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Modern au where Kanao, Genya and Nezuko are besties and have a band

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breakdancing cat meme but it’s itadori

adulthood is like dog training but you are both the dog and the trainer and also it doesn’t work and is bad

everyone reblog and tag ur top three fruits i want to know

kinda really wanna do this so

akiko x kyojuro - childhood best friends to training mates to lovers

akiko x zenitsu - him having a crush on me to mutual crush to lovers

akiko x douma - lovers to feast for him </3 (i know he's gonna devour me at the end anw)

akiko x megumi - love at first sight to friends to lovers

akiko x sukuna - him wants to get to know me more to lovers

akiko x gojo - student x sensei (im 19 in this scenario btw) to coworkers to lovers

akiko x inumaki - best friends who literally annoy everyone beside them to more annoying lovers duo

tagging whoever wants to do this <3

🌸 assign your self ships a trope!

(and no, you will not be elaborating)

jeanxkatie soulmates

erenxkatie idiots to lov- lmao lbr who am I kidding???idiots

porcoxkatie enemies to lovers

arminxkatie friends to if we’re both still single by 40 then we should get married lovers

no pressure tags: @bagsyy @coffeeforday @darkcloakedinfinitevoid @eripeachy @fierydiamond @flamingblinglove @heichoe @jaegereism @kinjuutsu @lavenderdaisyhoney @levis-hazelnut @lue-arlert @monirei @oh-theseus @peachy-momos @rosenkow @shingekinomyfeelings @sinnerofthewalls @sparklekitteh @takemetofarlanchurch + literally anyone that would like to do this! I’d love to see your self ships!!

cats being capable of understanding accidents and even giving you a little head bonk to let you know you're still cool makes it infinitely funnier that they don't understand when you're trying to help them

cats when you step on their tail: i'll admit that was rather ouchie, but given the lifetime of goodwill and trust between us, one must conclude this booboo is but a fluke.

cats when you try to get their claws unstuck from the couch covering: this nefarious bitch has never had a single honorable intention in their dishonest and shameful life, this must be one of their sinister plots or perhaps even an attempt on my life,

'what do u want to draw' 'idk, megumi?'

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satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.

“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.

“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.

“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”

and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.

it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.

“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.

“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.

“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.

“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.

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i bet this really happened in kny 21st century au