I love them so much that it hurts
Netflix has announced an anime adaptation of "Ooku: The Inner Chambers", produced by Studio Deen and directed by Abe Noriyuki.
I hope it's true to the books.
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just a silly blurb abt thoma peeling oranges for you !!
tws: none. just fluff && implied pining if u squint
reader: gender-neutral
your hissed curses and the overwhelming scent of citrus has him turning his head to meet you.
“stupid, fuckin- archons!” the juices spurt in between your fingers, running down your palms as you groan. he sees you struggling, breaking the skin roughly and spilling all over.
“need help?” he asked, hurrying over to you. he sees the ball of fruit in your palms, and gingerly takes it away from you. he meets your frustrated eyes, and smiles.
“thoma, i can peel my own oranges,” you respond, pouting at him and his ever so helpful hands. he looks at you, and chuckles. “you look like you needed help, though,” he hums.
you watch as he skillfully removes the skin in a single piece. he splits the oranges into 2s, then 4s, then 8s. each piece, individually neat. he reaches for your palms, and gives the orange to you. cupping the fruit, you (begrudgingly) thank him, but there’s a hint of blush on your cheeks.
“no problem,” he hums. “i’ll do this for you whenever.”
when you bound away, mouth full of the citrus, he sighs. he’d move the moon and stars into the right place just to see you happy.
the thoma brainrot continues...
husband!thoma training outdoors during summer, anyone?
notes: mostly sfw. shirtless, sweaty thoma. suggestive. nothing special, just a short n sweet lil drabble that will probably not cure my brain's obsession w thoma but oh well that's okay.
he's shirtless, his muscles rippling under his sweaty, sun-kissed skin as he spins and lunges and twirls his polearm. thoma's movements are fluid, but forceful enough to elicit the occasional grunt or kiai. several strands of his golden hair are wet and sticking to his forehead and back. you watch from a distance, knowing better than to get too close until he tells you it's okay. he hasn't seen you yet, but you're perfectly content to enjoy the show - your very own private pole dance of sorts, performed by your protective and incredibly sexy pyro-wielding husband. you chuckle to yourself, thinking how the word hot describes him so well in so many ways right now.
finally, he sees you and puts his weapon away, his smile reaching his pretty green eyes as you bring him a big cup of water.
"aww...thank you, beautiful!" he beams, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, careful not to get you sweaty (not that you would mind, but he's a considerate gentleman okay?).
"it's my pleasure, handsome," you smirk as you watch him chug half the water down in one go, some of it dripping from his chin and down his pecs as they rise and fall with his labored breaths. you're tempted to lick the droplets off him, but you restrain yourself. "are you almost done? you've been out here for hours..."
he nods. "just a little bit longer, babe. i'll be in shortly."
you give him a once-over with a single raised eyebrow. "i was thinking of taking a shower with you. but i suppose that can wait."
the heat on his cheeks from the ambient temperature rises to the tips of his ears. "you know what? on second thought, i can be done now," he says with a mischievous wink.
you giggle at him and drape his arm across your shoulders, holding his hand in front of your chest as you walk back to your shared home to get the rest of his clothes off.
“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget