#anon im so sorry for how long this took...

[loves-n-kisses]

Could you do one for autistic meltdown comforts? Any MHA character you want. Love your fics so much, I sent one to my friend and they love them too, thanks for blessing us with your work

Steady as Stone - Kirishima x Overwhelmed!Reader

Hey anon! sorry this took so long, (literally 12 days omfg im so sorry) I THOUGHT I POSTED IT BUT THEN I SAW IT STILL IN MY INBOX AND I WAS LIKE "FUCK" but im posting it now! Didn't specify that it was for autism, i was trying to be inclusive to everyone lol, but amazing ask! Used this as my first time writing for kirii!! i swear this boy is so sweet me heart-

TW: Stimming, mental breakdown, slight hyperventilating

slight angst, comfort, and FLUFF FROM KIRI OHH YEEEAAHHH

A story where Eijirou's just......there for you.

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The UA rooftop garden was your quiet retreat until a sudden storm of quirk training nearby—blaring alarms, flashing lights, and the sharp scent of ozone—triggers a meltdown. You’re curled up behind a planter, hands clamped over your ears, rocking as the sensory overload crashes over you. Eijiro Kirishima, who’d been tending to some plants as part of a class project, spots you. His red hair hangs low, glowing softly in the fading sunlight as he approaches, his usual boisterous energy replaced with a gentle warmth.

“Hey, you okay?” he says, voice low and comforting, like a warm blanket. He crouches a few feet away, giving you plenty of space. “I’ve got something that might help you feel steadier.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small, braided keychain made of soft leather cords, something he made in a crafting workshop. “This is great for fidgeting. Wanna hold it?” He slides it toward you, and the smooth, pliable texture feels grounding as you run your fingers over it, easing the buzz in your hands.

Kirishima notices the flickering training lights reflecting off the garden’s metal trellis and stands briefly, using his hardened arm to adjust a nearby tarp, blocking the harsh glow. 

“There, no more annoying flashes,” he says, settling back down cross-legged, his grin soft and reassuring. He starts tapping his knee in a slow, steady rhythm, like a drumbeat you can lean into. “If you wanna try, sync your breathing with this. It’s like a little anchor.”

You grip the keychain tighter, your voice shaky but managing a small, “It’s… too much, Eiji. I can’t think straight.” He nods, his eyes warm with understanding, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the nickname. “I hear you,” he says softly. “We’re gonna make it less ‘too much’ together, yeah? You’re tougher than any hero I know, and I’m not just saying that ‘cause I like seeing you smile.” His words carry a playful, flirty edge, but his tone stays sincere, making your heart flutter despite the chaos.

He pulls a soft, clean bandana from his bag, lightly scented with his cedarwood cologne, and sets it beside you. “This might feel nice to hold or smell—whatever works.” He keeps talking, his voice a steady hum, sharing a goofy story about the time he accidentally hardened his hand in a bowl of cookie dough. “Total disaster, but I laughed it off,” he says, chuckling. “Kinda like how we’re gonna laugh this off later, right?”

You manage a small laugh, your voice steadier now. “You’re… really here for me, huh?” His grin widens, a little shy but full of warmth. “Always, you know that. You’re kinda my favorite person to be around.” He shifts to block a sudden gust of wind carrying distant noise, his broad frame a protective shield. He starts humming a soft, upbeat tune, syncing it with his tapping, and stays close, his presence solid and comforting. “Thanks, Eiji,” you murmur after a while, your breathing calmer. “This… helps a lot.” He beams, his eyes sparkling. “Anytime. I mean it—especially for you.”

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note: i love him with his hair down you guys. He's such a manly man 😫🥹

[anton-luvr]

i just had the cutest idea… what would anton do when he and his s/o ride the discopang together???

it would be so chaotic!!!

lots of uncontrollable giggles and anton will definitely be screaming (quietly) as he tries to hold on to the discopang and you for dear life LMAO

he'll be weak in the knees when you get off the ride, and he'll be strongly against going on it for the second time - but the quick kiss you plant on his cheek while asking him makes him willing to get on the ride again for as many times as you want as long as he's with you <3

[petrichorium]

I... would like to hear more of your thoughts about Luffy.... if you have any more to spare.....

lil prequel to this

The jungle is hotter than you anticipated.

It's only been an hour and already you're sweating through your linen shirt. It was foolish, really, to assume you'd be prepared, but before setting foot on the beach you might have said you'd last at least the first day before stripping most of your outerclothes.

Luffy, in contrast, seems perfectly unaffected. Of course it’s been nearly a decade since he’d first entered the Grand Line, an infinity of experience compared to you—in fact you might even say he looks more at home amongst the overgrowth and unseen beasts than he did in the bustling urbanism of your home island. He stands taller, you think; doesn’t bother hunching to your height, shoulders rolled back with eager confidence.

He'd picked up a walking stick somewhere along the way, and though he's offered more than once you've resolutely refused to climb onto that broad back if only because just the sight of it before you has your heart beating ever faster.

(And, admittedly, because more than once you've spotted some bug or another that has drawn you astray, and you'd be far too sheepish to ask him to stop and let you off if you saw one from his back.)

Now you lead the way, following the trail of distinctively eaten foliage that you'd first pointed out to a surprisingly keen pirate king who'd crouched to hover over your shoulder as you eagerly gestured to the characteristic patterns. He's carried on following you, an energetic pup at your heels with hands just a bit too willing to reach out and tug you away from the countless dips and valleys you seem determined to fall down.

Such as the one you stumble across now. The ground drops before you, so large that even your poor reflexes can stop you. Your heart drops even faster—once the trees have given way you realize the cliff you’ve run square into has revealed a perfect view of the ship you arrived on, and just how far into the horizon it’s gotten.

“Ahhhh,” Luffy says, a dismayed sort of noise. You flinch as a heavy forearm slams against your shoulder, the man forcing more of his weight than comfortable onto you as he leans forward. “So slow. The Sunny would have been gone by now.”

“What?”

“The Thousand Sunny! My ship!”

You wrinkle your nose. “I know what the Thousand Sunny is—“

“You do?” He’s giddy now, eager as he leans even closer into your personal space. “She’s the best ship ever, right? With the lion at the front, so cool, I'll take you to sit on it when—“

“I don’t know that much.” Your hand finds his face as you shove him away none too gently. He doesn’t budge. “Just the name, the figurehead… the flag.”

What any person in the world would know about the ship that carries the king of the pirates. You don’t bother clarifying such things anymore. Luffy doesn’t tend to listen.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned by the fact that our ship has sailed off?”

He blinks. “That’s why you brought me along, though.”

The words turn your blood cold. You swallow thickly. “You knew? Did you… did Lyle tell you? Is that why you agreed so quickly?”

Luffy makes a face. When he speaks it’s sour in a distinctly juvenile way. “Don’t talk about him, I don’t like him. And I really don’t like when you talk about him.”

"He's my husband," is all you can think to say in response.

"He wants you dead."

Even more than before, you feel as if you've been doused in freezing water, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You knew—of course you knew, obviously you knew, but hearing it aloud is an entirely different territory. Your knees buckle; Luffy’s hands find your waist before you can drop, lifting you with ease to deposit you almost tenderly onto the large outcropping of rock you’d been bracing yourself against.

They rest on either side of your thighs. You try not to think too hard about how warm they feel against you.

Your new perch is high enough that you’re level with him now. It’s a more comfortable feeling, no longer craning your neck to look him in the eye. Except he has other intentions; ones that have your face growing hot as he sighs and lowers his head to rest his cheek against the soft give of your thigh.

He’s always been touchy, moreso than appropriate, but it’s never been anything this bold. When he glances up at you through lidded eyes your breath hitches, a thrill going through you.

“We’ll just wait for my crew, yeah? If I don’t show up in a couple days they’ll follow my vivre card to find us. But you knew all that, didn’t you?”

You squirm a little. Luffy's arm tightens around your legs.

"Stop that. Just lemme—"

He shoves his face into your stomach. You yelp, hand flying to grip his hair none too gently—but that only drags a groan from him as he presses further and inhales deeply. Your abdomen tenses involuntarily.

(Lyle had never touched you so intimately, and certainly never so desperately. It had all been courteous and tasteful during the course of your arranged engagement, and then he'd gone cold after the wedding. Some rebellious part of you wishes he could see you and the king of the pirates now...)

He pulls back only when you finally sink into it. Stomach still fluttering, you push it aside and lean back on your forearm, that hand in his hair relaxing to stroke through the strands absent-mindedly. He eases up, lifting his head to watch you.

“Why?” You say finally. “Why are you so calm? I tricked you into coming here, I lied to you, I manipulated you, and you just went along with it? Now you’re stranded on this island with me for who knows how long until your people finally show up and you’re just okay with that? Why?”

Luffy blinks at you, dark eyes wide as his head tilts and his mouth pulls into a pout that has your heart skipping a beat.

“Well… you’re gonna join my crew, aren’t you?”

[yikesb3rg]

mkx johnshi maybe?

mrow

[arcadebandit]

you should totally draw 80s boyfriends haha,,,

ah yes, my favorite ship dynamic: trash goblin man x sunshine bf

HC: Felix is very, very supportive when it comes to Turbo's races. Even if he wins every lap and likes to be a snob about it, Turbo actually gets super flustered at Felix's compliments because he's so genuine about it.

I love 8-bit yaoi.

[waterghostype]

what the water gave me by florence + the machine but it's jay and nya

But oh, my love, don't forget me When I let the water take me

im editing this post to put a fixed version here bc i dont like the one i posted but i kept it up for too long

[lokh]

what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans

there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv

i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before

IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings

a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:

b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT

c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro

[averycutesalamander]

NO!! SNAKE BITE BOOTHILL I'LL FOREVER WAIT FOR YOI...... MY BELOVED

Silliness apart I 100% understand. I'll love anything you write. Can you give a taste of what ur writing right now? The 18k draft? I'm curious.....

by the way, do you think boothill would like whiskey? With 2 ice cubes?

-Snake Bite anon

edit: i wrote most of this like right when i got the ask (like two months ago i am SO sorry 💀) and meant to finish it immediately after but uhhh obviously that didnt happen. and in retrospect it is extremely funny how nervous i was to talk about this considering how bad my newest newest draft is. anyway here you go

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oh god anon the can of worms youve just opened.. 😭 im sort of nervous talking about it but. im too obsessed with it to not finish and post it eventually so i guess i should just rip off the bandaid now.

cw pseudoincest under the cut but HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

ok so for the record this is NOT MY FAULT. i was talking with (redacted) about how sad it is that one of my favorite writers sees him as an uncle. like, it's a familial thing. and we were joking like "well that wouldnt stop me lmao am i right guys" and it was all in good fun.

and then i started. Thinking About It. and entirely against my will my brain formed a plot. and at first i was just gonna write like a drabble or something to get it out of my system but uh. well.

yeah. so. yeah. so. ok. i know this looks bad but HEAR ME OUT. also spoilers for the first uhhhhh maybe half of the fic ?? two thirds of the fic???

ok so. this initially takes place before the IPC arrival. the reader gets adopted by one of his sisters when she's 5 because she was alone in the desert. she cant talk, and by the time she can, she doesnt remember what happened, so whatever. she meets boothill (who i am presently calling ahiga because i literally could not dodge around the name for that long) when she's 7 and LET ME EMPHASIZE THAT IT IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC AT THAT POINT. 100% PLATONIC. THERE IS NO GROOMING IN THIS FIC. OR UNDERAGE. ZERO. ZIP. ZILCH.

so reader is like.. cripplingly lonely with some major attachment issues. her mama's farm is pretty far from everyone else and there aren't many kids her age in the family, so she doesn't have many connections when she's younger. and she's a quiet kid, so she doesnt get much attention from the rest of her relatives. boothill can kinda see this to some degree, and i think hes sort of acquainted with loneliness (although his is largely self-inflicted at this point) so he kinda goes out of his way to include her in stuff and be nice to her. NOT in a creepy way, just in a regular cool uncle way. he teaches her how to ride horses, gives her sweets when mama isnt looking, that kind of thing. they don't see each other all that often but it's enough that they have a pretty solid, positive relationship.

so when shes like 16 she forms a teeny tiny itty bitty crush on him. just like. a little thing. and shes VERY aware that that's fucked up and she should cut that out immediately, but the thoughts kind of linger. but like.. presumably that'll just.. iron itself out eventually. with time. it's fine.

and almost immediately after that the IPC shows up and shit goes down. she and mama get kicked off their ranch and have to go shelter with nick and graey, and in the next week or so many other relatives follow. boothill ends up dropping off his daughter (who im calling manaba in this fic for the sake of naming consistency) to join the rebellion. reader helps out with the war effort, does supply runs, that kinda thing. when the ipc finally gives the kill order, shes between towns, and since they're targeting population centers, she escapes the direct blasts and shelters in a river to avoid the ensuing wildfires.

not everyone is so lucky, obviously. no one in her family (that she knows of) survives. some shit happens, but she ends up getting picked up by a group of survivors. skipping the details, several years go by. she doesnt really make any new friends, and the loneliness sinks its teeth into her - so she relies on the past to keep her grounded. the memories of her mom feel too painful, but her memories of her uncle feel.. safer. kinder, in a way. and in the back of her head, that tiny crush starts to fester. subconsciously, she starts to feed it, because the loneliness is ripping her apart, and this weird fucked up little fantasy feels like the safest way for her to keep it at bay. it's not a conscious thing, though. she's actively disgusted and disturbed by it every time it crosses her mind. it just kind of.. stews in the background.

she starts sleeping around to sate that loneliness. "There's a void in you that you haven't managed to fill. Something about having someone's hands on you makes the ache a little quieter, a little more manageable, but not by much." it's not born out of love, or any kind of affection - just a feral sort of desperation.

she never really feels like her partners fit her. when she finally realizes that shes chasing people with features that remind her of her dead fucking uncle, she promptly declares herself a freak forever and sentences herself to celibacy until she can figure out whatever the fuck is wrong with her brain.

she ends up leaving the planet, because staying is too painful. im a little foggy on the details here, but tldr she finds a mentor and gets into the tech scene, then the hacking scene, then starts doing what she can do fuck with the ipc wherever possible, etc etc. somehow, experiencing the impossible vastness of the universe, being surrounded by a functionally infinite amount of people, feels more lonely than ever. she's just kind of adrift in the world - sending money back home to help people make end's meet, generally just trying to find a reason to live beyond fear. there's a storm of emotions brewing inside of her - the hatred and the terror and the grief. she does all she can to spite the IPC, but it never feels like enough. it never feels like it does any good.

and then, years after the massacre, she's at a bar meeting with a client, and she sees him, and he sees her. and she's thinking "holy fucking shit that's my dead uncle" and he's thinking "holy fucking shit that's my dead niece" and they reunite and stuff. very heartwarming, very sweet, lots of tears (well. from her at least. he can't partake obviously 💀) and they start catching up over drinks.

and that's when he tells her his mission - that he knows who pulled the trigger, and who was behind the slaughter of their people. and she latches onto that HARD, because now she has a specific target for her emotional turmoil instead of the vague, amorphous concept of "the company." etc etc etc they agree to team up because he could use someone to help with behind-the-scenes stuff. and also because it's really nice to have someone around from home. so they exchange contact info and stuff, yay yay yippee

so they chat more, and they drink more, and reader maaaaaybe kinda sorta drinks a little too much. more than a little, actually. more than enough that her hold on her inner monologue slips and she starts thinking about how pretty he is. and suddenly that dormant little harmless crush that she was subconsciously feeding is swinging back around with a vengeance, because now it's real, and he's here, and he's ALIVE, and god did his lips always look that soft or-

and. well. eventually she uh. she might maybe kinda sorta ask if she can kiss him. and then processes the words that just came out of her mouth and starts CRYING because what the FUCK is wrong with her. and he like.. never addresses it directly. he just calms her down and makes sure she gets back to her hotel room and fucking DIPS.

BUT THE THING IS. THE THING IS. SHE WAKES UP THE NEXT MORNING. AND DOESN'T REMEMBER DOING IT. SO NOW HE KNOWS!! BUT SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE KNOWS!!!! AND THEY HAVE TO ACT NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

so the next bit is kinda loose and im probably gonna tweak some things. but. but. they have to go on a mission together. and.

yeah. im. yeah. they have to go to a bdsm club. together. and im sure you can guess. where im going with that. theres a particular section from the club scene that has been absolutely CONSUMING ME but idk if i should share that yet jawhbdjahwdbjawbajd unless somebody asks nicely ig. but jesus christtttttttttt it makes me feel insane. this whole fic makes me feel insane. the ending makes me want to chew my hands off but we'll get there when we get there. fucking pray for me because im not seeing the gates of heaven with this one

[mercillery]

Yandere Ryuya Ryudo? I love this man, I need people talking about him more..

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + YANDERE THEMES + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: anon you get the most biggest, fattest apology ever because of how long it took me to answer this. I hope you’re still out there anon don’t leave me 💔

Even as a lovesick, obsessive man, Ryuya keeps his cool as if he’s one sword slash away from giving a TED Talk on emotional composure. The guy’s got the balance of a tightrope walker carrying a tray of drinks during a windstorm. No matter how deeply that obsession with you runs, he doesn’t let it bubble up to the surface in ways that would make the townsfolk side-eye him or question his leadership. Nope, he’s not going to throw any wild tantrums or declare an impromptu war over a misplaced smile someone else sends your way—he’s too strategic for that.

But don’t be fooled. Behind that warm smile and those wise, all-knowing eyes is a mind running laps like it’s training for the Olympics of Devotion. He harbors an overwhelming, nearly primal need to protect you, keep you close, and, well, own your heart like it’s prime real estate. The twist? You won’t catch on right away. This man is subtle enough to win gold in the ‘Stealthy Obsession’ category. To the untrained eye, he’s the same calm, respected leader who probably volunteers at orphanages and helps old ladies cross the street.

As the shogun of the Land of the Sun, Ryuya is practically revered for his sharp insight and perceptive nature. The man could probably tell what you had for breakfast based on how you’re holding your chopsticks. This laser-focused awareness carries over into his relationship with you, turning his perceptiveness up to a level that might make you wonder if he’s reading your mind.

Spoiler alert: he isn’t

But it’s close enough to be unsettling. He can read your expressions, body language, and those little, seemingly insignificant shifts in your mood with the ease of a scholar flipping through his favorite book. If you so much as think about stubbing your toe on a chair, Ryuya’s already offering to rearrange the entire room to “avoid accidents.”

And don't even try to lie about how you’re feeling—nothing escapes his watchful eye. If you're upset, tired, or, heaven forbid, daydreaming about someone else, Ryuya will know before you do. And when it comes to others taking an interest in you? Well, he notices that too, with a smile that’s just a touch too calm to be entirely reassuring. But the real magic lies in how he handles it: subtle, calculated, and so composed that you’d swear he could maintain his serene expression while solving a Rubik’s Cube in one hand and sipping tea with the other.

Ryuya’s protective nature is already legendary as a leader, but when it comes to you, he becomes fiercely defensive, employing his strategic mind to keep you safe or steer you clear of anyone he perceives as a threat. But don’t expect dramatic outbursts or sword-swinging chaos—that’s far too messy for a man of his poise. Instead, he prefers the art of subtle manipulation, weaving his intentions so seamlessly into everyday situations that you wouldn’t even notice. Like that guy who got a little too flirty with you the other day? Oh, how peculiar—turns out he’s been suddenly transferred to a far-off village where he’s now spearheading a project to study moss.

And that sweet guy you thought was cute and hoped would strike up a conversation? Well, surprise! He’s recently discovered an urgent calling to become a monk and has taken a vow of silence for the next decade. Ryuya doesn’t need bloodshed or threats to secure his place at the center of your world. He just uses his clever tactics and foresight, making sure any potential romantic competitors have more pressing matters to attend to—preferably far, far away.

So while you might wonder why you’re seeing fewer familiar faces or why the local single scene has mysteriously thinned out, Ryuya’s there with his calm smile and warm gaze, acting like nothing’s out of the ordinary. Just business as usual for the shogun who happens to know you better than you know yourself.

Ryuya’s way of talking to you is always gentle, like a warm breeze rustling the cherry blossoms. But make no mistake—there’s a subtle firmness beneath his words that makes challenging him feel like trying to argue with gravity. He’s got a knack for convincing you with arguments so logical and well-constructed that by the time he’s finished, you’re nodding along and thinking, Yeah, avoiding that bustling festival totally makes sense. Who needs loud drumming and fun anyway?

His intentions come across as so pure and caring that you never suspect a hint of manipulation. After all, why would the wise, even-tempered shogun of the Hino Country, who radiates the calm of a thousand meditative monks, be pulling any strings? Impossible, right?

But here’s the catch—Ryuya sets boundaries so smoothly that they feel like they’re made out of care and concern (which, to be fair, they partly are). He genuinely wants to keep you safe, but mostly, he wants you where he can see you, hear you, and remind himself that, yes, you are indeed his. And if that means crafting an ironclad schedule that seems helpful but is really just a glorified plan to keep you within a 10-foot radius of him, then so be it.

Now, while Ryuya won’t storm in and outright forbid you from hanging out with people or going places, he’s got more tricks up his sleeve than a stage magician. That meeting you planned to attend? Rescheduled at the last minute to clash with a “mandatory” luncheon he’s hosting. The friend you wanted to visit? Turns out they’ve been called away on urgent, mysterious business. It’s almost comical how things fall into place—or fall apart—just when you’re about to step out of his shadow. And if you do get a burst of independence and declare, “Yeah, I’m going to that party, deal with it,” well, don’t be surprised if you find out the venue had a “plumbing issue” or the host suddenly came down with an “unexplained fever.” Weird how that works, huh?

Even if you somehow manage to outmaneuver his finely crafted web and go somewhere he can’t follow, don’t think for a second you’re free of his watchful eye. Ryuya’s got his ways—trusted allies, trained falcons, or even a casually placed mirror that he insists is purely decorative. He’s got a need to know where you are and what you’re up to. Because if he can’t be there with you, he’s at least got to have eyes on you from somewhere, making sure you’re safe, happy, and—most importantly—coming back to him.

So when your plans mysteriously unravel or your friends cancel for the third time this week, just remember: it’s not fate, it’s not bad luck, and it’s definitely not the universe conspiring against you. It’s just Ryuya, the shogun who’s more dedicated to knowing your schedule than his own.

Ryuya’s love language is acts of service dialed up to an art form. Forget guessing games—this man anticipates your needs with such precision that you’d think he’s got a script of your life hidden somewhere. He makes sure you’re always comfortable, well-fed, and surrounded by your favorite things, to the point where the idea of seeking comfort or support from anyone else seems downright silly. Why would you, when the shogun himself is out here making sure you’ve got everything from your favorite tea blend to that rare snack you mentioned once three months ago?

His caretaking isn’t just thoughtful; it’s like being wrapped in a soft, unbreakable cocoon of reassurance. A cocoon that, coincidentally, keeps you exactly where he wants you: close. Feel like you need a few days off to unwind? Don’t worry, he’s already sent a politely worded notice to your boss. And just like that, you’re “on leave.” But don’t get too excited about all that new free time—you’ll owe him for this little favor, and his idea of payback is spending the whole day by his side, preferably in his sightline at all times. It’s a “day off,” but with the unspoken rule that your itinerary is now the Ryuya Schedule™, complete with walks that just happen to pass his favorite places and meals that last three hours too long.

And if there ever comes a moment when you question the intensity of his affection or casually float the idea of needing a bit more freedom, Ryuya has a way of making those doubts dissolve faster than a sugar cube in hot water. He’ll look at you with those earnest eyes, speaking with a conviction that could probably charm the clouds out of the sky. He’ll remind you how much he values you, how your happiness is his top priority, and how everything he does is for you, never to you. It’s not possessiveness, no, it’s just love taken to a meticulous, slightly suffocating extreme. <3

And here’s the kicker: when he speaks like that, so genuinely and sweetly, it’s almost impossible not to believe him. You might start to wonder if maybe you’re overthinking things. Why push back when you have someone who knows your favorite flowers, makes sure your tea is brewed just the way you like it, and literally rearranges his entire schedule to accommodate yours? Exactly. You weren’t trying to push back anyway, right? Besides, he’s just the most thoughtful, considerate guy looking out for you—what could be wrong with that?

He has this uncanny ability to make you feel like every decision you make is entirely your own, even when those choices align perfectly with what he’s been planning all along. Want to take that spontaneous day trip? Funny, he already booked the horses and packed a picnic. Thinking of learning a new skill? Oh, look, Ryuya just so happens to know the best teacher in the land who’s “free this week only.” It’s all very convenient—almost as if fate itself is working overtime on his behalf…

He listens to your thoughts and opinions, and you can tell he genuinely values your input. You’re not just an accessory to him; you’re an integral part of his world, one he’d guard with his life. But in those deep conversations where you spill your dreams and plans, you might notice later that things shift ever so slightly in the direction he wanted all along. He steers the ship with such finesse that you’ll find yourself wondering how you ever thought any other course made sense.

If patience was a sport, Ryuya would have a trophy shelf bigger than the Hino Country itself. He’s a master of the long game, playing it with the precision of a shogi grandmaster. Even though he’s positively lovesick and could probably write an epic poem about every little thing you do and don’t put it past him to have a scroll or two hidden away, he never rushes. He knows that showing his hand too soon or coming on too strong would push you away, and that’s the last thing he wants. So, he waits—silently, diligently.

Ryuya’s patience allows him to time his words and actions perfectly, so his influence never feels stifling or sudden. No, he’s not going to burst in with grand proclamations or dramatic speeches. Instead, he’s the “plant, watch, grow” type. He’ll skillfully drop a seed of an idea into a conversation—something that seems innocuous at first. And then, like magic (or more accurately, careful planning), that idea starts to bloom in your mind until one day you wake up and think, Hey, I really should stay closer to home for a while.

And Ryuya? He’ll smile knowingly, offer his support, and be right there by your side as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because to him, it is. His influence is like water finding its way through stone—patient, constant, and ultimately, unstoppable. You don’t even realize how seamlessly your world has intertwined with his until you look around and see that the path you’re on is the one he quietly laid out, step by step. And by that point, it feels so right that pushing back isn’t even on your radar. Why would it be? Ryuya has ensured that wherever you end up, it’s exactly where he wants to be—with you, of course.

However perfect Ryuya’s strategy may be, he isn’t immune to moments of doubt. There are times when the shogun’s composed exterior cracks, if only for a heartbeat. Late at night, when the world quiets down and even the crickets fall silent, he wonders if what he’s doing truly aligns with the moral leader he so painstakingly built himself to be. These fleeting moments of guilt tug at the corners of his mind, whispering questions that make him pause: Am I crossing a line? But those thoughts are soon swept away by the weight of his feelings. Because when it comes down to it, he’ll choose you over ethics every time, even if that choice leaves a bitter taste.

And behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you, his mask falls away completely. His gaze grows more intense, like he’s committing every detail of you to memory for fear it might be the last time. The air shifts, charged with something electric and unspoken. His tone, usually as light as a summer breeze, drops to a murmur, carrying an edge of raw honesty. He’ll confess, not just in words but in the way he holds your gaze, how he cannot fathom the idea of you slipping through his fingers. How you mean more to him than he’d ever admit to anyone else, how even the shogun’s wisdom pales in comparison to the madness he’d embrace for you.

It’s a rare, unsettling glimpse into the depth of his need, a depth that feels all-consuming and leaves you wondering just how far he’d go to keep you. Maybe it’s just the weariness of the day, you tell yourself. Maybe he’s just tired, or hungry, or caught up in the moment. Yeah, that’s it—he’s probably just tired. Being a shogun isn’t an easy position to hold, after all.

But then he leans in closer, eyes dark and unwavering, and whispers something that sends a shiver down your spine. And suddenly, you realize that in this quiet room, with his soft voice wrapping around you, the walls don’t feel quite as open as they did before. And that’s when it dawns on you: Ryuya isn’t just the shogun, the wise leader who ensures peace and prosperity. No, he’s also the man who would move mountains, break promises, and bend even his own moral compass—just to make sure you stay right there, by his side.

[sushiboll]

love love love your merman joseph design. tho i was also thinking, maybe his tail could be the same olive green as his tank top when he's young, and as he ages it becomes more like his old self's khaki brown attire like as if his scales faded with age.

also funny how he has both hands. imagine if his left hand was replaced by a trident lol

Aaaaaa lmao ur so right

[kate-bot]

OKAY SO I've gotten two asks about my Noisette cosplay AND THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND WORDS !!!!!!!! It was sm fun to make this cos, so I will gladly explain everything I did in hopes that it might help someone else!! also both anons please share your cosplays with me when theyre done i would love to see them....

I've tried to link everything where I can, where I got stuff etc... I only rarely cosplay (although I am thinking of going as the noise in May Comiccon) and this was my biggest ever project so!! It's very trial-and-error! But without further ado

KATES EXTENSIVE(ish) GUIDE TO COSPLAYING NOISETTE FROM THE HIT GAME PIZZA TOWER!!!!!!! (warning its kinda long)

THE HAT

Okay i’m gonna be real my mum helped me so much she basically did all the sewing for me. Sewing is the fucking bane of my existence I hate doing it so much so we planned it out together and she basically executed it. Props to her for that she’s so real… She also wrote down what she did!! So i’ll just paste and colour that in for you to read!!

“The black material (seen in the above image) was originally a beanie hat that was picked apart to use as a template…

This was game changing basically. We had experimented with making the hat from scratch but it was far too difficult and we were both too stupid so we just unstitched a pre-existing hat and stole the template. The hat we cut up was one we had lying around for years so i cannot tell you where to get one from, but any beanie that is stitched together will work i guess! So I would recommend finding a hat that fits you snugly and doing the same thing!

…and the wool fabric that was utilised gave the finished product was stiff enough to be structurally sound.

I just got this from my local fabric shop, I would recommend wool over something like felt because it’s super sturdy and I was pulling on my mask a LOT.

Once sewn together, I attached a stiff card facemask to the front to help provide some structure, and to locate where the eye holes should be cut.

I think this picture shows it pretty well, my mum was able to curve the shape of the fabric to fit a pre-existing mask- we got ours from Hobbycraft, just one of those stringed white template masks yknow. We cut off the string, made the eyeholes a little bigger and just stuck it straight on!! I should mention this was pretty much all done with a sewing machine as well!

After that, we made two ears from a paper pattern, stuffed them and put some wire inside to allow them to be positioned, before sewing them onto this headband, which was then sewn into the hat. The bottom of each ear was also stitched to the crown to give it some additional stability and to secure the headband correctly in position (having fitted it on the wearer).

Yeah it was actually less of a mask and more of a headband!! That was what gave it most of the support and meant the ears would stay up, I’m not sure how it would work without it!! The ears were the only part that I could actually help with LMAO i just freehanded a little template, stuffed it, and then put in some modelling wire to make them able to be posed :)

Then it was a lot of hand sewing, and glueing the eyeholes to the mask to create a cohesive look.

AND YEAH that’s pretty much all it was! I also attached some little felt eyelashes to add to it as well. Honestly I could never come up with a step-by-step guide for the process because it was such a trial and error thing (i’d made two test-hats before we even came up with the method) but it was so fun!!

I would 100% recommend if you want the ears to stay UP to stuff them AS MUCH AS U CAN and/or put wire in them!! :) I also made some cute little bows to clip into my wig in the same fabric to make it more cohesive!! I also put a bow (and a bunny tail heheh) on the back of the dress too!!

THE DRESS

Super simple! I just found one online (okay for some reason the link has been taken off of the website, but just look up "overall dress" on google shopping and you will 100% find something super cute)- I made sure to buy the dress first, and then take it to the fabric shop to try and colourmatch the mask fabric as best as I could. Then it was just buying some big ol buttons off eBay and sewing them on!! (I could actually do that bit by myself, I'm bad at sewing but im not THAT bad)

EVERYTHING ELSE

Cute patterned knee-high socks cuz shes cute like that. Leg warmers, I think I got them both off of Amazon... Converse I got from Depop and I had wanted to buy a pair anyway so I was super stoked to get them cheap!! I chose converse over a pair of high-heels or Mary Janes just for comfort reasons, I was walking around loads at the con so... Everything else apart from the shirt was from Amazon or just. Somewhere online(I have no idea where to get fancy white gloves LOL) and the shirt was from Depop as well! I liked how frilly it was, re: Noisette is cute like that!!

oh yeah and the wig. I hate wigs it was awful. I have no idea how to style them. underneath the hat was the most awful bowl cut ever I just. It wasn't my best moment. Dont ask me about wigs please .

Also I should mention I got this bag for the cosplay (which I now use all the time cuz its so cute) because i needed space to store shit and I wanted something on-brand with her cafe... this isnt the exact link I used but I just got it off of ebay :P

PROPS

Unfortunately I don't have a lot of WIP pictures of my props but they were pretty simple to make!! The coffee cup was literally just spraypainting over a reusable coffee cup and using POSCA pen to draw on the front! Fun fact the cup says "To Peppino" because originally my boyfriend was gonna go with me as Peppino before the Cruetly Squad brainrot got to him so. YEA

And the tip jar was also pretty simple, I just painted on the lid a plastic jar (can't be glass, not allowed at ComicCon) and cut out a bit of vinyl to work as the sign. The cobweb was just hot-glued 3D printer filament, and the spider was made with foam modelling clay (literally the best thing ever if you're making small models like that) and i stuck him to the lid of the jar with Kandi string so he'd bounce around :]

AND I THINK THATS IT!! i may as well post a pic of the full cosplay since I dont think many people would have made it this far.... But I think it turned out pretty cool!! I got recognised a few times as well which was amazing!! (cropped out my bf cuz idk if he wants his face on tumblr gfhhfg)

SO YEAH!!!! if anyone has any questions please let me know.. but GOOD LUCK IN UR COSPLAY MAKING FRIENDS!!!! :D

[greennoobartist]

Can you clarify what you mean by you " don't support " lgbt+ in your bio please? It's worded rather awkwardly, as you say you believe everyone deserves respect and kindness as well. This is a genuine question/request.

Oh, hi anon! Sure, im always up for explaining everything that isn't clear. Im aware that my wording pretty much sucks but that's what you get when you've been antisocial for years and when English is your fluent language lol XD

Ok so, first lemme explain that part of not supporting LGBT:

Yes, i don't support it. By that I mean that i am NOT part of that community, so im NOT gay or lesbian or anything like that. Im simply straight and when it comes to sexuality, i keep that very simple. Simply straight without any complications. I don't even complicate with the pronouns and gender, so im a girl/female, pronouns she/her, sexulity straight, which means that when it comes to romantic attraction, im into men. When it comes to seeing LGBT content, i just find that weird, no offense. I don't like m/m and f/f ships, they're just disturbing for me so i don't like any ships of such kind. I understand that some people enjoy such content, but I just don't. It looks weird and it makes me feel uncomfortable. No offense of course, i just don't like it, that's all.

Im always am trying to keep that simple and I hope im doing it well.

Now for that "everyone deserves kindness" part:

Exactly as it sounds like :). Im a high believer that every single living organism on this world should be treated with respect and kindness, no matter who they are, what they are, what they like or dislike, gender, age, height, race, sexuality, religion etc. So with that, im always trying to be respectful and kind to everyone on Tumblr, no matter how different we may be.

Now the part that probably confused you because of my wording:

"If I'm a high believer of such thing, then how do I not support LGBT?"

From what I understood, this was what you were saying, and im sorry I did write that rather awkwardly in my intro post.

Basically, I'm not a part of that community, i said that. But, i respect everyone. Which means: "Oh wait, you're gay? Oh well, i don't mind! We can still be friends!". What I'm trying to say is that, just because im not part of that community doesn't mean ill hate you or block you or be disrespectful towards you or judge you or such. No. I will NOT do that. I don't care what's your sexuality, really. Love who you love and I won't judge it, that's your decision. By saying that i don't support it, i mean that i will not be making such content and that im not part of it. But if you are, completely fine! I don't mind! I know that I can't change your mind and i won't be even trying! Just because our opinions on sexuality are different doesn't mean that we can't be friends. I, sincerely, am fine with being friends with anyone. Im open to anybody and id like to be friends with everybody who wants the same. Im really not judgemental and picky when it comes to friends. Im aware that some people might not share my opinion when it comes to this, but I really don't care who you are when it comes to being friends. Ill be kind to you, you're gonna be kind to me and that's it. That's all that matters.

So to wrap this up: Im not a part of LGBT, but if you are, im completely fine with that! I will not show you any disrespect or unkindness. I will still be nice and kind to you. We can still be friends, i really don't mind. Everyone deserves respect and kindness, so even if we don't share the same aspect on sexuality, even if you're gay, lesbian or anything like that im still gonna be polite and kind, because everyone deserves respect and kindness, no matter what.

Side note: if you're lesbian, please don't flirt with me, pretty please. It makes me uncomfortable since like i just said, im straight. So if anyone who's reading this happens to be a lesbian, we can be friends, but don't flirt with me. Pretty please. We can be friends, but don't expect that ill support your flirting or romantic attraction towards me. I will not. Don't do it. Please.

That is all i have to say! I hope this clarified everything that wasn't clear! Im sorry that my intro was worded awkwardly and that it caused confusion, but I hope this solved it. Thank you so much for asking ❣️

[stormyoceans]

what is your header from? 👀

hello, anon!!!!

my header is from the bl series 'first note of love', which is a taiwanese and thai co-production. the story follows xiao hai, a young composer known by the name 'sea' who one day is unexpectedly invited to work with his childhood idol, neil. neil used to be part of the band 'magnet' alongside his brother, matt, but after the latter's death neil withdrew from the spotlight. now, six years later, xiao hai might be the only one able to help neil save his career, and himself too

okay as you can see writing summaries is not really my forte, sorry ;;;;;;; but the two characters in my header are indeed the main ones, neil and xiao hai!!!! and forehead touch is kind of a Thing™ in the show

fair warning: some blabbering ahead ;;;;;; (but no spoilers, don't worry!!!!)

i personally LOVE this show, and if it doesn't somehow mess up on the last episode it's definitely gonna be one of my favorites of the year, but i know most people wouldn't agree with me, which i understand. this isn't an overly romantic show, in the sense that the romance, while obviously there, is only a part of the story, and when it happens they do not wallow in it for long, they don't spell things out step by step, which can be both boring and frustrating considering the short run-time of the episodes

however there are just SO MANY great things about it: it's a BL about music that actually puts the music front and center (the soundtrack is AMAZING), the characters are all memorable and incredibly likeable, the multilingualism is very realistic, there’s no unnecessary drama, and above all the show is just so..tender. i really can't find another word to describe the way it deals with grief and love, it just feels like a warm and comforting hug assuring you that everything is gonna be alright

ANYWAY. if my blabbering didn’t scare you off, the show is actually ending on monday and the episodes are only 25/30 minutes long, so it would be the perfect time to do a binge watch JUST SAYING

[lipssoscarlett]

Bracelet ideas:

It’s nice to have Dorothea!

Shade never made anybody less gay

Karma is my girlfriend (or gf)

They don’t know how much I miss her (from The Very First Night false rhyme)

okay im gonna be honest i ran out of string, but i kinda like how this ended up anyway, it hints and female pronouns without going through with it like how the song does

[i.d: a bracelet that says "they don't know how much i miss" surrounded by red beads end id.]

[rykno-j]

I don’t know if you take requests but!

Kento Nanami+cold= lots and lots of sneezing

hii anon :> it's currently 1.30am let's see if i can cook a little smth up

"..Hih' NgT hh' eshh-w!"

Nanami stumbles into a classroom, praying that no one would walk by for the next few minutes.

Despite his best efforts - drinking lots of water, staying away from crowded areas, taking extra vitamin C, it had eventually caught up to him. Not that he thought he could run from it any longer.

He leans against the thin wall after sliding the door shut. Bringing a stray hand up to cover the bottom half of his face, Nanami swears that he could feel his nose twitch under his palm. He guesses it won't be long before-

"Hih'ghTchh!! hAH'tchhw!! hh'.. snff! hH'!! mnhh.. hiH' hA' DTt-ssh!!"

Nanami sighs, not lowering his arm for one of two reasons. Firstly, he had ran through packets of tissues by the time lunch rolled around, and secondly-

"he'H- TchH! h'dtchh!!! hIH'zZsh-iw!!" ..He still needed to sneeze.

It takes all of his self control not to slump down against the wall. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Nanami closes his fist, letting it rest by his side. The moisture wrapped around his fingers was too much to think about right now.

Not when.. fuck- He swears the dust present in the classroom played a huge role in teasing the coming fit out of him.

Nanami reflexively brings an index up to his nose, pressing down on it firmly as he struggles to silent the oncoming fit.

"hih'nHgt! h'nght! 'gtch! t'ch, t'ch!!"

His eyes were tearing at this point, and Nanami had to carefully remove his protective glasses into his pocket. His fringe hung low over his eyes, having been tossed out of their usual style after waves of him snapping forward at the waist violently, courtesy of the cold.

He sighs, sniffling softly against the back of his wrist. No doubt the rims of his nose were tinted pink by now.

"So, are you going to say something? Or are you going to just stand there and enjoy my misery?" Nanami turns to the side slightly, glancing out of the window from the side of his eyes.

"Oh Nanamin! Whatever do you take me for?" Said intruder steps out from within the shadows. "I was simply waiting my turn! Those sneezes sure seemed to occupy most of your attention."

"How considerate.. even for you, Gojo-san. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Here!" Gojo lifts a plastic bag into the air, dangling it in the air for a while as he dramatically pointed at it. "Shoko asked me to pass these to you." He takes a box out of the bag.

"Masks."

"Yep! She said it was a precaution, given this little virus making its way through the school." Gojo smiles brightly, removing a single piece before thrusting it in Nanami's direction. "Though, I guess you don't really need it now, do you?"

Nanami sighs loudly, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he steps out towards the other's outstretched arm.

"That's a lot of nerve. Especially coming from patient zero himself."

- end -

its 2am rn, goodnight :)

[nyxypoo]

Hello again sweet and beautiful nyx. I also just really think Kiryuu would like to occasionally dress you up in cosplay from one of his games or even just cute little outfits that are done as collabs with the games…because mirror sex is hot but partially clothed mirror sex? chefs kiss. He makes sure to keep your outfit clean by either using his fingers to push his cum back in or eats it out of you. It’s really a treat for him to clean you up and you can tell just by how comfortable he makes himself between your legs.

It makes it even better if he’s got a tongue piercing too, the tip nudging against your clit every so often. He loves the little twitch your thighs do, the overstimulation coupled with a slow and thorough makeout between your legs

hello again amazing and wonderful anon... i needed a moment sorry this took quite a while

i think kiryu lovesss seeing you all dolled up in general, but especially when he gets to dress you up himself. he also pays such close attention to you and everything you say so if he shows you a character from one of his games and heard you say "oh their outfit is cute" he's immediately gonna find a cosplay because if you like it, of course you'd like to be in it, right?

has you stand right in front of the mirror as he helps you into the outfit so both of you can see how you look. he puts all the accessories on you and zips it up in the back. runs his hands over your body to "smooth out the creases", but it's really just an excuse to feel you up a bit, as he compliments you up and down.

makes you sit down so he can put the matching heels on you as well, of course he can't have you lifting a finger. and you really can't blame him if things escalate after he accidentally gets a peak under the hem of your dress.

i think he slides your panties down your legs, tosses them out of the way before he's sliding his body into the space between your legs. definitely makes sure that you look at yourself in the mirror as he fucks you, cooing about how "you look so pretty when you're making a mess." if you look away from your reflection, he will stop just to tilt your head in that direction. he can't have you missing a single moment of the 'show', can he now?

and after, once kiryus made sure you 'enjoyed' yourself, he's pulling out to watch the way your mixed fluids leak out. glides a finger from your perineum up to your cunt, hums as he pushes his cum back inside you.

i think he'd also trail little kisses from your ankle, to your calf, up your thigh, all the way to the apex of your thighs before planting a little kiss to your clit. his eyes are locked on your face the whole time, watching your reactions each and every time his tongue piercing slides up to your clit. and he looks so so pretty while he's looking up at you, his hair a ruffled mess that was lazily pushed out of his face, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.

he's gripping your thighs too, mainly to prevent you from closing them shut but also because he loves feeling the way you twitch and how your body jumps from the overstimulation.

and kiryu isn't phased by the fact that he's tasting his own cum, not when he gets to be between your legs (plus it kinda turns him on since it's straight from the best place, your cunt). think the whole thing is so slow, sensual even. he isn't in a rush, not at all, he's focused on making sure not a single drop goes to waste. he's so focused on the task at hand and on the way your face contorts from the overstimulation.