#*misu

[teddybeartoji]

light flashes behind your window.

the clock ticks midnight.

yet another year falls just as heavily as the raindrops outside. they paint the pavement a darker shade of grey while the weeds that sprout from the cracks of the concrete bloom and flourish under the dark sky. it's not too bad. you, too, are still growing.

the door of your bedroom creaks open.

warm and dim – the only light in the room is coming the from behind your window; the lamp post stands tall and strong, ever-so unfazed by the rainfall. it's doing a good job.

he looks beautiful under any and every light.

"did you really think the dark room would deceive me, hm?"

roomie!suguru's voice is sweeter than ever. it's a trap.

you give him a quiet hum. "...maybe."

the lighting strikes and he sees the small smile on your lips. it's a bit shy, perhaps even a little nervous. it's his favourite.

suguru pushes inside, taking slow, measured steps until he's stood by your bed. for just a moment, he lets his eyes wander – laid there on your side, suguru thinks you just might be something out of a painting. your legs, your thighs, your thighs, your thighs. your comfy, cute pyjamas. the lip between your teeth and the intrigue swimming in your eyes. he can't get enough of you.

"were you hiding from me?"

teasing.

there's a grin on his face, too.

you give him another hum. "...maybe."

he clicks his tongue and a shiver runs down your spine.

excitement.

the silence is heavy, and the tension even heavier; if it were brighter in the room, you'd really get to see his pupils grow. if it were more quiet, he'd hear the way your heart thunders.

he places a palm next to your body and you feel the bed dip under his weight. you don't stop him, you don't do anything other than hold your breath. another palm on the other side of you, a knee against your thigh and so, slowly, oh, so slowly, he crawls on top of you like some beast, ready to devour its prey.

you bite down on the tip of your finger and suguru's eyes drop down to your mouth the second you do so. lightning flashes from byehind him, giving him the second he needs to take a picture of you with his keen eyes. there's an air of playfullness around you, the promiximity of the two of you injecting your veins with a certain type of adrenaline. it's a dangerous game your playing, the delicate line between friends and something more fading with every shared breath you take.

it's suguru's time to hum. to purr. to pull you in some more.

lighting.

"happy birthday, angel."

every letter is coated in honey, the syllabels sticking to his lips and you find yourself starving. itching for a treat.

you bite down onto your finger harder.

with the corners of your lips stretched back, almost far enough to touch your ears, you stare up at him like the little sin that you are. oh, but he, too, wants a taste. suguru's composure is crumbling at the sight of your mischievious grin, his body lowering closer to yours as his mind grows weaker.

he's so warm. he smells so good. you want to kiss him.

the tension tightens. it's hard to breathe.

you take your finger from your mouth and it takes effort for him to not look at it.

"thank you."

maybe he wants to kiss you, too.

your lips part with a witty comment stuck on the tip of your tongue but you choke on your own words when suguru leans forward and takes your finger into his mouth.

thunder.

teeth, sharp teeth. tongue, wet tongue.

your head tilts back, eyes glued to the scene unfolding before you.

he bites and you gasp.

his own grin stretches wider as he meets your gaze.

now, you really can't breathe.

you think about your salivas mixing together in his mouth. you think about how his thighs press up against yours as he hovers above you. you think about how good it all feels.

suguru feels you pawing at the hem of his shirt and pride blooms in his chest. he inches even lower with your finger still in his mouth, his lips wrapped around the digit like he's sucking on some candy. a treat.

lighting.

he's almost close enough for your noses to brush together when he lets you go.

when he lets you have your turn.

lips. finger. saliva.

a kiss of a kind.

thunder.

[zeearts]

Russet may be a bit of a five year old drama king tbh. Hes not even doing anything to you buddy 😭

[tanuki-kimono]

Chic antique summer kimono with kotoji (koto bridge) and kumihimo (breaded cords) over akikusa (autumn plants) calm blue ground.

I wonder if the cords over the 絽 ro fabric (a type of open weave used for summer items) is supposed to mimic misu (bamboo blinds):

[venjt]

DouKaza Family Aquarium Trip~♡♡

Akaza seems like he doesn't care, but he cares a lot 🥺💕

[atla-confessions]

I enjoy the wide range of different sibling relationships the series portrays.

Sokka and Katara both having to raise each other after the Fire Nation robbed them of both their parents in different ways so always trying to be so protective of the other and simultaneously take the role of responsible parent and playful sibling like they're each both Nani and Lilo at the same time,

Azula and Zuko both being abused and pitted against each other for traditions' sake, and neither being a good sibling to each other and ultimately being powerless to help the other from the same person who was abusing them anyway but still having that complicated mix of love and resentment and blame for each other (And yet somehow being the Fire Nation Royalty siblings with the best shot at eventually making something work, compared to Sozin/Zeisan, Ozai/Iroh, etc)

Rafa and Misu on their lifelong journey to get Rafa's face back desperate to speak to each other again,

Maliq and Malina being awful and annoying and I hate them,

Tarrlok and Noatok being ultimately doomed in the end even though they genuinely tried to go against their father for each other's sake and at least deciding they wanted to die together to bring an end to all this,

Desna and Eska being uncomfortably close to each other to the point of codependency because they're all the other has when it's very clear that their father very clearly couldn't care less about either of them,

Mai and Tom-Tom having a big difference in age so Mai being in a position to help protect Tom-Tom from what their father is trying to turn him into,

Ikki, Meelo, and Jinora just getting to be silly siblings at each other with the normal sibling squabbles and antics together,

Ty Lee cutting ties with her siblings and never wanting to look back, only for her sisters to come searching for her and all of them ending up in the same circus, leaving them at square one of struggling to find their individuality outside of a matched set and fighting over feeling like they can't be themselves without the others stealing that from them, but still caring about each other and saving Ty Lee,

Tonraq and Unalaq just being completely unsalvageable and having no fondness between them to be found and not really wishing there was anyway

X

[spooneristart]

The Mikuification of Vira Demon Derby (+friends)

Based on the cover of Vocalocluster:

[lilredbird101]

BLUE EYE SAMURAI THEORY:

My bf and I are on holiday in Japan. We were walking past a tomb of a samurai who was under house arrest for a reason not disclosed on the sign, and it got me thinking about what Mikio (Mizu's dead husband) could have possibly done as his "transgression" to get him banished by his lord.

THEN I REMEMBERED the short scene where two men were sent to kill Mizu as a baby and one has a change of heart, kills the other and tells Mizu's "mum" to take her and run.

That's a job that a Lord may ask of his soldier and banish him for not following through. Mikio is at least 18 years older than Mizu at the time of their arranged marriage. What if that dude was HIM????

"But how could he not recognise her? One of the few Japanese children with white heritage?" Did you see how many bastards Fowler had killed and hidden in the tunnels???? There were absolutely more, and maybe they got away in time or someone helped them.

I AM JUST SAYING, how interesting and twisted would that connection be, especially since they were married for a time.

[stumblngrumbl]

[haronson]

[misudrawsshit]

Life's tough, man. And I'm playing God Mode.

[izzythebananaqueen]

Happy Misu Monday!

[teddybeartoji]

me and suguru me and suguru me and suguru... mm maybe it's a few days after our first kiss (which isn't even a proper kiss btw i'll talk abt that soon too dw) and the air between us is just a little weird bc neither of us has yet to bring it up....

and now we haven't seen each other for the whole day too bc we both had stuff to do but. we have this Event in the evening and we're both supposed to attend alongside with satoru and shoko...

suguru's the last to arrive and by that time all three of us are a little tipsy already, laughing loudly at one of the tables together. he sees me throwing my head back, cackling at one of satoru's stupid jokes and suguru pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue. he hasn't seen me in a dress. ever. and now he's forced to take all of that in with the side of me boosting satoru's ego by going along with everything he says.

when he finally joins the table, his hand rests on the backrest of mine, his body towering over me as he teases satoru over smth aaand when i tilt my head back to look at him he glances at me and i die. thank you for listening to my tedtalk. no but yeah i blush and just try to keep my composure bc that shit is embarrassing as fuck he should not be having such an effect on me jfc.

he sits way too close to me too. mind you, we haven't talked properly in like two days. his hand stays behind my back for the rest of the night, his thigh bumping against mine as he manspreads on his seat (😒😒) but the second he sees me roll my shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut, the first signs of me getting tired, he leans closer to, his lips brushing against my ear. "want to go outside, hm?"

shoko gives me an awfully Knowing smirk but i go with him anyway (obviously).

(his hand stays glued to my lower back for the entire time he guides me through the crowd.)

i rest against the wall of the building and he stands in front of me, a few strands of his hair falling from their slicked back place as he places a cig between his lips. he lights it while keeping eye-contact. he's got that grin on his face. i hate it (he looks so fucking good).

he takes a step, now standing tall and proud right there in my own personal space. he's way too close. but it's not like i'd ever push him away. so he stays; inhales the smoke and then exhales it to the side. and then he's raising his hand to me and places the stick between my lips without a word. he watches how i breathe it in in slow motion. he can smell my perfume. i blow the smoke in his face and all he does is stare at me with that look on his face.

"you gonna kiss me again?"

"you want me to?"

i want to punch him.

"oh, fuck off."

he hums, his eyes flicking to my lips when he sees the corners twitching, an annoyed smile threatening to break out.

"you look really pretty... " his words trail off, his eyes heavy as they meet mine.

"yeah?"

"yeah... " his fingertips dance on my waist, treading on thin ice, on the thin fabric of my dress and i just wish i could crack open his head and see what he's thinking about. i swear he's even closer now; i can hear him taking in another puff of the cigarette and i can feel the warmth of his body against mine. i can feel his thigh pressing against mine. "i missed you, you know?"

okay, so i really want to punch him.

"and who's fault is that, hm?"

his grin stretches wider. he likes it when i push back, talk back. fight back. it makes this little game of his even more fun.

but before he can trap me with his sweet, honeyed words, the door slams open and out stumble shoko and satoru, their arms locked as they talk way too loudly. i turn to look at them, suguru doesn't. inhale.

he hums to himself again as he holds back on the urge to push my hair behind my shoulder to expose even more of my skin, his teeth itching at the mere thought.

exhale.

[zeearts]

i went back to the kitchen to put my dish in the sink and found my dumb kitten maybe learning some regret for going through the bin

[salty-almond]

Misu, is your mind clear?

[venjt]

I don't do memes, but this one I had to

[thatchmanger]

I understand that the creators based Mizu off their daughter and they view Mizu as a woman but I just can't bring myself to see Mizu as anything other than the transmasc, nonbinary Samurai who uses he/they pronouns that they are.