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hanlimz · 4 months

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[midnight thoughts: jungwon + the sublime]

synopsis: after an arduous battle, jungwon isn't sure if he's going to make it, but he has to say something before he goes. pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader genre/warnings: spiderwon!au, angst with happy ending / mentions of blood, discussions of death, overall angsty themes but no one actually dies!, lots of confessions of love, and weird inclusion of "the sublime" bc we talked abt it in my eng class, also NOT proofread :,) wc: ~2.4k (haha OOPS) a/n: heyyyy how yall doin :))))) this has been sitting in my drafts forEVER ... and i finished it at 1am b4 my first day of school so be warned for inconsistencies / i liked the first half of this drabble but the second half is not my fave ,, so sorry that i couldn't do you justice spiderwon

yang jungwon never believed in the concept of the sublime. that uncanny mixture of overwhelming fear and unsettling fascination never managed to make an impression on him. especially in his line of work, jungwon is firm in his notion of death: when the time comes, a vast blackness will consume him; the void will leech away his life, and he will cease to exist. there will be no theatrics, no white light, no booming voice or angel song—only a comforting emptiness welcoming him into the dark.

now, however, jungwon lies alone in a familiar back alley; the tips of his fingers are numb from the amount of blood he's lost, and he can hardly lift his head up from the brick wall it's resting on. the palms of his hands are stained a deep crimson as he attempts to stop the river of red spilling from his thigh. jungwon admires the eerily beautiful way in which the body lets go; glinting in the dim street lights, his wounds glitter like rubies in a summer sunset. at this point, succumbing to his injuries seems inevitable, and jungwon thinks there may be some truth to be found in sublimity.

but, he's not ready to die. not yet—not with so many things left undone, so many things left unsaid.

with the little strength he has left, jungwon reaches for his backpack hidden in the nook behind the dumpster. he pulls out his phone and dials a number number he knows by heart; his cold fingers fumble over the screen, and he curses his current lack of dexterity. eventually, though, the machine begins to ring. the sound grates on his ears as he waits with bated breath for you to pick up.

"hello?" you croak, your question laden with sleep, "who is it?"

a breathy chuckle escapes jungwon's lips. he had forgotten how late it was, how you mentioned earlier that you had a calulus exam tomorrow, and just how gorgeous you sounded when you were tired. "sorry, [y/n] ... didn't mean to wake you," jungwon sighs, "just wanted to hear your voice."

"won, seriously?" you scoff, "this couldn't have waited 'til tomorrow? i mean, it's—it's two in the morning ... i was literally just dreaming about acing that calc test."

a dopey grin fastens itself to jungwon's lips as he wills his eyes to stay open. if he falls asleep, he knows there's a possibility that he won't get back up; so, he indulges for a bit, listening to your fatigued grumbling and smiling like an idiot. "honestly, m'not sure if tomorrow's in my cards, [y/n]," he admits, trying to hide how labored his breaths are becoming, "'nd i jus' wanted to hear you one last time."

"yang jungwon, what the hell are you—" jungwon knows exactly when you realize he's in trouble. he knows exactly when you realize he's not messing with you. the abrupt pause, the hitch in your breath, the way you inhale through your teeth—it's almost too obvious. "oh fuck," you continue, "oh shit ... won, where are you? are you hurt? what can i do to help?"

jungwon coughs out a laugh, "'m in the alley off jackson ave, 'nd i think i've bled on every piece of old furniture back here, if that says anything."

your breathing is frantic. jungwon listens to the sound of rustling clothes and the occasional thud of your foot as it hits your bed frame. you're cursing and mumbling and unravelling at the seams, searching for whatever you can that might help you help jungwon. out loud, you go through a list: gauze, neosporin, saline.

"am i missing anything?" you ask, not expecting a response.

"bandages?" jungwon replies.

"bandages!" you exclaim, "i almost forgot the fucking bandages?" there's more noise on the other side of the phone, and jungwon doesn't let himself relax until he hears your window crack open. metal clangs as you rush down the fire escape; he wills the beating of his heart to match the tempo of your feet against the steps. jungwon wills himself to stay alive. and, it's almost as though you can read his mind through the phone. "don't you dare fall asleep, yang jungwon. talk to me about something—anything—just don't fall asleep."

he racks his brain for a topic of conversation; the nerves building in his stomach as he anticipates next week's orgo exam, the cat he rescued from a tree in queensbridge park earlier today, the new thai restaurant that opened up near his apartment building. options race through his mind, but all of jungwon's thoughts lead back to you.

"i love you," jungwon says, abrupt yet resolute.

"oh god." you suck in an incredulous gasp, "you're delirious. this is—"

"i'm not delirious," he interrupts, voice hauntingly clear. "i know what i'm saying. and, i'm saying that i love you, [y/n] [l/n]."

for a moment, the line crackles with a thick, viscous silence that seeps through the grainy static; it's heavy, almost too real, and jungwon listens to the sound of your shoes slamming against the pavement until you speak again. "okay," you sigh, something unreadable swimming behind your words, "keep talking to me, jungwon."

jungwon takes in a deep breath before speaking again. his whole body is cold now, and if it weren't for the weakness spreading throughout his veins, he's positive his teeth would be chattering. inhaling the concoction of gasoline fumes, freshly dumped trash, and frigid, autumn air, jungwon feels the chill of the reaper creeping up the length of his spine. its spindly fingers beckon him into that same darkness he was once so sure of, once so okay with. but, jungwon can't let himself give in to its temptation. after all, he has someone waiting for him.

"you give me this feeling," jungwon declares in an inexplicable moment of lucidity, "'nd i dunno how to explain it. it's—it's like ... i look at you, and you pull me in. an invisible string, maybe? fate? true love? i'm—i have no idea what to call it. you always make me want to know more, even though i've known you forever. since we were kids, [y/n]—i've felt like this for years. and, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for not telling you earlier, for not telling you when i told you about the whole spiderman thing.

"i'm such an idiot for making you worry. someone who loves you shouldn't do that to you, i shouldn't do that to you. and, god [y/n]—i love you so much. you're this force of nature, you know? drawing me in, even though it's dangerous. and, even though i'm terrified of what the consequences might be, i love you so much that i'm afraid to die without saying it at least once.

"i'm—i'm so sorry for being so stupid, because—" jungwon whispers with a shaky voice, teetering on the edge of consciousness, "i love you, [y/n]. i love you."

jungwon's hearing is fading in and out, and his vision is growing blurry; but, the sounds of your footsteps accompanied by the incessant drone of his phone keeps him from slipping into that overwhelming darkness. you take in a sharp breath, and his head lolls in your direction. jungwon's lips are molded into a mindless, faraway smile; his eyes are misted over, foggy with both pain and fatigue. he's not all there, but he still manages to be cheerful. it astounds you.

rushing over to begin applying all the first aid supplies you managed to stuff into your backpack. wound-wash, gauze, bandage, wound-wash, gauze, bandage, wound-wash gauze bandage, wound-washgauzebandage. the sheer amount of blood that has been leeched from his body makes you dizzy; your head is spinning as you try to calculate just how many pints would be equal to what you've just sopped up. glancing up at your best friend (crush? lover?) you see that his eyes have drooped shut. his skin is pallid, his lips are pale, his neck is craned at an awkward angle as it rests on his shoulder. and, your heart stops because you didn't get to say it back.

"no. no, no, no ... won—jungwon, wake up!" a storm brews in your stomach. it starts as a mellow rain pattering against the lining of your intestines, then becomes a raging tempest as it bubbles up and out of your throat. "please, please, please! i got here in time, i swear—i never cared about the stupid, fucking calc test! i cared about you, i care about you! and, i'm here now, so you can't leave. you can't leave me."

an inhuman shriek claws through your lips, ricocheting against the brick walls that seem to be caving in around you; the weight of the world crashes into your frail shoulders, threatening to crush you. as you inch even closer to jungwon's shrouded figure, your pants are soaked through with a crude mixture of blood and rainwater. you reach out for him and cup his cheek with a trembling hand, and part of you swears his skin is still warm to the touch.

but, hope has no place here.

instead, you cradle his head and heave his body to rest against yours. he is astonishingly heavy; you can feel his muscles ripple beneath the tips of your fingers, but you're already convinced. your best friend is dead. slowly, the cement will absorb his heat, and he will grow cold. as the morning draws nigh, you will be forced to put his mask back on and leave him for someone else to find. then, the news articles will pour in, and the city will have stolen not only his life, but his death as well. tears are wetting his scalp as you bury your nose into his sweat-caked hair. you're gripping at his suit so hard you think the threads might snap, and the throbbing in your head is nothing compared to the agony in your heart.

the wailing doesn't stop until, in your peripherals, you see his finger twitch. sucking a staggering breath through his nose, jungwon cracks open a tired eye to gaze up at you. "i would—" he coughs out with a wince, "i would never leave you."

in your stupor, his voice doesn't register first. his mouth moves, but no sound escapes him; then, the words play over again in your mind while his lips remain closed. seconds melt into minutes, and you float away from your body. a numbness overtakes you as you stare at the scene before you from about five feet away; your fingers are still clutching at the suit fibers, the pajamas you chose earlier tonight are now saturated with blood, and jungwon is breathing. jungwon is breathing. jungwon is breathing.

snapping back into yourself, you place a weak hand on his chest. steadily, certainly—it rises and falls; the beating of his heart, though shallow and slow, thrums beneath your palm. shifting your stare to his face, you are greeted once again by a familiar, wry smile. jungwon is alive. despite all odds, the boy you love is alive; and, try as you might, you can't really help yourself.

"[y/n]?" he croaks, quirking the eyebrow above his less swollen eye, "can you hear—"

"i love you, too."

the utterance dangles precariously in the frigid midnight air. jungwon's lack of response causes your stomach to churn until he relexes further into your frame, huffing out a pained laugh. he lets himself rest for a moment, relishing in the warmth he manages to leech from your skin. "it wasn't ... wasn't supp—supposed to happen like this, you know?" jungwon protests, voice catching on his fatigue and discomfort. "i ... had everything planned—planned out."

"won, you don't—"

baring his teeth, he lifts a hand to hold the one you kept on his chest and barrels through your objection. "i was gonna take you to the met ... gonna take you for a pic—a picnic in central park." jungwon sputters, pressing his forehead against your upper arm, "then, we would swing ... back to your apartment. 'nd, i was gonna tell—tell you. tell you about how i feel."

still supporting his neck with your arm, you move to take his face in your palm once more. jungwon's gaze is sharper than it was just minutes ago—more focused, more alert. the emotions swirling in those deep pools of raw umber are more multitudinous than the stars they reflect. gratitude, torment, joy, defeat, love. bridging the gap that had separated the two of you for so long, you stop just shy of his lips. a dynamic heat emanates from them; jungwon is practically vibrating under your touch, living and breathing.

"are you okay?" you ask, "is this okay?"

jungwon answers by pushing himself up—closing the distance, sharing your breath, connecting your souls. salt and iron dance on his tongue as your tears mingle with his blood. it's a hypnotizing concoction—one that threatens to send him reeling, one that threatens to have him spinning out with no hope of return. fireworks explode behind his eyelids, a myriad of bright reds and vibrant oranges blinds him, and jungwon uses what is left of his strength to grip your wrist; he grounds himself and allows his lungs to burn as he breathes you in.

after a while, however, your parting is instinctual as the lack of oxygen forces you apart—two bodies trying to preserve themselves long enough to meet again. with a labored sigh, jungwon slumps backwards and tucks his chin to catch your gaze. in that moment, he finds himself frozen; his essence is suspended motionless, positively bewitched by you. in the silence, where all he can sense is you, jungwon embraces the ever-present warmth that has flourished within him. it floods his being with a terrifyingly powerful adoration for you. it is nothing like he has ever felt before, and though he is brave enough to confess, this extent of his love for you—it scares him.

however, as your skin glows in the light of the moon and your eyes pool with the desire for a future with him, jungwon digs his feet in and roots your love deep within his heart. he refuses to let this fear grow in its place; instead, he vows to nurture it, to care for it, to protect it. as he lies in your arms, jungwon rejects the sublime once more and chooses for himself.

"i love you, [y/n]," he whispers into your palm.

the world seems to go quiet as it listens for your response.

"i love you, too, jungwon."

#enhypen fluff #enha fluff #jungwon fluff #enhypen headcanons #; — cass writes: jungwon #enhypen #jungwon headcanons #jungwon imagines #jungwon reactions #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha angst #enhypen angst #enha x reader #jungwon x reader

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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My fave thing abt Miggy is that when you first meet him, he’s all cold and has a tendency to brush you off aand now he doesn’t even want you to go out of bed 🤭🤭🤭

He’s just so whipped for his Mr/Mrs/Mx. O’Hara fr!!!

HE FR IS !!! i'm gonna include some bonus scenes from my AUtober day 1 fic if you don't mind ~~~

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

double feature 2: he's not smitten with you. miguel o'hara x gn!reader

"hey, miguel."

"..."

"mig, mig, hey mig!"

"..."

"miiiiiiigueeeeeel!"

"..."

"dammit mig, would you just look at me?"

he sighed and begrudgingly turned around, his light brown, chestnut colored eyes piercing into your gaze. he ran a hand through his wispy, tousled, dark brown hair and grunted. "what do you want?" he'd always act like he wants nothing to do with you, and that's probably true–about a year ago, he was the aloof, dissociative man everyone in the spider society came to fear and revere all at the same time. he had this tendency to be dismissive and brush people off, being all sarcastic and witty to express how he wanted others to leave him alone or to go away. you always fell victim to that snarky, rude miguel, who you've dubbed as, 'grouchy'.

"oh, grouchyyyy!" would ring through the headquarters' walls, and you didn't mind the fact that miguel would reprimand you for such a 'disrespectful' nickname–you didn't mind how furious he'd be with you for basically mocking him and pointing out his attitude; no, all that mattered was you getting a reaction out of him whenever you'd call him that, and you succeeded in this very venture every. single. time.

he'd scoff and roll his eyes at the nickname, folding his arms over his broad chest and crinkling his thick eyebrows at your little pet name for him. "quit it." he'd command you to do so every time, but it only made your teasing little moniker for him more frequently heard; and ironically... he gradually stopped chiding you for using it. he came to terms that you wouldn't quit calling him that, and he decided not to fight that feeling anymore and just let you call him whatever. but only behind closed doors, mind you–he'd strangle you if you ever called him 'grouchy' in front of the other spider people.

half a year passes, and you went from calling him 'grouchy' to 'miggy'. you honestly believed that hearing that nickname would piss him off, but it kind of had the opposite effect, really–he grew accustomed to the nickname and would pause for a minute before telling you to, 'call him miguel'. you never did call him just 'miguel', and he was sort of hoping that... you wouldn't stop calling him so. on random days when you'd call him 'o'hara' or 'miguel', he'd do a double take and nod, acting a little disappointed that the first thing that came out of your mouth was a–

"oh, yeah, don't forget to take care of yourself–miggy."

oh, fuck.

his heart is aching at the sound of that, throbbing and palpitating rapidly. and though it was for a mere few seconds, his heart skipped too fast for him to keep up with; he... had never felt that before. not ever before this moment–it was... wow. "i... yeah, y-you too." he'd reply, the words escaping his lips sounding foreign as he asks himself in a billion different ways: 'was that real? did i just... say that?'

eventually, some time passed, and miguel followed your stead and reserved a nickname for you: "mi dulce", his... sweet. he never continues it, because to him, there's not really any label for you–you're not quite his friend, he's closer to you than that, and you... aren't his lover yet; though you are the sweetest, you are his sweet.

and a year later... he's calling all kinds of names–from 'cariño' to 'mi amor' to 'mi ángel'–he's really outdone you in pet name department several times over. not a day goes by anymore without him being the one to fuss over you, make you snacks and meals when you come to visit him, remind you to drink water, sleep on time, and to eat at least three times a day, and... calling you his beloved, each and every day, with less embarrassment the more you smile at him and share the same sentiment with him and for him.

"mi amor–"

"yeah?"

"...take care out there, mi dulce amor."

"of course i will, and so should you, miggy."

and with that... he smiles.

nothing else could make him smile like this all genuinely and gleefully, not anything, not anyone else–just you and your perfect smile.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

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summercreolefanfictioner · 11 months

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Forever laughing at people who think Gabimaru would be the harem king of the story. Meanwhile the fact we have the real harem king, Lord Jikka who ready to packs all the characters, both female and male, including you anime watchers, to his place.

I think it's bcos people got used to the old ways where the MC always has a harem for some reason? plus many series before have the isekai with harem or anything with harem basically so they thought Gabimaru will also have the same trope even tho Kaku-sensei has never drawn Gabimaru romantically with other girls other than Yui

plus like what I have said, many people romanticize things (which I understand bcos I also have crack ships that I pair a lot lol) but yeah as long as you accept canon facts and don't blatantly assume things just bcos your fave pair is sitting next to each other or what, then it's fine

fun fact: I know Jikka has a harem but did you know that another guy who has a harem that he is so oblivious about is Shion?

according to Jigokuraku light novel (my friend recently told me abt this), Shion has absolutely no idea that he has tons of girls having a crush on him so yeah imagine him walking the streets of Edo being so harmless and handsome like that.

another fun fact: while I do have an immense crush on Tenza and Shion, I just found out from Jigokuraku Kaitai Shinsho Q&A that the most popular guy out of all the ranked Asaemons is Shugen 👀

I KNOW WHY SHUGEN IS THE MOST POPULAR OUT OF ALL OF THEM BUT I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THAT FACT

#jigokuraku #hell's paradise #gabimaru #gabimaru the hollow #gabiyui #gabimaru x yui #yui hell's paradise #yui jigokuraku #yamada asaemon shion #yamada asaemon shugen #yamada asaemon tenza #yamada asaemon jikka

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ezralva · 9 days

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I came here after reading your Choso&Yuji fics, I love them! 🥰The scenes where they are training blood manipulations are my fave, filling in the gap in the current manga chapters for me so thank you! Your author's notes very interesting but there are some things I don't quite understand. My questions:

1. Was it ever explained how Yuji can do blood manipulation? And how he get the red claws?

2. Since Choso is a Kamo, does that mean he's related with kamo, the young one? I'm still confused because I saw some fans said they are not while some said they are and the fanpage says that Choso's father is Kamo the younger's ancestor, which means they are related?

3. Does that mean Yuji had a Kamo blood too because he's Kenjaku son? Like perhaps his mother? Because why is it different between them? Why Choso reacted like that to Yuji's blood but not to the other Kamo?

4. Are the memories Choso had about Yuji is from him alone or the influence from Yuji's cursed energy?

Sorry if my questions sound very dumb to you! myb cos I was skipping a lotta chapters of the manga to catch up with current arc (I almost skipped the whole culling game thing) but I watched the anime and still not understanding a lot.

Btw my fav is your Light at the end of dark tunnel and I'm actually sad that it hasn't been updated for long despite you still write new fics for new pairings 🥲 but I dont mean to rush you or anything, just hoping one day it will be updated again 🙏

Thank you for liking my stories and telling me about it! Ah I guess it does get confusing if you don't read the manga in order. In fact I've seen manga readers still confused abt the same things as yours so no, they are not dumb questions! Hwvr, to answer, it'd be better to go into manga's chronological orders so it'd be easier to understand...so beware of long answers ahead.

1. It was nvr explained explicitly but heavily hinted, which from the ways Gege does thing so far, which is not always spitting out everything for readers. It could be perceived as true. It happened in ch 220. I'll explain later below.

2. Yep, by all means they are related. I think this much is pretty clear from the narrative even if you're an anime-only let alone read the manga. Related as in coming from the same clan/ancestry line/bloodline. Iirc I explained this in end notes of ch 1 of my long fic. Blood Manipulation is a prized CT that is passed down only thru bloodline/genetics. It wasn't a sporadic thing like Geto's curse manipulation CT. It is the same as Zenin's 10 shadows and the Gojo fam' Limitless/Six Eyes. The fact that Choso has it despite being incarnated in an irrelevant non-sorcerer body meant that his Kamo's blood from his papa (Kamo Noritoshi Sr) still runs fully thru his current body. The concept of JJK is mostly how a soul cud modify the body. For Choso this is def the case cz there was 1 panel where he said he cud no longer sense the prev body owner's soul/essence. So, as a cursed object of a Kamo blood, he had taken over the body fully. Back to the question, howvr, to which degree he's related to Noritoshi Jr we might nvr find out unless GG care enough to lay out the Kamo family tree. They could be as distantly-related as Gojo with Yuuta or more direct line in family. But I don't see how that wud ever happen cz it's neither important to the plot nor is it important to any of the character's narratives.

So yeah, the opinions that said they are completely unrelated are definitely off the mark. It's silly tbh, cz it doesn't take a lot to comprehendthis particular narrative 😅. The BM technique and the great 3 clans backgrounds were there to confirm. I personally think, they must be branching a lot so it's not straight vertical line. Cz Kamo Sr had offsprings and cud have more legitimate offsprings outside the Death Paintings, it cud be said he wud be like a great great greaaat granduncle to Noritoshi Jr (which explains why the fanpage says Kamo Sr was Kamo jr's ancestor) and since Choso, Eso, and Kechizu didnt have offsprings they wud be more like great great greaaat grandcousins or cousins 8-10 times removed lmao. That's how clan family works.

Which brings us to the next Q that is Yuuji. Remember that Yuuji is always the special case.

3. Yuuji is by no means a Kamo even till now. He got BM technique thru acquired means which in ch 220 heavily hinted that he ate the rest of Death Paintings remains (as permitted by Choso). All the Death Paintings had BM like I said before cz they are of Kamo's descendants, only the properties that were different. For Choso it's poison. For Eso is rotten blood.

This is why, despite being born from Kenjaku who once inhabited Kamo Sr's body, Kenjaku didnt pass down BM to Yuuji cz once again, BM is a CT that is passed thru literal bloodline. Which is why we never saw him did BM while in Geto's body. Kenjaku being in Kaori's body who wasn't a Kamo cud not pass that CT down to Yuuji. He cud howver, resist Choso's poisonous cursed blood due to him being the other's papa.

By eating the Death Paintings' remains, Yuuji gained access to BM thru their souls which modify Yuuji's being. Most likely his red claws came from one of the Death Paintings' properties as well. This is the same to how he got stronger and gained more CE by eating Sukuna's fingers, which are also cursed objects, and how Gojo said he wud 1 day gain access to Sukuna's CT. Yuuji's body is such that after ingesting cursed objects, his soul gained control instead of being devoured like how Choso's soul took over the human body he incarnated in. It's why it doesn't make Yuuji a Kamo because he's still the one in control, not the Death Paintings he ingested.

4. I think 👆 has explained it. The memories are one-sided on Choso and they never happened. It's due to the bond between their cursed blood.

Why Choso reacted differently between Yuuji and the other Kamos? Simply cz Choso's narrative is designed to be a character who lives by and for his little brothers only. When it comes to the Death Paintings, they have cursed blood, don't they? Their CE and blood come as a package and cannot be separated. Which imo explains why it's not exactly literal/biological blood that bond him with Yuuji but rather the cursed properties in it, courtesy of Kenjaku's hopping bodies that brought and passed along his CE's components to all his offsprings and that's it...not the host bodies' genes or anything else. This is also why it's only Choso who felt the bond and not Yuuji cz Yuuji's CE didn't rely on his cursed blood back then. I didn't know abt it now though that he had eaten Choso's other little brothers and gained new properties to his bodies.

Unless somehow, when Choso and the brothers were inside the tubes their souls went to another cycle of life with Yuuji in another life lmao. But this one is my headcanon so dont take it seriously.

Thanks for the encouragement. I don't have any excuse abt it but I'll try updating the long fic when I can. That one is sth I took on more seriously which is why the writing process is much harder than the occasional one-shots that I've published. Much harder to hype myself to keep up with it as well. Plus I have lots of ideas come and go that keep swimming in my head and always have these sudden urges to tackle new dynamics when I came across a refreshing different pairing 😂

#anywayss hope my answers help you to understand the characters better!#ask #jujutsu kaisen #choso #itadori yuji #kamo noritoshi #kenjaku #meta #jjk spoilers

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woundthatswallows · 10 months

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if you have time, can you tell us what your favorite films of all time are? in no particular order (your blog is inspiring)

yess i would love to🖤🖤 and thank you so much!! i'm so happy to hear that, spreading film inspiration is my fave thing abt this place :) i'll do chronological order and put a ⭐️ next to my top top faves that make me want to scream when i think of them etc ! this is going to be Long .... but i swear all of these make me crazy. when u watch a lot of movies u have a lot of all time faves <3

the passion of joan of arc 1927⭐️

city lights 1931

design for living 1933⭐️

it happened one night 1934

history is made at night 1937

bringing up baby 1938

midnight 1939

the lady eve 1941⭐️

arsenic and old lace 1944⭐️

sunset boulevard 1955⭐️

all about eve 1950

rear window 1954

carnival of souls 1962⭐️

cléo de 5 - 7 1962

the servant 1963

repulsion 1965

les demoiselles de rocherfort 1967⭐️

secret ceremony 1968⭐️

teorema 1968⭐️

the cremator 1969⭐️

multiple maniacs 1970⭐️

harold and maude⭐️

let's scare jessica to death 1971⭐️

sophie's way 1971

pink flamingos⭐️

la rose der fer 1973

female trouble 1974

vampyres 1974

scenes from a marriage 1974

the rocky horror picture show 1975⭐️

jeanne dielman 1975

nashville 1975

the witch who came from the sea 1976

l'une chante l'autre pas 1977⭐️

3 women 1977⭐️

hausu 1977⭐️

girlfriends 1978⭐️

possession 1981⭐️

the beyond 1981

la morte vivante 1982⭐️

valley girl 1983

a zed & two noughts 1985 ⭐️

blue velvet 1986⭐️

moonstruck 1987⭐️

wings of desire 1987⭐️

evil dead ii 1987

hellraiser 1987

hellbound: hellraiser 2 1988

dead ringers 1988⭐️

the cook the thief his wife & her lover 1989

wild at heart 1990⭐️

goodfellas 1990⭐️

nekromantik 2 1991⭐️

twin peaks fire walk with me 1992⭐️

the living end 1992

dazed and confused 1993⭐️

natural born killers 1994⭐️

angela 1995

crash 1996⭐️

kissed 1996⭐️

les deux vampires 1996

ringu 1998

10 things i hate about you 1999

ginger snaps 2000⭐️

cecil b demented 2000⭐️

american psycho 2000⭐️

hedwig and the angry inch 2001⭐️

la pianiste 2001⭐️

dans ma peau 2002⭐️

inland empire 2006

martyrs 2008⭐️

phantom thread 2017⭐️

the velvet underground 2021

here's my letterboxd list of faves too that has some more too- did this mostly off the top of my head. + this is my tentatively ranked top 30!

#🖤💞#asks #film recs

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subskz · 1 year

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Hi, I'm more feral than usual bc I fucked up my tongue horribly so brain is going brrrr.

Welcome to Pink in Pain Feral Hours.

Conditioning our Yenie.. cause hello, it's me, hi <3 corruption kink and inexperienced Yenie enthusiast here 🩷 (the inclusion of a light pink, plain heart emoji has made my life better)

Thinking abt his thighs pressing together every time you touch him in a new spot or the sweet little sighs he'd let out while you start to give him hickies.

And yk what?!

Duo oral fixation! And size kinks! Bc Pink said so.

I have a non-sexual oral fixation (i have a habit of chewing and sucking on things and currently thinking abt buying a chew necklace for myself)(and let's also all laugh bc I have a sensitive gag reflex) and I think it could be a fun dynamic of both dom and sub having an oral fixation.

Bc picture it: The wide eye look Yenie would give when you start to suck on his fingers (and the hard-on, lmao) so when he shyly asks if he can suck on your fingers too? Hello? The vision is visioning.

Any chance he gets, he is asking if he can suck on your fingers, neck, chest, etc. Once that door gets open, hard to get it closed.

And, ofc, is it a Pink-laced Yenie ask if I don't mention his ootd?

It is a commonality to see pictures, in the album, of him, sucking on your fingers and chest.

OH NO that sounds very painful i hope you’re alright!! 😰 what better remedy than letting off some steam w our resident babygirl~

conditioning sweet clueless jeongin…one of my fave topics of conversation hehe poor thing is so lost and terribly inexperienced but the way he fumbles so cutely through it all, looking to you for guidance and being willing to do anything just to gain your approval is a million times more exciting anyway 😽 please the thought of him gasping and reflexively squeezing his thighs together when you brush over an extra sensitive spot is so good…you might have to hold his legs apart for him bc baby doesn’t know how to control himself yet <3

doms w oral fixations gang rise up!! both you and innie having one is such a vision indeed i love it…it’d be cute if he didn’t even realize he had one at first but after you notice him chewing on the drawstrings of his hoodies so often or subconsciously playing w his lips you start to catch on and decide to initiate it w him >:) the way his voice would crack so adorably as he asks what you’re doing when you take his fingers into your mouth…he can’t figure out why he doesn’t want you to stop until it dawns on him how hard he’s become 🥰

the return of your legendary ootd concept!! picturing the polaroids taken in your pov from above w yeni nestled into your chest looking so content n peaceful w smth occupying his mouth ㅠㅠ i’m in shambles

#ask #pink #💌 innie #long post #time to study the correlation between tongue pain and innovation bc you took no prisoners here today…#i hope youre feeling better now 😭

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joeythefrog · 2 months

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Okok pls tell me more abt dasher and soarrow. Also u said u could get more into the group with the deer names??

ACTUALLY GIGGLING RN

I'm not too sure what to describe as more so I'm just going to go with some general stuff off the top of my head (not all of it will be cannon but I will specify)

Sparrow was one of Spot's birdies (specifically mentioned from 92sies) Birdies were younger newsies who (in my hcs) communicated through whistles and calls. Canonically they were spies all over the city -nobody suspects the kid. They would deliver the news to Spot and he would use it (not all of it was helpful but he was happy to let them twitter on about the seamstresses new fabrics or whatever they had heard or seen)

Dasher and Sparrow were friends as kids, the type to get married under the slides. While the two did have a certain dislike for one another they really only fought for a few minutes before getting distracted. As they got older they grew distant, both gaining more power in their respective burough. The two began a rivalry instead.

Dasher would daily hear the phrase "a little birdie told me -insert insult-", Sparrow was getting hit by paper planes made out of newspapers wherever he went. But despite their hate for one another they refused to be apart.

Eventually they got over it when Sparrow left Manhattan without his bag accidentally and Dasher returned it. The two ended up dating later on.

Both are incredibly competitive and fighting is their love language. Dasher has unruly brown hair and Sparrow has light brown fluffy hair that is always longer than it probably should be. He's the frailer of the birdies and was the one who assigned each birdie a bird. He has buckteeth and a tooth gap, similar to how Dasher is that kid who was always missing a tooth.

Despite looking like a strong breeze could kill him, Sparrow is reckless and impulsive: a perfect match for Dasher who is all of those things but in a different way.

(I couldn't fit the deer littles in without it being super long but here is Dasher and Sparrow, aka my fave underrated newsies) If anyone has any questions about the birdies or deer or just any hc's in general then my asks are always open

#newsies #newsies fandom #dasher (newsies)#sparrow (newsies)#fansies #brooklyn littles #brooklyn birdies #manhattan deer #racetrack higgins

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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HES SO CUTE!!! i lowkey relate to him, but ill love him anyways tho!!! i wanna ask so bad abt what happened wirh him but idk if ull tell usss

assuming we are talking about the ex-cd guitarist, then...yes, ofc. i've been impatiently anticipating this day, haha. it's Very Important lore!

it's also EXTREMELY LONG. soz if it hurt your eyes...and heart, rip.

tldr; i wanted this message to be typed with a lot more flair/finesse, but my fingers are freezing from the rain and i am in...A Foul Mood. however, answering my asks, while often labor intensive bc of the detail i allocate in them, is a labor of love because i love, Love, LOVE sharing my stuff w/ you! and what's more? i live, laff, luv all of you. <3

so, w/o further ado, pls enjoy ur Nina Lore down in the crotch.

now...if we can rem(ember) what i wrote at the very ( rock ) bottom of an origin story ask that i answered like a bajillion years ago, i tried to make an Crucial distinction abt the identity of ex-cd guitarist ( scott malkinson ), who during side a of rm!part three ( aka the part of the flashbacks that feature our favorite messy band boys pre-cd, being broke boys and doing drunk degen things together ), we learned was god's sweet angel, a bespeckled, glasses-wearing, awkward nerd boy king. as well as the only og non-musician of the c.d. boys who stan, ofc, taught how to play guitar, so he could b in their silly band.

which BLEW UP one day after they were scouted by...Tenorman Records...v interesting name, yeah? ;) and were hot boy franksteined into the og lineup of crimson dawn...where sweet scott became...

Evil Thot Foulkinson :/.

which i blame COMPLETELY on the boys having to be made over and made into whatever little overblown rockstar caricatures management and specifically their Manager wanted them in.

i would say kenny was the least doctored or altered by management because they already had that bde, punk rock star quality about them, tbh, the only thing the label really did was put the skeleton mask muzzle on ken and shove our fave secretly immortal bassist to alll the way to the back, bc while they def had the innate charisma and celebrity influence to carry cd, kenny was unpredictable and a liability, stan also had The Voice & was a lot easier to manipulate. </3

after them, jimmy was probably the second least altered by tenorman records because jimbabwe was mostly just meant to fill a disability quota with the cerebral palsy and everything, he's mainly in the back with his hard asf emo-boy drum kit, but he's more Prop than person.

okay, oddly enough, rae is actually NOT the most made over member in cd because he was already our emo boy halloween king and Super stoked to be a rock star. like the person taking care of ravenstan ( and kenny sometimes ) was seriously worried about even sending the boys off to LA to Pursue Their Passion bc, lbr, it was...pretty dangerous given ~stan's little situation~ ( aka literally faking his identity and bEING IN HIDING AFTER COMITTING ARSON AND ACCIDENTALLY MURDERING SHELLEY ) plus...it's just hard to make it big in some unforgiving city as musicians. Period.

but they...did it!

but at what cost? bc...

i will say however, that stan was definitely...coerced into doing The Raven Thing because it directly conflicts with his gentler, more soft-spoken personality, my man has literally no rhythm...like, at all...and stan actually does get pretty bad stage fright, so being the guy up front was pretty nerve wracking just bc he's not really built like that.

but you know!!! he was excited!!! being a rock star, being famous and the glitz, the glamor and grandeur of everything!!! it's all very shiny. but all that glitters is not gold my friends...and heavy ( metal ) is the head that wears the the light up kraken kitty gamer headset, lmao.

moving on to lovely...lovely scotty, who, sigh, definitely had the most Drastic and seemingly fantastic transformation. because wearing gpa glasses, thrift store sweaters, old navy jeans and reciting multi-syllable medical terminology doesn't exactly scream Sexy.

quite frankly, it practically whispers, which is great when you're in the Library...but that doesn't really rock and roll with the punk rock image cd was supposed to curate so...they made scott...

into Thot.

( bOOOOO!!!! )

appearance wise, they retired the grandpa glasses and gave scott contacts, they styled his hair and kept it short ( rip the middle part ), changed his WHOLE wardrobe ( but instead of them being like raven you can't keep wearing cringey, sriracha stained anime tee-shirts, the big baggy pants and being a nasty, disgusting, boy. you, have to be HOT, lmao, they told scott something similar but it was more along the lines of scott, you can't look like a librarian, you have to look like you shred electric guitar in the biggest punk rock band in the world ) so sweaters were sleeveless shirts, his lowly sensible slacks became designer, they put ice on his wrists and made him

...Cool.

which would be less important if he were in the back like ken and jimjam, but as the lead guitarist of cd, he had to be in the front next to Raven, which meant he had to be almost as cool as raven...

almost.

because ravenstan was the front man of crimson dawn...

and scott was just the guy to his right.

which is where everything went wrong.

because raven was a personality that, like the little pants, came on when they curtain came up, but immediately came off/were replaced with a pair of giant hole-y sweatpants once he was backstage and nursing himself back to health w/ several strong shots of whiskey.

now, scott too was asked to put on a show, play up his hotshot, rockstar persona for the cameras...but long after the show was over...that mask never came off. stan rushed off stage and ripped that fishnet shirt off his body like it was made of barbed wire, but conversely, scott dreaded going from hero to zero...so he just didn't.

fame & fortune devoured our dear boy and just like that...

scott became thot.

permanently.

but before i get into this next part, i just want to say that i am a scott apologist; i understand why he did the things he did and was the way he was. again, being a celebrity is to be changed. and damaged. the weight of the world is ten times as heavy as a hundred of his pre-med textbooks. which he tossed in the TRASH, btw!!!

Dr. Scott Dropped Out Of Medical School!!!! :'(

he stopped perusing his dream to become a nightmare...smh. but i digress, scott spent his life shoved into lockers, made fun of, kept small. people were calling him names and now they were calling his name. nay, thousands upon thousands Screaming his name!!! they loved him, they worshipped him. and to someone who had never once been popular before. the feeling was as amazing...

as it was addictive.

because, again, their sweet scott was absorbed by thot...

and Thot Malkinson was a Diva. a messy manwhoring menace. a punk rock primadonna. he ordered all the makeup people around, fought for the spotlight, acted a fool & started drama Everywhere. he was obsessed with his image, and i mean Obsessed. he actually...sigh.

Went Back Into The Closet And Pretended To Be STRAIGHT to avoid backlash. he dated tons of girls, lots of celebrities, mostly to spite jimmy which was...a mess. ( i will talk about them in another post this post is so fucking long ) but he was generally being a massive d-bag with an even massiver ( ? ) ego.

tldr; the boys were getting Fed Up.

because more than just blowing them off to do photoshoots and interviews without them/talk heeellla smack, he was acting like he was better than them. he made a lot of jokes about leaving the band which...weren't funny. and being at rae's right side was starting to rlly fuck w/ scott and made him feel inferior. bc he wanted to be the star.

he wanted to be the front man.

& he thought that stan was being super ungrateful for not taking his role as the face of the band seriously wHEN HE NEVER WANTED TO BE THE FACE OF THE BAND!!! HE WAS FORCED TO DO IT!!! AAAA!

but anyways, scott was super jealous of stan's success and started to seriously resent him. he was making these really snide comments under his breath, tripping stan on stage with the amp cords n shit, playing Super Loud over his voice. like??? HELLO??? he literally pierced his nose Days after stan pierced his??? the petty olympics!

and it's even worse if you consider that stan and scott were TIGHT once upon a time. like stan was the person who'd initially showed scott the most kindness ( even more so them jimmy i think, who was put off by scott’s uptightness ) bc rae’s a weird awkward king who, ok, does fit in bc he's pretty but then just Sticks Out back out bc he is literally the world's biggest boyfail bi disaster who openly rebels against tradition.

so he gets the Struggle! he really does...as a result, stan took scott under his wing & spent a lot of time with him because ravenstan taught scott how to play guitar and was probably the most patient of the boys. kenny's very abrasive, jimmy fucks around too much, but stan is just very sweet & nuturing, he won't get mad at you. my bb.

stan AND scott were actually my awkward, soft boy babies before the fuckboyification of scott into thot, they also had a really special bond because scott was the only one of the other og three crimson boys...

who could speak spanish. <3

that was very nostalgic and comforting to stan because after the fire...speaking spanish kind of died with shelley, so stan had no one he could regularly correspond with in spanish...

( ok, obviously, when stan was working with his waitering jobs pre!cd he had some homies/coworkers he could speak spanish to, but, tbh, it wasn't super frequent and was more for utility helpful bilingual boy communication purposes -- in rm!flashbacks!p3 there is a very important waiter adjacent job stan worked that i was gonna talk abt in a diff chapter, but, what the hell? i love spoiler heaven. u can ask. )

...but he had scott...with whom he regularly Shot The Shit.

like, oh my gooooood, when i tell you stan and scott were being chismosos 25/8, smh, jimmy and kenny were ready to fight. this was cute, ofc, but the cutest part was that...scott had a crush on a boy.

who he needed to talk to someone about.

but kenny and scott were never really close. being immortal and basically an eldritch god means that he's definitely been around the block, met some very colorful characters and as a result, is a very good judge of it.

and scott, of course, is a good person.

stan actually calls scotty "the best of them" in rm8 and was well loved and treasured by all of the crimson boys -- but kenny had always gotten a...weird feeling about scott in the back of his mind. like something about him was off...like he might betray them.

but because of that personal dissonance scott wasn't super comfortable confideing in kenny, he couldn't very well talk to jimmy about his crush...ON JIMMY, so that left stan who was paitent and kind, whose ear, while intimidatingly pierced and decked out with pentagrams and things, was a very kind ear, indeed.

stan was very receptive and receptive of that sensitive information ( as a sensitive boy ) and regularly corresponded with scott about it in ~stannish- bc they couldn’t very well let the other guys hear it, right? so they’d chat away, giggling behind their hands, scott whispering scandalous goss in stan’s ear ft. the ravenstan signature santa puta madre de guadalupe & the corresponding no me digaaa sancho!

i also think stan called scott sancho por las risas.

the boys also used to call stan Stanteria because they put sublime on the bro haus playlist for when they’re kicking back on friday nights after scotts done with class/working in the OR and whenever it comes on, it’s freaking modelo time, aka time to crack a cold one with the boys, who clinking beers with their fingers covered in cheesy poof dust and fkn lime and chamoy cross faded af shouting i dON’T PRACTICE ~STANTERIA~; I AINT GOT NO CRYSTAL BAAALL!! WELL I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS BUT I’D!! I'D SPEND IT ALLL!”

pls note that they literally cannot play that song anymore bc it reminds them too much of scott :’( i am so sad...hope i die!!!

anyways, an important part of these discussions, or rather, discrushions is that stan…was never told the identity of the boy scott had a crush on. i’m laffing but they def did that thing you do in elem/middle school when you have a crush on someone and you give them a silly code name so no one knows who you’re talking abt ( i am not sure what the code name for jimmy was but i’m sure it has v shit takin school boy chismoso energies smh, but never said his name.

THIIIIIIIS IT VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!

because this info directly ties into a massive plot drop aka...

scott malkinson's 21st birthday. 12/11. better known as cd's last concert featuring scott as their guitarist.

Ever.

-uncle nina, WHO LITERALLY WROTE UP THE SCENE BUT IT GOT DELETED IDK HOW I WANTED TO SCREAM BUT JUST ASK ME ABOUT IT AND I'LL WRITE IT LATER I'M SO MAD!!! IT'S JUICY!!!!

#anyways hell is a place #sorry i havent been posting i was working on this ask #which is written hideously i hate it #i will fix it maybe i'm so sorry i'm so tired this is UGLY #LIKE JEALOUSY BABY!!!!#oh my god a mess #i am a scott apologist but he was ACTING UP #he was not being a team player he was being a HATER #a beneDICK arnold dude!!!#not scott going back in the closet i hate my life #ALSO SCOTT AND STAN WERE SO CUTE #we are a stanteria and sancho nation baby #i cannot believe this happened to me #my boys all fighting #BUT ALSO!!! ME LOSING THAT SCENE FOR MY POST #i'm so fucking mad i am depressed but that post was too long anyways ig #so idk just process this and then i'll give u that #again this is ugly and bad sorry #i'm legit mad this ask is so hideous bc it took me so long just to be the worst worded thing ever UUUUUGH #buti hope the info thrills you #i tried to be fun #WHO THE FUCK JUST UNFOLLOWED ME FOR POSTING THIS LIKE YOU ARE SUCH A HATER SKATER #me: posting weird au content #also me: how dare the nice people who followed me out of courtesy unfollow me for my weird niche content that has #nothing to do with their interests at all or reg style

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i-mybrunettelady · 3 months

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honestly one of my fave things abt nyra's hair is that it sits comfortably at the crossroads of dirty blonde, light brown and red. girlie has chameleon hair. prismatic hair even.

#gw2 #nero's random thoughts #alysannyra #random nyra trivia i guess lmao

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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ARI FIRST THINGS FIRST I'M SORRY I DIDN'T TAG U I DIDN'T WANNA PRESSURE U OKAY I'M SORRY second of all how many of them can i ask about bc......... what if i wanna know about all of them? what then ari???? have u thought about that?????? okay okay no but i do NEEEED to know about sappy drunk!sugu bc helloo??? that sounds so good and also woLFY SUGU AND LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD????? you're crazy i'm so obsessed already and actually sick!satoru too bc he's gonna be such a baby i need to hear about it OK ONE MORE BECAUSE NOBARA??? OH MY GODD SKATERGIRL NOBARA PLEAAAAASEEE that's literally genius wow i can't wait to hear about all of them i'm so excited!!!!!!!

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY PLS DONT APOLOGIZE PHSJDHD i wasnt planning on doing it at first cause i didnt know if ppl would be interested 😭😭 BUT then i saw that u and everyone else was doing it so i immediately caved AND IM SO GLAD I DID u picked some of my personal faves !! ari/mickey connection going steady hehe

i’d apologize in advance for making this long but i feel safe w u this is just our average communication let’s go <33 here is some tea for u while u read !! 🍵

OKOK SOOOO first of all ; sappy drunk!sugu x reader….. yes. this one is sooooo special to me its been downright rotting in my drafts since the beginning of time and its literally all written out ?? but i need to delete some stuff n polish it overall….. </3

BUT yeah the plot is basically just: sugu goes out to a bar w satoshoko, gets drunk even though he literally never gets drunk, and so reader discovers that he is, in fact, the sappy kind. (shocker!) it’s just sooooo sickeningly fluffy and he’s so whipped. ☹️☹️ he’s like a puppy. all he can think of is reader and how much he wants to put a ring on their finger HE’S SOOOOO

here are a couple snippets hehe. literally just disgusting amounts of Fluff for my soul

sho 🚬 : anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him sho 🚬: he’s crying. you: HUH???????? you: WHY??? 😭😭😭 sho 🚬: dude i dont know sho 🚬: pls come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up

”— and i have you.” a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real. he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat. a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene. ”my angel.” that peaceful smile changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

”sugu,” you whine, dragging his name out childishly. ”we need to sleep…” ”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”

i just think sugu has so much love in his chest that he like Never lets out bc he knows it can feel overwhelming unless he shows it in small doses but then he gets drunk and everything just SPILLS out . idk but my knees would buckle

AND THEN ….. wolf/hunter!sugu x little red riding hood!reader OHHHH MICKEY IM SO HAPPY U ASKED…. this concept entered my brain and has Not left even once but its still just this vague idea in my head. im just so interested in fairy tale aus!! i figure its probably gonna end up kinda twisted? or maybe a mix between sweet/twisted if i can pull it off 😭😭 bUT the main idea is that sugu plays the part of both the wolf AND the hunter, reader doesnt know who to trust but sugu is their only option either way. at first i was thinking of making him like a whole Wolf Man but now im leaning towards it being more symbolic … the trustworthy hunter was the ”wolf” all along yk? IM SO FOND OF THIS ONE i cant wait to write it !!! ive been itching to write something a lil more gritty anyhow :33

AND AND SICK!TORU X DOTING!READER ….. our babyboyyyy he’s so :((( he’s just so sick and delirious and trying to convince reader that he’s Fine Actually but he’s just burning up :(((( and so he has no choice but to face the terrifying reality of Being Taken Care of By Someone He Trusts. horrifying. as soon as he’s slightly better he’s just throwing himself over u and begging for kisses though (he’s an opportunist <33)

this is another one that’s just veryyyy fluffy n sweet!! AND another one that i have written out i just need to delete a lot of stuff bc its like . over 10k i think I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK…… 😭😭

aaand here r some snippets from this one!! just overflowing w gojo love <333 he’s our sweetiepie our little baby angel i need him tucked into bed

”really, baby,” he slurs, voice raspy and dry. attempting to get up, arms straining under his shivering body. ”there’s no need f’ —” unceremoniously, his limbs give out beneath him, and he tumbles back down. face falling back into the mattress, as he croaks out a meek little wince. (the sound makes your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.) ”ah,” he hums, muffled into the sheets. resisting the urge to close his eyes. ”that’s… annoying.”

”baby, i think my fever’s going up again…” satoru pouts, looking up at you. ”can you check?” a raise of your eyebrow. you give him a smile. ”this is the fifth time you’ve asked me to check your temperature, toru.” ”just wanna make sure,” he whines. ”please?” an exaggerated sigh. then you’re leaning down, soft lips meeting his forehead, humming against his skin — and, just like last time, and the time before that, his temperature hasn’t gone up. ”you’re good.” ”oh, thank god,” satoru exhales. ”are you sure? like, a hundred percent sure? maybe you should check again. just in case.”

”you’re cute,” satoru croons, still cradling your cheek. tenderly, soft fingertips against your heated skin. all you manage is a meek little furrow of your brows, but that only makes him chuckle again. after a silent moment, you part your lips. ”… you can.” he blinks. still smiling. ”stay forever, i mean.”

yeahhhhhh. yeah. u know how it is. (i am consumed by love for this silly little 28 year old man)

AND FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST … skatergirl!nobara x reader <333333 my most beloved ever. i only have a vague outline but im sooo in love w this concept mickey im overjoyed that it caught ur eye….. just . picture nobara being covered in hello kitty band aids bc she’s not very good at skating but she just thinks it’s SO fun and she goes to the skate park w maki while wearing acrylic nails and she’s just having such a blast :(( grinning and giggling!!! she’s literally my daughter i adore her ….

my idea for the fic is basically just that reader has this weird one-sided rivalry w nobara bc they’re a bit jealous of her + she’s so pretty it makes them angry LOL and they assume that she doesnt notice them at all… but in reality nobara is like HIGHKEY crushing on reader she does these complicated flips JUST to impress them she’s a lovergirl!!! so it’s basically just super duper fluffy n sweet hehe <33

TYSM FOR ASKING MICKEY i had to take my time w this one hehehe . i hope u’ll enjoy these fics when theyre posted although it’ll probably take a while… COVERING U IN KISSES WATCH OUT

#THESE R ALL SOO PRECIOUS TO ME ☹️☹️ precious wips for a precious mickey #wolf/hunter!sugu literally makes me insane btw like completely unhinged #imagine meeting a hunter and he’s so reliable so strong so capable. he’s the only one you can trust.#he keeps you safe and warns you of wolves and you pretend not to hear the way his gravelly voice sometimes shifts into a growl #the way his grip around you turns just a tiny tiny bit painful . he’s just so kind. he’s the only one you can trust. the only one you have.#YKNOW??????? like hes soooooo . i dont like thinking abt twisted variations of sugu often but he’s so <333 in small doses #ANYWAY ty mickey i hope u eat a super good meal today like so good u fall into a coma right after #ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩

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brbabcseu · 2 months

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journal #1: secrets & stars

Something I wasn't sure I was ready to happen yet just happened and it was... great?? OK, let me get into it.

I told my dad once that I store my memories in a Russian doll. They just make the most sense that way—one wrapped in another wrapped in another. Maybe it’s the ADHD, maybe it’s the creative house we’ve cultivated, but I can’t help but feel the connection everything has to, well, everything. I told him I think of constellations and pinpoint the starts as the glue of my wandering thoughts.

Storytime! Back when I was 10 we were at the crafts store and I saw these.

And obviously I needed them. I have this friend, Sam (she's more like my sis tho honestly, don't tell her I said that it'll go to her head!!) and she had ones like these in purple. I asked my dad if I could buy them to make my room cool and he was like "Whaaat isn't your room already cool enough? With your posters, your sick guitar? Beanbag chairs?" And it's like c'mon dad, those aren't decorations those are just things. I said as much but he already knew he was getting them for me lol, and all for "the low price of free-99". Lame-o.

So we strung the lights up in my room-- dad had to break out the step ladder to crisscross them on the ceiling for maximum effect, but it was very worth it. When he turned off the light, everything was in this golden glow, and I just remember feeling a little awestruck. "It's like we brought the stars outside, inside!" We both laid on the ground to stargaze for a bit, which is a tooth rotting memory.

I took them down the next day, though. Or started to before dad caught me and was like ??? dude what. So here's the thing, I don't always know what's right in a social situation, I don't always know "what's cool", and so I stupidly bragged about my new stars to the guys at school. What was I thinking? One of em, Ethan (asshole) said having string lights as a guy was... hm. Idk if I'm allowed to say this here but it rhymes with 'baggy'. Yeah. My dad was completely shocked when I told him. Maybe I'm crazy, but he also looked almost... guilty? No clue why that was, or why I noted that, but he just seemed really deep in thought in a way I didn't expect him to be. But that's my dad-- he's an unexpected guy.

For a straight dude, I'd say he gave me a pretty good talk abt it. "Sometimes boys like other boys. And that’s chill. Shouldn't be a big deal. But some people can be mean. Really, really mean." He said one of the mean things they do is call people that word when they think they’re gay. Little 10 year old me was confused. Wtf's that got to do with lights? That's not how I said it because, again, child lmao but ykwim. He said it doesn't. Jerks just wanna pick on others for being different. And what he said next really really stuck with me. “He shouldn’t make you feel like you’re not the boy you know you are just because you want to put the stars on your ceiling. His loss. Only insecure people treat people that way.”

We deemed Ethan "not Mr. Rogers approved" and he helped me restring those lights again, they've been up on my ceiling ever since :)

Jesus I rambled way too long and I was supposed to talk about what recently happened!! Like I said, constellations, Russian dolls. Everything connects.

So, I wasn't sure I was bi till like a year ago. I've always noticed it but maybe was scared of it being true. It's 2026, things have really changed, but tiny towns can still be tiny towns, and I didn't wanna find out if things would change. Especially with dad. Which like, why? Y'kno?? I shouldn't have had any fears about it at this point but sometimes this changes the game for some parents and I didn't wanna lose him. OUGH I'm getting emotional just thinking about it, pull it together AJ!!

I just so happened to remember everything about the stars when out w the old man at the diner. It's our fave hangout. Honestly the only hangout in this tiny ass town. My 8th grade dance is coming up soon and he thinks this is Disney Channel and that I'm gonna ask someone hahaha. C'mon man, no one asks anyone out, it's gonna be like every middle school dance we've had so far and we're all just gonna stand around each other awkwardly XP w/e. He's asking abt the girls, which girl am I gonna ask, blah blah. I just KNOW he does this to be annoying on purpose. It kind of struck a nerve though since it's about this... stuff. But this was my window. Dude, I was so fucking nervous for no reason HAHAHA. I was like yeah, there's some girls I would ask if ppl actually asked... but maybe there's also some boys too. I asked him if that was okay. I know, dumb. 'Hey, do I have permission to be bi?' Nahh. He didn't say anything bc I kept blabbing. "I don't want to hide anything from you, I know I don't have to, please say something" etc etc. Finally he put his hands over mine and like, stared into my soul and just said, "Okay." And I was like, "Okay." My god it was such a fucking relief. He even got a big laugh outta me, talking about my taste in boys, if it's any better than my taste in girls. Um, rude!

So yeah, he let me know this doesn't change a thing. I could've criiieeed, I swear (hey maybe I did a little, shush). But it's done! It's out there! No more secrets!! My friends all already know too, they were the first to, and were happy to hear about dad's reaction. If others find out now, I'd like to think I won't gaf. Everyone I care abt already knows and supports me. As I'm writing this, I'm looking up at the stars on my ceiling. I feel they have new things to show me. I'm hopeful for that, at least. <3

#aj blabs #march 1st 2026

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@secretarykang you know I love makeup so yeah here's a lengthy post for my fave girl based on your ask

tw: sexual assault

maya sakamaki: makeup headcanons

makeup is actually something maya has been aware of since she was brought to the brothel (childhood days 😭😭😭)

there has never been a day where she saw the women put on tons of white powder or makeup on their face and paint their lips bright red bcos men like it when you leave stain on them

maya has touched them once but due to her fear of becoming a main target of the customers, she decided she has to be somewhat ordinary so these men won't call for her (imagine old bastards wanting to rape a child dafuq)

the only time she used makeup again is whenever gilbert would take her to parties in the human world and disguise her as his "daughter"

other than that, maya mostly kept herself bare since she had a hard time finding makeup products that suit her dry skin (like her skin's as dry as the sahara desert)

she just got lucky with kanato in terms of the makeup department bcos fun fact: kanato knows a whole sht of makeup, even bought products that suit her face and skin tone

maya's color palette is basically more on the cherry pink side of things? she's basically a winter cool type of girl so colors on the cooler scale of the spectrum works for her

tbh she leans more on the Japanese side of makeup, meaning more emphasis on the eyes rather than the lips along with cool toned palettes

for base makeup, she opts for light ones like a tinted moisturizer since she doesn't have to worry abt them being thick or something. however, she doesn't wear them at school bcos she's afraid the teachers will notice and have it removed from her (some schools in Japan forbid female students from wearing excessive makeup tho but I think Ryoutei is a different case)

ofc maya's eye makeup is on point since Japanese makeup is all about the eyes so she always has her eyebrow along with her subtle eyeliner and mascara (yes they are all waterproof bcos Japan nailed their products like that)

the same thing applies for her blush bcos apparently the drunk blush technique is famous in Japan way waaaaaaaay back so she puts a bit of her liquid blush on the apples of her cheek and spread them evenly (kinda like baby doll cheeks vibes)

for her lips, she uses 3 to 4 products, depending on the occasion cause maya's lips are so pale so she had to paint a bit of color in them (ya know so no one would think she's a vampire lol)

at school, she only uses her favorite Benetint and tops it with her cherry lip oil. sometimes she would wear her Opera Lip Tint no 12 especially when her lips are so dry but if she needed something vibrant, especially during her dates with kanato or when they attend a party, that's when she whips out her pinkish red glossy tint.

she actually doesn't wear any powdery products on her face since they have this tendency to create kinda like a clumping texture on her skin so when she's not wearing any base makeup, she would just go for a handy moisturizer (I wanna say sunscreen then I remembered she has night classes)

but overall maya dons a natural pink makeup that hides her true self as the vampire doll, unassuming yet dangerous to those who dare touch her without permission

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