#ask.🌧

[petrichorium]

PLUVI UR TAGS ABOUT GEPARD IM IN DISARRAY

Gepard and his fat fucking cock that he in theory does understand is stupid big (the man is a military officer u can’t exit those barracks with a cock like his Not knowing how well endowed you are) but it doesn’t really register until you first see it………..

And he’s embarrassed really, the first time you stare with it throbbing in your palm and in sheer disbelief say “this can’t fit inside me.” He’s embarrassed when you try to wrap your fingers around it and they don’t touch, embarrassed when you lay it over your abdomen and gasp at just how far up your tummy his leaking tip reaches…….

Embarrassed when—even after such careful, meticulous prep and the way you both are soaked through as he eases in for the first time—the rubber you’d so sweetly rolled onto him only manages to last a scant few thrusts before splitting at the seams entirely. He flushes red down to his shoulders, buries his face into the crook of your neck. You’re laughing, and much to his chagrin your uncontrollable giggles at his expense are… stimulating. And if he were being honest the mean, condescending coo to your voice isn’t helping whatsoever with that specific issue.

He’s letting out a choked sound and spilling into you before he can realize what has been building, the tattered remains of the condom doing nothing to stop you from feeling it immediately. All he can do in the aftermath is press his burning face harder against your bare shoulder and hump mindlessly into you.

#ask.🌧 #prettyboykatsuki #um. anyway #is this realistic not at all but it’s a fucking hilarious concept sorry geppy I would laugh so hard at your fat cock struggles #also disarray……… someone has been playing too much swarm disaster perhaps 🤨 #JDNFKSNFKND #cw.creampie #char.🌧 gepard

[pluviophile-imagines]

i can't help but wonder about the "i'm gonna marry you but i don't want kids" with gojo. because he probably would be the one to bring it up

omg im sorry this took so long but,,,,, here we are 👀 as always linking the usurper!gojo tag and the masterlist for this au warnings: the no kids talk!

it’s hardly subtle.

he doesn’t ease you into it; he isn’t coy. he all but storms into your chambers, after dark but before you’ve snuffed the candles keeping the room light enough for your reading.

he doesn’t bother to tell you why, but you know—instinctively, because you know him and you know his advisors and you’re well used to his moods when they’ve been particularly nagging about his duties as king—what’s set him off. the indication that it’s worse than typical is that he keeps that odd eye jewelry perched upon his nose, chain gleaming yellow in the light of the flames as he stalks over to your lounging form upon the bed.

his arm finds your legs over the nightclothes you wear, wraps around them firmly to move them just enough for him to perch on the edge of your mattress. they don’t leave, even as you set aside your book—you expect him to lay his head on it, anticipating the typical song and dance of his pouting and whining as you push him away only to relent and let him hold you as you both drift off into slumber.

instead he hovers. even sitting he looms over you, hand tightening on your thigh and thumb rubbing soft, meaningless patterns through the fabric of your dressing gown that soothe the nerves set on edge by your inability to see the look in his eyes.

a beat passes. you wonder if he’s calmed.

but when he speaks it’s terse, low, with the kind of simmering rage he keeps close to his chest for only those pitiable few he despises utterly, and he dips his head to look over the frames of those onyx lenses and regard you with irises dark with something terrible.

“i will not give you a child.”

the statement bowls you over. your breath hitches, if only because of the way he stares—deadly serious,

“wh—what?”

“i will not allow you to bear my children. i might be amenable to a ward, if you so desire. but i will not seed you,” his grip tightens on your thigh, “and it should go without saying that once we marry neither will any other.”

you haven’t a clue how to respond to such a thing.

he speaks as if it’s a confession; as if he’s betrayed you somehow. he holds you like you’ll disappear, or flee—and perhaps, had he told you this months ago when you’d been flighty and diffident with his affections, your rigidity might have led you to. but it is now, and you haven’t fled yet, and your beloved is nothing if not unconventional and shameless in his eccentricity.

you ponder on that too long.

“say something,” he demands, sounding almost small.

“why?” spills from your lips without thought; not petulant, or angry, but confused. not just by him—by you. you ought to be devastated, no? you ought to be angry. you assuredly are not.

“my bloodline as it has been for generations is a scourge,” he tells you readily. “i will do everything within my power to wipe it out. therefore, i cannot have an heir. not even one.”

not even one. not a single child. the thought washes over you like the temperate water of the lake on your grounds back home, the very one you’d once played in regularly as a child. the very one your mother had once mentioned taking your own children to, someday; children who you never fantasized about, children who never had faces or names, children who you never set aside letters or dresses or trinkets for to gift on birthdays.

not even in those teenage years spent with your current betrothed, the only man you’d ever thought of kissing and caressing you, had you once envisioned a life with children. they’d only appeared once you’d been brutally introduced to reality, and had to accept the promise of a life with a rich man who doesn’t love you.

a life which your king has gallantly shattered, and replaced with something far brighter.

“i will bear the burden of prevention,” he tells you soothingly, as if your silence has been about the effort of this request. “you needn’t worry that pretty mind over it. over any of this, my queen—“

“i am not yet your queen,” you interrupt, instinct bidding you to speak where your mind remains miles away.

“my bride,” he amends, ”look at me.”

you do.

“i want you,” he says, as if it’s some known truth of the universe, written in the stars. “i want you fervently, ardently. i won’t have another. but i will not give you my children. if you cannot take that slight, then so be it.”

the emotion that has been welling within you since the first words he'd spoken has become so intense it’s impossible to listen properly. you cannot name it without ruminating; you lay beneath him, eyes widening, not quite seeing—or hearing the words he continues to say—as you let it all sink in.

but when his hands fly to cradle your face, you’re snapped from the daze, attention suddenly brought back to the man before you.

“oh, oh, precious girl, don’t cry.” cry? his thumbs wipe away tears from your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized they’d been falling. “don’t cry”—he almost laughs, yet his voice breaks—“you’ll break my heart.“

“no,” you gasp, “no, my king, i’m hardly sad, i’m… relieved.”

that’s it. you’re relieved. he’s removed a heavy weight from your chest and you hadn’t even known of it. you will not have to bear him children. the assurance floods through your veins like liquid joy. not ten, not five, nor two nor even one; none whatsoever.

“relieved?” he repeats, blinking in surprise.

you’d never even considered the possibility. from the moment you’d known of your place in this world you’d resigned yourself to the role of childbearing. only now do you realize how much you had been dreading such a thing. only now do you understand the fear, and the relief.

“i… don’t believe i want children either.” the statement feels so final it ought to be terrifying, but it settles into your bones with a tangible rightness.

your betrothed regards you in shock. his hands fall from your face—and then they latch to your body, one on your thigh again and the other behind your neck, pulling you up and flush against him as he kisses you harshly.

“you’re so perfect,” he breathes into your mouth, unreactive yet pliant against him. “made for me, just for me, i swear—“

you kiss back, making his rambling cut off in a strangled growl as he only tugs you in closer and deepens the embrace. he’s still speaking, but it’s unintelligible; praise, certainly, muffled compliments and manic devotion. he’s relieved too, you realize. foolish to think him confident in this declaration. foolish, you’re coming to understand, to think him sane in any circumstance which might take you from him.

(if you are made for him then he is made for you, surely. this relief would be impossible for any other to give you.)

he pulls away when he realizes you’re still crying. you catch your breath, blink back the tears, let him fuss over you until your voice is solid enough to speak.

despite the relief, there is lingering hesitance; lingering fear. “you say you will bear the burden of prevention, but what of the burden of blame? they will talk, as the months go by. they will call me barren, unfit to be by your side; they will demand you take on a mistress—“

“i won’t,” your betrothed snarls, grip on your thigh almost painful with how fiercely his fingers tighten, “i would never, and i’ll cut down all those who speak ill of you.”

your laughter is disbelieving, wet with the traces of saltwater. “hardly a sound plan to run a court, my king. unless its intent is for running it to the ground.”

“for you, my heart? anything. i would raze this kingdom if it spoke your name without awe.”

that shouldn’t be comforting. it ought to be terrifying. instead you reach up to hold his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

“kiss me again,” you command.

#ask.🌧 #anon #usurper!gojo #char.🌧 gojo #mine.🌧 #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[professional-termite]

Draw octavius wearing socks with sandals

termite trying a new cartoony style? more likely than youd think

#ask #🌧 #octavius #octavius natm #natm #natm octavius #night at the museum

[strawbubbysugar]

Do you.... perhaps have a sona?

- 🌧 anon

Since this is a pseudonym account I didn’t have a sona, but you inspired me to make one! :D this is also my way of telling y’all you can call me Bubby!

#my art #ask #bubby #mmmmbubby #🌧 anon

[suengmi]

where’s the moot list bby 😭 no pressure no pressure

@l3visbby @abcdefgiwsmcty @blankdyean @seungbinbin @peachbokkie @seung-mong @comet-falls @lix-ables @zoe8stay @lixie-phoria @mingiswow @snow-pegasus @rubywritesss @kaystrids @felixvsp @hyunlixwife @changbinpegger @luckieleaf @christopher-bangnaldoskzz @sleepyleeji @seungmonsta @daddyjoonchua @daceydeath @gayforfelix @hearts4sungie @fakeyesopen @ipegchangbin @feltednettles @hanjibug

i think that's it huhuh ;;

#ask 🌧 #moots <3 #i only follow like 50 blogs #but these are all lubly babes #MAYBE SOME DONT FOLLOW ME BACK IDK

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Me ? Coming over ? Lady I'm innocent

But c'mon picture this, a spirit have been tormenting you for the past months, doing many things to you; stealing your panties -or your clothes in general, now oops no other choice but naked, even better if it's right when you get out the shower-, putting your toys in full display to encourage you to use them, making the person you were about to sleep with run away, or even your boyfriend, touching you in very inappropriate ways in public/with people around to the point that now you have developt the ultimate poker face etc etc

Now you're tired, you can't keep him around; no matter where you move, he follows, so it's definitly YOU the target. So you do everything to get rid of him but nothing works !! That cocky bastard even get you the materials for the rituals. And who nows, maybe at each failed attempt he spanks you good for trying to put him away, cue, the reason he gives you the materials because he likes doing it

Anyway, I don't see why I'm in trouble

-🌧️

I kind of love this idea a lot

#ask #billy russo #🌧 anon #ghost!billy russo

[neochan]

Jisung probably humps the bed to get himself off because he doesn't know how to use his hands properly -🌧

he tries to use his hands but it's way too much for his body to comprehend so he can never get off and one day, when he rolls over on his bed out of frustration, he accidentally brushes up against a stray pillow and loses it, leaving him to hump it until he finishes all over his sheets. and the next day he feels so much shame about it, bc was it normal to do that? but that night, with fresh sheets and an aching cock he doesn't care if it's normal, it feels too fucking good. his hands gripping the top of his pillow, cheek shoved against the mattress as he curls in on himself sliding his length over the silk case <3

#https://neochan.kr ┊ ❪ დ ❫ sweetbox #🌧 — [anon] #this ask did something to me #nct jisung smut #jisung smut #nct jisung x reader #jisung x reader #nct dream smut

[ihatebnha]

I went to bed after encouraging you but blue lock icks would be SO good 🎤

so did i, queen! took a nap on my mom's bed like it was an olympic spork and i was winning.

anyway. i only did Gagamaru (for you), Nagi (for that one anon) and Kunigami (for me) bc I wanted to test the waters, but... hope u enjoy regardless!!!

(warning: icks)

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Gin Gagamaru

Picks his nose without a tissue

He’s not even doing it to be gross, like he really does want to clean out his nose… he just… won’t use a tissue and says there’s no need to bring him one 

Wears basketball shorts from middle school. They barely go down to mid thigh, holes in the ass and everything

Also has severe knife butt and complains when he’s been sitting for too long

You try to brush his hair and it’s all split ends. And he really doesn’t give a single care about it, either. Like... it’s a non-concern for him

Does that dumbass man shit where he’ll walk faster than you when you’re on dates or walks together 

Hiking is also a nightmare because he will leave you behind. It’s barely intentional but you’ll stop to have a sip of water and before you know it’s he’s 50 yards ahead of you and hasn’t even noticed you’re behind him

All his socks have holes, too. All of them. You can literally catch him going to bed with one whole big toe sticking out of them

And he literally does not appreciate when you get dressed up. Thinks you’re hot, sexy, attractive, yeah, whatever… but he thinks that all the time, so any effort to look even better is just going straight over his head 

“You didn’t have to do that :)” energy. BUT GAGA, I DID

And lowkey you know the joke about the most beautiful girls who walk around with men in jorts and a t-shirt… That’s y’all 

Omg and his heels are constantly sticking off the back of his slides and he does that weird thing where… all his sneakers that aren’t in nice condition for soccer… are being crushed inward because he’s too lazy to tie them up regularly and just shoves him foot in😭

And if it looks even remotely like you won’t be able to finish your meal (even if it’s barely been ten minutes), he’s offering to finish it for you

Couple's yoga is a nightmare because even if you’re good at it… he’s better :(

Rensuke Kunigami

Wears the ugliest fucking slides known to man. It’s so bad, no logo or brand or anything… just straight up foam and plastic that get so dirty and make his feet look freaking awful 

Incapable of like… not being nice to you. It’s great most of the time, but then he refuses to pick a restaurant, or which shirt he thinks you should wear to dinner… or when you’re going too far in an argument

It does get better with time, but even when he’s grumpy he’s just sitting there pouting all :| because he doesn’t want to cause any problems 

And is definitely one of those guys who tries to handle all his own problems himself. You really gotta fight him to make him think that it’s okay to rely on you

Which is ironic given that he’s always demanding that you let him help with all your problems 

But that’s what I mean… he’s NICE!!!

And he may be loyal asf also but he definitely does not badmouth any of his exes. He talks about them like they’re his friends, which is fine because they were probably lovely… but it’s like… Ren… why can’t you just say they’re ugly or SOMETHING 

Refuses to delete pictures of them off his phone, too… which is actually kinda funny because they’re all old and bad quality, but still. You Do Not Need Those

He’ll also like, LMFAO, try to snatch your phone or computer away from you if he thinks you’re ignoring him. Literally take the device from you no matter what you’re in the middle of, including assignments or work

And when he try to get it back, he refuses and is like, “computers are so bad for your eyes, you know? We should go for a walk instead” 

There are other ways to ask!!! 

Drinks green smoothies that taste TERRIBLE though he refuses to admit it. He’s constantly trying to convince you they’re so good even though you can tell he’s forcing himself through it for the health benefits rather than the tase 

And his farts are also always disgusting, too. For such a perfect guy, it almost seems like all his flaws (and rage) get channeled straight to his guts because they’re absolutely rancid every single time even if he feels so bad about it

Seishiro Nagi

iPad baby (watches his phone at the dinner table sometimes)

Forgets to clip his toenails until you remind him. It’s not even intentional it’s just like… not on his mind at all so they get really long and weird 

He always seems grateful for the reminder… but it’s like, Nagi… how and why did you even let it get this bad :( 

He does that thing where you’ll say goodnight to each other and then fifteen minutes later you hear his Nintendo switch booting up 

And he’ll do it after sexy time too, like ??? 

He also always forgets you have work/obligations. He’s constantly telling you to skip your shifts as though that’s not almost impossible 

“What do you mean you can’t skip work? Just say you won’t go in???” 

I don’t want to say he’s a picky eater… but his palette is very childish. He’ll eat grown up stuff but it’s so funny because he just does it in such a boyish way

You guys are talking about what’s for dinner and he’s like, “hm. Can we have rice?” 

NAGI? YES???

Literally cannot conceptualize why you’d ever be insecure. You confess to him you don’t like some part of your body and it’s just, “oh, but I like that part” and he genuinely thinks that fixes it 

So not helpful 

He’s also a great listener… but can’t provide any advice when you’re in a fight with your friends. You can tell him about it all you want because he likes hearing it, but… he’s really not gonna say anything useful about the situation LOOOL

Doesn’t say excuse me when he farts. He’ll just… ignore it completely

And this is Reo’s fault but… he’s really bad when it comes to picking up hints

You try to pull a smooth… “oh, I’d love to go to the beach!”

And he’s just, “Aw well, I hope you get to one day :)”

Really bad at watching films he didn’t pick. Either you’re bored and he’s instantly turning it off, or you’re enjoying it and he’s trying to turn it off anyway

Also… he lets you go through his phone anytime you want to, but… all his twitter likes are strange and his texts with friends are practically incomprehensible. 

Has the weirdest taste in memes. 

#nagi #kunigami #gagamru #kunigami x reader #nagi x reader #gagamaru x reader #blue lock x reader #no funny tags cuz im embarrassed LOOOL #suffering from sorry all my posts are stupid disease #also the grip that hi chew candies have on me #i'll eat a whole mini bag in a sitting #anyway #bye #blue lock #ask #pluvi after dark #pluvi🌧 #thank u for asking bestie! #caitie post #headcanons

[apertures-angel-archive]

also there is so much clipping and like yeah all the model bases share the same respective general animations but also the way she sits on tall stools is getting to me for some reason im like

#lovey hoots #@ 🌧⚖ #it's just so.... casual #do z.hongli likers feel the same or am i just insane #i ask specifically for z.hongli bc he too is very formal n stuff #anyway i also get very very flustered when ppl i find attractive sit like. backwards on a chair with a backrest?? #yknow what i mean? #like. the legs around the backrest leaning forward. on the backrest #yeah #anyway. dies

[willows-woes]

You're like my little dyke thing that I keep in a box and look at sometimes...🫀/aff

you're my big bloody faggot and i smile every time i hear from you <3 /pos

#- 🌧🪽 #asks #answered #beloved mutual

[yourdeepestfathoms]

On Oceans birthday Noel got her a new copy of her favorite book after it got ruined and she 100% cried when she was alone. Plus, at the start of the school year, he buys her a planner and has for years.

But if you were to ever mention it to him, he'd deny knowing who Ocean even is.

-🌧️

THIS IS SO CUTE

after giving her the gift, he brushes it off like, “yeah, don’t make a big deal out of it, i just knew you would throw a hissy fit if i didn’t get you anything,” and Ocean just has the BIGGEST smile on her face

#ask #I LOVE THIS #ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #🌧 anon

[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

#ask.🌧 #saintshigaraki #cw.pregnancy #cw.child abuse #cw.trauma #cw.gore #cw.needles #char.🌧 gojo #mine.🌧 #no children #tags will have some discussion of harming others & oneself as well as poor mental health in general pls be aware #i hope u like it beloved i am suddenly very self-conscious abt this one #there were originally more examples of her nearly-harming him but i ended up rewriting the snippet to focus on the needle thing #but in my head she...... had fits where she seriously considered maiming him but stopped herself #getting very close to it in many instances #idk. to me she was MEAN and stoic and gojo's obsession with her made his doting aunties and grannies beyond furious. thats what i think #and the only reason his clan kept her around was bc she was the only thing that could stop his tantrums #bc she was ambitious and cruel and she really did fight for him when needed. she could be scary. they rlly wanted her gone #n e way. ty for ur patience i hope it was worth the wait JKHADBFV

[pluviophile-imagines]

my most greatly beloved can i ask for nagi and 14.... thank u kindly

14: A tart, crisp apple covered in sticky-sweet caramel TYSM FOR RESENDING ZERO SDJHFBV tumblr is on my shitlist,,,,, enjoy pouty nagi 😌

“You’re being mean.”

Biting your lip, you pointedly pick up another slice of apple and take a bite, humming quietly as you chew. It takes a moment, but eventually you swallow, and your mouth is freed enough from the sticky caramel trap to speak.

“You said you didn’t want it anyway.” You laugh a little, entirely unmoved by the whine Nagi lets out and the pout he’s giving you.

“Well, now I do.”

His hand reaches out. You slap it away, earning yourself another whine. “Your coach will murder me if I let you have this much sugar, babe.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

“Reo will know. He’ll see it in your damn eyes.”

Nagi huffs. “Fuckin’ snitch.”

You shake your head in affectionate disbelief. “You don’t even like caramel, it takes too much effort to eat.”

“But you’re making it look so good…”

“No, that’s just the allure of the forbidden.”

Nagi makes a less half-hearted grab at the plate, but you’re still faster, snatching it up out of the way; his wingspan is massive, predictably so with his size, and it’s impossible for you to take it out of his reach entirely, but you aren’t trying to. You’re only buying yourself enough time to pluck the final two pieces from the ceramic and pop them both into your mouth.

By the time his fingers wrap around your wrist and he tugs it down, the plate is empty. This time he huffs, eyes snapping up to stare at you, half-lidded, from beneath the curtain of his white bangs. He lets his head drop to the table. You reach out to cradle his chin as you swallow one final time.

But before you can speak he surges up, so fast that the meeting of your lips is clumsy—his teeth clack against yours and his hand flies to your neck to tug you downward. When you let out a little yelp of surprise he mumbles a quick apology, but it doesn’t stop him from licking into your mouth, chasing the lingering taste of tart green fruit and burnt sugar, and it doesn’t loosen his grip in the slightest.

After the surprise wears off, you kiss him back, a little startled by the intensity. It’s rare for him to be so riled up—you wonder, fleetingly, if it’s about the food or if your teasing had done more work. Either way, it hardly matters, and you hardly want to waste energy pondering when you could be focusing on the way he’s now sucking on your tongue.

You’re panting by the time he lets you up. His eyes are cast to the side; he’s still pouting, though his lips are now flush and glistening, and he licks them like he’s the one who’s just finished eating a treat.

“Well. I suppose that’s not technically breaking your diet.”

He whines again as his head falls back down onto the table. “So mean.”

“Poor baby.” Snickering, you bend down closer, close enough to get him to turn and look at you. “Wanna make out more?”

There’s no hesitation. In fact, it’s almost rushed as he says, “Yeah.”

#ask.🌧 #prettyboykatsuki #pluvi’s pals #char.🌧 nagi #mine.🌧 #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader

[professional-termite]

The superior milk type

gagging looking at that,,i am very particular about my milk, is it just. open. does it reseal or are you drinking open fridge milk. if you are drinking open fridge milk i will kill you with my capitalism lasers because that is a crime against milk

#ask #🌧 #canada

[onekingabove]

(By the end of that same day the report is on his desk in neat handwriting, very organized and concise) I hope this is alright sir.

-🌧

[To admin: It’s been a while! I hope you’re doing well! Take care <3]

ah, thank you. you'll do well here, I'm sure. take the rest of the day off,

#ask beastzai #beast dazai #beastzai #bsd rp blog #🌧 anon #( and im doing just fine #i hope youre well )

[giggly-cloud]

Sooo I wonder how do you tickle a cloud? Do you gently trace its side or maybe squeeze its palms? Can I test this out on you maybe~ -🌧

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꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱˖࣪ ¡ OH ANOTHER ANON :00 HAII !

WAIT WHATT (/_＼) What am I supposed to say to this ASDFGSHGSH IDK WHAT TO SAYYY I mean maybe that's a good way and yeh you can definitely test it out on me

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