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You can tell Shuro can’t actually handle Falin bc the moment he heard about the black magic he threw a fit. Like oh, you wouldn’t throw away your soul to bring her back? You wouldn’t commit unspeakable atrocities for her? Grow up.

Meanwhile, as soon as Falin is revived and hears they’ve been eating monsters, she wants to join. And Marcille is like, so unsurprised. You think Shuro could handle that? No. Leave the heavy lifting to the lesbians 🙄 you don’t have what it takes.

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Recent reads: All the lovers in the night by Meiko Kawakami ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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this is the only dungeon meshi fanart I will EVER draw.

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that clip of the blues clues guy saying during the process of being hired to be on the show the kids were shown a "conventionally attractive" guys clip and his clip to some kids and they enjoyed him bc he looked like someone who would actually need help is how i feel about the main guy from that show the bear

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ok lets settle it. which laios is getting the best dick rn

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Intro post??? hi i’m birdie i write sometimes??? set your expectations to zero about my writing lol. i’m a 19 yr old NEET, a professional bed rotter, and a veteran fanfic connoisseur. i may or may not write smut sometimes so just in case mdni. you can leave request but i can’t guarantee i’ll write it lmao it might just stay sitting in my drafts and docs like everything else

(Kay that’s it, here are the few things i’ve written)

His new Religion

Project Venus

PSA 🤧

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PROJECT VENUS

(this is an original by me, i recommend listening to music while reading to set a mood lol. i guess you can call this angst??? idk lmao unedited-)

Carmen didn’t like to admit it but she was a sad drunk. She laid her head down on the cool wooden table playing with the now empty beer bottle in her hand as her friends and the friends of her friends talked among themselves. She didn’t know what they were talking about and she didn’t care enough to know.

“Like car here, we know she has a boyfriend and that's pretty much it.”

Carmen blinked her drowsiness away refocusing her eyes, “huh?”

She heard a few chuckles but that only confused her more about what was being talked about. Juliana, Carmen’s roommate and friend sighed at Carmen's obvious cluelessness.

Juliana repositioned herself before speaking, “We were just talking about how everyone knows everything about Markus and Vanessa’s relationship and how they can’t keep anything to themselves compared to you.”

Carmen furrowed her eyebrows, she knew she looked silly from her position but she didn’t really care, “what do you mean compared to me?”

Hailey, one of Juliana’s close friends and acquaintance of Carmen (and her second roommate) scooted her chair up in interest, “meaning we don’t know anything about you! We’ve been living with you for a whole year and I feel like I still don’t know you, we know you have siblings, you have a boyfriend, and you have random obsessions with TV characters every week.”

Carmen placed her focus back on the bottle she kept twirling between her index finger and the table, infinitely more interested in that than the conversation she was unwillingly roped into. She didn’t want to be at the bar in the first place but Juliana had a way of convincing people to do things they wouldn’t otherwise do of their own free will. She also promised Carmen that she’d watch whatever horror movie she wanted the following night. Carmen couldn’t pass the opportunity to see Juliana squirm at the gore-filled horror movies she loves to watch.

After a few seconds of silence, Carmen huffed, “What do you want to know?”

“Quick, while she’s still drunk,” Peyton, Hailey’s girlfriend joked, Markus, laughing along with her. His arm loosely draped over Vanessa’s shoulder.

Not wanting to start too strong Hailey made a simple request, “Tell us about your boyfriend, what's he like?”

At this Juliana perked up also interested in this question, she’d seen Carmen walk around on the phone talking to her mystery man for hours, smiling and laughing at things unknown to her, she wanted to know what the guy who made Carmen, who most of the time was aloof and to herself laugh so loudly, was like.

Carmen laid the bottle flat on the table, “Well for starters, if you’re talking about who I think you're talking about, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s not my friend either though. We’re somewhere in between I think, more than friends but less than dating.”

“Oh, is our Car in a situationship?” Anthony, Marcus's roommate and Carmen’s friend teased.

Carmen pushed her hair back from her eyes, “Sure if that’s what you want to call it, he’s nice. He makes me laugh.”

Julianna made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, “is that it? He's nice and he’s funny? Is that where the bar is at?”

Vanessa laughed and sipped her margarita before speaking, “Damn girl, I agree with Juli, I thought he would’ve been a little more than that to catch your attention.”

Carmen lugged her heavy body off the now warm table reaching for the ice that was left over in her vodka soda, she knew people thought she was clueless but she wasn’t, she was just good at playing dumb.

Carmen laid her head back down on the table when she was done eating all of the ice from her cup, closing her eyes in an attempt to calm her growing headache, “I like that he never asks me for things I can’t give.. ” carmen admitted, whether it was the tiredness she felt, the alcohol, or the migraine behind her eyes that brought out this confession she didn’t know, she spoke without thinking, something she made an effort not to do but at this moment she couldn’t stop her mouth from moving, words coming out like running water from a faucet.

“He doesn’t ask me questions I don’t want to answer, and I don’t ask him. I like how I don’t feel like I have to say anything,” Carmen smiles as if she’s remembering something good, “ I like that he talks enough for the both of us and that he doesn’t mind doing nothing with me.”

Carmen dosed in and out of sleep, she didn’t know if anyone was still listening or paying attention but she kept speaking “But what I like most… is that he doesn’t tell me he loves me. I like that he doesn’t want love from me, and I like that he likes I don’t want love from him.”

Carmen kept her eyes closed but she could feel the stares, she could feel the same stares she would get when she shared something she thought was normal or funny but turned out wasn’t normal, nor funny. Though she was too tired to feel embarrassed, mumbling the last of her words “ I like how we both know that we’re just phases in each other's lives, and we’re okay with that.”

“Damn..” Anthony said after everyone realized Carmen had fallen asleep.

#writblr #female writers #writing #friends to lovers #lovers #fluff #angst #writer things #x reader #mitski #my love

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nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.

nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.

nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.

nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 

nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.

nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.

nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 

nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.

nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.

nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.

nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 

nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?

nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.

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i feel bad for bigender people, the commute between Jupiter and college has got to be rough

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if i was in dungeon meshi i would probably love eating the mushroom guys because i love mushrooms but i would most definitely NOT be feeling good about it. theyre just little fucking guys

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me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!

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when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

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BOY MOM GOJO SO CANON

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now rise my monster! RISE!

I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

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if I stalked your blog and liked your post from multiple days ago would u think that was nice of me or that I was insane asking for a friend

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Grass and sunlight is the thing of the past. a myth. A delusion the ancestors liked to muse on about.