#I LOVE U FOR THIS ANON <33

[nottsangel]

art cums the second u slap him for the first time when ur on top

he moans and begs u to hit him harder and degrade him for being such a fucking loser ughhhhhhh

warnings: smut 18+, riding, creampie, face slapping, degradation

it’s only been a few minutes but art already has to bite his swollen lip in order not to cum at the sight of you rolling your hips on top of him, tits bouncing up and down. the sounds of moans fill the room— not yours though, but his, coupled with a string of curse words and your name repeatedly spilling from his mouth.

“baby, ‘m gonna— ‘m gonna cum s-“ art begins but his face abruptly meets the palm of your hand, slapping him on the cheek and leaving a red mark on his skin as a whimper leaves his lips. “you gonna cum already? fuck, you’re so useless art.” you hiss, not even near your own orgasm yet as your hips increase in pace, nails digging into his chest.

“harder, p-please.” art pleads, causing you to furrow your brows. “what?” “i— i want you to slap me again, please, baby.” you scoff at his desperation, feeling a surge of power as you gaze down at him— his blue eyes barely open, his plump lips parted, and his blonde hair clinging to his forehead, sweat trickling down his flushed face.

“so fuckin’ pathetic.” you sneer with a condescending tone before sticking your fingers into his mouth and forcing him to suck on them, “god, you’re such a fucking loser” you remove your spit-drenched digits from his mouth and drag his own saliva over his face, making a mess everywhere before your palm strikes his face with force once more, but even harder this time, the stinging sensation through his skin igniting a feeling of ecstasy throughout his entire body.

“oh my fucking god” art moans with his eyes closed before you suddenly feel a familiar pool of warmth deep inside of you, his hands tightly gripping your hips with all their might. “poor thing, couldn’t hold it any longer, huh?” he merely hums in response, unable to form any coherent sentences as he comes down from his high.

“‘m so sorry, baby. just… feels too fuckin’ good.” he murmurs, chest heaving up and down before you speed up again, bouncing up and down on his cock as his warm sperm drips down the insides of your thighs. hitched breaths escape his mouth as his brows knit together and his muscles tense from the intense overstimulation he’s experiencing. “so you’re sorry, huh? then shut the fuck up and help me cum.”

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Boxer!geto thoughts? 👀❤️

HEAVY BREATHING .

boxer!sugu……. good god………. he would be. so hot and so sweaty and so buff </3 (pictured him with a boxer’s build for a second and almost lost my mind).

imagine him training in his own little studio, beating his fists against a punching bag……. his hair is tied up into a bun, some strands are sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes are lidded and focused……….. he barely even notices you walk in. doesn’t notice the way you stare at him, his face, his glistening abs……… only turns to look at you once you clear your throat and instantly gets the cutest grin :(((((( he loves it when you watch him practice and praise him……. when you bring him bottles of water and wipe his skin with a wet towel…… he is a big puppyboy. to Me

[wikitpowers]

can you recommend me some tsc active blogs? 🫶🏽🫶🏽

sure, sweetheart! here are some of my favs: @mayaheronthorn, @tys-kitty, @hanelizabeth, @layla-carstairs, @margareturtle, @clockwork-carstairs, @princeash, @rinadragomir, @drusilla-carstairs, @fairdale, @bbyboykit, @kamylla74w, @sxnbleachedfiles + @dancing-in-the-rain-1104 !!!

[tiffysdeath]

Nobody in this fandom has ever matched my freak about Evan but it ALMOST SEEMS like you do👀👀

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO CONVINCE U THAT I CAN MATCH UR FREAK ABOUT EVAN ANON💔💔💔💔

[ughgoaway]

Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

/////////////

cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

//////////

Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

//////

Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

blurb masterlist here!!

[fatuismooches]

Angstttt so good, I love it. To your post about Dottore dying, leaving you with Omega:

Reader experiences so much grief. They stay in their room all night and day, refusing to eat even the smallest portion of food or take a single sip of water. They're depressed to no end, looking miserable, not having energy even to get up from bed and wash themselves. Their already bad state is worsening because of this

And Omega, oh he loves you, truly. He can't stand you withering away, he has to keep you alive, even if he knows you'll never love him back as much you did to Zandik

So he nurses you back to more or less stable condition. Gently take a wet cloth and washed you, something you don't expect from someone so cruel and arrogant. He vows to keep you alive and well

-🥀

stop. STOP 😭 You didn't think there would ever be anything more painful than your illness, but you were proven wrong. Because never would you have thought that your Zandik, the extraordinarily strong and smart one, would ever fall. But he did. He did and now you're all alone. You can only think about the Akademiya days, the centuries you spent asleep that should have been with Dottore instead. But it's useless. Zandik's never coming back, and you don't think you ever will too, not after this loss. It hurts just to think because thinking always leads back to Zandik. Much less do anything else. You just can't.

You know Omega is here. But you can't bring yourself to care right now. But he does. Omega has always loved you, not just Prime's love rubbing off on him, but love he's genuinely built toward you. Which is why the segment, as logical and supposedly emotionless as he is, cannot let you destroy yourself any longer. You may not love him as much, but he can bear it. He can bear it, as long as he can see you happy again. Those are not just his orders, but what Omega wants. You don't say anything when he takes care of you, when he undresses you and cleans you, barely even look at him, but that is okay. The segment will stay with you until the very end.

When you take off that mask, you know you'll never be greeted with Zandik's pretty red eyes ever again, only with wires, but perhaps that's something you'll have to get used to. Would be even sadder to think about Omega leaving fragile reader eventually too. Then they really wouldn't have anything to live for.

[blood-mocha-latte]

loosier ceo i have a question. what do you think happens to them after the war? me personally i always thought leckie would have to make the first move- and i also sorta see hoosier as somebody with a decently sized family that leckie would really like (and would really like him in return, especially hoosier’s mother, much to hoosier’s chagrin). so if he visited he would have a good time. anyway i had thoughts what do you think

loosier compadre i salute you. mostly because this thought has been revolving around in my head for at least four years.

love love love the sort of juxtaposition of both leckie and hoosier having Big Families and such different experiences. i'm not sure if this was what you were looking for, but i have a Snippet resembling this from The 200K Loosier WIP, so i've included it below <33

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“Yeah.” Leckie murmured, tugging at his tie and dropping down onto the bed in the same beat. “I like them. I like her.”

Hoosier huffed, snorting a laugh. “They’re loud.” He said, grim, digging his knuckles into his thigh when kicking off his shoes made the muscle tighten. “It’ll give you a headache real quick.”

Bob leaned back against the mattress, tossing his arms out to either side of him and staring up at the ceiling. A shadow of a smile flashed across his face, warm, and Bill yawned, tossing his shoes into the corner of his room.

“Tell me about it.” Leckie told him, scrubbing a hand down his face with a huff. “I’m surprised your ma hasn’t gotten sick of the noise yet.”

Bill hesitated for half of a second before loosening his own tie, wandering past the closet and tossing his jacket on the floor absently. “Nah,” He said, “She loves it. If there wasn’t somethin’ going on, she’d start somethin’ else.”

When he looked back at the bed, Bob was smiling more fully, turning his cheek against the sheets to watch as Bill dropped down at the foot of the mattress, grimacing at his leg. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Bill said, falling onto his own back, mattress springs squeaking under him. “C’mon, your family’s bigger than mine, y’know how it is.” Bob was quiet.

“Yeah.” He muttered, thoughtful. He leaned up against the bed, hands dropping down to Bill’s shoulders, rubbing at his neck absently. “I don’t know. My ma doesn’t like noise, that much.”

Hoosier leaned back into him thoughtlessly, turning his own eyes up towards the ceiling before grimacing in protest when Bob dug to deeply into the tendons at the curve of his neck, pushing him off and turning enough to roll over onto his side, push a hand through Leckie’s hair.

“So she’d hate it here, huh?” He asked, dry, and Bob snorted, pushing a hand around his waist, the crisp lining of his undershirt becoming wrinkled as he dropped his face down to Bill’s shoulder with a yawn.

“Yeah.” He said, and faltered. “She — me, too, sometimes. I think.”

Bill remembered what Bob had told him, on Pavuvu. Half delusional and sick and nearing tired so quickly that he’d barely remembered a thing that had come out of his mouth.

She’d locked me in the closet, once. I kept asking her questions while she was cleaning the sink, I think it got on her nerves. 

“They love you here.” He said, maybe more vindictive than he should be, watching the wall, the stained wallpaper that covered it. “They all do. They think you’re a genius. You’re not, but it’s the thought that counts.”

When Leckie snorted, Hoosier could feel it against his heart. “Thanks.” He muttered, more subdued than he needed to be.

He remembered what else Bob had said and dropped his face into his curls, heavy.

Sometimes you gotta know when to be loud, at home.

[midnightmah07]

Hi, I just wanted to let you know that Daisy and Ruggie give me lady and the tramp vibes. I absolutely adore it.

Also, this is my first time using your ask, so I hope I did it right. I hope you have a great day!!

HELPPSOSKSNSKSHSISJSJ ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET TYYY😭😭😭😭💙💙💙💙

Also YES Lady and the Tramp are one of the couples that I use to explain Daisy and Ruggie's dynamic alllll the time!!!😭😭😭😭 Ruggie would totally be the type to be calling Daisy "princess" (in Portuguese Tramp calls Lady "princess", though I think in English he calls her "lassie"?? Idk I don't remember), he'd be super flirtatious but also not really??? It's just his natural charm??? And eat spaghetti with her 😭😭😭😭 And Daisy is SUPER Lady coded, she's so well mannered, exactly like Lady, and she's also kind of innocent?? Maybe not to Lady's extent but a bit close😭😭😭😭 Also Lady being soooooo swayed by Tramp's charm is SO what happens to Daisy and Ruggie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I could talk about their parallels every day man ugh they make me sick!!!!111 I need to draw them as Lady and Tramp someday

[httpiastri]

hehe im glad i got that second ask bcs i was a bit confused about if you meant me jack as in just encouragement to write more? or if you meant jack doohan? sgsjshssj but aaaaa thank you, im so glad you liked it !!! 🥺 i really enjoyed writing it, just like im enjoying writing a jack smut/suggestive thing coming up…… 🤭

[causenessus]

i remember like before love notes started, it had kind of a different story line where yn was dating suga at first? i’m just curious him how that would’ve played out and how that would’ve effected the story! if you don’t mind sharing haha or if you didn’t write like an outline for that route then that’s ok! i’m just curious

AAA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU REMEMBER!! I WOULD LOVE TO RANT ABOUT IT <3 i did outline the entire story basically with how it would've went with suga (before i changed everything) but i think it was pretty shallow bc i just had no idea what i was doing and i hate writing breakups and like,,, making people bad 😔 which are all reasons why i didn't go through with that plot LMAO but basically!! the main purpose he served was to be a conflict between y/n and suna bc obviously suna couldn't get super close or flirt with y/n if she was in a relationship but it was also difficult for her because suga was often very busy with student teaching and school so she'd end up hanging out with suna a lot. the biggest thing was eventually during that first new year y/n and suna spent together and y/n's feeling lonely, she's talking with the coffee enthusiasts gc about how she can either text suga or suna about coming to spend the new years with her and eventually she decides to text suna because she realizes that she feels way more comfortable with him than suga (who she often feels like she's bothering) so their breakup would have been a lot more of a "we're just not right for each other" rather than a "you did something wrong" type conversation!! suga was also going to be the one to actually bring up suna making art for y/n probably during their breakup or at some point, i was planning to have him mention her relationship with suna and how close they were and how that's kind of sus ig if that makes sense??? and the other big part was going to be in the last chapter when y/n and suna go to the love lock fence, suna was going to be so confused like "we're doing this as friends ig??? bc obviously she would've brought suga here if she was doing it romantically, right???" and then they'd put the lock on and she'd tell suna that she broke up with suga and that'd start the confession and everything <3 THANK U FOR ASKING!!! there's tons of reasons i didn't go thru with it and i'm glad i didn't lol but it was still definitely a possibility!! and i hope this makes sense i'm sorry my cat is on my lap and over my arms rn being the bane of my existence and so i can't type very well rn 😭

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gojo as a merman. He's of the deep-sea kind: pale and light colored, with pale blue eyes sensitive to bright daylight. Because of this, he only surfaces at nighttime-- that is, until Y/N gets him a pair of sunglasses.

ANONNNNNN YOU’RE A FUCKING GENIUS i’ve been brainstorming ideas for mer!gojo but here we have it….. that’s him…….. i can see him wearing sunglasses SO clearly 😭😭 i feel like he’s super fond of humans (unlike sugu)… probably pretends to be a normal guy and shows his upper body while tourists are taking a dip in the ocean…. flirts with men and women swimming by……… reveals his tail to crying children super sneakily so that they’ll stop crying and cheer up…. parents laugh when their children point to him and call him “mister mermaid” meanwhile he just grins and puts a finger to his lip teasingly <33 it’s their little secret!!!

no but he would actually be soooo cute and charming….. he wants to be human so bad he wants to explore!!! LOVES being a merman but like…. he wants to go on land and eat all the sweets he sees everyone munch on….. :((( mer!gojo is the most susceptible to a little mermaid-esque plot where he turns into seafoam at the end LMAO thankfully he has suguru and shoko to keep him in check!! doesn’t stop him from interacting with humans though…… he just wants to have fun <3

[zouisexo]

Hi, could you recommend me some accounts to follow?

hii ofc! in fact i will tell you the only accs you have to follow on this website (my frens <3)

@redpantslouis @wdbhgdotmp3 @louisarmpits @anchorandrope @killmymind @whatifai @holdingontoheadache @louisgrayhairs @quickpauseinconversations @tommos @rachelchinouriris @voulezloux @greeneyesfriedrice @itsnotreal

happy blogging !! <33

[tojisun]

hi!! just wanted to say that i’m in love with your bimbo!reader and simon pairing!! my favorite was the sonny angels one ❤️🎄

omg thank u so so much sweetheart!! i love them too soooo bad <33

shes such a sweet girl n simons so enamoured n honestly thats all the plot, n yet i cant stop writing for it ughhhdhehrh

AND I LOVE THAT ONE TOO!! i saw honey’s ask (@actuallyhiswife) and screamed into my pillow bc of how soft it was!!! simon carrying the sonny w him??? ugh i love it sm i might just buy a sonny angel for me atp ☝🏼😔

thank u kindly again sweet luv and take care <33

[quirkle2]

What are your opinions/thoughts on the Body Improvement Club from mp100?

I personally adore them and love how unabashedly supportive of Shigeo they are. And they legitimately have helped me with personal motivation to exercise and just. Do stuff in general. My older brother and I have been occasionally exercising together since watching mp100 and "fight on!" has become our mantra when we start getting tired or don't want to do something.

I wasn't expecting them to be recurring characters but I'm so glad they are. I'm holding them so gently (despite them all being much larger than me)

i think they're wonderful!! my first watch through, i thought for sure when mob said he wanted to join the club they'd be like ://// abt it and both mob and i would have to endure suffering but no they r actually so supportive and genuine in said support

i think it's very wholesome that mob working so hard within the club "gives the rest of them courage" as musashi had put it during that wd arc fight. even if he's very tiny and unfit compared to them, and even if he does One Quarter of a pull-up, they r cheering him on. it's actually so nice that they support him sm. i wonder how mob would've reacted, if he'd been awake when musashi said that.

actually, staying on that scene, i don't see it talked about literally anywhere, but can we fuckign . talkabt that. can we speak about this. this guy was fully willing to die for mob. he was willing to lie down his life for a kid who joined their club maybe a couple of months ago. he was willing to get fucking crushed to death about it

i also rly appreciated when musashi tried to keep mob out of the black vinegar stuff after teru's arc. pretty much every scene with the body improvement club made me like them more and more—there was always some sort of new kindness to appreciate about them

[shellshooked]

sorry if this is super random but the way you color/shade your art gives it the same vibes and warmth of a kitchen. like it’s so warm and comforting and just feels like a childhood memory. sorry ik this makes no sense 😭

CHILDHOOD KITCHEN???? CHILDHOOD MEMORY????? WHAT IF I CRIED. WHAT IF I SOBBED. WHAT IF I GAVE U SMOOCHES

[fatuismooches]

Currently thinking about how it’s kinda generally accepted that Dottore doesn’t sleep because he’s too busy working. (It might have been said somewhere in cannon, but I may or may not skip through half of the dialogue whoops). Reader would probably make a joke that’s not that funny, and he just….burst out laughing. And he can’t stop. Then both of them start laughing uncontrollably. Soft Dottore for the win!

YES YES I THINK SO TOO! Also that he's probably genetically modified his body to need less sleep than the average human. Though you constantly remind him that he still does need sleep, he's not a clone, you insist. But, in the instances where he is sleep deprived, he has a tendency to act... kind of strange. Well, that's not the correct word. He's always strange, the most extreme of strange in Tevyat. Not that you mind it for the most part, for one of your favorite moments with him was when he started laughing, no, full-on cackling maniacally, at something you said. Which was barely funny and just a little bit sarcastic. When you heard the small giggles you thought something was wrong but then you nearly had a heart attack when he started guffawing like a lunatic. He just would not stop, and admittedly, whenever he laughed you found it cute albeit a bit scary, so you couldn't help but laugh too. But he did not stop, and you couldn't either. You ended up on the floor clutching your side.

The clones are looking at you and their creator howling and any Fatui there are scared for their lives. I feel like since the minds of the clones and him may be connected, the younger clones end up laughing too and eventually, it's resonating within the whole lab😭