#this was so cute n fun to write

[birdwonder]

hi, i saw that you want requests! are you willing to write for female characters? if so, could you write something domestic and sweet with poison ivy? you can choose the specifics, i just love ivy and it's hard to find content for her!

domestic bliss | poison ivy

【 ♥ 】 ⸻ i 100% write for all genders ! whether its the s/o or the canon. poison ivy the beloved . . . <3

Nothing could beat this. Pefectly manicured nails dragged along whatever parts of your scalp could be reached, itching an non-existent scratch that would have you purring if you were a cat. Both seated on the couch, your head rested on Ivy's lap while the both of you stared at the TV screen before you. A man was yelling passionately about the news but you could hardly pay attention when all you could focus on was the woman giving you her time right now.

A cup of coffee was in Ivy's other hand, the actual cup green with ceramic vines covering it. You had found it at a charity shop and promptly gifted it to your girlfriend the next time you saw her, which earned a kiss on the cheek and praise for shopping sustainably. Who knew someone so dangerous could be so eco-friendly ? You suppoused that's what you loved about her. " You're kidding me, " Ivy hissed through her teeth, eyes narrowing at the image of a new industrial plant on the screen. You had heard something about coal or whatever and how they'd be taking down a part of a forest to make it. " Do those idiots ever learn ? Again and again I tell them to leave Mother Nature alone, and what do they do ? " " The opposite, " you chimed in, shifting so you could look up at her from her lap. A frown fell onto your lips when you saw her angered expression, wishing you could singlehandedly stop the industrial plant from being built. Ivy took a sip of her coffee while the hand that was once petting you curled into an angry fist. " Like hell I'd let them build that wasteland. First thing tomorrow, I'll make sure it never gets built. " The worst thing about not have kick-ass superpowers was that you had no real way of helping your girlfriend who did. Sure you could live a greener life and support her choices, but when it came to actually getting your hands dirty there was only so much you could do. Not to mention Ivy would never let you go with her, she said you were too soft and breakable but you knew she just didn't want to see you get hurt. Sitting up, you then moved yourself so that you were now sitting on her lap, which didn't bother her at all. Even with her powers, she still knew how to fight without them and in turn, her legs were strong enough to hold you. In fact she loved you sitting so close to her, the cup of coffee placed to the side so her arms could wrap around your waist. " You know I'll always support you babe, but what if you get hurt ? " The worry was plastered all over your face but it only made Ivy's perfectly red lips pull into a smile. You still can't believe you're dating someone as gorgeous as her. Ivy planted a kiss on your head, laughing softly, " trust me, I won't honey. I'll make sure I don't do enough to signal the big bad bat and I'll just scare them all into reconsidering. That's all. " You found that hard to believe, furrowing your brows a little but you knew nothing you could possibly say would deter her right now. So instead you lifted your head to plant a kiss onto her lips. It was meant to be short and sweet but that changed when she placed a hand onto the back of your head, deepending the kiss and even nipping your bottom lip. When you pulled away, you placed a hand on her cheek. " Just don't get thrown into Arkham, ok ? " " Mmh, as if I'd let them, " she hummed smoothly, already bending down to snag another kiss. She wasn't the only one with intoxicating kisses. Your arms wrapped around her neck as you both let the TV run and her coffee go cold.

[yayll]

omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

[lale-txt]

now that i put my Akaashi fic on semi-hiatus my brain keeps begging me to write more Kuroo and i’m afraid i might give in to that

[nonranghaes]

mark hears your giggling before he ever sees you. it felt weird being at this party without you, but now that he hears you, so satisfied with whatever plans you'd strung together with his friends... he finds himself giddy with excitement. donghyuck tells him to stop looking for you quickly, acting as though you hadn't given yourself away.

he hears your voice before anyone else joins in: "haaaappy birthday to you..."

and then he sees you, carrying a cake with lit candles. the rest joins in, and mark's smiling harder than before. he sees the way the light reflects in your eyes as you make your way forward, leading the charge. he knows the cake in your hands is homemade, too, because you'd been casually asking him little questions for weeks now. what flavor he'd want, the colors, any decorations...

you could have literally bought him a crummy store-bought cupcake and he'd love you as much as he does now.

you set the cake down in front of him, and for a moment, he just wants to quickly kiss you before going back to the party. but he feels the way you lean in for a second, giving him a lingering kiss on the cheek.

"happy birthday, cutie," you giggle, "i love you."

he doesn't say it back--not now. not unless he wants to get teased by his friends for how in love with you he really is. when he says it to you later, you just smile and give him this cheeky "i know."

"all i have to do is look at you to know," you tease, stealing a kiss from him during this quiet moment the two of you have together. you giggle, leaning against him when he curls an arm around you. "no wonder your friends tease you so much."

(and his subsequent giggles say it loud and proud, too: he adores you with everything he is.)

[dolokhoded]

my one season 4 complaint is Where The Fuck Was Aneesa

[mercillery]

The Damnatio one was EVERYTHING oh my gosh I am so happy you took my request it's a drought for him ngl!! If you're down, could you write some headcanons for him with a super excitable social and friendly partner? And kinda how others would view them? I don't wanna overwhelm you with requests though so if you do it don't worry about how much or little you write I just love your writing so much for him and would love to see more!!

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: AAAAAA thank you so much anon <333 Don’t worry about overwhelming me, I usually have little to no requests lol. This one was a little short, but I hope it’s still to your liking as well 🙂‍↕️❤️

Absolutely no one had a clue that you and Damnatio were dating until your extroverted self decided to make the announcement. Your circle of friends and acquaintances were used to your lively, open nature, but the news left them in utter disbelief and maybe even horror. The idea of the stern, stoic Damnatio being in a relationship with someone as sunny and sociable as you was definitely not a believable one. Initially, most people thought you were joking or perhaps suffering from an intense crush that led you to concoct this wild story. They couldn’t wrap their heads around the contrast between your vibrant personality and Damnatio’s composed and intimidating demeanor. The mere suggestion of you two as a couple was met with scoffs and dismissive chuckles, thinking you just had a big fat crush on him. I assume that one day, the gossip and skepticism reached a peak one day when someone, out of sheer curiosity and a hint of disbelief, decided to approach Damnatio directly. With a mix of nervousness and curiosity, they asked him if he was actually dating you or not. To which Damnatio confirms he was in fact dating you.

Everyone in the room right now: 😮😯😦😧🫢

From that day on, you and Damnatio became the center of numerous conversations, much to his growing annoyance. It seemed like every social gathering and workplace chat had turned into a speculation fest about your relationship. Damnatio, who cherished his privacy, found the sudden attention and intrusive questions particularly irritating. He couldn’t fathom why everyone was making such a fuss over his personal life or why they felt entitled to pry into it. With that being said, the constant barrage of dramatic reactions and endless questions starts getting on his nerves—but he manages to keep it together. People approached him with an almost morbid curiosity, asking about every little detail of your relationship. It wasn’t just the questions themselves, but the persistent and invasive nature of them, that grated on his nerves. When he finally saw you again, his first concern was for your well-being. He first asks if people have been pestering you with questions, genuinely concerned about how you are handling the situation. As you sheepishly admitted that you were the one who had made the announcement, he couldn’t help but inwardly facepalm. He had suspected you as much, given your open and expressive nature. But he wasn’t angry with you or anything—just fed up with the sudden spotlight on him and you. Honestly, even if your actions sometimes leave him wondering how he would ever keep up with you, he knew he wouldn’t trade you for anything. <3

But anyway, onto the more general stuff in the relationship...

Whenever you and Damnatio take a stroll outside, your lively nature inevitably leads to spontaneous conversations with friends you bump into along the way. Each time, Damnatio stands there in silent exasperation, a stark contrast to your animated chatter. It's almost comical how he just stands there, awkward and out of place, like someone who’s been dragged into a social situation they’d rather avoid. Have you ever been friends with someone who is popular or just exceptionally talkative, and you find yourself tagging along? Then, suddenly, they strike up a conversation with someone else, leaving you to awkwardly stand by because you don’t know the other person? That’s precisely how Damnatio feels during these encounters. He stands quietly, not knowing the people you're chatting with—yet he endures it with resigned patience. Despite the slight awkwardness and his internal sighs of exasperation, he isn’t truly annoyed. It’s more of a mild exhaustion from trying to keep pace with your boundless energy and sociability. As you talk to your friend, completely oblivious to Damnatio’s predicament, your friend can’t help but notice the way Damnatio looks at you. Though his expression remains neutral, there's a softness in his eyes as he watches you—a look that speaks volumes. He listens intently to your every word, and his love for you is evident in the way he focuses on you, even in the midst of these impromptu social interactions. Your friend sees the subtle signs: the way Damnatio's eyes never leave you, the slight relaxation in his posture when he’s by your side—it’s truly an endearing sight—not that they’d ever call Damnatio out like that though.

Honestly? Damnatio might just be learning a thing or two from your happy-go-lucky nature. Your approachability, liveliness, and friendliness are traits he’s come to admire and, perhaps subconsciously, emulate when you’re around. While he’s naturally more reserved and stoic, he makes a conscious effort to be just a tiny bit less indifferent and more engaging in his interactions, at least when you’re by his side. It’s a subtle change, but it’s there. When he’s with you, he finds himself slightly softening, allowing your warmth to influence his usually composed demeanor. It's not that he transforms completely, but your presence gives him the courage to step just a little outside his comfort zone. The truth is, it’s only when you’re around that he genuinely feels a bit more relaxed and at ease. Your ability to effortlessly connect with others is something he deeply respects and tries to incorporate into his own behavior, even if it’s in small ways.

During dates, it's common for you to eagerly pick out where you'd like to go before Damnatio even gets a chance to suggest a place. These moments don't turn into arguments but rather small mini-debates that have become a ritual between you two. It's almost predictable how these debates unfold: despite your enthusiasm and creative suggestions, you often end up losing and going where he wants to go. After all, with his extensive experience in various courts and his participation in countless debates and arguments, he's hard to beat. However, the places Damnatio chooses are always worth the compromise. He prefers quiet, intimate spots with little to no people around, where the two of you can enjoy each other's company without any distractions. These serene settings, whether they are quiet cafes or hidden gardens, become the perfect backdrop for your dates. The peace and privacy allow for deeper conversations and a stronger connection, making every moment spent together feel special. Though, if I’m being completely honest, he often selects elegant, fancy restaurants for dates and reserves one of the tables outside. Under the serene light of the moon, with the night sky as your backdrop, these dinners become enchanting experiences. Despite his preference for planning, Damnatio always makes sure you get your turn in choosing the location as well. After he decides on a spot, he lets you pick the next one. This way, your dates become a balanced blend of his calm, secluded choices and your vibrant, lively ones.

Now, when it’s your turn to choose the location, things get pretty chaotic. In a good way. Maybe not so much in a good way for Damnatio, but he doesn’t have the heart to turn you down. Besides, it's your turn to pick, and he’s willing to give anything a shot if it means making you happy. This often means heading to places teeming with people and buzzing with energy, like carnivals, amusement parks, beaches, arcades, museums, and so much more. Your lively and energetic nature often leads you to choose the most exhilarating spots, and you have a particular fondness for roller coasters. Can you imagine it? Can you picture Damnatio, the epitome of stern and collected, navigating the chaos of an amusement park with you, his stoic expression unyielding even as he’s dragged from one thrill ride to the next? By the end of the day, he’s thoroughly exhausted from the countless roller coasters, the dizzying spins of the teacup rides, and the sugary overload of cotton candy you kept insisting he try. Which he did. But only because you may or may not have shoved it down his throat. Throughout these adventures, he likely keeps a straight face, his eyes only widening in surprise when the rides get particularly intense. It’s almost amusing how he maintains his calm demeanor amid the excitement and chaos you thrive in. He might be silently counting down the hours until the day ends, but he never complains. Your joy and enthusiasm are infectious, and he can’t help but be swept along in your wake. On the way home, despite being utterly drained, he glances over at you, your big smile radiating satisfaction from the day’s activities. That bright, contagious smile of yours makes everything worth it. Even though he’s tired, he knows it was all worthwhile to see you so happy. The outings might’ve left him hella drained, but they also left him with cherished memories and a deeper appreciation for the contrast you bring to his world.

So even if it means enduring a bit of chaos and exhaustion, Damnatio knows it’s a small price to pay for the happiness and love you bring into his life. ❤️❤️❤️

If you’re wondering how the tea cup rides look, they look like this: 

I was giggling for a good few minutes imagining him on a teacup ride lolol😭

[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew

[trollbreak]

Have you considered. Eiteth Appari baby. 🐛

I think when ur mom is a goop based shapeshifter um. Ur appearance can be kinda shifty and inconsistent. But i also think this grub gives u the most affectionate little chomps

[headkiss]

tagged by my love @bruisedboys 🫶🫶🫶

your favorite: movie, hobby, animal, character, color, place, season, song/album, food !

coraline, reading, cats, amy march, sage green, the lake, fall, folklore by taylor swift, burritos !!!

no pressure tags :D @ghostlyfleur @inkluvs @lilacletter @katsu28 @sexybabystevie and anyone who wants to do it!

[aureatchi]

me not writing bcz of THIS DISTRACTION (look at dazai awee sjsjnsjs):

[veintrry]

heart to heart.

wanderer x gn!reader. slight angst, death mentions, sugar-rotting fluff, romance, couples being couples, they have known each other for a long time, wanderer is referred to as kuni by reader, he's bad at expressing his emotions directly but he tries. possibly ooc? but he's just rlly in love imo

an: HAPPY VALENTINE!!! i had to make the hard choice of denying angst on vday. it's okay, i sprinkled some in. also ofc, inspired

The last thing Wanderer was skilled at was romance. That by no means meant he was clueless, he has existed long enough to see what is considered love and what isn't change. He's gotten to witness these social displays of affection and yet, he never understood where they stem from. It turns out, the answer was beyond words. Lucky for him, he was always better at acting on his emotions.

There was no reason for anyone to explain Valentines day. Everyone knew it, everyone. In fact, so many did that Wanderer was beginning to think there is a specific disease that spreads and makes everyone lovesick on this specific day. I mean, really, a day to spoil your loved one? The thing that is astounding to him wasn't it having a day, but rather the fact it was only one day like this isn't meant to be something you do every day.

If you only display such things on this day only without shame then that just seems depressing. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't the kind to go grabbing your hands, or to give you an obnoxiously large gift for everyone and you to witness, but he knows you liked small things, like walking particularly close to him, staying beneath his hat, your fingers grazing each others as you walked, teasing him till he clutches your hand, scoffing at your behaviour. But you knew he liked it; You knew he liked you.

But, I guess this is a proper day for him to reflect, right? To look back on everything?

-

You two were very different people, that has always been evident, but similar to now, you two found an odd connection, though it was hard to discover. He wasn't exactly the easiest to get along with, he knows that, but you stuck around. You stuck around and bothered him. You're still here to do that now. Why? He doesn't know. But he feels it.

You were just someone who wanderers about from time to time outside of your average life. If you could escape the normalcy and routine of life, you did, that's what lead you to him. To your endless days of a new kind of life, one that doesn't pass with time, because such a thing is erased with the existence of one another.

Conversation was awkward at first, only because he would be so reluctant to answer you, and yet you'd patiently stare at him. You aren't an idiot, you weren't oblivious to how harsh he'd be, how he'd push you away, but you'd like to believe you are someone who persists in things that are good. And to you, he felt wonderful.

So, he eased up on you. He didn't regret it, no, not one bit. He started waiting for you, expecting you, recognising the sound of your footsteps. Warmth had become a foreign thing to him, till your embrace became more prominent. Each day, he'd hear the rushing steps of your genta's hitting the ground, he turns to you, he sees your smile, and you pull him in. He always sighed, pretending to be annoyed, commenting about how affectionate you are; Did you miss him that much? ..Did you?

He only ever asked you that once. What he expected was you brushing it off, but you admitted it outright. "I feel lost when I'm not with you." Those words stuck with him, and on that moment he felt something in particular. He had become accustomed to you, understanding his emotions from previous experiences, but this felt different, like an awakening, as if, somehow, in some way, this foggy path of life had been cleared up. You were the one still thing in it, you weren't something he passed by on this path, you weren't his end destination, you were someone who came along the way, and he hoped you'd be there to the end.

The end? Right. You're a mortal. 'The end'? Seriously, what's wrong with him? Ha. So stupid. Stupid.

You'd die before then.

He told you, what he is. You treat him like any normal human being. But, you never bring up death. It's something he knows to avoid with you. It contrasts you, it's cold, deathly cold, much like him. He shouldn't dwell, you wouldn't like that. Still, how can he help it? He loves you. How is he meant to accept that not only will he lose you, but he will have to live with that forever, for eternity. You are his eternity, you make him feel like he can last forever, like another hundred years won't hurt, like a thousand years is nothing. How can he do it without you?

...

You two linked together perfectly, you were rough around the edges, but when you clicked the snap only proved the realisation that dawned upon you two; this sense of completion.

If he doesn't have you, who's going to -

"Kuni!" Oh. Have you come, to break him from his slumber once more?

Your voice is cheery as always, it reminds him how he had to adjust to your greetings before. Maybe he never realised you sounded like that because of him.

He knew you'd come to him, hence why he remained in your teapots realm, strolling around the garden, freshly grown plump fruits, bushes with roses and prickly thorns. You really gave life to everything around you. The trees stretched towards the sky, their branches sprouting like the patterns of their winter leaves. This realm was beyond time, the weather could change with a mere flick of a finger, and yet you chose to stay true to the world outside, choosing to live day by day abiding by these rules. You must like knowing how much time you two spend together with the seasons passing. Wanderer turns his head to you, watching as you run up to him, that same old smile still stuck to your face after all these years. His arm outstretched as his fingers graze the petals of the pure white flowers from the dogwood tree.

Your arms wrap around his right one, pulling him closer, and he can feel your body heat. It reassures him. "Were you just wandering here? You looked deep in thought." Offering you a small smile, he hums. Only you got to see such an unconditionally genuine appearance such as this, his gaze brimming with love that transcends words. You could tell he was particularly happy today, very happy. "Did I now?"

"You did!" God, how much he likes you.

"I was just...thinking of something, that's all." He plucks one of the flowers by its stem. To tell you his thoughts, to expose himself to you. You know he cares, but he's better at showing his love in ways other than words. "Don't make it a secret." An exasperated sigh leaves him, scolding you, "You're so impatient." Turning to you, his hand reaches behind your ear, tucking the flower inbetween the strands of your hairs.

"It was you." He reaches for one of your hands, holding it in his palm as he inches closer to you.

Kissing the top of your hand, his eyes never breaking away from yours as the leaves surround the both of you, the winds swaying your hair lightly, and life seems much more simpler when he knows you're there with him.

"Just you."

Who wouldn't want to do this every day?

[wooahaes]

out of curiosity: did u guys like when i did like... unit fics (3racha, 97z line, perf unit, etc) last october? i think ill do them again either way because i enjoyed writing stuff that could be platonic (or interpreted in a poly way for anyone who wants to interpret it tht way!!) but id def like to know if other ppl enjoyed them too :3

[rinhaler]

Good morning ppl 🩷

[todayisafridaynight]

there's only two things on this godless fuck of an earth i care about and one of them is kazumaji and the other is minedai which means half the time i am eating well and thriving and living my best life and the other half of the time i am clinging to your blog like a lifebuoy and devouring anything even slightly minedai related i see so what i'm saying is thank you for existing and doing what you do, it keeps me sane

my god you really are starving i'm so sorry my sweet summer child i'll do my best to take care of you. very happy to have you around Very Joyed to hear i can keep you afloat my brother

[licantropa]

“What do you mean you don’t remember your favorite dessert?” Sonja puts her spoon down, leaving her slice of cake untouched.

Capsize takes another spoonful of the red velvet slice in front of her and chews. She shrugs as she eats, forcing Sonja to sit there and wait for an explanation.

“I mean just that,” She forgoes the cake this time and coats her spoon entirely with pink frosting and heart shaped sprinkles. “Lots of things I don’t really know anymore. This is real good, Fox.” She covers her mouth as she talks.

“Thank you, glad to know you’re a connoisseur of good taste.” Sonja leans forward, the wood countertop restricts her from getting any closer to the woman sat across from her. “But there must be something?”

Capsize settles her spoon down on her plate, sits back putting her hand on her chin, and hums in thought.

“Spark makes these apple tarts that—“

“No!”

“No?”

“No. Ruxmor food does not count!” Sonja’s very sure that if she checked any cookbook from this realm, historical or recent, she’ll find the recipe to apple tarts right after apple pie. She’s also sure that her quick shut down to Capsizes statement lies more with a particular person than the actual pastry itself.

She’s gone quiet. They both have. Oh Sonja’s ruined the mood hasn’t she? Capsize lets out a shaky sigh. Fuck, she has.

“I like your cake…?” She sounds uncertain.

“That doesn’t count either, you should have more to compare it to. A wide variety of options.” It’s her turn to think, it really doesn’t take her long to think of a solution. Especially, not from a problem as easy to fix as this one.

“We’ll figure out you’re favorite dessert!”

“We?”

“Yeah, means you’ll have to come around more often.” Sonja doesn’t wait for Capsize’s response, as she takes her first bite from the cake slice. It is good, but she could definitely have done better.

“Okay. I’ll hold you to it, lass.”

[bangcakes]

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