#sending much love n health ur way <333

[inkykeiji]

My gosh, that was amazing. I knew from the beginning that dabi would find out that they were secretly seeing each other 😿😿I was hoping it would take a little longer.

And it's so hard to trust Dabi, being so evil and manipulative. But daddy always wins my heart 😩🧎🏻‍♀️

awwww hehehehe sorry!!! i thought about adding more scenes between keigo & reader but it felt overstuffed and like it would make the story flounder, because there really wasn’t a purpose for them, you know? any extra scenes wouldn’t have moved the plot forward!

YES and i’m so glad you picked up on that!!!!! tag!dabi is extremely manipulative and throughout the entire story it’s very difficult to tell whether or not he sincerely, actually cares for keigo (this is on purpose; it is meant to be your (the real reader’s) call on whether or not you personally think of + interpret him as genuine). technically he’s telling reader the truth during their fight, but he’s also technically lying via omission. very sneaky, very sly, very cunning!!! anyway my friend, thank you so much for your feedback & sharing your thoughts with me, i really appreciate it!! (´∀｀)♡

[asahicore]

*pterodactyl noises*

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE CHERRY PITS THE PLOT & HOW YOU WROTE IT 10/10 I WOULD DIE FOR THAT FIC LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOU REPOSTED IT

i love how sunghoon made it clear to chaeryeong that y/n isn’t her new mom just bcs they’re dating & the way he cared for BOTH y/n & chaeryeong… 💥💥💥 GOD I LOVE DILFS. 😫 i quite literally was giggling kicking the air while i read “my girls” LIKE??? WHAT ABT MY MENTAL HEALTH?

the build up of the story the tension EVERYTHING. I LOVE IT ‼️🔥💯🙏

ps. no rush whatsoever!! but i am looking forward to asahi’s sex on the beach 🥸 ANYWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY PRETTY I HOPE EVERYTHING GOES YOUR WAY TY FOR CHERRY PITS YOUR BRAIN IS SEXYY 🫶

WOOOOHOOOOOO IM SO HAPPY U LIKED IT ANON !!!!!!! "god i love dilfs" so real 😭 AND IKKKK i was giggling writing the my girls part too... tysm for reading and sending an askkkkk <33333

and omg sex on the beach is sitting in my drafts as we speak i'll post it sometime soon, i might not have lots of time to write again this upcoming week so if i dont have anything new to post i'll republish it !!!! im super happy ur looking forward to it !!!! HAVE AN AMAZING DAY TOO <333

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ahh hellooo ari !! i just came to say i absolutely love love LOVEE your writing so much ! you are like an angel i swear >< i have totally not been rereading your fics every single day.. 😭 but gosh i can’t even put into words how much i love your work, you are insanely talented (and that’s only a little of what i can put into words). because omg.

you don’t understand.. your writing is heaven-sent, and you inspire me so much🥹 i’m currently dealing with high school stress (also exam season coming up which absolutely sucks!) but i love comkng home from school, or just staying up until ungodly hours reading your fics. lots of love and hugsss <3333 mwah

anon……………….

did reading this make me cry? no. (maybe (yes)) you are SOOOOO so so sweet i cant take it…. im lying on the floor in a puddle of my own tears……..

i cant tell u how much this means!!!! how much it warms my heart!!!!! this is so so thoughtful n i just…. thank you so much <3 knowing that u reread any of my fics at all makes me feel so overjoyed pshfkdjd 😭😭😭 and being able to inspire u!! is such a lovely thing!!! im so so glad 🥺🥺

and anon!!! uve probably heard this lots of times but it rlly is true; ur worth is never in any way connected to or decided by ur academic value or exam results!! just try ur best to get thru it w ur mental health intact, n then reward urself properly w lots of good food n rest <333 dont let high school bring u down!! im cheering u on always always always.

but seriously, tysm!! i feel so so lucky to have anons like u 🥺🥺 its sm inspiration and motivation for me too!! im sending u lots n lots of love right back <3333 picking u up and spinning u around!!

[frogtanii]

It’s wind anon! (Imagine me as the screeching seagull meme) just pushing through the week. Getting the test out of my mind—it just sucks because there’s always this one test that I completely mess up on—and as someone who has to deal with all honors classes and my grades tend to be good, every time I fail to meet up to expectations my stress skyrockets. (Imagine a world where grades don’t matter and school is learning based rather than mark based...) Family pressures too—okay, wind anon is done ranting.

The update! The drama—I was there the moment it updated and I saw the comments rush in and I was laughing real hard.

But my reaction to the update!

Osamu POV :0!!! The insecurity... “all it did was remind him that he was alone”— I empathize because gosh, that is so real.

The attachment to Meiko though... his emotional state is on a very unstable tightrope. “Osamu had Meiko and he used to have Daichi and Iwaizumi...” that entire section has all my red flags raised. He’s going to completely break when everything comes out.

The loud clang startled me though. I was like “!!!” But it was our YN! Our kind, wonderful YN!! Trying to get snacks wwwwww.

Osamu thinking YN is cute :0 I be having a lot of thoughts about that but him squishing it down is fair. He considers himself to be in a committed relationship (though Meiko does not reciprocate and I am ready to fight regarding that) but I can respect his devotion (even if it is very misguided).

But. “After all, you were the reason Atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore.” My gosh. What do I even say about this? Because the blame is entirely thrown off. I mean, you mentioned before Atsumu had a specific reason for believing in you over Meiko so I’m still waiting for that but Osamu is thinking something wrong but it’s a human action. It’s so easy to blame people to make yourself feel better. And your brain can do it without you realizing the depths of what has been thought.

Osamu being angry (!!!) and being a complete utter douche. YN literally just wanted a bag of chips and you’re here, crowding them in the pantry and being hostile. I don’t have much to say about it because he realized his mistake but by then he already stressed YN really badly and I am...(long sigh).

Atsumu to the rescue. We appreciate Atsumu very very much in this house. It really sucks that Osamu and Atsumu are confronting like this—I mean, Atsumu has been fighting a bit and Osamu had not really been listening to Atsumu on his own end prior to this confrontation so I’m...exhausted and a bit sad in the “It can’t be helped” kind of way.

“Osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.” It couldn’t be helped considering how everything developed but...it still hurts my chest a bit, y’know? And then Osamu tries to apologize and I’m ready (so so ready) for them to communicate because they desperately need to—

But then Meiko comes in (I am...ready to throw stuff at her. Lots of stuff. Packing peanuts. All squeaky and annoying and bad for the environment just like she is—or something like that, I dunno, I’m half dead because I’m dealing with cramps rn) and all my wishes for them to finally have that much needed conversation where Osamu can finally break down and cry—all my wishes are turned to ash like.

(Angry Wind anon noises)

Meiko rubbing her makeup all over Osamu’s shirt like he is a rag. What in the... And her 4 inch heels please, I cannot, why, I can’t deal with this, I can’t, don’t make me get close to her because I’m like Yachi (stressed out of my mind). Please don’t do this to me. But yeah, Meiko with her poor makeup that doesn’t stay on her face. What the heck....

And Meiko’s scent... gross. Like, brown sugar, cute, nice, baked goods do smell really nice, (ever add a bunch of vanilla extract to a recipe? It like, perfumes around everywhere, it’s insane and wonderful) but chances are (because it’s Meiko), it’s overbearingly sweet. Chinese food (I do not trust her taste in Chinese food to be frank), I happen to come from a Chinese family, I have Chinese food for dinner like everyday, it would take a lot to be able to get that sort of scent on you. And I do mean a lot. And hairspray??? Chemical? I do not,,, I,,, Osamu, why would you breathe that in? It’s gonna be real bad for your lungs? And we already know Meiko smokes as well—your lung health, please value it—

And then the Suna entrance. Wonderfully done fr0ggy!

Final thoughts, I am very much projecting onto Yachi rn. Yachi has been in the house for less than a week and she already has to deal with this. The company should give her a raise. My gosh.

Anyway, might as well do a thoughts/headcanon thing because it’s been a while and my mind is still on gem/jewel stuff (so hope you don’t mind!)

Okay, so Kenma I think would go with a warm colored gemstone, and citrine would work well with him! “Protection against evil thoughts” because we know Meiko has ramped up is insecurity and lowered his self-esteem.

I mentioned this before last time but Sakusa is definitely onyx. That black is iconic, and “sharpening wit” would make sense with his grace for word play and snark.

Akaashi is an interesting one...I think sapphire. I mean, sapphire can have many colors besides the classic dark blue, so that’s one thing, but it’s known for “loyalty and a pledge of trust” which Akaashi gave. I think it’s suitable for him.

Suga...initially I was thinking pearl would match him in terms of appearance, but actually looking at my reference, turquoise would work really really well with him. “Protect from evil, maintain virtue, bring good luck”. Would work well.

For Atsumu and Osamu I wanted something that could represent their duality. My first thought was gold and silver. I mean, it’d fit in terms of appearance but I’m not sure that would be the best comparison. Gold doesn’t rust so it fits Atsumu who never fell for Meiko’s tricks. Silver has been said to vanquish dark/evil beings (vampires, werewolves, the classic silver bullets and stakes). It would be interesting to see if the comparison will apply to today’s update :D!

I like how my brain shut off and couldn’t remember anyone else for a second—anyway, Oikawa... every time I think of him, I want some hue of blue wwww. I guess Aquamarine “soothing influence” would work. Since he joined YN’s side, he has been able to see the big picture and be a voice of reason. He’s thoughtful and I think aquamarine which encourages long relationships is suitable because that is what he wanted. So yes, aquamarine.

Bokuto...is a tough one. I’m trying to still keep with their color schemes a bit. I think carnelian would work. “Health, luck, bold energy, warmth, joy”—it would represent him fine. It’s a bit more orange than I would prefer but it suits him so I think it’s okay.

Iwaizumi... emerald? I mean, he does suit green tones, and “rebirth, regeneration, new hope” would work just fine for him.

Right now my brain is complete mush and I can’t think of anything for Kuroo and Daichi. Like, Kuroo would be red, sure, but the more famous ruby/garnet I think don’t represent him fully because he is still rather contained. Hmm, would need to think about them more.

But I’d like your thoughts on this too :D!!

I wanna do something suitable for all colors for YN, so opal! YN has many different parts and colors and is overall a very vivid person—if you tilt opal, you see more and more faces and things underneath being brought into your eyes. YN may be seen from many different perspectives, but YN is always beautiful and amazing. So opal is what I think YN would be.

Anyway, I’ll end here :D! Need to eat lunch. Much love towards you fr0ggy! Make sure you eat and rest up too~ drink some water or any other fluid to hydrate! And keep warm too. Much love to all the fans and supporters and ask senders too! It’s really awesome seeing and hearing from all of you and seeing new faces with the old. Love the excitement and points you all bring up—makes my brain happy.

MAJDKD I NEED TO POST THE NEW CHAPTER BUT I HAD TO RESPOND TO THIS FIRST BESTIE ILY N I LOVE TUIS — I AM OBSESSED W THE CRYSTAL (??) STUFF??? IVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD IT BUT I THINK YOIVE EXPLAINED EACH GEM N WHY SO BEAUTIFULLY I AM IN LOVE W U KITH KITH UR SO LOVELY HAVE AN AMAZING DAY (sending u good vibes n anti-stress love >333)

[beryul-blog]

so  i’ve  reached  a  milestone .   ive  loved  luke  ever  since  i   first  watched  the  movies  when  i   was  seven  years  old  and??????honestly  my  love  for  him  hasn’t  changed?????  having  said  that ,   my   love   and   understanding   for   his   character   would   not   have   been   where   it   is   now   without   you   guys.    im  just   so   grateful   and   balled   over   at   the   talent ,   creativity ,   and   passion   of   everyone   i   follow   and   idk   expressing   emotions   is   not   my   strong   suit   so   uhhhhhhhh   yeahhhhhhhh   ilu<333   im   way   too   adh.d  for  this   i  stg ZOOM ZOO M TO  THE SPECIAL  MENT I O N S

THE BLUE MILK  (  the  duplicates  ---  some  id  consider  friends  )

ooOooOh boy .    you   guys  i  cant   even   bE  GIN  to  explain  my   love  for   y’all .     i   have   the   biggest   duplicate   angziety  in   the   world .    its   in   my   nature   i   cant   help   it   and   honestly??????/all   your   interpretations   terrify   me   bu t in a good way i promise   bc   theyre   all   so   unique   and   well   thought   out   and   amazing  and   what   makes   it   even   wor S E   is   that   all   of   you   (  even  the  ones  that  i  dont  speak  to  all  that  often  )   are   the   sweetest,   most   talented ,   sensitive ,   passionate   individuals   ive   met   online????? EV E R.   also   all   these   comments   are  genuine  not   sarcastic aslkjaksdnasl   (forgive  me  im  british  i  thin k  everything  sounds  sarcastic)

@horizonwept  :   charlie????mY. G OD.   your   understanding   and   enthusiasm   of   our   Son   is   unparalleled   and?????? ik   we   dont  speak  that   much  recently  b u  T  I  WANT  TO  MORE????? everytime   you  post   something   i   press  mah   lil   face   up   to   the   screen   and   weepe t h .   you’re   also   kind   and   funny   and   people   just????? love  u?????AND  I lov e  u  too?????  al SO   you   convinced   me   of   lukes   characterisation   in    tlj   and   tfa   and   honestly????im   so  s O   glad   u   did<3   everythign  u   post   is  just   so   thought  out   and   intelligent  and   i   just.   wish.   i   could  do   wht   u   do???   keep   being  amazing   sweaty  :’) @lstjedi  :   KAY!!!!!!!   the   founder   of   the   lu k e   slywalker  group   chat   *g a sps*   mah   love.   now   i   know   youve   been   feeling   a   lil   insecure   recently   about   ur   age   and  ur   mental   health  has   been   acting   up   (belief  me  i  know<3 )   b u T  HUN NN Y   listen   up:   you   ar e  the   symbol   of   dont-judge-by-age   policy   bc   honestly???? u   have   the   skill,   dedication,   and   maturity  of   people   who   are   twice   ur   age.   ur   passion????? unbelievable.   ur   kindness?????  one  of   a   kind.   ur  maturity?????? uhhhh more   than   me.     ur   writing???? delicious.    if   youre   feeling   insecure   about   your  age,   dont.      you   are  amazing   and   talented   and   dont   u   d  A  RE    forget   it<3   edit:   also   i   love  how   you   come   onto   the   chat   being   the  first  person  to   talk   and  ur   like  ‘hi  guys!!!’  and   idk  i   just   find   u  really   sweet   and  friendlyasjdna,nda @skyhcpped  :    ro!!!!!!!   henlo   there  my   frond.    first   of   all   wh  ERE   DO  U   FIND  ALL   THESE   MEMES??????  im loving it keep going.    we   havent   spoken   much   b U T   the  groupchat   has   brought   us   Together   and   thats   the   best   thing   ever   bc   i   think   ur   just?????? so   talented   and   ur   understanding   and   love   for   luke  (eveninmemes)  is   unparalleled.   i   love   talking   about   our   mutual  Hate  for  re/ylo   and   a L SO   i   hope   ur   not   still   freezing   on   hoth?????if  you  are cold,   wrap   up   warm,   grab   urself   a   hot  chocolate   if   u   like   that   sort   of   thing,  run  a   bath,   uhhhhhhhhh  create   a   pillow   fort,   find   a   tauntaun   and   sit   inside  it.   that   was   my   survival   lecture  thanks  for  coming  to  my  ted  talk  :)))))   also  the  fact  u  are.  literally.  daredevil???? taking  a s  hot  of  vinegar  and terrified   a   boy??? my  hero, mah idol.    i   did   a   reverse  thing  where  i  dared  (2)  boys  to  take  a  teaspoon   of   vanilla   essence   and   they  did  it   (s o empowering  ;)

@lightswept  :   riceeeeee.   honestly  how  can   anyone   ever   hate   you????    we   havent   been   talking   for   v   long   but   omgskdnf   you   are   so   sweet   and   lovely   and   u   deserve   The  World?????   haters   need   to   back  tf   up   bc   u   are   so   Pu re.    and   ur   also   really   attentive?????  your   writing   is   just   so   fluent  and  honestly??a  full   course  meal.   remember   that  i   love   and  appreciate   you   and  thats   NEVER  going  to   change<333   if  u  ever   need   to   talk,   i  am  always   here   even   tho  im   shit   at   advice   i  will   send  u   metaphorical  cake  and  hugs xoxo

@hopegave  :   mY  ITALIAN  BEAN.   look  at  us  europeans  yesiknowbrexit,   awake   when   all   the   ‘muricans   are   sleep i n g  asljdaksl   ur   honestly   adorable??????like   i   cant even  begin?????on  the  group   chat   youre   so   enthusiastic  and   capiTAL  LETTERS   and   asjaklsdlka  so   Pu re???  and  both  of   us   gushing  about   snow  ??????? iconic,  truly.  you,   being   the   first  person  to   call   ne w   york   hoth????? also  iconic.  ITALY  IS  ONE  OF   MY   FAV   PLACES   ON  EARTH  I   GO  THERE   A   LOT  IN   THE  SUMMERASFJHSD b U T  thats  off  topic.  what  i   need  to   say   is   that   ilu   and   ur   enthusias m   and  friendliness   and   yeah??????   stay  awesome

 @dualsuns   :   LIAM   IDK  WHY  IM   TELLING   U   THIS   BUT  WHENEVER   I   THINK   OF   U   I   THINK   OF   WINE???????  m aybe  its  bc   ur   prose  is   so   damn   sophistica t e d?????  its  so   fluent   and   makes  s o  much  sense???? ur  so   good   at   narrating   lukes   thoughts   its   so   obvious   you   have  this  amazing   understanding   of   his   character  its  !!!!!!!!  and   i   seriously  admire  that/?   like  your   voice   is  uhhh h   on  point .    i  can   tell   you   take   this   seriously   and   care  so   much   about   luke    (boi   me  too)  and  it   shows????  in   all   ur   hcs   and   ooc   posts   its   all   backe d   up   with    quotes,   love   and   analysis  like   damnnnnnnnn.   i   know  ive   only   really   interacted   w   you   a   couple  of   times   in    passing   but   id   love  to   more?????   ur   amazing   everythings   amazing  wow<3

 @didntturn   :    hmm mMMMM Mm   kylie.   have   we   ever  spoken?????  i   dont   think   so.   i   just   admire  u   from   afar   :’)   g U RL   first   of  all   ur   hilarious????  idk   i   think  we’ve  got   a   similar  sense   of   humour aklsdnanm  its   very   british.   also  ur   hcs   t a KE  MY  BREATH   AWAY.   so  muc h  detail   and   love?????   u   clearly   have   a   deep   understanding   of   luke  only  us   mere   mortals   can   d  REA M   of<3   hope  we   can   start   talking   bc   i   uhhhh  adore   ur   characterisation   and   id   love   to   discuss?????  idk   im   gushinggggggg

THESE  ARE  ONLY   SOME  DUPLICATES  I  COULD  GUSH  ABOUT  EVERY  SINGLE  ONE  OF  U  UNTIL  THE  DAY  I  DI  E

THE DROIDS  (  mah  main cretins  )  

@guiltslut  :   yh  idk  who  u   ar e   :/    j K  BINCH  IK  UR   WENDO!!!!!   mah  main  cretin  :’)   youve   been   by   my  side   for   8   months   (or   was  it   seven???? i cant rememberasdkajsdk)  which   is   an,, ,, ,  achievement.   your   writing  is   tasty  af   and   ur   enthusiasm  unparalleled.   i  will   always  love  and   appreciate   you<3

@smuglr  :   i   have   to   put   u  on  here   bc   we’ve  known   each   other   for   over   a  year   and   thats   kinda   mcCrazy??? im  sorry  i  havent   kept   in  touch  as   much  as  i  probably   should   have,  but  im   more  sorry   for  making  u   think  i   was   on   bath salts   when  i   was  quoting  bad  lip   reading  :/   honestly   ever  since  the  beginning   ive   admired   ur   prose   so   much???? its   so   good   and  attentive   and  poetic  and  fluent  i  just???? could   gush   about   it   all   weak   tbhhhhhh  your   graphics   and   aethetics   are   also ?????? amazing?????? im  so   happy   that  i  know  u   and  even  after  all  this  time   i  still  love   and  appreciate  u<33  Stay groovy  mah  frond

@primdoe   :    sO   ik   i   havent  known   u   for   very   long   at  all   n  this   is   probably   like?????? a  lil   Extra??????   but   im   already  in  love.   i  could  gush   about   ur   oc   for  Yonks   and   just   how   passionate  and   attentive   you   are  to  her????? shes   so   detailed   and   cared  about   by   many   and   you   inspire   me  to  put  more  detail  into  my  own  ocs askdjasmnd???? ur  graphics  and  ps  skills  are  just????? they  water  my  crops  honestly???? and the fact that you gave me one of your psds is the sweetest ilu??  

SPACE SHIPS  (  the  i-admire-from-afar-but-also-interracted-with-in-the-ims-and-loVING IT-so-far-even-tho-im-shit-at-replying????  category  )  

@aequitia ,    @astrmech ,  @awokeforce ,  @baelnc ,   @deadlymarch ,   @elanere  ,   @hopehrt ,  @rystolo  ,   @scintist  ,   @sunworn .

SUNSETS   (  the  i  admire  and  havent  interacted  with  yet  *__* )

@dynste ,  @entropiet ,  @ersoic ,  @flypulse ,   @forcebled ,  @galasymph ,  @greysistance ,  @jaigsight ,   @midlapse ,  @tiefighting ,  @resistijo ,  @roseared ,  @starkniight ,  @theforcetm ,   @rotichor  ,   @scorpyre .

[artificialqueens]

In Sickness and In Health Ch2 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - first of all i would like to wish the happiest of birthdays to nymph, i love u grandma!!! <333

second of all, thanks to tiff for letting me get this in when it didn’t work! ur an angel

hope u enjoy!!

Around an hour later, or as Alaska was learning to judge time, eight coughing fits later, Miss Michaels re-entered the room. She was lucky to have just missed another one of Sharon’s violent attacks, and the princess had lain back down on her bed, her skin practically grey and her chest heaving. Alaska tore her gaze away from the sick princess and to Miss Michaels, who seemed to grasp what had just happened instantly upon entering, but said nothing about it. She probably knew Sharon didn’t want her to make a fuss.

“Are you ladies hungry?” Miss Michaels asked them. “Sharon, Her Royal Highness has requested that the two of you join them for dinner.”

That didn’t sound like an unusual request – at least, not to Alaska. Surely it was fairly normal for the eldest princess to sit and eat with her family, as well as the poor woman who’d offered to try and help her. However, Sharon raised her eyebrows and struggled to prop herself up onto her skinny elbows, apparently shocked.

“She’s not keeping me quarantined? Shit, she really must think she’s sending me off to my death.” The princess deadpanned.

Miss Michaels smiled sadly. “You know it isn’t like that, dear. It pains your mother to keep you away from the family, you know it does. She only does what the palace doctor advises.”

“And a fat lot of good his advice has done,” Sharon muttered softly, but she relented despite her bitter words. “I guess I’d like to say goodbye to them. They’re not too unbearable. Mother Dust, will you-?”

She didn’t need to finish her question. Miss Michaels let the door she was leaning against close behind her as she walked towards the bed, helping the twenty-four year old to her feet and supporting her as they stood. Alaska could see that Sharon’s entire bodyweight was resting on Miss Michaels, her muscles straining as she tried to hold her own but was too weak. It was no surprise that Miss Michaels could still walk with ease; when Sharon had nearly collapsed onto Alaska after her first coughing fit, she’d weighed nearly nothing. Alaska got to her feet to hold the door open for the two, and quickly followed as they left.

The dining room, just as Alaska expected, was lavish and rich. There was a long table directly in the middle, laden with gleaming silverware and dishes, with the King and Queen seated at opposite sides and the two younger princesses sat together on one side. Instantly, the smell of warm, fresh food made Alaska’s stomach rumble beyond belief. None of the prepared dishes had been revealed yet, but the smell alone told Alaska she would never eat like this again.

She took her seat next to Sharon, who was helped down by Miss Michaels. The princess, contrary to Alaska, didn’t seem all too thrilled about the prospect of eating such an expensive meal. When she noticed Princess Adore watching her, Alaska saw the older princess cross her eyes and stick out her tongue, winking when her sister started to giggle. It was only a small thing, but in her current state it obviously took a lot for her to try. Even so, her forced positivity faded as soon as it had appeared.

“Thank you for joining us, you two. I think it’s always pertinent to have a good meal before a journey.” The Queen smiled brightly, though it faltered slightly at her daughter’s less-than enthusiastic expression.

“Me too. Haven’t had one of those in a long time.” Sharon mumbled darkly.

Alaska sucked in a breath at the sudden change in the overall atmosphere. Just like that, the sick princess had the power to completely switch the mood. Princess Adore ducked her head down, refusing to make eye contact, whilst Princess Laila glared at her older sister. Sharon stared stonily back, unfazed by the negative reactions she was receiving. In the mean time, the King and Queen eyed each other nervously, not sure how to approach the situation. All three princesses were upset, and they had a guest to deal with on top of that. Alaska stayed quiet, doing her best to give the royal family a little bit of peace.

The King was the first to speak again. “Now, come on Sharon. Didn’t we talk about this with Miss Michaels just the other week?”

Sharon nodded slowly. “Oh, right. Yes, we did. Being more positive in terms of my attitude and towards life in general.” She paused, coughing violently into a napkin before facing her father again. “Wow, I feel better already.”

“Sharon!” The Queen chastised.

“Sorry.” Sharon muttered sarcastically. “It was just a joke. I don’t feel any better.”

Sensing the tension in the air, Miss Michaels and a few other servants who were lingering by started to serve the meal, their bustling around effectively distracting everyone from the dispute. As far as the eye could see, there were rich, seasoned meats, steaming vegetables, aromatic bread and all kinds of deep crimson and purple wine. There was no doubt in Alaska’s mind that this meal alone probably cost more than her entire house. When the plate was handed to her, she decided to follow suit along with the rest of the family and inhale as much as she could – of course, trying her best to look as polite and meek as she could whilst doing so. As soon as everything had been handled out, Miss Michaels moved towards Sharon.

“No, Miss Michaels. Stop. We’re not doing this.” She told the woman, waving her away. “I don’t – not in front of…”

Through a mouthful of wine, Alaska turned her head to watch Sharon gesturing towards her sisters, her eyes fixed on Miss Michaels. The oldest princess didn’t have a plate in front of her, but one of the servants had placed down a bowl filled with some kind of soup instead. It didn’t look very appealing, and Sharon didn’t appear to want to eat it.

“You need your energy, Your Highness.” Miss Michaels insisted, sitting down beside her. “If this is the only way to do it, then so be it.” She lifted one of the spoons from the table.

Sharon pushed her hand away yet again. “Stop it! This is undignified, I’m not doing it. Leave it, I refuse.”

Across the table, Laila raised her eyebrows. “Since when have you ever had dignity?”

“Fuck off, Laila. I didn’t realize we’d invited you into the conversation.” Sharon snapped back at her.

There it was again, the mounting tension that occurred every time Sharon spoke. Alaska wasn’t sure if the family had always been like this, or whether it was just Sharon’s mysterious illness adding to her irritability, but either way it was extremely uncomfortable to witness.

The King finished chewing and frowned. “Sharon, language! Laila, don’t provoke your sister. We asked you to join us for dinner before you leave so we can spend some time together, but you’re more than welcome to return to your room to eat if you’re going to be so negative.”

“Language, my ass.” Sharon swore, prompting all the eyes at the table to widen. “Excuse me for not wanting to sit here and be fucking spoon-fed soup at the age of twenty four because I’m too fucking weak to hold the goddamn spoon steady. I would literally prefer it if you locked me in that fucking bedroom to eat as I have been the past few months anyway, considering I can’t fucking keep this solid food down any longer and it makes you all so goddamn upset. Let Miss Michaels take me back upstairs so I can be fed this shit like a fucking baby without getting stared at. In case you forgot, I’m sick, not fucking invalid.”

By the end of her rant, Sharon’s voice had become hoarse and strained, like it didn’t want to work any longer. Her ashen skin was inflamed and red, and her chest heaved up and down with the effort it had taken. Alaska froze, holding her breath without even realizing as she waited. Her gaze fell upon the Queen, so similar in appearance to all three of her daughters, her gloved hands clapped over her mouth and tears shining in her eyes. The King slammed his fork down onto the table.

“Look what you’re doing to your family! Look at your poor mother, she doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you’re treating her. Why do you think we agreed for this young lady to help you? So that you won’t be sick and you can stop tearing this family apart!”

Sharon coughed loudly, ducking her head under the table, and resurfaced with her face even redder than it was before. “Look what I’m doing to the family?! Look what this illness is doing to me! I can’t fucking feed myself, if you didn’t get that. I’m not tearing this goddamn family apart, I’m being isolated from it whilst whatever fucking disease I have tears me apart! Is it so hard to understand? But by all means, let’s worry about mother, shall we? Let’s worry about Laila, and Adore.”

The King breathed heavily, his own skin growing red with anger. “So you don’t care about your mother? You don’t care about your sisters? Your future as the Queen of this kingdom?”

“No. I hope this journey kills me.”

With a shuddering gasp, the Queen stood up from her chair, quickly taking Laila and Adore under her arm and whisking them out of the room with her. Alaska’s cheeks were heated, flushed from the awkwardness of being the only human barrier between the King and the princess. She heard a loud sob, and then the door closed behind the Queen and the two younger princesses.

Tears filled Sharon’s eyes. “I – I didn’t mean that. I didn’t…”

Without another word, the King abandoned his seat and followed his wife out, leaving just Alaska, Sharon, Miss Michaels, and a few other servants in the room. In the silence, it felt glaringly empty and wrong, and the servants quickly got to work clearing everything up. Sharon bunched up her napkin and threw it across the room, sinking lower into her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. Her dull blue eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“I always have to fuck everything up.” She cursed, uncrossing her arms again to presumably feel for a napkin, before dabbing at her tears with her sleeve. “Where’s – oh fuck it, whatever.”

Tentatively, Alaska reached out, placing a hand onto Sharon’s shoulder. The princess instantly whipped her head round, her watery eyes meeting with Alaska’s and then hitting the floor. Not quite sure how far she could push it, she gently squeezed and mustered the courage to speak.

“Hey, don’t… you didn’t, uh, mess everything up. You can still talk to them, right? We’re not – we’re not leaving until tonight. You have time.”

Sharon scoffed, wiping away one of her tears. “Time is the one thing I don’t have. Besides, they don’t wanna talk to me. Not after that.”

Alaska frowned. “But don’t you see? They’re upset at you because you’re talking about dying, and the last thing they want is for you to die. They care about you.”

“I don’t care about them.”

Miss Michaels interjected, pulling Sharon to her feet and enveloping her in a hug. Sharon seemed to shrink even more in the older woman’s embrace, sobbing into her chest.

“Why are you crying, then?” Miss Michaels asked softly. “If you don’t care? Or are you lying to poor old Mother Dust?”

Sharon sniffed, saying nothing.

“You do remember what happens when naughty princesses lie to me, don’t you?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice. She held Sharon at arm’s-length to grin at her, poking her skinny ribs through the dress. “Surely you remember.”

Alaska wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard Sharon laugh ever-so-quietly. “Mother Dust. Don’t.”

Before Alaska even knew what was happening, the princess was shrieking and giggling, and Miss Michaels was grinning as she poked and prodded at her, finding all the ticklish spots she presumably knew from her childhood. Alaska laughed along with them as she watched, interested to see how long Sharon could withstand it before she crumbled. In only seconds, she was begging for mercy from the servant, ripping herself free and clinging onto the back of the chair for support. For a few moments she was doubled over, trying to catch her breath, before the fit of coughing overtook her once more. Alaska looked away just as the dark blood began to stain the tablecloth.

“I guess I sh-should apologise to them.” Sharon said as she straightened, her voice muffled by her hands. “Or – or something. S-So I don’t leave them w-with bad mem-memories of me. Miss Michaels-”

Without needing further instruction, Miss Michaels rushed to Sharon’s side, helping the princess to her feet once again and supporting her in taking a few tentative steps. After the first couple, Sharon waved her away and began to walk unaided, if slightly shakily, towards the door her family had exited through not long ago. Alaska, suddenly lost in the midst of a palace with a princess and her family troubles, got up to walk next to Miss Michaels. The older lady was hovering behind Sharon a little, cautious in case she were to lose strength.

Things definitely hadn’t gone as Alaska had expected them to. She’d never been a part of the archetypal family – two parents and some siblings – but she hadn’t expected the royal family to be so… normal, she supposed, in their interactions. In public, they were formal and of the utmost politeness to everybody else including each other, yet in the comfort of their palace it was almost as though they weren’t royalty at all, just normal folk. Sharon swore more than some of the rougher boys in the orphanage where she, Courtney and Willam had grown up. Yet she was a princess, not common blood like they were.

The group made their way back through the door they’d first entered through, Alaska’s eyes first falling upon the winding staircase and then the long marble corridor stretching out toward what she presumed was the garden. One of the doors was ajar, open just enough to reveal a bit of light coming from inside, and some low voices talking. Not hesitating for a moment, Sharon pressed on, leaving Miss Michaels and Alaska to follow and linger awkwardly in the doorway as she walked in.

“It’s not right…” Adore was muttering, sat on the floor in front of a tall white dollhouse. The younger princess looked upset, her dark hair falling in front of her eyes and a doll clutched in her fist. In the corner, curled up in an expensive-looking gilt chair, Laila sulked and watched her sister play.

“I know it’s not.” She said bluntly. “What can I do about it?”

Neither girl seemed to have noticed Sharon’s presence, as though she were a ghost in the room. Upon approaching the dollhouse, Sharon dropped to her knees and took hold of one of the discarded dolls, her hair torn completely off. A smile made its way onto her face as she ran her thumb against the doll’s bristles, eye to eye with Adore.

“Remind me of her name again?” Sharon asked softly.

Adore looked up at her, smiling back somewhat nervously. “Polly.”

Sharon chuckled. “Right. She used to be my favourite, you know. You know what I did with her?”

Adore shook her head at her sister. “What did you do?”

“I ripped all her hair out.” Sharon grinned. “Then I was forced to give her up, because there was a baby in the house who wanted to play with her.”

She jerked her head in Laila’s direction. “And then Laila put her all back together again. Gave her beautiful soft hair, repainted her face all delicate and sweet, even sewed clothes for her. And then –” Adore was starting to giggle at Sharon’s repetitive story. “I was thirteen, and there was another new baby. That little baby grew up, started to play with the doll, and then?”

For her finale, she jabbed Adore in the arm with the hairless doll. “She proceeded to tear out all her hair. You’re a little devil, just like me.”

Adore smiled.

“My little mini-me. Can you promise me something? Can you promise that whilst I’m away, you’ll be a little less devilish? Only whilst I’m gone. Then when I’m back, I’ll play with you and you can be as devilish as you like. Is that a deal?”

Adore was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking. Then, in a sudden rush of affection, she flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and hugged her tightly. Sharon faltered, clearly not expecting it, before hugging back.

“I promise.” Adore whispered. “You’re gonna come back and play?”

“I will. I just gotta get better, and then when I’m better, me and you can wreak havoc in these doll’s lives.”

With some difficulty, the princess straightened, ruffling Adore’s hair before making her way over to Laila. On closer inspection, she held a heavy book to her chest, and was scanning the pages far too quickly to be actually reading them. It was clear her gaze was firmly planted on the pages to avoid interacting with Sharon, but even in her weakness she had such a commanding aura; Laila had no choice but to look up.

“Listen to me,” Sharon began, sitting in the chair next to her sister. “Will you listen?”

Laila’s grip on her book intensified. Her knuckles were practically trembling with the effort. “No. Won’t you just go on your journey so you can hurry and die, just like you said?”

Sharon sighed. “Laila, please. Listen to me.”

The middle princess closed her eyes, her face screwing up. “I’m all ears. Make it quick.”

“I’m sorry. I snapped, I didn’t mean to upset you or Adore like that. Do you believe me? Can you trust me?” Sharon’s questions were peculiar. Alaska frowned from the doorway as she tried to figure out what was happening.

“I can trust you.” Laila said stiffly. “Is that it?”

Sharon shook her head. “No, no. Can I trust you? I have to say something important, and I can’t trust Adore with it because she’s too little. I can’t trust mother or father, because they won’t react properly.”

Laila nodded, a little impatiently. “You can trust me.”

“Good.” Sharon swallowed. “You know – you know I’m not healthy. You know there’s a good chance that I’ll… you know that to me, tomorrow isn’t a guarantee. But you, you’re strong. Mother may say you can be grumpy and moody – which you are – but you’re sixteen, we all were. However, I need to know that I can trust you to do my job.”

“Your job?” Laila cocked her head, momentarily confused. Sharon took hold of one of Laila’s hands, freeing it from the grasp of her book and clinging onto it.

“You need to be fair, and kind, and thoughtful, and forgiving. You and I both struggle with those, that’s why we argue. We’re so alike.” Sharon smiled. “But those are the characteristics that a queen needs, so she can be a good ruler. You need to be able to take on that role, for me. Do better than I would do.”

Laila’s eyes filled with tears, which she tried to hide with an angry frown. “B-But you’re going to be queen. You’re the oldest.”

Sharon wiped at her own eyes. “And I’m also the sickest. You know – t-there’s a chance I won’t – I won’t make it to… to my coronation. So you – you’ll have to do it. Promise me you’ll do that.”

“I promise.” Laila reached over, similarly to Adore, to hug her sister. The moment was sweet and brief, and soon enough the pair pulled apart and Sharon got to her feet for the last time. Her face wore a melancholy smile as she walked towards the door where Alaska and Miss Michaels were stood, stopping about halfway. She sighed heavily and turned around to face her two sisters a final time.

“I love you, both of you. I’m sorry if I didn’t say it enough. I love you.” She finished, and ducked out of the door before the tears threatening to fall could spill over.

Realization hit Alaska like a freight train. Sharon was saying goodbye. She hadn’t dared to utter the word itself, knowing the emotional turmoil it would bring with it, and instead had addressed each sister personally. Saying her own goodbye in a way that would take them a little while to figure out. Alaska guessed she was hoping that they wouldn’t realize she’d been saying goodbye until she had left. Even so, her words had a very final note to them.

“Mother Dust, get Miss Dujour and Miss Creme to collect some of my basic things, tell them to get as little as possible. Just that fucking pot, a spare dress and my money, I think. I don’t want to make the horses carry too much, we’ll take a local everyday carriage.” Sharon ordered, and then halted. “And, uh… don’t – don’t tell my parents I’m leaving. Not until after we’ve left. I don’t want to face goodbyes with them.”

Miss Michaels nodded slowly, taking her orders with no response and setting off up the tall staircase, calling the names of the other servants on her way to find the King and Queen. Once she was completely out of sight, Sharon let out a long breath and slumped against the banister.

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Alaska’s heart ached for the princess. “Saying goodbye? I could only imagine.”

Sharon nodded. “Yeah, and –” She lifted both of her hands to her mouth, coughing. “H-Holding back all th-these c-coughs.”

Just as Alaska was about to speak, Sharon held up one finger to stop her and spat into a nearby plant pot, the dark blood from her lips blending in with the almost black soil. Alaska winced, doing all she could to avoid sucking in a breath through her teeth. She was pretty sure that the last thing Sharon wanted was her pity, so she tried to keep it internalized.

“Shit. Sorry, Alaska. I suppose you’ll be lucky if you don’t have to put up with all of this for very long.”

Alaska shook her head fiercely, taken aback. “Don’t! God, Sharon – I can deal with a bit of blood if it means I could possibly save your life. I’m not heartless.”

Sharon laughed. “Of course, I forgot. When you spend your whole life in palace balls and surrounded by other royalty you don’t experience much selflessness. We’re bred to be selfish.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Alaska stated firmly. “You don’t seem selfish. You were sweet to your sisters, and in a way you’re sparing your parents the pain of a goodbye. That’s pretty selfless.”

At her words, Alaska saw the princess brighten a little. It wasn’t much, certainly not enough to bring her back from the darkness she’d fallen into, but for a second Alaska saw it. The old glow in her skin, the old twinkle in her eye and the old joy of her smile. It flickered back like a candle in a thunderstorm, snuffed in an instant. But for a short while, it had burned. If she had to, Alaska would spend fruitless hours relighting that wick just to see the slight glimmer again and again.

Sharon was speechless. She stood up straight, using the banister for support, her mouth open slightly as she took in what had just been said. Alaska’s eyes were drawn to Sharon’s parted lips – her thick, full lips – and her heart rate quickened. Almost instinctively, after spotting a minute remainder of blood on the princess’s mouth, Alaska drew closer. Her thumb gently brushed across Sharon’s lips, a delicate and tender movement carried out inches from her face. Neither of them broke eye contact. Neither of them spoke.

“Your Highness, I have your –”

At the sound of a peppy, energetic voice, Alaska swiftly drew back, Sharon recoiling in the same fashion. Her eyes landed upon a dark-haired servant, who wilted under Sharon’s gaze and clamped her lips shut.

“Uh, sorry…” Alaska muttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot. “You had, um, blood. On your lip.”

Sharon nodded slowly, unable to meet Alaska’s eye. Her cheeks coloured, a fierce scarlet marring her pale skin as she focused her gaze instead on the servant who had approached them.

“Miss Creme? Ah, you’ve got them. Good, hand them here. I just need –”

Sharon spun around, only to find Miss Michaels had joined Miss Creme, holding out a bag and what appeared to be a long black coat. After putting the few supplies into the bag, Sharon slipped on the black coat, pulling the hood up over her hair. The fabric was loose, obscuring most of her dress and leaving enough room for the princess to hide her features, if she wanted to. She adjusted it with trembling fingers and stared ahead.

“Guess we’re leaving.” Sharon mumbled. Her back was turned from the gathered servants, so only Alaska could see the tight-lipped grimace on her face. “Off in search of a witch who might not even help me, should we find her.”

At her bitter tone, Miss Michaels surged forwards and pulled Sharon into a hug, resembling a motherly embrace as the princess melted into her. A few moments passed before Alaska noticed Sharon’s body juddering, indicating she’d finally cracked and started to cry.

“Come on, little Shazzy.” Miss Michaels whispered, rocking her. “There, there. No more tears. You have to get going, okay? I want you back here, bright and beautiful and healthy as always. There’s my little girl. Now, now. Please no tears.”

Alaska couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In mere minutes she’d be out of the palace, Princess Sharon by her side, ready to embark on a perilous journey in hopes of finding a witch to cure Sharon’s illness before time slipped right through her fingers. The success would not only save a life, but provide Alaska with some sort of stability and hope for the future. Money that meant she wouldn’t have to toil as endlessly as she did. Security that meant she wasn’t always sticking out her neck for everybody she cared about. Perhaps even a friend.

Miss Michaels waved Sharon away with a tearful smile and a gentle push, sending the two on their way. Alaska took one last long, lingering look at the intricacy of the palace before turning away completely, descending the steps and not looking back. Her shoe touched down on the regular soil of the kingdom’s land, and her quest to save the princess had officially begun.

[inkykeiji]

I always skip over the part where touya-nii brands reader and asks if it hurts and mimics her "yeah" in a high pitched voice. I kinda live for that mimicking stuff >.< like oh do I really sound whiney like that? but you loveee my high whiney voice when ur fucking me hehe

me too anon!!!! i love it so much i think there’s something so sexy about it??? my boyfriend does shit like that to me all the time during sex hehehe and i’m always like (*/ω＼*) yeah yeah mimic my stupid little voice more!!! hehehe high whines are THE BEST!! ​those high pitchy whines that break on a sharp breath or a strangled little gasp <333 that have you choking and coughing on the leftover shards of the notes!!!

[inkykeiji]

Ik you’re a pretty big StarWars (and vader) fan so I’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with Vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over Anakin? I can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective🤭

aaaaaaaah anon i know you sent this in months ago but i loved it so much that i wrote a little piece for it!! <33

just to answer your questions more explicitly, though: honestly, assuming anakin is her favourite character of all time (or one of them!), it REALLY depends on the situation. touya-nii will most likely NOT watch those films with her—doesn't even want to see her watching them or be within her general vicinity when she is—unless she's having a really, really, really bad day. only then will he be willing (to quote anakin himself) to let go of his pride and do what is requested of him. only then is he willing to make such a huge fucking sacrifice (in his eyes, anyway) in an effort to cheer his baby up and make her feel better, because it is in those moments (and those moments only) where her happiness matters more than his jealousy and possessiveness.

the little piece i wrote touches on his reaction to her gushing over anakin under the circumstances of having a bad day, but if she were to do this on a day where she isn’t having an absolutely awful day, it is safe to say that touya-nii would get extremely, unreasonably upset at her for it, feeling both offended and disrespected by her actions/words. this ask expands a little more on his feelings towards celebrity crushes, which would also extend to fictional character crushes as well.

[inkykeiji]

please i need to know the idea for the series for REASONS. reasons being your ideas are the best

HAHAHA anon bb you flatter me <333 aaah i can’t tell you or it’ll spoil it all!!!! the only hint i’ll give you at this point is that it’s based off of the two posts i linked in this ask, which is to say it would have all three todorokis pining for the same girl (*/ω＼*) <33

[inkykeiji]

clari dearest! j stopping in to say i hope your medical appointments go well!! health scares n issues n honestly j appointments in general can b scary so wishing u the best and sending love ur way! take care <3 ❄️

awww snowflake!!! <333 thank you so much!! yeah, they really can be ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i have a really awful fear of hospitals and now i’ve had to go to one twice within the past four days :( big big thanks for your sweet messages & thoughts!!! always sending love back to you <333

[inkykeiji]

i think u said once how u began sharing ur writing so others can benefit from it but how does it primarily help u? i know you said to cope..but like how

i’m genuinely curious so i really hope this isn’t coming off mean or anything !!

hello anon!! <33

tw: mental illness, overdose mention

don’t worry hehehe it isn’t coming off as mean!! so that’s the secondary reason i decided to share my writing online (the thought that it may help others cope as well), the first being that i wanted to get used to sharing my work with strangers + receiving feedback from strangers.

so! writing primarily helps me cope because it enables me to take full control of the situations and the traumas inflicted on me and work through them in various ways. it often acts as an emotional release for me, but also as a way for me to examine things. writing about an opioid overdose, for example, was extremely cathartic in ways i can’t really describe accurately. it was almost like a way to process that event. writing about bmb tomura’s struggles with severe mental illness is also extremely cathartic for me, even though the delusions + hallucinations etc we experience and our situations as a whole are entirely different. i’ve found that writing bmb tomura has helped me learn even more about myself, about my illness, and about how it affects me/manifests in my brain, body, and life. and that’s super valuable information! it’s helped me become more self-aware of my illness and, as such, has helped me cope during episodes.

my work is deeply personal, as i would argue all art is (to varying degrees). there are pieces of me inherently imbued in every single piece i write—my mannerisms, my flaws, my love, my anger, my sadness, my strengths, my experiences, my relationships or relationships of those very close to me, my very essence as a person and a creator etc—but there are still certain events in my life that i cannot write about. there are certain things that have happened to me that my brain can’t even begin to process yet, because they are too painful. there are certain kinks and things i won’t write because they’re too triggering for me personally. i may one day be able to explore these things in my work, or i may never be able to; only time will tell (this is where actual therapy with a mental health professional is especially useful, of course!)

so, in sum, that’s how it helps ME the most: through allowing that emotional release, enabling me to process and work through things, and allowing me to take full control of those situations and examine them in different lights and angles. i romanticize my own trauma a lot because that helps me cope, too; i find it easier to work through with rose coloured glasses on. it also allows me to take these things that have happened to me or deeply affected me negatively and rework them—to make them into something beautiful (something messed up and twisted, but tragically beautiful nonetheless); to transform them and take that authority/control over those experiences, and morph them into something new, to create something meaningful from them. i also think it’s important to keep in mind that these are just MY personal coping strategies, and others may write or read for entirely different reasons related to coping.

anyway, i hope this makes sense anon!! <3 i don’t only write to process trauma and cope with my illness, of course, but it is definitely one of the big reasons why i create. i also write because i genuinely love the craft with all my heart. i write for escapism and entertainment (which is another form of coping!! ie sometimes when i’m feeling REALLY rough i’ll write myself something super indulgent and fluffy <3), i write to explore topics and scenarios that i would never want to explore in real life (ie murder and torture), etc. etc. etc.

additionally, i personally think art (any type!) can be a fantastic tool to not only process trauma but also to just work through emotions and situations in general, both good and bad!!! maybe you can’t find the right words to express it, to express yourself or your emotions, but maybe you can paint or draw it (ie have you ever tried flinging paint at a canvas when you’re so angry you can’t think straight!? it really does help!!!). or maybe you can’t write it in words, but you can write it in music (ie the piece tchaikovsky wrote for his late younger sister after she passed, and how her death impacted his work on the nutcracker as a whole) etc etc etc. it’s all very personal!!! and it is one of the many things that makes art in general so beautiful to me hehe <3

and then in terms of possibly helping others: the amount of times i’ve had someone tell me that my writing has helped them with an emotional release, or helped them realize something about their own trauma, or even just stopped by to tell me that my work provides them with some much needed escapism and distraction or entertainment (especially when they were feeling very low or in a very dark place!)—all of these things are so incredibly important to me, and i cherish each and every one of these interactions, because it makes me feel like i’m doing something important and meaningful, both for me AND for others. and that’s truly special <3

[inkykeiji]

hi I've been searching all over ur blog and im so confused w the order of the touya-nii univ 😭😭

hello!! hehe it’s exactly the way they’re listed in my AU masterlist! in other words, they go:

i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

all she want is payback for the way i always play that shit

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

my snowman & me (christmas series set about 2 years after the main series, which is three parts, linked above)

in terms of oneshots, the keigo oneshot is set between part one and part two, the tomura oneshot is just hypothetical but it would be set after part three but before the christmas series, and the two-part natsuo piece is set after the christmas series

[inkykeiji]

I love the idea of Dabi keeping his baby pure from the nasty drugs I do!

But corruption kink go brrrrr-

Dabi blowing charges to you to watch you go boneless & giggly in his arms. Feeding you halves of ex tabs with his tongue & leaning back so you crawl over him, whimpering as you relish in the stimulation. Having you suck coke off his fingers & admiring his reflection in your dilated pupils...

i love this idea too, especially the noncon/dubcon that comes along with it mmmm hehehe

[inkykeiji]

Ik it’s April but hear me out— Touya-nii punishing bratty reader by putting her in a shopping cart and pushing her around Spirit Halloween, not letting her buy anything. Personally I’d cry myself to sleep every night for a week because I love Halloween ;-;

STOOOOOOP ANON I LOVE THIS oh my gosh i love this so much!!! it’s so cute waaaah i also love halloween (especially trying on costumes!) so this would be total torture for me, too!!

[inkykeiji]

Clariii I’ve been wondering, what does Touya-nii’s room look like? And once he gets a place with reader, does he let her decorate? If not, what style does he use to decorate their home? I’m a super girly girl and my whole room is decorated in baby pinks and baby blues with fairy lights and other nauseatingly girly stuff but surely Touya-nii would oppose that for somewhere HE has to live even though he dresses reader in very girly things like her dresses and the choker he gave her for Christmas.

oh my gosh these are SUCH good questions!!! thank you so much for asking!!!

what does touya-nii’s room look like?

i actually see touya’s bedroom as like…almost sterile in a way (ik that sounds funny given his uhhh REPUTATION hehehe), almost clinical. he’s not messy in the slightest (tbh i could absolutely see him yelling at reader to pick her fucking clothes up or to stop leaving them on the bed/chair/ottoman, goddamn it etc hehehe) and he’s not super into colour—i see his sheets as like, white, black, or a very VERY dark navy that nearly appears black. like he’d cycle between those three. i see his walls as a warm beige colour, and he has a MASSIVE desk in there as well, with several locked drawers. his bed is also mammoth (he sleeps like a starfish 70% of the time), possibly pushed against one wall, and he’s definitely got a full entertainment system as well, even though he barely uses it. and that’s it, really!! i feel like he’d keep his clothes in a large walk-in closet; i don’t see him as the type to have a dresser or a wardrobe. overall it’s very neat, very efficient. he hates clutter, and he doesn’t keep more than what he needs in his bedroom at home.

basically, touya’s extreme need for control almost spills into his interior design, where everything needs to be as organized and efficient as possible!!

once he gets a place with reader, does he let her decorate? if not, what style does he use to decorate their home?

when it comes to decorating, he definitely wouldn’t give her free reign (because she’d be exactly like u and me hehehe <3 the condo would end up a pink, delicate, frilly mess if he allowed her to get whatever she wanted) but he would take her opinions and suggestions into consideration. irregardless, there’s evidence of her presence scattered around the place: pretty dishes in the cupboard—pops of pastel pink in a city of porcelain; a super fluffy pink blanket, folded neatly over the white couch; a stuffed animal or two propped up against their plush ivory pillows, looking sorely out of place, etc.

and, in all honesty, he likes that. despite his neat + clean manner, he likes that there’s proof of her in their space. even though he’ll scold her about it, it sends pleasant sparks buzzing through his veins when he finds one of her well-worn novels dog-eared and abandoned on the couch, or when he finds her uni coursework littering the kitchen table, several different coloured pens strewn across the haphazard mess of papers, the screen of her laptop still glowing.

it’s a sweet confirmation—affirmation—of her existence itself; that she’s here, with him, in their cozy, shared, safe place. something that’s theirs and theirs alone.

in terms of his decorating style, touya-nii favours monochrome and minimalism, with a focus on lots of whites, greys, and dark woods. he likes things that are modern and sleek; all sharp smooth lines and hard defined edges—symmetry, perfection, as if it all fits together like some sort of atmospheric jigsaw puzzle.

as such, those traces of his baby may seem so out of place to any visitors, but it doesn’t matter to him—it’s special to him, because it imbues the space with her essence and makes it feel real, makes it feel lived in, makes it feel like a true home <3

[inkykeiji]

What are the twins + reader favorite sleeping positions?? For some reason I find it so cute to imagine their sleeping arrangements in their (most-likly) big-ass bed Touya purchased for the three of them

LOVE THISSSSSS OOOH ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! (n yes ur right their bed is MASSIVE. like, stupidly ginormous hehehe)

touya hates being in the middle, because he’s the largest of the three and acts as a human radiator, meaning when he’s sandwiched in the middle everyone wakes up sweating, rousing in the morning and having to peel the crisp white sheets from their moist bodies and un-stick their skin from one another, hair matted and damp, strands glued to their foreheads and cheeks and necks.

for the most part, dabi hates being in the middle as well, because he’s claustrophobic. but every once in a while, he yearns for it, craves it, needs it—needs to be cocooned between his two favourite people, to be surrounded by their warmth and love, their very auras themselves; tender caressing essences that combine to blanket his form with the most decadent affection; the kind that seeps deep into his bones and snuggles up at his core, warming him from the inside out.

but, as such, reader is most often found nestled between the twins. the three of them usually end up an absolute mess of tangled limbs, with one of the twins on their back, reader on their chest with a thigh thrown over their hip, and the other twin clinging to her back, arms locked around her waist. other times, when frigid wind howls and rattles their windows, when snowflakes are hurled against the glass and bare tree branches scrape and twist and twine together, they all spoon each other, each on their sides as they cling to and cuddle the person in front of them. either way, they’re always touching, knotted together with hitched legs and hooked arms and nuzzled faces <3

and sometimes dabi will sleep on his tummy, usually when he’s taking a nap hehe <3