"Fuck you my child is fine!"
Ma'am your child uses fiction as an escape mechanism and would rather be fighting a bunch of demons and permanently being at the risk of dying any moment than live in real life.
and suddenly i'm stimming
Regency era Touya who marries you, the daughter of a baron, in secret when you’re both in the folly of youth and then goes off to sea. You get a letter saying the ship he was on went down and there were no survivors. All you have to remember him by are the three weeks of marital honeymoon bliss before he was shipped off, and a wedding ring you keep hidden on a necklace (Elizabeth swan style ya know). You don’t even get a body to bury.
Seven years go by and your gentle heart has hardened. You had love once, but you’ll never get it again. You’re on your second season, determined to have fun and not seriously look for a husband - let alone from any of the young men who pursue you (what do they know of the world. Save them for some naive blushing debutante).
You still get offers though, and when an earl and your guardian sit down to properly consider marriage, he tells you that all he wants is an heir, and that your inheritance will remain yours, and to top it off you’ll have both a country and city home where you can reside and conduct yourself however you like (after the heir is secured, and with discretion of course)
Not a marriage of love, but of convenience and duty.
And you agree.
Your dress is bought, the invitations sent; everything is going off without a hitch.
Until you walk down the aisle and stand next to your fiancé and the doors burst open.
A man with inky hair and wild eyes stares at you and calls for a stop to the ceremony. Scars and tattoos mar his skin. The crowd is in an uproar calling for the removal of the filth that dared enter the church and ruin the wedding of the season.
He only has eyes for you though. With a swagger in his step, he marches down the aisle and grins at you.
“Aw,” he teases, “don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own husband?”
"Dabi doesn’t like it, that he’s being treated like something untouchable. He’s not the untouchable one in this partnership. He’s the mud at the bottom of Hawks’ plinth, and Hawks’ determination to respect his boundaries is starting to grate on his nerves."
link to the fic here :)
screaming into my blankie. thanks op.
feat: random texts/tweets/posts from your boyfriend keigo <3
warnings / cache notes: language, suggestive, keigo’s slightly possessive/over protective, might be ooc. idc.
req📌: ❌ ignore how the first image is different from everything else i’ve had this post saved for so long
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this is how I tell y'all im drawing Odango soon
I finished her collage, and I could only add tatsugiri and gudetama for extra characters so she's gonna be bland (just like the rice she so loves)
tweaking out
the only two posts about odango (crush crush) on this website is someone being freaky and someone calling her cute
female hawks persona would be like sabrina carpenter like how male hawks persona is like yung gravy
neither are keigo’s true personality though and that’s the key factor here
realistic conversation between me and my brother
tweaking out
the only two posts about odango (crush crush) on this website is someone being freaky and someone calling her cute
OHMIGOSHHHHHH ITS TIME FOR TESSA!!!!
more under the cut :3
I LOVE HER SM AND I LOVE DRAWING FURRIES OH MY GOSH?????
she's so me core, and i love how i did her sm
her outfit is an outfit i have, except with a shoestring belt and words on the tank top
personally, i feel she's a kenomimi, and probably a therian and furry too
i really only see her with Elle and Juliet at most, with Elle as her service dog/them being super sweet and cuddly girlfriends, and Juliet being the one she guards and being her knight x princess thingy
I feel Mio and Sawyer probably 'share custody' of her in reality, but I don't wanna think too hard on that right now
i draw pretty girls. i say 'pretty' things. i goober on that thang.
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