#they are my weakness <33

[mafiaheiress]

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

THE DEEP, SMOOTH TIMBRE of terry's voice sent a warm shiver down her spine, as he entered the bedroom. whiskey hues flicker over to meet masculine gaze while in the middle of curling long dark tresses. 'maybe.' the word playfully slips passed the swell of plump lips. 'i might opt to wearing this on our date instead of the black cocktail dress.. much more comfortable.' placing the hot iron down, isabella used forefinger to beckon him closer towards her while leaning back against vanity. 'you know what's a shame? your lips haven't touched mine once today.' bottom lip poking out into that INFAMOUS pout the male surely could not seem to resist.

the affect they had upon one another seemed UNMEASURABLE to anything she'd ever experienced prior. he'd found a way to BURROW UNDER HER SKIN, and the female didn't quite know how to get him out without losing a piece of herself in the process.

[abisalli]

god forbid women do anything 🙄

[pisscography]

made a hazbin oc so i could put him in Scenarios. sold his soul to Val recently. the honeymoon phase ends REAL FAST when he gets attacked by a demon with an angelic knife and Val immediately throws him out.

can eat a man. has done it before!

[blizzardstarx]

tw blood

@send-me-a-puffalope <3

Scattered ‘cross my family line

I’m so good at telling lies

That came from my mother’s side

Told a million to survive

Scattered across my family line

God, I have my father’s eyes

But my sister’s (brother’s) when I cry

I can run, but I can’t hide

From my family line

sort of reference photo for lighting:

redrawn scenes:

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Okay, Ari, I NEED TO VENT.

I am just OBSESSED with the vision of Suguru growing old, and maybe, if he wants to, having kids, like UGH how cute is that?

And he would look SO GOOD TOO.

Definitely one to grey late (not that it matters that much, but still, that's my vision).

AND JUST UGH he'd be so loving towards everyone – his partner, his friends, his children (the girls and any other if he has any), dogs, cats, birds, whatever

Now I'm just going to go into a little corner and cry.

REAL ASF OF U ANON ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i think abt this all the time too……. sugu w gray hair is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 JUST……. sooooooo attractive it hurts. ohhh he would be such a silver fox…… i’m obsessed

AND OFCCC HE WOULD BE SO LOVING AND CARING <3333 i think he mellows out and matures so much with age …. his devotion turns into something so soft and grounding. 🥺🥺 i need him so bad he would be the BEST husband i won’t take any criticism….. personally i don’t rlly see him having any biological kids BUTTT HE WOULD TOTALLY ADOPT NANAMIMI and a bunch of kitties :333 maybe a dog too …… and ofc he would just be the sweetest papa ever!!! T—T he rlly is just. so full of love. i think he becomes so much more open with it as he ages and it flows out so naturally. he’s a lover he’s a father he’s the only man ever <33

[ginsoakedgirl80]

[zeezu-ix]

head in fucking hands!!!!!!

[kicktwine]

idk how it would happen but I imagine ven meeting his younger selves and they’re both so different. But the same. But different

he meets the one stuck in the desert with no memories and immediately almost gets his head cut off, just because — for ease of reading, he’ll refer to himself as Ven and the younger one as Ventus and the youngest one… Little Ven. Look, he never said he was that creative, and they like their name — because he startled him. He doesn’t remember the badlands that well, but he does remember how jumpy it made him. That’s still… there.

anyways he almost gets his head cut off because Ventus hears someone’s big metal shoes behind him and whips around, keyblade in hand, and Ven backs out of the way with his hands up and an eep! and puts a lid on the instinct to summon his own keyblade. Ventus’ face gives away his emotions pretty much instantly, which it doesn’t do so much anymore, but it goes fear-anger-confusion-VERYconfusion-fearagain-curiosity-confusion-bigshowyhuffyface. Like a kitten making itself look bigger. Ven tries to make himself look smaller, or at least non threatening. Or at least not like an evil future version of himself come to end his bloodline here and now. Would you believe he had that irrational fear every once in a while he’d make some kind of dumb mistake and go ah, I hope this doesn’t have universal consequences i feel the repercussions of via someone smarter than me coming to tell me off! which, I mean it’s not The Most irrational. Time travel exists. He’s doing… it(???). Ventus seems to settle somewhere between genuine curiosity and cornered kitten.

“Who are you?”

Wow his voice is higher! It dropped pretty late. Mostly while he was training here, so he never really had the embarrassed-by-voice-cracking thing Aqua told him about with Terra, he was worried about other things. And his hair is so much scruffier, and his skin is dry-looking, he doesn’t remember taking care of himself very well out here. There’s nothing here, really. Has Ventus eaten? Today? Should he have brought the conchas from the kitchen. Is that an open cut on his arm? That’s blood. That’s bad. Ven’s been forgetting to speak and just looking at his younger self which is not helping his nerves, he doesn’t think. “Uh… you? Older you! We’re in a dream, sort of, I think.”

probably not the right thing to say, even though ven’s not sure what WOULD be the right thing to say. That was about the most succinct he could make it. Ventus’ eyes narrow, and he drops the curiosity, and Ven knows what just happened, he thinks this is a test now. It’s absurd enough to not be real, and it must be illusion magic. Ventus spins his keyblade behind him and lowers his stance (still kinda sloppy, the Master was always— Xehanort was always on him about it even though apparently holding a keyblade backwards was fine). “Bullcrap,” he spits.

“Language!” Ven scolds, feeling the spirit of Aqua fill him. Ventus is too nervous to say anything more than “crap” though, which is kind of cute but weird to think about now that he’s still nervous around adults but swears like a sailor around, like, Roxas.

“Either leave me alone or fight!”

“I don’t wanna—“ And then Ventus jabs at him, his patience for the test spent. The faster he passes, the faster he can go sit down and the less of a chance he gets hurt. Ven dodge rolls out of the way once, twice, threefourtimes, getting ten pounds of dust down his shirt. He never liked this feeling. Dust stuck to his skin. Ventus gets more and more frustrated with every miss, starting to make angry growls when he does, and snaps out a strike raid, which misses, and it misses on the way back, but Ven is busy righting himself from where it missed and Ventus gets a heavy slash in right on his knuckles, which stings.

Ven recoils, and Ventus sees the real actual blood on his knuckles and the teeth of Wayward Wind and his eyes blow wide. Almost immediately, he drops his keyblade and backs away, hugging his arms to his chest and turtling in his jacket. “Oh— sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! I messed up.”

“it’s okay! It’s okay, it’s fine,” Ven reassures him, really really wanting to stop hearing himself over-apologize. He quickly, telegraphing his moves because he knows how bad this could look, summons his keyblade and casts a quick Cure. The wound vanishes, even though it’s gonna leave a bruise anyways. Ven shows his arm. “See? Totally fine.”

Ventus doesn’t move towards him, but un-turtles slightly. His eyes linger on Ven’s hand — fine. Like he said — to the space his, their keyblade was just summoned, the one he’s holding his version of. To his face, which is pretty similar, though Ventus hasn’t looked at himself in a mirror in a while. To his outstretched arm, and the thin scars over it, and his own scrawny arm, dried blood still shiny over a thin but deep cut.

Ven follows his gaze. “Can I see that?” he asks, gently.

Ventus slowly, very deliberately shuffles his way over and gives up his arm to be looked at. Ven takes it — Ventus almost flinches when he touches him, totally real and corporeal and warm and stuff — and once again casts Cure, this time a Curaga just to cover anything he might not be showing him. Ven used to do that, before he knew what he was doing but after he was too floaty to know what he was doing at all, he’d just not tell anyone he was uncomfortable. It felt shaky and bad to verbalize, and it took Terra specifically a long time to teach him that no was a good word and I made a mistake was not the end of the world. Ven’s not gonna be able to teach the younger version of himself that whole thing in a few hours. But y’know — at least he can be nice.

Ventus studies the spot on his arm that he cured. It’s going to scar because he didn’t get to it on time, but he knew that, and Ventus figures that out, his stare moving to the same scar on Ven’s forearm. And the rest of them. Some the same, some came later. He is not, pointedly, removing his arm from Ven’s hands.

Ventus’ voice is tentative and scratchy. “Why’re you here?”

“Um,” Ven says, elegantly. “I’m not sure.”

”That’s dumb,” Ventus huffs.

“Hey.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ven says, gesturing for his other hand. Ventus hesitates — fear-worry-want, his face is like an open book — and gives it to him, finally desummoning his keyblade. “Do you not know Cure yet?”

Ventus scowls again. “Shouldn’t you remember? No.”

Ven shakes his head. “I don’t remember when we learned it. I thought it was before this.”

“I don’t remember anything before this.” Ventus, despite curling forwards into the touch he’s being given, somehow scowls even deeper.

Ven kneels. “And I don’t remember being so angry,” he says, softly. “We don’t get much better at the memory thing in the future.”

“Oh.” Ventus keeps standing. “Do—“ he bites his lip.

“Do what?”

“Do we… do we get better at — you’re … I’m… mad. I don’t like— You don’t look— Do we— nevermind, sorry. It’s nothing.”

“We get happier,” Ven says, something inside him crumbling. “We do, we get friends, even.”

Ventus’ eyes widen, not looking at him. “Here?”

“No, not here. It… it’s a long story. But I promise it gets better.” Ven doesn’t like looking at this. He spent so long not thinking about it — on purpose, not thinking about it, ever since he woke up in the Land of Departure “thinking about it” was more of a phrase that meant shaky, scattered flashes of memory and sharp copper smells and waking up with his heart in his throat and his muscles trying to scatter out of existence or hearing a metal fixture drop to the floor with a loud clang! and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything except ringing and it was all, an abstract cocktail of not good that he never untangled and avoided like the plague — that… making it real, seeing himself just exist in a terrible place while nothing happens to him like those flashes of memory, it makes it real. And it breaks something inside him, something really small but gummed up because before this he had a layer of detachment from the whole thing, and he almost wants to cry. Ven knows now that he didn’t deserve this and it was stupid and horrible and he should have just had friends who loved him this whole time because it’s possible and he’s a likeable person and he has good to give and love to receive. But Ventus doesn’t know that yet, and he sure won’t believe it until it happens. He remembers not believing it. He remembers thinking it wouldn’t ever get better, and how much better it feels now that it has, and — oh, okay he is crying cool. Ventus looks at him like he’s grown a second head, all confusion and worry and tentative digging inside himself to see what he should do.

“Do… um. Do you want a hug?” Ventus asks nervously.

Ven nods. Ventus’ arms curl around Ven’s back, all thin shaky noodles and no muscles and fewer scars and not used to doing this. Not too hard — he doesn’t want to weird him out — Ven hugs back as best he can. He learned how to give pretty stellar hugs from his friends. He hopes Ventus can feel it.

[psychdelia]

feeling dramatic and thinking about post s3/s4 billy joining the party, specifically steve, robin, eddie, and nancy. he’s quieter now, a little paler, hair longer and chubbier (because i said so >>:)))

but the main difference is how he wears his heart on his sleeve now. has no energy for the anger that used to constantly simmer under his skin. he cries a lot more now, it’s the easiest and only release he can handle. the first time he cried in front of everyone was when he and max reunited, leaning heavily and sobbing into her shoulder, choking out apologies. the second time is when eddie tells them what happened to chrissy because this can’t be happening again and he’s terrified of the monsters that lie below hawkins, terrified to become their next victim again.

thinking about the way he watches steve and nancy, longing and yearning. wishing it was him who was able to talk to steve, laugh with him, touch him. even just be close to him. his expressions give away everything on his mind, and if they didn’t then his eyes wet with unshed tears surely does.

the third time he cries in front of them is when eddie and robin catch onto the way he looks at nancy and steve. at first they thought it was because he liked nancy, which billy stupidly snorted at. once they figured out it was actually steve, his heart dropped and he had to beg them through tears to not say anything. to just drop it and not tell anyone. because even though neil had fucked off when he was still dead to the world, he was still terrified. didn’t want people in hawkins to find out the new zombie boy raised from the dead was also a raging queer with a fat crush on the same guy he beat up years ago.

the fourth time is after steve got dragged back down into lover’s lake, billy being the first one to stupidly jump in after him. he barely reaches steve on time, practically straddling the guy as he rips the monsters on his torso away from him, out of him. when steve’s up and manages to slam and rip apart the one that had been choking him, billy breaks down into sobs. he’s overwhelmed and tired and his adrenaline is dropping just as fast as it came. he’s leaning heavily against steve, legs wobbly like jello as he cries into the guy’s bare chest, gripping at his shoulders so tight. even through his own pain steve comforts him, tells him he’s okay. they’re both okay. billy just cries harder, shoulders shaking as he shakes his head. he can’t handle losing anyone anymore, especially not steve.

robin and eddie awkwardly stare at the ground, looking anywhere but at steve who gives them confused looks as he cradles billy, not understanding why this is what sent billy into a meltdown. he always thought the guy still wasn’t too fond of him.

nancy, though. nancy’s not stupid or blind. she would catch billy’s longing looks, the way his eyes would drop the second nancy looked back when she felt him staring. she caught the way he would always be watching steve, eyes far too soft for them being just friends. it’s her turn to watch them now, frowning with her lips pursed as she connects the dots. steve seems to sense everyone knows something he doesn’t, but with an armful of crying billy hargrove in the upside down, he decides it’s best to wait to ask any questions.

[urostakako]

shouldnt have read other posts before constructing my own because now my thought process is all jumbled up but i'll try my best 👍

firstly yuki!!

her anger is perfect. i love this facet of her backstory that she was a former star plasma vessel, especially its connection to her current motivation and the way jujutsu society/politics works.

i love this panel. it reminds me of when governments commit an unforgivable crime, and then address the public with words such as "this thing happened" or "this thing was done" instead of "i did this thing" or "we did this thing." they remove personality and responsibility but pretend to address the public by prevaricating and placating until they commit their next crime and the process repeats itself all over again. it's the same kind of action done when it comes to events like war and recruiting child soldiers. it's the same kind of action regarding protesters and rioters, whom they want only to keep quiet instead of addressing any real issue. its the same kind of language people use when discussing lgbtq+ rights or conversion therapy (which brings up how the star plasma vessels are made to become something they are not or do something they are not, and yuki got out of that and is trying to save children who continue to have their individuality and childhood taken from them). this also reminds me of the children's crusade, when pope innocent (how ironic) sponsored the crusade planned by two monks, saying those children would heal the land, and those monks instead sold the children into slavery (not bringing this up to discuss morality of the crusade's intentions, just to draw up a parallel). yuki's criticism and anger stems from a very personal point and an important event in her youth, and i find this panel incredibly profound. the fact that she uses jujutsu society the way it used her to research how to eradicate the energy that gives it power makes me love her more.

tengen and the higher ups are kind of viewed as this sort of mysterious entity that function in mysterious ways, though we know they are a corrupt organization of people (and not-people, i guess). the way tengen still distances themselves even through yuki's callout. idk if there's anything to explain just.. highlighting that

another profound thing about this is yuki telling tengen directly she won't make it easy for them by explaining how she and the other star plasma vessels suffered under the system, and she doesn't owe it to them to do so. in fact, she owes it to those vessels not to do so. this brings to mind how people exploit minorities' pain, and especially when people in power demand explanations of trauma from minorities and demand them to spoonfeed why and how exactly the oppressor is wrong (this behavior especially of white people towards people of color). tengen's passivity in the face of her forcing them to observe their faults is incredibly reminiscent of those issues.

secondly!!! kenjaku!!

i don't believe suguru will come back. his story is over. however, there is a repeating occurrence of kenjaku copying suguru's mannerisms such as the way they speak or the way they move. i saw this panel and i thought "woah... kenjaku looks like suguru when he was declaring war on jujutsu tech in volume 0!!" i don't think suguru and kenjaku share the same relationship that yuuji has with sukuna, or that hana has with the angel. however, with kenjaku behaving more like suguru, i think that as his mannerisms become kenjaku's, and his strengths become kenjaku's, as will suguru's weaknesses, and i think that will be kenjaku's downfall, just like their appearance in shibuya using suguru as gojo's weakness led to gojo's defeat. probably not in that same way (i wouldn't like it if it was), but we'll see!!

[mrsoharaa]

I wanna sit on Benimaru's strong lap in a nice hot onsen, weave my fingers through his hair while messily making out with him. feel him get hard under me while he attacks my lips, jaw and neck with feeble taunting bites and fevered kisses (tongue lapping over my glistening skin and all) <3

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

just finished watching buddy daddies with my mom and hahhah. I'm not ok in the slightest. neither of us are :'

[euphor1a]

Best 4 hours of my life, with the loml ♡

[chuluoyi]

Aww, husband Satoru is so, so sweet!! I love him!! <3

aaah i love him too!!😭 just imagine him being soft and catering to all your needs… and when he lets you always win when you’re pregnant✨

[damatheirin]

101 since I've known my little sunshine @madame-fear and it's safe to say the last month has been pretty intense 👀. I love you my little half <33 I can't wait to see that counter increase to infinityy.

[http-byler]

fellas. is it gay to say your relationship is pjo coded??? @willelfanpage