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churipu · 3 months

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STUDYING WITH GOJO INCLUDES ✮⋆˙

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. clingy gojo, college! au, study buddies (u guys r dating) but he's unserious, soft gojo

note. sksjlddlsjjd look at me uploading anything but my 1k event, but pls i can't stop thinking abt studying with gojo and how unserious he will be during the session.

studying with gojo includes him whining about being bored because he's just naturally gifted — while you actually needed to study to match his brain capacity. he's a whiny baby about having to accompany you study when he was the one who volunteered to do so.

"baby, come on. can we please take a break? how long has it been? two hours?" he whines softly, his forehead had been stuck to the surface of the short table you had in your room. his long legs sprawled underneath it.

"satoru — it's been twenty minutes. and nobody forced you to be here, you can go if you want to," your answer only furthered his whining, like a small child who hasn't gotten what he wanted, he shifted a bit, letting the table move along with his movements; preventing you from focusing on the book you were scribbling on.

the man child finally pulls himself to sit up straight, a red blotch on his forehead. with furrowed brows, and a big frown on his face, he grabbed your pencil and tossed it across your room — sighing, you grabbed another one from your pencil case, and he did the same thing. only then after, the decided that throwing your pencil case across the room was the best choice.

"satoru, if you're not going to let me study, please leave."

yet again, another whine escaped his throat as he threw his head back onto your bed, "come on, 'ts good to take breaks, cuddle me, love me, pay attention to me!"

"we can do that later, 'ts a big exam next week . . ."

studying with gojo includes him distracting you with his love — whether it being a kiss, or just him stuck to your hips like a koala. he just needed a bit of love and attention as well.

gojo paced around your room, trying to distract himself from your silent form. poking around your figurines and shelves, looking through old year books, and even family albums. but nothing, he comes back to you, slotting your sitting form in between his open legs. gojo slithered his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder.

"'m dying here y/n . . ."

your vague silence only offended him, "so y'don't care if your boyfriend's dying?"

sighing you replied, "i do care. but you're not," gojo grumbled under his breath, prepping his head up so his chin rested on top of your head, whistling out a a random tune that, of course, bothered you, "'toru, shut up."

"give me the love and attention that i deserve and maybe i'll stop," he nonchalantly said before continuing his whistling concert.

studying with gojo includes him finally being tired of not receiving what he wanted, and he turns sulky. his aura gloomy — and the corner of his lips tugged down into a big, giant frown.

gojo slipped himself under the table, resting his head on your thighs. the male looks up at you, only getting a good look of your chin and neck, he reaches his finger out, touching the tip of your chin before traveling down your neck.

still no love. or attention.

the male lets out one last (loud) sigh and tore himself away from you, plopping down on your bed. hiding under the covers, he curled himself up into a ball, his big back facing you — letting out grumbles under his breath as he hides his sorrow away.

you think gojo was being dramatic. he usually comes back, yearning for attention. but no, this time he didn't, just laying there on your bed for the next half an hour — where you coincidentally finished the last question in the practice page.

"satoru, are you asleep?" no answer. but the male shifted slightly, "satoru."

again, no answer. but gojo kicked his legs once, showing that he was indeed, not asleep at all. he had just been lying there, in the same position for the past half an hour.

"satoru, are you mad at me?"

gojo peeked one of his blue eyes from under the blanket and huffs childishly before grunting, he then prompted to pull down the blanket over his eye again. letting you have a taste of your own medicine, "fine, i was going to tell you that i can now give you love and attention. but you seem a little angry so i'm just gonna leave you alone—"

the male opened the blanket and pulled you under the warm fabric with him before covering you both, he immediately locks you in his embrace using a leg over your torso, "finally," he mutters out.

gojo pulled you in, a hand resting on your hips. his fingers raising the hem of your shirt just a bit to brush his digits on your skin intimately. he leans his head on top of your chest, "'m still mad at you if you're wondering."

chuckling, your fingers threaded with his white locks. your cheek pressed onto his head, "you're so childish, 'm not as smart as you, y'know? i need to study."

gojo hums softly, "there's still a week. seven days. you can start studying tomorrow, i promise i won't bother you then," he mutters out, his lips puckering into a small pout.

promises were meant to be broken anyways.

studying with gojo includes him promising he won't bother you the next time — and him ended up doing the same thing, because why study when you can love him instead?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #i love him so much #he's so clingy i love him #gojo #satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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Hey I saw your posts abt requests so I thought I could give you a few if I can think of any 🥰

I’m too lazy to write this myself but it’s been an idea of mine for a while. Either a Beomgyu or Soobin oneshot where they are a prince?

That’s an idea that I just haven’t been motivated enough to do myself but I would love to read what you think of based off that very short description. ❤️❤️

your future husband

a/n. thank you for requesting ^^ i hope you like it and sorry you had to wait so long!! i got inspired after watching house of the dragon lol (although it’s nothing near it)!! also i love the show, the daenerys shaped hole in my heart is reffiling with my love for rheanyra <\\3

summary. soobin, the only heir and a prince, has to choose a future wife. and you happen to catch his eye.

warnings. cursing!!

also THIS soobin lives is my head rent free, he looks so ethereal you can’t convince me otherwise <3

soobin let out a sigh and watched his friends joke around at the other side of the room. he’d love to join them. or just run away from the ball in general.

but he had to be here. the worst part was that the purpose of this event was to get to know his future wife.

"soobin, smile a bit" his mom’s voice rung out suddenly from behind and he just let out a deep sigh.

he wanted to go home. well, to his chamber since the ball was hosted in their ballroom after all.

"don’t move, i’ll go look for your dad and we’ll talk to one of the candidates" his mom smiled and patted his arm.

soobin grunted and watched his mother disappear in the crowd.

suddenly he felt like he needed to take a gasp of fresh year. the next thing he knew, his legs were leading him toward the balcony. just for a second.

when he finally stepped out, the fresh evening air boosted his energy. it was so peaceful: no people, no need to talk to anyone, no…

he saw a movement in the garden. his brows furrowed and he leaned forward to take a better look. it was… a person?

soobin was intrigued and something interesting actually happened for the first time this night. there’s no way he’ll let that slide.

he quickly looked for the exit to go to the garden. when he was passing his friends, beomgyu winked at him while pressing a finger to his mouth. he’ll thank him later.

once soobin found himself in the garden, he was quick to notice a silhouette sitting on a bench. he frowned, seeing the fancy material of a dress.

curiosity made him take a step closer and that’s when he stepped on a small branch, which caused you to turn around.

"boring as hell, huh?" you scoffed, relieved to see someone escaping the event as well. soobin let out a shy smile and nodded "feel free to sit down"

"who… are you?" soobin asked hesitantly, plopping down next to you.

"y/l y/n. a princess or whatever" you scoffed "i came here to this guy’s bride looking party– wait"

your eyes widened in horror as you turned around and looked at his face.

"you’re not this guy… right?" you gulped. if so… you’re in big trouble.

"sadly i am" he chuckled, nodding his head "but don’t worry. i didn’t really wanted this thing to happen"

"what do you mean? my parents told me it’s you who wanted a ball to meet the candidates…" you frowned, looking at him curious. even though it was dark outside, just with couple of lanterns around. he let out a defeated sigh.

"that’s what they say. i, however, am a whole different story. it’s too soon for me to get married, in my opinion. but it’s not that they care" he mumbled, playing with his fingers "”you’re our only heir” and so on…"

"oh" you tightened your lips into a line and then spoke out "i’m sorry to hear that. but… you’re a male heir. you’re in a better position than me anyway"

he looked up to meet your pensive features, e/c irises looking at the stars.

"i’ll probably end up marrying some old fuck just because he’s rich and an important ally… i’ll have to give him children. i don’t want that" you sighed.

soobin felt a rush of adrenaline. and a connection that he never felt before. it’s almost like you were meant to be. in such similar situations… and you both didn’t want to end up miserable so why not–

"marry me then" soobin blurted out, cheeks reddening.

you turned around to meet his gaze. yes, his face was red as a tomato but there was a spark of deterioration in his chocolate eyes that made you… actually consider it. and, obviously, he was good looking…

"i’m not some old fuck. i’m rich, yes. and yes, our parents would probably want us to have children but i won’t pressure you. i, myself… don’t want kids… yet" he explained, his confidence raising. soobin rose an eyebrow and shrugged "so why not?"

"you don’t know me. and i don’t know you. what if i’m a menace? and bossy?" you smirked, watching him carefully.

"honestly? you’re the eighteenth princess i’ve talked to this night. you’re the most fun to talk to so far" he send you a soft smile and his dimples showed up. your mouth parted, heart not really knowing how to handle this cute sight "i also should decide tonight so–"

"let’s do it" you stood up dramatically, reaching your hand out. then your eyes widened in realisation "wait, what’s your name?"

soobin grabbed your hand softly, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. whilst holding eye contact with you, he placed a tender peck on top of your hand.

"your future husband" he cooed, playful smile on his lips.

[ masterlist <3 ]

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googleitlol · 10 months

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I’m still working on the next chapter for my current fic but I also thought I’d drop this little piece of writing since that post from @goshilovemesomemonsters got me thinking abt it again. It’s not related to the post tho, this is way before Macaque gets introduced

Btw this is from an unpublished jttw x reader, but I definitely wanna share more of it eventually

Dove Masterlist:

The hunter’s eyes narrow in suspicion at Sun Wukong’s words. It was obvious he held no trust in what he was saying. You couldn’t really blame him. If you weren’t with the bodhisattva when she recruited him, you wouldn’t believe him either.

Still, you were curious to see how this would play out. Now wasn’t the time to reveal yourself, so even if you wanted to vouch for the monkey demon, you wouldn’t. The shock of the little dove on Tripitaka’s shoulder being human would most likely shock them more than having the Great Sage as a disciple—

…Why is he staring?

Sun Wukong seems to have his sight fixed on you, confusion evident in his eyes. You could remember that stare as clearly as the day you met him in the palace. His eyes remained that same blood red, his irises a vibrant gold that hold a diamond gleam to them, accentuating his sharp stare.

He continues to eye you from his prison, his gaze narrowing. If you were in your true form, a frown would be set over your features. Why is he looking at you like that? He doesn’t know who you are… or does he? How could he see through your transformation?

Suddenly, his eyes widen, as though a torch has caught fire in his dimly-lit mind. "It's you! Wha— What are you doing?" His laugh is loud and hearty, confusing the others surrounding him.

The monk looks past your perched self on his shoulder and behind himself, then back to the Great Sage. "I thought you knew... you just said you were meant to be one of my disciples."

"Not you, the dove on your shoulder!" He points to you, the huntsman and his sons sharing looks of bewilderment with one another as they glance at your unsuspecting form. "It's you, isn't it? The vulgar maiden from the Jade Palace!"

This damn monkey! Why does he have to be like this? It’s like he makes it his mission to be the bane of your existence. With a groan, you take flight into the air, revealing your true form and landing on the ground. The collective gasp of your current travelling companions would have made you smile on any other occasion. Unfortunately, being exposed in such a way only made you grumble in annoyance.

His comments made your cheeks flush, a mix of anger and embarrassment rushing to your face. "You impudent ape! How dare you call me vulgar."

The monkey only laughs, seemingly pleased with his powers of deduction. "I knew it! I'd recognize that soothing presence anywhere. Nobody can hide from Old Monkey King." He gloats, making you want to roll your eyes. What an obnoxious egotistical—

"You're a woman?" The confusion in the Great Monk’s voice helps to remind you that you have an audience. That’s right, they thought you were an innocent dove this whole time. It’s not like you didn’t suspect this might happen sooner or later, but yelling at this demon? What were you thinking?

You quickly introduce yourself to the monk and tell him your name. “I am a faithful disciple to the bodhisattva, Guan Yin.” You begin to explain yourself quickly. “I apologize for only now revealing myself. The merciful goddess has tasked me in aiding your journey to the west with your disciples by lending you my gifts.”

The Tripitaka Monk frowns as he digests your words before his eyes widen in realization. “After I escaped those demons… it was you, wasn’t it? I felt as though I would lose my mind until you sat on my shoulder.”

You couldn’t help but smile as the true events of that incident became clear to him. “Yes, I possess the ability to soothe the mind, a gift granted to me by my teacher herself. I have been watching over you since the day you embarked on your journey.” As your eyes trail over to the imprisoned demon by your side, your kind smile quickly became sour. “Originally, it was my intent to observe your pilgrimage in silence.”

At the monkey’s snicker, your brow quickly twitched.

“However, I can confirm that there is no need for suspicion. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Guan Yin has called upon this demon to be your disciple.” You turn away quickly from the simian, instead providing his master with your upmost attention.

That, however, wasn’t enough to stop Sun Wukong from jutting into the conversation with an offended scoff. “Unbeknownst? I know exactly why she chose me, I’m the Handsome Monkey King! Nobody will ever come close to my master with me around!”

“Yes. I’m sure.” You grit your teeth in blatant annoyance as you attempt to retain your smile. No matter how much he got on your nerves, you had to be on your best behaviour.

But if he sounds this arrogant under a mountain, how much worse will he be once he’s free?

#journey to the west x reader #jttw x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader #jttw tang sanzang #jttw sun wukong #jttw tripitaka #jttw wukong #sun wukong x reader #jttw monkey king #god they’re such little shits to each other in the beginning

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starglitterz · 1 year

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elysian.

─── THE BEGINNING ; 01.

elysian

adjective; relating to or characteristic of paradise

summary: when you lose your job out of the blue, you’re pretty sure this is the end of the road for you. at least until you reconnect with your childhood best friend aether and he offers you your ideal job and a place to stay. the only condition is that his office will be behind the store you’ll be running, and under no circumstances are you permitted to enter. that’s how you begin your new life as a florist, though you’re not sure how to focus on working when aether seems to have too many pretty boys working both for and against him. your fresh start gets a whole lot more interesting when you discover just how many secrets these men are hiding, but somehow you think you’ll still be able find the elysian ending of your dreams.

pairing: various genshin male characters x gn!reader

a/n: hello!!! i've been talking abt this for ages, i'm sorry it took so long :( i had to rewrite this a billion times until i finally came up w smth i liked hehe <3 this is the first part of the set-up for the universe in which my most recent milestone event takes place ! if you're confused just send me an ask & i'll try to explain better LOL. anyways without further ado let's get right into it !! hope you enjoy <3

elysian masterlist. // next.

If anyone asked you what you do for a living, you doubt that even in your wildest dreams would you have imagined replying that you ran a flower shop as a cover for a gang. It's so outrageous that sometimes you think you owe your past self an apology for going off the rails. But it doesn’t make sense to start telling your story from there – it’s better to start all the way at the beginning: a chance encounter in a coffee shop.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You’re wallowing in the depths of despair, doing your best not to cry into your cup of iced coffee, when you hear a familiar voice call your name. Jerking around instantly, you scan the room filled with chatting teens, businessmen on important calls and smiling couples until your gaze lands on a man with a long blonde braid sitting at a table a few feet from you.

Your eyes widen, “Aether?!” His face lights up when you recognise him, and he moves to your table, “It is you! Mind if I sit here?” “No, not at all. Just… wow, I can’t believe you’re here. It’s been forever!” “It really has. I’ve missed you,” Aether’s features soften into an easy smile, “I think the last time I saw you was at our college reunion party. How long has it been since then?” Attempting to ignore how his smile still manages to make heat rise to your cheeks, you chuckle, “At least three years, but you were always the one with the better memory. How have you been?”

You don’t know if you’re imagining the shadow that seems to cloud his expression, but it dissipates in a second as he replies, “I’m doing well, actually. Moving here was a great decision, I’ve got a new company and everything.” "Really? That's incredible, Aether!" you beam, "At this rate you'll be taking over Teyvat." "I wouldn't go that far," he rubs the back of his neck bashfully, "What about you?"

Now you're fumbling for an answer. How do you tell your college roommate who you haven't seen in years that you've just been fired from your job and your landlord refuses to renew your lease? "Not too good on my end, if I'm being honest," you start cautiously before plastering on a bright smile, "But I'm hoping things will turn up soon!" Genuine concern floods Aether's face and he frowns, "Y/N, what happened? I don't mean to press, but you always did have a tendency to downplay your problems." "It's nothing, really," you try to laugh it off, but you can't meet his eyes. In fact, you can't even take yourself seriously for trying to delude yourself into believing that you being homeless with no source of income is not that serious.

Aether places his hand on yours, which shocks you enough that your eyes dart up to his and he says softly, "You can tell me, you know. I'm the last person who has any right to judge anyone." "It's not that, I just don't want to dump everything on you," your voice seems to be stuck in your throat, and it comes out a lot less convincing than you hoped for. "Hey," he flicks your forehead gently as a playful smile curves his lips, "I don't think anything can compare to listening to you rant about all your different college crushes for hours." That coaxes a laugh out of you, and you sigh, "Fine."

When you finish telling him the sad story of your life (AKA just the awful news of today), Aether is quiet. Fantastic. Now he thinks you're a jobless loser, and he's going to pity you and this is going to destroy the dynamics of your friendship and- "Would it sound crazy if I said I had the perfect solution for you?" Your train of thought comes crashing to a stop, "What?" "There's this building I have on the outskirts of town. It's our… base of operations, so to speak. But we only use the back storeroom, and the entire front area feels wasted. It used to be a flower shop, and we haven't had time to renovate it into anything we could use. Also, it would be really helpful to have someone I trust keeping an eye on the place," Aether explains.

No way. This has got to be impossible. Could a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this really just fall into your lap? Aether smiles, "I remember you once said your dream was to be a florist. And there's an apartment on the second floor, so you don't need to worry about looking for a place to stay." He must be kidding, right? He's definitely joking, and he's going to drop the punchline any minute now. But a few seconds pass in silence and he doesn't say anything – he just looks at you. Tilting his head, he asks, "So, what do you think? Of course, there's no pressure to accept. This must sound pretty wild."

It seems too good to be true, but a part of you doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. You've known Aether for years, he's someone you'd trust with your life. He couldn't have undergone a complete personality change in just a couple of years with no contact, right? Everything will be fine and all your issues will be resolved if you agree to this – who wouldn't want that? Inhaling a deep breath, you look at him with a determined expression, “Alright. If you’re serious about this, I’d love to!” An excited grin spreads across his face, “Awesome! When will you be moving in? I can text the rest of my team to prepare anything you need for the store, just say the word.”

The reality of what’s happening seems to crash in on you as he looks at you expectantly, you’re moving into somewhere you’ve never even seen and becoming the owner of a flower shop after years of working a 9-5 desk job. But strangely enough, it isn’t overwhelming at all; it feels like you’re taking the first step towards a new beginning, and instead of nervousness, elation is what’s bubbling up in your heart right now. So it’s with an eager smile that you reply, “Would today be okay?” Aether’s expression mirrors yours, “Definitely!”

And that’s how a coincidental meeting in a coffee shop changed everything for you, placing you on the path that would eventually lead to an elysian dream of a life.

#💫 — elysian !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #aether x reader

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wario-speedwagon · 4 months

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i wanna hear abt whatever "the backflip failed to assert dominance" had going on

Haha, now that one is quite a silly name for what was a more serious, mystery story, with the title stupidly referencing what the plot twist is, hehe! Sadly, this wip was abandoned a long while ago as I didn't have clear ideas for what I wanted to do with the story to its end after a certain point, and I wanted to focus my creativity on the two WIPs I was still feeling inspired by (one of which was Pruny! :). However, I'm feeling generous, so I'll just copy/paste the whole unfinished draft below the cut for your own reading, maybe you'll still enjoy it!

It's very rough and clunky at parts, and rereading it for myself took some strength to not immediately change several lines to make it read less confusingly, but it was better than I remember it being! :) The next paragraphs will be spoiling the "twist" and what plot plans I had for it in case you wanna read it for yourself and come to your own conclusions first, so Spoilers in 3, 2, 1...

. . .

So this story takes place in 1993, the year Freddy's would end up dying. We follow the Scott Cawthon phone guy of the Utah location who has just doomed himself by hiring the infamous Dave Miller. Previously up to this point, DSAF 1 happened as normal with the gnarly ending (where Jack and Dave got away with murder and shut down Colorado), but when DSAF 2 happens, Dave arrives to Bakersfield as Jack never showed up, meaning Vegas was the last he ever saw of him. So Dave has been continuing his Freddy's closing mission one place at a time, though eventually losing his passion for it since he's alone again doing it.

However, the Scotts have gotten more and more cautious of Dave over the years and this one is especially proactive about watching Dave and preventing him from achieving his killing MO if at all possible. Killing time at work to cool off suspicions, Dave records some phone tape recordings (which are featured in and taken from Project: Save the Kiddins), then he checks out Scott's paperwork and sees an application by "Mike Schmidt" who seems suspiciously like an anonymous Old Sport, which excites Dave and inspires him to get his old Spring Bonnie as well as Sportsy's Spring Freddy suit too, now! (After all, he can't just kill the kids not suited up, can he?) Sadly though, it would turn out that this is actually the canon FNAF Mike Schmidt, who as you know is also a rotting anonymous zombie serial working at Freddy's...

Meanwhile, Scott, with Dave having left the premises, finally has some free time for himself and decides to fix the Happiest Day machine before having a "dream" (not realizing he's gone into it) and meets a puppet and some ghost children. And then the story leaves off with Scott feeling compelled to save the children's souls.

I didn't have enough draft written to make my subtle hints grow more obvious before revealing, but if you were somehow very smart enough to figure it out, this Scott is actually a Phonified Jack who springlocked himself (perhaps by backflipping, hence the dumb title hehe) on day one of DSAF 2 before he could ever reunite with Dave. That's why he was extra aware of Dave's danger and methods while also feeling drawn to saving the children in the Happiest Day machine :)

I'll almost certainly never return to this WIP, but it was fun revisiting it and even sharing it, so thanks for the opportunity! :D

Hurricane, Utah, 1993

Friday, XX/16/93

Model 51_1 was swamped in paperwork to work out like usual. As always, too many employees to replace, and thus too many positions to refill. Another dayshift spot to fill after another typical event, another nightguard they'd inevitably gone through, it was always the same sh- crap here. Over half a decade of it for this Scott, not that counting did anything to help his spirit any.

Spirit? No, at this rate, he probably didn't have one of those anymore. That’s assuming he ever had one to begin with. Freddy's was effective at killing those off in anyone who worked there.

Focus, Scott. Let's see what we got for today.

Sighing for impending boredom, he adjusted his gloves in preparation for a whole lot of handwriting and took the first packet.

Applicants. Alright, let’s see.

As often as they cycled through employees at Freddy's, new applicants were always found for him by means he didn’t want to know. Probably the cause of their staff being so chronically sketchy though.

Top sheet.

Randall Jade.

Applying for night guard. A-And dayguard, how convenient…

Experience: sex work, goose control… the latter might be a relevant skillset…

Phone no.: 1-800-8=D SEXY PHONE

Place of residence: Freddy's hopefully.

Well…the honesty was the opposite of professional, but Freddy's values rock bottom desperation in its applicants above all else. All in all, the programming in his head told him Jade was an ideal candidate for the position–uh, positions.

Next.

Dave Miller.

Oh.

Oh no.

Dave Miller.

Applying for dayshift worker.

Experience: ur mom.

Phone no.: 69

Place of residence: ur mom.

Scott felt like he had been marked next for a death sentence. That's essentially what Dave was, all Phone Guys knew it. Dave Miller was an open secret, a promise for destruction for whichever location he picked next. A blight on Freddy’s not even a crucifixion could solve.

The programming in his head told him Miller was an acceptable candidate for the position.

Next.

Scott's hand trembled as he continued to whittle down tonight’s stack of papers.

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Monday, XX/19/1993

Dave had received an unsurprisingly quick response to his work application just a day after submitting. He was naturally hired. Freddy's only survived because it had no standards. But of course, Dave vowed that that would also be its downfall.

So he showed up for his umpteenth first day. He didn't bother finding the Phoney; both of them should know exactly what was up without fake formalities. They knew their place by now. Those guys were like a hive mind with their programming and company newsletters.

Yet as he entered the building, Scott of course was waiting there to meet him anyway. Dave walked past his trademarked Phone Guy greeting to go see how this place’s Saferoom had changed over the decade he’d been gone. Phoney sighed at being ignored; both of them knew it was better for his immediate safety if he left Dave alone to his devices. Dave had to admit, it was in some ways nice to have his reputation finally precede him.

Old Sport had disappeared after Vegas in 87, and once he finally learned he would no longer be following him around, Dave realized he was going to be alone again for a while. But of course, Sportsy would surely come back for him sooner or later?

But in the years of meantime, Dave had tired of the mocking charade he used to put up for the Phoneys. The end result was always the same anyway. It just wasn't fun anymore, and it certainly wasn't needed.

After all, Dave's score was still undefeated.

He was more wary than usual about trying something too soon, though. The Phone Guys these days are always on edge about him, and they're always the most paranoid in the beginning.

To prove his point, he could see this new Scott carefully watching him from afar right now in his periphery. There was something… distinct about this one though… off-putting in some way he couldn't yet pinpoint, but he had a boring week ahead to digest his thoughts.

The best Dave could come up with for now was that it felt like he knew something the other Phoneys didn't. Like he was “in the know.” Whatever that would mean.

Dave checked the Saferoom, but to his surprise, there weren't any springlock suits here. That…was definitely an unexpected wrench in his plan. He promptly went to go properly meet this Scott after all.

“Phone face. Where the fuck're the suits?”

“Ah, now that I would’ve told you during orientation; we had to get rid of those after the original five murders here back in the 80s. Y'know, to prevent any more scandals here after miraculously saving this location from going under. Higher ups are really attached to this first location for some reason.”

Dave was right ticked off. This Phoney smelled like bullshit.

“Freddy's is dying, Dave, and the company's had to… adapt.”

Dave now had weekend plans to visit Bakersfield.

Not dignifying Scott with a response of acknowledgement, Dave just marched off to the office to fuck around on the computer.

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Tuesday, XX/20/93

Another boring day of not murdering children. Another day of ignoring Phoney’s paranoia.

Dave decided to explore the security office next to kill some time.

Scott of course noticed Dave’s detour. Seeing him in person again… it filled him with determination. A determination to… do something about him, certainly to stop his usual plan to shut down this location. He’d already gotten rid of the springlock suits last weekend, a crucial ingredient to Dave’s shenanigans that hopefully bought him more time.

He was personally familiar with what this “man” was capable of, and he wouldn’t have it occur under his watch. And certainly not if his hide depended on it.

…

Well shit.

“Rip in fuck, nerd.”

Dave kicked the dayguard’s nearly headless corpse aside to raid the office drawers for anything interesting.

Most of it was junk like tape, post it notes, pens… no scissors. Maybe he could just draw some dicks and post them around the–

Ah. A tape recorder. Those’re always fun to mess with.

He played the one that was currently inside.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I have a message for you... to help you get settled on your first night. Umm, I actually–"

Dave immediately paused it. He didn’t know why he expected anything other than the same old tiring Scott voice stuttering through some training script. As the years went on, that same voice only irritated him more and more.

But then Dave smiled with bored inspiration and pressed Record.

"Sorry. I just had to cut that asshole off. What a fuckin' nerd.

Anyway, good fuckin' going on landing a minimum wage job. Where you have to fend off gigantic felt-covered bastard animals who want to smack your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit.

That phone guy left some tips of his own to help you survive. But honestly, it didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' died. What a nerd! So, good ole Davey's gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips!

By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me. I sorta murdered a few dozen kids, back in the 80's and stuffed them into the robots out of pure spite for the company. Don't worry though: kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow. And remember: you can't out-wrestle the bear, so don't even try."

Satisfied with a job well done, he hit Stop. It felt good to make a positive difference in the world sometimes. Ah, who was he kidding? He smirked thinking of the next nightguard they’d hire hearing this as they fended for their life.

…He was still bored, so heck, tape #2.

"uh, hello? Hello? uhh, well, if you're hearing this then you made it to day 2! um, congrats! U-uh, I won't talk quite as long this time–"

"Hey, how ya doin' man? It's me again: Big Dick Davey! Night 2, eh? Good job on not getting stuffed into a tacky fuckin' bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the exact same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who will try to rip your throat out twice as hard.”

He drifted onto a Foxy-related tangent. He had too many opinions to not share them.

“...Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night. I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's-related bullshit trivia. See you on the meanside.”

Dave looked up at the clock. Seriously? Only 2:15?

Ugh, whatever, let’s just record another.

"Hello, hello! Hey, you're doin' great! Uh, most people–"

"Hey, yo, doggo, it's me, Davey. Wow, night 3. Incredible. See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future night guards.

By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea whether you're actually alive or not. Let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on night 1.”

He looked down at the poor bastard on the ground behind him.

“Priceless. If you're still alive, worry not. To survive tonight, just do the same shit you did last night, but better.

Just don't dick around and you'll be fine. I'll speak to you tomorrow, dude.”

Dave was starting to get bored again, so he called it a day and stood up from the office chair.

Oh, right. He should probably let Scott know about that bozo on the ground. He considered just letting him be a fun surprise for Scott later, but he was still in the paranoia phase, so Dave would probably be blamed for murdering him if he didn’t report it. He missed that one Colorado Phone Guy, he was probably the most chill one he ever had the pleasure of fucking over.

It was also the Phone Guy he and Old Sport got to take down together.

Man he missed those fleeting days.

…

“Hey Phone-fuck, yer dayguard’s dead.” He thumb-pointed behind his shoulder toward the room he’d just come from.

“Oh godd-dang it, already?”

Scott grumpily walked over to the security office. Dave had to admit, this one was off-putting for sure, but he appreciated the laxer programming on the fake professionalism of this guy.

Though it made him uncannily human to him, and that circled back to off-putting.

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Another night, another stack of papers for Scott motherhecking Cawthon.

He let out a stressed sigh.

Already he could expect to file another dead security guard. More applicants to reconsider already too. Jeebus, it was only the first night on the job, Randall!

Well, comparing the previously declined applicants against each other again, he– hey, wait a minute, there’s another new application that was submitted today.

Mike Schmidt

Applying for nightguard.

Experience: 20 years in night security, 10 years with Freddy’s.

Place of residence: Hurricane, Utah

H-How conveniently perfect. Although there was no Mike Schmidt in any of the company files despite such a history… He was one of those name-changers. …Whatever, taking their applicants at face value was the Freddy’s way. He of all people should know that better than anyone else.

The programming in his head told him Schmidt was a perfect candidate.

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Wednesday, XX/20/93

Dave came in for day 3 of bored snooping around. Hell, maybe he should just start the killing already, just so he could move on from this extra depressing, windowless dump.

The Phone Guy learned surprisingly quickly not to interact with Dave if not necessary, but that still didn’t end his unusually keen hypervigilance on his movements throughout the building. Dave half considered just dismantling this Phone Guy early himself since his usual MO was already being derailed off tradition.

Not committed to any particular plan yet, Dave went to the kitchen to locate a knife or any sort of stabby paraphernalia for future reference. And to his severe chagrin, there wasn’t a single knife to be found in any of the drawers or counters. Not even any forks.

It was a good fuckin’ thing Dave was a creative thinker, and right now, he was using those creative juices to think of payback for that damn Phoney. Phone Guys were never this annoyingly proactive.

But what, did this guy really think Dave wouldn’t provide his own tools when the time comes? The more annoying Phoneys often had a knack for thinking they’re two steps ahead of his plans, but all those Phone Guys were long gone now. Dave grinned at the thought of that. Served those creeps right.

He found himself in the office. There was paperwork strewn about the desk. There was no reason not to rifle through it. At the top was an application that Scott seemed to have accepted based on the red pen marks circling him when the others seemed blank.

Mike Schmidt, huh?

The more Dave read and pondered his application, the more a hope unexpectedly began to flicker where his heart should be. This guy had quite a history with these restaurants…

He booted up the computer to check the employee file on him, and there was one. Opening it… it seemed to be created this morning? This was a good sign.

Mike Schmidt.

Age: ?? (Note: Avoided answering)

Residence: Hurricane, Utah

Employment history: 1993-current, Nightguard, Location #1

Note: Skin does not look healthy. Avoid physical contact in case of STD, we can’t afford such lawsuits like we used to. Mike doesn’t talk much either. Exercise caution around him.

Heart elated, Dave promptly headed off to the security room.

…

He hit Record.

“...Old Sport! Oh, how I've missed you! You came back. You always come back. Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for ole Davey? I knew it, I just knew that you really loved me!

Look, I have to go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night, okay? Stay alive, old sport. I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy!"

And with that promise recorded, Dave excused himself from work early to start his drive to Bakersfield a couple days ahead of schedule.

And Scott was awe-struck to see Dave just run out like that. The programming screamed how wrong it was and urged him to drag him back here, but the programming also screamed at him to stay here on-site during working hours.

But most of all, his memories screamed that Dave was up to something disastrous. And this time, he would be at the receiving end of the catastrophe.

His programming faithfully corrected each and every one of the panicked swears he muttered as he paced back and forth.

Unable to calm down all the tension in his head, Scott looked for something to distract his mind from the impending dread.

There. Something. That da-dang machine over there.

It was always broken, and with no Dave to watch like a hawk right now, maybe finally fixing the poor thing would calm him down. Clearly no one else was going to do it so he might as well. He went to Parts and Service for a wrench.

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A dream of being at his old Freddy’s job.

It was disorienting.

It probably wasn’t real.

Before long, he noticed a puppet standing there before him.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“W-What do you want? What’s going on?”

“The five children.

Ten years later and they still do not rest.”

“I… don’t understand.”

But that felt like a lie after he said it.

“Gabriel. Fritz. Susie. Jeremy. Cassidy.

They’re all still waiting for rest.”

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Thursday, XX/21/93

Yesterday was strange. He’d had the strangest dream when he fell asleep against the machine he’d just fixed, and then he felt compelled to carry out even stranger errands for the puppet in that dream. But… it felt right to do it. Something about the robots seemed tame this morning.

-End WIP

#thanks so much for the ask! :D #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf fanfic

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tearsoffarosh · 9 months

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My Personal Theory on the Zelda Timeline.

with TOTK featuring the classic Zelda event of the Imprisoning war, a lot of people have a lot of questions abt totk rewriting what happens in previous games & other aspects of the games.

SO im here to offer up my own explanation of what is going on in TOTK, and more widely the entire Zelda universe.

Major Spoilers for: Skyward Sword, Ocarina of Time, Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, with more minor discussions of other Zelda games such as A Link Between Worlds.

this all starts in Skyward Sword & the awakening of Zelda as Hylia Reborn and Link as her chosen hero. During the final fight between Demise & Link with his final breath, the demon king curses Link and by extension, Zelda, that his hatred shall never die and that it will follow Link and Zelda's predecessors, those Born with the Soul of the Hero and the Spirit of the Goddess will forever be at war with the physical embodiment of his rage. and with that. the Demon King is vanquished. for now.

Though this is not the end. My hate...never perishes. It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again! Those like you... Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero... They are eternally bound to this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!” -Demise's Curse.

This paragraph, this curse, is what cements the events of every Zelda game going forward. Though everyone applies this curse to Ganondorf Specifically, this Anger, this rage being reincarnated can apply to any evil that Zelda and Link face in the games, Yuga, Vaati, and Majora. any other villain that appears in the games could be this evil reincarnated.

I personally think that Ganondorf cements himself as part of the Reincarnation cycle in Ocarina of Time when he steals the Triforce of Power, now I do think that Ganondorf was always a reincarnation of Demise's hate in this cycle BUT stealing the piece of the triforce permanently engraved him as part of the continuous cycle of rebirth, from now on- in the Majority of mainline releases, Ganon is present in one way or another, whether it be as the main villain, or as a puppet master controlling another villain.

Our next important title to explore is BOTW. this game takes place Thousands, if not Eons of years after any other Zelda game, meaning that when Zelda tells us that Ganon has given up on a physical form and has taken up this mass of malice- pure hatred. the words Zelda uses specifically do call back to Demise's curse, leading us to believe that Ganondorf the man is truly gone SPOILER- he isn't. We discover in TOTK that the mummified corpse of Ganondorf has been beneath Hyrule castle this whole time, being held there by the last morsel of Rauru's power. As we go through TOTK, we meet the Sages (who are not so subtly stand-ins for the ancient champions BUT im gonna touch on that later) and each Sage tells us about the Imprisoning war (sound familiar?) and that they helped Rauru seal Ganondorf away- but that he's gonna return and its links job- with aid from the new sages, to seal him once and for all.

got all that? good. Now, where the fuck am I going with this? well, Totk obviously isn't the first time an Imprisoning war is mentioned, the first mention of it is OOT where the event technically first occurs. where Link and the Sages, including Zelda, seal Ganon away with the power of the triforce, the master sword and whatever the Sages do. the War is then mentioned in A Link Between Worlds, when first visiting the castle you can read the paintings that tell us about the imprisoning war, but we're not entirely sure if this war is the same one from OOT. and totk has the same event just, with fewer sages, and the Zonai are also there.

so, why is the imprisoning war such an important event in the Zelda franchise? why does it pop up so often?. well, it's my personal belief that Demise's curse and the Triforce cycle, have triggered some kind of time loop, leading to repeated events within the timeline, TOTK has a repeating symbol of an Ouroboros, two dragons eating themselves in a continuous circle, which I think solidifies my point, obviously, it's also a solid reference to the whole "light can't exist without dark" theme that's shown by the literal light dragon and demon dragon.

so there's that, that's my theory- the Zelda franchise is in some kind of Time loop in which events repeat themselves, with slight differences in each loop. the Calamity & Link being asleep for 100 years disturbed this loop in some way but I wouldn't be surprised if in the next few years and in the next few games we see another Imprisioning war mentioned, with no Zonai and something new instead.

Have any questions abt this theory? or simply want me to clarify things! drop an ask and i'll try my best! :)

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tokusaatsus · 1 year

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Pls tell more about the otome game unit and idk why but when i saw it my mind went right away to a vocaloid song that has that theme of otome game. (A Game Of Love by kagamine len)

OFC OFC !! literally the stupidest unit theme creation ever.

basically the mv has mao playing this otome game and then he "falls asleep" and wakes up isekai'd !?!?? and he's got the role of the heroine. and there are many male leads and he has to like. use his own smarts and the power of his game knowledge to beat the system or game over and he "dies".

mao center w izumi second 5* bcuz he can have a bit of favouritsm. as a treat <3 ( it's rtsmkg event cards w izuiba gacha )

so izumi is like the tsundere knight + koga's the lone werewolf + ritsu's the reclusive second prince + ibara's the moneymaking advisor.

the song's probably smth abt like. love and how it changes u and all the different ways to love someone or wtv. and the end of the mv is rlly funny w them all proclaiming their love for mao, who then "wakes up" with izumi shaking him. basically the shuffle unit was formed to advertise this new otome game. and the outfits are kind of like. la mort outfits?? except w a more. silver/blue/white theme EXCEPT FOR MAO !! who wears a dress :3

his unbloomed is him asleep on his desk w a nintendo switch ( probably ) lying next to him featuring the game title + his bloomed is him standing in a garden w a red dress and a rose in hand. and izumi unbloomed is him shaking mao ( not pictured ) awake w his bloomed being him in a knightly pose, on one knee, with his sword in the ground.

#📽...shuffles!#💌...loveletters!#ooo that song sounds interesting !! i thought of otome kaibou but i'll check that one out too :3

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cantalooprat · 2 years

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Don't Pick Up Boyfriends from the Trash Bin

What I Liked

prob the best qt wn in the entire danmei sphere? admittedly. i have not read other qt novels. but tbbf makes me not want to read them bc i'll inevitably compare them to tbbf n that's unfair.

mc: chi xiaochi!!! at first glance, cxc seems like the run-of-the-mill danmei shou mc---cold, calculating, ruthless. after all, he's a qt host who's there to face-slap scum gongs in one world n then move on to the next. but tbbf takes a slightly different spin on that sort of mc; cxc is still calculating and ruthless, but he cares. he cares abt the people whose bodies he's inhabiting, he genuinely wants to help them lead a better life after he leaves and always does his best to deliver that. he doesn't just face-slap without logic, he behaves appropriately so that the people whose lives he's redeeming can continue to live better lives. and i never realized how refreshing it is to have an mc who's already in love and so utterly devoted. his motivation to return to his world is "who else will be sweeping his grave?" and when facing the possibility that ml lou ying is alive in another world, his response is "only the lou-ge from my world is real, i won't go to any other world". i'm so sad???

ml: step aside toxic overbearing "protective" ml archetypes, lou ying/system 061/liu-laoshi is here to faceslap all these shitty gongs. initially introduced as cxc's system who has memory loss due to a past incident, he somewhat has an identity crisis bc he feels like he should be human but he's lost everything that made him human... save for the smallest, faintest fragment of a memory, of someone who's waiting for him to come back. he's cxc's number one enabler, the kind of ml who's not there to "prevent" the mc from doing things, but there to support the mc! he fully believes in cxc's plans even though he may not be privy to them, and does his best to help cxc even when lord god rubs his grubby paws all over and tries to mess things up. he's devoted but not overbearing, protective but not preventative, and shows that the ml can be way more than just an ml---in a lot of the worlds, he's not even in a position to be in a romantic relationship w the mc lmao (e.g. uncle in love song on ice, pet panther in raising a big cat in the apocalypse) but he's always always there to support cxc!

also gotta love 009, 023, 089 the friend systems. we stan a supportive social circle for the ml.

the sheer creativity in the qt worlds!!! each one of them features a diff kind of shitty gong, and all kinds of fantastic worldbuilding wrapped up in an overarching storyline involving the "lord god's system" and also how it ties to cxc and ly's story. love song on ice is prob the one that made the biggest impression on me lmao i loved that world setting so much. the ice dance doubles sequence was /chefs kiss

i love love love the way the author does flashbacks and shows cxc and ly's past and ties it in with the plot events. the scenes don't usually run fancy, but they're all so heartfelt and bittersweet. one of the flashbacks that stands out especially is the parallel of childhood cxc and ly where they used to play games together, and the present events. cxc was super shit (is still super shit...) at games and ly used to have to carry him, but then after ly is gone, cxc basically continues to live his life like he used to play games---bruteforcing his way through recklessly, and luckily he's able to attain success at a young age. even so, he still misses the time he spent with ly, in that coop mode they used to play together... and that's exactly how they are in the current plot /crying cxc basically schemes and plans in all the worlds he's in, charging on ahead with the sole goal of helping each world's mc live better lives while also making the scum gongs regret. and all the extraneous stuff is for ly to worry about as he supports cxc as his system, even when he's lost his memories, even when they don't know each other at all.

there r also the times when the similarities between 061 n ly start to become Really Uncanny n cxc just starts Questioning, what if 061 is his lou-ge? how wonderful would that be. but at the same time, he can't bear to hope that 061 is his lou-ge, because what if he isn't? and cxc thinks he's changed too much from the once innocent young boy who loved nothing more than to spend time with his lou-ge, and he doesn't want his lou-ge to see what kind of person he's become. but man, 061 loves him the way he is. he's started to fall even after he lost his memories, and once he starts to realize that he is the lou-ge that cxc has longed to meet, he wants nothing more than to be with him. ahhhh it's so bittersweet, so frustratingly tantalizing…

the “i’ve loved someone before” quote like Who Says That

update update 220721 update:

gold standard of qt danmei?????

im just sitting down mulling over the whole wn n just feeling very, very happy yet sad that i've finally completed it. like i wanna move on so bad bc ive been thinking abt tbbf on and off for like almost 3 months now while waiting for tls lmao b4 finally finishing it via mtl. it's just, such a lovely story. beneath the world-hopping, scum gong face-slapping, shou-rehabilitating, at its core, tbbf is just the simple story of two people who mean the world to each other.

it's slow burn but not like, the slow burn that makes me crave for cp interactions like a feral shipper, bc the way they express their feelings r just embedded in how they treat each other through each world. the first kiss cxc initiated is in ch 247/270! n i didn't feel like it was too little too late! the romance pacing is just so perfect. i love it. i'm crying.

the happy end is well-deserved and so so comforting to read, i love how the author just described them snuggling in bed, basking in the sun, cuddling like two cats, after everything that happened. it's so sweet to see a cp that's been in love from the very beginning. sigh sigh sigh

i am incoherent i just love them so much

i love the diff flavors of the choices of the host in each world. change the gong, become the gong, don't need a gong, be...your own gong???

the v v perfect ending sentence, a callback to the one-line-summary of "i won't go to any world where he doesn't exist" that eventually becomes "as long as you're with me, anywhere is my world"

my fav thing abt louchi is that they have the dynamic of one of those modern danmei setting of childhood friend turned lovers had the entire incident w the scum teacher not happen n thats exactly what happened in the 10th world, n this is the underlying dynamic of the whole plot: that their love is actually just so painfully mundane and ordinary, between two people who mean the world to each other, and should have remained that way, except it didn’t, and now this is their journey to regain the opportunity they once lost

What I Disliked

how am i supposed to read any other QT danmei after tbbf

that long ass title, online its usually shortened as dpubfttb (?) but to hell if i have to type that every time i need to refer to it for my own usage. therefore i call it tbbf (trashbin boyfriends)

hm if i had to nitpick on one “plothole” it’s prob, how come cxc is literally the first person to exploit the “loophole”? like there’s been so many hosts and systems, surely someone else got the same idea already? tho tbf this is a tentative con bc i’m not done w the wn yet im done w the wn n they sort of explained it as the nature of the scum gong system preying on ppl who r mentally weak n fit a certain set of criteria so ig i’ll just write it off as op mc behavior

lord god kind of a weak n shallow antagonist

there's no post-ending extra of 089 and 023 /cry

the audio drama ost being edgy songs instead of banger ballads /unreasonable

Notes

tbf my only point of comparison re:QT stories is… cheating men must die, which is… yeah. well. it def can’t hold a candle to tbbf lmao

picking up mid-translation novel is so pain, i’m suffering from one part post-book depression (which is kinda wtf considering I’m Not Even Done Yet), one part I Can Continue Reading MTL But My Brain Will Break, one part Do I Study Chinese

220721 update: its almost been 3 months since i last read the available tl at CG n the last 2-3 days i finally mtl-ed the remaining ~90-100 ch n i love it still, i love it like the day i first picked up this wn w little to no expectations outside of “i heard its good”

tbbf is rly making me crave for more “pining for each other, feelings r mutual, but due to circumstances can’t be w each other” kind of danmei

this wn will be is my danmei white moonlight sighs

“Sue-ish, fluffy, no logic, not the same as those reforming villain stories, be warned” author if u say this abt tbbf what does that make all the other trashy danmei /crying

my headcanon is that cxc and ly grow old in their original world and after they eventually pass on, cxc will basically be a full time lord god and ly will be w him there as they oversee many many worlds together, contentedly spending the rest of eternity w each other

tbbf lives rent free in my head

Quotes

“To me, only the Lou-ge from the world I came from is real. I won’t go to a world without him.”

“I’ve loved someone before. I loved going up and down the stairs with him, I loved it when he taught me how to play video games, where for every six wins he would never forget to let me win four, I loved when he cooked for me and Dog Meat, I loved when he taught me subjects, I loved when he would cover my ears whenever my parents foughtーーI was never asleep, I was always listening. ……love is when after he died I wanted nothing more than to go with him, but was afraid that other than me, no one else would remember him, so I could only use what bound him to the world to bind myself to it. I lived on for him, and even had to live well.”

一句话简介：没有他的世界，我哪里都不去

“One sentence summary: I’ll never go to any world where he doesn’t exist”

曾经，没有你的世界，我哪里都不去。现在，只要是你在我身边，哪里就是我的世界。

Once upon a time, I’ll never go to any world where you don’t exist. Now, as long as you are by my side, no matter where it is, it’s my world.

#cantalooprat reads #my white moonlight forever

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 2 years

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kinda wanna hear more abt yr streamer!millie thing (no pressure though if you don't want to, of course)

jfdjafdjsdk Millie being a streamer in my main AU is a headcanon I came up with for no other reason than I thought it would be funny if Millie was allowed to swear

As you can probably tell my main genre of YouTubers is mainly gaming YouTubers, which I based a lot of my headcanons about Millie's streams around

My main CTW AU is "A.I." so I imagine that after the events at Afton Robotics, Millie starts streaming as a new hobby by Dylan's suggestion. One of her first streams is a Just Talking stream titled "bitching about afton robotics", where she just drags Clayton for what he did to CTW Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, and BonBon, as well as casually leaking multiple secrets about the company that she found out while raiding it in search of CTW Funtime Freddy. She gains traction from that stream, with a lot of skeptics, which are quickly convinced when Millie posts a short video to her newly made YouTube channel of her grandfather's workshop, with the three animatronics just wandering around going about their day.

She starts streaming regularly under the name "x._missing._x" and quickly gains popularity since she's known as "the person that blew up the local Afton Robotics building". Dylan joins her on the majority of her streams, which are usually gaming. Dylan is the local troll on her channel, constantly taking advantage of the donation feature which is set up to allow whoever donated to play music on the stream. He constantly plays bass boosted songs with his donations, the only warning Millie gets being the alert sound that someone donated. Once she sees Dylan's username overlayed onscreen beside the donation message her viewers tend to hear a horrified "NOO-!!" as Millie rips off her headset, and throws it on the desk before running off, all you can hear being bass boosted music playing in the background as Millie runs down the street to Dylan's house so she can strangle him.

She starts streaming with Brooke and Sarah as well, sometimes showing up in Brooke's streams as she does mainly irl streams, and while Sarah isn't really interested in doing her own streams she loves appearing in the other's, and Millie's fanbase find their relationship adorable, and ship them so hard. She has fanpages that dedicate themselves to posting compilations, and random out of context clips. Every time her and Sarah have a cute interaction onstream the "x._missing_.x x azure_sarah" fans have a field day.

Since FNaF as a franchise is probably canon within the FNaF universe, you can bet that Millie has played the FNaF games onstream. She also looks up weird fancontent at the request of her viewers, or her friends resulting in either a hilarious stream with a whole bunch of out of context moments, or Millie being scarred for life and telling her fanbase that she will never trust them again, until the next stream where they trick her into looking something up again.

Her grandfather becomes a fan favorite from the multiple times he accidentally walks in on Millie while she's streaming. Her chat eventually goes from "who is he?? 🤨" "who's that?" "that's you're grandfather 😮???" to "GRANDPA FITZSIMMONS!!! ❤❤❤❤❤" "HE!!!!!!" "NUU LET HIM STAY-". Millie's fandom starts shipping him with CTW Funtime Freddy after seeing them interact in some videos, or in the background of some of her or Brooke's streams, much to Millie's dismay. She finds out the hard way that people ship them after a viewer tells her about the ship in a donation message. As a result Millie puts the whole stream on pause to look it up, and see if it's real. She finds loads of fanart with a concerning amount of skill and effort put into them, and some very descriptive fanfics that usually consist of CTW Funtime Freddy pinning her grandfather down and making out with him. She then forces Dylan and Brooke to read them with her onstream, effectively scarring them.

Her fandom then take this as permission to try and taint her grandfather's innocence, to which Millie desperately tries to protect him from her fanbase. It doesn't work very well, as her grandpa now knows what "gilf" means. Millie even decides to react to edits of the ship with her grandpa in a stream simply titled "why". Her grandfather still does not really understand what is going on.

When he becomes a little more comfortable, her grandpa starts to feature in her streams, which Millie doesn't know whether it's a good or bad thing. Her grandfather's fan favorite status only grows after he lets loose his pent up anger during her gaming streams. The best way to describe his rages is GameGrumps Arin during Super Mario Sunshine, and the infamous Sonic and the Black Knight clip. Millie even has to end a stream early one time out of fear that her grandfather will have a stress induced heart attack. Her fans still ship him with CTW Funtime Freddy, despite her grandfather yelling at him to fuck off at the end of one stream.

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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saleeba · 5 months

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silver studs ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ booking yourself & jude a piercing date!

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x gn!reader

content ♡ fluff, descriptions of piercings/body modification/needles, reader is implied to already have had their ears pierced, jude is a dramatically big baby in this (*roy keane voice* what a big baby... baby!), all around silly billy vibes idek pls read this xx

a/n ♡ girlies (gn!) let’s form a prayer circle & manifest jude having pierced ears in 2024 🕯🕯🕯 i’ve seen some ppl say he would look so good w a nose piercing too and ohhhh my goodness 😵‍💫 i don’t even wanna think abt it my heart is actually palpitating </3 this fic is very much drawn from my own need to get abt 10 new piercings when i can barely take care of my current ones 🫠 enjoyyy my lovelies! 🩵🤍

"jude, come on, hurry up, we're going to be late!" you scold your boyfriend who seems to be taking about one-eighth of every rushed step you take, trailing behind with his hands in his pockets and a defeated puppy-dog look on his face.

“i’m sure it’s still not too late to cancel, babe,” he begins, stopping in his tracks and prompting you to do the same as exasperation takes over your features. “m-maybe we can come back next year?”

you’re in disbelief at your giant baby of a lover now. just last week he was begging you to take him along with you to your nose piercing appointment, a passive comment you had made about him suiting earrings so well spinning his mind into a spiral of pinterest searches and jewellery wishlists. you had even caught him “trying on” your assortment of studs before pressing on your previous comment of how good he would look if he had his ears pierced.

“next year?! jude, the appointment’s in three minutes!” you start to walk backwards so that you can make sure he follows and doesn’t just leg it back to the car. “why are you being such a wimp about it?”

a sweetly deep frown sets on jude’s face, that previous puppy-like trait now seeping into the way he walks towards you. truthfully, the gravitas of the situation has only just set for him, the fantastical image of a metre-long needle coming in to pierce his ears and the unimaginable pain it must create causing nervous prickles to run down his spine. oh god, why did i say yes to this? he’s never been one to be comfortable with needles and other sharp objects in any capacity; needing you to chop all the ingredients whenever you cook together or clear your schedule for the whole day whenever he has a blood test so that you’re there to hold his hand — well, so that you’re there for him to squeeze the living daylights out of your hand.

it was a bafflement to you, though — the boy had undergone multiple terrible injuries and operations but was shit-scared of tools that barely laid a scratch. although, you’ve absolutely made sure to clown him for it at every given chance.

“i’m not being a whimp!” jude’s defensiveness never relents, no matter the situation, and it makes your eyes roll. “it’s just… you’re definitely going first.” he hurriedly declares, hoping to delay the nightmarish events about to unfold for him.

you finally catch onto what he’s trying to say and do, the irrationality of it all causing a chuckle to leave your lips. you can’t believe this six-foot-something boy has such an aversion to something that is barely two inches.

“aww, sweetheart,” you feign a sarcastically sugary pout. “does my baby need his hand holding… again?” an amused grin takes place on your face, all toothy and genuine when jude comments on how annoying you are with a teasing push to your shoulder.

“jude, how many times have i told you that it barely hurts? it’s just a small, sharp pinch,” that old comparison, jude thinks to himself. “here, i’ll show you.”

he jumps out the way of your mischievous fingers before they can land on his skin and deliver a squeeze that is definitely neither small nor sharp. you laugh at his scaredy-cat antics before tugging on his hand, leading him down the street to your destination, encouraging him with dialogue about how pretty he’s going to look once this is done and how you two can maybe wear matching earrings to all the red carpet events you attend from now on.

jude can’t help but think how he’d really like that, already his mind is thinking of how it could be an intimate ritual of your own, the world always knowing you belong to him and he belongs to you when you step out, your bond branded and sealed in two pairs of the same earrings.

there's a slight bump in his path that pulls jude away from his daydreaming and back into the way you're addressing him, announcing that you're both finally at the door of the piercing shop. you don't miss the way his hand dampens in yours but you try to soothe it with a reassuring squeeze.

"hey, five quid for the person that doesn't cry when we're in there." you suggest, playfulness painted in your eyes and smile.

"oh, shut up," jude laughs, tilting his head towards the storefront before counterattacking. "tenner?"

you take up his offer and seal the deal with a quick handshake. “you're on."

the pair of you step into the piercing shop, the vibrant sights of commissioned art and citrusy scents of sterilising products immediately filling your senses. everything is so cozy and inviting, though; the open space looking like it's straight out of a pinterest board with its boho-esque decor and pops of pink and blue.

you're able to check in and be seated in the waiting area a couple of minutes after your intended appointment time, apologising beforehand to the receptionist but not without saving a bantering side eye for your boyfriend. you barely sit yourselves down before the piercer, a mid-twenties lady clad in all black with arms scattered in tattoos, calls your name, prompting the both of you to stand up and make yourselves known.

she introduces herself as clara and invites you and jude over to the small setup of sofas by her station, the large piercing chair looming opposite them. it reminds jude of the chair they make you sit in at the dentist, its size and seclusion bringing that spiky feeling of anxiety right back into the column of his spine.

"so, who's the braver one out of the two of you?" clara beams, eyeing the way jude shrinks himself into the couch and how you raise your hand, mirroring her smile.

"that would definitely be me," you announce as jude pouts on the side, refusing to believe that you've teamed up with the piercer to bully him now.

"alright then, my love. hop onto the chair and we'll get you done in no time."

you truly are done in no time, now inspecting your new nose piercing in the mirror that clara holds up for you. you're thankful that you went with the fourteen-karat gold when asked to choose between that and a plain black stud, the colour shimmering against your skin tone so nicely that you forgive the momentary pain it caused as the needle punctured the skin of your nostril.

however, for jude, it's the only thing that's sticking in his mind. the way you were wincing as clara pushed the tool through, the gritting of your teeth and the subsequent welling-up of your eyes are all warning signs for him to pull out of this whole ordeal, run out the door and never look back, jude, y/n will forgive you.

"what say you, my friend?" clara now turns to your boyfriend, who wishes that the cushions would swallow him up but his eyes force themselves to look at you, your own ones lighting up in amusement — eyebrows raised as if to ask if he dares to accept this challenge.

"you still up for it, babe? you really don't have to if you don't want to, y'know?" to an unsuspecting stranger, your words would be saccharine and supportive but jude knows this is actually your way of saying are you really going to run away from this, you coward? the narrowing of your eyes may look inquisitive to others but they hold an impish tone of accusation for jude.

however, with his head held high, he returns a look of defiance straight into your eyes, as if he's replying with a watch me boss this, sweetheart.

"of course i'm still up for it, love," he answers, getting up from the sofa and attempting to mask the shakiness of his voice from not speaking for a while (something completely alien to the boy; god, he really is nervous). "wouldn't want all the attention on you when we step out together, y'know, wanna give the people something fresh, something new."

you vacate the chair with a laugh, hands splayed out and gesturing towards it, a slight bend in your stand, almost bowing down. "your throne, my liege."

jude rolls his eyes in hilarity, situating himself in the chair as you swap places with him, now in the company of the bright fabric of the couch and cushions. clara sets out the array of jewellery in front of him, informing him about the differences between and benefits of each one before jude settles on the option of the prettiest silver studs he's seen — the colour and the shine of them almost reflect in a twinkle of his eyes and he's now besotted. once the studs are laid out for clara to work with, she goes on to prep the piercing tools on the counter to the side of jude, her being out of view causing that familiar prickling feeling to run through his veins again. all he can do is set his sights on you, trying to claw some comfort back into his mind while his brows furrow in increasing worry.

you can't help but instantly run to his left side, your heart not being able to bear any inkling of pain or discomfort on your lover's face.

"hey, scaredy-cat," you speak softly, going to grip his hand in yours, and leaving a small peck of your lips on it, thumb rubbing soothing circles on his heated skin as clara gives a knowing giggle before she assures jude that he has absolutely nothing to worry about and that the great choice in jewellery he's made will surely not go to waste. she makes a joke about how he might get a sticker for being a good boy and it serves as a brief distraction as she lines the needle with jude's right earlobe, the boy grimacing as the sharpness hits him for a second.

and that's all it is. a flash of a second, another on the other ear, your hand still in his, and it's all done. the feeling of relief and achievement is like no other for jude.

"there we go, my lovely," clara concludes, putting her supposed instruments of torture down and holding the mirror up to jude's face, prompting him to check out how everything looks. "what do we think?"

he's beyond ecstatic with how he looks in his new earrings, the silver glistening in the light against the brown of his skin, the size of the studs just perfect for him. he looks to you for approval, though; he wants to hear all the praise from you.

"you look amazing, jude!" you're smiling ear-to-ear, eyes lit up in sheer admiration at how hot your boyfriend looks right now. well, he's always been hot but this? this is a whole new level that you're glad you've unlocked. "you were amazing, too. how was it? did it hurt as bad as you were thinking?"

he replies with a bashful shake of his head, smiling at his prior silliness over something that lasted seconds not even worth counting on his fingers.

"no, not at all," jude admits. "feel a bit stupid now, though, i was panicking over nothing." he lets out a genuine laugh at himself and you join in, not forgetting to let him know how proud you are of him and how you're going to be dragging him from shop to shop to pick out new earrings for when his piercings heal. jude thinks to himself that he won't need dragging around now; he'll happily lead the way to picking out new stuff, experimenting with colours and shapes.

once clara gives you two the rundown on piercing aftercare 101 and her contact details should any of you run into any problems, she sends you on your way with a goodie bag of saline solution and sweets.

hand in hand, you walk out of the shop with jude, chattering on about when the next awards ceremony that the two of you are invited to could be and what sort of outfit you might wear and how you would co-ordinate clothes and jewellery.

the pair of you stop in front of an café, you asking jude if he's up for a coffee before you start your earring-hunting adventure.

"yes, please," jude responds, hand enclasping yours in the most loving way before he drops his next line aided by a grin that is the epitome of shit-eating. "besides, you owe me a tenner after all the crying you did in there."

#right! now i've upset myself by writing this & realising i’ll never get to have piercedbf!jude in my life 👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽#my first fluff tho !!! i hope it was ok for everyone :)#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x gn!reader #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x male reader #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fluff

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 11 months

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during shin and omi's wedding reception wakasa and benkei get absolutely wasted (with the supervision of akane who can hold her liquor) and they go up to the mic even though they've already done their speeches and they start talking about random stories about/featuring the newly wedded couple as well as wakasa profusely apologising to omi abt things that i cannot specify at this current point in time due to spoilers

mind you they're like slowly evolving to wailing crying sobbing screaming from slurred speech and akane is just standing there recording everything and laughing her ass off while shin and omi laugh and blush in embarrassment

wakasa: YOU KNow back in seniorrr high, shin and omi didn't tell us they were dating until a few months after they had started- BUT ME AND KEIZO KNEW YOU KNOW, WE'RE FUCKING SMART AS SHIT RIGGHHT BEN???????!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??

benkei: YEAH- FUCK YEAH. THEY THOUGHT THEY HID THOSE HICKEYS WELL BuT NO!!!

shin: those shitheads are so done when they're sober.

omi: *laughing his ass off in embarrassment*

but seriously, shin and omi's whole wedding experience was chaotic and beautiful

and speaking more of the reception here are some other people who got the chance to make speeches (there were quite a few):

the inui's individually made speeches with akane talking about what it was like managing and working with them in their time in the black dragons, and ofc seishu talking about the couple as his role models and ofc, sharing the story of his lecture to shinichiro

omi's siblings, senju and haruchiyo gave their speeches together and srsly, you could see takeomi's eyes welling up with tears just seeing them standing next to each other (since this was a public free event and literally none of the akashi siblings use their last name except for omi)

the sano kids did speeches as well individually with izana talking about how shin will always be someone he can rely on, mikey talking about how shin will never fail to impress him, and emma talking about how shin is the best older brother in the world (much to mikey and izana's demise)

draken who would do a quick one talking about how fun it is to work with both of them as a roadie of brahman

and ofc takemichi voicing a similar speech to draken

im so omi averse im sorry

but ill never be over drunk benkei and im mad giggling over the slurred speeches I need senju to film it on her phone like "teach is gonna love seeing this on the gym tvs monday"

#talk to chu #buddyboo band au #once again sorry dex #curious abt those apologies thoooo #monocle emoji

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lillybean730 · 2 years

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tell us more about the duality of kiwei. the public needs to know.

ok forewarning i may start rambling in this bc i have put a lot of thought into this guy and 90% isn't written down anywhere

ok came back to add a cut im so sorry for the unfiltered illness below im not going to edit it this is pure stream of consciousness

right so! for starters kiwei is for the most part very chill. a nice person, kind to children, helps old ladies cross the street etc etc. they also have so much goddamn grief and rage boiling inside begging for an outlet before they snap. (yes i do like the drk quest line how can you tell?)

they weren't always like that though, after the banquet and *especially* after haurchefaunt and ysayles deaths is really when this started building. see kiwei really gets stuck on the anger part of the stages of grief, and really doesn't start letting go until after they get compared to zenos. kiwei was really gunning to kill him after the massacre at the reach and hearing abt all the devastation he caused, and when zenos said "you want to rip my throat out huh buddy?" he was right. and that terrified and disgusted them. and getting called his friend? even worse

while all this turmoil was boiling within though, they really kept a vice grip on what did make them happy, namely their friends. alphinaud by that point was basically their little brother and alisaie was quickly joining the "honorary little sibling club", so they really tried to keep the mask from slipping to prevent those two from worrying. at this point they weren't all that close to the other scions actually, especially compared to how they become one big family by the end. anyway they also continued to be quite kind to strangers in an attempt to feel normal again, to try and find the joy of helping they got at the beginning of their travels. mixed results but hey they tried.

by shadowbringers the rage has died down a bit and mostly they're just tired. they feel like a living weapon and it doesn't help that many treat them like one too. when trying to sneak off to the tempest alone they genuinely didn't expect the scions to come with, given the inherent risk of standing next to a ticking time bomb. the events in the tempest are a huge turning point for kiweis emotional state. the kindness becomes less forced, friendships become deeper, and they (god forbid) occasionally express emotions to others outside of hitting things.

by endwalker theyre a lot calmer but that fear of doing harm just by the nature of being the warrior of light and being an impulsive person is really cranked up after the body snatching incident. and boy were they glad to finally kill zenos, he threatened their new family (and new happiness) for the last time.

basically, having this sort of impulse to hit people when they piss em off, the strength to kill gods, a deep desire to not hurt anyone, and the blood of hundreds on their hands makes for a contradictory sort of character

wow that became a stupid long discussion of their emotions let's talk design. kiwei is made of sharp lines and round curves. most of the spiky bits are "added" features let's say? sharp claws, scruffy hair, their facial tattoos, whatever weapon they have, and their little fang earrings. more basic features are round. their nose and face are round, and they prefer to wear soft fabrics instead of armor. there's a few outliers, scars in general to me are neither round nor sharp but that's up to personal views in design so i figured id mention it, and their little fangs bc kibby kat

even then there are softer sides to most spiky bits, their hair has braids (a tradition in their old family and honestly i will talk more abt that in a sec) and the claws also actually hold family meaning ok quick tangent

basically: the guy got disowned for "betraying the family by becoming an adventurer instead of the next matriarch". despite that, they still uphold a lot of family traditions. the braids are something their siblings did growing up, the bone carved jewelry is a family tradition (which im not talking abt here bc this is long enough im so sorry), and the sharp claws.

now: the timeline of claws works like this

ages 1-17ish: normal nails

(for women) ~17-before firstborn: allowed to grow out claws as a sign of being able to fight for oneself

after firstborn: cut those claws bc you might scratch ur baby

men do whatever you aren't there grow em out cut em who give a shit

so in the culture being an adult is signified by claws, but it's also a sign of immaturity. being an adult with nails means a position of authority and care over your family. it's sort of accepted that the mother's dont need to rely on claws to protect their kids.

how this applies to kiwei is up until shb kiwei had claws, but after some incidents where reaching out to touch someone (esp on the face) caused them to flinch they used their background in arcanima to help. they have painted sigils on their nails that project the image of claws without them actually being physical. by adjusting the flow of aether they can either become corporeal or disappear entirely. this occupies a weird space of maturity and immaturity, violence and comfort

a duality in other words

tldr: the cat is a little beast who is trying so hard to be kind despite the world seeming to be trying to make them a violent monster. kindness in the face of your own anger

honestly that tldr is all you need and im not sure i articulated this right

#god this is too long im so sorry i wrote all this no one is reading all that #anon opened some floodgates i suppose lol #my ocs #sure id like to find this again someday probably #tbh kiwei started as a joke character based on a cat i used to know #bc i didn't want to put a load of effort into a game i didn't know I'd stick with #not even my cat

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aro-aizawa · 4 years

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why is it that simple objects that aren’t spoken about much can bring back so many memories?

why when i remember kaledoscopes being a thing, i remember how fascinated i was with them for years but only in spaces of a few days every few months when i was reminded of them.

when i think of playground parachutes and remember with such intensitity how gleefully excited every single child in my p.e. class got because the parachute was so much fun but it was barely EVER brought out.

when i’m reminded that those small plastic cartons or juice exist i remember how EVERYONE reminded me that you were less likely to squash the drink if you flipped it upside down and stabbed through the plastic, so that it was less likely to fall over since the top was flat whereas the bottom wasn’t.

how rainbow drops exist outside of school fairs and discos, jelly and cream given out as a dessert at kids parties while you anxiously waited for the food to be over so you could go back to playing, the vague memory of a route i used to travel in the car to an exciting destination but now that i’m older i can’t remember how to travel it. remembering tamagotchis exist and remembering the exact time when taking a test in year 4 when one gave a warning dying bleep and exactly seven other people opened their trays to make sure that wasn’t theirs and/or to turn the sound off. remembering portable cd players and remembering the time i got one for my birthday and spent a whole two hour car ride to the zoo listening to the abba album on repeat while zoning out because my brother and dad hated abba. getting reminded about a story that has not seen rebooting and remembering the time my mum took my brother and i out to see the theatre production of it.

the fact that thinking of any of these things can lead to any number of very specific memories that you would never have thought of otherwise. they make me long to find even a scrap of familiarity so i can slip back into memories.

i want to hold that cd player in my hands and see how small it really is in adult hands, i want to go back to my primary school and pull open the drawer with my customised label on it, i want to go back to the indoor play area that i’d scamper around in and get lost so often in their it became a recurring setting in all my dreams as a child, i want to go back to my school at night as i helped my mum set up the food and drinks stall while the rest of the pta set up the disco, feeling the surreal experience of looking backstage of a theatre.

i want to revisit these memories in real times, hold proof of them in my hands to reassure myself that yes those events did happen. that those events shaped the person i am now, even if i don’t constantly think of them. they’re apart of me and though the longing for childhood will never leave me, there are some ways experience that echo of time again.

#shut up danni #this is just me being poetic abt how much i just wanna like.....wander places i used to hang out in as a kid a lot #going on an internal memory lane but that soft play area is ANNOYING ME bc i cannot for the life of me remember what it was called #or where it was located but it featured in my dreams so often it’s just....apart of me #i remember going to a party party there once but i must have been like 5 or smth bc it was before my brother could play w me often #me before going into the childhood memory rabbithole: oh ye i don’t remember much abt my childhood except holidays #me two memories deep: and then this happened when i was 5 and this when i was 7 and don’t forget when this started age 9 through 11 #i think one of the best things abt my childhood was my mum being on the pta so i helped a lot w events and stuff #one of my fave things was that at my school faire me and my mum ran this stall where we sold geodes and stuff #so for like a week leading up to it i’d be excused from classes for like an hour at a time #and me and my best friend would go around like ‘hey you can buy these at the faire next week’ and we’d interrupt classes and stuff #oh god i just remembered my english teacher in year 5 played this game w midget gems where you’d guess if he was holding less or more #than five in his hands and if you were right he’d give you what he was holding and you got to play again until you got it wrong #even if you got it wrong at first you still got some midget gems you just couldn’t play again #he used to do this like EVERYTIME you saw him so catching him walking around during breaktime was v good #i think i once saw a girl called lydia win like 7 rounds in a row and they only stopped bc he ran out of midget gems #he was a v popular teacher lmaoo #..........i could be wrong but i have a v vague memory that ppl called him....mr dodie???#but that wasn’t his name it was just a nickname #jesus this is what i get for trying to remember smth from 13 years ago #god im just remembering all these events my primary school held and i just 😭#would it be weird if i just showed up and asked to help even tho i have no relatives attending now or—#i mean i wouldn’t but man i wish i could #my primary school was so so good #lol also remembered in the last week of school everyone would go to next years’ classroom to get used to them #but people in year 6 couldn’t do that so they just stuck them in the year 1 classrooms where the chairs were way too small #and we watched so so many movies #also we had sex education in that classroom but i got so cripplingly embarrassed i went and hid in the bathroom for the entire time #im looking through my primary school’s website of ppl on staff and im getting fucking WILD nostalgia #for how many teacher still teach there lmaoo

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || THANK YOU FOR STAYING

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of blood, mention of injury, mention of death and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 18 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.6k

↳ request : AAAA YOUR FINALLY OPENN <3 um so for starters i was thinking abt the same scenario for the s/o, where the s/o was megumi’s gf. team tokyo was seeing your *dead* body lying on the ground, not knowing that your actually trying to use the reverse technique slowly. megumi felt he failed at protecting you, when you’re actually still alive but reviving. eventually he came to you, crying, and just kept saying “please dont leave me” “i cant afford to loose anything” “please”. IM SORRY IF ITS TOO SPECIFIC 😭😭 i really want some fluff+angst rn LMAOO. thankyou!! <33

↳ barista’s notes : hello hello hello ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ i had to remove a tiny bit of your request because it is a spoiler for non jujutsu kaisen manga readers ʕᴥ·　ʔ and don’t worry if you think you’re being too specific, i will try my best to make the perfect cup of coffee for you ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ but other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and you’re welcome back anytime!

“Y/N, wake up please”

However, no matter how desperate he sounded nor how loud he was. You were non-responsive.

The grass below your body was struggling to soak up all the blood that had been spilt from your unknown wound caused by the special grade curse that you were fighting against.

No one knew how the curse was able to get into the premises of the battlefield of the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, let alone how it managed to get anywhere near Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. However, right now, all Fushiguro knew was that you were in critical condition as you continued to stay silent to his pleas.

“This ain’t some joke Y/N, wake up!” Fushiguro shouted in agony as he lifted your body into his arms, searching for any source of warmth from you that he was desperate to hold. Yet, you were just stone cold.

Frantic, Fushiguro began to search around your body to see if he could find the injury that was the final blow that you took, but there was no visible presence of one leading to the shikigami sorcerer’s anxiety to heighten as he began to wonder what really happened to you. What could have the special curse did that causes you to fall into a coma? A coma right? You were just in a coma? You weren’t dead? You couldn’t be dead?

“Megumi, she’s….Y/N is..” Maki began to stutter, afraid of the junior’s reaction to what she would have to announce as she began to reach out to him, leading Fushiguro to turn to look at her with tears welled up in his eyes which led Maki to look at him with widened eyes.

Never once she ever saw the green-eyed sorcerer have a single tear in his eyes as well as the rest of the sorcerers behind her as they stared at the situation that was happening right in front of them. On the other hand, they weren’t really surprised at the fact that you were the one that brought those same tears into his precious eyes.

You were the first person to ever make them see Fushiguro smile.

Itadori remembered it as clear as day. It was when he had first met you at Harajuku around the same time when he first met Kugisaki. To his surprise that day, you weren’t the new student that they were meeting but rather a current student at the school he newly attended, it was just that you weren’t the one chosen to collect Sukuna’s finger at Sendai that day due to you having a mission of your own.

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“So, you’re the infamous student that ate Sukuna’s finger?” you commented, as you walked towards the two students who were waiting in front of the station Gojo has told you to meet everyone at - but to no shock or surprise from you, the said teacher was not there to greet you.

“Oh? Are you the new student we are waiting for?” Itaodori kindly asked, as he took another bite out of his ice popsicle leading to your boyfriend, who was standing next to the salmon-haired boy, to have a say in the newly started conversation.

“No, this is L/N Y/N, she’s a first-year student like us, she enrolled at the same time as me,” Fushiguro informed the boy leading you to kindly smile at him while holding up a peace sign to seem more friendly.

“I’m Itadori Yuji, I’m from Sendai,” Itadori greeted you as he pointed at himself, causing you to nod your head before asking both the boys where your extremely tall teacher was, only for them to shrug at you indicating they had no idea on where Gojo was at all.

‘He probably is buying snacks or something ha?’

“Now it ain’t just the two of us ha Megumi?” you playfully asked your boyfriend as you poked his cheek, leading him to send you a side glance only for a giggle to be your response. Although it was a small interaction, Itadori was able to instantly pick up on something that confused him slightly.

“L/N, why did you call Fushiguro by his first name and not his family one?” Itadori asked in curiosity as he wondered how you were really friendly with the usually grumpy sorcerer. Turning to look at your new classmate, you smiled at him and quickly answered by saying, “no reason really, he just allowed me to since we’re really good friends,”.

Knowing Fushiguro, you knew he probably didn’t want to reveal the fact that you and him were in a relationship to Itadori too early into his newfound friendship with him, so you decided that it was the best for now to tell your new classmate that you two were really good friends.

On the other hand, what you didn’t see was how Fushiguro was looking at you. The shikigami user really appreciated the fact that you weren’t the type to tell the whole world about the both of you since he was a person that thought that not everyone needed to know if he was in a relationship or not leading to a small smile to dawn his face with a hint of adoration in his eyes as he stared at you.

Which was caught by the sights of Itadori Yuji.

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However in his sights right now was not the same expression Fushiguro had that day. But how he wished it was. All Itadori could see right now was fear, desperation and regret in Fushiguro’s emerald eyes as he was holding onto your body like he was gripping the small amount of life that you could possibly have left in your body.

“Please don’t leave me,” Fushiguro muttered in a brittle tone, as he gently shook you, not giving up on the fact that you could have a chance of waking up. Not giving up the chance that he gets to see your beautiful eyes. Not giving up the chance that he gets to see your bright smile. Not giving up on the chance that he gets to see you alive.

“I’m sorry for not protecting you, please just wake up, I can’t lose you too,” Fushiguro begged as sorrowful tears began to lightly hit your cheeks with his throat slowly closing up leading to a slight struggle in breathing. Fushiguro slowly and regrettably came to the realisation that you were now gone, leading to a river of guilt that uncontrollably began to flow down to which caused the grade two sorcerer let out a pained scream as his friends from behind looked at the scene with a broken heart.

Gripping on to your body, Fushiguro held your body against his chest and his face was hidden in the crook of your head wanting to hold you for one last time before you were fully taken away from him.

“Hey….Mimi”

Now he was hallucinating. Fushiguro was now hearing your voice as if you were calling out to him. He couldn’t help but fully accept that fact that you were dead and there was no chance you could possibly be calling out his nickname that he hated so much but was so desperate to hear again if he could.

Suddenly to his shock, Fushiguro felt a light but tight grip on his school jacket leading him to slowly pull away with widening eyes to a hand on his jacket causing him to look up to notice your eyes slowly begin to open, showcasing the coloured orbs that the shikigami user was so desperate to see.

“Mimi….it’s really hard to….concentrate using reverse curse energy….when you’re tightly gripping on to me,” you slowly commented with a small smile on your face, to which then you slowly began to sit up only to fall back into his arms due to exhaustion of using a magnitude of your curse energy to heal the injury that the special curse managed to wound you with.

“Y/N!” everyone shouted, as they crouched down to have a clear view of what they were seeing. To their complete astonishment, you were fully awake with a smile on your face leading everyone’s hearts to fill with joy as they were relieved that you were here right in front of them alive and well.

Kugisaki couldn’t help but instantly let tears of complete joy flow down her cheeks as she launched herself on top of you, tightly hugging you close to her releasing all the agonising tension that she was holding in the second she saw your once lifeless body in Fushiguro’s arms.

Gently lifting up one of your arms to Kugisaki’s body to comfort her, you slowly turned your head to stare up at the pair of emerald eyes that were looking at you with such relief and radiance, leading to your other hand that was previously gripping his jacket to then be placed on his cheek as you used your thumb to caress it to help him slowly come back to reality.

To be honest, you could tell he needed it right now. At the beginning of the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki were utterly dumbfounded at the fact that Itadori was alive and well after 2 months of assuming that he was dead after Sukuna ripped out his heart and now you somehow you ‘came back alive’ after sustaining a serious injury of your neck being slashed - you knew seeing two people being revived was not what you saw every day.

“I’m sorry for scaring you like that,” you whispered to Fushiguro as you lightly brushed the remaining tears he had on his cheek leading to the stoic sorcerer to softly place his forehead against yours as he began to savour the warmth that he thought he had lost.

“Thank you,’ Fushiguro muttered as he closed his eye tightly, holding in the new coming tears that were threatening to flow down leading to your hand that was on his cheek to be now placed on the back of his neck as your fingers began to caress his hair to help calm him down even further.

“Thank you for staying”

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