#they’re perfect hhhhh

[reshramlove1ob]

Ideas for a chapter.

[batsvnte]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: Wally experiences a strange emotion as someone talks to his dear (Name)

Warning(s): possessive behavior (?), scopophobia, (slight) cursing, ooc maybe

Word Count: ???

Notes: gender neutral black human!reader (they/them pronouns) with human Wally Darling hHhhH- based on an audio I heard of Wally being jealous so I wanted to write something similar to that. Characters belong to @/partycoffin

It was a warm sunny day in the neighborhood just as how it is every other day. It was perfect weather to be outside to spend the day away doing fun activities. Or to be staying inside for practicing hobbies, relaxing or doing whatever comes to mind. To a certain blue haired individual, he wanted to take the chance to take his dear (Name) out for a picnic.

(Name) and Wally decided to go out into the open field near their house. They found a perfect spot underneath shade of one of the trees to set up everything. (Name) goes over their mental checklist to make sure they brought all the things for the both of them. Satisfied with themselves as they continue their path to the picnic spot.

Both of them had separated some tasks with themselves so they can have everything checked off. (Name) made themselves in charge with bringing the food for them while Wally made sure to bring supplies such as plates, cups, etc.

Soon (Name) reaches the spot where Wally was standing underneath the shade. He was setting everything up for the both of them, his back turned as he stands up in thought. (Name) jogs up to him whilst carefully holding the basket of food in their hands.

“Heya, Darlin’.” (Name) greets, which gained his attention almost instantly.

Wally turns to (Name) with a friendly smile on his face. He had quickly grown use to them using his last name whenever they greet him. “Hello, (Name). My, you look lovely today.”

(Name) smiles bashfully at the compliment. “Thanks, you look amazing Wally.”

Wally’s smile seem to grow bigger at their words. He’s always enjoyed exchanging compliments with (Name). Wally found ways to compliment his friends whenever he gets the chance, though the ones from (Name) were ones he looked the most forward to. No matter how simple or extravagant they were.

They kneel down to set up the food since Wally had already set out the plates for the both of them. While (Name) was preparing the food, Wally stays standing from a short distance. His eyebrows furrowed in a focus state while he looks down at the picnic setup he had done himself. Something was missing.

“Hm.. I must’ve forgotten something.” Wally muses to himself, unaware that this grabs (Name)’s attention. He stays silent for a couple of seconds before speaking again. “Silly me. I think I know what’s missing.”

(Name) turns over to look at him with curiosity in their eyes. From what they’re seeing, he’s gotten everything that’s needed for the picnic. Perhaps he’s forgotten something personal of his that he wanted to bring to the picnic.

Wally takes a few steps away from the spot, looking back to (Name). “I’ll be right back, (Name). I just need to go back to grab something.”

“Ok. Don’t take to long.” (Name) watches as Wally departs from their spot, seeing his figure on the path to what could be assumed to his house.

(Name) turns their attention back to the food. Everything was all set up for the two of them. They smile proudly to themselves as they adjusted the small makeshift table that was brought, having only two plates of food on it. Now all they had to do was wait for Wally to get back.

“Excuse me? Are you Mx. (L/N)?”

(Name) jolts out of their thoughts as they look to an unfamiliar person. The person wasn’t someone from the neighborhood at all. Though it was a uncommon occurrence that there would be an visitor from another place. This was the first of the visitors that (Name) had encountered.

They nod slightly few seconds afterwards. “That’s me, is there something you need?”

“Ah, no not really,” The visitor play with their fingers as they attempted to make some sort of eye contact with (Name). “I wanted to come over to say that I really like your outfit! The design for the shirt is really cool.”

They could only smile at the compliment. “Thank you!”

They wore a short sleeve shirt that consists of their favorite color in different shades that meshed well together along with some regular bell bottoms. (Name) wouldn’t be considered underdressed for the picnic, but at the same time not exactly overdressed for the weather. They were in the middle point.

“Anytime!” The person’s gaze goes over to the blanket covered with goods for a few seconds. “I love how this is set up. Are you here with someone else?”

“I’m here with a friend. He just went to get something.” (Name) responds to the question while having a little boost of confidence at the first few words.

Whilst they were busy with their conversation, one had failed to notice Wally’s arrival. He was holding one of his many sketchbooks in hand as he saw the perfect opportunity to draw during their picnic. The moment he was about to call out to (Name), he pauses in his tracks as he sees someone unfamiliar talking to (Name). Strangely the smile that was always on his face was nowhere to be found. He was always welcoming to new people visiting or staying in the neighborhood no matter who they could be. Seeing someone talk to (Name) wasn’t something that he likes to witness. Especially if he wasn’t there with them.

The person however took notice of Wally as he silently approached them. They pause whatever they were saying as their eyes were kept on him. The person wanted to say something to acknowledge Wally but their voice was caught up in their throat as they made direct eye contact with him. His eyes had no light; solely just pitch black darkness in them. There wasn’t any emotion present in his eyes. Not that they couldn’t tell in anyway possible. They slowly started to feel uncomfortable the longer he stared at them.

“Oh (Name). I’m back.” His voice broke through their thoughts, seeing how (Name) finally acknowledged Wally’s presence.

(Name) turns their head to look to Wally, feeling a bit more content now that someone else familiar to them is here. Not that they minded the unknown visitors presence. It was just nice to have someone else around. Wouldn’t really say the same on Wally’s case.

“Welcome back to the picnic, Wally.” (Name) muses quietly as Wally turns his gaze back over to the visitor who stood incredibly silent for the past few seconds.

The look in his eyes never changes which slightly freaks the unknown visitor out. “Welcome to the neighborhood. Who might you be?”

It took a few seconds for the unknown visitor to really process that Wally was talking to them. “Oh.. Oh me? I’m just someone wh-who’s visiting a friend from round here.” They quickly sputter out and trying not to trip over their own words.

“That’s amazing. Who are you coming to see?”

Wally’s voice was kept at a soft tone that can be added into his charm. But (Name) couldn’t help but pick at the hint of anger that was faintly there behind his words. They look between the person and Wally questioningly whilst wondering what’s going on with their dear ol’ friend.

“Sally Starlet.. Speaking of her I should go see how she’s doing. It was nice meeting you two!” Before either of them gotten another word out, the unknown visitor had walked off. Without any final glances to Wally or (Name).

‘What the hell was that?’

They let out a soft sigh before seeing Wally take the open spot reserved for him beside them. (Name) readjusted themselves to facing more towards Wally. As expected he was looking at them with a calm look on his face.

Their observation from the conversation that took place moments before clouded their mind entirely. (Name) maintains eye contact with Wally once again, finding no other emotion other than his usual calm expression with that charming smile he had on his face.

“Is something on your mind, (Name)?” Wally’s gaze never moved or shifted even the slightest bit away from (Name).

Deciding against their own conscious they asked, “What was that just a while ago?”

“What do you mean?”

“You sounded a bit mad when you were talking to that newcomer,” (Name) states as they shifted around slightly to become more comfortable, but never broke eye contact with Wally. “You don’t show much emotion Darlin’ but I can tell that you were.. jealous.”

Wally stays silent. His face didn’t change even the slightest bit. It almost made (Name) second guess their answer to his question. It felt like an entirety before Wally’s monotonous laugh rang through their ears.

“I wouldn’t want to admit it myself, my dear. You see, the picnic was suppose to be the two of us. Alone.” Wally’s laughter faded by the time he finished talking. “It would’ve taken so long for us to enjoy this special day if I hadn’t dealt with them.”

(Name) looks to him with a conflicted look. This was something new even for them to see. Though they were quick to notice how the mood had darken slightly.

“They seem nice though,” there goes their first attempt. “Maybe if you weren’t jealous as fuck then—“

Wally feeds them one of the slices of apples that they made. (Name) looks to him with confusion as he smiles at them. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, darling.”

(Name) glares towards Wally playfully as they finish eating the apple slice. The irony of him using his last name as an nickname for them made them smile just a tiny bit. At least with that it lightened up the mood for the both of them. (Name) continues on with the conversation while switching the topic to something else to get their mind off of the visitor situation.

Sharing is caring Wallace “Wallander” Darling.

I don’t like this one it took me a while to keep up with consecutive writing since I’m not use to writing prompts that has to deal with characters being jealous n whatnot. Hoped you enjoy tho–

[honeysocksp]

Doodling - Lawlu HS

Hhhhh I don’t even know how to start this post really—

This is basically a love letter to @naturecalls111 and their Lawlu high school AU. Such an incredible AU and so well written take a visit if you just enjoy art in general frr!

For this art you’ve got Luffy drawing on Law’s hand. I do this all of the time personally. I did it today just for the purpose of doodling on my hand and I feel like Luffy would too even if he’s not very good at drawing.

Uhhh Nature (i think it’s okay to call you that?) if you see this I really like your art a lot. :) it’s so well made and the anatomy is just perfect imo! The backgrounds that you draw are breathtaking. You’re so creative 😭💖💖 I dunno what else to say really I have too many good things to say about your art in one post hdhhhh.

ANYWAYS I know that this isn’t my best art piece ever but I tried I swear— this also counts as my @lawluevents 10 days of Lawlu entry for today since I don’t have time to make anything else and it’s the free day. :)))

Drawing requests are open in my ask page if anyone is interested. I’ll take any ideas. 💖🌝

p.s ignore the mistakes I don’t have enough skill to fix them. I need to study anatomy.

Oh also

A little test for a different lineart style while I was bored. Of course they’re there hhoskdjfkrk.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

friend i listened to “spring thief” by yorushika and it’s been on repeat for the past hour… please give other song recs by yorushika that you like 🫡 ALSO YOUR FIC WAS SO PRECIOUS AND THE SONG WORKED SO BEAUTIFULLY WITH YOUR WRITING/REALLY ENHANCED THE VIBE OMFG oh 2 live in an apartment w sashisu and get breakfast made daily by suguru <3 - @dollsuguru

KAIROOO MY ANGEL i still haven’t read ur rb of the fic (saving it as a treat for later today :3 hehe) BUT TYSM FOR READING AND FOR UR KIND WORDS ILYSM 🥺🥺🥺 with that being said ……..

WAHHHHH I’M SOOO OVERJOYED THAT U LISTENED TO THE SONG???? ISN’T IT AMAZING????? yorushika makes me fully insane they’re my favorite band Ever hhhhh i’m so glad u thought it added to the fic 😭😭 their songs are all super nostalgic and bittersweet and summery so they’re just . perfect for sashisu & stsg.. u asked for more recs so ofc i will deliver >:3

i genuinely don’t think there’s a single yorushika song that doesn’t hit so i have like 25873 favorites BUT here are some standouts….. some have mvs and others don’t but yorushika’s lyrics are genuinely so so beautiful and incredible so i’ll make sure the links take u somewhere u can read them <3

blooming in that summer

my absolute favorite <333 like, absolute favorite. it changed my life. i want to live in it. the lyrics are insane the instrumental is out of this world and the final chorus always always gets to me. i’ve cried listening to it bc it’s just so so good AND it’s also the most stsg song ever so i cry when i listen to it and think of them (someone made an animatic of stsg with this song that quite literally lives in my brain rent free u can find it here) <33

hachigatsu, bou, tsukiakari

another of my absolute absolute faves!! lyrics are so good i cried, instrumental is so good i cried, and the final chorus . makes me cry. notice how i’m already repeating myself bc literally all of these songs are incredible in every possible way aaa ALSO the singing 😵‍💫😵‍💫 esp at the end. there’s so much emotion in it and it makes me sick actually whewww

replicant

another absolute favorite :33 (i’m gonna be saying this for all of them i think but i mean it sincerely ok…) kairo this one makes me ill. it’s so gojo coded. it’s Him. the lyrics just remind me of him sm (they’re incredible btw the final line makes me batshit insane) AND THE INSTRUMENTAL??? might be my fave yorushika instrumental ngl don’t quote me on that tho 🙏🙏 just such a lovely summery song it smells like seasalt and tastes like clouds :3

kamisama no dance

AAAA ANOTHER ABSOLUTE FAVORITE kairo this one is getocoded. i knowwww you’ll understand. some of my favorite yorushika lyrics Ever and that’s saying a lot. it also has crazy lore bc it’s connected to this whole story being told in some of yorushika’s albums and :((( yeahhh. this one feels kairocoded to me but that might just be bc it’s so getocoded LMAO i have a feeling you’ll like it though!!

robber and bouquet

THIS ONE IS SOOO LOVELY the instrumental…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i love it sm. i’d say this one is kinda different from classic yorushika stuff but in a very good way!! also i’m legally obliged to inform u that this one is tojicoded as HELL i associate him w the lyrics so much…. also i adoreee the way suis sings in this one her voice is so gorgeous wowowow… the sense of fatigue…… so good

just a sunny day for you

A CLASSIC but for very good reasons . the mv is just gorgeous, the lyrics are stunning and the instrumental is sooo nostalgic and summery n bittersweet :((( just the best. sashisu coded also!!!

aaaand finally here’s their yt channel!! there are so many other songs i adore that i wanted to mention but i think these r enough for now 😭 oh but here’s also a yt channel that makes lyric videos for their songs in case u wanna find some more!! :3

[crimsonsnippet]

Late night thoughts about the Swap AU and I got to thinking about Mikami being Light's manager: does he know about Light being the second Kira? Does he suspect? How much of the Idol mask does Light let him see through? Like,,,you mentioned that Light plays dumb around other people so they'll underestimate him, but how much does that draw back when he's around his friends? What about Kiyomi? L? His dad?

And in a similar vein, what does L's relationship net look like? Since he doesn't have Watari or the Wammy Boys, does he have anyone else he's close to from his orphanage? From school? Or is he just mixed in with Light's group through Kiyomi? Does he have ANYONE?

Oh—and what about Beyond? Is he attached to Misa or L in this AU? And how would that affect Misa and L's connections to Swap!Naomi?

Hhhhh I love this AU so much I'm so invested in it

I’m not sure if mikami knows light is the second kira, but he definitely knows hes smarter than he lets on because light does share a fair amount with him. in person he’s less “dumb” than in his stage persona but he isn’t the perfect model boy that he is in canon. soichiro often finds it infuriating because he knows light is smart but in his view he sees it as “not applying himself” and light lashes out at him quite a lot. he is unerringly wildly flirtatious to L at most times.

L is friends with kiyomi moreso than light is, but he doesn’t have any friends from the orphanage on account of being “too weird/different”, though he is friends enough with the task force that they don’t believe misa when she says he’s kira. misa is likely friends with naomi but L doesn’t know her at this point, though L never kills the fbi agents so naomi isn’t dead.

beyond is attached to misa in this au! though it means he’s less of a direct visual copy because his regular personality is much more similar to misas and misa would never allow what they made beyond do in canon to be like L. Misa has a closer relationship to the kids at whammy’s house and they’re more like siblings to her than what L had with them in canon.

IM LITERALLY SO GLAD I LOVE GETTING ASKS ABT THE SWAP AU

[bellafragolina]

*props my feet up on the desk*

I feel like being nice for a change~

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So just imagine with me for a second, how big a step it would be for exPlasma!Reader to move in with the twins? Cuz one of the many (manymanymaaaaany) obstacles for the soulmates was the twins being public figures with a lot to lose if they were seen associating with a former terrorist. If one tabloid got wind of Ingo and Emmet being soulmates with a criminal, there’s always the chance that half the city would disown them and the other half would pull the whole, “Oh how terrible! We’re so sorry you two have to go through something like this! You poor dears, you’re so brave!” etc, etc…

Buuuuuuuut, the twins being famous also gives them the perfect platform to try and make things better - not just for their soulmate, but for everyone else whose lives Team Plasma stole and ruined. After all, Ingo and Emmet are two-thirds of Unova’s beloved Nimbasa Trio, some of the strongest trainers in the world - if anyone could get away with saying “fuck you” to the haters, it’d be them.

Oh, you think people like Reader had any choice in the matter? That they deserve hatred because they were kidnapped and brainwashed and mentally tortured into doing Team Plasma’s bidding? No. Incorrect. They’re victims, and what they deserve is help and kindness and a chance to start over once their community service is done. And yes, this applies to all of Plasma’s abducted members. Now either go play in traffic or educate yourself, the Subway Masters are Very Disappointed™️ in you.

And no, Mister Faceless Reporter #25, the twins are not just “letting Reader stay with them out of the goodness of their hearts,” nor is Reader “a pity case” or a “publicity stunt.” No, you cannot interview them, leave Reader alone, they’ve been through enough (and also the twins aren’t their keepers, that’s gross.) No, the twins don’t care if this means people might start “boycotting the battle lines,” but dragons help anyone who tries to start something in Gear Station because you will be immediately kicked out and banned for life.

And hell, even if Reader isn’t living with them during all of this, just to have the boys publicly stand up for them, regardless of the potential backlash, would be massive. Ingo and Emmet stand to lose more than Reader does by doing this - their reputations, their careers, so much. And for them to go, “yeah nooooo, not hiding this anymore, done putting our image before our soulmate, thanks,” would be one hell of a way to start proving they really do plan on making that second chance Reader gave them count.

(Ultimately, I think the grand majority of Nimbasa would be on their side, so everything would turn out okay, but it’d still be nerve wracking for a hot minute there.)

~Spark💥

hhhhh

maybe the reader says, ok. ok, fine. i'll stay, i won't run from you, but i dunno about anything more than. . . being civil.

and the twins RUN WITH IT

they make sure that whenever they see the reader, they're so sweet. they say their greetings, give them little gifts, bring out their pokemon for the reader to pet if they choose. they don't care who sees, but arceus bless the bastard that tries to approach and say something bad about you to them

"you're aware that is a former team plasma member, right?"

"you don't have to put up with them because they're your soulmate!"

"i can't believe you two would associate with a criminal!"

ingo is better with words, but emmet is happy to step up and be blunt, to the point. don't talk about them like that. you don't know them, what their life was, so you have no right to judge and belittle someone trying to start their life over and start it right. if it bothers you that much, leave, and let them enjoy what little time the reader is comfortable spending with them

slowly, maybe things get better. the reader joins them in trips to the park, where their pokemon are out and playing, eager to get to know this new friend. and the reader reminiscences about their own pokemon, about their life, listening to the twins do the same.

the barest touching of the tips of fingers becomes intertwined pinkies before a goodbye. polite nods and hellos turn into small waves and smaller smiles. casual small talk turns into deeper conversations littered with bits of banter.

and the twins eat it up, revel in what little they get of it. this is the second chance they both wanted for so long; they'll be damned if they waste it.

they'll do anything to earn another little smile or a quiet giggle from you. they go home every night after seeing you and just gush to one another about how you did this or that. you smiled at them! you laughed at their joke! you made baby talk to their pokemon and didn't care if they heard you! you held their hand and squeezed it before going home!!!!

they're desperately in love, and so, so, so grateful to have you back in their lives after their horrible screw up from before

no nosy reporter is going to ruin it for them. and if someone obnoxious shatters your progress, scaring you back into the closed off person you were?

the twins have no mercy and new overpowered pokemon to play with.

but they have endless patience for you, especially now that they've caught of glimpse of what the future could be

~Renee

[silvcrignis]

@manufactoredxbyxdesign ♛

@manufactoredxbyxdesign Punky’s out here throwing you to the WOLVES, they just made a lucky choice because I’m a favourite player lmfao.

{Meme}: [ ♛ ] send me your url and i'll tell you the following; {x}

My opinion on;

Character in general: It’s so sad that I have nar actually played a single Resident Evil Game (I used to watch my dad play them back when I was a smol) or touched a single DBD match but somehow still ended up hyper fixated on this character bc not only was he EVE R Y WHERE back when I was a kid he was my like favourite type of shitbag smarmy over confident character hdhghg I would probably write Albert Wesker if I had the confidence or the complete lore knowledge to hfhgh the perfect live action FC already exists for him thanks to Buffy 😭

How they play them: Hgdhgnh I’ve told them this personally but they’re soooo good, like I hear Albert’s voice when they post something??? Like I love him, a lot of people love uwuing softening villains & I’m like bro they’re fucking evil they may have tender moments or people they are softer with but that’s an EVIL hoe, stop pretending they didn’t do nothin’ wrong. He’s written so MEAN & I fucking adore that, it’s the same way I portray my Severus Snape bc that man has called his own spouse a fucking FOOL before & that’s. My. T y p e, Like I need them to understand I’m not just saying this bc they gave my shit stain gremlin girl a chance (okay maybe a little bc this place has burnt me many times b u t) I’m saying this because I genuinely don’t think they realise just how GOOD they portray this nasty snarky PHD wielding grifter man 😭

The mun: Hurt them & feel the sting of my blade, I swear to God, I will break into your home at 3:37 AM & slather cream cheese & onions on the inside of your pillowcases if I find out you ever legitimately hurt their feelings. Like I was so scared to follow them bc their writing was really on point & canon character blogs be acting stank as hell here especially to me bc Keira isn’t an easy™️ OC girl. & like idc if someone roasts me but I will r I d e for my squad, especially the ones who put up with my ridiculous spammy bullshit like they do hhhhh they deserve better than some of the absolutely manic posts I send them fr fr but I usually make up for my transgressions by sliding them the gud Albertcore.

Do I;

Follow them: I do, I followed their second blog @lxdyvenxm so fucking fast when I saw their post it gave me whiplash ghhgbhjn

RP with them: Of course I do, I have to stick all the pale haired tsunderes together in one spot though Al is a low-key yandere wearing the tsundere skin tbch but he’s deffo part of the club.

Want to RP with them: I… I need Keira to leave this man alone bc every time I get a new idea for Keira the DBD verse her first thought is “What would Albert think about it~🖤🖤🖤?” Yeah she’s a lil obsessio over him but I’M normal hfhgh I don’t want them to think I’m a weird stalker like I don’t want into Albert Wesker’s pants this CREATURE is the one who does!!!!

Ship their character with mine: The concept of them together is terrifying & I mean BOTH Keira & Albert & uhhh the other two shinies (YOU KNOW WHO grhfghf) like they would put the “Power” in the would power couple before some crazy shit starts going down in that Fog… So yeah I do, I want them holding hands while those hands are covered in blood… Because they’re making out while stabbing a person. While holding the same knife. Little known fact about me I fucking LOVE murder couples, especially where one’s a little more fucked up than the other but the other isn’t bothered by that instead they use their slightly calmer head to plan out some REALLY fucked up ideas for them to do together.

What is my;

Overall opinion: Send a long text get a long text ba- Oh wait wait that’s like summin different. Follow them. Love them. Ask about their headcanons bc their headcanons are really good & so fascinating??? Let Albert dismember & bully your muse, Keira wants to film him throwing around their body parts everywhere with the tentacles pls she said it’ll be super funny~~~~

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

FINALLY GOT AROUND TO READING THIS…. putting all my thoughts under the cut bc this will probably get long again …. :’3

RIKOOOO I LOVED THIS SM…..

gahhh it hurt so much to read tho :((( the idea of gojo accidentally killing you genuinely hurts me physically like. can u imagine the guilt. ive always seen him as very protective of his loved ones so i feel like this would legitimately break him …… T_T

and just. how DESPERATE he is…… hhhh. when it comes to angst, seeing that kind of desperation depicted is probably what gets to me most…. its just so :((( hes so scared in the beginning..,, so terrified at the idea of losing you and . ow. ow ow ow. :’(((( it hurts.

BUT. okok. ive said this before but !! i adore ur writing rikooo, its so pretty and flows so well and i just love love love ur descriptions…… 🥺🥺🥺 im just gonna go thru some lines n paragraphs i loved !! there r . a Lot lol. 

he buried his face into your neck, smothering his painful hiccups as his burning tears rolled down your skin. in a fleeting thought— captured by the tangy sea breeze, he’d never looked more beautiful.

this is just !! so pretty. i 100% see satoru as a pretty crier btw thats so canon to me. but the idea of reader literally bleeding out and all they can think of is how beautiful satoru is ….. that’s SO bittersweet. so good. </3 (theyre just like me fr …)

“don’t blame yourself. it wasn’t your fault, gojo.” 

(…)

“it was never your fault. ever. you’re perfect, satoru.” 

THIS. got to me. reader telling him over n over not to blame himself, spending their last moments trying to stifle his guilt ……… :( the last part ESP hurt me. ”you’re perfect, satoru.” idk its just !! such a strong line it rly got to me…. and the way they switch from gojo to satoru too !! T_T i love how In Love reader is with him and vice versa, u can really feel that affection between them… the whole moment is just so tender and achy.

in this light, he looked like an angel. every color of the rainbow reflected through prisms in his tears, those mesmerizing glittering blue eyes of his that always—

no. just blue wouldn’t be accurate enough. 

his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of monochrome— all splashed generously with rich lapis and stark cobalt, neutral navy and sparkling aquamarines.

GODDDD THIS IS SO PRETTY RIKO …….. im so jealous !! of ur writing !!! the last part is just downright gorgeous hhhhh you rly captured the beauty of his eyes … like i can SEE them in front of me ……. and again; reader only being able to think of how pretty and angelic satoru looks while they’re dying …. T_T and he’s freaking out but they’re just admiring him !! only seeing him !! oughh .

nothing more than a piece of sea glass, perhaps in the rough. yet to be refined by years of chipping and sanding, being tossed against the rocks by the unrelenting cycle of waves, drag and push ‘til the shape was smooth and there were no ridges to catch, no kinks to smoothen out, no fragile points to exploit.

to anyone else, he would seem unmovable. no weaknesses, only strengths. almost inhumane. that was the facade he tried to project, anyway.

try as he might to put up that shield of his— it never worked. at least, not with you. those round dark sunglasses that never let you catch a glimpse of the story behind his pupils always acted as a barrier between himself and the world, tucking away the fragile child within him and forcing the strongest to grow stronger.

but you’d never had trouble taking those pesky shades off; not between classes, not at shared tables with cartoons of strawberry milk between you and not on the long walks home past parks and couples with cherries of blush on their cheeks and families with smiles that seemed to shine brighter than the sun.

not behind closed doors or shared moments of intimacy, not when you’d forced them off his face and beneath your heel just so he would look at you for once and see you for who you really were. realize what he really meant to you.

perhaps that was his undoing. his achilles’ heel. letting you in when he could’ve— no, should’ve locked you out.

just.. this entire part …… ooooughhhh. i love love love !! this take on satoru. and i agree sm !! i think he puts all these walls up for a reason, but hes still only human and he cant help but grow to care for the people around him … but it always works out best for him when he doesnt :(

and him tucking the childish part of himself away !! being forced to grow up far too quickly !!! satoru is just such a sad and lonely character once u get down to it </3 i love him sm. u write him so well and thoughtfully !!

“don’t cry for me, ‘toru. maybe, once this is all over, we can… share one of shoko’s smokes together, and reminisce— about last spring…” you whispered, your muddled and chaotic thoughts suddenly clearing. 

over a stick of cancer. really?

in your minds eye, you could picture it. the trickle of burning ember and ash from the stiff paper, representing each memory recounted and ticked off your fingers until it burnt to your skin, and brought you back to the present. past the memories. moving forward to make new ones.

i love you, satoru.

was that all you had ever been trying to say to him?

THIS ONE. god. this might be my fav part of the whole fic im just so obsessed. i collapsed. your writing is seriously sooo pretty ….. i love ur descriptions n just how well ur writing flows !! the bittersweetness of reader wishing for them to reminisce over their spring together … and then . over a stick of cancer. really? to bring u back down… and then the gorgeous, drawn out paragraph after that…

and then. the last line ….. which actually just hit me like a bullet to the head tbh LIKE. GOD. that’s gonna live rent free in my brain for all of time im not even exaggerating. i cant pinpoint exactly why but it just rly …. scratches a certain corner of my brain. was that all you had ever been trying to say to him? i just !! adore it. sm.

(he thinks it’s cruel that his brilliant blue irises get to experience the lifetime ahead of him, always glowing with the life you should’ve had. but the again, he’s grateful for them; to them for letting him see the twinkle in your eye when you called him ‘toru oh so sweetly, or letting him witness the affection in your infectious grin when you pressed a kiss to his cherry red cheek after sneaking a bite of the powdered sugary crepe in his hand with a little chirp of ‘sharing is caring, satoru.’)

:’( sniffle. i love these lil glimpses u give us of just how sweet n precious reader was to satoru …. how in love they were. i feel like i can see all those warm colours w how you describe everything, n then when u bring us back to reader dying all i see is gray and blue. thats so impressive to me !!!!!! just the vibes and colours of ur writing .. i feel it so deeply hhh.

when it comes to this very mission, on this fateful summer day where the dried streams sang trickling melodies into open fields of green and when the cacophony of the cicadas’ buzz subdues the shrill scream of fireworks rising over a summer festival, satoru denies everything.

AND. god. goddddd. this line is just so, so gorgeous and summer-y and beautiful. literally so good. i fell to my knees. ”satoru denies everything.” the way you build it all up just to bring it down to that is …. so good riko it rewired my whole brain chemistry.

the little sway of the section of dark hair in front of his eye that he liked to call ‘bangs’ (should be singular. arguments and wounded prides have often ensued whenever the topic approached this)

AND THEN THIS PHSHDJD thank u for at least giving us this one lil comedic moment ….. this was so funny AND I AGREE W SATORU that man does NOT have bangs he has A Bang. we love him and his fucked up bang though <33 

as such, it is customary to say farewell to endings, but welcome the beginnings. and who’s to say the two can’t intertwine; coincide? perhaps they show up as one and the same.

after all, you had meant the end to his isolation and the beginning to his affection.

the notion only drove the knife of your death deeper, as it happened. so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? either way, it hurts. but he can’t just let it fester, infect, mold over time in his chest— and so he pulls it out. despite the sleep it costs him. the anguish it brings him.

“we’ll find a way, satoru. after all, we’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

aaaand finally !!!!…. this whole final part just went so hard. so bittersweet !! but also hopeful !! so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? i love this lineeee and how symbolic it is of how one deals with grief… and how satoru chooses to pull the knife out and move on T_T despite the sleep it costs him, despite the anguish it brings him… hes so strong !!! i wanna give him a hug…. 

also this might not have been intentional on ur part but !! i love the implication that suguru is there to help him and push him forward … even just a little bit ….. even though that’ll end up falling apart too when sugu defects :( but still !!! stsg my beloveds <3

aaaaa all in all !! i hope this ended up (somewhat) coherent pshdjdj but i adored this riko !! im so in awe of your writing, i loved this piece !! :D i dont read much satoru angst generally so this was a nice change of pace too, u did his character sm justice n just … yeah. this was so so good !!!

spring of life and death —. gojo satoru x reader

warnings: character death, light descriptions of gore (wounded, blood) i don’t think there’s anything else…..????? idk though - gojo experiences his very first lost with the one he thought would be there for the rest of them .

now would be a great time to mention that i haven’t written in ages and i also don’t know how to write gojo and this may or may not have belonged to another chara i found in my drafts from like 2021

your ears were ringing.

your world had been spinning along its axis normally just a few moments ago— you think its unfair how quickly things can escalate.

but the thoughts dim and dull in your fogged mind when you feel a hand on your cheek. gentle, delicate— like it’s holding a fragile flower in its palm, ever so careful not to crush the last breath of life from the petals and stalks even as it beholds the withering of the leaves; watching the thing wash gray and drift away.

“satoru…”

he buried his face into your neck, smothering his painful hiccups as his burning tears rolled down your skin. in a fleeting thought— captured by the tangy sea breeze, he’d never looked more beautiful.

“please don’t cry, satoru.” you murmured, mustering a weak smile as he tentatively lifted his head up from your bleeding body, crimson waves slowly spreading across the mossy cracked pavement.

the sky was dark, ominous clouds gathering over the remains of what had become of a distant shrine tucked away in the hazy mountain tops of kyoto, as the two of you lay isolated in a large stone gazebo, the dead bodies of mutilated curses strewn all around you beginning to slowly disintegrate and disperse. cliffs stretched high above the murky water around the bay, covered in age old stone and soft moss. 

you lifted a hand weakly, unable to do much as you felt your strength seeping through your body, releasing as you fought to remain conscious. it felt as though everything had slipped out of your hands, after years of desperately hanging on to it. your life had been yanked out of your own feeble hands as soon as you had stepped foot in that deceiving, bright taxi. 

you gently laid your hand on satoru’s red cheek, glistening with fresh crystal tears, a snag, rip, and tear in his sleeve where he’d torn off the rudimentary uniform fabric in a frenzy to bandage your flowing wound.

it was tragic, truly. he hadn’t been careful with his application of blue, and you’d been caught in the cross fire, curse for curse and human all subject to the tornado of debris and stone that his cursed technique wrought upon the dilapidated clearing. 

“don’t—“ you mumbled, cutting off abruptly as an unwelcome coughing fit rocked your fragile body, blood splattering in your hands and leaking from the crevices between your stiff fingers— those that used to hug satoru’s own thin digits between them— as you covered your dry mouth and tried to smother the hacking pain in your throat; the burning sensation that dried your mouth and pricked at your fading consciousness. 

now, the only thing your hands held were the coalescing essence of seeping crimson life and the cold swirling air that remained from an effect of your cursed energy. so empty and numb.

“don’t blame yourself. it wasn’t your fault, gojo.” 

his heart squeezed tight in his chest, nostalgia gripping him in a vice as memories of your first night with the school came rushing back like high tide in his mind. 

“no… no—! this can’t happen.” he muttered, panic overriding his shakily hopeless demeanor. his voice was loud, cracking; it erupted from the eroding stone rooftops, carried over aging terraces into the rich green trees overhead. the small waver in it was impossible to miss, and even more so to ignore.

“i can bring you to yaga. surely he knows how to care for someone, right? maybe shoko has special first aid knowledge from her cursed technique, or maybe suguru can help you somehow… please, stay with me [name]! don’t go.” he cried, his hand desperately fumbling to clutch yours as you looked on with sadness.

it was, truly, such a shame. the sun had long since passed its crux in the arch of the firmament, casting its warm golden glow that refracted and dappled through speckled leaves and cracks in the wood onto the melancholy scene below.

in this light, he looked like an angel. every color of the rainbow reflected through prisms in his tears, those mesmerizing glittering blue eyes of his that always—

no. just blue wouldn’t be accurate enough. 

his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of monochrome— all splashed generously with rich lapis and stark cobalt, neutral navy and sparkling aquamarines. it was as if there was an entire rainbow of the soothing color in his irises, dimensions of depth and fragments that rivaled the ridges of the seas and the layers of the earth. though, this rainbow only consisted of the tranquil tone; but at this very moment, the only hue you could catch in the dying light was one of pure blues. and not in the sense of an artist’s taste for palettes, but in the sense of sadness. regret, guilt, and above all— pain.

“satoru.”

he paused through a flurry of sniffles and held-back tears, glancing at you with trepidation and a growing uneasiness as he noticed your lack of breath. it was like you were struggling for air. 

the thought only frightened him more.

“promise me.. that you’ll take care of them.” you murmured, as your body began to lax against your own will. a familiar feeling of release came over you, like lying in bed after a long day. only this time, you wouldn’t be able to get back up.

“don’t say that. we can look after them together, right?” satoru pleaded, reaching forward as you lurched back. he gently grabbed your shoulder, shifting his hand onto your back so he could pull you up and into his arms, cradling you delicately as if you were a crystal glass ornament, threatening to shatter at any given moment. 

if you were an ornament, so beautiful and yet so fragile— than what was he?

surely, in his eyes: nothing more than a piece of sea glass, perhaps in the rough. yet to be refined by years of chipping and sanding, being tossed against the rocks by the unrelenting cycle of waves, drag and push ‘til the shape was smooth and there were no ridges to catch, no kinks to smoothen out, no fragile points to exploit.

to anyone else, he would seem unmovable. no weaknesses, only strengths. almost inhumane. that was the facade he tried to project, anyway.

try as he might to put up that shield of his— it never worked. at least, not with you. those round dark sunglasses that never let you catch a glimpse of the story behind his pupils always acted as a barrier between himself and the world, tucking away the fragile child within him and forcing the strongest to grow stronger.

but you’d never had trouble taking those pesky shades off; not between classes, not at shared tables with cartoons of strawberry milk between you and not on the long walks home past parks and couples with cherries of blush on their cheeks and families with smiles that seemed to shine brighter than the sun.

not behind closed doors or shared moments of intimacy, not when you’d forced them off his face and beneath your heel just so he would look at you for once and see you for who you really were. realize what he really meant to you.

perhaps that was his undoing. his achilles’ heel. letting you in when he could’ve— no, should’ve locked you out.

“‘toru… you’re strong. everyone knows you are. remember that this was never..” you trailed off, another coughing fit causing you to shake and sputter, blood splattering over your tattered clothes. 

“it was never your fault. ever. you’re perfect, satoru.” 

he only stared at you, tears welling up in his swirling blue eyes. his fists were clenched, and you thought for an instant that—

well, not like you’d ever be able to tell if it was his blood that mixed with yours in the limp palm of your hand or just your own. if you’d mistaken the clench of his fingers so tight into his own skin that he’d drawn his own blood with those long digits for… a lesser show of emotion.

that’s how it always was with him. you never quite knew if it was only your love gushing from your open heart, or if there was a droplet of his mixed in there too. or maybe, a trickle of it. perhaps even a waterfall. with him? you could never, ever tell. it often presented itself much differently from what it truly was. much like its owner.

“don’t cry for me, ‘toru. maybe, once this is all over, we can… share one of shoko’s smokes together, and reminisce— about last spring…” you whispered, your muddled and chaotic thoughts suddenly clearing. 

over a stick of cancer. really?

in your minds eye, you could picture it. the trickle of burning ember and ash from the stiff paper, representing each memory recounted and ticked off your fingers until it burnt to your skin, and brought you back to the present. past the memories. moving forward to make new ones.

i love you, satoru.

was that all you had ever been trying to say to him?

perhaps, from the very beginning, the fates had ordained it to be this way. and try as you might, you could never escape their elaborate tapestry of cruel life. 

“i love you, satoru.” you mumbled, and with all your remaining strength, you barely pulled yourself up, tugging him down from his neck as his soft lips met yours. the kiss was bittersweet in every sense of the word— if colors and phrases were tangible, then he’d label it a dreaded farewell, a deep melancholy departure— something that hurts so, so much but is inevitable all the same. truly, he thinks it’s so pathetic how he was reduced to nothing in a mere instant.

then again, you always seemed to have that effect on him.

he watched in silent anguish as your eyes glazed over, the last fading pieces of your fleeting consciousness swirling away from your broken body as your hand fell limp to your side, final words lingering in the air. his body screams at him to do something— take your cold hands and intertwine your soft fingers with his, light the life in your eyes again with some fairytale kiss that he yearns to take the two of you away from this goddamned world. but it’s too bad, really. there’s nothing to do about what’s already been done.

after a long moment— what could’ve been a few seconds or a lifetime, he couldn’t tell— satoru pulled away from you, your lips cold and foreign to him, lacking the luster and warmth of the person he knew the best. his lover. 

“i love you too, [name].” he whispered, his voice breaking. he felt so small and insignificant, time stretching on in a cruel instant as if to mock him for this happenstance he brought upon himself. it was a scary, unfamiliar feeling. that’s how things had always been with you; letting you in, relying on someone— letting you see him for who he really was had always been a terrifying thing to him. but this time he knows you won’t be there to smother the fire and ash of reluctance with sweet kisses and words like crystalline water to douse the malevolent anxieties; he knows he’ll be alone again as tears began to flow and flow once more from his ever bright eyes, like a relentless waterfall that slowly shaped rocks and eroded banks over time. 

time, eons and centuries. 

and for all the next, which he would have to start afoot on a path that left a cold vacancy by his side, the wind blowing against his back a harsh and cruel reminder.

(he thinks it’s cruel that his brilliant blue irises get to experience the lifetime ahead of him, always glowing with the life you should’ve had. but the again, he’s grateful for them; to them for letting him see the twinkle in your eye when you called him ‘toru oh so sweetly, or letting him witness the affection in your infectious grin when you pressed a kiss to his cherry red cheek after sneaking a bite of the powdered sugary crepe in his hand with a little chirp of ‘sharing is caring, satoru.’)

when it comes to this very mission, on this fateful summer day where the dried streams sang trickling melodies into open fields of green and when the cacophony of the cicadas’ buzz subdues the shrill scream of fireworks rising over a summer festival, satoru denies everything. so what if he spent an extra hour or two there? he was just patrolling the area to make sure the presence of curses was completely exterminated; doing his duty as a sorcerer to protect the weak. it’s none of shoko’s business what your final words to him were and it certainly isn’t any of suguru’s to ask what he did with your body.

of course he disposed of it properly. he would never endanger anyone else so carelessly, again.

of course he didn’t spend an eternity by your side after the glint of adoration in your eyes had been extinguished, crying his eyes out into your empty chest which had a void instead of a heartbeat. the silence had never been more loud. to him, at least.

of course he was fine. of course. it didn’t take six eyes to see that—

“—dumbass. i’m fine. lay off, would you?” he scoffed, kicking the ground in frustration and stirring up a small cloud of dust on the faded bricks in the pavement, years of wear from generations of those before clear in the smoothness of the surface.

like a piece of sea glass. but this one was supporting another that was still in the rough. still sharp to the edges, still fragile in all the wrong places—

still breakable, with enough pressure and force and precision.

he didn’t need suguru’s… whatever it was. concern? yeah. concern. he shouldn’t go sticking his sharp nose into places it didn’t belong. only one person had ever burrowed into his heart like that. satoru was content to let the others try.

the dark-haired boy in question groaned, rubbing his temple and letting out an exasperated sigh that, satoru assumed, was drawn out in exaggeration. the little sway of the section of dark hair in front of his eye that he liked to call ‘bangs’ (should be singular. arguments and wounded prides have often ensued whenever the topic approached this) was irritating satoru to no end.

“come on, satoru. you—“

you don’t understand.

a thousand flowers of mourning and a bed of roses would never be enough for you. those were the thoughts that echoed and swirled in his hazy mind as he picked your lifeless body up, cringing at the way your limbs went slack, like a ragdoll. those were the thoughts he never dared to vocalize when he was irresistibly close to you, and still he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words lodged in his throat when he settled you down in a small green clearing a little ways away so he could appreciate your beauty and let himself wallow in self-loathing and despair for a little longer before going on with the correct procedures.

that was the smallest moment of respite he’d allowed himself. to finally feel weak for a little while. it was unfair, he thinks— the strongest, and yet he still can’t do anything against the unending march of time or the seemingly merciless web of fate the universe entangled him in, like a fly in a spider’s cradle.

in truth, he’d never felt more weak in his entire life. loss effects everyone equally, without bias or prejudice. no matter who you are. in some way, he was thankful to you; you’d taught him that, but he thinks some part of him would despise you just a little bit for giving him an unwarranted crash course.

the feeling was unfamiliar to him. but it would become like an old friend over time; one that remained even after all those who brought joy to him left.

when they were there, they brought solace. when they left, they gave loneliness.

some people are so selflessly generous in that way, right? never taking. always giving.

departure is common. people wave goodbye with a farewell and a bittersweet smile upon their faces as they bid adieu to what’s behind them and strive towards what lies ahead, willingly or otherwise. but goodbyes are not always final. after a long and toiling journey, the weary wanderer finds comfort in the presence of his family. the traveler finds comfort after a trial of hardship in his kin, and the adventurer comes home to a warm meal and a happy home.

it’s difficult to say the same for a sorcerer— a normal life is always a hair out of reach— a glimpse into pattern and routine, a dream of stability and relationship. but just that. 

a dream. nothing more. beautiful, fleeting, and never to manifest or become tangible.

nevertheless, things end, but many more will begin. 

as such, it is customary to say farewell to endings, but welcome the beginnings. and who’s to say the two can’t intertwine; coincide? perhaps they show up as one and the same.

after all, you had meant the end to his isolation and the beginning to his affection.

the notion only drove the knife of your death deeper, as it happened. so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? either way, it hurts. but he can’t just let it fester, infect, mold over time in his chest— and so he pulls it out. despite the sleep it costs him. the anguish it brings him.

“we’ll find a way, satoru. after all, we’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

but healing takes time, even if such a thing can seem heartless. and there is no rush or emotion, no presence or practice that could ever seal the broken and shattered heart faster than time itself would gently mend it back together.

so he lets the sand trickle, and lets life run its course. without you.

i actually originally wrote this for lyle collodi from hi3 so that’s y gojo just randomly accidentally kills u i’m sorry if it’s a stretch

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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OMG OMG OMG, DUDE YOURE STORY IS LITERALLY SO GOod like the way you write each character has me swooning and exactly how I picture them. Bela’s HBIC attitude but secretly sweet, Cassandra’s reluctance to show she cares, but you know she does from the little things, Daniela is so f*cking perfect ahhhh. I’m not lying when I say I kick my feet in the air with the little fluff sprinkled in. I don’t even care if there is plot anymore I JUST WANT MORE CUTE SHIT PLEASE.

AND you brought me to TEARS with that reveal. Ain’t no way reader is gonna come in and slaughter my babies. Like I was genuinely upset (not surprising tho I tear up killing them in the game. Like I’m at the 4 hour mark and still avoiding the Library and Armory LMAO) but no please don’t make this a angsty ending I’m begging let my babies be happy pleassseeeee.

I actually am not able to read a triple Dimitrescu gang bang (LMAO WhAT???) with out the proper characterization, or at least how I picture them. AND YOUVE NAILED IT SHEEEEESSSHHHH. Cassandra has me squealing the most tho, she’s so precious even tho she’s trying to be a mean >:( ( I’m on chapter 10 so I’m not caught up but this ^^^^^^ is what I think so far lolz.

Sorry this is all over the place but I’m an absolute slut for Bela, Cass, and Dani, like I know Dommy Mommy is there too but like I’m here for the fruit flies. They’re my favorite and it’s hard to find good fics with them and I love yours sm.

SIDE NOTE HAVE YOU LISTENED TO “Don’t Save Me” by Chxrlotte. Bestie when I say this is readers song, I mean PLEASE LISTEN TO IT AND READ THE LYRICS WHILE YOU DO. TELL ME ITS NOT THEIR SONG. EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT I THINK OF YOUR FIC PLEASE LISTEN.

Anyways love ya, you’re awesome 🫡🫡🫡

THE WAY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE NIGHT PLEASE SDKJFHSDKJFHSD HOLY SHIT <3333333

i definitely do not recommend reading very far on this blog until you get caught up 😭 there are a lot of spoilers from other chapters that i'm sure you'd want to read firsthand <3

BUT HHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, i see the Dimitrescus getting mischaracterized SO often and it upsets me so much :( like they're so much more and so much DEEPER than what a lot of people assume, and i've tried my best to portray that in this story to the best of my ability. it makes me so glad to see it's being received well 😭😭😭

i don't plan on a completely angsty ending!! i couldn't bear to leave them with unhappy thoughts or anything, even if i might joke about it 😭 i can guarantee things might get more convoluted from here on out (especially with Lunatic's (the copy's) attitude and all), but i am here if you have any questions!!! i love helping y'all understand as well as i can :D

Alcina is definitely still there, and she has her moments, but i've been a bit... biased?? with the fruit flies??? i adore them to pieces and they've been getting WAY better treatment 😭 i've also been trying really hard not to make anything between them gross or even with their bits of jealousy, trying not to make it weird?? despite all of them sharing someone??? which really isn't hard to do and i wonder why some people cough struggle with that 😭😭

ANYWAYS I HAVE NOT LISTENED TO THAT BUT I 100% WILL!!!! i'm about to go lay down (sleepy after work) and i will absolutely analyze this song while i rest. i love when y'all recommend songs RRRRR IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

okay anyway enough rambling KSJDFHS my eyes hurt. i'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far and i hope it'll only get better (though perhaps more confusing) as you read further <333333 HAVE A LOVELY EVENING OR DAY OR WHICHEVER IT IS FOR YOU!!! <333333

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oohh congrats! and safe trip back for you too! uwu

that’s so understandable 😭 just one soobin hug pls esp bc they’re all so tall aka perfect height to lean one’s head against their chest 🥺🥺

hhhhh ITS SO RUDE THAT THEIR HANDS ARE SO PRETTY bc yes please handholding all the time, with thumb rubbing over the back of you hand and all, but also 🥴 i want those hands everywhere on me (like. they’d be so good at prepping you for the main event with their fingers hhhhhh) -hyuka anon

Thank you!! I just got home <33

NAUR CUS ID LOVE TO GET A HUG FROM EVEN JUST ONE OF THEM 😭😭 especially soobin but yEAH- they just envelope you and their arms wrapped around you protectively 💔 my dream is to just get hugged like that (by soobin) HAHSHAH

That went from soft to down bad real quick hAHAHAH but nah their hands are big and it's nice to hold them and all that jazz but they could just hold your wrists in one hand above your head with ease 👹👹 (and same anon 🤝) and dude,, fr tho their fingers alone could just,, ya know satisfy you but of course they'd say there's more (who wouldn't want that tbh)

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Anyway Nerds, please play Metroid Dread so Nintendo won’t shove my bounty hunter wife back in the closet for 10 more years hhhhh

[ackerfics]

lock — eren jaeger

— eren jaeger x female reader (modern au)

— content: implied smut, suggestive moments

— summary: a lock would have been nice.

— word count: 3.4k

— notes: surprise — a second birthday fic for eren !!! this is a little late tho bc i just made it heuhdej this was supposed to be a drabble but i overdid it again hhhhh this features the kids in the encanto au so if you're confused, that au can be found in my masterlist! this was fun to write bc i based this on one scene from modern family where the dunphy kids caught their parents on their anniversary (thank you to the anon who compelled me to finally watch that show, you are an angel!) hhfhruj enjoy, lovelies !! <33

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! masterlist

also, as usual, this is unedited :>>

Eren’s birthday is one of the celebrated events inside the Jaeger household.

You, as his wife, made sure to always remember it, given that you give him the best gifts on the planet. He deserves everything, knowing that he helps you earn money for the family by working under Levi’s established law firm. After the first few years of your marriage to him, he witnessed how you would get burnout as one of the local leaders in Shiganshina city. Being the loving husband that he is, Eren announced in your kitchen while helping prepare dinner (your eldest in his high chair, who was the perfect age for kindergarten at the time) that he would make use of his law degree. You nearly cried in happiness. The days when you bottled up your exhaustion came pouring and you could breathe easily after that.

And seeing as Eren did parenting the right way, his sons thought it’s the best idea to make him breakfast in bed.

“Okay, there’s only one rule in this kitchen when I’m in charge,” Aran Jaeger, the second eldest of the family, firmly stated with a spatula in his right hand, “never fight. Not on this day at least.”

Ezra, who just woke up because a pesky pest slammed his bedroom door open, groaned. His messed-up hair and unwashed face are a sight not meant for the weak of heart. He’s one of the people in this family who cleaned up nicely and if someone outside of this band of circus people sees him in this state, he’s going to be pissed off. Only a freshman in high school, Ezra earned the title of one of the popular students, mostly because of his dashing looks that can make a girl’s heart melt. He takes pride in inheriting all of your features but he doesn’t take pride in being related to little shits who ruin his sleep cycle.

“Couldn’t you guys pick a better time? This is too early for me. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t even complete your eight-hour sleep — we get it, Ez,” Caspian, the said pesky pest who barged into Ezra’s room at five-thirty in the morning, drawls. “Stop being such a prissy prince for once.”

Sometimes, Ezra just wishes he was an only child. It’s harsh but it’s a thought one gets when they live with one golden child and one special nutcase. Where does he fit with all this? Of course, the one who’s supposed to support his baby brothers. He doesn’t admit it but he cares about them. Ezra just shows his affection to his brothers in a completely different way — by criticizing them too much. He means well though. But there are times when he tackles Caspian to the floor or smacks the back of Aran’s head. He times it correctly so that you’re not there to witness it.

Ezra turns to Caspian. “Stop calling me a prissy prince, you little shit.”

The twelve-year-old boy picks up a bowl of berries. “Then stop acting like one.”

“You know, you’re the one making me lose my composure every damn time! Why not be a normal kid for once!”

“I am a normal kid!”

“I’m going to call you that once you stop watching those weird-ass documentaries about those fucking human evolutions you see on YouTube!”

Caspian gasps. “They’re not weird!”

“Yes, it is!” Ezra runs his hand through his hair, tousling it some more. Now, he looks like he was electrocuted. “Who in their right mind would imagine humans as tiles of flesh with a single eye and a slit for a mouth? No one!”

“It’s called having an imagination, Ez,” Caspian retorts haughtily. He looks like Eren when the latter wanted to join the military when he was the same age as the kid. “Clearly you don’t have one.”

“I’m being reasonable here. If only you watch some real documentaries on that site, then, I’ll stop.”

“Those are boring.”

“But they can get you to high school and if you’re lucky, maybe college!” Ezra slices the lettuce so aggressively that it echoes around the quiet first floor.

“You two,” Aran dangerously mutters, “please stop fighting.”

“Okay.”

The two boys follow.

They know not to mess with Aran, especially if he takes charge in the kitchen. Despite looking more like Eren, he inherited your sterner streak. His bone structure may be nearly their father’s copy but his attitude and demeanor is a hundred percent yours, which radiates in every single thing that he does. With both of the parents out of the house most of the day, Aran usually cooks and packs everyone’s lunch, including yours and Eren’s. He developed a love for cooking after waking up in the middle of the night to you cooking one of your cravings when you were pregnant with Caspian. Ever since then, he watched you in his high chair, sometimes handing you fruits and vegetables that weren’t even needed for the meals that you cook yet taking them appreciatively so as not to deflate his precious excitement.

Right now, he directs his brothers where the ingredients should go or how much they should add.

“Please, don’t put more than a pinch of salt, Cassie. We don’t want a repeat of last year’s Christmas.”

“Ez, stir it like this. Don’t overbeat the pancake batter.”

“Why are you adding fruits into the scrambled eggs, Cassie?”

“Just add a little bit more vinaigrette, Ez.”

The other two don’t even complain because they know not to ruin their dad’s breakfast. The last time Eren ate something of their own cooking, he missed a day of work because of food poisoning. Never again.

“Hey, Ran, the salad is ready to be plated—”

A thud upstairs cut Ezra off, the three boys now looking up the ceiling, each of them deciphering what’s the cause of the abrupt sound.

“Did that come from Mom and Dad’s room?” Caspian voices out their collective thoughts.

Another thud echoes through the silent house. Then, a groan. Their house is decent-sized and the walls are not that thin but when it’s the crack of dawn and everyone’s still in their beds, a small noise can still be heard. So, it’s not a surprise that the three hear it loud and clear.

Aran scrunches his nose in concern. “Did Dad fall from their bed?”

They stop their tasks to anticipate the next sound and true enough, a series of thuds follows soon after.

“Are they fighting there?” Caspian once again asks innocently. “That’s concerning.”

“Yeah, concerning,” Ezra trails off, having suspicions about the truth behind the sounds. He is in high school after all. He’s heard tons of stories revolving around that. He hopes that’s not the case here. His eyes are wide as he plates the salad while Aran still looks up at the ceiling with furrowed brows. “Don’t mind the noise. I’m sure it will stop,” Ezra drones with robotic movements. The noise continues the second he ends his sentence.

“I’m pretty sure it’s nothing to worry about,” Aran supplies with a reassuring half-smile at the youngest.

“Yeah, because if it is, then Dad’s birthday will be ruined,” Caspian pouts.

“Uh-huh,” Ezra agrees in that blank tone.

“What’s gotten into you?” Aran asks him.

Ezra looks up with raised eyebrows. “Nothing, nothing. Just worrying about my biology test next meeting.” There’s no biology test next meeting. He’s lying. His brothers are innocent and pure human beings. Sure, Aran is in his last year of middle school and Cassie’s a first-year middle schooler in the same school but they’re too sheltered in Ezra’s opinion. Sometimes, Ezra has to prevent them from watching R-rated movies or too graphic books. He likes his brothers oblivious. He wants it to stay that way. “Let’s just finish plating this up and we’re on our way upstairs. Cassie, get the bed tray.” Again, a thud makes his eye twitch. “I swear to God,” he murmurs.

Caspian, who’s never called Cassie by his eldest brother, stares at him in disbelief.

“Just get it, Cassie,” Aran coaxes.

The boy does what he’s told.

With a plate of scrambled eggs, a stack of fluffy pancakes, a bowl of salad, and fruits on the side, the trio of brothers go up the stairs. Aran is holding a pitcher of juice while Caspian holds two empty glasses at the back of the group. When they’re in front of their parents’ door, they all share a glance, two painted in excitement while one in wariness.

“Okay, on three, I’ll open the door and we’ll shout ‘Happy birthday, Dad’,” Aran instructs with a grin.

Caspian nods eagerly and adorably while Ezra grunts with a scowl.

“One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday, Dad—!”

It’s the most horrid thing they witnessed in their lifespan. The breakfast falls on the floor, followed by a cacophony of screams and shouts.

“Shit!”

“Eren, I told you to install a lock on the door!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot!”

“Oh, my God! Cassie, cover your eyes!” Aran scrambles for the real baby of the family.

“I knew it! I should’ve told these two!” Ezra yells, heatedly pointing a figure at you and Eren, their naked parents.

“Disgusting!”

“I need bleach for my eyes and my mind. I think I’m traumatized now.” Ezra pulls on both of his brother’s arms, racing down the stairs.

“Were they wrestling?” Caspian asks. “Ooh, can I join them?”

“NO!” Both older brothers whirl to shout the syllable in Caspian’s face.

“Okay, geez, don’t get all so worked up.”

“Fuck, where are the keys to the car?” Ezra shuffles the number of keys in the tray by the front door.

“It’s not there?” Aran whispers, a shocked expression still on his face. Both of his hands firmly grip Caspian’s shoulders.

You hastily stand up from your shared bed, the sheet decently covering your body (you hope), before going out of the room. Your hair is a mess but you hardly care because your babies just caught you in the most embarrassing state of your lifetime — cowgirling your husband in the midst of a climax. Now, your face burns at the memory. And it’s not the type that fills you with butterflies. You ignore Eren’s call from your room, your body leaning forward on the handrail. You know he’s going to emerge from the door so you still plead, “Sweethearts, please let’s just talk about this! I think it’s about time we give you the lecture. Can you three listen to Mommy for one second and stop panicking?” You see Ezra madly grinning at the car keys in his hand, almost as if it’s a salvation from all the trauma he’s gained this morning. “Put down the car keys, Ezra!”

“I won’t!” Ezra replies, looking up at you from the first floor. “And I don’t think I’m calling you Mommy anymore! Who knows what kinky shit you and Dad are on about!” Oh, how he wants to erase his memory. He swears he can still hear his father’s voice saying, “Let’s bring in a girl this time, okay, Mommy?” He shudders in pure horror.

You groan and you feel Eren wrap a comforting arm around your waist. He presses his chest on your back, holding up the sheet from flashing your front to your children again. “It’s not what you think, kiddos! If you step out of this house, you’re going to regret it!”

“Don’t use that line on us, Dad!” Aran shouts. “We just saw Mom’s chest and you tell us that it’s not what we think?! Are you okay?! And what are you going to do, traumatize us some more?”

“I think they’re sumo wrestling.” Caspian looks at you and Eren with a bright glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you, Mom, Dad?”

Eren stops. “Uh—”

“Yeah, sumo wrestling to make another baby in this house!” Ezra sarcastically remarks. He opens the door and gestures his hand as if he’s the leader of a fire or earthquake drill, maybe even a captain in the military. “Go, go, go! Increase the pace, you two!” He narrows his eyes, making you wince. “Goodbye!”

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Caspian chases before the front door ultimately close.

The summary: you feel mortified. You slump and if Eren isn’t behind you to catch you buckling, you would be on the floor melting into a puddle of shame and regret. Well, you don’t regret giving Eren his first birthday gift (he always delivered despite you taking charge at first, no other explanation needed) but you definitely regret not thinking that you have three children who are nearing the awareness that adults do things in their spare time. You know Ezra thought about it at the first thud (even after years of being married to each other, Eren managed to retain his endurance and strength when it comes to making you feel loved) and that’s when you want to bury yourself in a hole, never to see the light of day again. You feel a kiss on your shoulder, lips trailing over your skin in reassurance. You almost calm down.

“Baby, relax, they’ll come back,” Eren whispers over the crook of your neck, his unbound hair tickling your cheek.

You hit his chest with the back of your hand. “You fucking idiot!”

“I know, I know. I should’ve installed a lock on our door.” Eren rubs his hands on your waist, trying to calm you down. He kisses your temple now, raining your cheeks with pecks a second after. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s partially my fault, too.”

“I don’t think I can face them.”

Eren hums against your hair, tightening his embrace around you. “They’re bound to get the talk — you know, how babies are made. I’m pretty sure Ezra even made out with a couple of his schoolmates. So I don’t know why he’s acting so hostile to us.”

You turn back to Eren. “That doesn’t help, Ren!”

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs in your ear. “I’ll stop. But what are we going to do with breakfast?” Eren looks at the mess in the master’s bedroom doorway. “The boys woke up early to make it.”

You sigh, leaning back and letting yourself indulge in Eren’s bear hug. “That’s what I feel guilty about the most. They made that for you, Rennie. I can’t believe I’m such an irresponsible parent to let that happen. They won’t see us the same again. My babies.”

Eren lowly chuckles and it stirs the butterflies to life again. “I’m more irresponsible. I told you, don’t blame yourself. We’re both at fault here.” He turns you around so that you two are face to face. You peer at him from under your eyelashes, your hair framing your face perfectly and cascading over your shoulders. Your hands are placed on his chest, urging him to pull you closer until there’s no visible line of space between the two of you. He kisses you on the crown of your head, forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips, which he captures in a vigor that’s telling you his most earnest feelings through the years. When Eren pulls away, his lips still brush over yours as he utters, “They’ll come back — trust me. They love you so much to not look at you the same way again. It’s bound to happen, right? I once caught my mom and dad having sex and I know it’s not a nice experience. But, we raised amazing kids — they’ll come around.”

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

Eren lovingly smiles at you. “Of course. Their longest record of sulking is two days. And that’s when Caspian and I fought over that stupid hamster.”

“Hey, Carrot is a cute hamster.”

“Yeah, until he died when I installed the air conditioner in his room.”

“You still didn’t say sorry to him.”

Eren sighs, placing his forehead on yours. “I know but he forgave me eventually.”

“He was electrocuted, Eren.”

The man grimaces. “Not a good sight.”

You hum.

The grimace turns into a devilish grin. “So, should we continue, pretty girl? I really want a girl this time, you know?”

You blink at him for a couple of seconds before hitting his chest with your fists, to which he yelps. “Are you out of your mind?! Our kids just saw us in a very shameful position and you’re still turned on?! Eren, I swear to God, I hope you’re sleeping with one eye open tonight because I am livid right now.”

“Ouch, baby, that hurts! Baby, not my nipple!”

“Jaeger, repent for what we have done!”

“Why only me?! You mentioned we in that sentence.”

“Because you didn’t install the lock, that’s why!”

“I thought we’re way past that?”

“No, we’re not!”

“I know what we’re giving Dad for his birthday gift,” Caspian slurps on his milkshake.

Ezra brought them to the nearest restaurant. It’s the least he could do as the leader of their trio (based on age). The eldest looks up from his plate of waffles. “What?”

Even Aran looks confused.

Caspian wipes his mouth using a tissue. “A lock. They’re not really wrestling there, are they?”

Ezra feels his soul evaporating. His baby brother isn’t innocent anymore.

“They’re having sex—”

“Okay, Cassie, we know you're hungry,” Aran interjects, stuffing some bacon in the boy’s mouth.

“They saw us, Mikasa,” you whisper on the phone as if you’re conspiring with your best friend.

“Saw what?” Mikasa asks through the speaker.

“It’s Eren’s birthday—”

“Oh, tell him I said happy birthday.”

“Okay,” you take the phone from your ear, “Eren! Miki said happy birthday.”

“Tell her thank you!” Eren yells from the bathroom.

You place the phone to your ear. “You heard him.”

“Nice. So, what is this about someone seeing you two?”

You take a deep breath. “Ezra, Aran, and Caspian caught me giving Eren his first birthday present.”

There’s silence before you hear Mikasa cackling. It’s a pleasant sound because your friend never laughs out loud, except maybe at the misfortune of others. That’s when you know a joke is funny or a situation is hilarious when Mikasa belts out a full laugh from her diaphragm. You can hear Sasha in the background asking what her partner’s laughing about and you fight combusting because of embarrassment. You then hear Mikasa tell Sasha about the humiliating thing you experienced and now a pair of gleeful laughter greets your ears. You bury yourself back in the duvet.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you grumble.

“This is gold!” Mikasa laughs. “Oh, my God. Send my regards to them! Holy fuck, Eren outdid himself. I never thought that moment when he slipped on the ice and flashed everyone his ass would be replaced as the funniest memory in my head. And that shit was the funniest thing to this date!” Mikasa still giggles when you hear Eren get out of the bathroom.

“Mikasa?” Eren mouths.

You only nod and Eren throws his head back while letting out a chain of expletives that was more of a summoning spell with how fast he says them.

“Tell me if baby number four is on the way!”

“Miki!”

“Oh, I do hope it’s a girl.”

“Sasha, not you, too.”

And true enough, one month later, you’re staring at two lines in an accursed pregnancy test.

“Fuck you, Jaeger! Not another one!”

“Can you imagine,” Ezra casually says to his younger brothers, who are playing on his PlayStation, after hearing those words. “Kids my age have their children by accident and I’m here, about to be a big brother. Again. Maybe I should parade around the shopping center with the new baby and tell everyone from school that it’s my kid. I mean, it would be believable with my face.”

Aran slowly turns around and fixes Ezra with a look of pure concern. “Why? Just why?”

Ezra shrugs, tossing popcorn in his mouth.

Caspian aggressively pushes the buttons on his controller. “Hey, at least we can finally have a sister.”

“That would be cool.”

Aran smiles. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a little sister to be protective about.”

Ezra snickers. “Dibs on scaring her future boyfriends away.”

“Then I’ll take the role of the lunchbox maker.”

“I want to fight her bullies.”

Despite the traumatizing day that conceived their baby sibling, the three boys share a grin when they hear Eren whooping in your room. This is going to be one hell of a ride.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

Live reaction hsmtmts 3x06:

Please the canoe scene is the cutest thing ever they're so cute i love them The way ej said so we can stay together like I'm crying babies please stay together

Kourtney is so iconic i love her and her teaming up with Carlos madox and jet will be incredible

Wait i really love val now and also everyone has been assuming things about ash and telling her how she is but val didn't she was like no I'm not about that. wait im kind of getting on board with this

JET AND RICKY ARE TALKING JET AND RICKY ARE TALKING my jetwen heart is happy

The pizza oven joke was good

Ms Jenn being like EJ my tallest child. Any time the wildcat fam is canonically referred to with familial terms my heart is so happy

Yes a Corbin bleu song let's go

EJ and Miss Jenn scene: stars i love EJ literally my favourite

Dewey says: why do Ricky and EJ give off boyfriends energy every time they interact like you're standing so close together you're so comfortable around each other what is this. Also don't think i didn't see it was EJ pulling you back at the start of the episode like he's your bf

Ricky asking if miss Jenn is tired he's so sweet i love him but also i feel like Ricky's always having to be emotionally responsible for the adults in his life so it’s like habit now :(

When EJ was concerned about the wildcats finding out miss Jenn was there bc he doesn't want them to know he's struggling- i get that, especially bc if the person in charge doesn't have it all together everyone is freaked out, but like can someone tell him that it's okay for him to not have it all together bc he has way too much pressure on him, and that these are his friends so it's okay for them to know not everything's perfect. They can work on this together

I don't like miss Jenn and Mr Bowen it's wack get that away

Jet genuinely cheering kourt on? So cute. Like the little "you got this kourt" I wasn't sure about jet x kourt bc jetwen and also i love Howie and kourt but i could get on board with this. Like her calling his stuffed animal cute that was nice. But i think they would be a cute friendship anyway

"Richard !" And then her throwing the freaking rock at him and Ricky being so confused help 💀

The way Ricky kept looking at jet when he said he was a very committed man 👀👀👀👀

No this is so cute wait we're getting more portwell content

Also Ricky's out here helping everyone with their relationships, romantic and non romantic. Like yeah i get it this is for love triangle spice blah blah blah but i appreciate that Ricky was out here helping seblos with their big moment, and then jet and maddox with their relationship, and now with PW's little moment

Also Ricky guiding in EJ like why is the caswen content there though. The way Ricky looked at EJ. Also they're both wearing converse

STOP IT WHEN THEY WERE WAITING FOR THE FIREWORKS THE WAY EJ LOOKED AT GINA WAS SO SAD IM GOING TO THROW UP

why are they doing this to them

>:(

Also quick tangent i hate that fireworks are always a metaphor for whether a relationship is good or not in media bc some relationships are like fireworks but like Belly's mom says in tsitp some are like campfire some are more comforting and that's not a bad thing and it's just so dumb it's not an indicator of a good relationship i hate this

I get that it's a metaphor for there being sparks but we know portwell has chemistry and sparks why are they doing this hhhhh

No seriously the more I think about it the more Im so tired of the fireworks metaphor. Fireworks are not a necessary component of a relationship. Often you'll feel fireworks or butterflies or whatever but when you're more comfortable with a person and a relationship it feels comforting and right

DUDE WAIT THE FIREWORKS WITH THE VAL AND ASHLYN HUG 

Big red and her were cute if i was super invested in them I'd be mad but i like this and redlyn might stay together anyway this is just ash’s queer awakening 

That was such a cute moment even if it doesn't go anywhere bc Val's in college and all that it was still a nice little sapphic moment i appreciate it

JET COMING IN THE CABIN WHILE RICKYS CRYING ARE WE GOING TO GET A JETWEN MOMENT

guys you have no idea how much i would love if everything was a misdirect if Ricky got with jet and portwell figured themselves out oh my stars

Ricky calling jet a nightmare that was flirting

No Ricky that was so scary your face was so scary pls don't do a repeat of season 1 what was that

[starkerscoop]

PLS THE ‘would you ever write’ IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH YOU YOU CAN GENUINELY WRITE EVERYTHING JDJDNDNDN

hhhhh would you ever write…

tony as a tree and peter as his only leaf and they’re both scared the wind take peter away

You know I would 😏

This response is so late, I’m sorry!! I meant to keep working on this but atp I’ll leave it with the cliffhanger. Hope you’re doing well <33

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Tony, as a sapling, had wished for a plentiful bout of green leaves to grace his branches as he grew. He didn't get his wish, forced instead to watch the other saplings thicken and rise above him with leaves galore. Tony stood on his own, bare and cast aside, smaller and weaker than the rest. 

It was a sunny day when it happened. Tony felt an itch along one of his branches, the sensation unfamiliar and strange. It wouldn’t fade, the pressure steadily increasing as the weeks went by. Tony had grown accustomed to the feeling, but it made him uncomfortable to be ignorant as to what was going on with his own body.

By the time the feeling faded, Tony had grown just tall enough to see his reflection in the lake before him. He was startled to spot a vibrant leaf, small and perfect for his proportions, sprouting from one of his thin branches. 

Tony never grew any other leaves. The lack of greenery on his body made him cherish what he did have even more. In his eyes, Peter was perfection personified. 

The leaf treated Tony with reverence he had never experienced. They were each other’s sole companion. Tony faced more ridicule than before, now that the other trees knew that he had the ability to make leaves and could only form one. Somehow, that was worse than making none. 

Tony didn’t care. As long as Peter remained safe, whether it be from the elements or their peers, Tony would undergo anything thrown his way. 

He wasn’t prepared for nature to take him up on that. 

[sad-catra]

Ok I had a random thought while I was doing my rewatch that I feel the need to share so sorry if this is messy and doesn’t make a lot of sense I just had to get it out hhhhh

I was rewatching season one, and I realized how many scenes there are where Adora has to confront everything she left behind in the horde (not just Catra, but when Lonnie yells at her for leaving them, every time she has a memory of the horde, etc) she usually has a very brief emotional reaction and then quickly moves on. I’ve seen some people say this means she doesn’t care, but I think it means the exact opposite.

For her entire life, Adora has based not just her self worth, but her entire existence on what she can do for others. In the horde it was to become a force captain and liberate Etheria, in the rebellion it’s too defeat the horde and save the world. She knows that if she takes even a second to think about the things she left behind, it’ll be painful, and that pain will distract from her mission, which again, she sees as literally her only purpose in life. So naturally she bottles it all up and buries it deeeep inside her, refusing to think about it at all for fear of distracting herself and making her performance anything less than perfect.

Now to get even more emotional, I’m thinking about how she would handle all these feelings post season 5. Now that she doesn’t have these things to worry about, I feel like the bottle might pop and all the feelings she’s been suppressing for three years would come bursting out. You know how sometimes when a person misses someone for a really long time, and they’re finally reunited with them, they cry? I think Adora would have a delayed reaction like this.

I imagine her, not long after they defeat Horde Prime, going about her daily business and just suddenly bursting into tears for everything she’s lost. She has Catra back now, yes, but in a way she’s still feeling the pain of missing her that she never allowed herself to feel before. When Catra asks her what’s wrong, she just grabs her and and hides her face in her neck and clings to her, trying to get as much of her as possible to make up for all the time she spent missing her. Catra doesn’t question it, she just holds her close and whispers in her ear that she’s there for her, and she’s not going anywhere ❤️

[sanisse]

Oh let me TELL YOU, that edging & slow-burn orgasms are the absolute best. Hhhhh. And Elrond’s a master of them. 🥵 Also yES, Cel absolutely will change the pace sometimes and just sit right on his face. Like, that’s her seat. Sometimes Elrond needs to have his entire bottom half of his face covered in Celebrían’s cum (okay not sometimes, all the time). Cel is more than happy to oblige, especially since seeing Elrond stroke himself as he eats her out drives her WILD.

YEAH

God they’re perfect for each other.

(He really does like getting his face wet. 😏)