#thank you 🪷

[monarchberrysblog]

MDNI w/ Mature Content

I hate that I have to make this announcement every other occasion but it has to be done.

If you are a minor or a whippersnapper on Tumblr and see a blog that says MDNI or Dark Content — do not interact; hell, even seeing “DEAD DOVE,” don’t interact with that!

There is a reason why it says MDNI. I can go on a schpeel on how it's terrible to consume mature content at a young age like that, but I am no professional or no one’s parent, but know that you're TOO young to be reading that, period.

[takami-takami]

more on sexually repressed Keigo: he doesn't want to scare off his crush with his sex drive so every date is like edging himself almost?? it's so good but so painful and whenever they kiss him they press into him just hard enough he makes a strangled moan/ chirping noise in the back of his throat. yeahhhhhh

🪷 anon

Oh my God, those little makeout sessions at the end of your dates have simultaneously become the highlight of his week and the bane of his existence.

You're his first real crush, he thinks, and that brings with it a myriad of... disorienting feelings that go past just butterflies and innocent longing.

Keigo has a commendable will and ability to conceal his newly found desires; but oh my fucking god he wishes he didn't have to. He knows you want him, too. When he presses himself against you, feathers pick up on that pounding heartbeat not from your chest, but from between your thighs.

It makes him throb in more ways than one, too.

He swats the thoughts away, shooing them off like a dog at the foot of a table. He'll be damned if he doesn't do romance right by you. Oh, you'd think he's such a freak if you knew, he's convinced.

He can't have you thinking that; so with a huff, he squeezes your hand before dropping you off at your front door yet again. The fingers on his right hand twitch when you blow him a kiss. He buries them in his pocket, turning away with a wave on his left before he takes flight, all to go home and fuck that same fist raw for another agonizing night alone.

[lovelyjuju]

Hi, I'm new here. I hope you're doing well. If I ask, If you're taking requests, could you do thoughts Fuma as bf.

Love your work! Your 🪷 anon (if it's alright with you)

hii, welcome!! ><

very cliché thought but the first thing that comes to my mind when i think of bf!fuma is that he's probably very protective of you. one of his top priorities would be for you to feel safe and comfortable at all times.

i don't think he's a super jealous person per se, but he'd definitely show that you're off limits. would scare other guys away with only a look if they're looking at you the wrong way.

he doesn't seem like the type of person to engage in any kind of drama, but as soon as it involves you, he'd never hesitate to step in. absolutely the type of person to protect you no matter if you're in the room or not (would also lowkey fight physically if needed).

fuma would definitely make sure you're always taken care of!

he's rather quiet, but i feel like he can communicate perfectly even without words. he'd absolutely know what you need and could read your face and body language like an open book.

one more thing, wouldn't he give the best hugs?? like, he's so tall and built, i think his arms would feel like the safest place:(( bf!fuma would absolutely hug you a lot, pull you onto his lap while watching tv, and cuddle you to sleep <3

[fanta2y]

Inherently Worthy Pt. One

WOOOO im excited yall, this will be my first multi-part fic!!

The parts themselves will range from 1k to probably 3k-ish words. Since i want to keep the story flowing, I have alot already prewritten for it so updates should be fairly regular.

cw: Sorcerer!Sukuna AU, blood and injury, kinda graphic and a bit descriptive.

part two

word count: 1.1k

Blood. 

It was everywhere. 

You felt it gushing out of the particularly bad wound you sported on your side, the growing agony making your brain fuzzy and your eyes blurry. You felt it slip past your fingertips as you tried to hold the wound close. 

You could hear it as you walked aimlessly, it stuck to your boots. The red color left a trail behind you as you hobbled away from the barely survived mission. The curse was exorcised and removed from the abandoned mall. 

Which left you to deliriously wander around, trying to rack your brain to remember how to get out of this mess. 

But the blood that left your body made you cold, and it made your mind drowsy. You felt like your head had been stuffed with cotton, your eyes could barely focus on what was infront of you and each step you took felt like you were getting heavier and heavier. 

Alarm bells were ringing in your mind, you knew that if you didn’t get help soon you were probably going to die. The thought didn’t scare you as much as you thought it should, which only caused the alarm bells to ring louder. 

You fished around in your pocket for your phone, praying to whoever might be listening that it wasn’t broken. 

You pulled it out of your back pocket, wiping the sticky substance off of the screen. Revealing only minimal damage, a long crack spidering along the edges. You turned it on and went to unlock it. 

You clicked on the first contact that came to mind, which probably wasn’t the greatest idea. 

However, that wasn’t realized until the gruff voice came through the speaker. The phone hadn’t even been able to complete its first ring. 

“Hello? Brat?” The low tone washed over your ears, and you suddenly felt the urge to cry. 

“Ryo…uh..” You willed the shakiness of your voice away in hopes of not worrying him, even though you knew that he should be worried, anyone should be worried about your current predicament. 

You heard rustling on the other end, almost as if he was moving around. 

“The curse has been exorcised.” You tried, hoping to ease some of the thoughts that you knew were probably running rampant through his mind. “Almost took me along with it though.” You finished, nearly mumbling. 

“Brat, I told you that someone should’ve came with you. But no, just had to be stubborn.” He grumbled, his words were harsh but you’ve known him long enough to know that he was just worried. 

He continued on and on, but at some point, you couldn’t focus enough to pay attention. His words buzzed through your ears, but your head was swimming and the black dots were engrossing your vision. They made it difficult to process his words

You must have said something because his voice got louder, but your brain still couldn’t piece together the syllables. It all just sounded like white noise, you didn’t want to worry him. Trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but your tongue was heavy and your body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you. 

“s’rry” was the only thing you could force out before you swiftly lost consciousness, and the sound of your body hitting the floor echoed through the empty mall. 

– 

Sukuna wasn’t scared of many things, dare he say nothing at all. 

When your as powerful as he is, you don’t get ‘scared’. But the ice cold he feels coursing through his veins, how he’s sure his heart is somewhere floating around in his stomach acid. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to fear. 

It almost paralyzed him. Keyword, almost. 

The second he heard your wheezy apology, and the concerningly wet thumb of your body hitting the floor. He felt his senses go into overdrive. Busting out of his dorm room and practically sprinting to Gojo's office. 

As much as he may detest the man and all his theatrics, he’s the only one who could get him to you quick enough before something irreversible happens. 

Facing the door of his office, not even bothering to knock. Sukuna pushed open the door, Gojo didn’t startle as the door aggressively hits the wall. He lifts his head from the paperwork hes doing, an easy smile on his face. 

“What can I do for you my precio-” 

“She’s hurt.” He cuts him off, not having time for his dramatics. The room went silent, the air thick with a tension.

Without a word, Gojo stands. The smile now nowhere to be seen, he turns to Sukuna. 

“Where?” The word serious, any trace of playfulness leaving his tone. The energy shifting around them into something cold and serious. 

“Some abandon mall, I’ve got her location.” He mumbles, fishing for the phone in his pocket. He showed it to him, the little dot blinking showing the mall where you stayed. Gojo nodded his head, committing the address to memory. 

“Hold on.” Was all the warning Sukuna got before they are warped to the mall, somewhere inside of it. The mall reeks of mildew and rotting wood. Sukuna can hear the wetness dripping from somewhere in the ceiling. 

The only reassuring aspect is the distinct lack of cursed spirit energy, its almost equally concerning as he can barely feel yours. Its just a small hum, tingling up the back of his spine. Nothing like it normally is and it only serves to make the panic bubbling under his skin begin boiling. 

But Gojo had a much more refined sense of cursed energy, and had already pinpointed your location within the labyrinth esque layout. 

With Gojo leading the way, they find you rather quickly. Sitting in a concerningly large pile of your own blood. Sukuna was at your side in a second, quickly feeling your neck and wrists for a pulse. Any sign that you were alive, that this wasn’t all the time you two would get together. 

Thankfully under his shaky fingers, he felt the soft bump of your heart as it struggled to pump the remaining blood throughout your body. He felt Gojo’s hand on his shoulder, his thumb gently digging into the flesh there. 

“Can you pick her up?” Gojo asked, albeit already knowing the answer. Sukuna gently situated your body for him to pick you up bridal style. The ragdoll of your limbs and head made him feel a sickness churning in his stomach. He noticed the long gash on your side, assuming that was where most of the blood was coming from. 

Without another word, you three are warped back to Jujustu High. 

authors note: a wee bit of a cliffhanger hehehe i hope you guys enjoyyy, im excited about writing this and i hope it turns out the way i want !! thank you guys for all the love for my writing, it really means the world to me!! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed <33 take care of yourselves, much love !!

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Alex Serra - Outter Space (Official Videoclip)

english below - "Durante el confinamiento en Abril de 2020 en Barcelona comenzamos un experimento autodocumental para aprender de nuestros procesos de crecimiento personal, con la intención de compartirnos y poder viajar y conectar con artistas de otros lugares del mundo. En Diciembre se abrieron las fronteras y tuvimos la oportunidad de visitar a nuestra familia de Argentina después de 3 años sin verles. Y a último momento nos invitaron a participar en el festival de arte ‘Global Eclipse’ en la Patagonia. Allí conectamos de corazón con artistas alucinantes. En ese viaje nació ‘Brotá films’, un proyecto para explorar el arte y saberes colectivos."

"During the confinment in April 2020 in Barcelona we started an autodocumentary experiment to learn from our personal growth processes, with the intention to share ourselves and be able to travel and connect with artists in other places in the world. In December the borders opened up and we had the chance to visit our Argentinian family after 3 years of not seeing them. And we received a last minute invitation to go to the ‘Global Eclipse’ Arts Festival in the Patagonia. There we connected heart to heart with amazing artists. In this journey ‘Brotá Films’ was born, a project to explore the collective arts and wisdom."

Anitta Moon & Alex Serra

Song: Outter Space Artist: Alex Serra Album: In the Real World (2019)

Alex Serra - Outter Space (Official Videoclip)

[tetzoro]

demon slayer au with zoro . . .

hear me out. i’m haganezuka’s apprentice and have been for years, learning from the best of the best ! i’m good at what i do because with him as my mentor, i have to be. but he wants to put me to the test.

he gives me a new job and tells me that there’s a new slayer who requires 3 swords. and i’m just like… what. (cue me throwing a stink over the fact that one slayer demands three swords). but, i get the job done. i insist on delivering it to him bc i’m like who the hell does he think he is??

only for me to experience love at first sight + get thrown into a grand adventure that i had not anticipated on at all.

[sun-snatcher]

Received a notification that Tumblr User @balrogballs followed my blog while I was editing my WIP, so here’s me dedicating this scene to their greatness 🤲🏼

[fatuismooches]

greetings!!! this is the first time i've ever shared my idea to anyone, kind of worry but guess that i have to share it with you because your writings are so good and i love how you execute scenarios and ideas (literally awake all night scrolling through your brainrot 😭😭😭😭)

let me tell you that fragile!reader and dottore is what keeps me awake at night i love them so much, i literally read everything in the tags, the fluff and angst is SOO GOOD NGL.

so, angst/ no comfort (because i love tormenting myself (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆), fragile!reader and terminal lucidity - somebody suddenly became lively and conscious before their deaths. i see that you have written about fragile!reader whose memories are slowly deteriorating or slowly losing their eyesight. imagine one day, everything just come back...normal, the sudden recollection of memories, vision returned miraculously, no pain, no suffering, as if they were back to the days at Akademiya. they became gleeful, happy, full of live, no longer the gloomy, sick-ridden individual.

Dottore, of course, was surprised at this phenomenal, run more tests and check-ups just to be sure that we are actually healthy because there is no way we actually turn healthy after being sick in centuries. the segments however, especially Zandy, didn't think much about the whole ordeal. you are fine!! you can finally walking and running freely without being on life-support. your turn in health manage to turned them into a bunch of joyful, blue-haired maniacs with giddy, happy smiles on their lips.

we are fine for a few weeks, which also make Dottore himself believe that maybe, maybe his efforts have paid off, maybe our health have been stable, and maybe from now on, he could spend the rest of eternity with his beloved.

then we die (this is so mean i'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭😭). how they perish is completely up you but i'd preferably that they die in their sleep, a peaceful death. Dottore and the segments are... well, shocked is an understatement, their whole world have...gone, they'd question themself: how can this happen? you were fine in the past few weeks? In which Dottore blame himself the most, he shouldn't have believed that we were fine, he should have run more test, he should have been more cautious about the whole situation but now he completely felt... helpless, for the first time in millions of years. the only person who went thick and thin, the person that can tolerate him in the Akademiya days and the person that he can tolerate now have passed away.

(the ending is kind if short because idk what else to say since my vocabulary and grammar is rather limited. i hope this would be sufficient 😭😭😭😭😭 also looking forward on how you react to this. for now i'll just cry myself to sleep with this scenario while waiting for your work ❤️🥰)

- 🪷

It would come out of nowhere, no one expected it, no one believed it in the beginning. After all, over four hundred years of debilitating illness makes it hard for anyone to believe something good finally happened. But it does, when you first wake up you can feel that something is different - you definitely do some test runs in your room, picking up objects that were once too heavy for you, simple actions that no longer left you tired, no more aches or pains, it was marvelous. So obviously with your newfound energy, you sprint out to find anyone, hell even a random agent would do, because you're finally free. (You can already hear the voices of the segments - no running in the lab because of the very obvious dangers.)

Naturally, Dottore is very skeptical of this, yes, he does not trust how his heart beats at the sight of your glowing self putting on a little performance for him to show how healthy you are now, he can't bring himself to. He's witnessed how low you could become from the worst stages of your sickness, so although he's more than happy to see you well, the possibility of you falling back into such a state is very high. However he cannot find anything, and you don't show any visible signs either. Even so, he still watches you very closely. It's a feeling that always nags, one that may always nag him perhaps, the thought of you becoming worse. But he's not going to damper your mood with his thoughts, you should enjoy this.

Dottore and the segments would still scold you for your recklessness but realize that you are no longer sick and frail and they no longer have to fuss over your health. It's a very strange sensation that's hard to break out of since they've been doing it for so long. But it's good! You're happy! You're strong! You're the [Name] that was buried away, come to rise to the surface once more. Let's just say Zandy very much enjoys the piggyback rides. The checkups still persist as a general measure, but they always go smoothly. It seems there's nothing to worry about.

You would want to assume your role of his assistant once again right away - it's something you've been longing for, to be able to be useful to your lover just like how you once were. To live those days of banter and sharing fascinating knowledge and listening to each other's ideas once more. And so you do, Dottore's more than happy to let you, oh how he's missed you by his side so often. He's excited, he's ready to put the past four hundred years behind and move on, his mind already racing with the countless possibilities that have opened up now. Unfortunately, they don't come to fruition.

Perhaps you felt something wasn't right but it was already far too late - on the day of your death you acted like everything was normal, carrying out your new duties, but also with a lot of added affection, visiting each segment and Dottore and kissing them with all your love. They don't think much of it, you're usually affectionate like that. If only they knew that would be the last time they were embraced by you. Little Zandy too - it would be the last time you ever hugged him and listened to you read him a story. He'd be absolutely inconsolable after your death.

With you gone, the spark in his life would be gone. It would be the same routine of his duties and experiments and research, with nothing to ease his tension. Sure, he no longer has to spend lots of time finding a cure or producing medicine, but this wasn't the way he wanted it to happen. It's the same as when you were sleeping, except this time he no longer has the anticipation of you eventually waking up. Or does he?

Resurrection is a forbidden art, but he is Il Dottore, the one who has no problem sinking his hands into what should not be done, and he is Zandik, the one who loves you. If this world wants you gone so badly, then so be it. He will simply reach for your hand and pull you back to him every time, because even if it is lifeless, he will make sure it's warm once again.

[madaqueue]

boyfriend dazai inspecting the pussy before he eats you out and is like “all this for me?” send tweet

h-HEY????,,, HEY !!!!! so . this is making me spiral (/pos)

two long fingers spread your folds, glistening under the low light. a hot cheek rests on your inner thigh, his eyes flickering between your lust-drunk features and your eager, waiting cunt. he licks his lips and you clench around nothing.

he could tease you for it, of course, for the way your hips rut into the air, desperate for any friction, for the strained little whines falling from your lips, for the way you’re practically leaking desire onto the bed beneath you.

but he won’t - because he’s just as fucked. blown pupils track up and down your pussy, saliva pooling in his throat; his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

“all for me,” he hums to himself - if you were any more cognizant, you’d give some bratty retort, but with the way he’s been edging you, with the way you can feel his breath with each exhale, all you can muster is a garbled whine.

“for me.” his mouth hangs open, drawn ever closer to where you need him most.

finally, he rewards you with a slow swipe of his tongue up your folds - through your desperate cry, you nearly miss the moan he releases into your skin. “mine.”

[monarchberrysblog]

Some of y'all are freaky frogs, I like that 🙂‍↕️

📄 — take a seat (wild west au)

now presenting…

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ kinktober | day one → face sitting

🔑 outlaw! miguel o’hara x fem! reader 🔑

🌵 summary: an outlaw crashes at your B&B and makes himself welcome in your tiny business.

🌵 content warning: edging, arousal from suspension, fingering, cunnilingus (fem! receiving), a surprise at the end 😗 as I mentioned before, this isn't like my usual smut. VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

🌵 word count: >1.0k words

🌵 author’s notes: this is my first fic where I bend the rules. I hope y’all enjoy it! I did a lot of research for the last segment… oh my, oh lord.

🌾 not proofread! 🌾

link to → kinktober m.list

Credit given to @bluesidez for giving me light inspo for this! (They are working on a somewhat similar AU, so please give them all the love and support!) 💛🩵

A warmness crept into your eyes, pleading for you to release the waterworks. But you kept it in, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The only things that were escaping from you were your soft moans and sighs.

The soft kisses to your lips became hungry, desperate—a man seeking hydration from being out in the desert for days without water. “Miguel—” You choke on your words and grasp his thick, wavy locks, only pushing him towards your core. He forcefully pulls away, a mischievous look on his face. The wetness coated his chin and lips while an intoxicated shade of crimson was evident in his eyes. “Use your words.” He demands. He places a heavy hand down on your abdominal area, keeping you down on the mattress. “Oh, fucking hell—” Your breath staggers like a train’s engine as you thrust your hips up to his mouth.

“That works, too.” He breathes out. His canine grazes at your clit before licking a slow strip up, keeping his eyes on you like a predator looking at his prey. But the shade of crimson in his eyes only darkened when an idea crossed his mind. He slowly pulls away, licking his lip and looking at the sight before him. “C’mon… take a seat.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head up from the soft pillows, the edge of the build-up of stimulation fading along with your excitement.

He removes his undershirt and sits beside you, getting comfortable against the bed. “Take a seat.” He repeats, soon pointing at his face. You exhale a sigh of disbelief while you find your words, which you have been struggling to do all night. “I’m not going to sit—”

“Take a damn seat. None of that hovering bullshit.” He snaps, his hand gesturing you to come closer. You did as he demanded, straddling his face but not wholly putting your weight down.

His hands guide you up to your hips and waist and yank you down to his mouth immediately.

Instead of the soft kisses he exchanged, his lips and tongue moved fervor, savoring you as if you were his favorite meal. “Give me a moment…!” Your hand reaches down to yank Miguel’s hair to pull him away. He only moved closer, not giving you a breathing chance to recuperate.

You collapse onto the flimsy headboard, resting your forehead against its top. The soft kitten licks soothed your fluttering core, his tongue lingering on your clit.

You sighed contently and settled down. But after a few soft sighs and breaths, a soft push against your entrance staggered your breathing. Miguel’s finger gently nudged into your fluttering core, slowly sliding in. “There we go…” The wet gushing sound echoed throughout the space, voiding the space of silence. A loud, obnoxious moan escaped from the back of your throat, a loud, high-pitched sound you could have never imagined that you could conjure up. You roll the curb of your forehead against the headboard and move against his fingers, running away from them.

“No, no…” He cooes to you, pushing in a second finger. “Don’t run away from me now.” Miguel’s voice is muffled as he dives into another kiss, still making his fingers into your greedy entrance. His fingers curl slightly, pushing down on your g-spot. The slow, warm build-up formed in your lower stomach, and it was only a sensation that you were familiar with. A sensation that told you to get off.

“Wait! Stop! I need to go!” Your eyes dart down to Miguel, but he ignores your pleas. “You’re doing fine, sweetie.” His words are muffled, continuing his feast in between your legs. “I think not, I’m about to—” It was too late. A warm stream leaked out with the bubbling sensation, soaking the pillows and Miguel. You exhaled a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the bubbling sensation in your lower stomach.

The movements within a few seconds flashed as you were now laying on your back on the bed and feeling a cold barrel against your puffy clit. “Huh…?” You attempt to peek down before his hand meets with your neck and pins you down onto the bed. “Stay still.” He commands, moving the barrel up and down the bundles of nerves. “Take it easy…” He whispers before the said cold barrel slips inside with ease. You pursed your lips and inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, I'm not gonna pull the trigger.”

Your inhale of air came to a seize. When did he grab the colt?

“Unless you want me to.”

“No…” You choke out. The engraved patterns on the barrel rubbed against your clit slowly, as if the bundles of nerves traced the design and wanted to memorize the texture. “Good girl.” the once cold colt mellowed out with your warmth, fogging the barrel. The thrusting of the weapon became futile, becoming more of an impossible task. “You’re close, aren't you?” He darkly chuckles as he continues with the same steady motion before you soak the colt, adding a coat of shine to the weapon. “No…” You feign confidence but fail the moment you kegal onto the barrel and finish, coating the silvery gun with a shimmer.

He pulls out and leans down, giving your entrance a deserving kiss before towering over you and rewarding you with a soft kiss. “You did so good.” He whispers, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. He collapses next to you and pulls you close, rubbing a gentle hand down your spine. “You did good.”

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[catcze]

Catte!! <33 Something for you to think about, you mentioned a wedding comm with Mao Hua & Kokomi and I was wondering if you had any lore regarding the proposal? ^^

Omg hello Hazellll :DD Super sorry this took a while to answer but omg I've been thinking of this ever since you got it and I've been blushing and giggling whenever I think of it 🫣😳 /pos

In truth the proposal was a lil funny ( but still super super cute !! ) because when Mao Hua was planning to propose, she knew that she wanted it to be a private thing, since she and Koko talked about it a little before, and they agreed that if (when) something like this happened, they both preferred a proposal that was just the two of them— a memory that only the two of them shared ♡♡

So for that day, Hua enlisted the help of Kokomi's attendants to keep her busy for the whole day while Hua got the surprise prepared ! She set up their bedroom at Sangonomiya Shrine full of flowers, and keeping the curtains and windows open to let a fresh breeze drift through the room ♡ She also made some of Kokomi's favorites for dinner — including her own fried rice, and the bird egg sushi that Koko adores— and set it all up in front of the window, so that they'd have a beautiful view for their dinner ♡ Honestly, whenever she looks back, Mao Hua gets a teeny bit embarrassed because in hindsight, the whole setup was so cliche and damn cheesy, but she doesn't regret it at all— not when she remembers the awed and touched look on Kokomi's face when she entered their bedroom and saw the flowers, the sunset, and Mao Hua waiting for her in the middle of it all, nervous smile on her face, hands clasped behind her back, and her tail swinging behind her.

Dinner had been an enjoyable affair, if not with an undercurrent of a feeling of something's gonna happen. Just as Hua had predicted, Kokomi had enjoyed the food and enjoyed the view, and when it was finally the time for Hua to ask Kokomi to do her the honor of becoming her wife, goodness, her hands were honestly shaking and it was the most nervous that the priestess had ever seen her! It was both terribly endearing and wholeheartedly adorable ♡ Mao Hua even got on one knee in front of her, giving her a smile (though it was wobbly and undoubtedly nervous) as she said, this is how the people nowadays do it, isn't it? as she pulled out a pretty golden ring— simple in nature, but no less beautiful, and with a number of glittering white crystals decorating it tastefully.

And, to Hua's surprise, Kokomi giggled at first, though the sound was almost a sob (in the best way) even as she laughs. And the adeptus is confused at first— until Kokomi goes to one of her drawers and, after rummaging around in it, produces her own gorgeous silver ring— one that's pretty and yet demure in it's beauty. One that Mao Hua falls in love with isntantly.

"I was planning to ask you next week," Kokomi laughs, crystalline tears of joy dotting her eyes as she walks back over to where Mao Hua still kneels on the floor, sharp green eyes widened and looking so soft as she gazes at the ring in Kokomi's hand. The priestess takes a knee as well in front of the adeptus, her smile a tiny, private thing. And when Kokomi takes her free hand in her own, Mao Hua thinks for a second that she just might cry. This priestess's smile, the love that shines in her eyes and the way that her hands hold hers so softly— it almost makes her think that she's dreaming, and she's only barely holding it together.

"I guess you beat me to it, didn't you?" Kokomi laughs softly, and in an instant, Mao Hua crumbles in her hands.

[madamadragon]

Thank you Cheng Yi for giving us a beautiful performance as Li Xiangyi/Li Lianhua, you deserve the world💚🪷

[pure-vessel-thoughts]

Hey, mod…

You good?

We understand if stuff’s busy or if you’re going through a rough time…

I say this on behalf of your entire follower count:

We hope you’re doing alright.

{🪷 HI SORRY FOR DYING

yes I've been going through some really tough times lately- some close friends of mine are unable to see me or speak with me due to their parents

that, along with some more personal matters like my health, have unfortunately kept me quite busy and off of Tumblr a lot; I've been spending a lot of time with my family, finishing up some summer courses, and trying to get a job

thank you all for your constant support, it really means a lot to me and I appreciate it so so much more than I can put into words

I have some time at the moment, so I'll be going through my ask box after this is posted- feel free to send more and I'll try to get to them!

I'm sorry again to everyone for falling off the face of the Earth; I am basically living the life of a Greek demigod at times}

[fanta2y]

Nightmares

YAWL i love a good nightmare, late night comfort fic. so here is one, but with the loml himself, Itadori Yuuji. >0<

hope you guys enjoyyy !!

cw: panic attack, nightmares, talk of sleep medicine, sukuna being a canon asshole :(

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1:37 A.M is the time the small alarm clock next to the bed in your dorm read. You were scrolling mindlessly through your phone, sleep evading you like it always seems to. Ever since you were young, sleep wasn’t something that came easy to you. It wasn’t anything sinister like nightmares or sleep paralysis. Sleep just didn’t seem to like you all that much. 

You had went to Shoko about it when you first arrived at Jujustu Tech, hoping maybe with all this new cursed technique mumbo jumbo that you still knew very little about. Something might be able to help you with your sleep issues. But unfortunately, she looked at you with a dull pity in her eyes as she handed you a familiar bottle of melatonin. 

“Sorry kid, but this is all I can do for you.” A small smile tugged on her lips as she shooed you from her office, another sorry called out to you before shutting the door. 

You sighed, rolling over to stare at the long forgotten bottle now collecting dust on your dresser. Melatonin had never worked for you, it use to when you were in middle school. But somewhere along the years the effectiveness it once had simply wore off. And now you were too scared of taking too many and not waking up to even try to dosage yourself properly to actually get some rest. 

A faint knock sounding at your door jolted you from your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowing as you stood from your bed. ‘Who else would be up this late?’ You questioned in your head, as you opened the door slightly. 

In front of you stood a clearly shaken Itadori, his pink hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat glistening off his skin. He was trembling where he stood, and his eyes were glued to his feet. 

“Itadori? Is everything okay?” You reached out slowly, attempting to rest the back of your hand onto his forehead. Maybe he was sick? Deliriously wandering around the dorms, but as your hand brushed his sweaty forehead he flinched back. 

His head jerked up to you, his eyes clearly unseeing as his chest began rising and falling rapidly. Panic shot through your system, your mind settling on one thing.

Nightmare.

“Hey. It’s okay, It’s just me.” You said, trying to even your voice to a calming tone and volume. You held your hands up infront of you, hoping to come off as unthreatening as possible. “Just try and follow my breathing, okay?” Over-exaggerating your breaths in hopes he would follow. He tried, his first breath coming in stuttery and he huffed out all to quickly. But it was a start. 

“You're doing great, Itadori. Keep matching me.” You smiled, gentle and kind. Patient. He felt himself calming down just at your kind nature.

But the guilt began slowly crawling back into his mind. He almost heard the familiar voice of the curse forever lurking just under his skin. 

It was almost enough to bring him right back into the thralls of panic that had even brought him to your door in the first place. But, just as he began to spiral again.

“I’m just going to hold your hand, is that okay?” 

Your soft voice rang out and your hands reached out to grasp his. Grounding him into the present, into the now. It made it easier to focus on his breathing as your thumb messaged small circles into the back of his hand. Your comforting warmth soothing over his achy bones. 

You had a sister who suffered from nightmares. You remember her always standing in your doorway, shaky and teary eyed as she dissolved into sobs in your lap. This routine was one you knew well, something that brought a comforting smile on your face as it reminded you almost sickeningly of home. 

As his breaths had almost evened out, he looked up at you sheepishly. A light pink dusted his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that…” He shook his head, chuckling dryly, “I initially just needed some company and remembered you mentioning your sleep problems so figured you’d be the only one awake.” His hand scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes avoiding yours.

You smiled, “Don’t be sorry, its okay. You wanna come inside?” He nodded, and you pulled on your still entangled hands and brought him inside your room. Thankful you had the freetime earlier to do some cleaning, or else this would’ve been a very embarrassing encounter. 

Motioning for him to join you on the bed, you felt around the darkness for your TV remote. Hoping to turn on some fun cartoons or something to take Itadori’s mind off of whatever was plaguing it. You didn’t know if you should ask, would that be pushing it? Would you just be reminding him of it? Before you could think much longer, his voice pulled you out of your thoughts once again. 

“Sukuna…uh he,” He cleared his throat, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “He sometimes gives me bad night terrors, I guess he has some sort of control over my dreams since we share a mind? Kind of?” His voice tapered off into a mumble, and he brought his forehead down to his knees. Hiding his face, you couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that monster of a man could think up for poor Itadori. 

“I’m sorry, that must really suck.” He nodded at that, his head still nestled into his legs. You hadn’t known the boy for long, just shy of a few months you think. But he had always been charming to you. Something about his easygoing nature, his boldness, even a bit of his impulsiveness was endearing. He had made the already jarring transition a lot easier for you, understanding better than Fushiguro or Kugisaki could. Having been forced into the world without any prior knowledge just like you. 

“Welllll…” You pulled out the syllables, hoping to finally repay him for all the kindness he showed you. “We could go make some popcorn and grab some sodas from the kitchen and watch a movie?” 

“Human Earthworm 4?” His speech muddled through the fabric of his jeans as you chuckled. 

“Sure, we can watch Human Earthworm 4.” You sighed, a little too fondly. He squeezed your hand and your cheeks brightened at the realization that you had never let go of him. He looked up at you, his smile almost blinding.

“Thank you,” His words sincere, more sincere than you think you’ve ever heard them. “Now let go get some popcorn!” He jumps up from the bed, pulling a squeal from your lips as he drags you from your dorm towards the kitchen. His smile was too infectious for it to not tug on your own lips and force your smile to show, giggling along with him as you both went forward. 

Sleep long forgotten about.

authors note: i actually really enjoyed writing this fic, i love the way it turned out. hopefully im writing all these 'in character' its one of my biggest things like, idk i just wanna do the characters justice and hopefully i am! anyways, thanks for reading !! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <33

[tetzoro]

What are things that your faves do that piss you off? 🌚

LMFAOOO starting the year off right with the hard hitting questions i see .. honestly i don’t get pissed off easily in general but something tells me my blorbos would find a way sigh.

kuroo - leaving his shoes in the worst places so i constantly trip over them. if it’s not the cats i’m tripping over, it’s those damn sneakers. i always yell out his name when i stumble and his response is that cackle of his.. he’s not getting a kiss until he fixes it >:( !

zoro - when he obnoxiously chews ice in my ear. in the beginning of dressrosa we see him eat a whole glass of ice and i get he has a strong jaw + hey, i’ll chew ice sometimes too. but the way he goes about it has my eye twitching. . ITS SO LOUD !!!!!!

ace - his annoying ass tickles me way too much and at the worst times. i’ll be crying from laughing before he finally shows mercy and then i’m red in the face and steam is coming out of my ears >_< luckily he is just as ticklish …

[sun-snatcher]

Your writing is actually incredible and those Elrond fics left me speechless. I already knew I had a fondness for him ever since I finished season 1 (I started late I fear, I only just wrapped up episode 8 a few days ago) but I had no idea just how badly I had been taken by him till now. There is just such a wonderful softness and warmth to him and you encapsulate that perfectly. I need him, your honor.

Anon you have reduced me to tears