Timeskip Kenma

Thinking about Kyojuro’s hands…

He doesn’t like to admit it, but there are times where his hands struggle to pick up his blade and simply hold it. It comes with age, he thinks, though he isn’t ready for the thought of retirement even as his forties approach within the next few years. Kyojuro doesn’t let it show even as he forced himself to pick it up and run the same drills he grew up doing with his father. He holds it with both hands, his jaw clenched as he refuses to acknowledge the slight cramping in his wrists and knuckles, working himself to the point he knows he has to stop.

Usually you have to be the one to call to him to make him rest. You were busy with something else even as he dropped his arms and closed his eyes with his face turned towards the sky; the sun setting behind him. His frustration was subtle, but those who knew him could see it clearly in the way his brow twitched. Sighing, he removed his other hand from the hilt and flexed his fingers, looking down as his veins and ligaments protruded momentarily through his skin with the movement. He repeated it with his other hand until he heard your voice call his name.

“Kyojuro?” He looked up to find you wiping your hands, stepping off of the engawa to walk towards him. The blonde smiled, however the corners of his mouth gave his pain away. Concern laced your features and his face fell, he simply hated worrying you. “Sheath your sword.” He did as you said without question, he didn’t even bother to protest when you took one of his hands. You could feel the way it trembled and you held a knowing look within your gaze. Without a word, you gathered his discarded uniform shirt from the ground and ushered him along with you back into your home.

“My love, I’m—“

“If you dare say that you’re fine, Kyojuro Rengoku, I will swat you on your head.” You glared back at him, though the look didn’t last very long as you led him to your shared room. He shut up, though, and couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face. The further into the house you went the more he could hear the voices and giggles of your children, the pitter patter of their feet rushing across the floor faint as they played.

Pulling him into your room, you pushing him to sit on your bed. “But dear, I’m—“ you shot him a look, daring him to further protest. He simply accepted it. “Okay, okay.” Ruby and gold hues watched as you moved about, gathering the things Shinobu had prescribed to rub into his skin wherever it hurt to alleviate the ache and swelling. You perched yourself beside him, setting a couple jars on your thigh to have them in reach as you took one of his hands.

Truthfully, it always felt wonderful as you massaged his palms and his fingers, the way yours moved effortlessly across his skin and down to his wrist. You traced the veins, not minding his callouses or crooked knuckles from years of hard work. “Kyo, perhaps it’s time.” You hummed, glancing up at him as you rubbed the cream between his fingers.

He scowled then, but didn’t pull away. “Who will fill my place in the mean time?” He asked, only getting an exasperated sigh from you.

“There are plenty of other Hashira to take over your duties. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are always more than happy to do so. I almost lost you once, Kyojuro,” you say as you poke his cheek just under his blinded left eye. “I will not let you work yourself to the point you’ll get yourself killed because you dropped your sword. Your children need you, and I do too.”

What choice did he have when he knew that you were right? He didn’t like it, but… “I will speak to the Master, then.” Kyojuro leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Better I retire now and spend the rest of my life here, right?”

“Maybe you’ll get a little fat.”

He bellowed a laugh,” Now that would certainly be a sight!”

GREETINGS EVERYONE!!! I've spent the last couple of months working on a full length comic adaption of @goodlucktai's beautiful 'fishbowl' fanfic!!! Below you can read the fruits of my efforts :) Enjoy!

This comic takes place before Dressrosa

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Fullmetal Alchemist // Hiromu Arakawa

thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this

hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33

can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻

have a good day/night‼️‼️

a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!

“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.

It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat. 

His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.

Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.

“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.” 

He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.

Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”

Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.

“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks. 

He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.

“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”

“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine. 

He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.

“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.

With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.

He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.

You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.

“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.

“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.

When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up. 

Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.

All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.

He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.

“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.

“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?” 

“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.

There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.

He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy. 

“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest. 

“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.

“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.

Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.

To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.

You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after. 

As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.

“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.

You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”

He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep. 

a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.

maybe we should just live here together

Help I can't stop making shitposts

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Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.

Incorrect Quotes #101

Okuyasu : That shirt looks great, Y/n!

Y/n : Thanks!

Okuyasu : But I bet it would look even better on Josuke's floor

Josuke : Are you hitting on Y/n... for me?