suguru waters your plants for you.

you didn’t notice at first - you always just figured you weren’t good at keeping them, that flowers always wilted and succulents managed to die when they were doomed to your care.

when he came into your life, it wasn’t even particularly salient - sure, the bouquets of daisies lasted longer, the ivy growing in the corner more green than it was before.

for him, it was easy, an action without a second thought. he cared for them as he cared for you. you, the one he needed to remind to drink water; you, the one he needed to remind to take your meds every morning; you, the one he needed to remind how much he loved you.

(if he could bring the rain inside to nourish your bones, he would; if he could bring the sun inside to warm your skin, he would)

when he opens the cupboard, grabbing a mason jar before filling it with water at your kitchen sink, you barely notice. when he walks to the pothos hanging from your ceiling and gently, carefully pours the water into it, it finally catches your attention.

“w-what are you doing?”

his hand doesn’t shake despite the weight of the glass in it. “watering your plants?” it’s almost rhetorical, obvious - of course he would do this? he’s not even sure what you’re really asking.

“why?”

sprinkling the last bit of water onto the soil, he places the empty jar into the sink. “because you care about them.”

again, it’s obvious.

but did you care about them? he remembers the tears that threatened to spill over your lashes when you were forced to throw away a dead monstera; he remembers the way you mourned the loss of an orchid your mother had given you; he remembers the way you honor the fallen petals from the rose bushes outside.

of course you care about them.

(he remembers, even if you don’t)

in your silence, he continues. “the jade in the bedroom probably needs to be repotted soon, and i think the aloe in the office is about to start flowering.”

he kept track of the way they grow.

“i didn’t even notice.”

he smiles.

“thank you, suguru.” and you smile back, bright like the sun.

he takes care of them, just as he takes care of you.

Dude it is SO FUN and EXCITING to see a reoccurring reader. If you've commented a handful of times on an author's work, I guarantee that they recognize you. You can't imagine how many times I've excitedly informed my friends "the person with the funny cat image commented!" "- anon is back!!!!" and the friends've recognized who I was talking about because I talk about my commenters so often LOL. We love you all!!!

✩ types of people as studio ghibli movies ☾

my neighbor totoro: sweet as a summer’s day, dreams of moving to a farm with their loved ones, fresh vegetables, lives in worn-in tees and faded jeans, probably repressing some half-forgotten childhood trauma, quiet birdsong

spirited away: headstrong, isolates themself from their loved ones when they feel down, scraped knees and callused fingers, loves purely and sweetly, forced to grow up far too young, always tries to help those in need

kiki’s delivery service: permanently mad they don’t have their own magical girl transformation sequence, swishy skirts, fiercely independent, cat person, always smells of warm bakery air, bright eyes still filled with hope for the future

princess mononoke: righteous anger, not afraid to stand up to authority, “on all levels except physical, i am a wolf”, hiding a gentle heart behind an armored exterior, adores being out in nature, sees love as a catalyst for redemption & regrowth

howl’s moving castle: old soul, sarcastic sense of humor that masks a hopeless romantic, home-cooked meals, a fashion sense just a little too elaborate to be practical, dreams of traveling the world, wants nothing more than a peaceful life

ponyo: childlike wonder, really good with kids, finds the ocean endlessly fascinating, craves being free to experience new and exciting things, always down to spend time with friends, effortlessly charming everyone they meet

I LOVE THIS!! just made my day :))

“Omg dungeons menshi is so good! The characters and the worldbuilding and the art and the hu—“

It’s because the author had TWO MONTHS between publications instead of the usual week. 8X the amount of time to plot her story and see where she had been and where she was going and figure out how best to get there. Imagine if this was the industry standard instead of the crushing gears of weekly publication which grinds the minds, bodys, and souls of mangaka to dust until there is nothing left. Imagine Dungeon Menshi qualify manga as a rule not the exception. Imagine stories that did not destroy their creators. Imagine—

vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me

*at the museum* my love, why is my cursed amulet in this display case

Ok, my archaeometrist ass has something to say!

First, an archaeologist wouldn’t carbon date something. It’s not his job. This kind of analysis belongs to the archaeometrist, thank you very much!

Next, using carbon dating on a vampire raise really interesting questions. Because, you see, you can only carbon date completely dead things. Basically, the body absorb Carbon 14 while it’s alive, and after death, this radioactive element slowly decompose (half of it every 5730 years). When you measure how much is left, you can know how long ago the person/plant/whatever died. Going back to the vampire. Officially, vampires are dead. But they feed on human blood, living humans. I’m not sure of the logistic of carbon 14 linking itself to a body, but I think it would false the result. The good news is, as vampire can talk, they would be able to confirm or not. Meaning that we would be able to create a template and see if drinking blood reset your quantity of carbon 14, or if you can still get the age of death of the vampire by removing whatever carbon 14 they ingest through blood. But I think it would depend of how much blood they had ingested since their passing, and a lot of other variables.

The other question is: how dead is a vampire? Do they still breathe? How do they interact with their environment? Would that be enough to keep their carbon 14 at “normal” level? If so, they would be considered alive by this dating technique. Wouldn’t that be an emotional journey for our poor vampire?

I’m actually really invested in this.

*dropping a garlic-free lasagne on the counter top* my love, we’ve talked about inviting archaeometrists to our dinner parties

@peskycats

3 components of worldbuilding:

1. The author’s kinks

2. The author’s power fantasy

3. The author’s political agenda

Plot and logic optional

4. The author's formative trauma(s), unrecognized until after they hit post and then reread it for typos, only to blink in shock and say, "Oh. Oh. Oh fuck."

5. The author's personal grievances with other works in the same genre. (May relate to #3 but not always)

6. The author's favourite bit of historical, cultural or scientific trivia or other academic obsession that they only stop talking about to eat and maybe breathe in if they can't get circular breathing down

basically, i think the general rule of thumb is: if someone REALLY wants the blood that’s inside of your body, and they’re like… a vampire, or a dracula, or some sort of mansquito, then that’s probably okay. a dracula and a mansquito are made for removing things like blood and swords from inside your body. that’s basically fine.

if something wants to get at your blood, and they’re, say, some kind of murdersaurus, or maybe a really big frog, that’s where the problems start to arise. a really frog is not made for removing blood, and your blood knows this, which is why it is so vehement about wanting to stay IN your body instead of coming out. 

unfortunately this will not deter a really big frog, because a really big frog is full of things like prizes, and value, and quite a lot of hatred, and it would REALLY rather like to replace any and all of those things with your blood, and basically by any means possible.

These words scan with a fantastic degree of confidence considering that together they make no sense at all

world heritage post

My blog has outlived the first comment which means my posts are full of wisdom.

i am a lil delirious from the fever (just got my 4th vacc jab today oof) but all i can think about now is how xiao would be very confused at you when you get sick and start rambling nonsense as your fever worsen, and then his confusion would morph into p a n i k when he feels you burning up.

boy would be very very lost on what to do and how to take care of you. probably tries to get you to drink the concoction that zhongli gives him to ease his karmic debt but halfway in he remembers how potent it is and decides to ask verr's advice instead.

he'll hover around you as you take your meds and fall asleep, pacing about anxiously and regularly checking to see if you're breathing by the rise and fall of your chest. probably has a mini heart attack when he misses the movement and hurriedly places his hand under your nose to feel your breath, only to sigh in relief when he feels your soft exhales against his skin. would have spent the night trying to listen to your heartbeat if you hadn't shifted uncomfortably in your sleep when he tried.

will probably develop a regular habit of checking your body temperature from thereon, just in case. what's the said habit you ask? he'll bump his forehead to yours as a greeting and tries to gauge from there.

ok i should probably go to bed now good night

₊˚⊹｡ —let's play it again | geto suguru

wc: 1.6k

summary: you don’t see why this good thing should end, so you negotiate. 

contains: implied f!reader but no pronouns used, non-curse!au, fuckboy!suguru, vague descriptions of sex

a/n: a part 2 to fuckboy!suguru inspired by those reels/tiktoks of couples capturing confessions in photo booths 🥺 + an early birthday gift for @irisintheafterglow!! he's a lil softie in this one 🥺 i hope you like it my dear iris!!

part 1 <- you are here

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There’s a reason why Suguru always wins—

At the slightest indication of a loss, he withdraws, slipping out at just the right time before it’s considered a forfeit. 

In this game with you, he removes himself quietly, like a ghost haunting your memories. It’s the day after the seventh time he’s spent the night when he cuts contact. Calls, texts, everything. 

You don’t understand any of it; what you had was good—messages you can’t stop replying to, scratches down the length of his spine, fingers threading through the silk strands of his hair; that kind of good. You don’t see why it should end, don’t want it to. 

So you negotiate. 

Bundled up in your favorite coat and the scarf he never returned for, you corner him in the crisp chill of an autumn afternoon. He’s wearing that damn leather jacket again, black turtleneck high to hide his skin from what you hope is the cold and not from you. 

His gaze continues to reel you in, obsidian pools you could sink into. He still smells of apple and tonka bean; you know the cedarwood won’t hit until he’s walked away, trailing the air he passes through. 

There is so much you know about the man in front of you, how he hides his surprise by clenching his jaw; Suguru’s tell is never his eyes, it’s his lips—its sudden movements, the lift of a smirk down to the constriction of his throat.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed and arms crossed, a little anxious.

“Not at all.”

He swallows his lies every time he utters them, does it twice when he’s nervous. 

His Adam's apple bobs two times. 

"You."

You blink at him from where you are lying on the couch, holding both of your arms out while you innocently bat your eyes as Gojo stares down at you with a belligerent look on his face.

"You."

Gojo stalked forward to poke your forehead, a betrayed look on his face as he gestured to you.

"You traitor!"

You cough out a laugh, watching as Gojo paces around the room a heartbroken look on his face as he wildly gestures to the air-

" 'Toru, babe, chillou-"

"Do not talk to me! I am so angry at you, so shush!"

"Bu-"

"AH- BEh- Nope- nope- nope- you will never ever be forgiven for this grave deed!!!!"

Gojo turned away from you, his back tense as he sniffled, crossing his arms as you laughed behind his back.

"We're getting a divorce."

You laughed even harder, adjusting the stuffed blue dinosaur that you were cuddling with so that it seemed to be looking at Gojo with a judgmental look.

"You know you'd run right back into my arms-"

"SHUSH DO NOT CONTAMINATE MY BRAIN WITH YOUR LIES. traiTOR!"

This time you had to laugh at the voice crack that littered his last words as he turned back to you, stalking forward to rip the dinosaur from your arms, tossing it into the kitchen while he scowls down at you, slightly faltering when he saw your innocent grin.

And that innocent grin made him dive into your arms.

"OW SHI- JESUS YOUR HEAVY 'TORU GET OFF OF ME-"

Gojo huffed and slightly adjusted his posture, his arms tightening around you as he felt your hands resting on your head, only to gently comb through the snow-white strands.

"Only I get to cuddle with you! You know that!!"

You smirk as Gojo looks up at you with his ethereal blue eyes, combing his hair with a hum and poking his nose with your nail.

"It's just a stuffed animal-"

"I don't care! I don't like it and I hate it."

"You were the one who gave it to me 'Toru..."

Shifting a little bit, Gojo hummed out a happy tune as you continued to scratch his scalp.

Almost like a dog.

A very clingy dog.

"I don't care. Throw it away."

He said indignantly only to relax as you reached forward to press a kiss to his temple.

"....or keep it. Just don't cuddle with it from now on!"

You scoff as he rests his head on your chest, his breaths slowing to match yours.

"Am I still a traitor? Are we still getting a divorce?"

"Yes. You are a traitor. You are forgiven but I still need more cuddles!"

You sigh as you feel your leg fall asleep as minutes tick by.

Gojo was so lucky that you loved him.

And he knew that better than anyone else.