#zuzu speaks

[mullet--head]

I just realized you guys have never witnessed my mha madness

[yourturntosimp]

waaaahhh is ur blog still alivee??

little bit 🤏

[yourturntosimp]

IT IS TIME .

EVERYONE HOLD ON TO YOUR FUCKING SOCKS

[strawberryblondie-locks]

what if it was all a dream guys. no? ok...have these as a treat

[tiredgremlintime]

HAPPY LULU/RURI AND RIN REUNION DAY

Here’s to meeting old and new friends!

[merakiui]

YES, SIR. ANYTHING FOR YOU, MR. FISHMONEY34!!!!!!!!!

[hsr-texts]

@zuzu-the-simp replied to your post “hooray! i finished the prologue finally :D it's...”:

omg you're filo too? 🥹🫶

​yep! filo born and raised RAAAAAAA

[aquaticcryptid]

A bunch of Splatoon sketches of varying quality! So help me I will draw them all someday.

Heavy inspo. for Ikkan's design is from @/teethflavoured :3

[keiyaku-tako]

Firstly, as amphibians live part of their lives underwater, they are acceptable.

Similarly, there are many snails that live in oceans, and most that live on land also can't be classified solely as "terrestrial creatures." So...

Thirdly, please do not call me Zuzu.

And I wonder. We may never find out.

@blanketorghost

[twstgameplay]

I want so badly to reach SS 😭😵‍💫 Is there any way to raise my score?

Dorm Leona and Dorm Riddle are maxed with spells 10/10

Gala Leona and Dorm Vil has spell 2 lvl 10

Camp Ruggie has spells 5/9 (I’ll get him to 10 before the exam ends)

All other SSRs have a variation of spell levels 5-7 (at least lvl 5 for every spell). I have every SR and variety of friends that have maxed cards!

Uwah so close!

I'd say try your luck with Omni since your Riddle and Leona are maxed then add their respective duo partners. But if you don't want to test your luck, here are other tests you can raise:

For Flora Defense, go with

Halloween Silver

Dorm Riddle

Dorm Jade

Dorm Floyd

SUPPORT: Halloween Silver

For Fire Defense, you can try:

Dorm Azul

Dorm Jade

FG Leona

FG Kalim

SUPPORT: Dorm Azul

~ 🐙

[shieldandarrow]

Rotating around the idea of Zu’zu getting tattoos as someone themselves who chronically gets tattoos.

Most of the time he wears clothes that covers his arms and legs, so it'd be less of a vanity piece and more something for himself, carrying his memories and experiences on his person.

Aside from the archon tattoos, I think Zu’zu has yellow carnations for Haurchefant, a snowflake for Ysayle, a pickaxe for Minfilia, and other little mementos for people he's lost. I think it's a collage down his leg, little things he keeps for himself.

That being said, I don't think Zu’zu takes to inking his memories until his time in the First. I think someone from the Night's Blessed does traditional needle poke tattoos and Zu’zu gets what is predicted to have been the pattern of stars overhead on the day he was born, as is custom. After that, it's just a slowly building collection.

Outside of the WOL/Scion AU, I think Zu’zu is selective with his artwork. It's on his upper arms, thighs, back, things he can cover easily and, when he can't, he's picked up ways of casting minor glamors to disguise it. It's a mark of trust to show them off and so rarely happens.

I think his first instinct is something meaningful and profound, so he gets three bands of musical stanzas around his thigh for each of the riffs he plays in battle. Then it's a little less meaningful and it's more pretty. He gets sunflowers painted down his bicep because the yellow stands out so brilliantly against his skin. After that, he too collects memories for those he's lost and those he's gained, places he's been, and things he's done.

His favorite by far paw prints up the back of his calf from the first cat he ever owned, lovingly named Binks.

[yourturntosimp]

psssst.....check the pinned post on the blog! there's something new there >:)

[katsukikitten]

HELLO ITS ME I NEED HIM YOUR FUCKING HONOR

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ creep;; a big one too! he's dreamy though. . .

wc;; ~500

Like said before, he already knows what you need from him when he’s fully cognizant, so there should be no surprise he keeps track of you. In a cute way? 

It’s weird, sure, but also so intimate, you feel so close to him. In the beginning, he texts you when you wake from a nap asking how it was thought you said nothing about it. Or after you make cookies, he’s on his way over, and he’s teasing you to leave him some. When you kept hovering around him and he asked you to give him a few more seconds to finish reading a document, before forfeiting and cuddling you until you slept.

It evolves into much more. 

That one time he was away and he called you just to tell you how to fuck yourself, not that you can’t, just that if feels better when someone else it telling you how to. Everytime he knows how you want to just be kissed, paying no mind to his obvious arousal or the way you squirmed like you needed it. No, it’s kissing because you want to get to that dizzy state where you want kiss after kiss after kiss, humping to take the edge off to go right back to locking lips, giggling inbetween.

He makes it easy and hard to exist around him.

You hug him when he gets back in and he asks you quietly after several hot kisses if you need his help with something. Getting off maybe? You don’t touch yourself like he does and he already knows you’re craving his touch, even though he’d only left out to get take-out. 

A whine leaves your throat when he suggests what you were thinking. You feel his lips curl into that little half-smile you love and kiss at. You want him badly.

“Need me, baby?” you’re so shy about it, it makes him meek in turn. “You. . . you know I always want you right?” he whispers. You nod, “just tell me then. . . you hate it when you’re unsatisfied, I know that much.” he sets down your udon, hand coming to rest on your lower back to tug you closer. He strokes there, smiling at you with the tiniest crease between his brows. “You’re always itchy in your skin when you can’t get it right. . .” your mouth almost falls open, he knows so much about you. You squeeze at his sides, fitting your leg between his and hold back on digging your hips into his scantly. He feels it, pushing himself into you and smiling when you have to bite your lip.

“You still need me?”

You nod, kissing his heart over the fabric of his shirt and leaning away to look into shaded green eyes. 

“Speak up for Izuku please, baby.” his hand raises, fingers catching your bottom lip and pulling down. Use your words, let him know, he loves explicit consent. Enthusiastic consent that matches his own. It drives him up the wall. 

“Mm, yeah I still need ya’.”

“Show me where you need to be touched. I’ll take care of you, angel. I swear.”

You know.

[tiredgremlintime]

YGO Rare Pair Week 2024 Day 2: Dreams|Dancing|Idol

@ygorarepairweek

“Aoi, lets accomplish our dreams, together!”

Here’s day 2! I thought these prompts were perfect for Aoi and Yuzu so I drew them! They’re talking about their dreams here!

[luvvyouforever]

my girlfriend (wife) is a witch - sdv harvey x reader

-> in which our beloved small town doctor falls in love with the new resident who just so happens to own a black cat, offer tarot readings in her farmhouse, and loves nothing more than a full moon.

-> not an accurate depiction of witches, just something fun, short, and sweet, harvey's a cutie patootie!

"so, this card seems to be say that your business is gonna take off, which is strange considering your only available pool of patients is about thirty people who all already have yearly appointments booked."

harvey let out a deep chuckle, one that came from the pit of his stomach and traveled up through his chest. to the left of him was a stack of tarot card decks, with crystals stacked on top of those. to his right was an steadily flowing stick of incense that surrounded the backyard patio in a soft haze of lavender.

"maybe the citizens of zuzu will start making their way out here just to see lil' ole me," he said. his fingers toyed with the edge of one of the cards displayed on the table.

you shrugged your shoulders and began to shuffle your deck again, searching for another card. "you never know! the cards once said that lewis and marnie were secretly together and look what happened there! you can't doubt 'em."

harvey chuckled again then, remembering the moment you had bursted into the farmhouse, screaming about finding lewis's purple shorts in marnie's bedroom, all but confirming your suspicions that had been growing for seasons.

he was never much of a believer in anything but the real, practical world. as a doctor, he never allowed himself to indulge in the supernatural or superstitious. going under a ladder is bad luck? not for dr. harvey. however, the moment he fell in love with you, he let himself get absorbed into the world of daily tarot pulls, of drying flowers, of black cats, of full moons, of everything you loved.

snap! snap! "hellooo, earth to harv, please!" your voice snapped him out of his reverie and he noticed two new cards on the table.

"what do those say, dear?" he asked sweetly.

"well, this one says you should give in to spontaneity sometime today and this one is telling me that we should consider forgiving someone's faults," you said, admiring the foil art of the card.

"hmm...maybe i can spontaneously forgive george for verbally accosting me when i recommended that he lower his sodium intake," harvey suggested with a fake thoughtful fist on his chin.

"i think he'd be more open to drinking the elixirs and syrups i make in the basement before eating a salad, hon," you said with a laugh.

after the last pull, you slowly collected every card into a neat pile and tucked them back into their original packaging. harvey admired your handiwork as you placed your crystals back into a wooden box gifted to you by robin. with a smile, you looked up at your husband, only to find him staring at you with love-filled eyes.

you asked, "what are you looking at, huh?"

harvey shrugged his shoulders but made no move to turn his gaze away. "can i not look at my sweet, hard-working wife?"

with a playful roll to your eyes, you stood from the chair and planted a kiss on harvey's head. "speaking of hardworking, i have some strawberries that need harvesting! would you like to come help, my sweet, caring husband?"

harvey gladly stood and followed you through the backyard, into the house full of plants and charms hanging from the ceiling and walls, and out to the porch. at his heels was your black cat, meowing relentlessly for attention. on the porch, he slid on his gardening gloves and sun hat (sun protection is very important, he'd always say, and he always forced you into a straw hat at least).

perhaps his form of spontaneous forgiveness was forgiving himself for not admitting to his feelings earlier, for stressing so hard about finding someone to love, for not knowing sooner that this was always where he was meant to be, tarot cards and black cats and all.

[azsazz]

A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves ��

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies. 

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness. 

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms. 

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his. 

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien. 

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.” 

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words. 

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.” 

He winces, “Sorry love.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”