#ramune-and-rain

[segasys]

Ramune :]

(oops image is kinda big)

alternates under

I couldn’t decide which one was best, I’m just a sucker for blue->purple->pink blend hue whatever you want to call it

[crabsnpersimmons]

Crab crab, here I am to say again how adorable and pretty your art is at the point I want to BITE IT

[and keep your Chibis safe because I want to bite them so much /affectionate]

awwww thank you, Niko!!

yknow what, i kinda get it. the chibis give off a "fruit candy made with real fruit" kind of vibe to me haha

and don't worry, they have their caretaker Y/N* watching over them:

Y/N: please don't bite the kids.

Sun and Moon signs: (your dentist will be disappointed.)

Y/N: i mean yeah?? but also?? don't bite kids?? period??

*Y/N is an ex-Fazbear technician! they built Sun and Moon's chibi bodies to fulfill a promise to an old friend

[eeveekitti]

I need a little comfort, can you draw gourmand, spearmaster, and rivulet? Doesn’t have to be ship, just the sillies.

I love your art style it’s so cute and simple, and your designs are awesome and so colours!!

your ramune my mutual

[weheartstims]

Hi hi!! Could you do a stimboard for Rivulet from the game Rainworld? Feel free to decline if you don’t feel up to it! But stims I like are like, bathbombs and fizzy things like soda, soap cubes/cutting, and bright colors! Specifically blue and pink! Thank you so so much!!

Rivulet (Rainworld) with blue and pink bath bombs, soda, and soap cutting!

🔷|🩷|🔷 🩷|🔷|🩷 🔷|🩷|🔷

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i want you closer, closer even still ; suguru geto

synopsis; in the midst of a rainshower, you run into your mysterious classmate.

word count; 6.1k

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, implied no curses au, fluffy summer vibes, forced proximity (my beloved <3), pining, very shoujo manga coded, vague allusions to sugu having a troubled background, (kind of same w reader), switching povs, gojo slander, stsg implications if you squint (my brand), he’s a sweet sweet boy and i love him :((

a/n; teen sugu reminds me a lot of the kind upperclassman type of otome game li… with secret emotional baggage that makes his route really hard to complete….. anyway i dedicate this fic to hit mobage jujutsu kaisen: phantom parade PLEASE bring sugu home to me please please please ple

geto looks beautiful in the rain. 

it’s an embarrassing first thought to have, as he rounds the corner and comes into view. a black head of hair, making you stop in your tracks, breathe in a gulp of humid air.

you can’t help it, though.

it’s raining. droplets ricochet against the sidewalk in an endless cadence, the sky above you blanketed by gray clouds; enveloping your city in a summery shadow, the scent of hot concrete and blossoming hydrangeas. everything smells of a blistering summer, youth in a bottle cap. tasty on your tongue.

those very same hydrangeas surround him, on all sides, framing his figure like a painting come to life — splotches of colour, flecks of purple and pink and blue, clashing with the gray sky and the black umbrella in his hand. he looks a little disheveled, hair a little frizzy, bangs sticking to his skin. oddly at peace.

when his eyes meet yours, you see a flash of recognition — a tiny spark in the amber hue. 

you take that as your cue to move closer. 

he waits for you, always so patient, smiling as you look both ways before crossing the street — shoes hitting the concrete in a steady thud, thud, thud. a splash from the puddle you step in.

you’re in a good mood. veins flooding with sugar and buzzing with joy, raindrops sticking to your skin and the plastic bag in your hand, absently humming along to a song playing through your headphones. your clothes are soaked, but you’re smiling; swinging the bag of treats as you walk. bags of chips, colourful lollipops, bottles of ramune, clinking together for every step you take. enough to last you a couple weeks. 

in your good mood, you ended up stocking up on your classmates’ favorites — bouncing on the balls of your feet at the thought of giving them away, seeing their satisfied little expressions. you even got something for gojo. he’ll have to fight for it, obviously, but you look forward to seeing his face light up when he takes a bite of the soft mochi.

(you like giving them things. it’s fun. it makes you feel like a normal high school kid.)

right now, nothing can dampen your spirits. the entire world smells of rain, and hydrangeas, and apple blossoms from the backyards behind you. a scent that creeps into your bloodstream, sneaks into your breath. a smile grows on your lips — blooming even brighter when you step into your classmate’s orbit.

”hey!” you chirp, raising a hand up in greeting.

”hey,” geto echoes, voice honeyed and smooth, bringing a hand up to wipe at his forehead. wet from the humid air. ”out on a walk?”

you smile, lifting your plastic bag up slightly, grabbing his attention. raindrops stick to the plastic, to the tips of your fingers. you clasp it tightly. ”just went to get some snacks. you?”

”i wanted to get some fresh air,” he smiles. eyeing you up and down. ”did you forget your umbrella?” 

silently, he takes in your appearance. your breathing is a tiny bit laboured, and the flimsy, oversized hoodie you’re wearing is sticking to your skin. it’s all that protects you from the steady downpour; no umbrella to be seen. you look small, tilting your head upwards, meeting his gaze. he feels the beginnings of a smile play at his lips.

seeing the rain cascade down your skin, suguru can’t help but be exasperated. all you do is blink, seemingly unbothered, as if you aren’t straight on the road to catching a cold. you can be a little scatterbrained. 

maybe that’s why he can’t help but dote on you.

(that’s what satoru calls it, at least. suguru thinks it’s just called being nice — not like satoru would know anything about that.)

”oh. no, i didn’t forget.” you scratch at the back of your neck. ”just didn’t know it was going to rain.”

the sudden downpour gave you no time to prepare, heavy and abrupt — clouds obscuring the glowing sun in what felt like no more than a second. like someone high above flicked the light switch of the world. all you could do was pull your hood up, try to walk under whatever apple tree you came across. it didn’t help much, though. 

you shift your weight from one foot to another, soles weighed down, dripping with dew. sort of sheepish.

geto chuckles, raspy and soft. a little teasing. ”didn’t you see the weather report?”

”well, it… just slipped my mind, i guess.”

silently, you avert your gaze. now you remember — yaga-sensei did mention that, didn’t he? you heard him say it. but you just forgot.

geto is laughing at you, a little, from within his eyes; at least that’s the impression you get. so you continue, eager to defend your honour. 

”it’s fine, though,” you assure him, smiling brightly. a sunny grin. ”i like the rain!”

geto raises an unimpressed brow, but the expression fades away just as swiftly — giving way to something softer. ”you’re heading back to the dorms, right?” he asks, continuing once you give him a slight nod. ”then we can share.”

you blink. one moment passes, then two. but geto only smiles, shifting his umbrella a little, hoping you’ll get the hint. silently beckoning you over. 

you feel oddly flustered.

in truth, you and him aren’t particularly close. he’s nice to you, sure, but geto is nice to everyone. you’d like to call him a friend, but what do you actually know about him? not much. 

suguru geto is a bit of an enigma. a little mysterious. he’s polite, well-mannered, and he seems like the most normal of your classmates — but the bar is in hell, because you know for a fact geto isn’t normal either. no normal guy deliberately chooses to keep his bangs like that. 

there’s a gap, there. a kind of inconsistency. he’s hard to approach, but he puts you at ease. pulls you in and scares you off. with a soft voice and kind smile, keen eyes and a heavy palm on your head. sometimes he brings you snacks when you study in the library, or helps you with homework. kind of like a dependable senpai. someone to lean on.

but then there’s that gap. 

the real geto, who you’ve only seen glimpses of, only ever in gojo’s vicinity, is boyish and bright — he laughs and pouts and takes up space. he glows brighter than the sun. but the geto you’re seeing, right now, is more like the moon. wearing a polite, patient smile. standing up straight.

waiting for you to join him under his umbrella.

(he’s kind. but is he doing it because wants to, or because he feels obliged to?)

”… oh.” a pause. ”ah — no, it’s fine!” you take a step back, quick to reassure him. ”i can walk there without it! i’m already soaked, anyway.”

geto observes you. for a moment, something in his expression flickers; a crease between his brows.

then he shakes his head. still wearing a comforting smile, the same one he always slips on when he’s around you. ”still. we don’t want you catching a cold,” he persists, sounding something like a nagging mother. ”you’ll miss the exam next week.”

and with that, your shoulders drop. 

right — the exam. the one you haven’t been studying for in the slightest, completely distracted by the feeling of summer in the air. the one you can’t fail, under any circumstances, because yaga-sensei can and will force you into taking summer classes for it. that exam. 

a wistful sigh leaves your lips. ”god, i wish.”

geto chuckles — a little deeper than usual. it makes your heart flutter. then he’s beckoning you over, again, with a slight shake of his head. 

”c’mon. there’s enough room for two.”

he gives you that same familiar smile, and you’re forced to admit that you might be slightly weak to it. something about the way his lips tug upwards, the light crinkle of his eyes. a certain glint in them that tells you he’s not budging on the issue. 

you’re still a little hesitant. but…

(this is a chance, isn’t it? a chance to bridge that gap between you.)

silently, shyly, you join him under his umbrella. shielding you from the still falling rain.

pitter patter, pitter patter. you don’t know where the rain ends and your own heartbeat begins. he’s so close — your shoulders nearly brushing together. it makes your nerves bubble up, in rhythm with the droplets bouncing off the cover up above. you feel stiff. the tiny, miniscule gap between you feels like a sweltering stove, radiating a heat that warns you to stay away. as if his touch could burn you. like this, you can even smell him; fresh laundry, an earthy cologne. the slightest hint of caffeine and tobacco. you blame it on shoko — the whole dormitory smells of cigarettes, thanks to her. 

it’s comforting, though. his scent. blending together with the aroma of rain, wet earth, blooming flowers. with his fragrance smoothing over all your senses, the closeness between you a constant reminder of the situation you’re in, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. 

with a quick murmur of thanks, you begin to walk, in tandem.

geto can’t help but steal a glance at you, out of the corner of his eye. you look a little meek, a little flustered. he hopes the narrow distance between you isn’t making you feel too uncomfortable. 

just to be sure, he angles his body away from yours. ever so slightly, one subtle step away, to make the gap a little wider. then, as discreetly as he can manage, he tilts the umbrella in your direction — not wanting the seemingly never-ending drops of rain to graze your skin. he can feel them, now, soaking through the material of his shirt, hitting his shoulder. but he doesn’t mind. 

you don’t seem to notice, and geto is relieved. he’s pretty sure you’d protest — and as enjoyable as another friendly squabble would be, he’d prefer to avoid it for now.

you’re nice. accommodating, he thinks, in a subtle kind of way. always showing up with trinkets after your little outings, offering to get everyone a drink on your way to the vending machines. you’re friendly with the other two; always nagging at shoko to stop smoking, even when she just rolls her eyes and calls you a goody two shoes. recently, you’ve even started to be patient with satoru, even when he tries to get a rise out of you. it wasn’t like that at the start of the year. geto wonders what changed. 

he’s a little interested in you. just a little. you’re sweeter than the other two, easier to worry over. he saw you trip over your own shoelaces last week. you’re a little clumsy, a bit of a ditz — airheaded. maybe that’s why he can’t help but feel protective of you. satoru brushes everything off with a cheeky grin, and shoko is self-sustaining, but you’re often in need of a helping hand. the last time he tried that with the other two, they wouldn’t stop calling him mother geto until he smacked them over the head with gojo’s shounen jump issue. 

it makes him feel out of place — when he doesn’t have anything to tend to. itchy, a feeling of dread crawling up his throat. peace and quiet feels suffocating, when he isn’t in total control over it.

so, in his own way, small as it may be, geto enjoys taking care of you. grabbing you a carton of strawberry milk, or warding satoru away when he’s annoying you a little too much. he likes the smile you grace him with when he does. it’s pretty. and it’s all geto really knows about you — that, and that there’s a tenderness to you that’s hard to fake. it’s not much to go on.

so this is the perfect opportunity to learn more. 

(a heartfelt connection. something he’s always, always craved. something that maybe he can finally have, with satoru, and shoko, and you — 

if you’re willing, that is.)

”hey,” he starts, breaking the rainfilled silence. keeping his umbrella steady, leading you both away from a big puddle in the middle of the sidewalk. ”can i ask you something?”

you raise your head to look at him. blinking owlishly, at the sudden question, nerves beginning to rise again. he sounds kind of serious. did you do something? paranoia gnaws anxiously at the ridges of your ribs, but all you can do is swallow empty air and stammer out a meek reply.

”… uh, sure!”

geto glances over at you, his eyes meeting yours. that gaze of his is kind of heavy — the deep colour of his eyes coaxing you closer, luring you in. honey and amber, splotches of cedar and flecks of gold.

they’re pretty.

”this might be kind of a weird question,” he begins, reaching a hand up to adjust his bun, sneaking a finger under the black hair tie. voice light; to put you at ease. ”but i’m just curious.” 

he looks ahead, at the street before you, only meeting your stare once you give him a slight tilt of your head. then he parts his lips.

”why did you come here?”

you blink. 

silently, confusion painting the interior of your iris, you stare at him. waiting for a clarification that doesn’t come, before giving him a hesitant answer. ”… to get snacks?”

geto has the audacity to laugh, after such a vague question. the sound is light and breathy, melting together with the pitter patter of the rain, and for some reason it strikes you as sincere. ”not like that,” he grins. ”i mean, why did you come to the school in the first place?”

ah. 

that’s a different question. harder to answer. he must notice your hesitance, the puzzlement in your features, because he’s quick to elaborate. hiding a smile behind his fist, disguised as a cough.

(you’re sort of cute when you’re confused.)

”i mean — it’s an odd choice, isn’t it? far off the map, barely any students....” you nod along, and he continues. ”i don’t know about your background. but moving away from home must be kind of tough, right?” when he glances in your direction, you notice a sparkle of genuine curiosity in his eyes. ”so i was curious about your reason. if you feel comfortable telling me, i mean.”

a hum. it buzzes in your throat, absentminded, as you stare into space. brows furrowed. 

geto gives you time, as much time as you need, always willing to wait. for a minute or so, the only sounds that fill the space around you are the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the plastic cover of umbrella, and the sound of your shoes meeting puddles on the street. silently, you ponder the question. thinking of your answer.

geto has a point. you’ve been curious, too — about how your classmates ended up in such an eccentric little school, so detached from the rest of the world. a quirky private school in the middle of nowhere. you must all be a little eccentric yourselves. that’s probably why you feel so safe with them — you get the sense that you’re all lacking something. something that would ward normal kids away from such an unorthodox choice.

you could say you were just going with the flow. a relative of yours used to work with yaga-sensei, and heard about his position at a newly reinstated private school — heard that he was looking for students to fill the roster. 

so you accepted.

(if it was really that simple, geto would already have his answer.)

what drew you in, more than anything, was the promise of something new. a strange, small school, far away from home; from the people you know, the town you know, the life that you’ve lived. far away from the person you are, the person you was, the person you’ve always been.

an escape. that’s all it was. 

a way out.

he’s still waiting for your answer, even now, trying to read your thoughts off your face. eyes trailing over every contour. very briefly, you consider dodging the question — but his silent, steady presence squeezes a little honesty out of you. 

you want to give him a genuine answer.

”… i guess,” you begin, weighing the words on your tongue. they feel stale, a little awkward, but not dishonest. ”i wanted to stop being me for a bit.” 

the words are unexpected, surprising even to your own ears — like your mouth and your mind weren’t quite cooperating, one ahead of the other, one not weighing in on the honest choice. they catch geto off guard. 

he looks at you, silently, attempts to dissect your expression; but he doesn’t succeed. 

for a second, something flashes in his eyes. a glimmer that you just barely catch, that you can still sense behind his eyelids when they flutter shut. you’re not sure what to call it. recognition, maybe, or something like empathy. a sense of acknowledgement. it’s gone when he opens his eyes. 

he doesn’t look at you when he answers.

”… i get that.”

there’s a depth to his words that you’re afraid to uncover. you feel their weight, all the same, glancing up at him, studying his expression, the humid drops of dew that stick to his lashes. and you feel a tug. faint, non-existent, the string between your pinkies —

a growing connection. 

(it makes you feel oddly bare.)

all you can give him is a chuckle, a little breathless. ”do you?” you ask, grinning weakly. ”it’s a little melodramatic.”

geto only smiles. silent, comfort personified. there’s no judgement in his eyes, none whatsoever — because he knows exactly what you mean.

fleeing from the past. 

it’s a kind of murder, he thinks. a rebirth.

maybe the two of you are similar. similar in the sense that he recognizes the shadow in your eyes, the one he sometimes sees in mirrors; familiar in the sense that you both suffer from that same sickening awareness. 

(maybe you want the same thing he wants, what he’s always wanted — 

control.)

it’s a realization that creeps up on you, the both of you, slow and steady. a sense of kinship. it envelops you, cradles you close, in the same way molten clouds cover the summer sky.

geto isn’t lying, you can tell. he does get it. you know, just from that tilt of his voice, the way his eyelashes flutter, his absent shifting from one foot to another. and it soothes your worries.

everything is silent, for a bit. you look down at the asphalt, at your own reflection in a puddle, and geto gazes at the bushes of hydrangeas to his right. you feel safe, right next to him, under his umbrella. and he feels content to have you there. your shoulders brush together, for a moment, and it sends a jolt through your heartbeat.

geto inhales a breath.

”by the way —” 

”— have you studied for the exam?”

you both still. blurting out the words at the same time, turning to look at each other; sheepishly blinking in the other’s direction.

then he barks out a laugh.

”sorry,” he hums, a sleek smile on his lips. bright and sheepish. ”what was that? the exam?”

”ah — yeah,” you feel heat settle on the back of your neck, crawling up your ears. ”have you, um, studied for it at all?”

geto moves the umbrella from one arm to the other, smoothly directing you to stand on his right instead of his left. guiding you with his hand on your lower back, ghosting the fabric of your clothing. he stretches his free arm, a little stiff.

”yeah,” he exhales. ”not a lot, though.”

”really?” you blink up at him, trying not to blush at how easily he maneuvered you. stupid, stupid heartbeat. ”you strike me as the honour student type…”

geto scoffs. it leaves his lips before he can tug it back. ”satoru said the same thing.”

a breath spills from your lips, almost a chuckle. you’re not sure how to feel about being compared to gojo, of all people, but you’ll let it slide this once. ”well, you just kinda have that vibe.”

now he’s huffing, tethering on the edge of something childish, and your smile grows. you’re seeing him make a lot of new expressions today. 

”why, though?” comes a sigh. he must be playing it up, a little — you almost get fooled into thinking he’s pouting. ”is it the hair? i don’t even wear glasses anymore...”

”well —” you pause. ”hold on, you used to wear glasses?”

all you get is an absent hum. he doesn’t notice your wide, shellshocked eyes. ”when i was younger. i got rid of them a couple years back.”

“oh…” you try to imagine it, for a second. he’d look frighteningly good in them. just barely, you manage to keep yourself from saying it out loud. ”i think it’s more just your general personality. like, you’re responsible and polite… or something.”

and geto chuckles; the intersection between a teasing smile and a soft grin. it’s just a little bit ethereal, painted over with the humid summer air. he turns towards you.

”and that makes me an honour student?” 

”… okay, maybe not.” you bring a hand up to your hair, fixing it absently. deflating a little. ”you just strike me as intelligent, i guess.”

geto smiles, again, as always. the chuckle that escapes him is faint and fond, and awfully soft, dripping down his lips. ”well, thank you.” 

his eyes are warm, burning into yours. all you can do is glance away. you still don’t really understand this sensation — why he’s suddenly so easy to talk to. why he feels like something other than just a classmate, when he looks at you like that. 

then again, geto has always been a natural at putting people at ease. maybe that’s why you can’t help but warm up to him, compliantly, the way a child dutifully follows the first butterfly they ever see — it’s a little too pretty to resist. 

you want to slip deeper into his world, you realize. you don’t want this moment to end so soon.

”you guys really get along, huh?” you change the subject, speaking slowly, savouring every syllable. there isn’t any rush to get the words out all at once, when you’re with him. 

geto blinks, tilting his head. 

”hm?”

“you and gojo, i mean.”

a glimmer passes through his eyes, as your query sinks in. ”ah. yeah.” his gaze strays upwards, and a contemplative look settles into his face. he knows what you’re after, what you’re really asking; why are the two of you so close? why do you put up with his antics? 

what do you see in him? 

he thinks it’s a fair question. it’s not like he hasn’t asked himself the very same thing, before — satoru can be annoying. ignorant, too, and terribly rude. a little prick. when he stole his curry bun yesterday, geto wanted to kill him. spoiled little brat.

(then again, he’s…)

”he’s… well.” geto exhales, a little breathless. tasting the words on his tongue. ”you know how he is — but he’s not a bad guy.” 

and it’s true. he really isn’t. satoru is a lot of things; rude and spoiled, cocky and bratty, an expert at ticking everyone off. but there’s a kind of charm, there. an innocence that geto admires. 

satoru is childish — because he is a child. a child who knows a lot of things that children shouldn’t know. a child who doesn’t know the most basic of things. satoru doesn’t know how to make friends. he doesn’t know how to ask for help, doesn’t know how to give it. he doesn’t know what cotton candy tastes like, because he’s never tried it before. 

his childhood couldn't have been very warm. it definitely wasn’t normal. 

is that why he puts up with him, then? out of pity? of course not. the bare thought of it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. he’d never look down on satoru, like that — and he knows he’d hate him for it. if anything, geto thinks that maybe the two of them are close because he doesn’t give him any special treatment. even if satoru wasn’t treated with warmth or love, he was certainly coddled. spoiled. it’s evident, in the way that he acts.

but satoru isn’t a god, and he shouldn’t act like one. 

one punch, right across the face; knocking the white-haired boy off his feet. that’s where their friendship began. there were stars in satoru’s eyes, geto thinks, when he looked up at him from the ground. sunglasses fallen off from the impact, blue eyes entirely on display, catching the light of the sun — gleaming with a certain bewilderment. almost amazement. like he didn’t know he could be hit, didn’t know it was possible. the sun shone down on him, illuminating the vague bruising on his cheek, and geto wondered if that was the first punch the boy had ever taken.

it certainly wasn’t a first for him, when satoru lunged at him next —

it was a little juvenile. more than a little deranged. geto isn’t one to throw fists, in the first place — he’s out of practice. the punch he fed satoru might’ve been a little too forceful. he couldn’t help but feel bad, every so slightly, for putting a bruise on that irritatingly pretty face of his. 

but it still ended with satoru’s arm around his shoulder, a buzzing voice by his ear, proclaiming them as friends. cheery and bright.

geto couldn’t help but echo the statement.

(satoru is a lot of things. 

most of all, he’s really hard to hate.)

geto’s answer brings a smile to your face. ”yeah,” you hum, soft voice breaking him out of his reverie. ”he isn’t.”

he looks at you. silently, a question of his own brewing in his irises — and with you so close, close enough to touch, smiling at him like he’s an old friend… geto can’t help but indulge in his own curiosity. 

he tries to appear nonchalant, stealing a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. ”seems like the two of you are getting along better, too.” 

”me and gojo?” you blink, surprised. a little flustered. huffing out an amused breath, trying to brush off the bare thought. ”no way.”

geto laughs — it’s a deep sound, a full one. somehow very earnest. you wonder if that’s how his laugh always sounds, whenever gojo’s involved. ”oh, come on. you don’t hate him that much.” a teasing glint blooms in his eyes, as he scrutinizes you. ”or am i wrong?”

you pause. faltering, a little, gaze falling down to the pavement — then to the sky — then to him. and then back to the pavement. 

”… i mean…” you attempt to squeeze the words out from within your chest, but you can’t help but feel hesitant. as if gojo could jump out of the bushes at any moment, ready to tease you if you say anything that paints him in an even moderately decent light. ”i don’t… hate him. but he’s still annoying.” a pout slips onto your lips. “he has it out for me, you know.”

geto laughs, again. you note that you’re fond of the sound. ”isn’t that because he likes you, though? he just doesn’t know how to show it. it’s like pulling pigtails.”

”don’t even joke about that,” you scoff, shooting him a scowl. “and that wouldn’t make it any better, even if it was true.”

a fond smile. ”yeah, you’re right.” he opts to dial down on the teasing, shifting into a more sincere tone. ”you do seem more friendly now, though. before it felt like you really hated his guts.”

a hum buzzes in your throat. brows furrowing, as you mull on what to answer with. unsure how you really feel. it’s not like you’re suddenly super close, or anything — but you have gotten friendlier. just by a smidge, but still. you’ve gotten better at putting up with him and his antics, at finding comfort in how open he can be.

after a tiny pause, you speak up. 

”… i still don’t really understand him.” you gnaw at the skin of your bottom lip, trapping it between your teeth. “but i think i might be starting to.” 

you’re a little embarrassed over the words that fall from your lips, barely above a whisper. 

”… he’s not the worst.”

geto smiles, but you don’t see it — gaze still lingering on the droplets that bounce off the pavement. ”i’m glad,” he hums, earnest. ”that guy needs more friends.”

something about his tone of voice urges you to look at him. that smile of his is bright, gleaming in the rain, in the midst of the flowers all around you. a little teasing, a little boyish, but somehow very sincere. you didn’t think you’d get to see it up close.

and you can’t help but chuckle. the raven-haired boy glances over at you, confusion in his eyes.

noticing it, you breathe out a quiet chuckle. ”sorry, it’s just —” a teasing grin smooths over your lips. ”you guys bicker a lot, and you act like he annoys you… but you really care for him, don’t you?”

this time, geto almost stops in his tracks. his eyes widen, slightly, and you’re not sure why he seems surprised — when he always sounds so fond saying satoru’s name, talking about him like they understand each other fully. maybe he didn’t notice it until now. 

a moment passes, before he collects himself, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. awfully good at keeping his composure. 

(though he fails to fully conceal the flustered look on his face.)

”i wouldn’t go that far,” he mumbles, but it only makes you chuckle again. his lips curl up slightly, at the sound; despite his embarrassment. ”someone’s gotta look out for that idiot.”

”right. of course.”

geto gives you a displeased little look. you bite back a laugh. feeling at ease, by his side — you get the sense that you can trust him, that you could tell him absolutely anything, and he still wouldn't use it against you. it’s a relief.

standing there, under geto’s umbrella, in the shadow of summer, rain obscuring the world — you reach a definitive conclusion.

you want to get to know him. want to see inside his heart, hear more of his thoughts. if you could only step over that gap between you, wriggle your way into his world — 

you think you’d be happy.

so, as you walk side by side, narrowly avoiding puddles and breathing in the humid summer air, you try to coax them out of him. little thoughts, bits and pieces of the suguru geto you yearn to meet.

(unbeknownst to you, he’s doing the same.)

you continue to talk. about miniscule things, meaningless things, a comfortable sensation of trust simmering in the air between you. and before you know it, you’ve stepped onto the school grounds, stopping right in front of the dormitory.

”here we are,” geto hums, folding the umbrella and tucking it between his arm and torso. you turn to look him in the eye, taking an absent step away.

”thanks, geto,” you can’t help but smile. ”for letting me walk with you.”

”don’t mention it.” he brushes you off with ease, quick to drag the door open; waiting for you to step inside before following suit. always so accommodating. 

for a second, he hesitates. a glimmer of uncertainty, in his eyes, that you miss — stretching out your tired limbs with a shallow groan, enjoying the warm and dry air on your skin. 

finally, geto takes the leap.

when he parts his lips, his voice comes out soothing. natural and breathy, floral patterns blooming on his tongue; as silky as jasmine petals. ”you can call me suguru, you know.” he lets the silence linger, for a moment. ”if you want to.”

you turn to look at him, eyes widening, at the sudden offer, and he can’t get a good read on the emotion reflected in them. you seem caught off guard, but he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing.

after a moment or two, you fumble for a response. 

”oh. um — okay? i will, then.” you shake your head, as if brushing off the hesitance you feel, mustering the courage to imitate his offer. ”in that case, you can call me by my first name, too.” 

a brief pause. 

”… if you want to.”

geto smiles. it’s laced with relief, hard to notice, impossible to miss. instead of answering with an affirmation, he takes a more teasing approach — unable to resist the temptation.

so he says your name. your first name, dragging the syllables out on his tongue, as if tasting it. trying to get used to the way the letters bend as they come out of his mouth. despite the teasing lilt it carries, the sound is oddly earnest; he pronounces it clearly, like he’s trying to call you to his side. you almost feel compelled to take a step towards him. 

geto looks you in the eye, as he calls you by your given name, for the very first time — and you can’t help but grow flustered.

”… suguru,” you echo, for whatever reason. you think your brain may be slightly fried. but it feels right, to say it. suguru. 

(what a pretty name.)

suguru smiles at you. you think it’s just a little wider than usual, a little more sincere. almost giddy, if you squint. in the open air, the intimate atmosphere simmers.

finally, you clear your throat, glancing in the direction of your dorm room. a silent que for him to follow.

and he does. leaving the umbrella by the hall, before walking you to your door. his steady, soothing presence sticking to your skin. you’re just about to place your fingers on the doorknob, when a pang of realization hits you — stopping you in your tracks.

”oh — right!”

swiftly, you turn on your heel, facing suguru again. he gazes down at you, bemusement in his eyes. watching as you rummage through the plastic bag hanging off your arm. finally, you find what you were looking for; holding it out towards him. 

”here,” you give him a warm smile. ”as thanks.”

suguru accepts it, compliantly, allowing you to slip a pack of gum into his palm. he recognizes the brand, one he favours over others. it helps him, on days he can’t find his appetite. 

did you see him chewing it at some point, he wonders? when, though? 

maybe you’re always paying attention to the people around you. the way they like their coffee, their favoured flavour of gum. it may be a small kindness, an absentminded one, but suguru thinks that makes it all the more meaningful. a kindness that seeps out of you, that draws him in. 

he wants to know more, about you. he really does.

but for now, this is enough. a walk back to your dorm, your shared home, talking and growing closer than before. 

it’s a small step, but in the right direction. 

the pack of gum stirs a mellow, tender feeling in his chest. all he can do is give you a smile, and a thank you that you’re quick to brush off. then you say your goodbyes, and you close the door behind you — flopping down on your bed with a muffled squeal. a giddy kind of excitement swimming in your veins. because finally, finally, you feel like the gap between you has been dented.

you know what his real laugh sounds like. that the tips of his ears turn pink when he’s embarrassed. you know that he used to wear glasses, that you’re a little more similar than either of you could have assumed.

you know that you’re fond of him. fond of a boy with black hair, who smells of summer and rain and chewing gum. fond of a boy you’ve only scratched the surface of.

on the other side of the door, suguru walks back to his room. with a pep in his step, one that satoru notices — because of course he does — appearing from around the corner with a shit-eating grin.

“oh? what were you doing over there, suguru?”

suguru ignores him. popping a piece of the gum you gave him into his mouth, a flavour of apricot melting on his tongue — he sinks his teeth into it, slowly, feeling his lips curl up into a smile.

it tastes of summer and youth. a memory that both of you will savour, for many years to come.

[sacrifesse]

🔎 ⋆˙⟡♡ RANPO EDOGAWA iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY @scythidol ｡

— SYSTEM NAMES : the detectives , the ultra deducers , the case crackers , the mysterious , the intellectuals , the great detectives , the sweet tooth system/collective/etc

— NAMES : raine , rin , detectivette , detectivesse , hazel , sienna , mysterie , intellectte , rory , rachel , memorie , memorette , memoresse , deductionne , smartette , smartesse , sharpe , sharpette , sharpesse

— PRONOUNS : detective/detectives/detectiveself , mystery/mysterys/mysteryself , intellect/intellects/intellectself , memory/memorys/memoryself , hazel/hazels/hazelself , chestnut/chestnuts/chestnutself , almond/almonds/almondself , case/cases/caseself , smart/smarts/smartself , food/foods/foodself , snack/snacks/snackself , sweet/sweets/sweetself , candy/candys/candyself , marble/marbles/marbleself

— USERNAMES : candiedmemories , snackingintellect , ultradeductionne , sharpwits , sugaredmysteries

— TiTLES : the detective , the ultra deducer , the cracker of cases , the intellectual , the greatest detective in the world , the agency’s sharpest , (pronoun) who solves cases with (pronoun) eyes closed , the one without an ability , the ability-less one , (pronoun) who wishes to get the marble out of the ramune bottle , (pronoun) who has a sweet tooth , the seeker of challenges , (pronoun) who will always solve the mystery

— GENDERS : ranpocharic , ranpobodiment , detectivegender , detectivebodiment , detectivesweetic , detectigender , detectivic , detectimysteric

pt: ranpo edogawa id pack

requested by scythidol /end pt.

[ewitsrin]

kitty ocs rapid fire go!!! i started giving up on drawing them towards the end hence the lack of shading but wahoo!! ill be throwing out a few lil facts about them as i go

Milo! Finnian's boss (you probably don't remember Finnian if you aren't Nat because I neglect this account severely and haven't mentioned him in months) and the head researcher at selveserve labs! Tired of Finnian's shit.

Raine!! My literal first non-sona oc. Originally a warrior cat, now one of Finnian's co-workers. Probably the only one at Selfserve who enjoys their job.

Rosie! Milo's older sister. Very sweet, she works at a department store.

K1T-T33! A killer robot who was built at Selfserve. Its an absolute monstrosity with complete and utter precise control of mews tail movement. Their tail weighs several tons, and they can crack someone's head open with it without breaking the floor beneath them. .

Ramune! He's 12. that's it, that's the cat.

Kiri and Kiki! Kiri is Kiki's older brother, and absolutely despises the cutesy wutsey stereotypes surrounding his species. (uwu catboy stuff) Kiki on the other hand, embraces the stereotypes and loves it when people think she's cute.

[imaginatorcreates]

BeepBox: Part 7!

I'm calling this series of tunes "Elementals". They're made with a certain theme in mind, so I hope they're conveyed like that! They're also experimental (some more than others), so keep in mind for wonky volume mixing and possible dissonant sounds.

This is my 17th creation. A certain part (pizzicato strings) I was fiddling around with, and it sounded very good! It was raining outside and the rest of the tune came in along with it! It starts off light, then the rain comes in heavier until it's a downpour, only for it let up.

This is my 18th creation. This is the slowest tune here, as watching plants grow and the plates shift is a slow thing for us humans! The piano is very enjoyable here. It rises upwards out of the ground towards the sun to bloom.

This is my 19th creation. The pace here picks up! I wanted this to sound "round", like you're in the middle of a windy day. The drums are there to ground you, because we don't want you to be blown away! The melody is played by a shakuhachi, it sounds very nice.

This is my 20th creation. This is even faster, meant to be the fastest! It's also the shortest, and most experimental (I wanted scratchy electric guitars in here, but at risk of hurting one's ears). It starts off quiet and quickly builds up in volume and energy, but it also quickly tapers off, like fire does when there's no more fuel or oxygen.

This is my 21st creation. This is my fastest, because I've never made a song at 160 bpm before (I think). There are a lot of metal-sounding instruments here, and I thought "Why not include a banjo to represent the non-metals?" There's a banjo at the end now! Someone also said that a part sounds similar to a part in "Ramune" by Snail's House! I haven't listened to that song in a while (a reminder)!

[segasys]

slug stack

[lemonsoda03]

サイダーガール (Cider Girl)

Music & Lyrics：村人P（ラムネ）MurabitoP (Ramune/Tomo of Cider Girl)

Translation: @lemonsoda03 & @clovert03

炭酸弾けた In the middle of the vast world 広い世界の真ん中で Bursting like soda 交差点人ごみ The crowded intersection 何故か大袈裟に見えた Seemed over-the-top for some reason

炭酸弾けた On the rooftop of a tall building 高いビルの屋上で Bursting like soda 空き缶くずかご I threw an empty can 放り投げて外れた But missed the trash can

風が強いせいで Because of the strong wind

一人じゃ生きていけないので I cannot live on my own とりあえずで見つけた夢の欠片 So for now, I’ve got a piece of dream それすら一人じゃ探せないので That I can’t even search alone 何かに迷う時は So, if ever I’m in doubt about something 教えてよ サイダーガール! Please let me know, Cider Girl!

炭酸弾けた In the middle of a long night 長い夜の真ん中で Bursting like soda 繁華街路地裏 The backstreet of the shopping district やけに虚しく感じた Seemed so empty

炭酸弾けた At the tail end of a long train 長い電車の最後尾 Bursting like soda 電線地平線 I started blankly ぼんやり先を眺めた Beyond the horizon of power lines

雨が強いせいで Because of the strong rain

一人じゃ生きていけないので I cannot live on my own とりあえずで始めた旅の途中 So for now, I’m currently on a journey それじゃあほんのちょっとだけ休もうか If I ever decide to take a short break 「此処まで来たんだ」ってさ Please remind me, Cider Girl 教えてよ サイダーガール! “You’ve come this far”

ねえ 多分君なら Hey, I know you understand exactly 痛いくらい分かっている what I’m going through いつでも傍に居てくれたから ‘Cause you've always been by my side

一人じゃ生きていけないので I cannot live on my own とりあえずで見つけた夢の欠片 So for now, I’ve got a piece of dream 明日誰かの期待の上で Tomorrow, if ever I tremble and shake ぐらぐら揺れる時は Over someone else’s expectations 支えてよ、 サイダーガール! Please stand by me, Cider Girl!

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TN: Please do not repost without permission. Thank you! :)

[likesaly]

"Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat" "With heaven above you, there's hell over me""You said what about us, well what about me?" "Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain" "This is a wasteland, my only retreat Paralyze me! Don't let me jump, don't let me fall"

/Lyr

(Song is Hell Above by PTV)

Bonus:

Based of one of my txt posts

Here's a taste of source (kinda) expect Shinobu didn't give me any ramune, though I did get tea /lh

[twerkingoftheshrew]

My friend Valkyrie and I made lists of things that are "mecore" for fun. Here's mine.

TW: mention of self harm, NSFW as hell

Soxcore:

Silly knee socks, cannabis, gin and limeade, mismatched footie socks, foxes, fuzzy blankets, cute plushies, creepy plushies, stained glass, colored glass, granny aesthetic Halloween decor, big cocks, 2D muscle men, 2D hot twinks, 2D dommy mommies, cryptids (esp. Mothman), ghost sex, monsterfuckery, jean overall shorts with rainbow straps, band/punny/nerdy tshirts, silky fabrics, stupid adorable cats, mint and dark chocolate KitKats, sprite, original ramune, instant ramen, sailor moon, David Bowie, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, eeveelutions, pins and buttons, pet play, shibari, restraints, holding hands during sex, kitchen witchcraft, wholesome witchcraft, baking sweets for people you care about, one man show in the kitchen, rain in every form, distant thunder, reading smut, toe beans, male ahegao, soft yanderes (all yanderes), impressionist art, making a playlist for every occasion and mood, 2D simping, Ren faire, overcast days, having a moody day, spending the day in bed, cute shoes/boots/heels, rubber toe sneakers (high and low top), cardigan sweaters, nightmare before Christmas, dad hats, witch hats, flower crowns, silver or gunmetal jewelry, vampire movies, goth femmes from 90s cartoons, hugs, gentle casual touches, surprise kisses, tickles and cute pokes, tappy fingies, blushing, being flustered, being oblivious to flirting, being clumsy, being derpy, string led lights, cool spectrum colors (miss me with those warm tones), the sound of water (especially underwater sounds), the moon and stars, walking at night, soft nighttime breezes, running through the woods, shoulder freckles, weirdly good with animals, being shy but polite, being an open book in a comfortable conversation, constant body language, can always read their emotions plain on their face, hand gestures while talking/talking with hands, wild arm flailing (muppet flailing), muppets, tabletop gaming, spring, daffodils, hyacinths, lavender fields, heather meadows, orchids, weeping willows, big old trees, passionate infodumping, platonic cuddling and spooning, granny floral prints, paisley, tarot cards, reading tea leaves, reading runes, amethyst, goldstone, lapis lazuli, smoky quartz, geodes, found animal bones, fangs and claws, pointed ears, oddly shaped pupils, burying your face in things (pillow, crook of lover's neck, cat belly, etc.), early emo shit, random hodgepodge of different 90s aesthetic and nostalgia, those fuckin cups from the 90s with that purple and blue pattern, wildberry poptart colors, wildberry poptarts, smutty dating Sims, hot fictional men who will kill my character, dead doves, the most toe curling fucked up fanfics imaginable, romcom BL, crying a lot, crying from any intense emotional response even if it's positive, crying because of a piece of media, crying for release, crying in the shower, curling up on the floor and clutching yourself tightly while you sob, singing in the shower, singing around the house, singing to my fur children, a live narration of my actions done in song, changing song lyrics to be about silly things, doing character voices in everyday conversation, speaking in meme references, referencing old vines and then having to explain them because someone hasn't seen that one,

gin gins (ginger hard candy), being touch starved, touch as primary love language, sleeping while hugging a pillow, side sleeping, sleeping in, suddenly realizing you've been awake far too long, coming out of a hyperfixation like time travel and figuring out what year you're in now, surprise naps, nap roulette, garlic rye chips, cheese, cheesecake, baby, so so baby, masking mental health in public and to unfamiliar people, thinking no one would ever put up with you, cutting, cutting scars, tattoos that cover scars, piercings and body mods, Oreos, walking down train tracks with a friend, cosplay and LARPing, musical theatre, standing in the rain just to feel it on your skin, stretching like a cat, nose and feet are always cold for some reason, mushroom swiss burgers, psychedelics, MLP:FiM, beanies all winter, choker necklaces, space as an aesthetic, glass pipes and bongs, glassblowing, small venue punk and rock shows, the concert poster plastered bathrooms of a small punk venue, please pet me uwu, neon hair dye, anatomically inaccurate plastic Halloween skeleton animals, clingy but pushes it down, needy but won't ask for things, multiple texts in a row, reading constantly, crowd anxiety, corvids, cephalopods, freshwater shrimp, dying after a fat bong rip/fat dab, simping, passive darling, needing a caretaker relationship, Alolan Vulpix and Ninetails, Greek food, dumbass fudanshi, animal crossing, pop punk, early techno, sad indie, 80s-90s goth kid music, red bean ice cream, ramune flavored candy, Marius from Lez Miz, hobbits, DC, drawn/animated furries, hugging people in fur suits at cons, nigiri sushi, onigiri, the works of Neil Gaiman, femme authored classic literature, classic and modern poetry, occult nonsense, romantic literature, the works of D.H. Lawrence, fantasy fiction, bi panic, "you're so funny" thanks it's a coping mechanism, cast iron wood stoves, generational cast iron pans, family recipes, emerald and silver, dainty works of metal art like broochs, pins and hair pins, band and random sew on patches, night mist, kintsugi (using liquid gold to fix broken things), memories that are so obscure and buried in references and inside jokes it's almost a two person play to explain them,

looking like a Victorian ghost, looking like the host of a punk rock children's show, seaside cliffs, sea storms, Vicky's story in The Gargoyle, The Gargoyle, househusband vibes, chill edits of toonami anime, stupid puns and wordplay, over the shoulder glances, over the edge of sunglasses glances, not getting rid of plushies because you don't want them to be sad and miss you and you're worried about whether or not they'll have a happy life elsewhere, having spoiled fur children because you're a pushover, kissing while crying from happiness, walking arm in arm, face touches, hand on face, hand over hand on face, soft neck and shoulder bites, bite marks, hugging from behind and kissing the top of someone's head, headpats, rubbing your nose on soft things, judging a mug solely by how it feels in your hands, loose leaf tea, having a tea shelf/cabinet, a nice, comfortable pair of boots, lemon, vanilla, clove, sandalwood, sage, lavender, bed head, wants to make you breakfast, embroidering memes and shit posts, wooden rocking chairs, owns way too many accessories, various collections of seemingly mundane items that have more meaning than they should, casually sex/sexual health positive but shy about personal tastes, awkward creetchur vibes, gives genuine compliments to strangers often, always gassin up the homies, forced optimism, character/pop culture mini backpacks, sunglasses with colorful lenses, I like you so I did a deep dive of your Spotify, can and will remodel the house for you, "I can fix that", "please let me put together the furniture it's like a big puzzle!", painting/customizing bits of furniture or clothing because I got bored, making friends in the smoking area, smoke breaks because I'm anxious/overstimulated, telling the band "great show" at the merch table, things that glow in the dark, fireflies,  forest rivers and streams, moss covered stones, trees or tree roots that have a surprisingly comfy place to sit, reading a book outside, the smell of books, libraries, old libraries, book spines under fingertips, page edges and corners against fingertips, holding a book to your chest to feel the story close to your soul, overcast days that press down on your soul a bit and make everything feel slightly heavy and bittersweet, crock pot meals on cold days, clutching the edges of sweater or hoodie sleeves, frost covered grass, misty dawns, museum dates, chai lattes, nose boops, edible mushrooms, flowering trees, needing white noise/music to sleep, borrows your hoodie because it smells like you, walking through a cemetery together reading the stones and imagining the lives of the people buried there, "ooo they have a charcuterie board!", Ghibli food and domestic fluff vibes, will absolutely cook with you or for you, spooky cute, gently bonks my head against you like a cat, slow blinks/bleps of affection, book dragons, I really like this new song so I'm going to listen to it on repeat for hours on end, corner store snack runs, PS2 startup noise

[angiethewitch]

hi the post of you discovering sounds with your new aids made me so happy i cried. i really love seeing people just getting to be happy and enjoy things. i think my current favorite noises as of writing this is the rain (consequently also making my shower and my sink some of my favorite noises), my cats meowing and the crack noises that ice makes when you put it in something hot or lukewarm! i also love the noise of ramune bottles when u push the marble in.. such a simple pop means so much to me <3 i hope you're doing well!!

this is so sweet thank you!

[thezodiacsystem]

Hello! We’re The Zodiac System! Our main system’s blog is @thecloudycollective ! Our 2 other system blogs are @pixel-and-moonglade-system

Sysmates/Headmates are!

Ajax/Jax - Any w/ pref 🎪/It - Absorber

Blade - Cake/🍬/It/Txt. - Beastmaster

Cece - Any/All w/a preference for they! - Host

Celestia - She/It/Gamble/Dice - Walk-In

Clover - He + Any luck related - Fandom-keeper

Dez - Galaxy/They/🌈/☂️/Cog - Quoitin

Elise - They/Them - Interpreter&Socializer

Fox - All neos + He - Memory-Holder

Gemini - Rawr/They/He/<3/Glow/X - Caretaker

Glamrock Chica - She/🍕/It - Shepherd

Ham - He/Him - Syspet

Ione/Bellatrix/Eclipse - She/It/Stellar/Moon/💫/🌌/Vir - Comforter

Jackson - They/Moon/?/Guitar - Soother

Lily - She/Her - Little

Lolly/Ramune - She/Her - None

Mangel - They/It/Pup/Bone/Joy/Mourn/Anima/Cog/Anima?/She/He/Fox?/🎾/🦴/❤️/🐶/🐾/☠️/🩸/🦊 - Caretaker&Comforter

Moon - He/⭐️/They - Drowser

Nina - Rose/She/It/Flower + Any flower related - Gatekeeper

Poppy - She/They/⚙️/Robot/🖤/Music/Neon - Känsla

Raine - He/She/It - Protector

Rose - 🫖/☕️/Cafe/They/Shey - Cassmate

Sun/Sundrop - He/It/⭐️/🌅/Joy/Happy/🎨 - Caregiver/Caretaker

Tia/Tīna - She/🫖/It/🥛 - None

[oleander-pen-bu]

I tried to translate “Tiger Lily” by 奈ノ:

English Lyrics / Translation:

If even a single raindrop was to fall

It would bring back the memories

On the day of that festival

The you who disappeared

Vague words

Melting fireworks had burst

Even now I see them in my dreams

The light fades

Upon your yukata

The outlines of the crowd disappears

Night shone upon

The base of the stairs

If even a single raindrop was to fall

Might I stay by your side for a bit?

A quiet corner of the night

I went to meet your indigo-dyed sleeves

War, The Festival Band, Humid Summer Wind

Swaying hair in the distant summer

At the edge of uncertain eyes

I wrote about you as I saw you through the Ramune bottle

This summer is always repeating

This summer is my whole lifetime

Singing with a tone like the village storyteller

If you watch the fireworks, it would be like a century slipped before your eyes

Ice cream fell upon your tip-toes

I noticed something and suddenly stumbled upon a secret

It's not a dream

The beat of your heart

Falls in time

With the rhythm of the music

This summer

Let's not wait anymore

It's horribly nostalgic

The afterimage

The Demon and The Lily

Dyed in the color of night

Sugar and Gunpowder

The sweet scent of night

The slight trace

Of a flower's scent upon your sleeve

If you gazed upon this memory

Not one part of you would be there

You find

A lively crowd

And among them

You would find our old selves

Begging for rain

Let it all wither away

The scent of incense

Cuts my lungs

[cathartidaestimblog]

update 12/1/23!!: going through and reblogging lots of posts ive had saved for a while. most things will not be tagged. be careful !

info: - i try my best to trigger tag things that may affect people (tagged as simply [tag name], like #flashing) - i may spam reblog - let me know if i reblog the same thing multiple times, i dont like to have duplicates but i am forgetful :>

tagging system under the readmore (for myself mostly, but there is a list of potentially triggering tags that you can avoid if necessary ^^) (not fully accurate, i am constantly working on it :>)

my posts: cat speaks, cat stims, faves from saves ocs: ryuuto, nightstrike (a festival i invented for my oc world), toki, talos convian, kit, jason, ink aesthetics: angels, robotcore, fantasy, dark academia, lovecore, halloween, webcore, kittycore, petcore non-oc characters: hu tao, noelle (both genshin), binah (project moon)

type of post: stimboard, gifset, gif, video, audio, textpost, moodboard, long gifset, imageset, image (i also tag the number of gifs in a post, so #2 or #9 just refers to that ^^)

potential warning tags: flashing, eyestrain, glitch, fast, spinning, bright medical, medcore, gore, blood, needles (includes both sewing and medical), pills sharps, knives, weapons, swords bugs, insects, scorpions, spiders, snakes, moths, bees hands, people, eyes, hair horror, body horror, dolls, abandoned (i think thats the tag?) food, drinks, desserts, sweets, meat, chocolate, fake food crosses (like religious symbol crosses), alcohol, skulls, messy, smoking destruction, makeup destruction, cutting, carving, fire colors: rainbow, black, gray, silver, white, red, orange, gold, yellow, green, mint, teal, blue, lavender, purple, cream, tan, brown, pink

textures (?): bright, clear, dark, fur, glass, glow, holo, leather, lights, metal, metallic, paper, plastic, soft, warm, wood, squishy

studio ghibli: ghibli, ponyo, howls moving castle, totoro, soot sprites, calcifer, kikis delivery service, castle in the sky

video games: video games, minecraft, genshin, honkai star rail, pokemon, kirby

vocaloid (and similar): vocaloid, miku, luka, kaito, rin, len, meiko, teto, vflower, synth v, eleanor forte, ferry, eve, ghost and pals, team 6x111

sanrio: sanrio, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, hello kitty, my melody, kuromi

genshin: genshin, layla, diona, diluc, chongyun, xingqiu, tighnari, hu tao

pokemon: pokemon, vaporeon, sylveon, snom, lurantis, mimikyu, rowlet, polteageist, jolteon, pikachu, gengar, raichu, oshawott, tandemaus, sobble, silvally, furret, clodsire, galarian ponyta

unsorted fandoms: loz, mario, rosalina, cheshire cat, animal crossing, honkai star rail, silver wolf, stardew valley

nature: trees, outdoors, rain, storm, sky, clouds, water, ocean, snow, flowers, grass, ice, moss, leaves, sunset, night, frost, rocks, plants, winter

animals: cats, calico, tigers dogs, german shepherds, shiba inu, pitbulls, foxes birds, corvids, crows, ravens, blue jays, owls, barn owls, woodpeckers, geese, canada geese, macaws, ducks, muscovy ducks, penguins, puffins, mallard ducks, seagulls, doves, magpies moths, atlas moths, cecropia moths, death's head hawkmoths, luna moths, rosy maple moths bears, pandas, polar bears fish, koi, goldfish goats, deer, cows, bunnies, mice, opossums, hyenas, snakes

people (?): people, hands, tattoos, hair, eyes, makeup fursuits, handpaws, scalemail fashion, clothing, shoes, jewelry, gloves, rings, corsets, dresses, ties, earrings, flannel, skirts

food: food, cakes, cookies, pancakes, waffles, chocolate, berries, strawberries, peaches, whipped cream, desserts, sweets, fake food, marshmallows, fruits, candy, bread, peanut butter, cupcakes, oreos, cotton candy, meat

drinks: drinks, milk, coffee, boba, taro, tea, hot chocolate, milkshakes, soda, ramune

art: drawing, inking, paint, painting, paint mixing, sewing, brushing, brushes, sculptures, architecture, pens, pencils, writing, paper

slime: slime poking, slime stretching, slime squishing, slime pouring clear slime, cloud slime, floam slime, water slime, clay slime (also used for clay cracking)

technology: keyboards, typing, pc, controllers, tech, mech, machinery, machinery, gears, typewriters

fidgets and stimming: fidget toys, fidget spinners, fidget cubes, fidget tangles, body stims

other: city, streetlamps, anime, indoors, character i dont know, xenogenders, figurines, bandaids, powder, carousel, buttons (includes both sewing buttons and mechanical pressing buttons), hearts, golden hour, sparks, books, coins, swords, crystals, tarot, dice, mothman, bath bombs, chains, lava lamps, plague doctors, digital, melting, forging