#also I don’t like…. germs…….

[deadlittledogs]

Don't kiss strangers you will get the herp

So many you-will-get-herpes anons. Can you really get herpes from kissing just one stranger? I guess so, but it’s not like I have anyone lovely to kiss instead.

♪ Herpes, herpes, bo-berpes. Banana-fana, fo-ferpes. Herpes, Oh~♪

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[15-lizards]

GRRM’s idea of what qualifies as pedophilia/grooming and what qualifies as romance needs to be studied under a microscope

[frascospecimen]

your ocs music tastes are so cool! im glad to see a japanese jazz fusion mention :Dc (my fave jp jazz/punk band is midoria so far!) does francesca have a fave riot grrrl band?

This is an awesome question thank you!! It’s always hard for me to put down specific real life bands white whale fall characters would listen to because 1: I don’t know all the music in the world (I wish I did) and 2: I’ve never nailed down an exact date it’s super vague but white whale fall takes place maybe somewhere around the late seventies. So that cuts out a lot of music that I do know!! Also ashamed to admit I haven’t actually listened to a ton of riot grrrl. I’ve listened to a lot of stuff that influenced the movement and WAS influenced by it- but I wish I could name more actually self identified riot grrrl bands I like -_- I will say an era appropriate band that Francesca would definitely love is x ray spex. I started writing/concepting wwf at a time that I listened to x ray spex a TON and they’re very connected to Francesca in my mind. X ray spex was the earliest influence I can think of to write characters who were in a band and also they are the reason that band has a saxophone in it!

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Two of my favorite thrift stores are having dollar and quarter sales this weekend and I’m stuck in bed because my body hates me 😭😭😭

[githvyrik]

btw I still think sidlink is kinda weird. like first of all in botw link’s like roughly 17 years old so 75% of fanart of him is weird anyway but also if my sister died horribly and I knew she was madly in love with some guy to the point where she made him an engagement armor that I personally passed on to him on her behalf because she died I don’t think I’d be super interested in fucking him. maybe that’s just me though

[minibunz]

Eugh I wanted to get off again tonight but I started my period :,,) I know it doesn’t matter but I have a germ problem and I perceive my period as dirty??? like idk mind think nasty

[notsoattractivearenti]

ok listen guys younger than me is a big no-no for me and germ (hojlund) is my brother’s age but now i slowly find him attractive… fuck no this ain’t right…

[neuropteran]

me looking up “how to look after yourself with _____” every time i get some kind of illness bc my parents never taught me anything worthwhile

[swordmaid]

ice and fire fashion should be more contemporary, actually.

[misano17]

Yo, Shumika community, gore?

So it’s October. Ya boi wants to write some horror in between working on chapters of Schwanensee. I need to see Mika covered in blood, and Shu will be smitten in the worst most awful ways. Be prepared for a fic on Halloween. Probably gonna be one chapter but I might split it if it gets too long. Watch me not post it on Halloween cuz it won’t be done by then or some shit lmao.

Anyways, bit of a sneak peak for those who actually want it.

Tw, mentions of: cannibalism, murder, kidnapping, torture, graphic violence, and literal eating out

So Shu is some kind of old immortal being or something

he kills people <3

king shit

Mika is a traveler who is going to a village for a job, he is accompanied by the local village guide Nazuna who warns him of a local serial killer stalking the woods and eating the bodies of his victims

Mika tells Nazuna that he’ll be fine, and then immediately gets kidnapped by Shu’s servants

Anyways, Shu is some kind of weird cryptid man so Mika is his new spouse now

Shu tells Mika that he can go anywhere in the house except for one specific room

Shu then proceeds to give Mika the key to the room

Mika gets curious almost immediately, so he waits until Shu is gone, sneaks over to the room as quietly as he can and unlocks the door.

his eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat

hundreds of barrels line the walls and the smell of iron and salt permeates the air, rot and carnage hit Mika’s senses as he takes in the hundreds of mutilated corpses decorating the cavernous room.

anyways, I’m gonna enjoy writing this. Also I’m about halfway done with Schwanensee chapter 12 as of writing this lmao (10/03/22)

Thanks for reading bois.

[loverworm]

i think i hate my job actually

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

sitting outside because I am feeling badly and I really don’t want to get from an eight year old

[gales-big-naturals]

Tired as fuck at work and my least favourite customer came in while my coworker was on break so I had to deal with him. He didn’t tell me he wanted two of something so I had to restart the transaction and our till goes insane if you cancel a purchase and then immediately start another one that’s too similar so I had to deal with him for like 5 whole minutes. Also every other customer has found the most long winded way ti tell me what kind of weed they want.

Actually gonna commit a murder if I have to interact with 1 more customer

[sscrambledmeggss]

girl help, selling your house and being a college student is not easy. ALSO having ocd while having people you don’t know (who you can’t even see), go into your room and walk around and touch shit, this is actually awful

[thelovelybitten]

things I never say — 183

this is harsh but I would REALLY like to strangle my new manager and push her into a river

[yueebby]

4:36am – gojo satoru

synopsis. satoru is dying (he has a fever) and he needs his darling wife (you) to nurse him back to health 

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, even in sickness gojo can still flirt, he yaps a lot abt marriage and he’s kind of perverted, but he’s just so in love why dont you just give him one chance?

notes. i tried to make this very shoujo-esque. cant have a good shoujo anime without a fever episode!  this has also been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. enjoy yet another fic of me showering satoru with affection (sigh).

the cold wooden floors of your dormitory creak underneath your waddling feet. your sleepy haze does not deter you from the strong desire for a cold glass of water.

surprisingly, the usual dark communal kitchen is illuminated by the small lightbulb inside of the fridge. you hear shuffling of some items from the white icebox, removing any ounce of sleepiness from you. it was unusual for anyone to be up at four in the morning.

a tuft of white hair peeks over the refrigerator door, giving the culprit’s identity away.

“satoru? i thought you were still on that mission in sendai?”

the sounds of digging pauses. satoru’s rises to his full height, towering over the rundown refrigerator door. he gives you a crooked smile that you rarely see. it’s dopier than one of his signature cocky smiles.

“missed me? don’t worry, i tried to speed run it since i knew i had such a beautiful woman waiting for me back home.” 

you placed a hand on your hip, scoffing at his pathetic attempts to flatter you. a snarky response was about to fall from your lips, but a series of painful coughs from the lanky male stopped you. 

you recoil back to avoid his germs. “gross. are you sick?”

satoru sniffles, pointing his nose in the air. the same nose that was starting to turn pink from irritation. “i can’t get sick. it’s physically impossible.” 

“don’t be stubborn, satoru. why didn’t you call for help?” 

he huffs, eyes trained to the floor. “it’s too early. shoko’ll kill me for waking her up.”

sometimes you forget that satoru had an image to uphold. he was the great gojo satoru, after all. 

but if you don’t take care of him, then who will? and despite your disdain at the thought of coddling his ego, it was only basic decency to take care of a fellow peer (or that was what you’d like to convince yourself).

silently, you place the back of your hand to his forehead. you’re not surprised by the warm sensation that you feel. 

satoru’s hazy eyes watch as you move your hand from his forehead to his cheek.

you purse your lips in concern. with the way satoru was stubbornly denying that he wasn’t sick, you were nearly certain that he was indeed not fine. without warning, you grab the collar of his white t-shirt and pull him to your room.

“at least take me out to dinner before~”

“shut it.”

it wasn’t hard to get satoru to settle in your bed. in fact, he seemed giddy at the opportunity. while he was happy cuddling with your rilakkuma plushie, you came to two conclusions: either satoru had a wound from his mission that got infected, or he was simply sick.

knowing his pride, you lean towards the former.

the boy in question winces when you grab his shoulders to inspect the damage done to him. the sounds of furious pats and heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear over your rapidly beating heart as your hands run down his body to check for any injuries. satoru sucks in his breath when your hands cup his cheeks to loll his head to check for any damages done to that pretty face of his. 

his body tensing up doesn’t go unnoticed by you. your imposing hands immediately retract, afraid of inflicting any more damage on him.

“where is the wound?!” your frantic eyes meet his blissed out ones. 

satoru sighs happily, lazily grabbing your hands to bring back onto him,  “there isn’t one, this just feels nice.”

your chest angrily puffs up before you shove him into your soft mattress. he grunts, but you know it didn’t hurt.

“[name]!” he whines, rubbing the arm that cushioned his fall.

you cross your arms angrily, “you scared me!”

gojo mimics your actions, crossing his arms while weakly glaring at you. his efforts to intimidate you prove futile as he shivers uncontrollably, resembling a newborn kitten.

sighing, you delve into your closet, emerging with an oversized black sweatshirt that you toss to him.

he catches it with ease, a chuckle escaping while he inspects the sweater, “i never took you for the type to wear this.”

“....that’s not mine.” you give a nod in the direction of the men’s sweater. the sparkle of amusement vanished from satoru's eyes, coinciding with his jaw dropping.

his grip on the dark sweatshirt tightened while his head darted back and forth from you to the clothing item. “then whose is it?!” 

“suguru’s.”

you think that you’ve broken him when his face scrunches up in disgust. it’s laughable how his mouth had managed to stay wide open the entire time.

“sugu-suguru?!” he splutters. you slowly nod, careful not to make any sudden movements that could provoke him any further. “why– how– explain yourself!”

you cast an uneasy glance at the sweater, finding it challenging to summon any recollections of how you obtained it, especially with satoru's piercing cerulean eyes fixed on you. his scrutinizing stare has the power to reduce you into a puddle.

“well? go on,” he urges you when you stay silent. 

“it’s nothing, really. i believe it was from that mission i had with suguru a while back. somewhere up north. i had packed light and suguru offered me his sweater.” you tap a finger on your chin to recall the memory. “i guess it just slipped my mind to return it.”

“slipped your mind, huh…” satoru sniffles before letting out a sneeze loud enough to wake up japan. you nearly jump out of your skin.

“suguru was just being friendly… and be quiet! yaga will have our heads if he finds you in the girls’ wing!” you warn the weary boy in front of you, prompting him to respond with a dramatic sigh.

“how mean!” he whines before making a pained expression. you quickly rush to his aid. when you make it to his bedside, satoru weakly hands you a clean tissue.

you stare at it blankly.

“be a darling and help me blow my nose?” he gestures for you to hold the tissue up for him. all you can hear are muffled whines when you shove him underneath your plush covers. 

when your flurry of attacks ends, he cautiously lifts his head from beneath the sheets. to his surprise, a steaming bowl of bitter melon miso soup is presented to him. while the broth isn't your personal favorite, shoko appreciates its bold flavor, spurring your decision to prepare it the night prior. despite its bitter components, the concoction had a perfect track record of treating illnesses. you have your brown haired friend to thank.

perhaps it was cruel of you to take enjoyment while he eyes the bowl in horror. you know his sweet palate couldn’t handle it.

he looks up at you with big pleading eyes while shaking his head. you roll your eyes.

“c’mon, it won’t kill you.” the bowl inches closer to him by your doing. “please?”

satoru's pallid complexion contorts into a hesitant frown. "i’ll eat it…” he concedes reluctantly. however, his gaze lingers on the bowl with a mixture of uncertainty and reluctance. you respond with a hopeful smile, but it fades when he adds, "on two conditions."

“this is for your own health, not mine satoru.” you remind him.

“doesn’t it pain you to see me suffer?” he brings up, eyes glittering in the darkness.

you suck in a breath. “...not really.” lie.

“you wound me, love.” he clutches his shirt like he has been critically hit. 

you bite your lip, tired of his theatrics. “what are the two conditions?”

just like that, gojo comes back to life.

“condition number one! you have to feed me.” he points one finger into the air, paired with an innocent smile. “and two: i want you to warm me up like that night in our first year.”

an unflattering appalled expression is cast over your face. no words leave your mouth for a good minute. “y-you’re disgusting. why are you the way you are?”

“love,” he sighs. “anyways, what kind of wife wouldn’t feed her husband while he’s dying?”

“satoru,” you warn. he was starting to babble nonsense again. “if i accept your conditions, will you shut up?” your eyes were starting to feel heavy. it was the middle of the night, after all.

he nods fervently.

carefully with the bowl of soup in hand, you gently squish yourself next to satoru on your full sized bed. the tight fit left you little room to move, forcing the two of you to nestle closely to each other. with a gentle maneuver, you rest your head on his chest. his arm slowly drapes itself protectively over your shoulder.

“your heart is beating awfully fast.” you whisper, tilting your head upward to take a glimpse of satoru’s feverish face. his breath hitches.

he takes a hand and holds your head back onto his chest to prevent your movement.

“shut it. i didn’t think you would actually accept my conditions.” he mumbles.

“don’t get used to it. this is another moment of weakness.”

you stir the spoon in the broth, basking in the silence of the night, save for satoru’s erratic heartbeat.

“this is very intimate isn’t it?” he gushes. “it’s almost like we’re married—”

“keep your side of the deal,” you remind him, lifting a spoonful of broth up to his mouth. satoru looks straight into your eyes as he opens his mouth to receive it.

his adam's apple bobs when he swallows, “i’m going to tell our grandkids that we were written in the stars.”

you shove another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

extra notes

satoru magically recovered from his fever the next morning.

his second condition (for you to warm him up like that night in your first year) refers to this fic from earlier on in the series.

satoru also made you promise to never accept another hoodie from suguru. if you needed one, satoru was more than willing to give you his! (you halfheartedly agree, only because he was acting all delirious because of his fever).

as of right now, there have only been three occasions where satoru has fallen asleep in your presence. he can testify that those were the best nights of sleep in his life.

shoko went into your room for a spare pair of stockings the next morning only to find you tucked into gojo’s chest. she chases him out of your room all while calling him a pervert . bless her heart.