|22 yrs| be self indulgent, live to make yourself and your life happy
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“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends, they hate each other and they barely have any interaction !”
Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.
me, when classes are started: god i can’t wait till classes are over!
me, when classes are over: i’m so bored, i can’t wait till classes are started!
“they were flirting with you” and how was i supposed to know such a thing when everyone speaks in codes and puzzles
HE'S SO PRETTY GRAH (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)
one thing I love about Mashle is how Mash makes friends
cause he’s just? nice to them?
and it’s not even he’s just nice to them
it’s him understanding when people do things— lemon sabotaging him in the entrance trials, finn messing with his textbooks— that they have their reasons, just as he does, and he doesn’t hold it against them
it’s him helping people even after they fought/attacked them because “when one’s in trouble, we all are” and these people he helps have never had someone like that in their lives and see genuine good people exist
it’s him being against bullies and those picking on the weak, stepping in when he doesn’t necessarily need to, because people using their power/strength for bad reasons isn’t how his pops taught him
it’s him trusting that, no matter what, people have something in them that’s good and kind and he genuinely brings it out in people
he’s also just a cream puff loving, muscle building, door destroying idiot whose so kind and adorable people can’t even stay mad at him 😭

my little fields of mistria person, via piccrew cause I! cannot draw!
let me romance ryis soon please
how do y'all not let the things you like consume your entire being
i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media
how does tumblr even work do you just like talk to yourself until people are like "i like this one"
I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet
goddamn it.
𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊
𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖔
𝓐/𝓝: again, I go into writing these as blind as y'all reading them so I'm so sorry if this is rushed! >.< Also! It's been a hot second! So sorry! I had a bit of... a mental health crisis, got myself put under a bit of a 72-hour hold... but I'm here! And back! Kind of. I'm not super proud of this chapter, I'm so sorry!
It had been a few days since your arrival, since your official first meeting with the man who was to be your husband. Yet, though you assured him and Kotoha you were well rested now, that's all he remained. The man who would be your husband.
It was almost... frustrating to deal with. Your first meeting with your oldest brother's wife was at their wedding; she was beautiful, quiet in her white, lacey, dress. It was quick, you were scolded when you fidgeted in your dress, and your brother and his wife took off not long into the reception. The same thing happened when your second and third brother got married, and it wasn't until you turned thirteen you had learned what happened after a wedding such as those.
Your sister's wedding had been different, the man she had married was kind with both his words and his actions. He allowed your sister to mingle with her family, mainly you and your mother, before he introduced her to people he knew; those he did business with, his own family that had managed to show up and, looking back on it you realized now, a handful of his concubines.
Though she hadn't been taken to bed right then, the wedding was still a quick affair, and you were beginning to question why Umemiya was prolonging yours.
"You seem upset by something."
You thanked the years of etiquette practice that you didn't jump and drop your spoon, merely turning your gaze towards Kotoha who was sending an almost pitying look your way. You placed the spoon down, hands falling to your lap.
"I'm just thinking, I suppose."
Cherry meowed quietly, upset that Kotoha had stopped petting her. Your future sister-in-law continued to pamper her, studying your figure, "Is something the matter?"
"I'm just..." You bit your tongue.
You were allowed to speak freely here, so far. But you were worried that there was a line you'd accidently cross.
"Go on," Her voice was kind, reminding you, in a way, of your own mother.
"It's been about a week since I arrived here, and well," You twisted the fabric of your outfit in your hands, the clothe more comfortable to move around than the ones you grew up in, "There's been no discussion of when I shall be married to Umemiya officially. Have I... done something to offend him since arriving?"
You can only imagine how angry your father's letters will be once they begin arriving. At this rate, you had been gone for months, and he hadn't received one word of your wedding. You wouldn't be surprised if he appeared on one of his ships, demanding answers.
“No, you haven’t done anything,” Kotoha leaned towards you, gently placing her hand atop of yours, the warmth comforting, “I promise you. He’s just… working on finishing a few things.”
“And those things happen to be completed!” Umemiya’s voice was loud and boisterous, having the two of your startle where you were, turning to see him walking towards you, a large smile on his face.
“Kotoha, if I can borrow my fiancé for a moment?”
You felt your cheeks warm at the title given to you. Yes, you knew logically since you two were to be married you were his fiancé, but he said the word with so much warmth.
She looked from him to you, before nodding, telling you she’d find you later, and leaving you two alone. You weren't entirely sure what to say; he must have known you were growing rather antsy to wait, not that you would have disclosed that to his face.
If he was anything like the men you grew up with he would have exploded at you by now, reminding you that your opinions and your annoyance was of no importance to him, to know your place. Instead he smiled at you, and it was as warm and welcoming as it was the first time you ever saw him.
"I know you must hate waiting as long as you have been," He began, gently taking your hand in his and tugging you to follow him down the hall, leading you towards the entrance to the estate, "But I promise you, I think it will have been worth it."
You merely nodded, unsure of what it was he was planning. Maybe he had more business to attend to before becoming a married man? Granted, there was really only one type of business you could think of that would be affected direly due to his marital status, and though you may not know him all too well, you felt as if that wasn't within his character.
Outside the estate was an older woman, much shorter than you, accompanied by a man a few years older than you both. He was holding some type of clothe cover, allowing the older lady to gently fuss over whatever it held.
"Granny!" Umemiya paused, and you followed suit, nodding your head politely while he bowed towards her.
She turned, a serine smile on her face when she saw the pair of you, "Oh goodness! Umemiya-kun wasn't lying, you're quite beautiful young lady."
"Oh," You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest, cheeks ablaze as you thanked her, glancing towards your fiancé who didn't look ashamed at the statement.
"I know our traditions regarding weddings are rather different," He turned towards you quickly, and you felt a bit confused as to what the point he was going to make was, "So I had Kotoha and Tsubaki find different styles and ideas that were closest to Western wear that they could, and we commissioned this for you."
The lady began gently unwrapping the cloth her son, or grandson, was holding. Your knowledge of Japanese wedding kimonos was rather limited, but you knew immediately that the dress before you was not one. It was beautiful, to say the least.
It was far less showy than the dresses you had seen at all your siblings' weddings, but that was fine with you. The fabric appeared rather light, swaying in the gentle breezes that danced past. It wasn't too thick, no extra padding or extra fabric that would make your skin itch and crawl.
"It's beautiful," Was all you could muster to say, eyes wide as you stared at the dress-- at your wedding dress.
"I'm glad you like it, my dear," She quickly wrapped it back up, ushering her son to take it inside, "It was quite fun to make, I made sure the fabric was softer than the poor examples Tsubaki-chan brought me. The dresses your father sent with you were rather uncomfortable, I do hope you'll let me make more clothes for you in the future. Your children, too."
"C-Children?"
"Alright, granny!" Umemiya cut in, pointedly, but not unkindly, all while the older lady giggled rather mischievously, "We've got one more place to go to, thank you for the gown."
She waved you two off as he led you two out, hand on the small of your back as he ushered you out. The estate wasn't quite as large as the one you grew up in, but it was large none-the-less, and you two were quickly eloped in a comfortable silence. He had yet to move his hand from your back, and the touch was burning, in an unfamiliar way.
It was rather... nice.
"Thank you. For the gown. It really is beautiful."
He smiled, eyes crinkling as he chuckled, "It's your wedding as well, I wanted to incorporate some things from your culture as well."
"You didn't have to."
He shrugged in response, "But I wanted to."
He wanted to. For you. Your heart fluttered once more, your chest squeezing uncomfortably, and you quickly looked away from him, studying the cherry petals that danced in the afternoon breeze.
"I know that this marriage isn't something you had asked for," It was startling how quiet he had become, his voice lacking the boy like charm or the energy it had contained before.
"But I promise you I will do everything I can to be the best husband for you, I'll make sure your needs are always met, that you're never left unhappy or wanting." He had stopped walking at this point, and, in turn, you had stopped as well, facing him with wide eyes.
"You will have freedom here, to study and learn whatever your heart desires. You'll be able to help with decisions for the town if you so choose, your opinions and voice matter her," Your hands were in his, and you dropped your gaze to them.
They were much larger than yours, and you could feel the callouses on the palms of his hands. He worked hard, he held power over his town, but he worked with them as well as for them. You'd seen first hand these past few days how many people felt comfortable and safe coming to him with problems, requesting aid or help, and how quickly he was to ensure they received that help.
"I- I don't doubt it," Despite how certain he always seemed, you could hear the vulnerability in his voice, the desire to make sure you believed the words he was saying to you, "You... have been far kinder than most men in my life before now."
He nodded, and you glanced up, noting that, while that seemed to assure him, the sentence seemed to make him deflate a tiny bit. The melancholy look was quickly replaced, movement seeming to catch his attention. He nodded over to where he was looking, and after a moment of confusion, you looked over, curious as to what he was trying to show you.
"It's rather beautiful here," You felt your mouth open, a gasp much louder than intended falling from your lips, "Seems a rather nice place to settle down."
You were taking off down the pavement before you realized it, warm tears budding in your eyes as you ran. For how quickly you made your way to your destination, your sister had managed to drop the bag she had been holding, uncaring as it fell into the grass. You all but fell into her arms, sobs of-- what? Happiness? Sadness?
Whatever you were feeling, you were sobbing in your big sister's arms, her holding you as close as she had when you were a mere child. Her hands were combing through your hair, and you felt a few warm tears of her own fall onto your head.
"You look beautiful in your kimono, darling," You laughed, squeezing her tighter.
Some part of you was vaguely aware of Umemiya walking to join you all, greeting her husband, the pair of them allowing you two your moment as they directed where the bags should be sent to.
Finally, you pulled back, sure your face was blotchy and red in all the wrong places, "What are you doing here?"
Her hands cupped your cheeks, thumbing under your eyes as she rid you of the few tears still falling. She smiled, looking as radiant and beautiful as she always did to you.
"I'm here for your wedding, silly goose," She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, "Your fiancé sent us letters as soon as you departed from father's, we would have been here sooner but we ran into a minor storm on the way here."
Before you could panic over that idea she shushed you, "It's all fine now. We just may have to stay a bit longer now," She winked, "Just to ensure our ship is in top shape."
"You all are welcome to stay as long as you please," Umemiya spoke, and you turned to him; he was smiling, a true smile, large and happy and warm and everything you were feeling in that moment, "We have enough room."
Your sister stepped back, thanking him, her husband moving to pick up her bag, smiling softly at you, "It's nice to see you again."
You nodded, rubbing at your nose, "You as well."
Umemiya shifted to stand a bit closer, "I hope the waiting seems worth it, I was hoping things could have worked out perfectly, but I'm not one who can control the weather. Nor do I understand making clothes, Tsubaki scolded me every time I went to check on your dress--"
You threw yourself towards him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, having to stand on your tiptoes as you pulled him into a tight hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much." You felt as if you sounded borderline hysteric, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
He wrapped his arms back around you, the weight on your waist oddly comforting, grounding.
"Anything for you," You pulled back after a moment, flat on your feet as you looked up to him, "I mean it."
A/N: part four will (should be) the wedding! and maybe more!
i’m literally sobbing you’re so sweet WHAT???
every part of you seems so sweet and it makes me wish i had friends like your irl 😭😭😭
SCARLET I can’t send you flowers…so I drew some poorly
i hate smau’s where it’s like
“pranking so-and-so that you cheated” or “pranking so-and-so with the ‘they’re gone come over’ text” like???
it gives me straight, white, youtube couple vibes and NOT in a good way
like that’s just a shitty prank? i’d literally never do that to a s/o that’s just shitty
we need a cuteness aggression equivalent term for when you see art of your favorite character you like so much that you sincerely cannot think of anything to put in the tags that isnt "im going to start biting off my own fingers"
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
MAOMAO | THE APOTHECARY DIARIES
this!
I saw someone say that it was a mother who lost their child, and a girl who lost their mother
and I just!
this show makes me emotional 😭
Such a small detail that didn't even need to be included if this were a lesser anime. A quiet scene, a moment of gratitude without words from a woman who didn't think she still wanted to live and the woman who saved her.
who knew all took to save anime was autistic protagonists with weirdly specific hyperfixations (thank you laois dunmeshi, frieren, and maomao apothecary diaries)
WE NEED INDIVIDUAL PICS OF SAKURA AND SUO 3RD YEAR VERSIONS ASLDKFJGHJFKDSLOWERITGH DROOLING SCREAMING PULLING MY HAIR OUT
-🧊
im more than happy to indulge, so here’s my third year furin 6 headcanons!
Source: This
one of my earliest oc’s has been on my mind lately
it was a freaking supernatural oc and i adored her with my entire being
y’all havin a good september?
dropping these in ur inbox bc i love u !! 🌸🍊💜🍬🎂🩷🩵💕💓🩷🩵🤍🌺💐🌸🌻
😭😭😭 i love you too you’re so sweet
me with my…
8 fandom related tattoos
with more to come