Does Anyone Want To Be Tagged In Part 1 Of The Outlaw Yuki Fic?

I’m feeling bored and need motivation to write so please ask me questions 🫠

Hades!Geto waiting for Persephone!Reader to wake up after he basically kidnapped her:

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Awwww thank you!!! Right back to you 🫶

i apologize for the person i will become when nurse geto is animated

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

I finished re-writing the plot line for hole in one, and the entire storyline just fell out of my head and onto paper and I actually love it

Yay! I was just about to read it! I am excited to see where the story goes!

Wisteria is my favorite flower and your blog is beautiful! A garden as a table of contents is genius!!

Thank you!! 💕

I love flowers so it was fun to make the masterlist and pick out different flowers for each character I write for!

The sad thing is that in real life I can’t keep plants alive 🥲 so a flower themed blog is the closest I will get to having a large garden!

Have a flower for your ask! 🪻

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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I have been thinking about the dress Taylor Swift wore to the 2025 Grammys so have this drabble.

Satoru likes seeing you in blue. The color is beautiful on you (so is every color but he already knows that) and every time he sees you in it his heart beats out of his chest like he is seeing you for the first time.

So when you stepped into his view in a little blue dress, his heart stops. His six eyes are all on you and the dress you are wearing. The sloping neckline, the draped fabric on the left side of the skirt. But the most striking part was the small ‘S’ charm on your right thigh.

His hands twitch with the urge to touch every inch of you. Satoru crosses the room in quick strides to you. His arms circle you around you- pulling you into his chest.

“Do you like it?” You ask with a laugh at his sudden clingyness.

“Your beautiful baby.” He smiles down at you, “but it would look better on my floor.”

You scoff good naturedly and push him away. He doesn’t budge and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to smell your perfume.

“Marry me.” He says into your skin.

“We are already married Satoru.” You remind him.

“Marry me again.” Satoru counters you, his face out of your neck, his eyes locked on yours.

His brain melts as he sees the curve of your smile.

“As long as you don’t make it extravagant, I am not going to be put in that many layers again for a long time.” You relent and kiss him.

“We can go get divorced,” Satoru says and presses a quick peck to your lips, “then get married again.”

“Can we go on this date before we get divorced?” You ask.

“You drive a hard bargain!” He pouts.

“Yes, but you love me.” You laugh.

Satoru’s grin widens, “Yeah, I do don’t I?”

Historian! Reader x Demon! Sukuna core: