#i know this is u 😐😐

[great-keykeeper]

just boys being cuties

[yuwuta]

WHEREVER YOU WANNA GO, THAT’S FINE WITH ME — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO 

cw mentioned/talks about death but not like… in a serious way 😭 this whole thing is very unserious and stupid it’s just a thought i couldn’t get out of my head, megumi being… megumi, f2l but what’s new, also inspired by some clip from a tv show i’ve seen on tt but idk the name of it, if you do pls let me know

you ask megumi you make one of those marriage pacts with you—that if neither of you are married by thirty-five, you two will get married to each other—and he just hums for a moment before asking, “do you think i’ll be better suited for marriage at thirty-five?”

“what? n—i don’t know? maybe? it just seems like an appropriate age to get married if you’re not already, that’s all,” you explain.

more humming. he blinks, “i don’t think i’ll be all that different at thirty-five.”

“well, that’s concerning,” you joke, “you’re supposed to change—grow a little bit as a person and all that, megumi. even you are capable of it.”

“i won’t want anything different out of a marriage at thirty-five than i would right now,” he corrects you, then turns to you, and with all seriousness demands, “so, state your stipulations. what do you want from me, let’s figure out of this is gonna work now.” 

you scoff, and cross your arms. “what do i want from you? that’s not how a marriage works.” 

“that’s how this friendship already works.” 

you say, megumi does; he pushes it than he should have, you say to stop, and eventually he does, and the cycle continues. he’s always stubborn, and sacrificing himself beyond necessity, and you’re always pulling his ear for it. 

“okay. fine,” you settle, straightening your posture, “i want a house. three bedrooms, so nobara and yuuji don’t have to bicker about sharing when they stay over.” 

megumi considers it, then counters with, “four. gojo needs a bedroom, too. one floor, i don’t like stairs.” 

“where the fuck are we going to find a one-level four-bedroom house? i don’t want to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.” 

“we’ll find one,” he shrugs, doesn’t flinch when he promises: “or i’ll have one made for us. next: vacations.” 

“twice per year. somewhere tropical, and somewhere metropolitan.” 

“i don’t like the beach.” 

“then you don’t have to go on the beach.” 

“you’re responsible for me if i burn.” 

“i’m responsible for you either way, i’m your wife,” you taunt, “pets, next. i want dogs. two. maybe three. and a bunny.” 

“no bunnies, they’re too much work.”

“but i want a bunny, megumi.” 

“you won’t have time for a bunny,” he rolls his eyes, “and you’re gonna get pissed when it chews up the expensive couch you’re gonna make me buy, and takes a shit in the expensive fruit bowl you’re gonna con gojo out of. no bunnies.” 

you pout and frown, but megumi doesn’t budge: “no bunnies.” 

you sigh, “no bunnies, but i want the dogs.” 

“i didn’t say no to the dogs. unless you want a golden, then i’m not raising that.” 

“why not? we already have yuuji.” 

“exactly, we already have yuuji.” 

“fine. i want a king sized bed. the really big, oversized ones you get in america.” 

“done. children?” 

“you want children?”

megumi shrugs, but you swear there’s a dust of pink on his cheeks, “maybe. maybe not. if i did, no more than two.” 

and suddenly you can’t help but feel heat in your own face, hot with the image of two tiny megumis running around. 

“that’s fine with me. maybe kids, but no more than two,” you cough, “i want one of those heated driveways for the house.”

“i’ll have it built. i’ll clean and do laundry and take out the trash if you cook.”

“what about days i don’t cook?”

“then i’ll do that, too,” megumi nods, “anything else?”

“yes. if i die first, you can remarry, but you visit my grave at least twice a year, and bring peonies. and that picture of me from prom where i look really good.” 

“no.” 

you stop. you blink. “what do you mean ‘no?’ you wouldn’t visit my grave?—kinda cruel considering i birthed your up-to-two future children and raised your dogs.” 

“i won’t remarry. and i don’t want you to if i die first,” he corrects you, again, “and there’s no dying first and leaving me behind, i’m going with you.”

he doesn’t leave room for debate in his declarations: won’t, don’t; not wouldn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t—you have to pinch yourself to stop chasing the rabbit of temptation running through your mind. 

“i don’t… think you get to decide that,” you chuckle. 

“of course i do,” megumi grins, uncrosses his legs and leans over. he reaches a hand to the back of your head and pushes it forward until your foreheads meet gently; and as if the affection wasn’t shocking enough, he continues, “where you go, i go. that’s marriage, right?” 

he widens his smile a bit, before letting you go, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms like nothing happened, and you’re left staring, blinking, breathing shallowly like prey that narrowly escaped being caught.

you don’t speak, so megumi does, “i have one more thing.” 

and slowly, you unthaw enough to let out a questioning hum. megumi tilts his head before telling you, “i want your last name.” 

“what? you—you would change your name?” you stutter, “but fushiguro is so pretty! and it’s your mom’s name, so few people get their mother’s names.” 

“yeah. this way, our up-to-two children get their mother’s names, too.” 

“i—okay… yeah, i guess they do,” you gape, then pout, “wait, what if i wanted to be mrs. fushiguro?” 

“tough luck,” he grins, “you get everything else.” 

you get me, instead, is what’s left unsaid. 

“okay, fine. sounds like a deal to me.” 

“great. we can’t have a spring wedding because gojo and toji will sneeze obnoxiously loudly, and we can’t have a summer wedding because the anniversary will conflict with our tropical vacation, and nobara will kill us if it’s too close to her birthday,” he says, standing up from the couch to head to the kitchen, “so i’ll see you at the courthouse in september.” 

you nod reflexively, sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smile. it’s a while before your brain processes his words, and when it finally does, you spring up in a fluster, “october? megumi, i said when when we’re thirty-five and if neither of us are already married! megumi? megumi fushiguro, come back here!” 

[iwasneverth3re]

POV: you're watching the MAMA awards and the camera pans over to DG

[keekity]

social media influencer and the "roomate" behind the camera

[theloveinc]

You laugh at literally one. ONE. of shinso’s jokes and he falls in love with you

[spacedlexi]

when u want to like a character so so bad but theyre a cop so its impossible

[roychewtoy]

WHAT IS THIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSGAAAAHHAHAAAA

[vergilbergart]

this came to me in a vision. this is half-me figuring out relationships and half-me wanting to figure out how to draw these dummies.

dumb thoughts under the cut bc i cant shut up lol

crocodile and dragon ... truly divorced. extremely divorced. they run into each other at the supermarket and the tension is Palpable as they remark to each other "...Dragon." and "...Crocodile." while Luffy is standing there awkwardly texting his friends some shit like "besties my dads are about to fight in the cereal aisle" and someone (PROBABLY NAMI) is like "send pics lol"

crocodile and buggy is "you're stupid. i like that in a man" while buggy honks awkwardly being simultaneously afraid but also Into It

mihawk and buggy is the same except with more of mihawk being like "well. idk who the fuck this guy is but this is happening i guess." buggy's like 😨😫😭😳🤡 and mihawk is like 😶😑😐🤨

can u tell buggy and shanks own my ass tho ... i love childhood friends who drift apart bc one of them is so fucking stubborn about going off on his own and the other just Letting him, and theres a completely one-sided rivalry, and u just Know that if they got talking for too long, they'd start reminiscing about their pasts and start getting sad about their shared losses (re: Roger). something something buggy insisting it's a "can't live with you but can't live without you" thing idfk!

shanks and mihawk ..... ooouuuughhh we love rivals who respect each other and trust each other genuinely, and shanks being the only one who can crack mihawk's stoic exterior and the only person he can kinda let his guard down around.

i have nothing to say about crocodile and mihawk. their relationship is like. we are fuckbuddies but if our relationship level was at Strictly Coworkers.

i don't ... hate ... croco + doffy together but the way some ppl write them is so like ... not how i imagine their relationship. i went on an entire rant about it to my friends but tl;dr, i think it's a completely one-sided thing of doflamingo wanting them to be hannibal and will, playing mind games and having a psychosexual homoerotic obession w each other, but crocodile is completely like ... No. Get Away From Me (proceeds to smack doffy with a broom)

[angelstitss]

scientific research has proven that vox is more gay than being gay

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[cyberfreaky]

i wanna be like those ppl who can write smut drabbles in one or two massive paragraphs w/o much detail, but i literally can’t ??? like it’d be so much easier to write but i have this dying urge to put in so much graphic-ish detail it’s so annoying

[hyunpic]

[ghost-proofbaby]

So I work at a witchy store and this guy came in with a list of things he needed to pick up for his girlfriend, it was a list of stuff for a spell like herbs and candles. The guy didn’t have a clue about spell work but apparently she was doing spell for him cause he was applying for a new job and I just can’t help but imagine eddie totally doing that for his cute witchy girlfriend. 😭

PLEASE.

eddie with a cute witchy girlfriend is a need. i can see him doing that, and being fairly clueless but so supportive (you make him a mini protection spell jar and he protects that thing with his life. damn near worships it).

but i can also see him being so curious and his nerdy self diving headfirst, letting you teach him everything and getting so involved. if you rant about a coworker, he’s already ramping up about a hex jar, gathering the supplies all eager and pissed on your behalf, and you just have to talk him down like “babe. babe. no, no hex jars. we’ve talked about this. nope.”

baby boy also probably loves going crystal shopping or will find cool downtown areas that cater to both your wants, lil witchy stores for you and comic book stores for himself. he gets a pretty new set of dnd dice, and you get a few crystals for your collection, and he loves to put them all together and be like “look baby! my dice look like they could fit right in with your clear quarts!! this one is almost the same shade of green as your adventurine necklace 😏😏”

[cadavorcist]

new sketchbook page number 1 😎

[nulltune]

wip from months ago that i will complete someday maybe 🥴 (delusional) BUT UNTIL THEN- i'm a self indulgent binch i want a witchy hakuno for a general fantasy verse so badddd it makes me look stupid <3 /this was rlly inspired by "wait by the shooting star falls" btw 🥺🫶

[quarterprioritymidnight]

also i redid the patches on my bbx jacket btw if you even care