#x-blue-spring-x

[x-blue-spring-x]

Reincarnated Sukuna who vowed to take a different path this time, but ended up falling into the bad boy vibe trap because it lures him like a moth to the flame. Suits him too.

Reincarnated Sukuna with his vibrant pink hair, symmetrical nose rings and vivid black tattoos, so utterly unafraid of standing out, but still hoping to find a place for himself all the same.

Reincarnated Sukuna who loves music above all else, plays it obnoxiously loudly through his headphones at every opportunity, plasters the walls of his apartment with his favourite album covers, ripped jeans and band tees that fit him like a glove.

Reincarnated Sukuna who isn’t necessarily the kind of man you want to introduce to your parents, coarse and dry humoured, acerbic wit accompanying his punk exterior. It would be enough to make your mother faint.

Reincarnated Sukuna who spends hours wandering around at night absorbing the city, watching the sun sink low between tower blocks while he craves the wide open spaces of the countryside.

Reincarnated Sukuna who feeds the birds on his fire escape every morning, finding pleasure in their sweet songs before the sound of traffic humming on the streets below him starts up. Who scowls at anyone who disturbs him.

Reincarnated Sukuna who makes friends with a stray tom cat, one with chunks missing from its ears and half a tail. Occasionally they can be seen moving through the streets together, Sukuna has even been known to offer the cat an earphone to listen to Slayer.

Reincarnated Sukuna who finds his feline friend injured one day, limping on a paw that looks painful, meowing loudly.

Reincarnated Sukuna who ends up in the vet office you work at, shooting you a devilish grin across the counter as he asks who your favourite band is.

Reincarnated Sukuna who, despite his tough exterior, thanks you for fixing up his kitty with a reasonably sweet smile.

Reincarnated Sukuna who rocks up at your door hours after closing time, insisting that he educates you on the very best of metal, black roses in one hand and the cat purring under one arm.

You don’t question the guy with red eyes about how he found your address.

[bluerosefox]

Portal Passage

Anther DPxDC idea (it can be either turn into future Dead on Main or Anger Management, I'm not picky)

With Toddler!Damian~

So

When Jason was being 'trained' by the LOA in a fit of Pit Madness he somehow manged to stumble upon a toddler Damian in the base when he fought his current 'teacher' and fell into Damian's own training room at the time he was training.

Jason, even in a Pit Rage episode and not yet fully 'trained' out of his Robin teaching and his own (deeply buried) morals of protecting children, see's a toddler being trained with a legit sword and see's some of the wounds and cuts the kid has on himself from the training. He does not take it well and in a fit, fights the other teacher and gathers Damian into his arms.

This leads to Jason, in half coherent and half Pit Madness, to try to escape with Damian in his arms and get the heck out of the League with assassins at his heels.

However the fight eventually ends up with them near the Pits itself and in a single wrong move the two fall in.

The two do not resurface.

-x-x-

It was a normal day in Amity Park.

As normal as Amity Park could be to be honest.

When one of the Fenton siblings came down to clean the lab for the day when the protal suddenly flared up and for the lack of better words spat out a teen around their age and a toddler.

Both passed out on the lab floor.

[shinyeclair]

🎨 Lady Spring art by ninegiri (Vgen) & Sans awful one by me 💙 Crossbones belongs to @tsunderswapofficial ❤️ Papyrus's sprites edit by me

[beargyufairy]

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

This is canon btw

[annoyingvoidzombie]

The Best Thing I Saw, Enjoy It 💙

[oddlypurpleghosts]

This is gonna be one hell of a gay summer 🤩🤩🥳

[charstoppers]

august was made for the gays and the gays ONLY

[shoujo-dump]

Ao Haru Ride

[the--last-great-american-dynasty]

i think it's interesting that almost all the most popular mlm media right now is focused on the trope of a boy who knows he's gay x a most likely bisexual boy who doesn't realize he's bisexual until the other boy comes around. like, it's everywhere. heartstopper with nick and charlie. red, white, and royal blue with henry and alex. young royals with simon and wilhelm. and dead boy detectives with edwin and charles and stranger things with mike and will, even though they aren't canon (yet!!!!).

i don't actually have any conclusion about this, but i still think it's interesting that this seems to be the most prominent trope rn.

[lily-s-world]

[cr4yolaas]

blue spring — teach me!

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he's sitting across from her on the floor, the fluff of the carpet sticking to his bare legs. she hasn't spoken a word to him since she welcomed him into her bedroom, and already, he fears he's done something wrong.

slowly, she scrolls up and down on her laptop, the screen illuminating each curvature on her face. he watches as she thumbs the enter button aggressively, her brows furrowed and the corner of her bottom lip captured between her teeth. "what concepts are you struggling with?" she questions absentmindedly, her attention still directed towards her computer.

he details each topic, some dating as far back as the first semester. the sigh that escapes her lips makes him subconscious. he bites the inside of his cheek to compose himself.

she nods along, an attempt to prove that she is, in fact, listening to him. her eyes scan the screen rapidly, and when he finishes his ramblings, she closes her laptop a little too quickly. a quiet curse slips out from under her breath.

"how do you best learn?" she asks him, and this time, her eyes are locked with his.

"um... visually? like, through examples?"

again, she nods, and signals for him to open his notebook.

and then it begins.

he's observant, his attention on each step and diagram she crafts for him. her handwriting is horribly neater than his. he can't stop focusing on how fast she's writing, but regardless, he does his best to follow.

she pauses for a moment, her pen lifting off of the page. her head tilts towards his, and he can feel her gaze on his skin. "am i going too fast? you can tell me to slow down."

"yeah, please."

and so, she lowers her pace. his notes are becoming clearer, and slowly, he's beginning to understand. her voice becomes softer, and softer, and softer, until it's just barely a whisper against his cheek. kageyama doesn't realize how close they are, with their backs hunched over their notebooks, until a wisp of her hair brushes against his face. suddenly, he can't focus.

he nearly jumps at the way she drops her pen to her side before leaning back against her arms. "that's enough for today," she muses, and he can only nod in agreement. her notebook comes to a close, and he follows suit. silently, he packs his bag, his eyes glancing around her room as he does so. there are clothes strewn beneath her bed, and countless papers splayed across her desk. a canvas sits in the corner, neither blank nor full -- all that she's painted is a bland, gray background. he chooses not to question it.

she doesn't send him off, only sparing him a gentle farewell before he leaves. yachi hands him a bag of cookies with a smile. the other two won't stop looking at him.

when he finally leaves the apartment, kageyama unleashes a heavy breath.

𝜗𝜚 when kageyama came home he was pacing around with the cookies still in his hands

𝜗𝜚 the jacket kageyama left at yn's place was from his senior year at karasuno

𝜗𝜚 yn was actually so out of it for most of the session. her brain was on autopilot cuz she doesn't normally have guests over unless its forced upon her by her friends

𝜗𝜚 kageyama lowk thought she was weird as fuck for having a random gray canvas in her room but he's too blinded by his love for mysterious nonchalant and offputting people

𝜗𝜚 tsukki and yams were semi-cuddling semi-arguing on the couch before kags came out so they judged him in silence. poor guy did a walk of shame out of the house

[x-blue-spring-x]

Nanami Kento who swore he’d never care about anyone again. The pain of their departure is far too deep, swirling ripples in a lake that never seem to end, a void left in their wake that can’t be filled. Haibara’s voice still rings in his ears sometimes at night, when the hum of the city ceases and his apartment is still.

Nanami Kento who keeps everyone and everything at arms length. Discipline will rescue him from further hurt, the regimented dullness of routine is all he needs to preserve his inner peace.

Nanami Kento who’s irrationally irritated by you at first, so carefree, giving your smiles and laughs away easily. Sticking an arm through the elevator door, so he’s forced to press buttons to open them and prevent you hurting yourself.

Nanami Kento who sees you every single day riding the lift to your floor. Who is forced to contemplate coming into the office earlier just to avoid you and your sunlit grin.

Nanami Kento who is entirely sick of your small talk, your attempts to be polite. He ignores you, but you’re undeterred, wearing your heart on your sleeve so foolishly.

Nanami Kento who notices immediately when you don’t come into work one day, who feels the loss of your presence acutely in the empty enclosed space of the lift. It’s too quiet, far too quiet.

Nanami Kento who has the worst shift possible and who refuses to acknowledge that’s because he hasn’t had your playful banter today.

Nanami Kento who most certainly doesn’t track you down that night for his own selfish reasons. That would be improper. He’s just checking you’re not dead.

Nanami Kento who realises you have the flu.

Nanami Kento who arranges for a care package to be sent to your door when you’re feeling utterly exhausted, complete with a small posey of sunflowers that match the earrings you wear so often.

Nanami Kento who’s quietly relived when you take your usual spot next to him in the elevator on Monday.

Nanami Kento who accepts the slip of paper with your phone number on it, folding the sheet and keeping it in the pocket of his suit that sits over his heart.

[vaamins]

It’s been years since the failed plasma star vessel incident and satoru likes to believe he’s gotten over it. That he’s unmoved and unchanged by it, that despite the great loss he suffered, he’s still the same Satoru as before.

Some days, he is grabbing the hair on his head and trying to rip it off and get to his brain to stop the influx of memories he doesn’t want to remember from surging him and ultimately, drowning him.

Other days, hand in hand with you, he feels like he’s on top of the world and that nothing could bring him down.

It is only when he finds himself in the aquarium involuntarily, his feet on autopilot having took him there by instinct, and he’s walking around the glass dome of sea creature watching as big and small, large and thin fish swim by, that he remembers riko amanai.

Her Image in his brain has become fuzzy with time. Her once vibrant dark blue hair is a dull black, and her eyes—he’s forgotten what colour they used to look like. But he remembers her peering up at the fish all those years ago. The life in her eyes having been long snuffed out.

Its on days where he’s reminded of her that satoru realises he has been changed. Regardless if he can’t remember her face, she’s tucked into the crevices of his mind, always appearing in memories of his blue spring lost, and she re-emerges from the depths of his mind.

Not to haunt him no. He knows riko wouldn’t haunt anyone, but she stands as a reminder of what satoru couldn’t save and, curse him, he hates her for it.

She’s an immovable object. A constant alarm, blaring in his brain of the one he couldn’t save. Because as much as satoru would like to say he and suguru were the same, their difference were too large to go unnoticed.

But some days, like now, when it is summer, and the wind is a slight breeze ruffling his white hair, the sun shining down on everything, and he’s kicking his feet in the water of the beach. He remembers her again. But she isn’t dull and devoid of colour, this time, she is bright and wonderful. A reminder once again, that life could be good.

Satoru, turns at the sound of his students behind him, calling for him to come back and get some food. He gazes at them fondly, and it is only then that he sees how far he has come and theirs one thing he can admit as he walks towards them, leaving riko amanai behind.

That he was changed. That he still hasn’t gotten over it, just yet. But he is working on it, and he smiles to himself as his students swarm him, complaining about something he doesn’t know.

He knows it as he gazes into your eyes. You stand under the shade of a tree, smiling at him. All love and adoration. You’ve always been there, and you would always be there. And though it may be a long journey, he knows he can move on from what was riko amanai and what should’ve been suguru geto. He knows he can, with you by his side.

And so he moves from his students and envelops you into his arms, breathing in your scent and satoru leans into your embrace. And for the first time in forever, he feels as if he can finally let go.

© VNUSOKI 24 do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work.

[shinyeclair]

Happy trio ~ Art by the adorable @maxbruiser Template @HL0428

[stopper-my-heart]

Even their straws are blue and yellow

[binary-bfs]

gonna watch heartstopper and rwrb again because I need to feel something😌