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ushijima + b.d.e + forget me not's

 i sincerely apologize if this turned out bad i am absolutely horrendous and characterizing ushijima 😭 i love him but when i think of him my brain goes Big Man and my flight or fight responses activate

send me a character + set of letters + a flower

bon appetite! the sun was setting and the clouds were a lovely shade of red, the grass was moist and the smell of smoke filled the air.

the grill wasn’t going as horribly bad as the black debris suggested, really, you’d just managed to kill a chicken a second time, and the air around you with it. ushijima, on the other hand, was doing wonderfully- his vegetables were perfectly cooked, and would smell delicious, if it weren’t for the disaster you’d created.

“you burnt it,” he said, his voice as monotone as ever.

“gee, i didn’t notice,”

dilemna, because whenever the two of you were together, one of you always pulled off some stupid shennanigan that resulted in trouble for you both, be it spiking a volleyball so high it broke the window when the other was incharge of the gym, or a charred piece of meat.

you sighed. “you know what, i’ll go sit over there. i’ll be more of a help if i let you do it.”

ushijima furrowed his brow. it wasn’t very obvious; only people who’d known him for a while would be able to tell.

“maybe it only looks bad,” he said. “it probably tastes just fine.”

empathy, something you’d grown to believe he lacked, yet something he managed to make up for by being so oblivious and straightforward it may as well be an attempt to cheer you up.

“toshi, no, it will not taste good, it’s okay, you don’t have-”

too late, he’d already put the block of coal in his mouth. he made no effort to hide his distaste, spitting it out and frantically gulping down some water.

“you were right, it tastes disgusting.”

you laughed. “and here i thought you’d say swallow it down and say something romantic,”

ushijima frowned. “would you like me to do that? there’s still a bit of chicken left.”

you shook your head, laughing some more. oh, how this was better than any cheesy line he could pull off.

forget me nots, because those stood for remembrance, and you’d remember this moment forever.

well, so would he, but it would mostly be the steak.

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Met my brother for the first time

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I JUST READ YOUR MAMMON AND HYACINTH DRABBLE??? LITWRALLY IN AWE I LOVE YOUR WRITING N THE WAY U WRITE OMG

WAIT NO THANK U THAYS SO SWEET???? PLS THIS MADE MY DAY!!

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mkay ive rosen from the dead what did i miss

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okay so... maybe... he's not THAT bad...

okay listen i understand why artem and zhongli are always compared to each other but artem and VICTOR????

THIS MF???? THIS ABSOLUTE EGOTISTIC BLOWFISH??? IF I SEE ONE MORE POST COMPARING MY SWEET HIMBO LAWYER HUSBAND TO THIS BASTARD I WILL RIOT

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well frick u too i guess

okay listen i understand why artem and zhongli are always compared to each other but artem and VICTOR????

THIS MF???? THIS ABSOLUTE EGOTISTIC BLOWFISH??? IF I SEE ONE MORE POST COMPARING MY SWEET HIMBO LAWYER HUSBAND TO THIS BASTARD I WILL RIOT

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okay listen i understand why artem and zhongli are always compared to each other but artem and VICTOR????

THIS MF???? THIS ABSOLUTE EGOTISTIC BLOWFISH??? IF I SEE ONE MORE POST COMPARING MY SWEET HIMBO LAWYER HUSBAND TO THIS BASTARD I WILL RIOT

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BYE IM GETTING COMMENTS ON MY FICS IS THIS HAPPINESS

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Reblog and put in the tags something about you that people would have never guessed

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fuck i accidentally put fluff tags on the gojo fic

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gojo + s,z,x + red pansies!

watch me do s for silky also i have NO clue where all the angst came from whoopsie :P

[ tw angst, implied character death ]

send me a character + set of letters + a flower

silk was soft, much like his resolve, when it came to anything that came that concerned you. gojo was strong, he could stay strong, he could say no, he could keep himself away from you and the life you tempted him with, what happened, why was he in your arms-

gojo alway thought he’d be the one to leave first. he was selfish, as much as he wouldn’t admit it; he was so selfish to not want pain upon himself, to not want to feel grief or the sorrow that came with loosing someone.

he’d rather getting mauled by a spirit over living without you any day.

physical pain could be forgotten about. it could be so gruesome he wouldn’t even notice it was there.

the pain of loss, however, would eat him from the inside, until there was nothing left of him. he knew how it felt, he’d dealt with it before, he did not want to do it again.

zeal. he was zealous that day. maybe once, for one damn time in that probably short life span of his, he could spend the day with you without worrying about the world that seemed to want to consume his will to live.

he waited, itching to move, itching for you to come back home, swinging his car keys like you owned the thing, to take him somewhere, to show him a view he could only see with you.

you never came.

not in the way he was hoping.

xenacious, the way he tried to convince himself it was a dream. now all he could do was give you flowers, and hope you could feel him through them, wherever you were.

red poppies, because he remembered you, and he’d continue to do so. the devil of fate seemed to enjoy playing around with him.

satoru felt weak. he was a marionette in the arms of cruelty, in a prison of pain he could never escape.

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mother pls if im not writing a revolutionary novel it does NOT mean im doomed for failure ffs

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「溶かすな」

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hinata and kageyama matching icons

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oki oki in honour of the exams being almost done

send me a character + a combination of letters + a flower for a surpise !

ex : oikawa + a,g,i + lily

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tears of themis.

⋗| vyn richter

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