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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 month

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A rlly old idea I still think is the funniest shit ever: the Afton Virus AU boys propose using handcuffs instead of rings lol

#pov u r in way over ur head #afton virus au #afton’d reader au #obsessive love #possessive love #fnaf au #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #doodles #silly bullshit #bones of a rabbit au #they’re just a little silly

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sideeve · 11 months

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SELF CONTROL ⭑ MILES MORALES

⭑ maybe love isn’t the only thing that can keep someone tied to you .

miles morales x f!reader

part 1 — part 2

⭑ miles’ pov , cheating , normal spider-man violence , the spot , miles attempting to win reader back , major spoilers for atsv , arguing

miles’ pov

every thing was stressing him out. fighting with spot wasn’t helping either. while basically punching himself, he was trying to text his parents that he would be a little late.

“can we finish this later? i have a meeting with my parents!” miles yells, trying to web the villain to the wall.

“no! we cannot! i have to kill the thing that-wait! we’re not finished here!” spot attempts to wiggle out of the webs keeping him stuck.

“i’ll catch you later.”

with the spot “done”, miles finally had a moment to breathe. he got a message from you.

mrs. morales 💓 : miles. where r u? ur parents keep asking me and idk what to say😭

mr. morales 🕷️ : just tell them i’ll be there in a moment. had to pick up the cakes :)

he huffs.

everyone needed him at the exact same time. from juggling the responsibility as spider-man and being a boyfriend and son, school. he couldn’t do it all.

his hand slide down his face. “if only gwen were here right now. she’d know what to do.” he looks down at the boxes of cake in his hands before making his way to his apartment.

grounded. for two months. just because he couldn’t tell his parents that he’s spider-man. rage filled in his body. no one understood him. no one. but her.

fuck! he shouldn’t be thinking about her. he has a girlfriend! one that lives him to death too.

but him and gwen are just friends…right?

that thought leads him here. an inch of space left between him and gwen. he would make a mistake tonight that he would gravely regret.

“¡miles! ponte aquí ahora mismo.”

his mouth pulls him out of his trance he gasps out of shock. what the hell was he doing? why is he kissing someone else? where is his girlfriend? what is he going to do?

his eyes looked blown out. thoughts clouded his head, making him unresponsive. “i’m not going to call for you again.” the party fell silent, looking at miles in disbelief.

he didn’t even say a word to gwen nor his mom. he just ran as fast as he could (while also swinging) to you.

out of breath, he knocked on your door.

"hey babe. my mom wanted me to check on you. she said you left early." he lied. he just wanted to know if you knew what he did. "we're done. i can't be with a cheater."

fuck!

"baby. you don't understand-" "go!" you slammed the door in his face. he heard you sobbing behind the door. his heart broke.

what did he do?

he walked home like a kicked puppy. he lost the only one he loved. once he opened his house door, his parents stood in front of him, arms crossed and disappointed. "mama, i-" "no, go to your room. and make it 4 months."

he wasn't even upset, he understood why he was in this situation. he had hurt you. and there was no way to take it back.

cut to when miles meets miguel

"every spider person has lost someone close to them. that is what makes us who we are." miguel stands before miles, making him look small. the holograms of spidermen and women crouching over their loved one's dead bodies. then there was him. crouching over you.

"my canon event is my girlfriend dying?" "ex-girlfriend. and yes. i'm sorry miles. but this can't be changed." every ounce of rage when to his fists. "no! it can't be her! i gotta save her."

“miles. you know we can’t let you do that.” a disk slides under him, creating a force field around him.

“miguel! that’s enough!” the yelling from the spider society was overwhelming him. ontop of the fact that you are going to die.

in his arms.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfiction #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderverse x reader

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thee-great-enigma · 5 months

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not a request but... kaeya in a corset. kae in a nice fancy corset that's all delicate laces and tight silks, flush against his pretty form. I'm DEAD he's so hot auhhhh. that's all I can think about... just thought I'd put that image in ur head ❤️

ps I do a little dance when I see a notif w your username in my activity cuz ur comments n writings r so good auuu hope u have a great day/night💫💫

Oh my gosh tysm. Kaeya is way too damn pretty for his own good I swear. I'd like to thank you for this image, I'll keep it in my Kaeya filing cabinet forever. He's so pretty I can't even 😩 😩 😩 😩 😩 Also, you have no idea how awesome you just made me feel reading this. This is my first ask, plus I really really look up to you because you're writing is so good. Like I've read your mahogany series (mainly the Kaeya one) again and again. You're literally like the best 💙💙💙

Not a request but I'm gonna write for it anyway bc you deserve it ^μ^

Pairing: Kaeya Alberich x male reader

Summery: Kaeya wears a fancy lacey corset and reader gets a little too horny (there will be a part 2 for the smut, I've just gotta work out some stuff)

POV: 2nd person (you, yours, yourself)

Notes: Reader is male and referred to as (?), gonna do a part 2 for this of the actual smut, kind of rushed?

Warnings: •⚠️⚠️⚠️• uhhhhh horniness ×10, pretty Kae, simping behavior, ripped clothing, idk if this counts but corset horniness, male genitalia mentioned a little bit, uh Idrk, if I missed any let me know 😗

Leave the corset on.

You fiddled with one of the calla lilies in the bouquet. He was taking an awfully long time.

See, a few hours ago, you'd decided to actually go to the windblume festival this year with someone you really liked. Kaeya Alberich. You knew he probably had a bunch of people in Monstadt drooling over him, which is why you wanted to ask him as soon as possible. So you'd invited him out to Windrise and told him you needed to tell him something really important. He'd chuckled and given you a knowing look as if he could already guess what you wanted to ask. But you'd rushed off before he could do anything but nod.

"Sorry (?), I got a bit held up with the Acting Grand Master." Said the familiar, silky voice of Monstadt's Cavalry Captain, and Monstadt's most beautiful man. Monstadt's most beautiful man who'd clipped his little longer portion of hair into a high ponytail and combed his bangs back a bit to accentuate his face. His pretty little face. Which currently had a slight bit of shimmering highlighter on his defined cheekbones, a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and bright blue eyeliner forming a small wing at the corner of his narrow, bright eye.

"No troubles. Oh here, this is for you. Sorry I may have picked at the petals a bit." You said with a shy giggle, handing him the small bouquet of calla lilies. As he smiled and grabbed it, you noticed something. A corset. Kaeya already had a slim waist, he didn't need a corset, but he looked so good wearing one. It was navy blue and lacey, satin trim. It hugged his petite figure perfectly and made his chest look delicious delightful.

"—llo? Hello? World to (?). Anybody in there?" You hadn't even heard what Kaeya had said a few seconds prior. The only reason you noticed he was speaking was because he got close to your face and gently grabbed your chin, making you look at his face instead of his perfect little hips that looked like they'd fit wonderfully into the palms of your hands.

"Oh! Oh uh....yeah sorry. Guess I got distracted. What were you saying?" You questioned, giving a nervous chuckle and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to stand in a way that his the growing bulge in your pants. You couldn't fathom how horny you had to be to get hard just seeing Kaeya in a corset. You felt a little ashamed.

"I asked what you wanted to talk about. You didn't bring me here just to give me a bouquet did you? Not that I'd mind, since I got to see you even if for just a fleeting moment." Kaeya gave a sly chuckle, a hint of knowingness behind that fake innocence in his gaze.

He was teasing. And it was working.

"Oh—I uh...I just um..." Fuck fuck fuck. You'd rehearsed this in the mirror, written it down in a notebook a million times like a script, contemplated writing it on your hand, you'd even practiced it while walking to the big tree. So why couldn't you get it out now? "I just w– wanted to know if you'd like um...to go to the Windblume festival with me. I mean, I'd understand if you're already going with someone, or i– if you just didn't want to go or um—" "I'd love to."

It took you a second to register Kaeyas words, standing dumbfounded. "W– What?" "I'd love to go to the Windblume festival with you, (?)." You had to conceal every reaction that threatened to leak out of you right then and there. And that bastard was just smiling innocently, looking all polite and pretty. You played it off with a chuckle, holding both hands in front of the increasingly tightening tent in your pants, trying to hide it. You couldn't get the images out of your head, images of him—

"(?)? You look nervous. Is something wrong?"

"What? Uh n—" You wanted to say no. But something was very much wrong. The problem was that he wasn't sitting naked underneath you with a fucked out expression on his face, your cock buried deep inside him. That's what was wrong. "Actually. Yeah."

"Oh? Well I'd be happy to help with anything."

"Anything?"

"Of course, dear (?)."

"Then sit on that root, take off your clothes and spread your pretty little legs. Oh and uh....leave the corset on."

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Reader rn. Also thanks @silkval for this amazing idea. Like I truly look up to you man/girl/non-binary pal. I legit like did a happy little yell I'm so glad no body heard me, I sounded like a five year old who just found a bunch of candy

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mirily09 · 1 month

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POV: you try to fool your boyfriend Rafe for April Fool's Day and it backfires

You loved any kind of stupid little jokes and you loved it even more when your very sexy boyfriend Rafe would play along or even better, take it seriously.

You had noticed too late that today was 1st April when you decided to pull a small and harmless prank on Rafe which would nevertheless annoy him.

Rafe had gone to the kitchen in Tannyhill to get both of you some sodas. Meanwhile you were waiting, laying on his bed in one of his favorite little floral dresses, plotting. ;-)

When Rafe returned after like 10 minutes, probably getting interrupted by Ward and stopping to talk to him; you put your plan in motion by pouting at him "Missed you, Rafey. What took you so loooong?". You knew he wouldn't resist your pursed, strawberry colored lips matching your dress and smiled inside to yourself.

Rafe, clearly happy with the loving exclamation smirked, saying "aww my girl needs me so much, can't even stay 10 minutes without me". He placed the sodas on the small desk, next to his bed and laid down next to you; head placed on one hand while he towered over you with his huge, muscled frame. He held your chin and mumbled before moving closer to decrease the distance of your lips "gonna make you forget I was gone.". Just some milliseconds before Rafe could place his pink, soft lips on yours, you quickly slid your hand in between your mouths, resulting in Rafe's lips landing softly on your fingers. Rafe looked confused at you, not moving away from you but 5 cm "What you doing, baby?". "I just felt like I had to sneeze", you answered still not removing the hand from your nose/ mouth area to hide your growing smile. "You good now?", Rafe asked still slightly confused, while leaving a featherlight kiss on your knuckles. "Yeah", you giggled. Before he could try a second attempt, you stop him by complaining "Don't u want to close ur eyes, u unromantic giant?". Rafe scuffed, acting shocked but agreed, his need to kiss u growing. So he closed his eyes and got stopped again by your small hand colliding with his lips. "K doll, stop that nonsense now!". "But I needed to sneeze!", you exclaim. "I don't care, now lemme kiss u!to emphasise his words, he held your wrists with one hand over your head and grabbed your hip with the other. U smiled at the possessiveness of his actions but still, seconds later when his lips neared yours again, u turned ur head in the last moment, making Rafe kiss the corner of your mouth. U couldn't contain ur laughter now, facing a close-up of Rafe's annoyed and shocked face expression. "What's up with u? Being all whiny about missing me and now refusing my kisses? R u sure u wanna keep this act up?". "What act?", u asked innocently with big doe eyes looking at him. He chuckled suddenly, having had an idea "We'll see about that.". He now climbed in between your legs, so you'd straddle him while still laying down, kept both of your wrists in one hand and with the other grabbed your chin so you wouldn't escape his kiss again."Rafe!", u exclaimed but before u could say more, his lips made contact with your neck and nibbled and licked their way up to your lips. "As I said, doll, well see about that..", he murmured while leaving goosebumps all over your body. When he reached ur lips, and finally without any complications, kissed you; he started grinding his hips against your core. "Gosh Rafey, feels so good", you moaned in his mouth, eyes closed. He continued this for a few minutes, you didn't know how many. Your body felt on fire, as usual when ur boyfriend touched or kissed u. How could u ever resist him? When he noticed that you put your legs around his hip, urging him even closer and tried to wriggle ur hands out of his strong hold as to make him let u go to grab his hair, he stopped. Smiling broadly, he kept his face only centimeters away from your flustered, light rose cheeks and kissed lips, he whispered "Tell me again, why you didn't behave this good in the beginning". U felt needy and hot and desperate to touch him so u just begged "pls baby let go of my hands, I needa touch u!". "Tz tz tz, where are your manners, doll? Answer my question!", he kept you still triumphantly. "April Fool's Rafey, I just wanted to play a small joke on u and now it backfired..", u sighed frustratedly, grkwing more impatient. "My silly girl, always trying to fool me but not being able to resist me to maintain your role.", he was clearly amused and laughed loudly. You sensed your chance noe and while he still u managed to get your hands free and pull him down for another kiss.

Be nice to me 🤪✨️ this is my first try after reading these stories for months everyday now haha

#rafe cameron fluff #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #pure fluff #slightly suggestive

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cupcakeslushie · 1 year

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hi lovely how r u?👋🏽

ok so im very new here but i did binge a good chunk of the separated au tag yesterday soooo needless to say it's been on my mind all day (plus that oneshot that someone wrote of donnie's pov and meeting mikey and raph did NOT help) but all this to say..

i don't remember the exact wording so apologies if im mis-paraphrasing but i believe in one post u said that au!donnie is a lot more uhhh "affection seeking" than canon donnie?

do u possibly hav sketches of what that would look like? is he less touch averse than canon donnie or does he just perceive, receive and search for "affection" in a different way? cuz if he is more physically affection i will in fact pass away😭. and as an avid disaster twins enjoying i am more curious in this aspect of him i regards to au!leo specifically🙏 (ig this is just me requesting said sketches if not. BUT OFC U DONT HAV TO IM JUST CURIOUS) anywyas i love ur brain this au is everything🥹🤝🏽

Hello I’m doing very well! 👋🏻

He still very much has canon!Donnie’s texture hangups and he’s often uncomfortable when things get “real”, but here he is very very very affectionate with his family. (I know I’ve said this before, but I don’t 100% buy that canon Donnie is as touch averse as the movie made him, since in the show he initiates hugs and often leans into group hugs. I think he believes he’s got to grumble to keep up his bad boy image, but for the most part he secretly loves getting hugs from his family but that’s just me. I could totally be wrong in that assessment. Anyways! Back to Sep!Donnie)

At first his displays of affection are very much over the top and performative because he doesn’t really know how positive touch works, but this boy craves any kind of hugs, head pats, and turtle piles he can get. Plus, here he has no bad boy image to maintain so he has no problem seeking out any and all forms of affection from his fam.

I’m kind of realizing I’ve sorta swapped him and Leo’s personalities to a degree lol. Sep!Leo is kind of the aloof-thinks-they’re-the-bad-boy, but awkward with displays of affection one, while Sep!Donnie is the one craving validation and attention 🤣

I don’t have any disaster twins sketches atm but I promise you won’t be wanting for that type of scenario very often as I tend to do more fluffy ideas in between the angst of comic updates (Feral Leo AU not withstanding lol 😝) -❤️

#separated au #ask slushie #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt

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literaphobe · 2 months

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hmmm is there any specific analysis of tvl youve been dying to share but havent been asked about yet?

ok. there’s a lot. but some I don’t want to do right now for SPOILERY REASONS. some of them are as follows:

- the fundamental misunderstanding that passively occurred between tvl ladynoir for most of tvl

- the way tvl chat noir ‘tests’ ladybug throughout the story and why he does what he does and why he behaves in seemingly ‘bizarre’ ways

- a lot of the others r um. I can’t even share the topic regarding it bc you guys haven’t gotten to whatever chapter it’s linked to yet (feel free to ask any questions tho! be it now or after future chapters. that’s usually what awakens the intense TED talks I give about tvl to myself in my head)

right now tho? I want to pick apart tvl adrien being an actor and why that is and why that’s sad and how it came to be

-> like with many parts of tvl! adrien being an actor is sort of thrust upon readers. it’s a story that places a Huge gap between canon and the tvl timeline, and some details can be inferred, but loads of stuff aren’t things a reader can know for sure

-> also, due to the set up of the story, most of the tiny teased bits of info regarding tvl Adrien’s life leading up to and At 23, is largely fed to readers by tvl marinette, and not tvl adrichat himself, despite most of the story being his pov. but the scenes he is allotted are largely those where he Interacts with ladybug, and when he is with her, he doesn’t think of much else, unless it’s specifically relevant (like the love marks conundrum)

-> he just doesn’t unpack his past in his thoughts very much. however much it pains him. because it’s not something he’d prefer to unpack is how ladybug is making him feel and how he feels about her bc she’s Right There and she has this Hold on his heart that he can’t help but fixate over

-> but what you can tell is that he doesn’t really want to be doing his job… rather he sees it as a means to an end. and also an inevitability in a sense 😔 very. You Can Take The Man Outta The City Not The City Out The Man core. it’s. the ones who abuse us can leave but the effects of that abuse aren’t as easy to shake. it’s also. sometimes we wind up doing what we ran away from but we pat ourselves on the back saying it’s different bc we chose it, or it’s not the same because we wound up in a hole two steps away from what we were originally doing and that’s a different hole so it’s okay maybe!. its. was this too hard to break away from? or was it just too easy to go back to because its all we were ever taught?

-> because imagine ur tvl adrien in uni and your friends have always had passions for things that are vaguely related to industries that you suffered in as a kid. your best friend wants to be a dj but he also loves directing and talks so passionately about his favorite films and DREAMS of making One Of The Greats one day. his gf who is also one of your best friends is into journalism and your ex gf who is also one of your best friends loves designing and fashion. and you used to be a model but don’t want to be a model anymore. u make some small movies to help your best friend with his projects for film classes. they’re so fun! you love how it brings you and your friends together. your ex who you never really got over helps make costumes, shyly puts makeup on you, your best friend’s gf promotes it on her massively successful blog. the public mostly cares about it because you were in it and you’re the kind of famous that doesn’t ever go away. you WISH it would go away. but then you try to see the bright side of it. your best friend is so happy people like his short film. he gets an A for the class. you accidentally get another friend even MORE heavily considered for the job she’s been talking about non stop all week because you mentioned knowing her. you get pressured into doing a film because they say they’ll give your best friend an important role on the crew. little by little it all builds up and this is just your career now

-> but you find little ways to take control. you realize you get to decide who works with you and for you and you see your Good Best Friend Ex who just started complaining about how little the internship she’s doing pays. you think you could take away her pain so easily. and it makes it all less painful for you. it’s such an even trade. but then your Partner Against Magic Crime starts taking up more of your time and you realize you WANT all the time that you can get, and having Something To Do In The Day becomes an absolute chore again, and maybe you don’t care how happy it could make the public and how Excited your fans will be

-> this manifests in all the little asides you see in tvl where he Suggests quitting his job all the time and Thinks about it a lot

-> At the same time. who doesn’t wanna quit their job. he’s just a little guy. surely he’s worked enough for several lifetimes

#ask #tvl #ALSO SORRY TO THE PEOPLEBWHOBI SCARED IN MY LAst post #ILL BE MORE CATEFUL W HOW I TALK ABOUT NEW CHAPTERS I LROMISE

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cranberrv · 20 days

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i think it’s finally time to fill u guys in on my roster LOL.. be prepared for blood sweat and tears

geography:

his name is geography cuz i met him in geo class for the first time! he looks like a skinny matt dillon w lighter hair, and he’s literally 6’1”. i used to like him sososooso much and when we sat together in a desk change i went feral!!!1! he’s sooo funny and i lowk miss when he was normal cuz he used to be so cute and awkward but now he’s so weird and immature ughhh. he asked me out last semester and i said no and i kinda regret it but idk i wanna like him so bad cuz i literally liked him FIRST but ig hes more like a friend. we argue a lot (teasingly) and its sooo obvious hes flirting with me and its so cute but i dont know.. maybe high school sweethearts maybe not (bye pov him to our future kid “ya ur mom liked me first then rejected me and then hated me and now likes me again and we r married and we had you”)

riverdale:

hehehehe hes so cute! he is blonde and goes to the school im transferring to and hes totes my type! (but then again my type is toxic red flags) we snap a lot and i quickadded him (whoops) but ive had my eye on his forever because his pfp on tiktok is so cute and we have mutual friends and i have been waiting for him to appear on my quickadd for forever! he wants me to move to the new school and thats sweet and he apologized for losing our 50 day streak :((( he was like “whoops mb” and i was like “abt what lmao” and he said “for losing our streak!” like awwwhhh u care! hes lowk depressed (i stalked his reposts) and he doesnt do super well in school but i can help him! hes my moms fave boy

mickey mouse:

i added him as a joke cuz hes only a couple years older than me and hes related to a celeb i like and i found his snap and he added me back and we’re snapping me full face and stuff. hes SO cute and i only just met him but he seems so sweet i stalked his insta

jeremiah:

dw thats not his actual name its an inside joke! anyway the way i describe this is gonna sound like true love but i swear its not hehehe <3 ive known him since gr6 and we instantly clicked on a canoe trip and got along sooo well, talking to him for the first time is a core memory. we were homeschooled together during the pandemic and we started liking each other and it was middle school so it was obvs so innocent and adorable! he got me flowers and chocolate for secret santa when we were 12 :(( i lost feelings but he liked me for a whole year after and i promised we would date in high school and now its high school and i broke my promise. i feel bad lowkkk.. but anyway i heard me might like me again! we have been kind of distant recently because he became one of the “cool kids” and i became one of the “popular girls” so ig we’ re in super similar and close circles but idk we never talk. i ran into him at the gas station and hes still so cute tho

person d:

thats who i left jeremiah for LMFAOO we met in gr7 and he was in gr8 and i was instantly head over heels, he has a big nose and dusty brown hair and brown eyes and hes so cute awww :(( we barely talked in middle school but then we added each other and started full on talking! he was soooo sweet but he had his days when he was kind of a jerk. we argued a lot and i think he thought it was teasing each other but it does get a bit tiring. we stopped talking for a bit but were kind of back again, its so off and on. when its good its so good.

#🎀 announcements #tumblr is my diary

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materialgworlas · 1 year

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Hey Siri how long has it been Sense

Materialgworlas posted

Siri: playing material girls by saucy Santana on Apple Music

Me:pauses music

You get what I’m try to say tho bestie YOU HAVENT GAVE US ANY SAUCE WERES THE SAUCE Please hook a sister up post POST PLEASE

Visitors From The Future- Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Synopsis: M kinda loving the whole Y/n gojo roommate canon so imam stick w it for now. SO imagine like u n gojo be arguing again, over sumn domestic like the nasty mf leavin skid marks or smthg😭 AND THENNN yall interrupted by sm1 at the door and its future nanami n yo future kids w gojo (Cuz of some mission into da future that takes place in da past… uh… YK WHAT FUCK THE LOGISTICS MAN JUST ALLOW IT). And gojo be smug as hell cuz he already got a lil crush on u so knowing yall get busy in da future is a major confidence boost.

GOJO AF

And like u in denial cuz u been resisting the urge to jump in this blind mice ahh mf’s bones for AGES

YO MANS😫😫

anddddd u kinda feeling geto rn but yo kids r cute so u aint really complaining. And it’s just future nanami tired as hell cuz yo kids got gojo’s energeticness and ur stubbornness so they can’t be reasoned w😍

pov its bedtime🥰

JORDANA BBG HERE U GOOOOO😁 IM EXPECTING MY COMMISION IN DMS👹👹(yk what im talkin ab)

warning: uh da n-word? sm foul language, the readers black, gojo be simpin then foul at the end, poor suguru just wanted nyash, nanami deserves better than designated nanny AHAH GET IT NANANNY-MI REHEHEHE IM SO FUNNY-

☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

“I SWEAR TO GOD IMMA MURDER THIS FOOL!”

“Eughhhhh it’s not even that bad-“

“WDYM NOT THAT BAD MAN U SHAT UP THE WHOLE KITCHEN!!”

“Mf actin like its on the walls”

“…”

“What-“

“WHO THE FUCKKKK DO U THINK CLEANS THE DAMN APARTMENT GOJO!”

“Gojo?? I thought we were at that ‘Satoru’ level-“

“NIGGA STFU! Yo crusty ahh been fucking up my damn kitchen for WAY too long! Clean yo shit mf, last I checked slavery was over!”

“This is why we should get a maid.”

“WITH WHAT FUNDS!??!?! WE BROKE STUDENTS!”

“phhfft speak for yourself, im loaded.”

“Correction, was loaded. Until yo parents got tired of funding ur dookie lifestyle n cut you off.”

“…”

“reheh, gotcha nigga.”

“Ughhhhh I hate this.”

“Oh and u think I like wasting my breath?? Mf just clean the damn mess you made so ion have to yell.”

“yeah, u only be yelling for Suguru these days...”

“NIGGA WHAT??”

“…” “U WANNA SAY THAT TO MY FACE U POMPOUS CANT DO SHIT LIMP DICCK BEADY EYED FREAKK WITH YO WHITE HAIR GOT U LOOKING LIKE AN OLD ASS EGG HEADED SLENDER MAN! CLEAN YO MAN MESS OR FUCKING LEAVE!” you practically roared, heavily breathing whilst a shocked Gojo stared at your angered form

Great, now you’ve done it

“yk what fuck this shit, I’m heading out.” you huffed before storming off to your room to get changed

You always take things too far, don’t you satoru. And the worst part is I only made that mess cause I was tryna make that weird dish Y/n loves, but I fucked it up n got embarrassed. God I gotta let go of this petty crush, I mean- shes literally hooking up with my best friend, by definition that should make Y/n off limits. But I just… She just so smart n funny n GAHD DAYM THAT ASS PHATT- but all I manage to do is piss her off. EUGH curse these damn feelings! Maybe ill call hoe#2 later to de-stress, she doesn’t mind when I say the wrong name at least-

“You gon get the door or not!?”

Your yell from the other room had broken through Gojo’s thoughts, now aware of the ringing the 6’3 man lumbered to the door

“Oh yeh nanamin-“

“DADDY!”

Gojo’s greeting had been cut off by the shrill of the two young children that clung to Nanami’s frame, eagerly reaching out to touch him. “May we come inside.” The weary blond spoke, waiting patiently for his ‘friend’ to move aside allowing him to enter, the two infants in tow.

“who was at the door-“you padded into the living room, dressed much nicer than before, stopping short seeing your best friend, Nanami, and the two children in his arms. “Mini, who’s black babies are these” you chortled

“MAMA!” The children wailed, squirming hard enough to break free from Nanami’s hold and rush to you.

“The fu-“

“Y/N! no cussing in front of the kids!” Gojo hissed, you rolled your eyes but relented. Turing your attention to the children clinging to your legs

“these babies kidna cute.” You muttered

“I KNOW RIGHT!!” Gojo cooed, tickling the younger girl who let out a happy squeal

“I should hope you find your own children cute.” Nanami said, in his matter of fact tone, as if he aint dropped a phatt ass spoiler in yo lives.

“My own children- huh?”

“Yes, myself, Kasumi and Saku are from the future. They are your children.” Mf dropping bomb after bomb without a second thought THAT’S how tired he is.

OUR WHAT? KIDS? U MEAN I- SHITTT, I have so many questions! When do we get together? Are we still together?? Do we get married?? Wait he said from the future- just how far into the future we talking??? How long I gotta wait to dick Y/n down n make my Gojo army... Saku’s got Y/ns smile and Kasumi got her… well everything. Damn I really lucked out-

So many thoughts in Gojo’s head. Yet all he could muster was,

“Huh… come to think of it you do look a lil older to how I remember.” Trying to keep his composure whilst he did internal backflips

Our kids? You mean me and this dusty- who am I kidding GORGEOUS idiot fuck?? AND I POP OUT TWO OF HIS EGG HEADED BABIES?? I mean, when?? Where?? why?? I mean sure the niggas fine but uh me n Geto kinda… well its complicated. But DAMN if these babies aren’t the cutest lil shit I ever seen. Saku’s got Gojos big ahh blue bug eyes but he makes em work w his brown skin n adorable lil afro… he can’t be more than 6 I’d say. AND OH MY LIFE KASUMI IS ADORABLE EHEHEH, she gets her cuteness from her mama let’s not lie but her beautiful curled her got white locks that fit her so well. Ehehe yk what, I’m not mad.

“Mama, no angy?” Kasumi babbled

“Huh- why would I be angry??”

“C-cause we twied to make (insert favourite food🥰) n-nd made biggggggggggg mess.” Saku said, peering at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Dadda’s dia!” Kasumi pointed to Gojo who picked up the happy girl

“Dadda’s what?” he hummed

“SUMI’S RIGHT W-WE ONLY DID IT CAUSE-BECAUSE DADDY SAID YOU’D LIKE IT!”

Gojo rn:🧍🏾‍♀️

“You were tryna make (favourite food)? N made a big mess…” now u aint the brightess when it comes to this shit but even you could connect the dots.

Now the famous Satoru Gojo, strongest sorcerer, was shying away from the knowing look you gave him. his cheeks dusted with an embarrassing amount of pink as he used Kasumi’s chubby body to shield himself.

YOU AF

Your cute lil moment was cut short by Nanami’s haggard snores, the poor man was sprawled on your couch. If it weren’t for his aggressive ass noises, you’d think the mf was dead😭

“Um- er, well they can’t exactly leave until Nanami’s awake…” Gojo started

“True, and it’d be cruel to wake him… he looks so tired.”

“…I guess we’ll have to look after the kids until he wakes up🥳🥳🥳. Oh well, HEY- who wants to teleport to Uncle Suguru n tell him the good news!!”

“Gojo you’re foul-“

“MEEEE!” Saku and Kasumi yelled in unison

“ALRIGHT LETS GO!😁”

GETO WHILE GOJO BE PARADING HIS HAPPY LIL FAMILY ON HIS LAWN

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ik its been a hot minute yall but dw ur warrior @jordanahart been on my ass everyday to post dis 😔✊🏾 1 man army fr

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insult-2-injury · 2 years

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Just read ur new chapter of take a seat and I sjdvjabdjsjs...AND I...°Sh¢=cvNE¥=V¢{¢GE[¥=....thank u. Like im literally going feral, so deranged, screaming crying throwing up like I'm SO excited u have no idea. The way u write Silco 🫦🫦🫦 he's so mean and mysterious I feel like it's REALLY true to cannon and idk if you've ever planned on writing his POV but I think I speak for all the readers when I say we'd go R A B I D for it. Anyways, thank u for doing the lords work and ur writing always clears up my skin and waters my crops and I'm wishing u good luck and for the writing muse to be kind to u and ur work <3.

(◠‿・)—☆

I frickin LOVE you, anon. I LOVE YOU. I am so SO happy that people are enjoying my silly little fic! Like I've said before, Take a Seat is my first born and my favorite child. So, the fact that anyone is reading it at all makes me want to scream into the sun. I can't thank you all enough for sticking with, especially after how long I took on that last update! Slow burn in more ways than one.

I'm over the moon that you love my Silco! He may act like knife girl is the bane of his existence, but at this point he's realizing just how fucked he is. Oops he might actually be intrigued and maybe even *cough* care about her wellbeing??

As @teashroom put it, Silco is multilingual, so when he says "You're bothersome", what he actually means is "Fuck me, I love you".

Also, there's no way he wasn't at least half mast at the end of chapters 6-8. Only a matter of time now heheheh.

And that brings us to the Silco POV! I've thought about writing one for a while now, but it was all dependent on whether I garnered enough interest in the fic, but honestly I'd LOVE to. There's nothing I love more than crawling inside this disgusting little man's head.

If you have a specific chapter/scene you'd like me to write, please send in request or DM! I'd be honored!

Thank you so much for making my entire day!! Asks like this mean the actual world to me, you have no idea! You're so wonderful!

<3 <3 <3

#this made me weepy #thank you so so much <3 #take a seat #asks

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Ch 19 Commentary

"Cyrill takes it gently and rubs his thumbs over the two fleshy bumps at the bottom of his palm, not scenting yet."

u have NO IDEA. how much i wanted to call the bottom part of soleil's palm the "ball of his hand" but google was like ? ??? ? ?HUH? that has always been referred to as the "ball of ur hand" in my head so imagine my >> when i was like. wait. is that a thing (thinking it might not be a thing. which it is not dHFSKJDF)

“Have a seat and I’ll let you know in just a sec~”

This line makes me so happy for some reason? Just like, Cyrill's penchant for showing off overriding any thought he might have for it worrying Soleil? Cyrill really Does like showing off and I feel he hasn't had as much of a chance to do so but now that everyone's getting more comfortable w/ each other, he's letting himself do that more. Also i think he's just getting a little pent-up which makes him want to act out more, and part of acting out is being a bit of a show-off.

this for sure relates to him saying he's "scented with a cutie" and immediately wishing he hadn't, bc he doesn't want to overwhelm soleil/make him uncomfortable but it's a lot harder to Not be so loose/flippant when they're getting more comfortable around each other. (i've hopefully left it ambiguous enough as to what soleil Is feeling about that slip. it's not just cyrill's POV, i think soleil is just straight up having unclear feelings about that interaction)

Ray breaks his concentration because he emerges from where he’s been in his office and unlocks the door from the inside first and exits through.

Aaa, it's not like, a Long-term solution bc it's just not possible that someone's going to be home every time + able to get to the door when someone else is coming home but, trying to spare Soleil that panic right after a Fresh reminder of how much the dead bolt upsets him, makes me soft. (tho maybe it's not the Most effective method either since he didn't actually tell soleil he was going to do it. so the two of them each sat there with some brainpower dedicated to waiting for the others to get home. i have more thoughts on this/their relationship/the way they interact (or don't interact) with each other but they r stewing still and not yet words.)

"'Is there anything else I can help with?' He asks and sits up straight when Cyrill turns towards him."

This interaction is pinging me so hard. I think it's that he's p much completely at ease, he's not asking out of anxiety or bc he thinks he Should be helping

And then - "He sits up primly, with his hands in his lap, when he’s done.

'Anything else?' He asks with a tilt of his head and a swish of his tail. He quickly quiets his tail."

i'm ngl i think it would make cyrill slightly insane @ soleil sitting up straight, waiting for direction, and smelling so sweet and pleased. also I am going insane bc genuinely, soleil just wants to be pleasing and liked and to be safe (and those three are currently all bundled together). and i'm thinking about the pyramid of needs now, i think this section gets me so good bc soleil would Also like to be told he's done a good job/Feel like he's done a good job and he has so rarely had the opportunity for either, esp not for smth he actually Enjoys. so his ease and soft eagerness here makes me want to crawl up some walls. I think it's also funny that he then immediately brushes off cyrill's thanks. "Oh, it was nothing." Not to you it wasn't!! And not to him either!!

“Yes.” He forces himself to say even though his throat is tight. “Yes, I—”

Originally, this line was "Yes, I want that." and then he looks down to his lap but then upon reread, brain was like WOAH that's so forward of him idk about all that just yet, even tho he's riding the high of this successful candle making. and then it was a "yes, I—i'd like that" but then it was so succinct/abrupt in terms of the Structure and still slightly too forward but then i realized, like. he's genuinely choked up by emotion anyway. he can force himself to say the first Yes because he wants to make sure cyrill hears his answer (and he's good at forcing out answers, Yes's especially) but the rest of it is all uncharted territory and i was like, ah yeah, ig he just Doesn't say the rest of that and it Does actually work for his chara.

SNEEZES, me realizing cyrill and soleil paralleling each other here-->cyrill saying he Wants wrt doing puzzles/naps etc again, and hoping soleil can hear just how much in his voice. soleil being unable to Say he wants but hoping cyrill can see it in his face. lies down, they r so,,, earnest and dear to me and trying so hard, lies down again

CLIFFHANGER? ahskf idt it's Quite dramatic enough to be called a cliffy but :3 esp compared to my usual tendency to wrap things up softly

this ch was broken off of last bc it was getting too long and while this ch was genuinely a bunch of plot-relevant padding/set up (setting up soleil being able to let someone else watch over ness, esp while he himself is napping. what i just pointed out @ wanting to feel like he's done a good job, another set-up for going out somewhere together) i was also like. i need to pack in the fluff bc we r about to take a trip back to angst town. here comes one of those two (three.....four?) steps back moments in the "healing is not linear" vibe

Ness quickly bustles over to pull down the blanket that hangs over that side of the couch and to lay it over Soleil, uncomfortably using him as a prop and pressing all his weight through one arm straight onto Soleil’s ribs so he can reach it.

Forgot I wanted to talk about this bit bc!! Like, I was just thinking about how bony and heavy and not-body-conscious toddlers can be and like! Ness is getting used to being able to do all of that, like in ch 17 where he throws himself into Soleil's lap in the park (and that doesn't end so well), his default is changing from worrying about pressing on bruises/really Hurting his mother or even considering that to be a possibility which is great! That's absolutely the better scenario in Soleil's eyes, even if it means now he's stressed about a more squirmy, wriggly, energetic Ness (but that stress will lessen over time too ^^ as his default changes from worrying that Ness will be Too Much). And i think ness will also slowly work out these new boundaries look like ^^

#Ch.19 #Commentary #Cyrill #Soleil #Ray #Ness #just a lil for ray and ness

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findursoulmateorfindyourself · 7 months

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sometimes u have to get ur ass upp out if delukuland also…literally with the while conflict being si cruel and spreaded and smdiscussed widely with the media so many thungs will go on in your head and in your heart. and then when u finally come to the conclusion uh la actually i haba pov now u look around and see ah fuck but actually this is the narrative and the communication in the mainstream media and the constent way if dealing with it in the country u r born at and even ur parents start to tqlk this thungs where u would be like wtf. my father us rlly more the type if no justice no peace opressors vs surpressers but still yet the fqct it wswept away and got into a however?! antimuslimic debate a ) he hates what islam did to hus hometown and the xountries qround him i guess; b) they are fucking scared. I live in my delulu land where all i have is my great ethical values figured out; but we dont want no afd in the front rows. my parents love to live in a democracy they love eventhi when i watch the news it feels diffeerent but they love the freedom of news and they just dobt want a nazi party that rules over . i get it; its a reasonable way if being realistix too. and honestly as much as I hate this pov and it despite with my values I inw where they r coming from

its about depression but honestly truth spoken! it needs a little bit if creativity to ubderstqnd things

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Soul Vibration

What I Liked

hhhhh god the first person pov was. at first. i rly dont like first person pov but the best way to use first person pov is an unreliable narrator trope and it works so well here. chi nan is rly truly dense/maybe in denial? low self-esteem? but he rly doesn't know when ppl like him and even all of salinger's gentleness just goes over his head like ur so nice to ur fanboy salinger-oppa but that's also part of why salinger has grown to love him so much. like some parts were? p obvious to the readers prob? like when salinger wrote wish it is love and had a second helmet made but chi nan is just like, wow that's nice ge! and i am there like, salinger is prob falling in love w u, u silly boy

soul vibration really is the perfect title for them, what salinger and chi nan have rly could be described as simply as "soul vibration". the series of fate-like coincidences, the way their tacit understanding just forms so naturally, as if they were two halves of a whole just waiting for the other to come to them... tbh with the way salinger treated his past lovers and music and how his confession would be "would you start a band with me?", he somewhat reminds me of the 52hz whale, living in this world with no one else quite on the same frequency as he is. but then comes chi nan, who loves him, who loves his music, loves rock, and the text doesn't say it, but i really do wonder if this is salinger's "first love", in a way

i also like the romantic, whimsical, poetic, yet melancholic vibe that permeates the whole story, told in chi nan's rose-colored filter of his idol salinger, the admiration that has turned to love somewhere but is untold, maybe because chi nan doesn't quite know when it became love or doesn't admit it due to a mental block, his concern over his hearing loss and how he lives every day like it's going to be his last to be embraced by music

it's full of vibes is like a crap way to describe this wn but it rly do be full of vibes. mb bc it's in the pov of a songwriter but the prose is filled w metaphors of an ordinary sort of beauty that could be turned into art bc that's how inspiration is, how something so trivial could become a muse... it's the sort of story that evokes something like an image as simple as the first ray of sunlight of a dawn breaking through the night, in between tall skyscrapers of an indifferent concrete forest, but also the silent roar of a blackhole spinning endlessly in the depths of the universe as a new star is born in a different corner... im just rambling at this point lmao

the vague happy ending told in post-ending extras, just enough to give a taste of what happens but not elaborated enough that it gives a lot of room for readers to imagine what happens after...

What I Disliked

dr solo and ending the story just as they get together /crying

more abt the tl, but there r like plenty of grammar mistakes n typos. via lactea i believe u can do better.

#cantalooprat reads

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hi ok so i love following u and seeing ur posts i think u have a good grasp on these characters and ur takes are always super fun to read (also loveing p&p) i was wondering if u have like a list of recommendations for fics that you think everyone should read or that have really good characterization im sorta new here and ive been scouring the internet but its hard to narrow down lol

hiiii thank you!!! I know it can be kinda overwhelming and honestly I’ve barely scratched the surface myself with the amount of fics that are out there, but here’s a short list. i will roughly divide these into dean studies fics and cas studies fics. You can also look through my bookmarks on ao3 here if you want a longer list.

Dean studies:

Head Full of Darkness. Takes place during the widower arc in s13.

r/supernatural. Dean posts about his problems on Reddit. Very funny

Put Up Your Dukes. This is exquisite Dean POV. Cas is ooc in this imo but like in a fun way. It’s a very cheesy and fun romantic fic

A Complete Kingdom. This is a horror case fic set after s8 and has an ambiguous but unhappy ending. However I think everyone should read this anyway because the characterisation and dialogue are really stellar. It’s also a really good case fic. Like what if spn was actually scary and also good? It’s more unsettling than scary imo but still. Highly recommend it.

HOW TO: BUILD A MAN. This is a fun trans dean fic!

I will just generically recommend xylodemon. They have a lot of good one shots and I’ve liked most of their stuff!

Cas studies:

So Says The Sword. A foundational text in the fandom and it deserves the praise it gets. Cas is tasked with watching over Dean in the Green Room/Beautiful Room in s4 over the course of about 2 years. Reading about two guys being stuck in a room together during the quarantine gives it an extra kick.

Same Ghost Every Night. Cas listens to Dean’s nightly prayers in Purgatory.

the doorway to a thousand churches. Cas POV during the Naomi brainwashing arc in S8. It’s really good

walking on a string. Cas takes breaks from fighting a civil war to fuck Dean silly in various motel rooms

you’re holy to me. VERY explicit smut so be warned but this fic fucking rules

Angels Americana. This perfectly captures s4/s5’s vibes of an apocalypse in modern america. Not strictly a cas studies fic per se but it has very epic vibes.

my heart a compass. best 15x18 fix it fic I’ve read (though I haven’t read many. still this fic is very good)

Until the Breaking of the Day. Vintage destiel fic from 2009. This could go in either category but I like the angel stuff in it and it’s pretty funny

climb down off of the cross and change your mind. bitter casgirl human cas s9 fic. It’s a real good time

the reach of human sense. Cas is upset Dean can’t see his true form. i LOVE this fic. I’ve recc’d this author several times by this point in the list. Everything I’ve read from them has been really great!

#fic.txt #asks #fic #<- there’s stuff in that tag as well!

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hello JDMAJMJA ik ur req r closed but if u want to write this it's ok (got this idea earlier after i woke up LMAO) imagine if the toman members shaked hands with takemichi but instead of takemichi time travelling the toman members would travel to the future and they would be so confused and they would start searching for their s/o but the twist is their s/o died long ago in the past in a fight between toman and a gang, then they would find takemichi and tell him what happened (while crying ofc)

❀ I CAN’T FIND YOU | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mikey gets sent to the future | in an unfamiliar world, i can’t find you

🥛 — sano manjirou ( + hanagaki takemichi )

🧾 — gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, character death (mentioned), au - canon divergence, timeline: post-tenjiku, chapter 188: the lion of the day, established relationship, imagine

✉ — decided to be an absolute bastard today and wrote this for mikey; don’t mind the title, i just can’t think of a good one

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“But your back was bigger than anyone on the field that day.”

Everything was so different and yet the same, he wasn’t too sure how he should describe it. Was this what people see after inhaling substances that shouldn’t be in one’s system? Drugged out of their mind to escape their mistakes instead of facing them… (Just like how he does: run away.)

“It’s as if you were carrying many burdens.”

It was as if he was boosted into the future like some catapult.

He stumbles.

Oh. He was.

“You’re cool, you know.”

A sound of a horn, a car hurriedly skidding to a stop an inch away from him. The driver yells at him for being reckless, running out of nowhere into a busy road. His road should have momentarily fled out of him in shock at that moment but all he felt was panic and it wasn’t even for himself.

Tokyo is a busy city. Neon lights in this part with people hurrying to get home. Cars and bikes he doesn’t recognize, a reflection he can’t even put a finger on.

It isn’t the Tokyo he knew.

It isn’t the him he knew.

“Takemitchy is my hero.”

He breathes heavily, staggering away and onto the sidewalk, falling on his knees amidst the people sparing him one glance before continuing on their way—already assuming that he was out of it, high on drugs, or shit-faced drunk.

His fingers are shaking.

“I thought I would be creating the “era”.”

There was a lump in his throat, getting dizzy and trembling all over. A heavy weight on his head and his heart beating too fast and pounding too hard. Everything was noisy, the lights were blinding.

Everything was too much.

When he looked at his calloused hands that was way too scarred to be his, even that was too much.

“Get up, Takemitchy.”

The footsteps echoed throughout the night and he stands, reaching out a hand for the other boy to take, Takemitchy.

And then, that was it.

When he blinked, he was in this place that was too much for him.

When he blinked, he was standing in front of a haka; holding a bouquet of flowers, red carnations2, your favorite. The incense sticks are already lit, the grave not recent but taken care of. And on that stone was one single family name, the same family name that he hoped to replace with Sano.

It was yours.

Eyes blown wide and head clenched tightly between his hands, hanging lowly as he sits on the sidewalk with everyone rushing past him as if he was the only one frozen in time—invisible to the rest of the world, too ignorant for their own good.

He was a man unrecognizable to the public, unrecognizable even to his own self. In another world, he could be someone great. In another world, he could be that guy in the motorcycle shop down the road that was owned by three brothers. In another world, he could have been a criminal.

In this, he’s a broken man.

Twelve years.

He couldn’t even sob anything out nor let tears slip down his face. It wasn’t even twelve seconds for him.

He tries to regulate his breathing, trying to block out everything, trying to numb everything out as if this wasn’t happening at all. Pushing his eyes shut, he wills the world to shut up, wills the drowning onslaught of emotions to drain away like water in a drain.

Count.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5…

He wants to feel like how his eyes are. An endless void of nothingness, blank. Dead.

6… 7…8… 9… 10-

“Mikey-kun?”

His hair was black.

Sano Manjirou could recognize those blue eyes anywhere. Above the riverbank, sky blue skies dotted with white clouds. It was the same place he told one determined blond boy his dream before everything went to shit. It was the same place he told you he loved you.

In a world of unfamiliarity was one person he could finally recognize.

“Takemitchy.”

And in that sidewalk—with the boy he considered as his hero, his brother—vulnerable as he finally lets out tears he’s been trying to repress to choke him.

A helpless look on his face, desperate, trying to erase the image of the graveyard in his mind.

“I can’t find Y/n.”

• haka1 - japanese gravestone / family grave

• red carnations2 - symbolizes sincere love and affection; commonly placed on the gravestone of the deceased

[ coffee: sielouu ]

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro imagines #sano manjirou #manjiro x reader #manjirou x reader #sano manjiro #manjiro #hanagaki takemichi #takemichi hanagaki #takemitchy

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Hey!!! I just saw ur post and well, i have a request😊 how bout a fic where MC is enjoying hrslf with music fully turned on and Ethan walks in and he's like WHIPPED. if its shitty or u have made a fic similar to it, then completely ignore this. LOTS OF LOVE❤❤

Singin’ In The Bar

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Becca Lao) Rating: Teen+ Summary: She’s having a grand ol’ time singing and dancing at Donahue’s with her friends, from his same ol’ stool Ethan watches desperately from the sidelines. Sometime in book 2. Trope: Drunk; Pining; Musical; Ethan’s POV

A/N: thank you for requesting this ♥ i’ve had it in my wips for months, soo sorry about that

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Ethan was sitting at his normal spot at the bar of Donahue’s. Something he’s done nearly every night since he became an attending at Edenbrook Hospital. The evening was less than his preferred quiet, white-noise of the bar. There were residents being rowdy by the darts board and dancing around the old jukebox.

He knew most of the faces and others he didn’t care enough to get to know. The ones he did know were a side effect of knowing Her. He smiled to himself, how could one woman stumble into his life and change almost every one of his ideals? Ethan had always made it a point to not form any sort of workplace acquaintanceship with any resident unless they did something notable, and even then they’d have to be at least a third-year. Or so that concrete rule was put into place right after she bought him a scotch that first day of intern year.

Sometime during his reverie her group of friends decided to turn the jukebox into makeshift karaoke. Ethan’s nose scrunched up in a disdainful grimace as some utter garbage with strong bass and high syncopation began blaring from the old speaker system.

He took a long swig of scotch.

In the distance he could hear the residents were not so subtly rapping to Anaconda. Ethan thought about how none of them probably realized the refrain’s from Sir Mix A Lot. He promptly rolled his eyes, the age gap apparent more than ever. That was certainly evident - especially with the unabashed way Lahela was pointing and coaxing everyone to “look at her butt”.

And Ethan did. Very briefly he looked over to see who exactly Lahela was referring to. Telling himself he wanted to see the ruckus and not the bright and weakening smile of his resident.

His.

Ethan finished his drink in one gulp.

In the short time it took, the girls began to girl-group to Bang Bang; another song Ethan didn’t care to know.

He stole a glance again, and their eyes met. Becca’s glowing features perked into a small genuine smile just for him.

Ethan couldn’t look away - she was the depths of a sea and he wanted to continue falling deeper and deeper. His full body shifted towards her, a sailor being beckoned by a siren. The rational Dr. Ramsey did a 180 and turned towards Reggie for another drink. Ethan needed to put as much distance as possible between him and Dr. Lao.

Even with his gaze trained on the bar top, hands wrapped around a double scotch and shooting her an indifferent shoulder, Ethan could feel her eyes on him. Could sense the flicker of pain he inflicted by snubbing her.

A slower song came on that pulled Ethan out of his stupor. But it wasn’t the song. It was the voice singing along to Mario’s Let Me Love You.

Ethan knew this song. He knew it rather well, actually.

He let the old R&B bassline circle around him and take him back to before he was the Great Dr. Ethan Ramsey. Back to a time when he was just Ethan, studying alone in his room and planning out the rest of his life meticulously. And how he’s come to learn these last two years - no matter how hard you try - it’s impossible to keep to plan. Everything is subjective. And maybe, just maybe, everything he’s told himself was leading up to this moment.

This moment when he finally needed to abandon them.

Ethan’s strict code was a coping mechanism all his life. Something to govern his habits to lead him to his greatest desires. Never could Ethan Ramsey ever have imagined what was actually waiting for him at the end of the fantasy. He always thought it was medical greatness but maybe it was… something else.

He glanced over his shoulder.

And there she was making an absolute fool of herself trying to do the old choreography. It had his heartbeat quickening and his grip on the glass tightening.

When she sang the chorus for the first time her amber eyes locked with Ethan’s. The intensity had him sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. He tried to look away - oh did he try - but couldn’t. She was captivating. She had a hold on him he couldn’t explain in any scientific words.

Ethan sat stone still, his deep gaze stuck on her movements for the next two minutes. His breath came and went with the sway of her hips.

“Someone turn this garbage off!” a bargoer shouted as the song closed and another Ariana Grande song came on.

Whatever spell Becca had him under was broken when the rest of her group shouted back “no” as they danced side to side.

His eyes flitted back to his drink. A burning sensation at the base of his neck had him swearing she kept looking at him. That she was telling him something through the unfamiliar and muffled lyrics. The way her hips talked were certainly saying something else.

Before this new song finished, after their eyes held one for seconds too long once more, Ethan abandoned his half full glass and exited the bar in a quick fury.

And Becca’s heart fell..

Before she knew it she was moving.

“Becks, where you going?” Bryce called after her.

“Really need to pee. Be right back!”

She made her escape through the side door out to the beer garden. He wasn’t there. Her head whipping back and forth trying to find his tall frame. Her feet moving to the darkest of corners he could be hiding in.

Out of the corner of her eye a figure paced in circles in the parking lot, the desolate lot in the distance for the beauty parlor storefront next door. His hands tangling in his hair, pulling at the strands. Carefully, cautiously, she moved towards him. The clacking of her heels on asphalt the only sign Ethan wasn’t alone anymore.

Closer and closer she moved, and he still moved back and forth.

As soon as she was within hearing range, ever so softly she spoke; “Hey...”

He stopped.

His head whipped towards hers. She was standing there looking like the heroine of every damned dream he’s ever had all his life. The streetlamp casting down on her like a godforsaken halo.

Ethan closed the distance in three long strides.

His hands met her first - cupping her cheeks seconds before their lips meet. They’ve done this a handful of times before and still it was as intoxicating - maybe more so - than the first time. Her hands trailed up his arms, clinging to the fabric at his bicep. The kiss was bruising, deep and stealing any rational breath they ever emitted in the past. Their liquor-lacked tongues tangled and glided in ways that sent sparks flying and their knees wobbling. In the dim streetlighting on this seemingly random weeknight the two figures melded into one.

Minutes that felt like seconds had their lungs clawing for oxygen. Both gasping, Ethan pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. His thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks, as he searched her for any sensible reasoning.

“What are you doing to me?”

The whispered words brushed over her just before Ethan pulled her back in.

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you mentioned in an ask that you’ve finally pinned down r/s, i’d love to hear what ur process is for characterizing them!! how you get into their silly minds etc!

also i just finished ilob and oh man oh man that love confession at the end had my jaw on the floor!! crazy good, i love your writing

hii hi babe! thank you so much! i'm so glad you liked it! i wanna start with the disclaimer that if you were to hold my characterisation of r/s up against canon...im SURE it falls to pieces, i am! most of who they are to me now is just whatever jumbled sediment has built up in my brain! and they continue to change and shift a little bit depending on the fic context/pov (i think ill end up writing a v different sirius when i get in remus' head for the post-prank fic, and removing remus' lycanthropy in the muggle au led to a slightly different remus there too imo) under the cut for my nonsense xox

i think for me characterizing sirius, rightly or wrongly, comes down to the intensity of his emotions? idk, i tend to write him as quite a desperate character and quite an angry one, and sometimes his intensity can boil over into a capacity for cruelty that i don't necessarily think remus has? taking ilob as an example of my r/s, the scene where they call off their arrangement originally had sirius doing the calling off. and i just could not get the scene to work, it was a nightmare, it just fuckin sucked. i switched the roles and i think that worked so much better because remus does have that self-sacrificial dimension, a propensity to consider the 'greater good' in any situation, that sirius does not. it made more sense to have sirius to fight to keep what he had that way--he really is quite doglike imo, both in his loyalty and his aggression. the same intensity that makes him loyal can make him dangerous, yknow?

remus is softer and a bit sadder and more subtle and considered, both when im writing as him or as sirius. they both have tempers but he has a much better handle on his (a desperation to be a polite/controlled 'model werewolf' blahblahblah), so where sirius boils down to anger remus boils down to sadness or a little self-loathing. he speaks slowly (lots of 'er'-ing) and he takes into account the impact of his words beforehand--my sirius, poor boy, never fucking does this--but he's also a bit of a coward, avoiding confrontation and such. sirius usually has to drag it out of him. when i'm writing from remus' pov i'm thinking, what is smart? what is for the best? what is most peaceful? and when i'm writing from sirius' pov it's, what is the problem right now? what is standing in my way? what is the truth?

and then in terms of like mannerisms and such...remus is my lovely fiddly little guy. he's scratching at his hair or picking his nails or a thread on his clothes or the armchair he's sitting on. he's a scribble in my head, whereas sirius is all sharp lines. sirius is draping himself over everything n everyone he's lounging about, he's more confident in himself and his body language is less awkward and reigned-in. which makes it even funnier when he falls to pieces in front of remus Just A Guy lupin. remus' speech is usually a little more formal (sirius already sounds like the queen, he doesnt need to speak like her too) and sirius is a bit more haughty. tips his chin up a lot, tosses his hair about a lot etc

yeah! i think those are the main consistencies between my versions of r/s. they change and develop the more i write them n every fic leaves me with a better idea of how i see them, but they're also very different between fics! when theyve got different forces acting on them n stuff. im not in any way saying these are correct or true to canon or anything but theyre just the sort of details i (consciously or not) tend to repeat when im writing them <3 thank u!!

#r/s #waxedpoet #telegram #actually in regards to sirius fightin for what he wants #he like. LITERALLY does that in aofgwm. and only after does he kinda give up n thats kinda sad

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