Unpopular opinion, but I do think that Tighnari's old en voice characterization followed the canon of at least the English translation better. Like he's known for having a temper and even yelling at people. Barring the way he treats Collei, I really don't see him as a "gentle" and "soft" person. While I wouldn't say he's rude, he's straightforward and doesn't hold back on his sarcasm when people are deserving of it.
whatever i happen to be listening to that day/week/month! im not nearly put together enough to have dedicated playlists for different pieces lol. lately i've been vibing to 夏に溺れたい by Nao'myt (yo the linked lyric vid is so cool, gr8 colors), 나는 왜 by O.O.O., cherry and heavy, california (music/dance video, also amazing colors) by jungle, driftin' and expressions by STUTS, and run by han
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
i liked this one b/c it was completely unplanned! the scene had done what it needed to do but then i was like. i want an abrupt mood change teehee
Sokka plucks a slice from the forgotten plate of plums still in Zuko’s hands. “Funny how she talks to you more now that you aren’t dating her daughter.”
“She’s always been protective of Mai, I think.”
A wide grin splits Sokka’s face. “What, because you’re so threatening?”
Zuko blinks. “You don’t think I’m threatening?”
“So, so scary. Just look at this face.”
With one hand, he grabs Zuko’s jaw, his fingers squishing Zuko’s cheeks toward his lips, and Zuko nearly flings his plums in his desperate squirm away. “My cheeks are normal-sized!” he protests against Sokka’s laughter, backing further into the corner.
“Very round. Extremely frightening.”
Embarrassed by Sokka’s teasing and the light feeling bubbling in his chest, Zuko shoves a plum slice into Sokka’s mouth. “Shut up,” he grumbles. “Where did you leave Nisha?”
the sense of having any lore about the ancient [ten to thirteen years ago] of marble hornets times like granpa granpa tell us a greentext story....the only hitch is not having stories and instead having "i guess you had to be there" tales from the fringes, unless instead of a hitch you frame this as a bit
Hi Val! :D Your drawing are fabulous and Michael with his frog hat grabbed my attention and didn’t let go. <333 I hope you have fun on your vacation! Luckily Chris is (hopefully) not in charge of it, because I fear that he’d get you lost somewhere. :( Jokes aside, I really hope you enjoy yourself! :) And yes, Chris has really… interesting lines.
WAHSVSHGSHABAHUH THANK YOU SO MUCH???🥺🥺😫💕❤️❤️ I’M SO GLAD U LIKE MICHAEL’S FREG HAT AND MY SILLY SCRIBBLES IT DOES MEAN A LOT 🥺😖💕
AND ALSBSKSBS WAH….thank you so much for your kind wishes!!!🥺🥺💕💕 thankfully chris is indeed not leading this vacation, I’m with you here I know he’d do his best but I think we’d unfortunately be in the middle of nowhere for awhile if he were 😔✌️And then I wouldn’t get to draw more chrises or be able to talk to you!! D:<
᧔♡᧓ in which Toji’s a virgin killer and you’re next for his collection
He’s fucking you on his cock with no mercy, using your tight virgin pussy as a flesh light for his own pleasure. You were so naive, so easy. It made him happy how easily you trusted him. It almost made him feel bad. Almost.
“F-fuck— Toji,” you moaned, nails digging into his biceps as he roughly moved you up and down on his cock. One of his veiny hands wrapped tightly around your throat as he chuckled into your ear. “Does that feel good baby? Feel good when I break that tight lil pussy in?”
“Mhm, feels so good. I love it s’ much,” you let out a broken mewl, your lips parted in small moans and cries as you clenched down on the thick cock slamming up into you.
There were little blinking cameras recording the scandal. One set up to specifically zoom in on the way your puffy cunt was swallowing his fat cock to the brim, your hole stretching to suck in every inch of him. The other was positioned perfectly to capture your cute facial expressions. “Such a little fucking slut hmm? Your first ever dicking and you’re getting on like this. This pussy was meant to take my cock… fuck, do you feel that? Feel how deep i am?
You whined tearily, your nails finally breaking past the barrier of his skin when he pressed down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling a coil building within the walls your abdomen. “I’m—” you cut yourself off with a choked whimper “‘M gonna cum— feels..” another whimper, “haah- feels weird.” you cried out.
Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he sped up his pace. His cock sloppily thrusting up into your wetness with his balls slapping noisily against your swollen clit. Toji’s hand left your neck, digging into your cheeks and pulling your face up straight.
“Come on little slut, make a fucking mess f’ me. Such a dirty, dirty girl.” he growled out, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your brain finally dumbing down as you began to babble.
You let out a high pitched cry, more tears pooling along your bottom lashes as your body shook uncontrollably. He was so damn deep in you. And it felt so good. “O-oh fuckk— Toji ‘m cumming, ahh ‘m cumming- ‘m—”
Toji watched as your toes visibly curled, your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you squirted on his cock. “There we go,” he cooed, eyes darkening as your pussy clenched down on him hard, gushing stream after stream of the clear liquid until his thighs were soaked.
Your body trembled as you were fucked through your orgasm, Toji’s grin wider than ever as he seemingly stared down a picture on his wall. “Tell me pretty slut, who’s fucking you this good?”
You only whimpered, your head fuzzy as an incoherent babble of his name escaped past your lips. Toji scowled, his thrusts getting hard and slow between each word as his fingers wrapped into your hair. “I said. Who is fucking you this good? Ruining this pussy for anyone else?”
“Y-you. You are Toji.”
He smiled, letting go of the makeshift ponytail to wipe away your tears of pleasure. Fingers gliding lower until they slipped past your lips to press on your tongue. “Good girl.”
He couldn’t wait to add your video to his collection. Maybe he’d keep fucking you on a regular and make you your very own folder. There was no way in hell he was letting you go.
SUMMERRR @ohimsummer you’re so responsible for this infinitely adorable idea omg🤧 based on this ask & this video !
a part of gojo's love entries
“papa. come on. pa-pa~ say it after me!”
sunday morning. the first sight you saw after getting up was another shenanigan staged by your husband—
in the form of him shoving your humongous wedding photo in front of your one-year old boy’s face.
“this is pa-pa~” satoru’s singsong voice echoed through the baby room, full of enthusiasm, pointing at his face in the photo. “pa-pa~ easy right? now…”
your baby merely blinked though, chewing his pacifier in pure ignorance. his eyes—a pair blue marbles—glancing between his desperate papa and the wedding picture with little interest.
“hmph,” satoru clicked his tongue, and then he pointed at your beaming figure in the photo, voice visibly flat. “this is… mother.”
you quirked an eyebrow, totally snorting.
but he succeeded in grabbing your baby’s attention this time, as his crystal blue eyes widened a bit in wonder, staring at you in the picture.
“mother is pa-pa’s wife. she makes your food, nice on some days, but be careful! she can put a ban on our supply of mochi if she is in a bad mood!”
“oh, do i?” you walked over to him with a bark of a laugh, crossing your arms.
satoru made an exaggerated spooked look, mouth curving into an ‘O’. “uh-oh, mama dragon is here.”
“look, you big bully. why are you bothering our baby first thing in the morning?”
“i’m not bullying him! it’s education! he has to see that his papa is the gallant sorcerer—”
“—ma!”
. . .
silence. both of you stiffly turned towards your little munchkin when you heard that little, feeble sound.
your baby and his clear, watery eyes made a grabby motions towards you from his bouncer chair, lips wobbling with effort. “ma—ma!”
...another silence before you snapped—
“my baby!!” you squealed, immediately plucking him, giving and smothering him with the tightest hug and kisses, whereas satoru’s jaw dropped to the depths of soil behind you. “kyaaaa~! i love you soooo much!”
“h-how—!”
“i definitely didn’t go through the pain of giving birth to you so you can call your deadbeat papa first!”
“—?! hey! i’m fully responsible for child support!”
and so you left him in his sorrows, walking out while cooing at your bundle of joy, leaving trails of your baby son’s happy giggles along the way as your defeated husband, who felt so betrayed, sulked in the background.
epilogue
“come on… just once, please? say papa.”
this time, satoru has his baby son open a book beside him, as he points at the father figure in that storybook, still urging his mini-him to call him.
but contrary to his expectations, his little boy just aggressively turned the pages over, only seemingly interested in seeing the illustrations on each page.
“papa. come on, buddy, hmm?” he prodded his chubby arms and tickled his tummy, and once again, his prickly baby retorted with—
“ma! ma!”
satoru sighed in defeat, but this time he relented, as the way his son was all energetic while calling you somehow wormed its way to his heart too.
he was still babbling incoherently, and yet this time satoru only pinched his cheeks together. “you sure adore your mama, huh?”
Mean dom!Gojo who would sit on the edge of the bed, you bouncing on his cock in reverse cowgirl with a mirror in front of you. Letting out a 'tsk' he says, "Is that how fast you can go? Pathetic." He then gives your ass a hard slap, sure to leave a good red handprint, making you mewl out and spew a string of 'torutorutorutoru' and bring you to tears. "Why don't ya look at yourself?" He says as he grips your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look at your reflection, the other twisting and pinching your nipples. "Such a slut. Aren't ya the same girl who told me last month 'i will never suck your dick'?" He mocks, moving his grip from your jaw to your neck, choking you slightly. Gojo just laughs at your fucked out stae in the mirror before saying,
"Why don't I record a video of this and post it? Show the whole world you're not as innocent as you look hmm? I even have a title for it; 'Cute little girlfriend does her best to bounce on her boyfriend's fat cock'."
Luke absolutely loves taking pictures of you right after sex. He wouldn’t say it’s his favorite part of the experience, but it’s definitely important. It’s like a reward to him, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
He loves the sight of you all sweaty and fucked out, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, those pretty lips of yours parted as you whimper. Your lip gloss is smudged, cheeks tearstained, but you look gorgeous to him because he knows you look like this because he made you feel good.
The look on his face is soft, an expression reserved only for you, and he trails his fingertips over your belly, up to your chest, and finally your jaw.
“Never wanna forget this moment,” he murmurs, and you giggle breathlessly, joking that he says that nearly every time you two do this. He laughs too, his other hand moving to give your chubby belly a gentle squeeze, leaning in to press his lips to yours.
You sigh contentedly, cupping his face, enjoying the feeling of his stubble against the palms of your hands.
He breaks the kiss and sits up a bit, his hands slipping to your hips, gently rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs. “Wanna take some pictures,” he tells you, but he doesn’t reach for his camera yet, waiting for you to give the okay.
“Hmm?” You ask, a little too out of it to have processed the question the first time.
He smiles, kissing the edge of your mouth. “Pictures. Can I take some of you right now, baby?”
You kiss him softly, telling him that yes, of course he can.
The old you would have refused immediately, would’ve frozen up or freaked out at the idea of someone taking a picture of you at your most vulnerable. When you’re most exposed.
Luckily, you are not that girl anymore. With Luke’s help, you’ve come to feel more confident, more at home in your own body, and Luke does everything he can to make sure you keep feeling that way.
As soon as you give consent he starts thanking you, kissing you all over your pretty face before pulling away and grabbing his little digital camera from the bedside table. He sits on his heels between your legs, excited, like always. He keeps you laying down like that, all spread out, curves on full display as he snaps a few photos. He reaches out to grab your boob, getting a video of his hand squeezing and groping at you.
He’s groaning at the sight, grinding his hips into yours, his dick hard again and pressing against your plump belly. He makes sure to get a picture of that as well before instructing you to get on your knees.
“Play with your tits, baby, please?” He requests, free hand cupping your cheek as the other holds up his camera. You oblige, of course, pinching your pert nipples and gently tugging on them, biting your lip to hold in your whimpers. He’s not even taking pictures anymore, it’s just one long video of you playing with yourself.
He pulls his hand away from your face, fisting his cock, hips jerking every time a soft whine escapes your pretty mouth. “Fuck, you look gorgeous, princess,” he groans. “So pretty.” He looks pretty too, lips parted, eyes fluttering as he fights to keep them on you, his other hand shaking even as he tries to keep the camera still. You look too good right now, plump tits all squishy, the rolls on your belly more prominent as you sit like that.
You giggle softly, letting go of your boobs and grabbing the camera from him, smile brightening at the look of confusion he gives you when you turn it on him.
After all, he looks so pretty fucking his fist like that, so why not take a few pictures of your own?
summary: in which you do the 'calling my boyfriend my husband' tiktok trend
genre: real life! au
warnings: none
word count: 563
note: this is very short but I wanted to at least post something while I work on the new projects I have in mind
masterlist
"do you understand what we're doing?" you asked carlos, pulling up your tiktok app. the man looked at you confusingly, "not really," he said all pouty. giggling, you kissed him. "It's okay, I have to explain it in the video anyways."
you had just picked him up from a meeting, and you both were just waiting in the car for your food you just ordered. the idea to try out the 'calling my boyfriend my husband' trend had been bouncing around your head ever since you saw it on your fyp.
"hi, guys," you said as you positioned your phone in the middle of the car, aiming it at both you and carlos, "today my husband is going to be showing me pictures of his favorite race helmets and we're gonna be ranking them." carlos looked at you, smiling brightly after you said that, and you tried so hard not to burst into giggles.
"go on husband," you said, waiting for him, but he just laughed and kissed you. "baby, stop, they're waiting," you said giggling. "my husband's so silly, guys."
"say it again" he said, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"say what again, husband?" you replied, trying to play innocent.
carlos grinned, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "say that i'm your husband."
your cheeks flushed, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "you're my husband," you said, the words rolling off your tongue easily.
carlos smirked, his gaze intense as he leaned back to look at you. "you know, wife," he started, his voice low and husky, "if you keep calling me that, i might just have to take you up on it."
your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intensity in his eyes. "take me up on what?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
carlos chuckled, his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm. "take you up on being my wife," he said, his voice filled with promise.
you couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle, feeling a flutter of excitement. "oh, really? and what does being your wife entail, hmm?"
carlos leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "well, for starters, I would pamper you every day, shower you with kisses, and make sure you never go a moment without feeling loved."
your heart skipped a beat at his words, feeling a surge of warmth and affection for this man who knew just how to make your heart flutter. "oh?, and what else?" you asked, unable to resist teasing him.
"maybe i'll have to show you," carlos replied, his voice low and seductive as he trailed kisses down your neck.
you shivered at the sensation, feeling a wave of desire coursing through you. "perhaps we should save that for later," you said, finally remembering that your phone was still recording.
carlos pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. "or," he said pausing slightly, "we could go get married right now."
your eyes widened in surprise, "right now?" you asked, feeling a rush of happiness at the thought of becoming his wife.
carlos nodded, his eyes staring deep into yours. "right now," he said, his voice filled with determination.
you looked into his eyes, seeing the love shining brightly. "okay," you said, "let's do it. let's get married right now."