So, today started with sad tears, BUT then ended with HAPPY tears. I received some special gifts from far away & they filled my heart with happy sparkles! Thank you @the_shadowking for the prettiest Shiro merman & lovely #Sheith pendant. I'm lost for words at such kindness 💙💙💙
CW: death, suicide.
His skull felt like lead, too heavy for his neck to bear it much longer. When did things get this bad? When did the apathy and the numbness set in? Even opening his eyes felt like an arduous chore. He dreamt of release, of slipping into a deep sleep forever.
How many times would he wake again? Lie still on the cool sheets while his heart thumps loudly in his chest? Would he drag his cumbersome limbs away from the safety of his bed? Every day the same routine. Pushing himself to play an upbeat role in a badly written screenplay.
Except this was no movie or tedious stage production. He wouldn't wish this experience on any audience. The banality of his daily existence would grind down even the bleakest of nihilists. In truth, he merely feels nothing. He floats through reality, muscle memory on auto pilot.
I really want to talk about something, but I feel uncomfortable. I have nobody to explain it to and it's probably more in my head than anywhere else.
I don't want to feel like I should be ashamed to write nsfw content about a fictional character because of 'age'. It's upset me.
To me a fictional character is ageless and not a real person, that's the whole point. Telling someone your content makes them uncomfortable because the character is the 'youngest' in a show makes me feel like I'm somehow 'wrong' for creating vanilla a/b/o nsfw content about them.
I've blocked the person, for their sake and mine, because I found a nice place to share and talk about something that made me happy and I don't want 1 person to spoil that. Maybe now I've said this I will feel better, but right now I feel weird about it 😕
#joecherry#エスケーエイト#sk8infinity#ジョーチェリ 🐯🌸
(Includes past joecherry/Ainosuke)
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As a man of taste, Kaoru loved the finer things in life. Good food (cooked by Joe), vintage wine (served by Joe), travel (with Joe), wearing the best fabrics (admired by Joe).
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When it came to fabric, Kaoru felt in his element. He loved natural fibres, intricately woven material from exquisite silk and cotton. The softer the fabric against his skin, the more satisfied he felt. He hated patterns, opting for plain base colors in various hues.
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At work he always wore his navy blue yukata with a gray and yellow obi. He saw it almost like a uniform, a kind of formal attire. As soon as his work day ended he would rush home and luxuriate in a long hot bath, before adorning himself in smooth sleek silk for the evening.
#joecherry 🐯🌸 1)Once a week Kojiro has a day off from the restaurant. He likes to relax & spend it with Kaoru, enjoying a long morning in bed before making them both an indulgent brunch. Kaoru loves these lazy days, but feels he wants to treat his bf to something special.
2)"Tonight I'm preparing dinner!" Cherry boldy announces to a somewhat confused Joe.
/I thought he said he couldn't cook?/
"Okay, sounds great," Kojiro answers, plastering on a grin to mask the slight pinch of dread in his gut.
/What if it tastes bad?/
/Nope, I'll just eat it!/
3)Kaoru sees the doubt on his boyfriend's face and huffs to himself.
/Hah, just you wait mister/
Undeterred by Joe's scepticism, he confidently makes arrangements for their meal.
/I guarantee you will love every mouthful/
Cherry has never been one to back down from a challenge.
A #Sheith thread for @goddessarashi birthday ❤
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Every day Shiro tended to his herb garden, nurturing a vast array of aromatic plants. He had a reputation for being a herbalist, combining different ingredients into potions to help the townspeople with their minor ailments.
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He meticulously selected specific herbs to relieve anything from insomnia and digestive problems to more acute complaints like tooth- and earache. The townsfolk trusted his intuition and as Shiro never accepted money they repaid him in goods and favors.
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He never needed to purchase anything. Food, drink, laundry, transport, his herbal potions replaced the need for silver coins. All Shiro had to do was maintain his garden, turn the soil between his weathered hands, gently caress delicate green shoots, cultivate with love.
A little #Sheith thread for the 14th of Dec. Mild angst/happy ending 😘😘😘
Thank You for reading.
Happy anniversary to these lovely boys ❤🖤❤🖤❤💋
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Keith sits alongside his friends at the venue. The place looks charming, flowers & garlands, soft tints, romantic.
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They sit in seats covered in brightly colored fabrics while an usher gracefully scatters rose petals.
The petals flurry to the ground, coating the pale blue carpeted aisle.
The same aisle /he/ will walk down to marry another.
Keith sighs, a frown crumples his forehead.
#Sheith
/How did we get here?/
Keith wonders at what point Shiro decided he didn't want to marry him, choosing a stranger over the person who always stood by his side.
/I can't do this/
He wants to break free, escape the sickly sweet floral fragrance of the venue, run far away.