#that's so self indulgent I'm so sorry

[zhongrin]

i think.

i think zhongli just instinctively knows when you feel down or are putting up a front.

he sees the strain in your smiles. the unshed tears lining your eyes. the way you sniffle a little as you try to hold back tears. the way you blink repeatedly and try to pass it off as 'an eyelash got into my eye'. the subtlest hitch of your breaths and the slightest tremble of your voice. the way you stare off at a distance and unable to meet people's eyes when you talk.

he knows, because he listens and he watches. he knows, because he commits the smallest ticks and the most minuscule things about you into his memories.

he knows, and he wishes you would never have to act in front of him. that you'd trust yourself to him at your most vulnerable. that even if you don't want to talk about it at the moment, he's fine with just being there, cradling you in his arms as he waits for your tears to dry.

for every birds exhausts themselves eventually and needs a nest to return to when it tires of soaring in the skies.

and he'll gladly build you a nest; a home and a safe haven, just for the two of you.

[mrsoharaa]

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 🎀🍰

characters; SatoSugu (Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru) x Reader

cw; none! pure FLUFF! the two dummies being completely lovesick and mopey over their pretty spoiled angel! birthday trope, completely SELF INDULGENT (since it's my bday todayyy <3)

Your lumbering eyes blink heavily to the flaunting streaks of the peeking sun seeping through your bedroom shades. A heavy distinctive weight of multiple objects weighs all over and around your sleeping form, a low grumble tittering off from your supple lips.

Gradually stirring awake from your deep slumber, you glance down at your chest to a note with a beautifully fully blossomed peony taped to the feeble paper. Blinking, you sit upright and take the note into your hands, carefully holding the gorgeous, flourishing flower and reading over the neatly familiar font written in perfect alignment.

Good morning and happy birthday beautiful :)

Sorry that me and Satoru are not there to hold you in our arms and spoil you with endless kisses and affections, but we had to do some...shopping for your surprise for tonight. (I really didn't want to spoil anything about it but I guess I kind of did...)

As you can tell, Satoru had bombarded you with boundless hoards of gifts on you. He was dead set on drowning you in a heap of stuffed animals, jewelry and your favorite type of throw blankets. He's utterly ridiculous, but he loves you incessantly so I suppose that makes up for it haha.

A tender smile seeps onto your cheeks, glancing up and around the bundled stock of adorable stuffed animals, fluffy throw blankets and fancy expensive boxes that you'd presumed to be the priceless jewelry Satoru had hauled for you. Your heart flutters warmly, frantically at the adoring thought.

A bit much don't you think, Toru?

"Oh 'Toru..." you giggle softly under your breath, your softened eyes scrolling back onto the heart felt letter in your free hand.

We should be back home in a few hours or so, so please enjoy your comfortable day lounging about my love. We'll bring home some snacks on our way back.

Oh, and my gift for you (minus the flower of course, because I think I remembered you saying that Peonies were your favorite some time ago) is in in the living room. I hope you like it angel :)

Again, happy birthday princess.

Much love from your goofballs - Suguru + Satoru.

Your heart continues to patter wildly against your chest, smiling ever so giddily to yourself as you glimpse over the mount of gifts hoarding over you. Gently placing the adoring letter on your nightstand, you gently caress the soften petals of the elegant flower, gingerly bringing it to your lips and tending a ghost like kiss to the sweet scented flora. Inhaling the candid natural scent of it's aroma.

"Oh my silly thoughtful boys" you murmur lightly, feeling your eyes swell with happy tears, your heart fluttering happily to the thought of the two idiots you grew to know and love over the years, spoiling you.

Feeling the enthralling excitement swarm in the depths of your stomach, you carefully rise from your gift-cluttered bed and stand onto your toes. Stretching out your limbs, you felt the soft silk of your blush pink night gown grace over the upper plain of your exposed thighs. A tingling, lulling sensation peppering all over your awakening skin.

Still holding onto the flower in your hand, you gleefully make your way into the living room. Stopping immediately at the frame of your bedroom door as your pupils dilate with vast enchantment and wonder.

With your ceiling littered with heart shaped balloons of soft pink, rose gold and white, the dining room table neatly decorated with two tall standing candles, silverware and dishes adroitly placed and pink rose petals lightly scattered along the sleek table cloth and your dishes - you couldn't help the overwhelming warmth resonating deep within your heavy chest.

Those thick, kindred tears welling back at the corners of your blurry irises.

"Suguru..." you hardly whispered out with a soft gasp, blown out watery irises carefully skimming along the beautifully decorated room from their courteous hard work.

Light footing of your delicate steps drew you close to the breath taking scenery displayed out before you. Daintily, you brush the pad of your fingers along the silken table cloth and rose petals that swarmed over your dining room table. Thoroughly, admiring every detail and care they took to prep this, just for you.

Your eyes spot another note in the middle of the table, folded in half and nestled against one of the standing candles.

You carefully take it and open the smaller note.

I hope everything is to your liking angel, I wanted to make everything as perfect as I could for you :) I hope it's not too much.

(Satoru says he helped pitched in, doesn't want to seem like he didn't put in any effort or whatever haha)

Happy birthday sweet girl, dress up nice tonight, we're cooking and tending to you thoroughly tonight. Tonight will be all about you sweetheart.

- Suguru G.

Oh, so he wants you to collapse from a cardiac arrest from all the cuteness and what not?

Grasping onto the small, gracious note and hugging it close to your chest (where your heart rests), you couldn't help the familiar overwhelming feeling of sheer bliss and joyous enlightenment embellish all over your body. Filling your heart and soul with boundless love and adoration.

Tears swiftly cascading down the soften plush of your blossoming cheeks. Breaths catching tightly at the perch of your lungs, heart still restlessly plummeting to the endearing thought of your boyfriends going out of their way to woo you with such enchanting gifts and basking wonderment.

You couldn't help the over joyous feeling coursing through you, titillating excitement pouring through your veins as you rush to your bathroom to get ready for the enticing night!

[messiahzzz]

[megutime]

meet-cute !

tags. fluff. sakura haruka x gender-neutral!reader.

cw. none!

a/n. it's my first time writing so feel free to give your opinions on my mailbox. :]

“c'mon, just get down here you damn cat. ” sakura grumbles while trying to reach for the hissing kitten on the tree branch.

when sakura decided to go on an early morning patrol, he passed by this meowing cat that was stranded on a tree branch in a playground. sakura felt bad for the small kitten so he decided to help it, only thing is, sakura isn't really good with cats.

which led to this laughable situation. sakura has his arms reached out for the kitten but it just keeps hissing at him. if suo and the others see him like this, they definitely won't let him live this down, he thought.

he wants to leave it but he's worries that it might get hurt when it jumps down, can kittens get hurt after jumping off a tree?? he said in his mind.

begrudgingly, he climbs up the tree and tries to reach for the kitten, who scoots away from him while hissing.

as you were walking on your way to school, you see a black and white hair colored boy climbing a tree, and he seems to be reaching for a kitten.

“is he crazy? he's definitely scaring it more by reaching for it like a claw from a claw machine” you softly scoffed.

sakura finally manages to grab a hold of the kitten but it suddenly jumped off his grasp and on to his face, scratching it, which causes him to fall down the tree.

“ oh my god, are you okay!?” you yelled while rushing to him.

you crouched down and looked down at the boy who's covering his face while mumbling curses,

“ uhm, are you okay .. sir?” you asked

sakura took his hands away from his face and opened his eyes, he looked at you with the sun hitting the back of your head. he got surprised on seeing a person so close to his face that he abruptly sits up, causing the two of you to head bump each other.

“ow! what is wrong wit- oh my god, you're face!” you yelped while holding your forehead

“huh?! what's wrong with my face?!” sakura looked at you

“it's bleeding!” you reached for the mini first-aid in your bag, “c'mon, i'll disinfect it.” you reached for his wrist and pull him on to a near bench.

both of you are now sitting on a bench, and you're busy disinfecting the scratches on his face.

why is his face so red? does he have a fever or something? you thought looking at the boy who was as red as a tomato.

“do you have a fever?” you asked him

“n-no .. ” he mumbled, looking away

“okay then ..” you smiled, “there, i'm done disinfecting it, now i just need to add some ointment, okay?”

sakura nods, why are you being so nice time, he's a random stranger for god's sake, he thinks while looking at you preparing the ointment. he wanted to deny you treating him but you were gripping on his wrist and looking at him with your pretty eyes that he just couldn't reject you.

“this might sting a bit” you say as you gently add ointment to the scratches, “and .. i'm done!”

“you'll be okay now” you smiled at him which causes sakura to blush even more.

“thank you, i guess ..” he mumbles

“you're welcome, oh and i'm (your name) by the way, nice to meet you!” you reach out your hand to give him a handshake.

“i'm s-sakura haruka” he hesitantly gives you a handshake, “pleasure to meet you.” he blushes.

sakura .. what a pretty name, it suits his pretty face, you thought. you reach for your phone and looked at the time, shoot i'm gonna be late.

you packed your things and stood up, “i'll be going now, get well soon, sakura!” you beamed at him, waving while jogging away

“y-yeah .. bye” he waved, still sitting on the bench.

i hope i get to meet them again, you both thought to yourselves.

afterwards, sakura went to school, and his friends were shocked to see his face. nirei kept asking him if he's okay, while the others just laughed at him as he explains what happened. (he leaves out the part where you helped him, he's shy.)

[im-yotsu]

It's them...the creachur

Also a turnaround for Rainer's tattoos

[artsyaprilmr]

And this one is for meeee :^)

[96kurtswrld]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚🦋˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

thinking about steve and plus size reader....

thinking about how steve can't keep his hands off of you, can't stop touching you and kissing you all over, feeling your warmth and your curves beneath his lips and his hands. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazy. he loves it. he loves you.

it starts as something simple really. he comes up behind you while you're working away in the kitchen. gentle hands on your hips, his face in the crook of your neck. a deep inhale as he loosens his grip on your hips and runs his hands up your sides and then down again, lowering to your waist. a low groan against your skin, a small "god. you're beautiful, honey" that vibrates down your spine. gentle nipping kisses on your neck as his other hand presses against your lower tummy, hand spread out as wide as he can get it so he can feel all of you under his palm. the hand on your waist is gripping tight. his kisses travel up from the side of your neck to your soft jawline, soft soft soft lips against the skin. "my beautiful girl" murmured against your cheek, lips pressed there next. his hands continue to roam, one hand slipping up your shirt to feel your tummy without the barrier, soft fingers tracing your stretchmarks gently. he traces each one from the bottom curve of your belly all the way up to the underside of your breast, his hand resting there for a moment. "you're all mine, hm?" he murmurs into your ear, pressing his body against your back. his body is warm against yours, but it's not helping the cold shivers that run through you as his hands touch you. "all for me" he growls, his grip tightening on you, getting a soft exhale of his name out of your mouth. his grip becomes possessive on you, his hand running back down your stomach sloooow so slow, until both of his hands can grip your plush hips, rocking you back into his body. "y'so pretty,"

[dogd0m-charlie]

wish i had a cute puppy boy to order around and train to fuck me exactly how i wanna be fucked.

wanna keep him on a leash at all times, not letting him speak, just whine or bark or whimper. no words allowed with me.

wanna lay on my back and spread my legs for him, ordering him to mount me and watching him eagerly obey and climb on top of me. wanna order him exactly the right pace and intensity that he's allowed to fuck me, pulling him in by his leash to kiss him and praise him if he's good, or slap him and tell him "no, bad puppy," if he disobeys.

wanna hold him close and tell him how good he's doing as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, but making him pull out before he can cum in me. because the purpose of him fucking me is to make me feel good, not him. he's only allowed to get his own pleasure later if i decide i want to finger him or fuck his holes, but he can't cum if he's topping me. good puppies only get to cum from being fucked, everyone knows that, silly!

[blindmagdalena]

Heeyy a bit of a self indulgent ask here but I had a phobia/trauma trigger today and it caused me to have a messy sobbing panic attack. Do you have anything on how Homelander would deal with his s/o having a panic attack like that? almost completely inconsolable. I know this is self serving and indulgent and I’m sorry for over sharing homelander is a comfort character for me and you write him exquisitely. If you’re not comfortable with this just ignore

Homelander was sixteen when he had his first panic attack. He'd flown further and faster away than he'd ever had the freedom to and collapsed in a dense woodland, sobbing and rocking his body against the cool forest floor.

He'd pulled his hair so hard it should have come loose, grit his teeth so tightly they should have cracked, and choked so badly on his own constricting throat that it should have caved in.

They didn't. He's invulnerable, after all. As solid as marble.

It was the first attack, but not the last.

That's how he recognizes it so quickly in you.

"Hey," he says, ears attuned to the rabbit-like pound of your heart. "Heyy, hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you see me? Hey." He's only just found you, he doesn't know yet what your trigger was, but he can ascertain that later.

Your staccato breaths and sharp sobs, the sea salt smell of tears streaking your cheeks, are nearly enough to rouse his own panic by proxy. He needs it to stop. He needs you to stop. He cares about you too much for you to scare him like this.

"Hey, you hear me?" He asks, cupping either side of your face. You can't answer through it. Your tongue is gnarled with panic and you're sobbing so hard he fears you'll choke yourself on it. He's not even sure you see him.

He takes you into his arms, one moving smoothly around your waist while the other cups the back of your head. He holds gently at first, grip gradually tightening, compressing your body against his in the hopes that the hammer of your heart will meet and match the steady beat of his own.

"Sssshhhhhhh," he shushes by your ear, lifting you just enough to keep you on your feet, but take from you the weight of your own body.

"I've got you. Whatever it is, it's okay. It's okay. I've got you. M'gonna take care of it, alright? Ssshh," he says, rocking you the same way he used to rock himself in the corner of the bad room, soothing himself with the thump of his own skull against those sterile white walls.

He knows it's working when you slip your arms around him in turn. He continues to hush you, whispering more honeyed assurances in your ear, the core sentiment always the same.

I'm here. You're safe. I love you.

It's everything he can think that he always wanted to hear in these moments of raw, horrifically human weakness.

Eventually, your breaths begin to even out, though your heart continues to thunder in his ears, still convinced that the danger hasn't yet vanished. He tries not to take that personally and scoops you up the rest of the way into his arms.

"That's it, just like that," he coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. "Breathe. Breathe. Good... Light as a feather now, okay? Like you can fly," he tells you, sharing the greatest comfort he's ever known. His only real escape has always been his weightlessness, the ability to shed gravity at will. He uses his strength in an attempt to share even a sliver of that sense of freedom with you.

Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't. All he knows is that your heart starts to slow alongside the flow of your tears. He kisses your wet cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. He whispers praise and love with each one, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," you choke out. He's appalled that would be your first instinct.

"Don't," he says firmly, though his voice is still low. "Don't. I can carry it for you. Carry you. What's the point of super strength otherwise?" He murmurs, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

You almost smile back, and that's enough for him. He kisses the crease between your brows until it smooths, and the highs of your cheeks until the tears dry up, and your lips until they're ready to speak again.

He'll hold you for as long as it takes your body to realize the threat was only ever in your mind, and that there isn't a thing in this goddamn world he would ever let hurt you.

[scificrows]

i like to make fun of murderbot for being all "i hate everyone, i don't care about anything or anyone, fuck off" while simultaneously caring very much about the people around it and the situations it finds itself in. i love how it "accidentally" ends up caring quite a lot about the friends it makes along the way. but i think something that i tend to forget is that murderbot actively decides to care - at least at some point in its story.

idk, as a person that struggles with depression, this paragraph from artificial condition really resonates with me. prior to all systems red, murderbot had contracts. it had routine and it had protocols. it knew what it had to do to just get by, how to perform so no one would notice it had disabled its governor module. it was deeply depressed, yes, but it was functioning (for lack of a better word). in artificial condition, murderbot's routine is gone. it cannot go on in that state of numbly going-from-contract-to-contract, putting in as little effort as possible, consuming media to cope. that option is gone because it escaped (and note that escaping the company was not an active choice, it kinda happened to it). murderbot has two options now: it can either gather all its energy; actively do something new and difficult and distressing; change something in its life and try. or it can let the numbness and the emptiness take over and stop trying. if murderbot wants to survive as a rogue secunit, it has to try. no matter how difficult that is. the wording in that paragraph really hits home for me. the way the non-caring sees an opportunity to slip in and to take over. does murderbot even care? does anything really matter? is anything really worth the hassle? wouldn't it be so much easier to just let your mind slip away a little, to go numb, to be passive, to watch media and wait for things to happen to you? wouldn't it be nice to stop thinking and struggling and feeling complicated things? to stop making an effort? you've been dealing with a lot lately and maybe it's time to just shut down. maybe you'll just take a little break. just slip deeper into this chair and start the show. time flies when you're not paying attention. trying is exhausting. who cares if you don't do the things you wanted to do, you were supposed to do. it'll be fine. let's just ignore those things for now. just let the non-caring take over. just stop thinking. you can deal with the aftermath later. just watch your shows. who cares. but murderbot cares. it decides to care. it decides to fight with all it has and i think that is so brave. and i think in the later books caring is less of an active decision for murderbot. once you start caring, it's easier to keep going than to stop; and murderbot, for all its "i'm a grumpy rogue secunit, leave me alone" behavior, knows just how important caring is. so it's not that it doesn't know what's happening; rather, it lets itself care. tl;dr: caring is not the default for murderbot, it's just the more difficult of two options. and it decides not to take the soft option. it decides to struggle. it decides to care. and so it does.

[jeffy-reblogz]

more hotel redesign stuff (previous ones here and here) because I got inspired

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[emedeme]

A tale of the first winter in the Underworld ❄

[zhongrin]

i. i've been thinking about this lantern rite scene so much... zhongli looks so hskdjsldjlsdj here ok i couldn't help myself leave me alone hnggg i love him i love him i love h- and like. what if.

what if you're also invited to the feast because obviously zhongli is invited so naturally, he brings you, his spouse, as his plus one...

and in this scene you're just so mesmerized by your husband, you're staring. very blatantly, i might add. food forgotten, mouth half open, chopsticks in the air, the food you were about to put in your mouth already fallen down onto your plate. you hear "our consultant truly is impressive" from hu tao and you inwardly agree. he truly is impressive. magnificent. a sight to behold. with a chiseled jaw and a pair of the prettiest eyes, skin carved by the gods and soft silky hair, kissable lips and fluttering eyelashes-

and then zhongli, sensing your stare, glances towards you. your eyes meet. you blush. he gives you a tiny smile, eyes softening at the edges. you proceed to silently scream into your palms.

bonus: meanwhile, lumine who was sitting beside you giggles in amusement. paimon's feels herself losing her appetite.

goodness, as always, this couple is far too lovey-dovey for their own good...

[008-edits]

milgram fourth anniversary icons!

(credit is not needed, but appreciated)

[dailyrannells]

Murray Bartlett & Andrew Rannells in Welcome to Chippendales "Paper Is Paper"