"Omg Yamada is so attractive"
Haha YEAH OBVIOUSLY HE OF COURSE IS THE MOST ATTRACTIVE ONE
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James doesn't know that they're retiring from the anime yet
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Xiao got me into Genshin
Kazuha brought me back
And now Cyno has sat himself on my heart right next to the both of them.
I love my short kings 🥺💖
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Super late update (obviously because his banner ended awhile ago)
But baby came home 💖
Everytime I look up Xiao anything, I always see stuff about the Lantern Rite Festival.
I GET IT, I MISSED THE BEST EVENT IN THE ENTIRE MF'ING GAME
STOP PLAYING WITH ME, MIHOYO, AND LET ME BRING MY BABY HOME 😡😭
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based off cabanel’s fallen angel
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I need Cloud Strife fic recs. It's somehow been really difficult finding raunchy fics about him—
Help a gal out 😩
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[4:58AM] "So," you drawled, the beginnings of a question on your lips. "You never get tired?"
Gojo, who had just finished explaining his cursed technique to you, grinned; a wolfish, suggestive grin that you pointedly ignored.
"Don't you get mentally tired, though? Emotionally? That sounds very emotionally draining."
"What makes you think that?" He teased.
Ever so, your nose scrunched and you tossed him a weary glance. "Because being around you is draining. I can only imagine how draining it is to be you!"
"How rude!" The look of hurt that crossed Gojo's face would have been convincing had he not still been smiling. "I demand a coffee date as reparations!"
"Reparations? What about every mission I've had to babysit you? Where's my reparations?" Because in truth, there was never any real need for you and Gojo to be assigned any mission together. He was the "strongest" and more than capable of handling himself. So, what other reason could there be if not babysitting? — by you, the only person proven to rein in the great (read: insufferable) Satoru Gojo?
"You are absolutely right!" His tone of voice feigned exasperation, but his expression read glee as though you walked right into a trap he laid. "Would you like your reparations tall, grande, or venti? Personally, I take mine venti with nineteen (19) pumps of sweetener."
"Nineteen—?!" You sputtered, too gobsmacked to even question how he talked you into to a(n) date outting (it's a date). "That's..." you crunched the numbers in your head. "That's over six (6) ounces of sweetener, Gojo!"
"What? Is that too much?"
"... Are you on drugs? Is that it?"
"Don't knock it 'til you try it!"
"Not everyone can stomach crack in their coffee, Gojo."
He laughed, clear amusement dancing across his —uh, blindfold?
You sighed, filling the space that began to fall into silence, and relented. "... Grande."
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