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my christmas spirit

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ⋆ 엔하이픈 ( 리키 ) + gnreader!oc (*≧∀≦*) content fluff established relationship slight angst foreign student reader minor kissing warning skinship dragged swearing & 2.1k bookshelf 𖥔 ࣪

🗒 to say i hate this would be an understatement but i hope im just being harsh on myself. anyway hope everyone has a merry ‎christmas :D tysm @nqvgue for helping me get the storyline straight ;-;

The softness of the late December snow was nothing but comfort to the procrastination filled Wednesday evening. Volunteering at the hospital as an apprentice was hectic in the winter. Whether it was because the wards you worked in were jam packed with festive injuries or maybe it was your crippling vitamin D deficiency that kept you from having the energy to work efficiently. All you could do was grasp the warm, hot chocolate mug as you melted into your uniformed legs that were hiked up on the break room sofa, gripping onto the last bits of consciousness you had, blinking profusely to try and stop yourself from passing out.

Lately you have been missing home. Missing that one thing that made you excited for the bitter days at the end of the year. Missing him. You hated getting soppy at work as you normally ended up crying in front of patients but there was something about the holidays that made you even more overwhelmed with appreciation. Riki had been working so hard, attending meeting after meeting, fan sign after video shoot and album signing after performances. You felt bad that YOU were so bothered by his work, by the state he visited you in. Falling into tidied sheets with an untidied attitude or drifting off to sleep whenever you were on call. You wanted to spend Christmas with him but it was like he wasn't there. The guilt of feeling jealous when he spent more time on weverse doing fan service than doing relationship service got too much to the point he snapped in front of you for constantly complaining about his exhausted state. You understood he was tired but you couldn’t help but to envy all the couples doing fun activities whilst you were stuck with dead legs by the weight of your passed out boyfriend's head.

You and Riki never argued. If you did it was always about the most mundane of things like who's turn it was to wash up or what position you were going to sleep in. Never anything serious. Never anything that kept you up at night crying over the look he gave you. You two had been pretty distant for about a week and a half at this point. You never stopped checking in on each other of course, its not like you stopped loving him but there was no effort for a conversation. You thought if you just let him get on with it, his schedule would die down and you'd have the same devilish boyfriend again but nothing came of it. Distracting yourself was the only thing that kept you from panicking as the big day came closer and there was still no sign of improvement. Your friends told you to have some 'christmas spirit' as your mood appeared drained but to be honest it was like Riki was the only Christmas spirit you could focus on. Like a ghost haunting you in the background. Living by yourself in a foreign country at such a young age was pretty difficult especially when all your friends had people to go home to. Riki was all you had and your mind soon filled with the possibility of spending the cold Christmas eve night alone and waking up alone and baking alone. He was never the confrontational type so maybe he was just scared you'd say something and start to pick a fight again?!

"Y/N…” your breath hitched as your senior caught you off-guard. "Hmm?" you squeezed out, trying to locate your voice whilst making eye contact. "You can go home early today" the corners of her mouth slowly turned upwards "I know you've been having a rough time lately, Merry Christmas". Suddenly the heaviness in your eyes released, offering a smile back “Merry Christmas.” You gripped on to the arms of the sofa, slowly lifting yourself to your feet, gathering your belongings.

And just like that, you were rummaging thorough your bag trying to find your schools dorm keys, happy to end the day. Often, days would end with you and Riki curled up in your bed watching horror films or playing animal crossing together but without him, days just merged together and became faint memories. You shakingly opened your door, stumbling as you took off your coat and shoes, discarding your bag and making a run for the kitchen. You don't remember when your fainting spells became so debilitating but you definitely weren't doing well. The shadowed look of your apartment didn't help, resulting in you bumping into cabinets and letting out little ouches along the way. You needed something sugary. Or at least water else you were going to become a pathetic pile on the floor. "Where the fuck-". You were usually pretty good at navigating in the dark but to be honest you weren't doing so well today. You finally let your ego be broken and turned to the light switch in order to fulfill your lightheaded desires. Sighing, you stomped your way over to your sweets cupboard. “Please i will take anything..” you whined, fidgeting around in a spotted tin.

“Ehem.” A deep, raspy voice that didn’t belong to you pierced into your heart, making it drop. You whipped your head around to see your sly, concerned boyfriend staring at you as he leaned against the countertop. “Don’t look so scared” he scoffed, “you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. He approached smirking, but as he got further that smug face he wore dropped, “why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost? You are so pale!” his hand slid around your waist as he towered over you with concern. “Probably because i was just on the verge of passing out only to be scared by my boyfriend who i haven’t seen in ages. I don’t know just a thought” you squeezed out, gripping onto his biceps as your tunneled vision turned into the outro of the century and your legs began to fold. “Oh my god.. have you been working-” and in that moment, you could no longer hold up the facade of JUST making it back to your dorm, as if the mere touch of him was more than homely to you, allowing you to finally pass out. Right there, in his arms. Obviously you hadn’t put any thought into that. How could you? But seeing you this vulnerable, this fragile broke Riki’s heart in ways he never experienced before.

A subtle mumbling of what seemed to be your television teased your consciousness and senses back into existence, as you soon felt the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms around your torso, hands intertwined in your limp fingers. “Hey, you alright?” he whispered after seeing your newly gained awakening. You couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, after days of not communicating with each other, pondering in the silence that surrounded your relationship, he still spoke to you and held you with the same softness.“I’m sorry”. That’s all you could say. After all the screaming and huffing you shared nights ago all you could do was apologise. He deserved it after all, he had been working hard because this was his dream and you couldn’t help but to be selfish about it. “Me too.” he pouted, leaning into your starstruck face as he did so. “I should’ve spent more time with you and i understand why you were so upset”. Your eyes must of twinkled with the way you were looking at him because before you could even come up with a response to protect his being, he pressed the most gently kiss you ever had on your newly swollen, rested lips. He took his time with it, not pulling back or moving but just enjoying being next to you again. As if it was instinct, your lips turned into a smile and your cheeks became cherry red, you needed to say something, anything, “I guess i just missed you, like a lot and i would have never wanted to make you feel bad about doing your job, especially after working so hard for it but i was just so jealous” you proclaimed after detaching your lips from his. Even the simplest look from his eyes made you feel weary again, as if you were going for round two of passing out. “I guess I missed you too which is why i broke into your apartment to surprise you” he scoffed “but you obviously had other ideas.” Surprise?! “What type of surprise?” you shuffled with excitement, now leaning mostly on him, eyes beaming with curiosity. “Well i was going to do loads of christmas activities with you-” you gasped making him smile, “BUT i thought i’d save that for christmas day and i’ve found something much more worth my time, plus i don’t want you overworking yourself considering the state you’ve gotten yourself into without me” he held your cheek, just staring at you as you repeatedly slapped his arm. Eyes widening you couldn’t help but to screech “TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT IT IS”. It had been a week without anything remotely good occurring and with your overwhelming amount of love for christmas that had been such a letdown, hearing him say that just threw you over the edge as if you were having a psychotic breakthrough. “Hmm i don’t know if i should show you now or laterrr.” he teased, comically scratching his chin whilst turning his attention to the top left corner of your bedroom ceiling. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RIKI” it was so embarrassing how much you needed this right now but you couldn’t help the childish wonders that filled your head. Riki was such a creative gift giver so next thing you knew, you were thinking about him handing you a small teacup sized kitten or relaxing on a white sanded beach together or flipping through a photo album that help all your memories in. “OKAY fine!” he moaned sarcastically, sliding his hand down into his trouser pocket. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until i say you can, even when i start talking.” You nodded, just wanting to find out what it was already. Closing your eyes you heard him clear his throat.

“I don’t know whether you have been feeling the same way i have lately but seeing you so desperate to spend time with me messed me up Y/n. It made me imagine a future where you were tired of waiting up all night for me to wake up or get to yours, a future where you decided enough was enough. I genuinely want you to know i’m here for the long run. Yes, i know we are SO young but i'm not sure i would have gotten so far without you. Which is why i want to promise that i’m gonna stay, that i'm going to try my hardest to show you all the things i think about and tell you how much you mean to me.” You had never heard Riki be so vocal and hearing the desperation and honesty in his words would have made you tear up if your eyes weren’t closed right now. He sniffed. Was he crying? “You can open your eyes now” he whispered. Your eyes automatically searched for his which were now damp and red but you also saw what he was holding. A rose quarts gem mounted on a woven silver band, nestled in the navy velvet box with the words ‘time is only well spent with the promise of you’ engraved into it. To be more than honest, this is not what you were expecting at all. You had never shown any type of materialistic mannerisms to Riki but this was more than that. More then a ring. And with that, you were bawling your eyes out, grasping the very hands that held it. “This is my promise to you. A promise that no matter how far or for how long we are apart from each other, i won’t give up on us.” Lips quivering, you made eye contact with him only to fall into his arms, heart pounding and mouth wailing. You had never felt so hopeful, so grateful. Sure, there was a lot of things you needed to talk about but in this moment of utter emotion, his arms wrapped around you, you felt the warmth of humanity and the passion that came with it. Christmas would soon be even more special as you got to spend it with the most heartful person you could have ever imagined, you were just glad it was him you would be experiencing it with.

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SAKURA.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: i really liked this idea and merged it with my little daydream of Gojo being in his clan and meeting you in a small village (like before he moved to the city or something) and tweaked it just a lil bit if that's ok!! i hope i delivered, and mwa ty for your request lovely anon i hope i got it all right, enjoyyy 💐

REQUEST: Can you pls write gojo who gets the Hanahaki disease cause of reader and gojos condition worsens so to keep the strongest alive the higher ups set up an arranged marriage with reader (her mission is to love gojo so he doesn’t die but she is defensive and uncooperative at first) but then she warms up to gojo (he does everything to make her happy) and they both live happily ever after 😭💕

SUMMARY — you meet a boy on a Taiko-bashi as a child. Little did you know, he was the prodigal son of the Gojo clan, and you would be married into that family to save his life.

WARNINGS — heavy angst to fluffy fluff, he steals ur first kiss, domestic life with ur kid Megumi at the end <3 😭, unrequited -> requited love, arranged marriage, quite a lot of blood/bloody flower mentions, disease/afflicted with coughing spells (see about the fictional Hanahaki disease here. Basically u cough up flowers and/or throw up full flowers if it gets life-threatening), poor boy almost dies, there’s a scene where it’s insinuated that he throws up a full flower, some teasing/playfulness yk the usual you'd expect from gojo, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

When you were seven, a boy a few years older than you – perhaps two or three – passed you by on a Taiko-bashi in a small village. You remember him as the boy with peculiar eyes and white hair who looked back at you on the bridge. In your eyes, it was a very ordinary encounter with a very extraordinary looking stranger.

But in his infinitely blue eyes, there was ingrained a more meaningful and vivid memory of that encounter. He held it very close to his heart. When you and he made that brief eye contact as he looked behind his shoulder, slowing at his mother’s side, he felt a windswept, lovestruck feeling come over him. He batted his pretty lashes at you and stopped walking for a fleeting moment, as if captivated, and then went his separate way with the image of your face burned into the forefront of his mind. His kimono fluttered as he tended to walk in a gliding manner.

When you were fourteen, the same encounter happened again. A familiarly pale face with barely grown-in features looked back at you – his whole body felt a twinge of excitement. He only took one small moment to look at you and yet knew you were the same girl he saw as a child on this very same bridge.

Years went by, and the two of you kept encountering each other at peculiar times in your lives at that same bridge. Neither of you spoke to each other once, well, you didn’t say a word – but he uttered a few boyishly desperate greetings and even bowed as he glided past you to try and get your attention. If only you would have stopped for a chat, the poor boy would have given anything for that.

In some way, it felt like the two of you knew each other, though it was only your eyes that ever talked.

Come your eighteenth birthday, you were burdened with awful news. You were to be married to a man you had never met – someone from the Gojo clan. That person was apparently fatally sick with a disease you had scarce knowledge on. You asked your friend at the time, her name you’ve long forgotten by now, about Hanahaki and all she said was;

“Your lover is going to spit flowers in your face.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust and confusion at this. A very silly image formed in your mind about the disease ever since your old friend had said that – all you could imagine was your future husband spitting saliva-wettened, half-destroyed flowers at your face.

The Gojo family and your family had always distantly known each other, hence all the visits to the village that they resided in. Your marriage to Gojo was long-debated throughout the years – yet neither you nor him knew anything about it. Neither of you prospected marriage, you were just the two strangers that passed each other on the Taiko-bashi every time the Sakura was in bloom.

The first time you and the son of the Gojo clan were introduced, it had already begun with a rocky start. You walked in when he had been overwhelmed with a coughing fit, and you were hushed back outside. The shoji door smacked shut behind you, and you heard sickly coughs piercing through the translucent sheets. When your future husband stopped coughing, and the blood and petals were cleaned up, you were brought back into the room. There were both your families and some important-looking officials in the large room, all formally sat on the tatami mats with mixed expressions. His mother seemed delighted at the sight of your face – but not more than her son.

Gojo Satoru, an eighteen-year-old at the time, with usually such a loud mouth and good joke up his sleeve, was rendered speechless when you had walked into the room. He analysed and absorbed every feature that made up the image of what he thought was the most charming and alluring creature ever to exist. Definitely a creature, he thought as you formally bowed with him, because no human could possess such an ethereal beauty.

Satoru was intrigued by you from your encounter on the Taiko-bashi, but when he was finally introduced to you he was utterly captivated.

The reasons and conditions for your marriage with the Gojo clan’s prodigal son conflicted with your strong beliefs in love and romance. You had rather aggressively told the poor boy your opinions in the days leading up to your wedding.

“I always thought,” you emphasized with a snotty tone, yet he listened to you like one would listen to the tranquil flow of the river under the Taiko-bashi, “that I would marry someone I loved, and not be forced to love…” you seemed so disappointed with how your life was turning out, that he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you.

“I’m a positive person, I have faith that you’ll fall in love with me in no time.” He said cheekily and winked at you. You felt very taken aback by such straight-forward flirting – you must understand, no boys in your village ever did that. They were very proper, even reserved.

He was almost charming in that instant, but then he added; “Who wouldn’t fall in love with me?”

At the time he was so full of himself that you could hardly believe there was space for any petals in his body. But there certainly was – when you left him alone in that room and stormed off, appalled by his conceit, he clutched the side of the door frame and coughed up little pink petals – enough to comprise three whole flowers.

It started worrying him, a few days before the wedding, when he started coughing more often. And not just that, but he started coughing up more petals than he had ever in his life. The peculiar disease had started during a time in his childhood that was coincidentally very close to the time he first passed you by on the bridge.

The night before the wedding, he laid in bed and brooded. And he was never the type to brood – he let life happen and moved on relatively easily. But he brooded, and brooded until it felt like he sunk so deep into his futon that he became one with it. The ceiling blurred.

What was going to happen if you didn’t fall in love?

That thought scared him so much that he violently drove it out of his mind and replaced it with an ideal daydream; he envisioned you and him cuddled up, bracing each other’s bodies, and melting into each other like real lovers do. He imagined you would be warmer than him, with that cool touch he had, and you would also stroke his hair. It was very fluffy, he made sure to point that out to you several times – but you never took a hint.

On the day of your wedding, he snuck to meet you just before the ceremony. He was crouched in the garden outside the room that you were preparing in. It’s then when he heard you voice your feelings to whoever it was helping you get ready.

“How can I love a stranger? And anyways, he is so full of himself, I can hardly believe there’s space for any flowers in there. There’s nothing I like about him.”

“Oh, Y/n, you have yet to learn about him. I’m sure you will find he’s rather charming. He is the pride of the Gojo clan, after all – he has the Six Eyes and Limitless. He’s the strongest, he’ll always be able to protect you – ”

It sounded like the woman talking about him was your mother, with how she praised him so much. She was right, Gojo thought; he could protect you from anything.

His expression was grave after hearing your thoughts. But he put on a lightened smile and masked his slight heartbrokenness when the rituals and main ceremony commenced.

It was a very formal, rigid ceremony. Gojo looked up at you sadly a few times, wishing you would spare a glance. He brooded on the idea that you’ll never love him like he loves you, and then a sickening, ticklish feeling spread in his throat and just as the closing ritual ended, he burst into a coughing fit – one of his worst yet. A bit of blood dribbled out his flushed lips, contrasting against his pale skin. Of course you were concerned – and of course you felt the urge to help and comfort him. But those feelings were purely out of the goodness of your heart.

Friends share love. But even when you and Gojo developed something resembling a friendship, it didn’t alleviate his disease. It was embarrassing sometimes, to realize that you were failing at the one thing you had to do; and that was keep him alive.

He was quite genuinely dying for you to love him.

Yet you refused to be in the same room as him for too long. Your mother had to encourage you. Eventually, both his family and your family worked together to make sure you and Gojo spent adequate time with each other. They organized meetups ranging from fancy nights-out to long voyages to weekend sleepovers. It was comical, how your families got along more smoothly than you and Gojo.

It’s the spring of his nineteenth birthday when the thought of kissing you becomes a reality. Well, it doesn’t go as he planned it. See, Gojo envisioned that kissing you would solve all his problems – he thought he could infect you with his love, somehow worm into your heart through a passionate kiss.

So when you and him sat for tea in a spacious room, kneeled side by side on the tatami mats, he went in for a kiss. You were distractedly straightening out your kimono when suddenly a pair of inexperienced, boyish lips crashed onto yours.

“Mmf!” you reacted with sheer shock – why on earth was he kissing you? The audacity, he had just insulted and made a mockery of you with a cheeky, playful attitude.

“Satoru!” you whined into his mouth.

He cupped the back of your neck and partly entangled his hands in your hair. White lashes sat pretty as he closed his eyes and glided his wettened lips over yours. For the briefest moment, you let yourself enjoy his kiss. But suddenly, as if your principles of love kicked back in and stomped on the moment, you shoved him away.

And a hard shove that was, he fell out of balance and landed on the mats with his elbows, a look of shock and surprise twisting into comedy.

“Playing hard to get?” he joked. His heart sunk ever so slightly at your rejection.

“You can’t just kiss a girl!”

“Come on, I’m your husband – if I can’t kiss you, then who is allowed to?” he asked.

You looked furious, like you were about to bite him, so he slowly started backtracking.

“I just wanted to see if kissing you would – ”

“How dare you, that was my first kiss! I thought I would have a cute first kiss, not a hasty one shared over… over a cup of tea!” you complained.

His expression changed and he started sputtering apologies. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know – I – ahuh!” he started lightly coughing.

And now it was your turn to feel apologetic, because all the bad tension between you and him brought on another violent coughing fit for him.

“I’m okay.” He choked out, eyes water and face reddened – some blood pooled at the corners of his lips, he instinctually brought his hand up to his mouth to catch any that dripped.

You rushed and kneeled over him, placing a much-needed soothing hand on his shoulder. “Satoru, I’m sorry.”

He tried to muster up a joke to lighten your worry, “H-hey, since when d’you call me S-Satoru? I thought it was strictly Go-jo.” he was interrupted by more coughing.

You comforted him, until his parents came into the room. They seemed disappointed with you, but masked it.

The night fell heavy all around the Gojo home. The barren Sakura trees’ branches subtly shook in the wind. A storm was approaching.

“Hey, sweetlips.” Gojo slipped into your room as you were in the middle of preparing for bed. “There’s a big storm comin’, if you get scared you can sleep with me.”

“Are you out of your mi-” you shut up when a sudden, extraordinary crack of lightning sounded and shocked you right out of your skin.

Gojo had a little laughing fit at your overreaction. He was completely calm at such a loud noise. Of course he was.

“I’m not sleeping with you!” you muttered angrily, but then you saw the dejection on his face – no, rather, you saw the way he tried to conceal it, and you felt bad.

Maybe tonight is the night you’ll try harder, you thought.

“Okay, well, don’t cry like a wimp if the thunder scares you ‘cause I won’t come running to soothe you.” He said and left you alone.

When he walked down the hall, his fingers grazed over his lips. All he could think about was how blissful it felt to kiss you, even if you did reject him. And he was your first kiss – maybe it was wrong to smile over that, but he couldn’t help himself as he climbed into the comforts of his bed.

A violent rainstorm engulfed the village.

As the lightning got more frequent and more terrifying, Gojo scrunched up his shoulders and half-hid his face under his blanket. He felt like a boy again, as scared of the thunderstorms as he was when he was seven years old. His pretty upturned nose peaked over the blanket, eyes glistening with tears as he recalled the fateful day you and him encountered each other at the Taiko-bashi.

He held onto that memory with a death grip. No one else ever had the honor of being so close to his heart, not even his best friend who he had made at Jujutsu high when he was seventeen. No, that heart of his he kept reserved for you. He thought to himself that night, while curling up on his side in pain, that even if he dies, at least he would die having been able to love you – albeit without reciprocation.

And then it happened. He shot up and let out a violent cough, and began spluttering over his white blanket. The thunderstorm was so violent that it muffled even the violent coughing in his room. His head felt like a dense ball of tension.

Unrequited love for many boys his age was heartbreaking, but not deadly. He morbidly laughed at that fact, observing the flower that he had thrown up onto his blanket, soaked in his blood.

He was dying.

He defeatedly closed his eyes, breathing through his blood-glistening mouth. His chest lightly heaved. “Y/n, you’re really gonna be the death of me… ah, oh well. That’s okay.” He muttered madly to himself and fell back onto his bed, too weak to stay awake any longer.

It was probably the work of the universe, but you floated down the unlit hall and tapped at Gojo’s doorframe. “Are you awake? Satoru?” you called his name in a gentle murmur.

There was an eerie silence. You slid open the door and caught a glimpse of bloodied sheets and a mangled-looking flower.

“Satoru!” you rushed over to him, stirring him awake with a harsh shake on his arm. “Satoru? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

He groaned weakly – you felt a small relief. He wasn’t dead, though he really looked pale enough to be. His cheeks were flushed, his lips cracked and dry with residual blood.

Not a word you spoke sounded coherent to him though it was, all he heard was the soothing qualities in your voice. Though his vision was blurred, he knew it was you, because he felt the familiar air and scent of you.

He felt a strange sort of alleviation when you cupped his cheeks, murmuring something. Oh, when did he end up in a doctor’s room, laid on a patient’s cot? Weren’t you and him just in his bedroom at night, during a loud thunderstorm?

All he recalled was that you held his hand and squeezed it for a long time, while you were travelling somewhere. He remembered feeling your comforting presence each time his consciousness stirred.

“Have I died and gone to heaven?” he chuckled jokingly, feeling your lips press to his forehead.

“Huh?”

“Probably dreaming…” he muttered to himself.

“Satoru, you’re not in heaven you’re at Doctor Tanaka’s home.” You told him.

He pinched his eyes shut, overwhelmed by his afflicting sickness and Six Eyes.

“I’m so sorry…” he heard you speaking in a more tender voice to him than you ever had before. He felt the pressure in his chest lessen as you spoke, “… I was going to come to you because the thunderstorm scared me… no, actually, because I wanted to be with you. I felt this overwhelming urge to be at your side, and I don’t know why. Satoru, I’ve been such a fool. I’ve been such a scared fool, fearful of loving a stranger. Or, no, I guess I’ve feared loving someone I’m not supposed to be loving. You’re so special I feel driven away by it. But I promise I won’t flee from your love anymore, Satoru – I love you, and I’ll express it as much as I can in this feeble human form. The rest of our love will happen in the stars, after we die, I guess.”

He opened his eyes. It felt like the burdening fog that had been plaguing him since he was a little boy on the Taiko-bashi finally cleared. Everything felt fresh and sharp, and good and properly comforting. It felt like he had woken up from a long dream or arrived home from a harrowing journey through the landscapes of his mind.

“So you can be good with your words.” Was the first thing he said, and that was such a Gojo response that you knew he was okay.

“How do you feel?” you asked him, peering down at him.

He groaned and stretched and shifted around, fussing dramatically.

“I feel…” he began, and looked over at your lips. “Like I deserve to be kissed.”

“Oh, shut up you…”

He pouted. “Okay, ‘guess the kissing can wai- mmf!”

You kissed him very quickly and recoiled from shyness. His lips were divine.

He shot up out of the bed like he couldn’t just believe what happened.

“Wow.” He blinked at you. “So gutsy, you know you’re not allowed to kiss your husband!” he joked.

“You are such a – ”

“ – good kisser?”

“An idiot!” you giggled, genuinely enjoying his company.

The two of you bantered, basking in the newfound feeling of shared love. When the doctor came back in, he was preparing to witness the worst – but he was utterly surprised and at a loss for words when he walked in on you two smiling and laughing.

And it was the talk of the village. Neighbors gossiped, “Did you hear that Gojo Satoru is cured?” they spoke amongst themselves, “I heard! Apparently it’s a very romantic love story, did you read the newspaper article?”

You and Gojo drifted down the Taiko-bashi, together. He squeezed your hand when you set foot on the bridge, the cool skin of his wrist tickling your inner wrist as they pressed together.

“What are we doing here?” you asked him confusedly.

“Don’t you know this place? It’s the place we met.”

“Ooh, you’re romantic, huh?” you smirked.

A small blush crowned his cheeks.

“I’ve been romantic since the start.” He defended.

“What d’you mean! You were so cheeky!” you kicked his leg.

“I was quite a menace, I’m sorry – not sorry – kidding, kidding, I am sorry.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smirk, knowing damn well what you were talking about.

“You know…” he began, looking over the bridge at the river flowing beneath and admiring how the stream carried the Sakura blossoms. “Whenever I used to get coughing fits – bad ones – I would soothe myself with the memory of when we first met here. I can still recall the kimono you wore, and the Sakura that got tangled in your hair – and I thought about…” he came closer to you, speaking with a charming allure, “How badly I wanted to pluck that flower from your hair.”

You blinked up at him. How could such romantic words come out of him? You didn’t know how to respond.

“Ooh, did I make you shy?” he teased.

“No…”

“I totally made you shy. That’s so sweet. Are you blushing?” he giggled, putting his cool palm up to your cheek to feel the heat, “Oh, you’re blushing blushing. You could burn my hand right off.”

“Satoru!” you giggled.

“Ah!” he clutched his chest dramatically when you said his name, “Don’t say my name like that! I have a wife.” He joked.

“You are ridiculous!”

He gave you a big, toothy smile. “But you love me for it.”

“I do.” You tell him, and though he’s heard it many times after that day, each time feels like the first time you’re saying you love him.

“Gimme a kiss.” He asks.

“Come get it.” You tease, slowly backing away off the bridge.

“Seriously? You’re gonna make me chase you for a kiss? I’ve coughed up petals because of you, ‘n you’re gonna do me like this – heyyy! Get back here!”

Running into the petal-littered streets like carefree kids felt so freeing and exhilarating. He felt like he was catching up on all the fun he missed, if only you would have lived in his village as a child or visited more often.

“Got you!”

“Ah! Jesus, you scared – mmmf!”

He didn’t hesitate to take a much-needed kiss from your quivering lips. He kissed you so hard that you felt dizzied, lost for breath, rendered speechless. And he relished the love pouring out from you.

You stood there being kissed by your husband in a quaint alley, standing tiptoed on the Sakura blossom-littered ground to meet him halfway. Gojo’s heart thumped at the smallest things, like the fact you were standing on your tiptoes – that was the cutest thing in the world to him.

The two of you took a break for breath, and silently admired the Sakura blossoms as they drifted, being swept away by the wind.

Gojo looked at them, and looked at you, and thought of everything that had happened up until now. He was about to say something lovey-dovey but blurted out a dumb joke instead just to hear your laugh.

“Damn, I used to cough up those things.”

You laughed, “Your jokes aren’t good, Satoru.”

“But you laughed.” He said cockily.

“Shut up or I will never kiss you again.” You playfully threatened.

“You don’t mean it.” He tilted his head at you. You cracked a smile.

On the walk home, he kept calling you various nicknames – all flowers.

That day became a cherished memory of the past as the two of you weaved your way into proper adulthood. And the nicknames followed; he went through the whole flower alphabet, even the bizarrely named ones, even the Latin root names. When he wanted to annoy you, he’d call you prunus subgenus cerasus.

Now Gojo fusses around the living room of his tiny Tokyo apartment, preparing food for a little boy of the name Megumi. The day is full and busy, but any second he can get with you, he relishes.

“My tulip, 'gimme a kiss.” He asks.

“Come get it.” You tease.

“Ew.” Megumi grimaces, hearing this exchange right as he walks into the kitchen. He walks right back out.

“Gumi, get back here, food is almost ready.” Gojo calls after him, then leans down to try and kiss you but you playfully dodge him.

It always happens like that – he asks for a kiss, you refuse jokingly, he chases after you for a kiss and you scamper away. Like a running joke that’s a callback to your past.

“C’mere, you – ” he finally snatches you up, too needy for a kiss to play around anymore. “Stay right there and let me kiss you.”

He enjoys every second of kissing you, embracing you tight like he’s never letting go. Just like when he first kissed you, Gojo cups the back of your neck and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. It has you breathless, gasping – he’s so alluring that you shudder.

“Satoru!” you scold, “The food will get cold…” you excuse.

“Okay, okay. But you owe me extra kisses tonight.” He winks.

“You’ll have to get them out of me yourself.” You tease.

“Oh, I will, don’t you worry. I’ll take every little kiss I can.” He says determinedly.

He pecks at your lips, savoring the sound and feeling of the act.

“Ew!” Megumi grimaces, and walks out the kitchen just as he walks in like earlier.

“Gumi! Food! Sit-your-silly-butt-and-eat! You rascal you.” Gojo lifts him by the armpits, and tickles him like a real dad.

Megumi is poker-faced at the tickling.

“Y/n, tell Gojo he’s being annoying.”

“Husband, you’re being annoying.” You murmur up at Gojo.

“Am I?” he smiles down at you, giving you another cheeky peck.

Megumi sighs.

“Stop spyin’ and start eating, little lotus.” Gojo threatens playfully.

“Dad. Save the flower nicknames for Y/n.” Megumi scrunches his nose up.

Gojo's face lit up. “Okay, okay. Enjoy eating, I'm gonna go see where she went off to.”

He hurried into the bedroom where you had wandered into and excitedly whisper-shouted “He called me dad!” he gushed like he was the happiest man alive.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

#♥️ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 #angst #fluff #plot #gojo x fem reader #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujustu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x yo #gojo satoru x reader #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #angst with a happy ending

[snickerduu]

What music do you like?

Any specific genre?

Any niche music that you'd recommend or think is underrated?

ooh, i listen to a lot of different genres at different times, so this answer might differ every other month HAHHA but for a very long time i've been a big fan of music that helps calm down my noisy brain -- usually folk/acoustic instrumentals! will never not love those

recently, i've been listening to a lot of hiatus kaiyote, alan gogoll, the oh hellos (their four winds albums are great and mean a lot to me), laufey, takashi kokubo (i always listen to their albums to sleep), and stray kids!

i'm also a fan of local filipino artists UDD and munimuni :)

and some other long-time favorites i always come back to are park bird, elephant gym, plini, erutan, haruno, khai dreams, again&again, ichiko aoba, and a bit of radiohead since my partner axl (who also makes music!! he's made all the music for my animations so far) is a really big fan of them HAHA i enjoy A Moon Shaped Pool the most out of their albums because it makes me feel so sad

for stuff i feel is underrated, i personally think more people should listen to elephant gym and alan gogoll!! genuinely surprised their music hasnt reached over a million monthly streams on spotify yet, they're very pleasant listening experiences 🐛 my earworms (side note i feel like axl has better answers for niche music since he seems to always find really good hole-in-the-wall artists, he's positively influenced the range of music i listen to since before uni! we were in a high school band back then HAHA)

also i listen to ABBA with my dad a lot! their songs and documentaries play every car ride we have so i know every song at this point...but their songs are all bangers so its ok (my favorites voulez-vous and gimme gimme gimme)

these are all off the top of my head so i might've forgotten other ones!! maybe if another music ask comes out next time i'll spew out another bajillion HAHA thank you for asking and for reading this block of text :) !!!

#ask #music

[shroomi1e]

❝ bouquet ❞

kazuha + albedo + zhongli + childe + xiao

summary: flowers and their meanings that represent genshin men

cw: fluff + angst throughout (heavier angst on xiao)

what i listened to while writing: bouquet - ichiko aoba

a/n: i honestly had a lot of fun researching floral language and learning different flower meanings. i definitely wanna do this again but i have another idea in mind so it might be a while before a pt. 2 lol. sorry again for the hiatus (as always) but i just wanna thank you guys for supporting the blog despite the lack of content 🩷

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kazuha | narcissus: until i finally see you again

even from afar, you are always at the forefront of kazuha’s mind. he makes careful brushstrokes on a maple leaf, writing in flowers how he misses you so dearly. and when the moon climbs up to the sky, he climbs up to the crow’s nest of the ship, praying to the wind to deliver his message to you. with a final gentle kiss to seal his words, he lets go of the leaf, watching it ride the wind toward you.

and in the days he misses you, the samurai often finds comfort in nature, all the little gifts from the gods reminding him of you. the way the delicate leaves sway in the wind is reminiscent of your soft hair in the wind as you lean over the edge of the ship, the sprouting cherry blossoms of inazuma are just like your rosy cheeks after you’ve read another one of his haikus, the quiet lamp grass flowers shine in the night just as your eyes do, the melody of the birds sounds just like your soft giggles as you lay next to him, and the way kazuha brushes away the dew drops in the early morning reminds him of your fingertips wiping away his silent tears at night when the nightmares are too much to bear.

“the gods must have molded you after this world,” he thinks to himself, “for your beauty rivals that of the flowers, birds, and all that is beautiful.”

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albedo | daisy: you have made me born anew

albedo has always known that he is different from the others. too different, in fact, to fit into society. he has neither mortality nor a human purpose, only a single mission given by his master: to find out the purpose and meaning of life. despite being a pure, pristine being, he can’t help but want to be dyed in your colors. for the first time, the alchemist feels human. the steady thumping of his heart, the warmth crawling up his cheeks, and his fingertips shaking, it’s all so new to him.

albedo finally understands what his master meant. rhinedottir had never wanted albedo to run on commands, but rather pursue something that gave him a purpose, that ‘something’ being you. that’s precisely why she abandoned him with the last mission, the last question. and despite having neither status nor money, what albedo does have is his time. in a world where a century feels like a minute, the world suddenly seems to spin slower as soon as you wrap your arms around him.

when albedo caresses you and takes in your scent and your warmth, he melts into something else. he wishes no longer to be the kreideprinz, but instead the human named albedo, a regular alchemist from mondstadt.

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zhongli | bluebell: my love for you is everlasting

the geo archon’s hand trembles ever so slightly as he slides the ring on your finger. your hands feel unbearably warm against his as you slide off his gloves, revealing his dark brown fingertips with veins of gold. when you push the golden band onto his ring finger, zhongli makes a silent promise to you.

he wants his love to be everlasting, to last longer than the rocky mountains of liyue, longer than the ancient monuments and ruins, and longer than his own soul can last. zhongli knows very well that you won’t be here for long. it’ll all be one ephemeral moment before you turn to dust, but your soul will always lie with him, in his heart. he’ll carve your words into stone, he’ll shape the mountains to your figure, he’ll mold the land of liyue after your beauty, and anything else it takes to immortalize you forever.

and when you finally have to leave him, zhongli sits at the stone table on mount aocang, waiting. every day he sits there, pouring two cups of tea and admiring the scenery of the stone forest ahead of him. he knows it’s rather childish; it’s already clear that you’re not coming back.

but the ever-so-rational zhongli can’t help but imagine. what if one day you trek up the mountain and greet him just as you always did? what if you sit next to him and begin telling him about your day, complaining about that same co-worker as you always did?

it’d be such there wasn’t a cup of tea ready for you if you were to come back…

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childe | cornflower: i crave your gentleness

childe doesn’t fear anything. mighty dragons, corrupted abyssal creatures, not even the higher-ranking harbingers themselves. he is bold as ever, always the first to raise his fists or his weapon, always the first to find himself a challenge. battered bruises and scars are routine to him, and the strength of his enemies excites him.

but why is it that he so easily crumbles beneath your touch?

it’s the way your fingernails barely kiss his eyelashes and graze down to the freckles on his cheeks, counting them one by one as if you were counting the stars in the sky, that makes childe afraid. your touch feels so soft, so gentle that he fears that you might turn to dust, that this might all be an illusion of his dreams.

childe’s arms sit like lead by his side, unable to reciprocate your serene affections. what if his skin doesn’t reach yours, and he instead realizes you are a ghost? what if you shatter like porcelain under his touch? please, please just stay by his side. he doesn’t care if you are real or not, just keep giving him those same gentle touches as you are now. just at least until he falls asleep, where he can meet you in his dreams.

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xiao | sweet briar: i am wounded, and yet you're here

though most people believe the hardest battles are between xiao and the demons, it is between xiao and himself where he most struggles. every day is a tug-of-war between him and his masked self, a battle that determines whether or not he can resist the corruption that has piled up within his soul. and yet he always manages to win by a hair.

but of course, xiao has his weaknesses as well. there will always be days when his nightmares claw at his body and attempt to tear him apart, where the wails and screeches from tormented souls echo in his head. he can feel his mask getting tighter, almost as if it’s suffocating him for his sins. but xiao knows you’ll always be there. he knows you’ll come running towards him, ripping his mask off, which is now stained with tears. he knows you’ll wrap your arms around his body, kissing his forehead while muttering sickly sweet affections.

even on the days when he half expects you to not be there, you always manage to find a way. this is why xiao made his promise to you, to always be at your beck and call, even through worlds and universes. even if he's battered and frayed, he wants to embrace you at your lowest, just as you always do. whether he survives isn’t important, as long as he spends the last moments in your arms.

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a/n: i didn't mean to make zhongli's much longer than everyone else's, it just kinda happened... i wanted to add pictures of the flowers but for some reason tumblr just won't let me :((

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #gi #gi x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #kazuha #kazuha x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #childe #tartaglia #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin comfort #xiao #xiao x reader #genshin hc #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin fic

[imvenusasaboy]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

At the edge of world

We strain our ears to hear the galaxy

A gentle breeze, your ankle

Outlines the bellflowers

The palm of my hand, curled in the soil

When it envelopes yours

It’s bittersweet

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS ❤️😭❤️😭❤️ I’m a little late for the milestone but it took a while to figure out what i wanted to do exactly . I can’t believe i’ve come this farrrr it warms my heart so much to know people enjoy the things I make 🥹

( Sorry I couldn’t put direct translations in the video , I’m not too well versed in japanese grammar so I wasn’t sure which lyric translation would go first given the fact that japanese is very different grammatically to english and i’m just Not knowledgeable enough to know what the translations would be in parts rather than full lines 🥹 )

Song: Asleep Among Endives - Ichiko Aoba

#g/t #giant tiny #g/t art #g/t ocs #sfw g/t #gianttiny #size difference #giant/tiny #g/t animatic #g/t animation #oc hosah #oc teddy

[zzoguri]

of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i'll bruise my fingers just for you) ➵ masterlist

non-idol!jacob bae x reader, slight non-idol!ji changmin x reader

when you are unable to continue living in the city, you are forced to move back to the small provincial town you begged to stay away from. but when you come face-to-face with the reliable village co-chief, jacob bae, you learn that your stay won’t be so pleasant after all. 

general genre/warnings ➵ childhood friends to strangers to lovers, slow burn, slice of life, angst, but also fluff!, afab reader (they/them pronouns), hurt/comfort, a lot of flashbacks, being lost (and trying to figure things out) in your late 20s, a lot of trauma that stem from mommy issues, themes of grief, forgiveness, and pressure to succeed, jacob writes songs to reader and reader peels tangerines for jacob (hence the title), juhaknyeon has witnessed your relationship with jacob from blossoming to downfall to reigniting stages, ji changmin is the second lead (i am so sorry), taking care of jacob because he gets sick :’), you and jacob end up working at your father's restaurant together!!, your dad has a lot of regret & wants to take care of you to make up for both his and your mom's mistakes, kissing, cuddling, suggestive themes

word count for official parts ➵ projected to be 40-60k words (oops? lets see if i stick with it)

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub

playlist ➵ dreams, books, power and walls by jannabi // slow down by laufey // for lovers by lamp // dried flower by wave to earth // behind the moon shadow by lamp // i'm your man by mitski // my mother and i by lucy dacus // what used to be mine by faye webster // hagupit by ichiko aoba // kodoku by mei semones // matilda by harry styles // when you love someone by day6 // francis forever by mitski // right side of my neck by faye webster // nan chun by se so neon // kind of (type of way) by faye webster // regent's park by bruno major // dreams (demo) by grentperez // let you break my heart again by laufey // class of 2013 by mitski // happiness by taylor swift // clementine by grentperez // in a good way by faye webster // absence of you by grentperez // ripples by beabadoobee // araw-araw by ben&ben // sweet decay by chasu // sunny days by wave to earth // glue song by beabadoobee

a/n ➵ finally introducing the one work i've been very excited to release!!! this idea has been sitting with me even before i wrote “of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)” :OO i hope you come along with me in this journey!! i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this!

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

official parts ➵ one

when you are unable to continue staying in the city, you are forced to move back to the small provincial town you begged to stay away from. but when you come face-to-face with the reliable village co-chief, jacob bae, you learn that your stay won’t be so pleasant after all. 

➵ two (coming late january-early february)

jacob makes it clear that he wants nothing with you anymore. after that argument, you share the sentiments. but would peeled tangerines make him hear you out?

➵ three (coming late march-mid april)

you've finally come to terms that the corporate life isn't for you. with that, you decide to work part-time in your dad's restaurant. now, there's no way to escape jacob—and absolutely no way to escape rekindled feelings.

➵ four (coming early may-mid june)

as you take a trip to the outskirts of town, you have to come face-to-face with everything you've kept buried the past years. and although it may be scary, you're glad that you're coming to terms with them—all thanks to time and your best friend.

drabbles/oneshots

coming soon...

note that number of chapters, titles, release dates, and and synopses are subject to change

#zzoguri works #deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #the boyz #jacob bae #the boyz x reader #jacob bae x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #jacob bae angst #jacob bae fluff #of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i’ll bruise my fingers just for you)

[defjux]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals.

hey thanks, much appreciated and i'm always down to do these. here's 10, and the clicking on the names should take you right to the songs on youtube.

Ultramagnetic MC's - Raise It Up Jam Baxter - Bodyslam Cannoball Adderley - Dancing In The Dark Fleshwater - The Razor's Apple Grouper - Holofernes Joshua Virtue - Genus Ichiko Aoba - Adan no Shima no Tanjyosai Mare Cognitum - Luminous Accretion Bark Psychosis - Shapeshifting Drive Like Jehu - Hand over Fist

there's a lot of people on here that i know have good taste and would like to see what they'd get, so i'll just tag em instead of sending individual asks

@moorrockin @soulknowledge @lostintheunicornland @hotsauceaficionado @atticchild @soldelasoul @newkindofcozy @freshwoner @stylesthatfadeaway @sclr @missch33f @maldoror-est-mort @mingusdewofficial @sludgeeem @chroniclesofnadia111 @astrodislocate @thebonesofhoudini @malazansapper @gasdrawlsss @forevermatic @opeths @destructospin @curvesofherflesh @brownyuio @alllllllllapologies @outmymind--justintime @whitesunshine @rezime @counter-intelligentsia @suitthehellhounds @nonsensejunkie @ellos444 @nyro @ominoushuman

hope yall are doing well, and if anyone else wanted to do this and tag me that'd be cool too.

#music shuffle #music recommendations

[xanzusx]

Thanks for the tag! @carrionthird 💕

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!

Te quiero ver- Natalia Lafourcade

Haunted by the thought of you- Jill Tracy

The Seed- AURORA

Pixel affection- Yeule

Six feet apart- Alec Benjamin

Dueles- Jesse & Joy

Angelitos Negros- Pedro Infante

Easier- The Crane Wives

Bouket-Ichiko Aoba

He hit me (and it felt like a kiss) -Nicolle Dollanganger

@laecandraw @cup-of-wine-glass-of-tea @chamoy-with-mango03 @annzy-bananzys-corner @phoena12 @berserk-ir @rye-in-a-coat @tiny-idiot-in-a-tinier-bucket

#interesting mix #what does this say apart from the fact that 80% of these songs make me cry LMFAO??? #tagging

[savnofilter]

what type of music do you think iida is into? 🐳🐳

               tenya iida

tw; sfw & different music genres!! 🙀

read more; masterlist | drabble masterlist | students masterlist

a/n; this one actually made me think,,, because we all think that iida is like some uptight right? but like let's be real, he definitely got some sneaks of what he listens to on his playlist! i kinda wanna do this for more characters:'). thank you, anon!

1 — classical

well...this one was obvious. mans needs stimulating music that can help him think, train and focus. if you think classical music dont go hard, YOU ARE WRONG! there is such a wide variety of what you can get whatever you are feeling for. he probably does poses in the mirror while he has earphones in his hero costume .. like yes it's that bomb. even calm music is what soothes him the most. you can not convince him otherwise. 🤷🏽‍♀️

☆ fave artist - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

✮ fave song - Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky

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2 — asian pop (specifically j & kpop)

OH YEAH, HES A GIRL GROUP STAN IDC IDC IDC IDC IDCCCCCCCC. he love him some girly pop music. learns the dances too. does he go to meet n greets and shit? absolutely not. will go to a concert though. he definitely love the bubblegum pop music too. actually tbh, as long as the singer has a sweet voice in it, he'll love it. he's also a sucker for the more mature idols too—theres a lot of back n forth of what he prefers. he just appreciates the feminine art lol.

☆ fave artist - Babymetal (jpop) & TWICE (kpop)

✮ fave song - Black Cherry by KODA KUMI & Heart shaker by TWICE

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3 — swing

okayyy bc you know this mans is smooth asf. he love him some swing, if classical music is to stimulate him, this genre brings more ease to himself. he be feelin' so shnazzy and free listening to it. swing/jazz is basically straight deep vibes. whenever he needs to just sway, swing is his go to.

☆ fave artist - Luis Armstrong

✮ fave song - What A Wonderful World by Luis Armstrong

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4 — house/dance electronic

YEAH HE GOT HAPPY LIL FEET 💃🏽 he don't how to dance but he really wants to learn how to shuffle?! like he genuinely tries, and hes low-key kinda really good at it now! another genre where he feels carefree and light. just straight vibes and grooves. ugh he is so real for this.

☆ fave artist - Daft Punk

✮ fave song - Push The Feeling by Nightcrawlers & Latch by Disclosure ft. Sam Smith

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5 — folk/city/café pop

tbh the songs under this has been categorized as pop, but like?? it sounds like folk to me. probably the other most personal music genre for him. similar artist that he may listen to to put it into perspective is like Laufey and maybe Phoebe Bridgers. that's the type of soothing vibe he needs when listening to this music. probably goes to the beach listens to this when he's by himself, or when hes alone and can really sit in his thoughts.

☆ fave artist - Lamp

✮ fave song - Sleep Among Endives by Ichiko Aoba

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HIII BRAINROT :D

It’s been months since i was last in your askbox but i check your page daily because i love your work 🥲 (got me through my finals no joke)

As always my hyperfixation is music of so many genres and I had to pick a few favorites for the main 6 that I think are so Them™️!

Julian

the first cutie patootie ever (he needs more than therapy.)

- The Night by Aurelio Voltaire

- Mess is Mine by Vance Joy

- Stay With Me by Sam Smith

- Creature by Half•Alive

- Toes by Glass Animals

- Youth by Glass Animals

- If I Speak by Frank the Baptist (it sounds like a sea shanty to me 🧚🏼‍♀️)

Asra

Not too big on Asra so my analysis might not be accurate!

- Gooey by Glass Animals

- Borderline by Tame Impala

- Escapism from the Steven Universe soundtrack

- Homage by Mild High Club

- Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

- Pink + White by Frank Ocean (totally not bc this song and Asra are both ethereal haha..)

- Choking on Flowers by Fox Academy

Nadia

the woman 💕 It was tough finding songs to fit her but i attempted hehe

- Au Revoir by Malice Mizer

- Show Me How by Men I Trust

- rises the moon by liana flores

- Asleep Among Endives

- Smooth Operator by Sade

Muriel

He would love music in the same way he loves nature prove me wrong

- Dawn in the Adan by Ichiko Aoba

- Gilded Lily by Cults

- I’ll Be There by Strawberry Guy

- TrusT by Half•Alive

- Mountains by Message To Bears

Portia

WIFEY ™️ she’s so amazing and grggggahsggsdnfn i love her

- Fish in the Sea by Liana Flores

- Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me

- Fine by Lemon Demon

- Empire Ants by Gorillaz

- Russian by Caravan Palace

- Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

- Hidden in the Sand

Lucio

last but not least, the silliest! His songs are mostly upbeat with a deeper meaning imo :3

- I’m Still Here/Jim’s Theme from Treasure Planet

- My Type by Saint Motel (works wonderfully with Julian too)

- Love Me Normally by Will Wood

- Charlie’s Inferno by That Handsome Devil

- Origami by Capital Cities

-Still Feel by Half•Alive

- Cake by the Ocean (purely meant as a joke bc of the baewatch tale but take it as you will!)

This is all i’ve got currently cause I’m eepy but i do hope you like them! do remember to take breaks if you need them ‼️

Hiya! Oh my goodness, @vegaspng it's so nice to hear from you!! And congratulations on getting through finals, that is not an easy thing to accomplish. I'm humbled and honored that my writing was able help just a little bit ^.^

Those are all wonderful suggestions! I've put as many of them as possible on the playlist (there were one or two I couldn't find on spotify) and I'm putting these on the tag too, thank you for sending them!! :D

#ask arcana brainrot #arcana brainrot playlist #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game

[uranotype]

thanks for the tag @isthisamew! Sorry it took so long to get to this Last Song/Album: Ichiko Aoba - Windswept Adan. Such a gorgeous album. Highly recommend Porcelain off of it as an entry point.

Favorite Color: all shades of green

Sweet, Spicy, Savory: savory forever...too many things i love are savory. peanut butter, meat, cheese. savory goated

Last TV Show: terrace house and i'm damn obsessed

Last Film: The Poor Things

Last Thing You Googled: minolta x-700

Relationship Status: poly two partners

Current Obsession: film photography, i've been working at a camera shop cleaning up old cameras and having a blast, as well as doing my own photography. I've got plans to maybe start selling cameras and film and man this stuff is so addictive!

i tag @lucisevofficial @ludowoods @theslime @madison-tourmaline @ravingsockmonkey but only if y'all wanna ^_^

[keeyo7]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals.

Thank you very much!

#stuff #music! #ask #thank you!!

[hanrolld]

૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

19/05/2024:

today I went to a Chinese theme park in the city I’ve been staying, this city is less rainy than the place that I live, I don’t enjoy rainy days so I’m really happy to feel a little sun and vitamin D, I decided to make a little journal in my tumblr, it’s a project I tried last year but I think I’m going to make it this year, I don’t have many friends and not everyone gets my style so I’m working in myself, if you read this thank you but you are not obligated to :3 I’m just setting little goals, sadly writing this I noticed that I was doing this so maybe someone play attention to me and that shouldn’t be the goal, either way thank you for reading a have a great day, love you (say it back!)

Song of the day:

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ parfum d’étoiles › ⠀

by ichiko aoba

#journal #diary #online diary #spotify #y2k #fashion #music #china #chinese art #blue sky #sky #aesthetic #pinterest #picture #photography #ichiko aoba

[suziesfaith]

≡;- ꒰happy moments...꒱

i am the happiest when scrolling on pinterest and saving pins to my "God is good" board and listening to ichiko aoba. bonus points if my window is open and the birds are singing. spring is so beautiful! thank you for this season Jesus<3

#christian #christian faith #christianity #faith in jesus #jesus #jesus christ #god #jesusisgod #bible #christblr

[oraclebykittie]

tagged by @schoolhater :3! thank you!!!

last song i listened to:

ive also been listening to lots of ichiko aoba and broadcast recently. tender buttons and windswept adan specifically !!

currently watching: im relistening to taz balance if this counts and i keep watching regular show. i love regular show >:)

currently reading: lots of layli long soldier’s work. also recently i read no longer human and i reread that anarchist library essay desert :] and ive been using marginalia to find old poetry blogs and defunct lit mags during classes lol

current obsession: WINGSPAN!!! the steam version is half-off right now i love playing it so much :3 also i recently saw jpegmafia + danny brown and the show was SOOOO GOOODDDDD. changed the world <3 and also a new brand of salsa i started buying.

now i tag @beehaiku @wintersloveanimalcollective @siberiantrap @blackvestals @honeycomb-butch @machinegirlboy @limewiremother @solarismp3

#txt #this one is cool because i get to list awesome things 😎

[jellystinger]

About Me …!

Amalia / Ami ౨ৎ˚₊‧ she/it + 18

- This is a blog for sea creature lovers ! Mostly focusing on Deep Sea Research and Jellyfish ! I might also talk about some other things that are loosely sea related here too !! -

Ami’s Contacts…౨ৎ˚₊‧

Pinterest —> @jellystinger

Instagram —> @deepseaama

Email —-> [email protected]

ACCOUNT RULES !

( please read before following or sending asks )

DNI ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

Please do not interact with my account if you are Racist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Sexist exc. I want my account to be a safe space for everyone who loves the ocean and its creatures ! If you are a hateful person, though, you have no place on my account or in my community !!

RULES ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

Please do not say negative things about the creatures posted here, though I understand deep sea creatures may look odd or even scary, I want this to be a place to appreciate these creatures ! If there are any negative things commented on my posts regarding the creatures you will be removed !!

Do not start fights with each other, though I can’t imagine what sort of arguments could even go on, I still don’t want to risk it. Like I’ve said I want this to be a safe place for everyone !!

Please be patient with me ! Though I will try my hardest to have a steady post schedule, there may be times I fall behind. I am a full-time college student and I also have a job that comes before this blog, so please bear with me if posts become a little slow !!

Thank you so much for reading ! I hope you enjoy my blog ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

#jellystinger #Spotify