftop of the apartment complex we live in. Just Sukuna and me, looking at the city lights and laughing about our complete awe at being officially married now. We already got our matching heart tattoos on our left ring fingers years ago as some kind of unofficial wedding ceremony. But now it's official, and we have a legal document, and I have Sukuna's last name, and it feels so good and exciting!

We say our wedding vows to each other up there on the rooftop because those are for our ears only. And it's perfect. So romantic and intimate, just like we want it. Sukuna asks me to dance because "every wedding needs a wedding dance," and I take his hand, dancing with him on the rooftop, not stopping even when it starts to rain. And I know that it couldn't be any more perfect than this: Slow dancing on a rooftop with the love of my life with the sounds of the city and the rain in the background and an endless sea of city lights around us, but we only have eyes for each other.

This made me so happy!! Thank you so much for the tag @toji-girl!! Tagging: @itadoreyu @rottiens @nagumoan @adelheidvonschicksal @fushigurro

@sukunastoy @rnsql @sweetlandspos + everyone else who wants to do it!! (You don't have to write a story btw!! The pics would be enough. I just couldn't stop myself lol)

[demonfowl]

1 - Rotta

Koskelaa, yllätys yllätys - päädyin pohtimaan rottakuninkaita - ilmiötä jossa erityisesti nuorten rottien hännät takertuvat yhteen niiden talvehtiessa tai jonkun tahmaisen aineen takia. Niitä on perinteisesti pidetty pahan onnen enteinä (rotat harvoin selviävät ellei joku ole auttamassa). Ja sitten pohdin Koskelaa ja sen roolia komppaniassa. Ja näin aiheutin itselleni mielipahaa. :)))

[isatoru]

tagged by rottiens + a-ikuoliver !! <3

if you see this post YOU ARE TAGGED and you must let me know ;*

[itadoreyu]

thank you for the tag @peachsukii @yuujispinkhair @rottiens! 💕

open tag!

[rottiens]

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[s-une]

moved to @rottiens

[ichore]

FRISSON | SNAKE (VINLAND SAGA)

synopsis: upon hearing the news of you becoming single, snake takes it upon himself to comfort you

pairing: snake x fem!reader

wc: est. 2.1k

tags, warnings: smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p -> v, snake is obsessed with you, this fic is lowkey self-indulgent | @rottiens

Snake wasn’t one to meddle in his men’s personal lives, but the furrow between his brows deepened as he overheard his subordinates consoling their comrade with promises of a barrel of wine and a new girl to ease the sting of his parting from you. It was a mutual decision, the man claimed. Snake clicked his tongue against his teeth, unable to stomach any more of their foolish chatter.

His thoughts drifted instead to you — your hands deftly slicing vegetables as you prepared him dinner, the seagrass basket brimming with crops resting effortlessly against the curve of your hips. He wondered if your work on the farm ever left accidental bruises on your skin, and how sweet it would feel to kiss each one, tasting you as he soothed them away. No — he could never agree to leave you. 

With a swift kick of his heel, he urged his horse to gallop faster, putting distance between himself and the fool who had once been your lover. “You lot keep patrolling this area. I’m heading that way,” he barked to his men before veering off on his own. The closer he got to your house, the more impatient he became, each passing second only deepening his need to see you.

By the time he stood before your door, night had fallen. The moon hung high on the iron-hued sky, and the flicker of firelight glowed softly through the cracks in the wooden frame. The aroma of freshly made supper wafted out, but for once, his hunger had nothing to do with food. All he wanted was to see your face.

When the door creaked open, his heart sank at the sight of your tear-streaked lashes, your eyes rimmed with red sorrow, your chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. His fists clenched at the thought of your former lover finding solace in another woman’s arms while you sat here, weeping above the meal you had lovingly prepared for him.

“What brings you here, Snake?” you asked, your voice shaky, barely above a whisper.

“Heard the news. Thought you might need some company,” he replied, his tone gruff, an attempt to mask the ache your sad smile stirred in his chest.

“Come in,” you said softly.

As he stepped inside, his broad frame seemed to fill the room, the firelight casting shadows across his sharp features. He set his sword down as you poured him a bowl of soup, your hands trembling slightly.

“How come you came here and didn’t tag along with the others?” you asked. You knew very well how the guards console their heartbroken comrades, and given Snake’s reputation as a gallivant, it surprised you to see him at your table.

“I’m more interested in how you’re doing,” he said, his emerald gaze steady on you. “You’ve been nothing but kind to me. It’s about time I returned the favor.”

“Well, I was fine during the day. Work had my mind occupied a little, but I'm afraid the silence and the lonely night will break my heart in two at times. But it's just a part of life. You're a smart man, you know that,” you sat ahead of him, your tears pouring as you watched the steam curl above his bowl.

“Look at you,” he pushed the food to the side to be able to reach across the table and place his calloused hands on yours, his thumbs caressing the back of your gentle hands. “You're going through so much pain and you still find a way to flatter me. You deserve better than him. No sane man would leave a woman like you,”

“I hardly believe he's been viewing me as a woman in a long while, but … I shouldn't tell you this, you're his boss.”

Snake's hold tightened on your skin, his emerald stare studying your cheeks that you turned away in shame until he realized just what you meant by your words. “How long since…?”

“It's been months.” you took your hands out of his hold to wipe away your tears began to swell faster and played drums against the wooden table. You rested your face against your palms as you began to sob uncontrollably, your body trembling ahead of him.

This sight of you painfully clawed at his heart and set his soul into a flickering ember of rage. To think one of his men dared to make you think less of yourself by not worshiping your body every night angered him.

He was searching for you in every girl he chased after on Ketil's farm ever since he first laid eyes on you; your hair shining in the afternoon sunlight, the curve of your brows, the kind light in your eyes and the gentle simper sitting on your lips whenever you greeted him. No matter how many women moaned under him, he always wished it was your laughter vibrating against his lips. And to think he respected his subordinate's relationship with you to find out he took you for granted, “What an idiot,” Snake mumbled as he stood up and made his way over to you. “Come here.”

His shadow loomed over you before he sat down next to you, his palm finding the curve of your nape to lead your face to his shoulder as his other hand caressed across the length of your back. He smelled of horse sweat and leather, the frostbitten mud stench of wind still lingering on his shirt as your tears wetted the material. His warmth wrapped around you as his stubble tickled the sensitive skin of your temple, and his fingers massaged the back of your head and his other hand found the small of your back to pull you closer against him. “You deserve better than him. Someone who worships every inch of your perfect being, who thanks the Gods they get to wake up right beside you and the first thing they see is your beautiful face. Someone who yearns to have your pretty lips moan their name like a mantra every night.”

“Snake…” you whispered breathlessly as his words became hot against your sensitive neck, forcing you to hold your thighs together tightly while the liquid luster began to dwell in between them. You let go of his back, placing your arms between you and him to be able to pull away and look at his face. His dark locks framed his desire filled face, his eyes dark with wanton that threw your heart into a burning ache and need to taste his lips. But for a second, you hesitated. “So you're just a man, after all,” you whispered with a trembling voice. “Thought I'd entertain you tonight? After having my heart broken? I'm nothing but an easy prey to you.”

“There's nothing ‘just’ about the way I've been feeling about you. Had your love for another man not blinded you, you would've realized it a long time ago,” he smoothed his knuckles against the soft of your tear-streaked cheeks before his palms cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the remnants of your lament. Your lips trembled, parting instinctively as he claimed them for his own that night; he tasted of dried meat and cheap, red wine as his tongue deepened the kiss with a fervor that made your breath hitch. “Your kiss is even sweeter than I've ever imagined,” he whispers, his fingers tangled in your hair at the back of your head to gingerly tug at it and open your neck for his trail of kisses.

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage with guilt and excitement; to make love with your past lover's boss in the same bed you adored him in for years on the same night you two parted ways. Yet, Snake's words and touches made such eager moans bubble in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks as you notice the bulge tenting on his lap, a wet spot expanding on his pants while the tip of his tongue rushed across your collarbone.

“Don't think of him,” he whispered, sensing your hesitation from the way your moans got stuck at your throat. “Think of me. Only me. I'll show you how beautiful you are. Will you allow me? Yes?”

It was strange to see him like this - always so composed and calculated, now so eager, almost pleading, just for a taste of you. You nodded, and in an instant, his strong arms lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you, laying you gently across the bed beside the flickering glow of the fireplace.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as he began to expertly remove your clothes, his movements precise yet reverent. His gaze swept over you, drinking in every inch of your revealed skin, his dark eyes heavy with desire that made your heart race as his face was between your thighs.

“I can't believe I finally get to taste you, gorgeous, and you're so wet for me already,” he took his pointing and middle fingers to spread your folds, rushing his fingerpads across while the thumb of his other hand found your clit. “Soaking fucking wet, dripping.”

“Oh, gods,” your cheeks flushed into crimson at his words and the way he never broke eye contact with you, not even when his upper lip teased your clit and his tongue sheathed into your gummy walls as two of fingers massaged them inside. It made your back arch and your face turn away as a sharp peak of pleasure was building at the pit of your stomach.

“Don't look away from me, sweetest,” he got on his knees to have his palm on your nape, gently forcing you to look into his eyes as his fingers took you to your first orgasm and tears of pleasure swollen in your eyes. Your wetness overflowed, traveling down on your body and pooling under you by the time he was done and he was licking his fingers while his thighs spread your legs open. The mix of your liquid desire and his saliva coated the tip of his dick while he rushed it across your folds. “I'll fuck that bastard right out of your pretty your head, okay? You want it?”

“Yes, Roald, please,” the sound of his real name falling from your lips, the eager arch of your pack to have his cock inside you immediately made him stop with any teasing and he slowly pushed himself in. His jaw hung low as he felt himself stretching you out, the vehement pulsing in your walls massaging his dick. His size snuffed the air out of you, making your brows furrow as the two of you watched him push the last inch in until his dark pubic hair was right against your clit. 

“You feel like you were made just for me, sweetest,” Snake placed his elbow right next to you, his naked chest resting against your breasts as he brushed your hair out of your face before he kissed you. “I love that you remember my name even though I told you about it once in a fleeting moment. Now, I want you to scream it to your heart's content. Don't hold back.”

As he began to move, his pace fast and measured, your nails raked across his back. Each thrust drew out a new whimper or moan against his groans, making you tightly wrap your legs around him as his hands rested on your shoulder blades to keep you in space. You felt your body reaching the heavens over and over again underneath him, your throat was dry from screaming the syllables of his name and your lips were raw from his kisses and love bites.

“Cum with me, gorgeous.” he groaned against your ear as his rhythm became uneven, but harder and faster. You felt the tip of his dick harden and throb before his seeds filled you up. His dark locks fell onto your face as he left gentle pecks all over your forehead, nose, eyelids and jawline while he kept cumming inside you. You whimpered each time his dick twitched with its last drop, and you moaned as he slowly pulled himself out.

“I made quite the mess here, darling,” Snake chuckled to himself as he found his subordinate's shirt to wipe you clean before he found a blanket to cover you with. Your gaze followed him as he put his clothes back on, your heart already aching at the thought that perhaps every word he told you that night was a lie.

As if he could read your thoughts, he sat right beside you and pressed his lips against your forehead. “I'm still on duty and I have to check on Gramps. I'll come back as soon as I can. I want you to rest now, sweetest.”

[bluesidez]

Here's a bunch of Nanami food I love 🫶🏽😁 Bon appetit 🫶🏽🖤

https://www.tumblr.com/loveandpeaceanddoughnuts/755496479007932416?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/accidentcache/745707173562187776/soft-domestic-lovemaking-w-nanami-warnings-18?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairy-angel222/749398418657525760/nanamis-morning-voice-always-gets-you-horny-its?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/actuallysaiyan/744173132735250432/you-could-have-have-anyone-you-want-why-would-you?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/alexiroflife/753305176687984640/its-not-for-me-to-say?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rottiens/756027366480003072/synopsis-as-your-beloved-husband-it-is-his?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/actuallysaiyan/746804099423535104/the-first-timeaka-how-nanami-kento-lost-his?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/screampied/754587899964604416/%CA%9A-million-dolla-baby-%C9%9E-n-kento-%E1%A1%B4%EA%AA%AB-sum?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/anonimusunnoaniswriting/757897591619993600/%F0%9D%95%B9%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%8C%F0%9D%96%8D%F0%9D%96%99%F0%9D%96%8B%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%91%F0%9D%96%91-part-1?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/anonimusunnoaniswriting/748210016815923200/debauch%C3%A9rie?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/actuallysaiyan/746804099423535104/the-first-timeaka-how-nanami-kento-lost-his?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/actuallysaiyan/752608395698356224/the-beast-inside-of-meincubusnanami-kento-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/mrsoharaa/762926559260753920/%F0%9D%94%8F%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%A6%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A5?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cmdrfupa/758288683998789632/we-cannot-be-satisfied-with-things-as-they-are?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rahuratna/756643495518797824/nanami-kento-relationship-headcanons-now-a-fic?source=share

JELLY! MY PRINCESS KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR!!! 🪼🩵

I now have fics to read while I take breaks from studying for my midterm this week! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

VERY EXCITED!!!

And if I read enough, I may or may not write some Kento fics.

THANK YOU SO MUCH. MWAH MWAH!!!

[peachsayshi]

https://www.tumblr.com/sirenpearldust/752363814166593536/hi-im-new-at-your-blog-also-at-smut-etc-i-read

I could kiss your forehead for this, nonnie. Thank you so much for sharing this! I am tagging other writers to check it out the post. it will show you how to block the tumblr feature that allows your work to be used in ai training processes.

@rottiens @delirious-donna @vampnyx @solomons-poison @strawberrystepmom @kentoangel @half-baked-biscuit @suguwu @papersirens @zorosdimples

If anyone wants to boost or share the post, or tag other writers feel free to do so.

[yuujispinkhair]

@lyrebirdswrites tagged me in this tag-game. Thank you so much, Finn 💗

⟡ rules : answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

⟡ favourite colour:

pastel pink + pastel blue + black

⟡ last song:

"Down Bad" by Taylor Swift while daydreaming about College Boy Sukuna 😭😭💗💗

⟡ last movie:

Kung Fu Panda 4. I watched it in a movie theater, and it looked amazing.

⟡ currently reading:

"The Secret History" by Donna Tartt. I began to read it several years ago, but then I got distracted and stopped :( But now I've started again, and I want to finish it this time.

⟡ currently watching:

I am re-watching "True Blood" and I love it a lot. It's so funny to see it now and realize that Eric probably was the blueprint for how I see modern!Sukuna.

⟡ currently craving:

Something sweet. Apricot pie + that peach tea Monster mix. I have both here and can't wait to have them later today!!

⟡ tea or coffee?

I really like both, but I prefer coffee because it is easier to make. I am impatient, and I keep forgetting my tea, so coffee is easier because I just have to press a button. But I also love green tea and black tea a lot.

Tagging: @blauerregen @nagumoan @yuujilove @kentohours @thefallofruins @sunshine7queen @hxhhasmysoul @zanarkandskylines @aikatoru @lizarts01 @rottiens

[thatcharmingjerk]

Näin unta että järjestettiin mummille hautajaisia tyyliin kahestaan isän kaa ja sit siinä samalla oli joku hiirten/rottien/oravien syntymäjuhla ja niitä poikasia oli vaikka kui ja koitettiin kerätä niitä yhteen ja ??? En ees tiiä oli tilanne