#thank youuuuuuuu bestie

[widevibratobitch]

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

[faunandfloraas]

Tagalog mentioned favorite blogger PHILIPPINES NÚMERO 1 CAMPEÃO PENTA ☝🏼🥳🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

😇💗

[acrosstobear]

for some london recs (besides the usual tourist stops that may interest you): Borough Market, st katherine’s docks (great places for lunch there and you’re by tower bridge and the tower of london if those are on your list), kensington gardens are a nice place to walk, i also liked bloomsbury square to have a coffee and sit outside, if you are someone who doesn’t mind having a drink i’d recommend the alchemist it can be a bit pricey with the drinks but theyre unique and can be a fun experience.

omg bestie thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is so fantastic i can’t tell you how much i appreciate it ❤️❤️❤️ love myself a good pricey drink just for the vibes and how cool they are so that sounds like a place for meeeee 😁

[astonmartinii]

was wondering if you could do a smau or just a normal fic where oscar or lando are with an f1 academy driver!reader where maybe outside of racing reader is slightly alternative/rockstar gf vibes

hope you have a good day!

i am the rockstar, girlfriend | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x f1academy!reader

yourusername

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yourusername: you get the best of both worlds

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user1: enough is enough i need to be her

user2: someone get that kitty cat some ear protectors

yourusername: i found cumberland sausage in a bush by an airfield baby has ear drums of literal steel

user3: i wish i was a kitten who gets to go racing and live the rockstar life

racerbia: tell cumberland i love her

yourusername: so what about me ???

racerbia: i guess i love you too

yourusername: that's what i thought

user4: miss ma'am lowkey MADE it tell me why she has olivia rodrigo in her likes

user5: the girlies been using y/n as a pinterest board

oscarpiastri: who's the cutie

yourusername: oh oscar i'm blushing ... 😊

oscarpiastri: i meant cumberland sausage

yourusername: blocked.

oscarpiastri: i'm in your walls.

user6: i'm sorry but what the fuck is going on in here

user7: i'm just going to sit back and observe

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vogue: this month's cover of british vogue is up and coming f1 academy driver y/n y/ln who doesn't let her day job as a driver stop her from embracing her chosen aesthetic in every other aspect of her life. inside y/n touches upon her struggles as a woman in the industry, inspiring others and her scene-stealing cat, cumberland sausage.

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user8: mama on the cover of vogue ???

user9: okay i don't have a clue what the f1 academy is but i may have to tune in now

yourusername: thank yew for having me 🥰

user10: i guess we can't gatekeep her anymore

user11: gatekeep? girl she had like 700k followers before this

racerbia: oh so my bestie FAMOUS famous

yourusername: don't worry i'll never forget you

racerbia: i should hope not you still don't have your road license and who gives you lifts?

yourusername: i love youuuuuuuu

user12: so not to make it about a man, but oscar always be in the comments/interacting with posts from/about y/n

user13: rocks for brains

user14: tbf they'd be cute

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oscarpiastri: can't keep me away from the racing, i spent my spare weekend in barcelona with the f1 academy. oh i guess i bumped into y/n (most importantly, cumberland sausage)

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user15: so ... did anyone else know they were friends?

user16: i went dumpster-diving to find out and they're very lowkey but they've known each other a long time but because of racing in different series they've mostly had an online friendship

user15: interesting

yourusername: always nice to see you osc, and cumberland says thank you for her dreamies

oscarpiastri: she's always the highlight of our visits

yourusername: stop playing hard to get

oscarpiastri: you know i'm always easy for you

user16: @yourusername you know we can all see this, right?

yourusername: i know that's half the fun

user17: god this comment section fried my brain

landonorris: so THIS is where you were this weekend

oscarpiastri: yes, i told you this

landonorris: nooooo, you skipped my bbq because you were visiting "someone special"

oscarpiastri: yes, cumberland sausage

landonorris: i'm on to you, piastri 🤨

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f1academy: OH WOW !! y/n y/ln sets a record this weekend in monza by leading all practices, grabbing pole for all three races, leading all laps and winning all three races - the first ever f1 academy grand chelem

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user18: okay but like what more does she need to do to get to f2?

user19: i was there and lord this is DOMINATION

racerbia: that's MY teammate

yourusername: i love youuuuuu

user20: now this is a slay

oscarpiastri: wowowowowowowo

yourusername: do i make you speechless?

oscarpiastri: you know it

user21: these bitches are just teasing us now.

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yourusername: happy birthday cumberland sausage, my pretty girl, mummy and daddy love you xxx

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user22: MUMMY AND DADDY?

user23: so we're all idiots?

racerbia: i thought you guys agreed on a soft launch?

yourusername: too much effort, cumberland's birthday is now

racerbia: your mind confuses me so much

user24: i'm new here someone PLEASE tell me how this cat ended up with the name cumberland sausage

yourusername: when i rescued her the only food i had in my flat was a pack of sausages and it just stuck

oscarpiastri: does this make you a milf?

yourusername: and you a dilf?

landonorris: who are you and what have you done with my teammate?

oscarpiastri: are you just annoyed you found out the same time as everyone else?

landonorris: .... no

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oscarpiastri: best weekend, with the best of company

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user25: mama y papa

user26: obsessed with y/n's need to bring her cat with her everywhere, she's just like me

yourusername: so proud of you osc

oscarpiastri: maybe it's because i had a good luck charm in my garage

yourusername: that's cute, but for real you're just TALENTED AS FUCK AND DESERVE EVERYTHING

user27: loving y/n's brand of aggressive positive reinforcement

mclaren: turns out we ARE a cat friendly garage

yourusername: that you are, and your catering is very good 10/10 experience would do again

oscarpiastri: extra points for letting cumberland sleep on a tyre blanket

yourusername

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yourusername: living the dream

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user28: that should be me 😭

user29: god i have seen what you have done for others

oscarpiastri: i dream of you often

landonorris: i beg you stop being horny on main

oscarpiastri: you made it weird mate i'm just professing my love for my girlfriend

yourusername: awwww love you too baby

user30: the way oscar is lowkey bringing in y/n's aesthetic

yourusername: i love this thought but really he'd just came for a last min visit and that is my shirt 😭

oscarpiastri: don't expose me like that

user31: now that's MY f1 IT couple

[otrtbs]

interesting that you say your writing is not for the Sirius black enthusiasts of the world bc I feel like you write him really well!!! and every bit as interesting/complex as reg/remus/james. Do ppl really get on your case just bc Prongsfoot aren’t insta-besties?

hi love youuuuuuuu love you! thank you for being super sweet <33

idk i do feel like my heart isn't always *in* it w sirius so he is more in the back of my fics,, so most of the time the comments are normally "where's sirius?" or "i can't get over the fact that sirius and james aren't besties" or "this is ...different..." "why would you make sirius and james strangers?"

which is fine !! i get that!! there are many a sirius black enthusiast in our midsts,, i just fear that my fics will not be delivering that Brand of sirius black that some ppl want,,, which is the joy of fandom we're all doing our own funky thing!! i like seeing what it looks like when james knows regulus first 😋

[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

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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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[mangoposts]

... am i the only one wondering if thr real reason Elmer was sad about the song being removed is because he possibly won't be cut a check anymore for them using it LMFAO yall act like they've been besties they barely interact let's be so fr

I THOUGHT THE SAME SHIT THANK YOUUUUUU THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU I DIDNT WANNA SAY IT THANK YOUUUUUUUU

[siilvan]

"promise me this: you will treat her even more preciously than the goals you pursue."

NAVI PLEASE HOW DARE YOU DROP SUCH AN ICONIC LINE. IT'S POETIC IT'S BEAUTIFUL. i love absolutely everything you write. screaming crying kicking my feet😭🫶🏻

I imagined Petra sitting on that couch wearing nothing but one of his white shirts, don't ask me how she got it🥹💗🤍

TEEHEE THANK YOUUUUUUUU BESTIE 🫶🩷

aaaaaa that image, i absolutely adore it… and, let’s be honest, we all know how petra got one of his shirts – vladimir indulges her at every turn, all she has to do is bat her eyes at him and tell him what she wants (really spoiling the future here). the shirt convo probably went something like this:

“why are you wearing it?”

“because it’s comfortable.”

“naturally, give it back.”

“and it smells like you…”

“…keep it. forever.”

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Oh my god, I dont even know how to put into words what I'm feeling right now. The arc of the story over every volume, the amazing group dynamic between all of the characters,but especially poe and the princess. I loved the little changes and tweaks you made to the overall story, and I think it lends itself well to emphasizing the difference having an active jedi made.

The cute little video montage bb played at the end. I want to cry. Finn and Poe arguments about each of them insisting they knew something! Leia! Alive! And well! The rings! The new jedi! Ahhhhh!!

Also, I can just imagine Kes' reaction when poe brings home a fifty-year-old winged jedi princess that he's engaged to. And one Kes knows, no less. Poor man is gonna keel over from the shock.

Thank you for this masterpiece 💛💛 it was brilliant. Such a good read.

AAAAAAAAAH thank youuuuuuuu!!!!! I’m so glad you liked it!! I had so much fun trying to wrap my head around the changes and how they should come about. Finn as a Jedi makes so much sense to me and it makes me sad every day that we haven’t seen it yet, but maybe someday. Him with Luke’s green saber feels so right 😭😭

And omg yeah I can’t even imagine Kes’ reaction to all of it 💀 bonus epilogue perhaps?

Thank you so much for your support, bestie 💛💛 I’m very, very glad you enjoyed it.

[mysteriawrites]

Hi bestie~ matchup request lets gooooooooooo

Im a very happy person most of the time. One of those immature but still mature people. I would quite literally do almost anything for those I love and I'm always planning for when I can next hang out with my friends. However, I still do like my alone time and have a flucuating social battery (somedays ill do a lot and want to do more, other days i do one thing and i dont want to do anything else lol)

I like trying new drinks or foods, playing video games, doing sports, singing, drawing, reading and generally learning about stories, no matter what form they come in!

I dislike the ocean, jerks, flakey people (despite having several as my friends 😔), being forced to socalize, and spiders.

Also idk if it matters too much but im also pan and genderfluid! Thank youuuuuuuu <3

Hihi Lexi chan! Thx for the request let’s see who your match is…DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE!!!

TW: mentions human trafficking in the beginning

I got Doppio in a matchup trade I did a few weeks ago so you and i are gonna have to share. Don’t worry he has two very big hands/j

You and Doppi mesh really well. You’re both active, full of energy, and down for anything. However you both know how to take things slow and appreciate the little things in life.

You and Doppio met when you were enrolled into XSOLIEL. The student council had been assigned a new mission: rescue and recruit a new student.

You were born with the power to shape shift. Similar to Kotoka Torahime, but instead of turning into people you turned into animals. You’re not quite sure how or why and you never questioned. You loved your ability it made you who you are, however sometimes you wished you were normal so you didn’t have to live in this hell hole…

You were an orphan. You never knew your “parents” were afraid of your ability. They thought you were some kind of monster or demon and sold you to the highest bidder. A rich businessman who made you shape shift and perform and treated you like an animal. You hated every single day of your life there, but you did make friends with the members of the troupe.

One day one the youngest members learned that you were to be sold to a rich man in the audience after the next night’s show. You didn’t want to leave your family and were worried on what would happen to the other performers.

That night you couldn’t sleep at all trying to think of a way out of your fate when you heard a commotion outside your quarters. You rushed out of your hammock to see what was going on.

You were faced with the sight of what looked to be two men in school uniforms single handedly beating up your master’s goons. You ran back before they could notice you and told everyone to hide. You didn’t know who they were or what they wanted but you weren’t willing to take the risk.

All of a sudden everything got quiet. You were practically holding your breath from where you were hiding in case they heard you. Suddenly you heard the crash of someone kicking down the door, and in walked a tall man with black, white and magenta hair.

He found where you were hiding and flashed a fanged smile. He introduced himself as Doppio Dropscythe the disciplinarian at XSOLIEL Institute of Infinity and that he was here to rescue you. He held his hand out to you, and despite not understanding what was going on or who this man was…you took his hand. (Aka author chan doesn’t wanna keep dwelling on this scene so we’re moving on)

6 months later and you’re loving your new life and new friends at XSOLIEL. Ever since they rescued you Doppio had done everything in his power to make you happy and love life again and you two were as thick as thieves. You were so close in fact that you had started to fall for him.

You had been confiding in your other best friend Kotoka (you two bonded really quickly over your similar powers) about your crush. She shipped you guys hard, and knew for a facf that Doppi wanted to ask you too but, too nervous.

However after a bit of hyping up from his friends he finally did. He showed up to your dorm in his 6’2 (187 cm) glory (he bumped his head on the way in), got on one knee with a bouquet of (insert favorite flower here), and asked you out in a very heart felt Doppio style monologue. And you said yes.

Since then you two have been the power couple of XSOLIEL. Him on student council and you on the basketball court. You two also team up for missions as well and dominate your enemies.

Dates usually consist of video games, playing sports outside, and cooking. You two love to hang out with your friends but Doppi can pick up when you’ve had enough and make up an excuse for you guys to leave. He also takes care of spiders for you although begrudgingly. (You’re on your own for cockroaches though)

Have fun with this big innocent goofball.

This one was fun and pretty easy to write. Hope you like it

Runners Up: Vox Akuma, Luca Kaneshiro

[crazy-lazy-elder-sims]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE <3

Karii!!!!!! Thank youuuuuuuu bestie omg ❤️❤️

[dinerva]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BESTIE MY BEAST FRIEND MY COUSIN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUHU

I LOVE YOUUUUUUU THANK YOUUUUUUUU

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[thatmooncake]

have a buncha flowers for reblogging my polls thank youuuuuuuu bestie☺️✨

Nono thank YOU for making them! 🌸🌺🌼🌻🌹🌷💐

[superhero--imagines]

AHHHH BESTIE!!! YOUR PJO SERIES??? IMMACULATE 😮‍💨👌 YOU DESERVE TO HAVE BOTHS SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW COLD 100%! ❤️ The family dynamic 😭😭😭❤️

Thank youuuuuuuu

To be fair a lot of the lore was inspired by lore olympus and hades haha, but yeah I think I’ve put my own twist on it which is cool.

I had to screenshot this one as a reminder to start putting these comments in my journal haha

[ficsforeren]

kana!! how are you? i wanna talked about the last chapter of "out little secret"! i love it so muchhhhhhh, everything was so on point!

i love armin JAJAJA and how she reveal herself was so nicely written i think its my fav part!!

thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us, its definitely one of the best things from you

i love youuuuuuuu

CAMIIIIIIIIII HIIIIIII BESTIE!!! I'm doing great hehe I hope you're doing well too ❤️❤️❤️

OMGGGGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING IT!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it 😭😭😭 I wasn't sure about the reveal scene so I'm so glad you think that it's good 😭😭😭

Armin is my spirit animal in that fic I always loved writing his part he's insane LMAO

don't thank me omg thank YOU for spending your time and reading my fic, it really means a lot to me 😭

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CAMIIIIIIII

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happy birthday bestie!!

Thank youuuuuuuu!! Another year young!!