village full of sweethearts

𝓶𝒚 𝔀𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝓯𝒖𝒍𝓯𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝓮𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝓮𝒍𝒔𝒆’𝒔 𝔀𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

[tabicoeur]

꒰ 𐂂 tabicoeur is... your house of healing, hosted by coco ⋆ twentyfive, the dandelion girl half of graceco! we welcome all travellers aged 18+. our abode is selfship friendly and anti-censorship. this is not your final stop, but a place of rest on your journey; feel free to stay as long as you need!

✿ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ > diary entry 0718: semi inactive // 28 DAYS UNTIL KARASU DAY!! missing megumi… join me in the megugrace waiting room (。•̀ᴗ-)!!!!

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minors ( <18 ) + ageless + blank blogs

people who fit basic dni criteria 

people who are anti-dark content and anti-aging up

if you are a non-sharing yume with karasu tabito or megumi fushiguro

about tabisou:

this is a personal & selfshipping archive!

occasionally i post nsfw and dark content! please filter out ‘coco after dark’ if this is something you don’t want to see!

i surprise my friends with little treats @coconigiri (´>ω<`)

i selfship actively with karasu tabito and megumi fushiguro and am sharing! i like to talk about them sometimes :3 if you are a double and non-sharing, kindly do not interact for your own comfort!!

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[swordsteel]

to my love,

500 days of loving you, in every timeline and every universe. i hope i find my way back to you in every life, and i cannot wait to spend the rest of this one with you ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

[tabicoeur]

[tabicoeur]

runs back to tabito with my tail tucked btwn my legs TT___TT

[tabicoeur]

happy tabito thursday + 30 days until his special day 🥺 !! let’s all count down by saying something we love about him each day leading up to it wah (｡ﾉω＼｡) <33333

30!!!

i love how he loves the world from a few steps back;;; attentive to the point of never missing anything, but never asking to be in the spotlight either ): there’s so much devotion, loyalty in his ‘loneliness’ too, paying such close unrewarded attention to everything is itself a form of love

[tabicoeur]

29 >n<

[tabicoeur]

✌️🎱 !!

i love his leadership on defense ): even ego saw it clearly enough to make him the beating heart of the blue lock 11 🥺 !! he is such a natural conductor, and it’s perhaps almost ironic ): how he’s so convinced of his mediocrity and yet he can’t help making everyone around him better, instinctively drawing extraordinariness out of others 🥺🥺

[danhcees]

Dear Haru, I swear I’ll be a saint. I’ll let you win every argument. I’ll let you choose which movies to watch. Just please stay happy and live a little longer

[tabicoeur]

jjk!coco repressing her feelings for megumi while she so eagerly tries to set him up with hana after seeing how much she likes him (;W;)

[g3n3s]

✨

[detailedart]

Bottle green details: Rolling Waves. Painter: Constantin Westchiloff (1877-1945).

[pixiespond]

<3 I spent a few minutes debating whether or not I should just make this a voice note, though I realized the first time that you all hear my voice should not be this deranged rant, but I really did consider it because hhhhhhhh where do I even begin

I think I have to start by saying I’m imagining this is pretty late, like before the main story started, but post JJK0, just a little while after, when things are starting to “settle” again because things are never really settled in this verse oof

So by then Satoru and I have already gone through… a lot, individually and together, the whole nine; it’s just exhausting. It’s an exhausting profession to have, especially when you’re good at it, and while he’s better, which I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating way, I’m just being realistic, I’m still decent and trustworthy enough that they’d send me out a lot too.

And it’s not usually an issue, I can hold my own fairly well, and I’m not perfect, so it’s only fair that I’d get a bit roughed up sometimes. Still, it’s nothing a quick trip to Shoko or some improvised first aid of my own (because I’d feel bad going to Shoko, surprise surprise) couldn’t fix, but for whatever reason, something went wrong, and it’s bad. It’s “if I had been just a few minutes later, it would have been fatal,” bad, and I’d have no choice but to drag myself to Shoko. I don’t think it would really hit me just how severe it was until after I’ve come down, the adrenaline preventing me from being able to think about the panic that crossed Shoko’s usually calm face or the way her hands shook a little when she was healing me. All I’d be worried about is making sure Satoru does not find out about this.

Because he’s busy, he’s always busy, he works more than anyone we know, so I’d imagine he was off on a mission of his own or teaching or doing something else to fill his time. But of course, Shoko is completely ignoring my request, and as much as I want to be mad with her about it, if the roles were reversed, I’d absolutely want to know if he was hurt. And that’s why it’s not surprising how quickly he shows up, and how immediately upset he’s getting when Shoko flat out tells him I wasn’t gonna say anything.

It would be a bit tense during my recovery, not because he’s upset with me per se, he’s just really worried and doesn’t know how to best express it. This would be a rude awakening for him, because I think he has a lot of faith in me and my abilities, but it would remind him that I’m not invincible. Also, and I really do hate to bring up my hashtag suguisms, but I think it would worry him so deeply how far I was willing to go to act as if nothing happened, not by lying to him outright but by trying to withhold that information from him, because even if I were doing it for his supposed benefit, he’d still feel really hurt. And he’s clingy, clingier than usual, but there’s a nervousness that bleeds through it, almost as if he gets too far away, I might disappear.

It would take a lot of reassurance that I’m fine, and that I’m here with him for him to begin to calm down a bit, but the first time we’re intimate after? So messy, so desperate, it’s like you said, it’s almost as if he’s trying to consume me so he can get closer than our bodies will allow. It really is just a mess of limbs and kisses and moans and whines and breaths, but it is so undeniably possessive. He’s using the size difference to his advantage and practically blocking out the rest of the world so that all there is was him. He’d be so out of it, I think he’d babble a lot, which isn’t unusual; he’s fairly vocal all the time, but this is different. He’s just going on and on about how no one can take this away from him and how we’ll be together forever, no matter what, and how he’s mine and I’m his, and that’s all we need.

And I’d probably be so overwhelmed by being completely surrounded by him that I can’t really do anything but agree, because what a lovely thought that is. And I do think that perhaps his yandereisms would be on full display here, but in a very loving way. I’ve always held the belief that Satoru has an ever-present intensity about him, even when he’s being more lighthearted, but it’s completely uncovered in moments like this because he wants me to know exactly how he’s feeling and what this means to him. Anyway, very long-winded way of saying I agree with you wholeheartedly agsjskdldl

[redrola]

[tabicoeur]

@pearlfoam

[mewnbuns]

messy, desperate kisses that are only interrupted by the pace of his thrusts getting faster

[cryoculus]

⟢ SWEET TREAT ┊ HARUMASA

harumasa isn't fond of recurring hospital visits. but meeting you certainly gave him more incentive to start showing up to his appointments instead of skipping them.

✦ content. 800 words ⋆ harumasa asaba x gn!reader ⋆ reader is a nurse. hospital visits. fluff. brief allusions to harumasa's agent story. short but sweet (i think??).

✦ foreword. happy birthday to my very first dps in zzz wahahaha !!! please stick around for another year with us, masamasa <3 this is also a little present for @danhcees who did so very great slaying their exams this month <3 i luv you cee, i hope you and starboy get to celebrate to your heart's content today!

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There were only a few things in this world that Harumasa hated, and on the top of his list was the scent of a hospital waiting room. It was a suffocating cocktail of sterile linen and heavy-duty antiseptics—a scent that had been stuck in the back of his throat since he was a kid, long before he could even form proper memories of his own.

He was currently hunched in a hard plastic chair, his hoodie pulled low enough to serve as a makeshift blindfold. To the casual observer, he was just some guy catching a nap, but truly, he was just counting down the seconds until he could secure his suppression meds and get the hell out of there.

But then you showed up.

He hadn’t really paid attention when you took over the nurse’s station. Another face in another shift, he assumed. But a few minutes passed, and somehow the room didn’t feel quite as suffocating anymore. You were talking with the other nurses, voice soft enough that he couldn’t make out the words from where he sat. Then you laughed—quickly stifling it behind the back of your hand, though not before your eyes crinkled at the corners and your shoulders lifted with the effort of holding it in.

Huh…

He wasn’t used to seeing people smile like that here.

Hospitals were tired places. The patients were exhausted, the families anxious, and even the staff—people whose jobs revolved around reassuring others—usually carried the same quiet weariness in their eyes. But you seemed untouched by it.

And when you stepped out from behind the counter to tend to the other patients waiting in line, you didn’t do that fake, overly bubbly customer-service act either. You were just normal, genuinely nice. Harumasa peeked from under his hood, watching you give a quick, small smile to some old guy a few seats over before going speaking him in a hushed yet comforting voice.

He let his gaze linger for only a moment before leaning his head back against the wall and letting his eyes fall shut. He couldn’t decide whether the sight left him relieved... or strangely sorry. Because someone like you still existed in a place like this.

A soft clink on the empty seat next to his pulled him out of his thoughts.

Harumasa blinked, glancing down. Sitting right next to him was a small, brightly wrapped hard candy shaped exactly like a tiny Bangboo.

When he looked up, he was mildly startled to find you standing over him. You had a clipboard tucked under one arm, hands casually resting in the pockets of your scrubs. You weren’t looking at him with pity—A.K.A. the standard expression people gave patients in this specific wing—nor were you starstruck the way people who recognized him tended to act.

“This for me?” he asked, picking up the candy between his fingers.

“Well,” you began with an easy, pleasant lilt. “It isn’t everyday you see the famous Masamasa sitting in our waiting room. Did Section 6 let give you a day-off?”

Harumasa huffed out a laugh. “Mm. Pretty sure Tsukishiro thinks I’m playing hooky again.”

“As your reputation would suggest,” you chuckled. “Oh, sorry. Where are my manners…”

You quickly introduced yourself, tilting the laminated ID clipped to your chest pocket so he could see it, before filling him in on why he’d only started seeing you around today.

“I used to be in the E.R., but I requested a transfer over here because…” You paused briefly, clearly filtering what was appropriate to tell a patient. “Let’s just say high-pressure environments aren’t really my thing. But it’s fine, I’m way more in my element here.”

For some reason, he wholeheartedly believed that.

But before Harumasa could keep the conversation going, the inner office door buzzed open, and the doctor’s assistant called his name. You perked up at the sound, stepping back with a sheepish smile.

“It was nice to see you, Mister Masamasa.”

“Please, just Harumasa is fine,” he said, pushing himself up from the chair and dropping the Bangboo candy into his pocket. “What’s the sweet treat for, anyway?”

For a second, the question caught you completely off guard. Then, a slight, warm color rose to your cheeks. “I, uh... saw on your chart that today was your birthday,” you admitted, offering one last genuine smile before turning back toward the desk. “So... Happy Birthday.”

Before he could even process the words, you turned on your heel and practically bolted back toward the nurse’s station. Harumasa stared after you, completely stunned, a faint trace of a stunned laugh trapped in his throat.

“Asaba Harumasa? Sir?” the doctor’s assistant called out again.

“Yeah, yeah. Coming,” he mumbled.

He shoved his hands deep into his hoodie pockets, his fingers immediately brushing against the smooth, plastic wrapping of the Bangboo candy.

Harumasa still hated hospitals.

He hated the smell, the long waiting time, and what his presence here meant for the ticking clock hanging over his own head. But as he glanced back one last time over his shoulder, watching you peek out from behind a computer monitor with that same inherently awkward grin, he might just look forward to his next check-up after all.

✦ afterword. this was absolutely not proofread at all, so please don't kill me if you find any mistakes NYAHAHA. thank you for reading!! it's been a while since i last felt great abt my shorter pieces waugh...

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[mewnbuns]

your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his shoulders while he carries you around in the pool, chatting quietly between little kisses beneath the sun

[priezpourlui]

[luffysprincess]

@tabicoeur

[fromhersoul]

[sanacibo]

oxidized copper is such a beautiful color palette. The rich reds with the cool teals. Such a vibrant combo. No one is doing it like her.

[sanacibo]

[ID: Photos of an oxidized copper plate, an oxidized copper pipe, and oxidized pennies. End ID]

hello gorgeous do you come here often