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honniedonnie · 2 years

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Did you know Fennec foxed mate for life? Tighnari x GN!Reader ANGST

TW/CW: Major character death, (the reader is already dead) grief, depression, faking a happy personality, hurt/no comfort, mention of intense pain, you are cremated (out of spite, rant at the end)

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: 1(one) mention of Y/N, the rest are pronouns or pet names. (i.e. darling, my love, etc.) You and Tighnari were married. I Wrote a mini rant at the end that was supposed to be included at the beginning, but it got longer that what I thought. (that’s what she said lol)

Word Count: 675 words

EDIT: whoops, there's a part 2 (two) also part 3 (three)

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This is going to be my first time writing fanfiction since 2017 (I was 14 years old…) The only reason I’m writing is because I’ve got MAJOR brainrot over this Prompt

By the way if there are any grammar issues please tell me. I will fix them because I apparently have anxiety over making a grammar mistake(s). (I learn something new about myself)

“Fennec foxes are monogamous and mate for life” (source - Fennec Fox | San Diego Zoo Animals & Plants)

‘It was supposed to be a simple walk, it was supposed to be a simple walk, it was supposed to be a simple walk’ Tighnari’s mind repeated the same sentence over and over again along with the image of his lover's dead body. Tighnari looked over your urn, twisting the gold ring on his left hand. You were only cremated after a couple days of discovering your body, your cause of death was clear; you decided to go for a walk into Avidya Forest, and decided to take a nap near a patch of flowers, only to never wake up. A withering zone appeared when you were sleeping. You died peacefully, at least that is what the coroner told him. Nightmares plagued his sleep; him seeing you in pain, and there was nothing he could do except to watch you die. The same nightmare; over and over again. There was a period of time that he absolutely refused to sleep; replacing sleep with caffeinated teas. It got to the point where Collei and other Forest Watchers had to replace his caffeinated tea leaves with calming/sleeping tea leaves. It took some time for Tighnari to believe that you died peacefully, and even longer for him to stop blaming himself over your death. (even though there was nothing he could’ve done)

Eventually he forced himself to be happy; to be his former self. Even though his former self died alongside you. While the Forest Watchers and Rangers were relieved to have their Chief Officer back, they still had to be careful whenever they mention you. Even if he’s 100 feet away he can still hear them talking; talking about you, how you were too young, how heartbroken the Chief Officer was (is) about your death, and evening wondering if he would move on! Once he heard, oh boy was he furious. How dare they even think about that. Move on from the LOVE OF HIS LIFE! His lover, his darling, his partner, the person whom he’d married! Him?! Find someone else? He still has his wedding ring underneath his gloves, for Archons’ sake! Poor Collei had to drag him away before something bad happened.

Tighnari’s was never the same after you passed. Around the days before and after your and his birthdays, anniversaries (both wedding and death) he refuses to leave his home, spending days taking care of the memorial he had for you. Cleaning your urn, clearing the dust from your self-portrait he had commissioned for as a birthday gift. (Took a lot of self restraint to not cry at the portrait, but sometimes he fails) He does try and get better, but how can he when he wakes up to an empty spot on the bed. How can he when you’re not there to kiss him goodbye and tell him to have a great day, and to be safe! Oh, and also not to eat some random mushrooms… again. How can he when everything reminds him of you, how can he…

“Collei, who’s (Y/N)?” A certain floating companion asked. A golden-haired traveler pondered as well; who was this mysterious person?

“Shh, lower your voice Paimon.” Collei looked all over as if she was looking for someone. Deemed it to be safe, Collei answered the question.

“They’re, I mean they were Master Tighnari’s spouse, umm they’d passed away a couple of years ago. He’s still grieving, so please don’t mention them in front of him!” Collei pleaded with the traveling duo.

“Wait…How did you know about them?” “We overheard one of the Forest Rangers mentioning them”

“I see… Though I’m a little bit offended you didn’t ask me about my spouse” A new voice speaks out.

“Tighnari! Hehe, you were here! Wait, your spouse? Aren’t they, you know, dead?” Paimon insensitively asked. Only realizing her mistake after seeing the faces of the traveler and Collei. “Don’t you know? My kind, we only have 1 (one) mate for life”

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I’m taking a wild guess that burials are the norm considering A FUNERAL PARLOR EXIST! (I know some funeral parlors offer cremation services) Also Mondstadt has a cemetery behind the cathedral. ALSO HU TAO’S VOICE LINES (2 (two) lines about coffins, and 1(one) mention of burial) (Also if Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru are inspired by asian countries, then CREMATION SHOULD BE THE PREFERED METHOD OVER A BURIAL (source- List of countries by cremation rate - Wikipedia)) You know what! NO YOU ARE FUCKING CREAMATED I AM DOING IT OUT OF SPITE!

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kyufessions · 2 years

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Coffee

synopsis: johnny comes home late at night to see you doing something you normally wouldn’t do

pairings: idol boyfriend! johnny x college s/o! g.n. reader

word count: 1.0k

genre: fluffy fluff :3

a/n: johnny suh brainrot ugh

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

freshly brewed coffee filled the air invitingly, bringing a confused look to johnny’s face. it was nearing ten at night, so why were you drinking coffee so late at night? normally you only drank coffee till four in the afternoon, forcibly cutting yourself off otherwise you’d be up all night jittery and have a hard time falling asleep. he slid off his shoes, putting them on your shoe rack next to the apartment’s entrance and walking over to where he heard faint humming to a random song he couldn’t make out.

as he entered through the doorway, your head shot up midway pouring your cup of coffee. you paused, smiling innocently at him. “hey baby, how was practice?” your lips pecked his as he stood in front of you, his elbow leaning on the counter for comfort.

“practice was practice, tiring as usual.” he looked down at your yellow bee themed mug that read ‘bee positive’ being filled with sweet creme flavored creamer, then back up to watch you stir in two teaspoons of sugar. “why're you having coffee so late? it’s almost ten o’clock, babe.”

taking a sip of the sweet caffeine, you smiled to yourself at the sweet flavor. “i have a ten page research paper to finish tonight by midnight. i’m only on page four and i’ve been at it for like, two hours nonstop.”

a sigh left your lips at the taste and exhaustion you felt. you sometimes regretted being a psychology major because of the huge workload you constantly had on your shoulders, but at the same time you knew it was a major you always wanted to pursue and didn’t want to allow tiresome days to get in the way of your future. besides, you had caffeinated drinks to help you through it. more specifically: coffee.

johnny’s hands slowly inched forward towards yours, attempting to take the mug away from you. “i understand you might need it, but it’s getting late. coffee will keep you up well past midnight.”

you shook your head, taking a swig of the steaming drink and backing away around the small kitchen island. hands gripping around your precious mug and eyes glaring at your caring boyfriend, you ran out of the kitchen and down the hall towards your shared bedroom. johnny followed behind you, calling out to hand him the coffee before you spilled it or even worst, spilled it all and cause a sticky mess. you ignored his pleas as your giggles filled the air, shutting the wooden door behind yourself and locking it swiftly.

“ha!” you laughed dramatically, taking another quick sip of the coffee happily. running from johnny was almost impossible, but after practice you always seemed to win since his exhaustion took over his body.

he let out a huff, about to walk away before remembering the extra key to the bedroom door he kept on top of the door frame. “i think you forgot about the extra key, babe.” he retorted, wiggling the key in the hole before successfully turning it to the right and being welcomed by an annoyed you.

you backed up to your desk, sitting on the top of it as you clutched your mug. “i swear if you touch my coffee-“

“i won’t, i promise.” johnny reassured, his hands up in the air in defense as he shuffled towards you in his fuzzy socks. you watched him carefully, your playful glares earning a soft chuckle from him. “at least let me help you a bit, please? you seem really exhausted. and kind of fried.”

you thought for a moment, wondering if you should allow him to help. you were never really one to ask for help much, if any at all. you preferred the feeling of completing tasks on your own because the feeling it provided you made you utterly happy. but you also only had a little less than two hours to finish six pages full of research about a complex mental disorder you had no idea about. so you obliged to his offer, giving him the rundown of everything you needed to complete and him happily getting to work automatically.

as the clock struck 11:51PM, you finally pressed the ‘submit’ button which caused tired yet excited cheers from the man sprawled across the wooden floor next to you. you quickly wrapped yourself around him, mumbling thank you between the multiple cheek kisses you provided him with. his chuckles filled the room, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom with The Black Keys playing softly in the background. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so he could place a proper kiss on your lips.

your lips moved in synch, just like always. neither of you ever got tired of each other's kisses, if anything you both could get drunk off of them alone. you felt your hands trail into his hair, messing with his fluffy blonde hair that you couldn’t get enough of. as a minute passed you both by, your lips turned into smiles which caused laughter to fill the air. even after five years together, your love was still as pure as ever.

he was the first to pull away, wanting to regulate his breathing pattern before continuing. “proud of you, baby.”

you smiled down at him, laying your head on his chest to hear his fastening heartbeat. “i couldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you.” your eyes started feeling heavy and johnny noticed, raking his fingers through your hair to help you fall asleep faster. you seemed so exhausted, and him knowing tomorrow was your off day from classes he wanted you to sleep heavy tonight with no worries.

his lips pressed a small kiss to your forehead, a tired smile spread on his lips as he did so. “i’ll always be here to help when you need it. now go to bed, sleepy head.”

johnny ended up picking you up from the floor that night, putting you into the bed and making sure you were tucked in comfortably. as you noticed your chest rising and falling consistently, he placed a long kiss to your temple and took your nearly empty coffee mug to the kitchen sink. he smiled at himself as he noticed the coffee maker still had coffee in it, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. he was utterly in love with a coffee addict, but he didn’t mind. matter of fact, he loved it. and he loved you.

#kyufessions nct #kyufessions 127 #nct #nct 127 #johnny #johnny suh #johnny fluff #johnny suh fluff #nct fuff #nct 127 fluff

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yloiseconeillants · 11 months

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all right so. another thing i wrote ages ago finally making its way to tumblr because kytheon @mythandral brainrot too strong this morning. this is set the morning after an orgy lmao so there's like, some oblique references to that - nothing explicit, but putting it under a cut anyway.

When the world came back into focus, Ariadne realized she didn’t actually know where she was. She was tucked into a corner of a couch, someone else’s robes draped over her like a blanket. She was naked beneath the robes, which didn’t surprise her based on the last few memories of last night she still held, but looking around the dim room, she could see she wasn’t the only one. She recognized some of her friends, their limbs wound tightly around each other as they slept, and smiled weakly, recalling another round of brief memories of the previous night. Her headache was better than it could have been, all things considered. Her other senses slowly became sharper: she smelled coffee. She stretched her sore limbs and climbed into the robes, finding them much longer than her own would have been, then lifted the hem to step around still-sleeping bodies to follow the siren call of caffeine.

The smell led her to a small, sparsely equipped kitchen with large, open windows. It was so bright, especially in comparison to the room she wandered in from. A red-haired man, adorned with braids and jewelry, sat at a small table covered by an assortment of empty, mis-matched mugs and glasses huddled around a pitcher of steaming coffee. He was shirtless, covered in tattoos and piercings, and absolutely at ease here, awake and alert.

“Morning!” Kytheon called brightly, setting his mug down.

“Urghhh,” Ariadne groaned in response, sitting down beside him. He poured another mug of coffee for her and slid it toward her. She took a hesitant sip, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on a bright blue grouping of triangles freshly tattooed onto the back of Kytheon’s shoulder. She reached out, her fingers tracing around the triangles, but not touching the ink itself. “These are new.”

“Ha! You were fawning over them last night, too.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about them again, now that I’m sober. Though… maybe after coffee.” They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, listening to morning bird song and the soft snores of their friends from the other room.

“I wanted to mention,” Kyth began, breaking their brief vigil, “I’ve seen your work out there. It’s thriving, doing things I would never have expected of a plant.”

“They’re not plants. They’re something else entirely,” she huffed.

“All right,” he laughed. “Either way, you should see them. Come out with me some time, get some sun on your skin. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Her shoulders fell slightly, as she pulled her borrowed robes closer around herself.

“Hmph. Maybe. If I can find the time,” she stammered, trying to find a quick excuse. Kyth reached out, briefly squeezing her hand in his.

“No pressure.”

“No pressure,” she repeated, turning the words in her mind.

#ANYWAY kyth is SO lovely #endwalker tag #azem tag #gap-posting #kytheon #ariadne #we've got to get ariadne outside for walkies more often #~writing tag

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barnabyboppins · 1 year

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RAAAAAAAAAAAAH (translation: I consumed caffeine and am overflowing with admiration for various peoples, to whom I shall express with no regard for grammar or punctuation)

@quirkle2 HELLO your art is gorjus I love happening upon it and it’s heartwarming with the wholesome but the epic and fierce ones are super dramatic and intense and also your Wars and Legend posts taught me what a qpr is so thanks I appreciate that. I especially enjoy your choice of colour for line work and the very liberal depiction of hair with how it often hugs the face softly and wildly in your art

@kesoo You have such a uniquely flavoured style it is very charismatic and pops out like a cartoon but the skill behind it is clear as day and I cannot succinctly describe how veraciously and immediately my brain attached to that, it’s wow. I very certainly admire your pursuit in animation and I hope the education is doing well for you

@telemna-hyelle @bokettochild @skyward-floored heeeyyyy You are all so kind and genuine, it is a joy to passively read your interactions with whatever/whomever when I’m scrolling through as they generally emanate good vibes, oft good humour and good insight. On top of that, all three of you are amazing writers between “what You Look At, You Change”, the Feathered AU, “A Bride For Hyrule’s Prince”, “Brethren In A Cradle” and the many other shorts and stories and whumps I have and have yet to read (I had started sketches trying to illustrate Leg revealing his wings in FTMH but unfortunately my sketchbook was stolen/lost along with my lunch bag and a bunch of art supplies a while ago)

@minty-mumbles bro your fic summaries are so intriguing, I’m just sifting through them on ao3 and a whole lot of them have a note of profoundness in them among the evident whump creating a sort of question of how the characters in question react to whatever the hook is for that particular fic scenario. I especially like the ones where Wild reflects his/their view of themself and the world they find themselves in in how they treat their hair and clothing according to social customs, as well as the fics about Hyrule and his fairy heritage

I think I’ve been writing this for maybe an hour, let’s keep going

@sraksha I’ve stated before in tags of a post how your art visually resembles a cats toe-beans in it’s soft firmness and also the fact your style kinda makes the Lu boys’ faces look like cats but your expressions!!! The outfit designs!!! The fluidity in body movement!!! !!!!!!! Easily at a level I myself still strive to achieve (this is not self deprecation this is me saying I look up to you and your art in my journey for growth)

@loz-obsessed-person-i-guess @indigoartistqueen Ello ello I enjoy you both greatly and I know Indigo is away for the time being but as I have an inclination for direct conversation over virtually posting messages on a bulletin board you two have given me the most direct meaningful interaction on this site yet and I truly appreciate that

Also the george washington frog, that too

@ectology Your art???? Holy crap????? I chomp like cookie with the fluid sketchy bits and the wide diversity in styles and I just got to the 2012 homestuck part of your art tag while writing this but wow— the difference 7+ years of practice can make

@growingupgerudo @linkeduniverse @linked-maze @bonus-links @minas-linkverse @heroesspirit I cannot in short words describe the bliss of a Zelda brainrot I have been in for the last however many months and rather than writing an individual thing for each of yous lemme just shout it all here: I am to no end in awe of the dedication, time and talent (note: skill and effort but alliteration is fun) that goes into these comics in the unique takes on every design; every minutely different detail that solidifies each comic and artist and writer apart, enriching what has essentially been a deep dive into my early childhood while I rediscover and rekindle a deep seated love for LoZ. I could say many many more things in this but in short You fellow creatives have my deepest respect and hhhdbbbfbbdbbbdbbfbbfbbhh

There may or may not be more of this tomorrow idk, the self awareness is coming back with a growing hesitance for posting this

#personal #uhhhhhhhhh #long post #compliments #this is mostly LU and Zelda adjacent things

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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YES HELLO SLEEP OVER TIME (sent right as my phones sleepy time dnd mode hit nice nice)

🎃 !!!

and also we haven't really talked Blorbos!!! so 🍹I am deep in Shinsou Brainrot lol. Idk how much of a drinker he is but i know in my heart that he's a night coffee / energy drinks at the party kinda guy. Like instead of a beer has a can of monster on hand LOL.

HI YOU MADE IT JUST IN TIME HONEY WELCOME IN!!! Thank you for sending in so many good ideas in Omg!

🎃: what monster would you be

OOOOO okay so, you give me mothman vibes in the best way!! A sweet inquisitive moth creature that holds so many secrets, maybe seen a few things that has made you wiser, and are a true believer of listening to the way the world around us works! Plus like a moth creature i have a feeling you enjoy and value going into a hermit mode from time to time! Moth creatures always remind me of the duality of staying in the woods, being a sage like observer while also knowing when to come out and stand your ground and I think that fits you perfectly! You have such great observations and commentary and as a fellow weird hs kid I know you can hang and stay strong through anything! (I hope this made sense omg pls forgive me 😭)

🍹SHINSOU! Oh man I am so excited to dive into this sleepy good dude!!!!

I totally agree with your take bb he’s definitely a big energy caffeinated drink! But… he’s a lot slicker than he lets on and for that I think he’s full of surprises, he’s a smooth mover and doesn’t hesitate from a challenge so that’s why I think he enjoys a simply whisky on the rocks from time to time! It’s smooth, precise and a bit of a challenge to drink cause it can be a bit hard hitting but Shinsou again isn’t one to back down from a fight and might enjoy the way it’s smooth burn goes down

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SENDING SOMETHING IN AHHHH!! 🌹☺️😘 know I’m sending you off with some nice sleepy tea so you can relax and get a good rest for your night bb!!

#SHINSOU I AM SO HAPPY U SENT HIM IN!!!#he is such a great character I need to write more of and now for my first chance at it being for you i am so HAPPY!!#kaelan’s tag 👻✨#asks and such things 💌#🍕sleepover friday🍕

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ellewords · 3 years

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coffee conversations

summary : your roommate has a habit of coming home late from work. you have a habit of staying up late to finish yours.

word count : ~1.6k

fic notes : kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, fluff, roommates au, lowercase intended

from elle ! this ended up being longer than i originally planned. it was supposed to be just a drabble then it ended up spiralling into whatever this is ;-; regardless, i had a lot of fun writing it bec my kuroo brainrot is pretty strong now sigh anyways, thank you for reading and i hope you have a lovely day ! <3

midnight.

it’s when the darkness finally settles in, but the city’s just bound to come alive; especially on a friday night, or was it saturday morning? but did that really matter? kuroo leans his head on the window, the cab ride home has always been a scenic root. multicolored lights from the buildings and billboards reflecting on his skin, the several bodies that crowded the sidewalks as they trudged their way to the nearest bar. if he asked the driver to turn down the radio, if he listened hard enough, he could hear the dull thumping of bass from each flashy establishment they passed. and he supposes he could be one of those people, an arm lazily slung around a stranger, ordering them their next drink, dancing with them until sweat covered every inch of their bare skin. he could be, and it wasn’t too long ago that he was. but recently, he’s found a reason to head straight home.

kuroo knows exactly what he’s about to come home to, maybe that’s what excited him so much. why he nervously taps his foot on the tiled floors of the reception area, wondering if the elevator doors could open any quicker. why he speed walks his way along the carpeted hallways, the soles of his shoes barely making a sound as he made sure to keep his steps as light as possible. why his hands shake as he turns the key, opening the front door as quickly as his heart beats. all of that because he knows it’s you waiting for him.

you’re seated upright along the length of the sofa, typing away at your laptop. face illuminated by the screen’s glare, and he lets out a quiet tsk; he’s reminded you more times than he can count to turn down the brightness, you nod but never listen. your brows are furrowed and there’s a tiny crinkle in the space between them, kuroo wonders what it would be like to press a kiss right there. he shakes the thought away immediately, knowing that it would only do more harm than good to let his mind wander away like that. he watches the way your fingers move from one key to another, fast and precise, not leaving any room to breathe. you never notice when he comes home, gaze travelling from one end of the word document to the other, making sure each word is in its rightful place. kuroo knows you don’t really wait up for him, you’re just trying your best to finish the mountain of paperwork your boss had so graciously left you to do over the weekend. but for a brief moment, he lets his heart believe that you do. only for a little bit, never too long.

he has to cough to get your attention. it doesn’t get your attention the first time, having to cough maybe thrice before you remove the earphones that blasted at full volume.

“i see you’re home from work.” you comment, already making a move to stand from the couch. but not before stretching your arms upwards; you had been sitting there typing for way too long.

kuroo smirks, stepping aside as you stood and made your way over to the kitchen. eyes glancing at the stack of paperwork you left on the coffee table, “and i see that you still haven’t escaped yours.”

“i know. how unfortunate. the usual?” you frown, placing your laptop on the kitchen counter.

he places his work bag on the couch, taking off his coat and loosening his tie, “do you even have to ask?”

it’s like clockwork at this point. he sits on one of stools by the counter, elbows on the countertop and hands on his chin, watching you work. his eyes follow you around, mesmerized even by the simplest things: from the way you measured the coffee grounds to simply putting the coffee pot on the stove to brew.

“why can’t we be normal and just have breakfast together or something?” you sigh, crossing your arms and leaning your body against the wall, finally making eye contact with kuroo — unaware of the fact that he had been watching you the entire time.

he chuckles, there’s a light amusement that flashes across his features, “because i’m still asleep by the time you need to leave for work.”

“fair point,” you nod, closing your eyes in slight frustration as you’re reminded of all the things that you needed to accomplish by the time the sun rises. you have reports to write, presentations to prepare; wondering if any of this was even worth it. “why do i even need to work? is it not enough to lounge around the apartment all day watching tv?”

“you need to pay your half of the rent.” kuroo jokes, shaking his head. he waits for you to laugh, or at least come up with some clever retort. but you stay silent, finally opening your eyes to look at him, and he sees it. there’s tiredness, there’s stress — emotions he’s sure is evident in his own. “you alright?”

you shrug your shoulders before they return to their slumped position, gaze briefly flickering towards the coffee pot before placing them back on kuroo, “there’s nothing i can do.”

“you know you can quit, right, yn?” kuroo speaks before he thinks, eyes widening at his own question, “i don’t mind shouldering the rent for a little bit until you find something less exhausting.”

it’s your turn to laugh this time, “and have you working overtime even more? no thanks. you’re sweet though.”

sweet. kuroo notes, you think he’s sweet? heat rises to his cheeks, a faint flush coloring them in the process. never had he been more grateful for the dimness of the lights, the room just dark enough to not make it noticeable. “for your information, i work overtime because i actually like my job. and how else am i going to have these conversations with you?”

you raise a brow, he had a point there. despite sharing the same space, you and kuroo had a habit of missing each other for most of the day. you leave early in the mornings and he still hasn’t arrived by the time you get back in the afternoon.

“didn’t expect that you look forward to these.” you smile, turning off the stove once you notice the dark liquid boiling, signalling that it was ready. the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard. “which one do you want?”

you hold two different mugs towards him. one you had gotten him as a souvenir from a business trip to kyoto, the other he had gotten you while on vacation in osaka. kuroo points to the one that you had gotten him, “of course, i look forward to these. it’s the highlight of my day.”

“your days must be terribly boring then.” you comment, placing the mugs on the counter and taking a seat on the stool beside his.

“no,” he protests almost immediately, a little too sudden actually. kuroo blinks back once he’s realized that he’s startled you, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment, “i just like spending time with you.”

a sigh leaves both of your lips at the first sip of coffee, the warmth spreading across the entirety of your bodies. it’s quiet for these few moments, where you and kuroo just sit back and take everything in. the chill in your apartment, the heat from the mugs, the distant sounds of city nightlife, the almost yellow glow of the light fixture that hung above you, the way your elbows accidentally brushed the other’s. there’s silence, but there’s a ringing in your ears that neither of you could avoid. your hearts beat uncontrollably fast. but that must be the caffeine. at least that’s what you try to convince yourself.

but kuroo liked to think that he knew himself better, that he was actually honest with himself. it isn’t the caffeine that made his heart race past midnight, when all you had to do was look at him in the way you usually do. head tilted to the side, hanging on to every word that left his lips, nodding along to whatever he ranted about, eyes travelling over his face like you were memorizing each and every feature, the corner of you lips flicked upward. it’s like looking in a mirror, he knows he looked at you like that too. and maybe, just maybe, he allows himself once more to believe that you could possibly like him back.

“if it means anything,” you speak, cutting through the silence as you recalled the last thing he said before you took your first sips, “i like spending time with you too.”

and it does mean something to him. to kuroo, it meant the world. he’s aware that there are other ways he could be spending his time. he could be dancing it up in a club, on his seventh shot of whatever the bartender decides to hand him, arms around some stranger whose name he was going to forget when the day breaks. he could be in bed, asleep, finally letting exhaustion catch up to him as he crashed face first into the soft pillows. but no, he’s here with you. your arm accidentally grazing his every now and then, resting your head on his shoulder as you rant about the day you’ve had, or placing a hand there to steady yourself when you laugh just a little too hard at his jokes and stories, knowing that his attempts of making you feel better are slowly beginning to work.

there’s nowhere else he’d rather be past midnight than in the kitchen of your shared apartment, complimenting you on making the best cup of coffee he’s ever had.

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mwagneto · 2 years

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To be fair my friend has long since left tumblr so this is all bird app people, who we can all agree are exponentially Worse and More Unhinged than the general population on here, but I lost my shit when he told me about that 😂 like yeah again we can all agree that certain age gaps (looking at you, DiCaprio) can be an actual Problem, but like, personally I say, IN GENERAL (with exceptions OBVIOUSLY), once you’re like 25 and your brain is fully formed, almost age gaps are just not a fucking issue. And once you’re 30??? With someone only a decade older??? Lolol no. At my family’s secular Easter brunch recently everyone was mentioning their ages for some reason, and my dad is 62 with my stepmom being 55. Obviously this is completely normal and no one is gonna bat an eye, but my dad made a joke about how if he’d met her while she was in high school and he was out of college it would’ve been fucking weird OBVIOUSLY. But they met when he was 48 and she was either 42 or 43 (can’t remember time of year) and I am BEGGING the chronically online with brainrot to stop seeing all age gaps as Problematique(TM) 🙃🙃🙃

Also really fucking weird of someone to take a pic of the Taika 3 way and publish it like that when I can’t imagine he or the women (can’t remember who they were, like I said I’ve seen a single thing about it eons ago and I don’t care about celebs) consented to that??? Like it’s already weird that society is obsessed w celeb relationships, but now we’re getting into their casual sex lives??? Even just for me, unless I’m in a committed relationship that I’m very open/public about—like my current one of almost 4 years—I would lose my shit if randos were talking about who I’m causally fucking. While I’m relatively open about my sexuality and I’m not exactly secretive about it if a specific person finds out about a sexual partner, it is NOT ok for ppl to go around openly gossiping about that shit…so why is it suddenly ok for ppl to do that w celebs?? Can we pls remember they are Actual Human People??? Why does the world need to know about a casual hookup between 3 consenting ADULTS OF REASONABLE AGE???????

(And yeah I still can’t get over the Hannibal thing w my friend 😭🙃🙃 again I barely know shit about the show or ages of characters n whatnot, but if I openly shipped a 32 year old and a 50 year old pair of characters and someone told me that was “pedo shipping” I would laugh them out of my notifs lolol but it’s Twitter so if you’re not shipping the most bland, 100% wholesome, non Problematique(TM) ship, SOMEONE is gonna find issue 🙃) (sorry for the rant, I’m Manic and Caffeinated 😭)

#HDISJCJDJJNXNDN IM KIDDING BBUT BRO #this has to be the longest ask I've ever gotten #but yeah it's all soooo... fucking weird like seriously I'll never understand this #obsession w celebrity private lives #that being said i rly don't want my inbox to become like a taika stan vagueing ground #nor do i rly have much left to say about this coz like.#im genuinely not just uninterested but full on against knowing anything abt celeb drama #I got mail!#I'm not mad @ you btw or anything i think this is funny as hell sorry if the tone doesn't read right

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smol-tactician · 3 years

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Ship brainrot time I guess

Davis: GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!

TK: If you get off the counter we can go get ice cream.

Davis: Tempting

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TK: Hey Davis, what ya doing?

Davis: *sitting on the counter eating dinosaur chicken nuggets out of a KFC bucket* Taxes.

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Davis: I WANNA GO TO WAR!

TK: Davis-

Davis: I NEED TO FEEL LIKE GOD!

TK: Davis please it's like 2 AM-

Davis: ANARCHY!

TK: I'm never giving you sugar or caffeine after 11 AM ever again.

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TK: Would you rather get married or play Uno with snoop dog?

Davis: Do I get to choose who I marry?

TK: Well yeah-

Davis: So I can marry you?

TK: I- HUH-

Davis: I'd totally marry you dude.

TK: AHAHSHAJAHSJSJW

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TK: Bitches be like "Oh look at me I got a girlfriend UwU get on my level" SHUT THE FUCK UP CHAD! I HAVE A NON BINARY PARTNER WHO COULD PROBABLY TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH A BOX OF CRAYONS AND A PAPER CLIP! GET ON MY LEVEL!

Davis: Love you too TK.

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TK: I wanna be immortal.

Davis: If you can step on a Lego and survive and not cry or collapse from pain then you are.

TK: I need some legos.

Davis: Sweetie, I was joking- Where are you going?

TK: To get some fucking legos!

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TK: I feel like a banana.

Davis: You look like one too.

TK: Davis we can't keep doing this-

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Davis: TK, you can't give Becca a nerf gun.

TK: And why not?

Davis: TK, she's 2.

TK: You gotta get them started early.

Davis: YOU'RE NOT GIVING OUR DAUGHTER A NERF GUN!

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TK: And what do you wanna be when you grow up?

Becca: A toaster!

TK: .... What? Becca you can't-

Davis: If she wants to be a toaster she can be a toaster.

TK: How in the fuck-

#tk takaishi #takeru takaishi #davis motomiya #daisuke motomiya #nonbinary davis motomiya #daikeru #digimon adventure #digimon #alternative universe #digimon au #digimon oc #lovechild #ship brainrot #randomness #i think about these dorks on a daily basis

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lazaretskies · 3 years

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👄 okay but hear me out. At first I thought about a rough 'shut your mouth' kiss. BUT What about a sensual kiss instead? Eury strikes me as the person to chat a lot when in a good mood (possible adventure stories, recent events or interests all the way to horrible puns). And then there is Ty, being a quiet mouse, drifting into a certain ease the more she listens to the sound of Eury's voice. Doesn't matter if Eury is being too loud or reverted to making feral noises for no apparent reason. Tyrael merely smiles in a gentle yet affectionate manner. Not too long after she leans against Eury, beckoning her to lean just a little closer. And just gentle kiss

(yes, hello, welcome to my brainrot)

For this post! (Which is still open for request cause I'm obsessed) THIS IS THE KIND OF BRAINROT I'M IN TUMBLR FOR. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. I'm also so very sorry if Tyrael is out of character, I'm winging this as I go. XD

Answer is once again under the cut because I have no self-control for length. ✨

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'Perhaps it was not the best idea to give her coffee…', Tyrael thought to herself as Euryleia told her a rather loud and quite animated story of her latest escapade to Nopal with Asra and Julian. The three were there for barely a week but Eury was retelling everything as if it was a year-long journey. And, of course, it was Ty that the Amazon would go to the moment they got back, running straight for her home instead of unpacking.

Though Eury did have the common decency to knock first, Ty was still immediately swallowed in a hug the second the door was opened. As any polite host, she offered Eury a drink but is now regretting her decision since the caffeine had certainly doubled the Amazon woman's enthusiasm.

Euryleia's travelling cloak was long forgotten over the chair that she was supposed to be sitting on, the tall female now standing and moving around the room as she told Tyrael literally everything with exaggerated gestures and a wide grin. Most people found this trait of Eury to be both annoying yet adorable, similar to having a child tell you how their day went for an entire hour even though all they did was play in the mud. It was nice to see her so excited over the smallest things but it was somewhat painful to the ears, especially because of her echoing voice.

Tyrael, on the other hand, found it quite endearing. Eury saw the world as an adventure just waiting to happen and that made everyday exciting in its own way. Once, Eury had fallen into the canal but instead of fussing over a ruined dress or a near death experience like a normal human being, Ty found herself with soaking wet magician who excitedly told her what Vesuvia looked like underwater.

Eury, on the other hand, found herself attracted towards the sorceress, the calming aura Tyrael had giving her a sense of comfort and, most of all, acceptance. She never sneered at her antics or looked at Eury like she was a sort of freak. It was easy to notice that the wild woman had grown attached and won't be leaving Ty's side anytime soon.

During her storytelling, Ty had noticed that Eury ended up telling some scenarios backwards or repeated a conversation she had already said thirty seconds ago. Still, she didn't have the heart to correct her. Smiling to herself, Ty placed down her own cup of tea and with a one finger, gestured for Eury to come closer to where she sat at the other side of the table.

"So, there we were, wearing the ceremonial crown and about to sacrifice Julian to the Nopal gods—", Eury stopped mid-sentence, tilting her head when Ty beckoned her closer. "Yes, Ty? Is something wrong?", she asked but walked towards her nontheless. "Oh? Are you confused on the part where Asra fell off the horse and we only noticed 30 minutes after? It was a funny story really–mmph?!"

Eury was effectively silenced, Ty pulling her down by the back of her neck and connecting their lips in a slow and warm kiss. Both their lips had the lingering taste of their respective drinks but, for the entirety of said kiss, Eury merely remained still as a board, eyes wide. When Ty finally pulled away, she could only chuckle at the stunned expression at the other's face. "Wha... What was that for...?"

"You talk too much...", Ty whispered against her lips, finger tangled in the Amazon's wild tangerine hair. Eury's expression became somewhat ashamed, about to apologize but Ty beat her to it. "I love it."

At this, the taller of the two flushed pink. Eury knew how annoying she can be and she was used to people either faking interest or avoiding her altogether. The simple gesture that Ty just did meant more to the Amazon than the other realized. Eury's brain had stopped functioning for a good ten seconds before she suddenly jumped the other woman, kissing her again and again.

"...W-Wait, Eury! The chair–", Ty tried to say between kisses but her warning was too late as they both come crashing down the floor, an overly infatuated Amazon atop of her.

Yep, she certainly shouldn't have given her coffee.

#somebody hold my heart this is too cute ಥ_ಥ #the arcana #raven's desk #Eury x OC #oc x oc #the arcana apprentice #Eury's OTPs #eury's inbox #Eury x Tyrael

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