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So I went to my school's christmas concert yesterday and there's this band that got a lead vocalist that looks too much like Leona and it fucked me over so bad I couldn't stop myself from making this
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princess tiana aesthetic
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zoro’s form hovers above your own in the early hours of the morning—long before the sun rouses from its slumber and greets the earth with smiling beams. a dewdrop of exertion trails between his glistening pecs and drips onto your sternum as he thrusts into you steadily.
after a long day, you are both filled with bone-weary exhaustion. but you crave one another (and a much-needed release). the swordsman’s movements are languid, but he fills you deeply. he’s thorough, meticulous, and intense; his gaze is molten steel and insists on holding your own—until you reach climax. he quickly follows suit with a growl, eye squeezing shut and head hanging low, sharp nose brushing your neck and leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
something possesses you in your satiated haze. you catch the gleam of your lover’s earrings, then watch them spark and clink together—a tinkling wind chime to soothe your soul in the dark salt air. you lean up to his ear and nip the shell before wrapping your lips around his jewelry, sucking the trio into you mouth.
the gold is cool against your sultry tongue. while you blindly lave at the metal, zoro groans, chest rumbling against your body. without warning, he flips you over flat on your belly; you squeal. he spreads his broad, calloused palms on the fat of your hips, digging his thick fingers into the softness. he lifts you up by the hips—just barely—before sliding his already-hard cock against your stretched, creamy hole.
“if you do shit like that outta nowhere,” he rasps before hunching over your prone body, “be ready to face the fuckin’ consequences.”
#kae………….. my god this is so hot JDNFKSNNF S#GODDDDDDD#help it’s showing me ur og tags proud of u for keeping urself safe and washing the earrings KNDKCNSKFND#char.🌧 zoro
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Me vs making Beckman resident reader-whisperer in any of my shanks fics
#I say like I’ve finished any 💀#pattering on the roof#shanks flounders sometimes and it’s Beckman who’s like. ur so stupid this is what she wants#idk Oda said that he ‘loves women’ and I made the executive decision that that means platonically too ty#but also this is just part of being ran through I think……..
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i need to play fight w a buff man who lets me win just see me smile okay bye have a good day
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its time for mermay | introductions
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when beloved mooties write for tropes that squick me out
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I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas.
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I know that Firefly is coming in 2.3 but holy s***! Did Jade caught me off guard.
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WOMAN! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?!! It’s too early for you! 😭
I’m still going to pull for Robin. 😔✌️ Chevy, who does the singing for Robin, is literally one of my favorite singers. Then hopefully I’ll get Firefly so that I can marry her. Jade …. depending on her kit, she’s gonna have to wait.
I WAS SO SHOCKED TOO I rlly was certain we’d be getting Sunday but alas………. My immeasurable disappointment when he is inevitably not our first male harmony char is being drawn out 😔
I’m excited to see how jades kit measures up bc ngl I think both limited erudition chars have been a bit of a bust wrt staying power, even for pure fiction Herta and Himeko r outclassing them 💔 and I say that as an e4 busted build Jing Yuan haver (tho tbf his eidos r useless until u hit e6). But quantum is huge truly I’ve been lamenting how we haven’t gotten another quantum dps yet……….. would rather have a quantum destruction unit personally but we’ll see!
Robin looks like she’s gonna be rlly good!!! I personally get sooooo tired of songs easily so I probs won’t pull her solely bc I find her song annoying already but 😭😭😭 it’s cute it’s fun I’m just lame IZBCJSNJFND firefly I refuse on principle for depriving me of a robo husband I fear,,,,,,,,, misogynistic of me to be sure but the Sam I created in my head fucked so hard and I’m never gonna get over it 💔
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tbh when i think about canon yan adjacent characters in bnha shigaraki doesnt even cross my mind. to me it its deku and hawks no question and i think any romantic relationship with shigaraki would look so unbelievably normal and healthy in comparison to a relationship with deku or hawks lmao
#YEAH UR SO CORRECT ABT THIS#this (being supremely normal in comparison) is true abt bkg too i think#comrades in arms
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you send your anime boyfriend a selfie and he just replies “please don’t leave me”
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I’ve been trying so hard not to spam dash w one piece insanity but I need to shove this in your faces if nothing else. Look at him have u seen him now u have
#pattering on the roof#not to mention shanks gushing abt luffy to dad number two#these two r so important to me now man………….
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I think I need to completely redo my hsr insert’s kit :(
#pattering on the roof#after I finished it a few days ago too 😔#idk idk I had two rlly cool ideas that I tried to merge but instead it feels directionless#and one of those two ideas I have just learned is. literally jiaoqiu’s kit. like I literally predicted his kit by accident#so I think I need to lean into the break effect debuffer concept I think I can still do that and that fixes both problems#but ughhhhh my idea was so cool :/ damn you jiaoqiu
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HI. hope it's okay to send an ask- the fic of yours I read mentioned messaging you but your DMs are closed (which, fair) but I just wanted to tell you personally how much I love your Roommate!Sero fanfic. It was a favorite of mine in HS, and still a favorite after rereading it years later. It was so comforting to see no gendered language for the reader since I've transitioned my gender since my first read. I just really really love that fic, it's so well written and so funny and so lovely and it's holds a special place in my heart. I personally think it's part of why I love Sero the way I do now, so thank you for such an amazing fanfic
🥺 omg I missed this ask when it first came though but thank you for the lovely words!!!! It’s so nice to hear when my work impacts people like this. I’m so glad it brought you joy like this and I appreciate you reaching out 🫶🏻
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What are your thoughts on Gallagher? I personally love him on his design & how many twists he has as a character. 😌❤️
I’m def hella interested in him in like all ways his design is sexy as hell dog motifs will always get me going esp ones that go against what u expect,,,,,,
Also I am so hype for the upcoming break team meta and am genuinely thinking abt building him for it but idk if it’d be worth it LMFAOOOOOO
#ask.🌧#mokonasenpaiposts#alas I am allergic to building 4stars now which is tragic bc many r rlly good and I probs Should build them lmfaooooooo
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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏
warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!
he dreams about her.
it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.
and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.
she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.
her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.
he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.
she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.
but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.
it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.
his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.
you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?
but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.
he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.
he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.
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