(Name): "when U Die, Can I Have Ur Earrings?"

this scene exists:

takemichi:

Blooming ✤ 4NEMO

B l o o m i n g

A/N: The amount of time I took to draw that (^) banner just to have it for 4nemo ficlets— a-ah, I love how it turned out anyway soOOO- anyway! This is sort of 4nemo’s… origin story? At least my take in how the group was built. 

There will be three parts to this, Blooming, Falling, and Loving! (And a bonus angst because it won’t be me without angst, Withering)

✤ she/her

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A dream is a wish your heart makes—isn’t that a saying from a fairytale? 

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for some reason almost every haitanis entrance appearance are them literally doing nothing just vibing and being pretty? then leave??

tell him how it is osamu

part of my haikyuu team crush series

[nekoma]

[seijoh]

[karasuno]

[fukurodani]

[shiratorizawa]

Scooby doo's theme song but it's Ateez

going on a blind date

feat. Diluc, Thoma, Kazuha

DILUC

“Trust me Y/n, I’m the best matchmaker Mondstadt has to offer!” Venti’s words replayed in your head as you walked towards Angel’s Share.

For whatever reason, the bard wanted to set you up on a blind date. And for whatever reason, you agreed to it.

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Random Headcannon of the day:

Inui had been scouted by several entertainment agencies, however when he showed his scar they backed off.

This earned him the nickname "Pretty Boy" within the Black Dragons. Even Taiju teasingly called him this once. Kokonoi lives for it, and has been punched more than once for it.

Thoughts.

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

pairing: xiao x gn!reader

summary: past the eternal suffering and karmic debt, what does xiao truly wish for?

info/warnings: emo, good ending, 2.7 event spoilers (this literally follows the ending plotline), much introspection, hot garbage but i couldn’t stop myself, mentions of death, no other warnings

“I live and breathe you, i keep your love close to my chest, cradling it like a child for that is what it is, right? A fledgling bird in need of nurture and love. Your vulnerability is safe in my hands. If I can promise you anything, it’s that.”

Your words flicker through Xiao’s head in his film reel of memories as the decision become final.

With a conclusive burst of emerald light (pure, unmarred by darkness), he casts you one last glance. A weighted one, vested with all the things he wishes he could tell you, and your face contorts painfully as you shimmer and vanish, the call of his name stolen from your lips. 

It’s with that, the platform collapses, and gravity asserts its control over Xiao, the light so hopefully close now constricting, a mirror image of his pupils as the darkness swaths him. 

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