#thank youuuuuuuu . mwah

[emawinslow]

1, 3, 12 MWUAH MWUAH 🥰

hiiiiiii tas

what are 3 things you'd say shaped you into who you are?

only 3 is crazy but I'm gonna say. gravity falls because it started my love of television, my mom and sister because. well. obviously, and frankly tumblr because it helped me be myself and come out of my shell more

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

bottoms, hustlers, and ocean's eleven easy. those may as well be the only three movies I watch anyway

12. what's some good advice you want to share?

my go to advice is "nothing is ever that serious" or "it's not that serious" I say that legitimately every day to various people and my mom says it's my catchphrase. but as another piece of advice this is a basic one but my friend and I are obsessed with saying it back and forth because we truly believe that "everything will work out in the end" like idk when I adopted that as a philosophy to live by not just something I saw in a screenshotted tumblr post on pinterest in 6th grade but it really truly helps me to just repeat it to myself

[ahomeboylives]

10 and 18 on spotify? 💞

HIIIIIIII HI HIHIHIHIIII <3

10: teddy bear by nct dream<3

18: glitch mode by nct dream!

/spotify 100+1

[bbqhooligan]

for once im thankful for the existence of yet another white haired anime girl only because she inspired so much good fanart for short fashionable goddess with long flowing hair so thank you miss frieren

[philosophiums]

hi sam! i have more jjk/writing questions 💫

whose pov do you find it easier to write in? i've only written in nanami's and megumi's povs and i find that the quieter characters come more easily to me. i think if i were to write in yuuji or gojo's pov for example it would be a lot harder....what about you?

do you write in silence or with something playing in the background?

do you have any writing pet peeves? like if you see it when you're reading something it just gets at your nerves? hgjshfhf

what do you do when you're stuck on a scene? oh also. do you write chronologically?

who do you think has the most interesting cursed technique? why?

is there any standout vocal performance in the anime for you? i personally think sukuna's va kills it every single time he's toooo good esp when he's playing around with his opponent, that coy teasing tone is just *chefs kiss*

hi mariam!!!! 💜 WAAAAAA SO MANY HELL YEAH

i also find it easier to write in the pov of a quieter/more introspective character. it makes scenes flow faster/better imo if the character is intuitive (or at least thinks they are) and can make some logical assumptions along the way. so megumi is for sure an easier pov for me to write in. however! i am finding that yuuji is coming easier to me lately because i have (re)Discovered that his intelligence and inner thoughts run along the lines of Reading People. so megumi is very in his head about himself and looking at the world around him, but yuuji is connecting dots and thinking about the people he's with. getting his outward personality down, however, is still a bit of a challenge to me KJSBVJKSDBV

both! if i'm Cruising and the words are flowing, i listen to music (usually just whatever has caught my attention lately, be that my entire !!! playlist, which changes sometimes daily, or just one song looped for hours on end). but if i'm really on the struggle bus and have to focus, i keep my earbuds in but don't listen to anything. i can't write in complete silence, but i like to have the world a little muffled when i'm concentrating

SKJCBVKJDSVB i have a couple writing pet peeves, but the main one for anime fics is when honorifics either aren't used at all or are replaced by the Western Equivalent. like it feels so so wrong to me when, say, yuuji just calls gojo JUST Gojo and not Gojo-sensei (or simply sensei), and i was reading a fic a while ago that had Mr. Gojo, and i full-body flinched followed by immediately closing the fic. i just can't do it. having no honorifics for Inner Thoughts is fine, but as soon as dialogue comes out there better be -sans and -senseis and -kuns thrown around or i will likely Leave

funnily enough i had this discussion with hina a couple days ago KJSDBVJKSBDV i've started to recognize that when i'm stuck on a scene it's because i Fucked Up something a couple paragraphs ago that drove me into a wall. so i usually stop writing and talk Out Loud to myself about what the necessary steps are in the scene to accomplish my goals (sometimes as simple as getting the characters from point A to point B) and then i go back and reread the scene from the beginning to look for where i fucked up. it's usually pretty easy to spot. and then i delete everything from that point forward (into the Kill Your Darlings doc they go) and start over

i do write chronologically! i enjoy thinking about and planning for future scenes, but i have to write chronologically. in the last long fic i wrote (and i'm anticipating it happening again for this one), i had an Epiphany for the climax about 60k in, and feverishly wrote literally an entire chapter in my notes app, and then promptly left it alone for the next 150k words. it helped to have that written out, though, because it was a constant reminder of This Is What I Want and therefore was always a question hanging over my head of How Do I Get Here?

most interesting cursed technique is a tie between megumi and yuuta! i'm obsessed with shadow powers; i will put them anywhere i can and love giving them to ocs (umbrius has some shadow abilities!). i'm also an animal person, so megumi really has just a 10/10 cool technique to me. i am also, however, obsessed with Copying as a power, because universes that have magic/power systems are often filled with this ego in characters revolving around being Super Unique, so to have a character who can just,,, copy them and be like actually this is Our power now :) is really cool and creates a fun narrative beat to boot

OUGH Suwabe Junichi kills it as Sukuna frfr he's such a talented voice actor i really don't think he ever misses. every character he has ever played has been an immediate obsession of mine. i really also have to shout out Enoki Junya like oh my god can he get emotions across. from cheerful and very obviously carefree to just screaming and sobbing and choking on his words it's just So Good he's so talented. no one else could have played yuuji as well as he does. (Uchida Yuuma also has my heart he's so so so so good)

[multiseb21]

you're very pretty in the face reveal you posted but i can't say that because it wouldn't be funny

anon you’re so real for that. We must be funny first, human second

tell me something on anon that you wouldn’t say off anon

[curseplay]

12. how sensitive sexually is your muse?

16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?

intimate headcanon questions. [ ACCEPTING. ]

12. how sensitive sexually is your muse?

very! but not enough that she falls out of commission easily. when she gets overstimulated, she's usually got enough will in her to power through it, more so for her partner's sake than for her own. surefire sensitive spots for her include her stomach, inner thighs, neck, wrists, and lower back.

16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?

she tends to really try and be on the quieter side in terms of volume (a side effect of constantly sharing space with her bandmates), but that doesn't mean she's not constantly running her mouth in some way, shape, or form. paris has a lot of vocal stims in general, and those become more frequent when she's flustered. also big into giving praise, whether it be wholly genuine or veers into mocking territory. the guarantee that she'll always talk you through it is there regardless. but yeah, she rarely ever shuts up.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

whats ur faaaave. ricky song is it still snow. who was your favorite ted lasso character. what are adam and belles favorite flowers. whats your favorite dialogue from succession. whats your favorite thing abt ME?!?!?!

YAY THANK U LOVE U

ricky song: yeah i think it is still snow. i also love line without a hook and california but snow May have taken the #1 spot !!!

ted lasso: hmmm. it’s been a while but i remember loving beard, that’s his name right? ted’s bff. also roy and trent

flowers: adam has a soft spot for cherry blossoms because they were his mother’s favorites. he likes flowers with little blossoms i think, like hydrangeas. he also likes daffodils though!!!!! and belle loves roses and daisies and sunflowers and poppies. oooh they both like peonies.

succession: man dude that is so hard. pretty much anything tom and greg say, to others or to each other. there are so many good lines from that show though i mean… that script is utterly bananas. supernatural and succession are on two opposite ends of a spectrum entitled “no human person actually talks like this”

JESS: oh my GOODNESS !!!!! my favorite thing about you is your ambition probably. you’re such a go-getter, you just make things happen babey! i love to watch you grow into the person you’re becoming. whether you’re just changing your hair style or changing the very city you live in, you amaze me <3 (also you’re funny you make me go heehee hoohoo)

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @mieiri @kisstoru

chu or chomp?

[widevibratobitch]

bread of sandwich, sludge color, our beautiful sky, the deep unlimited darkness etc, the sun, tedy bear :)

[homestylehughes]

But Daddy I love Him

instagram au.

♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister

♥︎ face claim: marsai martin

"They slammed the door on my whole world..the one thing I wanted"

yn.zegras

liked by lhughes_06, your.bsf and 79,098 others

yn.zegras slamming doors, hitting ignore!

your.bsf is that my bag...

↳ yn.zegras no..

your.bsf YN IS THAT MY BAGGGG????

↳ yn.zegras OKAY MAYBE

↳ your.bsf OHHHH WOWWWW THIEF

↳ yn.zegras i love youuuuuuuu :))))))))

your.bsf03 BOTEAAAAAAAAAA

↳ yn.zegras says you.

lhughes_06 never ignore me!

↳ yn.zegras never.

lhughes_06 oh wow.

lhughes_06 you're so pretty. I miss you. please, come back to me.

↳ _quinnhughes lukey the simp.

↳ seamsuscasey26 simp

↳ adamfantilli simp

↳ rutgermcgroarty simp

↳ nick_moldenhauer simp

↳ yn.zegras Luke don't listen to them, i love you my little simp.

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devilforhughes where are jack and trevor? hopefully everything is okay.

user125 not her throwing shade in the caption..

zegrasfanpage I think her, Trevor and jack aren't talking, I heard rumors that they are arguing because of her dating Luke.

user98 I don't doubt it, kinda shitty of her to date Luke considering that their brothers are best friends.

devilforhughes and you're shitty for commenting that, let them be happy.

liked by yn.zegras, and lhughes_06

your.bsf

liked by yn.zegras and lhughes_06 and 6,678 others

your.bsf slamming doors and slamming drinks all girls night.

yn.zegras OH THE CAPTION IS GOOOOODDDDDDD.

yn.zegras guess who got the drunkest last night... hint it WASNT me.

↳your.bsf MEEEEEEE..

lhughes_06 heard you got pretty smashed last night.

↳ your.bsf luke you don't know shit (I was really smashed last night).

trevrozegras 😍

↳ your.bsf ariana what are you doing here?

your.bsf03 hot mama

↳ your.bsf thank you babyyyy

user45 the fact that Trevor can comment on her best friends post but not his sister's posts is CRAZYYYY.

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an: hiiiii lovesssss. NEW CHAPTERRRR! I wrote this while working LOLLL. I hope you all enjoyyyyyy. i love this chapter, i love this series soooo much, i'm so happy you guys are enjoying it as much as i am!!! I'm going to start writing blurbs for this series for in between chapter just to add more to luke and yn's story!! i'm going to work on fics this weekend, i'm sorry that there's been a lack of fics recently my job is taking everyyyyythingggg out of me, no time for anything BOOOOOO. but this weekend things will get done. anyways.. I'm sorry for always yapping LOLL. I hope you guys enjoyedddd, like and reblog if you'd like! as always much love <3

also!!!! send some blurbs in for me to answer if you'd like!!! mwah

tags🎀: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @bruinsfan234 @bunbunbl0gs

[gothsuguru]

WAHHHHHHH LILY I’M GONNA SOB I LOVE YOU SM

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE SWEETEST THINGS ANYONE HAS EVER DONE!!!!! THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR SUKUNA & YOUR MOOTS… SNIFFLES <333 i hope you know we love and appreciate you so much i’m Literally smooching you as we speak :3

ALSO THE IO MENTION RAHHHHHHHHH OFC SHE WOULD BE THE FLOWERSHOP OWNER AND THAT SATORU WOULD BE HER HUBBY 🤭 AND THEN KENJAKU FOR ARI IS LEGITIMATELY ICONIC I KNOW THEY LOVE THEIR SILLY BRAIN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH IT WAS SO CUTE <333 AND THEN . GULPS

ME AND SUGURU??????????????? WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKING SCREAMEDDDDDDDDDD I LITERALLY BAGGED A BAD BITCH THANK YOU LORD LILY 🙏🏼🤭 AND ME AND HIM ARE GETTING MARRIED??? IKTR! BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS A SUCH A SWEET LOVE LETTER TO NOT ONLY ALL YOUR MOOTS BUT SUKIE AS WELL :’) sniffles…….. let me get into it in the tags :3

in your peach blush dreams

synopsis : in which sukuna unexpectedly stumbles upon something – or rather, someone – he almost never believed could exist. w.c: 2.7k.

pairing : soulmate!florist!sukuna x f!reader

warnings : FLUFF! non curse au. adorably grumpy sukuna who only pretends he doesn’t believe in love or soulmates.

a/n : based on this request. hope you enjoy nonie!! @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @gothsuguru @bungalowbear @hiraethwrote , i hope you love your cameos <3

divider / ao3

ryomen sukuna was a skeptic.

point. cut. blank.

anybody who knew him knew it well.

he didn’t believe in ghosts, poltergeists, or any of the things that cry and go bump in the night. there was always a logical explanation for everything and anything that happened outside the realm of normalcy. the world was ruled by physics and chemistry and numbers, and even though he was a florist, sukuna understood and wholeheartedly accepted the beauty of science.

however, there was one teeny, tiny thing that completely – and rather rudely – disregarded all of his beliefs.

and it was only a little dream.

one that he had been having since he was old enough to remember things.

sukuna couldn’t remember if there were before this particular one started, or even if any occurred after it. but he always remembered how he knew it was coming – the way his stomach would churn and lurch, like he was being catapulted from a cannon, free-falling through a black expanse of space and time and stars.

and then, sukuna would land face-first into a field of marshmallow-soft petals, bathed in the light of a pink sunrise.

at first, he didn’t know what sort of flowers had cushioned his fall. it took him quite a number years to even attempt sketching them, using a cheap set of coloring pencils he’d bought with his pocket money. and even, not a single person he showed his scratchings to had any clue at all.

it frustrated him to no end.

sukuna would always end up crumpling his drawings in his little fists and hurling them straight into the bin.

and try again.

and again.

it wasn’t until he was sixteen that he finally found the answer he had been looking for.

sukuna had just gotten a job working part-time at a flower shop after school. at first, the thought of being there was beyond humiliating. his twin brother had relentlessly teased him about it when he found out, which quickly resulted in a flurry of knuckles and fists.

he arrived to his first shift with a sour look and a black eye.

io, the shop owner at the time, gave him a humorous look with soft, chocolate eyes and taught him how to speak the language that only flowers knew. how to listen to the soft poetry held within the curl of their leaves and petals, telling you everything they needed to bloom.

in time, sukuna learned to enjoy it.

but he would never admit it to anyone.

one day, the shop received a rather large delivery of frighteningly familiar baby pink flowers. sukuna froze, his hands slippery and wet from the water droplets falling from the stems.

“what are those?��� he’d gritted out, disbelief coated on his cracked lips.

io took one glance at the flowers in his grip, and answered, “oh, they’re zinnia flowers.”

zinnia flowers.

he whispered under his breath, testing how the letters rolled over and under his tongue.

after all this time, the answer to the mystery flower was finally in his palm, and sukuna couldn’t decide whether or not he felt relieved or disturbed about it.

all he could muster in response was, “right.”

io stared at him, and a young sukuna felt himself shrink a little under her gaze, his cheeks blossoming a brilliant red shade like the david austin roses beside him. he pretended to ignore her, distracting himself by placing bunches of flowers into water buckets and slowly, meticulously, arranging every single stem beautifully in the display window.

sukuna hated every second of it.

he felt like every single pink petal on those flowers were mocking him, laughing at him for being so wound up over them.

it was so unbelievably pathetic.

he’d never felt more like a loser in his whole life.

because despite all his beliefs about the supernatural and a higher power, he couldn’t hate those flowers even if he tried to, not really.

because they were hers.

the other person already sitting there in his dreams in an endless field of zinnia blooms.

she wouldn’t notice him straight away, even though sukuna crash-landed in a heap just beside her leg. she was too busy staring up at the clouds painted in strokes and swirls of blushing pink, with the sun bleeding in tones of vibrant peach. all he could notice was how her lips were parted in wonder as she took everything in around her with a wondrous energy.

it was only when he pushed himself up to sit beside her that she finally noticed him.

and laughed.

and it was the most beautiful thing sukuna had ever heard in his life.

it was joyously infectious, and he couldn’t help his own laughter from bubbling up from deep within his chest like a volcano. they laughed together for what seemed like hours, the limits of time stretching on forever in the land of dreams, and sukuna felt the angry fire in his soul simmer just a little.

and he would become sad.

because he knew this was when the dream would always end.

he’d open his bloodstained eyes to the dreadfully familiar, dull white ceiling that belonged to his bedroom, and sukuna would know he was back at square one all over again.

feeling alone.

so unbearably alone.

because the dream would still linger in those precious few minutes after he woke up, a ghost hovering over a gray sea. sukuna could feel the other half of his soul slipping away to wherever she belonged to in this vast world, and he would selfishly claw for her, begging and screaming in his mind.

don’t go! don’t go! don’t go!

sukuna wasn’t stupid; he knew she couldn’t stay, but that didn’t stop a bitter taste from spreading over his tongue like a drop of lemon juice.

it twisted him inside, and he hated the universe for making him yearn so deeply for someone he had never even met.

and might never.

it didn’t take long for io to catch on. she was always acutely aware of people, and to be known by her was to always be seen and understood.

“they scare you, don’t they?” io murmured to him gently, too gently for sukuna’s liking. “the zinnias.”

he snorted dismissively, cutting perfect forty-five degree angles into the stems of snow peonies. “i am not afraid of a fucking flower, io.”

she arched a brow, unimpressed. “no?”

“no.”

“are you sure?”

sukuna huffed and rolled his eyes, adding tufts of baby’s breath to the bouquet he was assembling. io leaned over the birch countertop, her wrists adorned with various pink ribbons and a playful twinkle in her eyes.

“i know what it is,” she said in a sing-song voice, drumming her nails against the wood.

he ignored her again, a blooming pink starting to grace the tips of his ears, and busied himself wrapping a brown piece of paper around his finished piece.

“what?”

she didn’t answer, cryptically singing about knowing things and of a man she would know one day come to know, with hair as white as the peonies in sukuna’s bouquet and eyes brighter than bluebells. it was only five years to the day, when io married that very man she had been singing about, that he realized she had known all along what had been on his mind.

and now, at the tender age of twenty-one, ryomen sukuna wondered when it would be his turn to love.

and be loved in return.

❀᭢᜴꤬

when she was a child, she used to love drawing.

and the thing she loved to draw most was him.

the boy she saw in her dreams. they weren’t very good drawings – just two stick figures holding each other’s circles for hands, one with bright fuchsia hair because that was the closest color she had in her pencil kit. they would be standing in a field of flowers too, though the blooms were just colorful blobs scattered around their stick feet.

“not it!” she’d exclaim, pouting pitifully. “not what he looks like!”

her two best friends, kairo and ari, shuffled through their pencil cases, offering her shade after shade of pink pencils, but she shook her head at them each time. after a while, she would start to wail, despair clutching her little heart in its claws. her friends would put their arms around her, offering her all the trinkets and sweets they had in their pockets, just to see her smile again.

but they couldn’t understand how she really felt, how lonely she was sometimes, because they had already completed their souls.

ari had their kenjaku – their kenny.

and kairo had her suguru.

they had found their souls at such a young age and would never know just how much of the rest of the world felt for most, if not all, of their lives. they always had someone to watch over them. even now, the two twin boys were staring at them, gauging whether they would also burst into tears alongside her, ready to step in and make them smile again.

that was all she wanted, really.

for the pink-haired boy in her dreams to make her smile when she needed it.

as she grew that little bit older, her dream became more vivid. she could remember more details – how the sky was aflame in peach and coral, the sweet smell of the flowers beneath her, and how her boy would land next to her. she could even feel how much it was him that needed to smile.

so she laughed.

and laughed and laughed until he did too.

she wished she could stay there in that dream with him and make him laugh forever.

but she couldn’t do that.

in his sadness, there was strength too – something unyielding, strong enough to bring mountains to their knees. it told her to stay strong, to be like him, to keep her chin up and tell the world that she would live.

so she did.

she went on with her life, making sure to laugh often and well.

she grew up witnessing and being surrounded by love. high school and university presented their own challenges, filled with late-night cramming sessions and caffeine-induced hazes. she watched more and more of the friends find their souls, pairing off in effortless harmony while she lingered on in the stardust of their love.

but she still continued to live.

still kept an eye out for a particular head of pink hair wherever she went.

and now that she was done school, entering the big, bad world of work, her heart longed all the more for the boy from her dreams – who no longer looked like a boy at all.

he was a beautiful man now.

with dark tattoos etched into skin, mysterious lines and circles that perhaps told the story of his life. she wanted to know all about them, if they even meant anything to him at all, and if they were a angry shield to protect himself from people getting too close.

she hoped it wasn’t.

she didn’t want to be one of those left locked out.

“you’ll find him,” jess said encouragingly to her one day, as she was lost in a daydream of pink flower fields.

jess always knew when she was there.

she hummed softly, chewing on the plain cheese sandwhich she’d brought for her lunch break.

“so,” jess began, in an effort to distract her. “any nice plans for your time off?”

“uh, yeah actually. my best friend is getting married, so i’ll be helping her out this week to get everything ready.”

“oh, that sounds really nice!”

then, nanami kento walked into the staff room, his tired eyes brightening at the sight of jess sitting there, happily munching on the lunch he had no doubt prepared for her that morning. her friend sighed wistfully, a fond smile on her face as the blonde man took a seat beside her.

suddenly, there were two and a half souls in the room.

and she couldn’t help but smile, hoping that her time was coming.

it had to be.

❀᭢᜴꤬

“hea, do we have any lilies in the back? i need them.”

sukuna took another quick glance at the behemoth of a man in front of him, who shifted from one foot to the other, his green eyes darting all around the shop.

“urgently.”

“just a sec!”

the shop was silent for a moment, with only the sound of the fan blowing and the soft snip, snip, snip of sukuna trimming zinnia stems. he looked up again at customer, raising an eyebrow at how nervous the poor man looked while waiting.

“we have these white roses here,” sukuna suggested, pointing with his scissors at a small bunch. “in case we don’t have any white lilies.”

the man shook his head. “no, no. they have to be lilies. her name is lily.”

sukuna might have once laughed, but it was the way the man said her name with a hushed sort of reverence – and the tip of a velvet box peeping out from his trousers – that he understood who she really was to him.

so sukuna didn’t laugh.

“it’s really important,” he added, dark locks sticking to his forehead, as if that alone would convince the grumpy florist.

sukuna sighed, setting down his scissors and wiping his hands on his shirt. “i’ll see what i can do for you.”

so he went to the back himself, assembling a bouquet of white lilies, adding white pampas grass for flair and eucalyptus for softness. sukuna spent quite a bit of time on it – more than he probably should have – fluffing and adjusting every petal and leaf until it was absolutely perfect.

it was worth the effort.

the man’s palpable relief was infectious, making the corner of sukuna’s lips twitch upwards.

“keep your money,” he grunted, his nose slightly turned up. “just come back here to get what you need for the wedding.”

the bell at the front door tinkled in farewell as the man left, and sukuna picked up where he left off. there was a bridal party order for tomorrow, and of course, he was in charge of creating the bride’s bouquet.

sukuna always was.

“hea!” he called out. “if you need a hand with the bridesmaids’ bouquets let me know. i’m almost done here.”

the doorbell tinkled.

but he wasn’t looking up.

“i’m good!” hea answered back, her voice faint.

sukuna clicked his tongue disapprovingly, not liking the shade of ribbon he was holding against the peach-colored zinnia in the bouquet. he dipped down behind the counter, arms stretched above him and fingers drumming on the wood as he scanned through the mess of ribbons and other decorations tucked away in small cubicles.

hmph! nothing.

sukuna pushed himself back up.

and there she was.

staring at all the shades of pretty pink zinnias that sukuna had painstakingly displayed the day before.

his heart actually stuttered.

and before he knew it, he had somehow slipped and landed face down on the ground.

“fuck!”

“oh!”

sukuna pushed himself back up, stumbling like a newborn foal, his eyes completely and utterly fixed on her while a poor zinnia lay crushed beneath his foot.

but that didn’t matter in the slightest.

because holy good god, she was looking at him too.

with her pretty lips parted in shock, and her pretty eyes wide and glossy, and her pretty hair looking exactly like it did in his – no, their – dream.

she’s here. she’s here. she’s here.

“i’m here for the bridal flowers for kairo!” she blurted out suddenly.

sukuna inhaled sharply.

what a pretty voice.

“t-that’s– ahem – not due until tomorrow,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

her eyes widened a fraction more, if that was even possible. then, her features completely relaxed as she tipped her head back and laughed.

and laughed.

sukuna felt like he was back in his dream again.

only it was real this time – more real than anything.

he chuckled lowly, his laughter rising like helium, melding with hers in a gloriously wonderful crescendo.

and all sukuna could think of was.

finally.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

❀᭢᜴꤬

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[octoberautumnbox]

https://ggidolsmuts.tumblr.com/post/683984777879093248/of-seaweed-and-pancakes-loona-heejin-hyunjin

Pretty sure this is the loona fic you were talking about in that ask

OF SEAWEED AND PANCAKES OF COURSE THANK YOUUUUUUUU and also thank you ddeun @ggidolsmuts mwah

[kitnita]

thank youuuuuuuu esa you are a king among men. mwah.

[mayxthexforce]

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

🌼 ― creative headcanons

🎙️ ― great to talk to

📚 ― nice threads to read

🎀 ― all-around kind person

🥇 ― well-developed oc

😍 ― admiring from afar

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

🧡 ― sender's choice ( sender can add whatever category they want ) - MICA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU ❤️ you're the best mwah thanks for being such an awesome and cool friend ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ having you in my life has been PHENOMENAL!!! Thanks tons for the awesome joyride

💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. 

*-cracks knuckles-* alright, let's do this!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

Shout-out goes to @prodijedi. I love Callie's Dooku, he has so much depth and layers and cares so much about the people he loves deep down but is too deep in the mess he made and doesn't know how to show it, but Callie doesn't erase the fact that he has done terrible things.

💻 ― excellent writing

Shouting at @tacticalvalor for this one. So far, I've only interacted with Paz but I love him, and I love how well he's written. Jay has a way of making Paz so expressive despite the fact he's covered head to toe in armor and -understandably- unwilling to take it off. His inner thoughts are always a delight to read and the things he says always manage to crack me up.

🌼 ― creative headcanons

I think there isn't a single person in this fandom that's not creative when it comes to headcanons because we're all pretty big brained with them. But if I have to name just one, I'm gonna go with @thrawnur I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS PJ! And I love the HCs and worldbuilding we've worked on together for Chiss. Our blueberries deserve more lore!!

🎙️ ― great to talk to

Shout-out to @corruptedforce/@crowsandmurder because Tanya is that one person you can always count on to be up to talk about literally anything. Everything I know about baseball, I learned from her. I also always love yelling with her about the stupid Star Wars questions people ask on Quora (still not over the person who had the audacity to ask why Obi-Wan didn't just kill Anakin, I'm outside their house with a baseball bat).

📚 ― nice threads to read

To this day, I still go into @d4gangera's blog just to read the stuff KT writes, and not just the threads I'm in, but everything she writes. I love how she writes Dagan, his inner monologues, his trauma after spending decades in bacta, his issues with the Jedi Order and the Empire and this new era he got yeeted into. I love it all.

🎀 ― all-around kind person

@vendettavalor IS THE KINDEST BEAN EVER!! I'm still absorbing all the analogical horror stuff that you recommended me and you bet I'm going to be yelling in your DMs once I'm caught up.

🥇 ― well-developed oc

Shout-out to @gwiazdowe for Cirz. HE'S BABEY!! I love him and how kind he is and how he sees good in people that nobody else would see good in. But he's not dumb. He's a smart boy and he deserved the world, I'm protecting him at all costs.

😍 ― admiring from afar

Not really from that far because we've actually talked but I have yet to start a thread with @alootus and that is a crime I should be in jail for. But I'm admiring because the blog theme is just so PRETTY, I love the color palette and the graphics.

📌 ― a staple on the dash

I love seeing @kylo-wrecked's posts on the dash. From the aesthetic stuff to replies to answers to ask memes, it's always god tier content!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@ofthestcrs AMAZING MUN, AMAZING CHARACTERS, AMAZING BLOG! Gee is one of the first people I interacted with in this fandom and honestly, I'm holding on like an orphaned monkey. 10/10 will not be letting go anytime soon.

💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever you want )

[irithyllians]

WONDERFUL NEWS, EVERYONE

HE IS HERE, HE IS GLORIOUS

so has anyone painted moash like this gripping a dagger yet or,

[plumadot]

this is 99% a love art beam message, i adore seeing your art on my dash, thank you for reblogging it so often!!!! i also love your sona they are so squishy mwah <33

bonus question: if you were able to give mimikyu a second costume (/design a new one, either as its trainer or a pkmn designer), which pokemon (any pokemon ever in the franchise minus pikachu) would you choose and why?

ahhhhh thank youuuuuuuu ;-; <3 <3 <3

oh! hmmmm... trying not to be biased with my favourite pokémon and choosing something that could actually be a thing... wouldn't raichu be really fun??? gfkdjgkf it's almost like mimikyu evolved except it's just another variant!!! i also think marill would be cute (it's pikablu after all) :D