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luvring · 7 months

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ASTROLOGY BOT

1.2k words, just timeskip akaashi overthinking and crushing on gn!reader. LOL

akaashi has always considered himself ‘on the fence’ when it comes to superstitions and signs from the universe.

he might say ghosts aren’t real, but never goes near a supposedly haunted site just in case. he’ll ignore videos titled “for you” if he can’t relate, say it must have been a sign only after something goes wrong, and never acts on them even if he knows he has to.

but he can’t deny that he thinks about it throughout the day when it’s something he hopes is true—that maybe he’s tried out a few filters and trends to see if you, his crush of way too long, were his soulmate.

it’s bokuto this time, though, that sends him a sign.

a tweet, really.

an astrology bot on twitter that tweeted 17 minutes ago— “sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.”

AKAASHI!!!

i told you!!!

i turned their post notifications on to see if they’d say anything funny again and LOOK!!!!

keiji watches his friend’s texts come in through as notifications, eyes mostly fixed on the tweet, re-reading it over and over.

it’s a minute before he texts back.

it’s just a bot bokuto

it doesn’t actually mean anything

but bokuto is typing replies in mere seconds,

awwwww come on :((

remember when they were like

be careful virgo they don’t have the best intentions >:(

and IT WAS ABOUT ME ALMOST GETTING SCAMMED!! THEY STOPPED A SCAM!!! O____O

whats the worst thing that could happen???

i mean.. well…at least the worst thing that could happen ISNT u losing a bunch of money T_____T

imagine if u lost hundreds of dollars bc u confessed ;——; scary…

keiji breathes out a laugh.

i won’t lose hundreds of dollars but it’d haunt me for the rest of my life like every other embarrassing thing that’s ever happened and u know that

but thank you

i’ll think about telling them

he’s vaguely aware of bokuto sending another text with his name in all caps before he turns off his phone. it lands somewhere beside him on his comforter, and he takes off his glasses if only to run his hands down his face.

there’s a feeling he gets, akin to both butterflies and a 10 meter drop, when one of these bots decides to let his imagination get away from him.

for a few minutes keiji lets himself think it might be true, and that you think about going on dates with him the same way he does with you.

the latest idea he had was taking you to a new board game cafe that had opened nearby. he had skipped then swiped back up to its ad—a perfect spot for couples looking to spice up a regular cafe date!

he hadn’t closed his curtains properly that night, and the moon lit up his room while he stared at the ceiling. would you be competitive? would you rather play a co-op game?

would you see him sipping on his drink, and ask to have a taste?

he thought about how he might accidentally have some foam above his lip, and how you’d softly laugh before tapping above your own to signal his appearance. he cringed at the possible humiliation of looking silly in front of you, but it went away with the foam you’d gently swipe with your thumb, or maybe even hold his face to kiss away instead. you’d tease him and say it was as sweet as him.

but it’s nonsensical.

as far as keiji knows, whoever runs the account is using a random generator to pick a sign and bullshitting every tweet in their drafts.

it’s almost always only a sentence anyway.

but does that mean it’s a sign that this one was two?

keiji forces himself to stop thinking and takes a deep breath, letting the warmth hit his palms still covering his face. silence washes over him, and he lets his ears focus on the traffic outside, and the sound of the washing machine running a couple of rooms away.

but then he thinks about you. and he scrunches his eyes shut and groans, hands moving to grip his hair before he rolls over onto his stomach.

there’s a thud as his phone hits the ground while he pulls the blanket to cover his head.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.

not just tell them you like them, as if it was a shove to be courageous for once, but they like you, too.

did you like him, too?

was he good enough for you to like him?

did you hate him?

was he going to trust an astrology bot as uninformed about your feelings as he was?

maybe more importantly, was he going to let a bot dictate whether he finally confesses to you after almost a year of pining? a year based on the fact that one day you held the elevator door open for him with a smile and already knew what floor he needed?

(you had noticed him as the new employee, though he didn’t notice you while busy getting used to his job. he made sure to note the fact you got off the floor above him so he could press the button for you next time.)

and keiji doesn’t really believe in signs or the supernatural. he doesn’t want to let himself, because if he does then there’s probably a ghost in that shut-down building on his way to work, he’s gotten himself twenty years of bad luck, and he’s big enough of a coward that the universe decided to take it upon itself to tell him that itself.

but he’s hiding under his blanket when the absurdity of it all hits him—the anxiety and what-ifs and pretending he didn’t know you liked going for lunch a little earlier than him, and that he didn’t plan his break to say hello—and he feels like he’s sixteen again.

and maybe if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to feel other than being rejected, he thinks it’s being sixteen again.

so he jolts up.

and somewhere, in the back of his mind, keiji wonders if the universe jolted up with him, excited to see where this goes.

adrenaline working, he reaches for his glasses and fumbles to put them on with one hand while the other feels the floor to find his phone. the bright screen makes him squint, and the notification of bokuto’s “AKAASHIII :((” welcomes him before anything else.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you too.

the tweet seems to be engraving itself into his mind as his shaky fingers hold his phone, and he taps your icon.

he skims the last text you had sent,

thanks keiji!! i’ll see u tomorrow then :) and remember we get off early!

it's a little embarrassing how his chest tightens at you his name and a smiley face. but he goes to type one himself, spending a second to mentally tell the astrology account they’re changing lives, but nothing more or else he thinks he might throw up—

btw if you’re free, did you want to grab food after work? there’s a cafe i wanted to check out with you :)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #hmm.... going 2 make a ramble post 4 this

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Yk how college reader has something for a fictional character??? what if Vox find a photo album full of them or fanfics??? Just imagine the are reading some fic and they go to the next page and Vox texts them something like 'wait go back i wasn't finished' just to mess with them.

Also take your time writing!! the series is amazing so fair!! :D

I would think that Vox did something like that sometime during or after "TikTok Trending, Posts and Memes" he'd be the type to definitely hold Reader accountable for all the cringe that was their 5 year old simpy Fanfiction and fanart folder. He did after all sort through reader's files so he knows it's there. Vox isn't one to spy over what you do since he's busy doing other things but because he has a monitor permanently reflecting your phone, pc/laptop and tablet- Vox inadvertently remains aware of the things you do within your day to day. So you could be reading an old fanfic or just Fanfiction in general and if it's actually good he'd just shoot you a message like: "Wait wait, I'm not done go back." And whether or not you freak out or curse the silly TV man to kingdom come for embarrassing you he'd just laugh and continue doing it.

He totally doesn't imagine himself as that Fictional Character that you're fawning on, no, no sir- he's above that.

He does store some of the plot points in your Fanfiction for reference towards date ideas though, for whom specifically he'd never tell.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series #ask #this dork #Tv man being a dummy #what is that #Vox with a meticulous pinup board of date ideas to win over Reader #a smoothie

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is-the-fire-real · 2 months

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Whither the pro-Pals a year from now?

I feel that "fandom as politics" most adequately covers the behavior of pro-Palestinians on Tumblr, and being an Old Hand At Fandom, this gives me some impressions on what the future holds. I know this is a matter of great concern for those of us on Tumblr who are their favorite targets.

My estimates are not scientific, and are based on experience in seeing the rise and fall of many fandoms. I am not psychic and make no guarantees.

The Old Guard: The smallest contingent of pro-Palestinian activists will be permanently, irrevocably radicalized by propaganda, and they will not go back. Truthfully, there is nowhere for them to go. They have burned all of their online goodwill invested in this fandom, and as the rest fall away, they will rage at their own allies, burning those bridges as well. These people are just as hateful and insufferable IRL as they are online, so they will know nobody who isn't also pro-Pal. They will remain behind in the fandom. When it later repopularizes as Tumblr rediscovers the fandom due to future content being released in the form of another war, the Old Guard will snark and brag about how they carried the torch while everybody else abandoned the fandom of The Great Cause. The Old Guard will constitute the BNFs of the pro-Pal fandom and their closest friends, at most 10% of the current fandom.

The Fond Recollectors: A lack of new, shiny, emotionally-evocative content for the pro-Pal fandom will drop it, the same as how many fandom members abandon a fandom once it is cancelled or after endless delays for new material. These folks will not think of their time in the pro-Pal fandom as wasted. They will look back on this time of trauma, war, and upheaval as one of the most exhilarating and joyful times of their lives. They will generally act as though they weren't part of the fandom, but when they find people who used to be in the fandom, it will be like finding somebody who shares a fandom you used to adore. They will whisper, with smirking conspiratorialism, of how one time they got a Jewish--uh, Zionist--person to deactivate their Tumblr account. They will confess among one another how many times they sent "kys" messages to Zionists, and giggle. It will be like ex-Johnlockers lol'ing among themselves about having stalked the actors IRL. If the fandom gets new content in the form of a war, then the Fond Recollectors will rejoin with glee. They will accept the Old Guard's hostility ("Where were you all this time?") as their just punishment. Otherwise, Fond Recollectors will be mid-grade antisemitic in whatever new political or media fandoms they join. They will constitute roughly 30% of the current pro-Pal fandom, and will mostly be composed of folks who post extremely prolifically but are not currently BNFs.

The Shamefaced Ex-Fans: Whether we like it or not, most folks get caught up in a fandom cycle due to hype from friends and socmed pressure. This creates a peak of interest which is followed by burnout. A person in this category engaged constantly and thoughtlessly with pro-Palestinian fandom content for hours every day, yet never engaged with purpose or by creating transformative works. Once the fandom fails to produce enough new content, they will look around, dazed, and wonder what the hell they even liked about it in the first place. Now out of the hype cycle, Ex-Fans will be able to look more critically at their behavior. They will not recognize their Jew-hate, but they will recognize the silliness of a lot of their behavior. "Gosh, I can't believe I thought reblogging on Tumblr would end a war" will take the place of phrases like "... would make that ship become canon" in their lexicon. They will look back at this time with embarrassment; again, not because they understand the harm they have done, but because they understand it's "cringe" to care about stuff that's not pluperfect and doesn't achieve the stated goal. They will be the least apparently-antisemitic and the most likely to make friends with Jewish people online, because they will change their names and will not admit what they were doing during the Hamas/Israel war. If the pro-Pal fandom gets new content in the future--again, in the form of a new war--the Ex-Fans will primarily fall silent. They will be overwhelmed by shame (not guilt, and not responsibility). They will not rejoin unless dragged into it, but they will not speak out to support Jewish people. They will constitute roughly 60% of the current fandom.

These are bleak estimates, because a newly revitalized pro-Pal fandom will not need the Shamefaced Ex-Fans. The core of the fandom, the Old Guard and the Fond Recollectors, will do what all passionate cores of fandoms do in these situations: recruit. And while most of these recruits are destined to become Ex-Fans in the far future, many will join the other two categories, being partially or permanently radicalized into a movement of antisemitism.

In a sense, what we are seeing is what Tumblr would have been like if Moffat had said "Johnlock will never be canon, and it's all because of the Jews".

#jumblr #antisemitism #antisemitism on tumblr #leftist antisemitism #politics as fandom #not intended as an ironclad prediction of the future #based on my own meandering experience #is-the-fire-real original #feeling cute may panic and delete later

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laalaaliaa · 1 year

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Hey!!

Can I pls rq a batfam x batsis were she gets her phone taken away so she logs onto her ao3 account on the TV when she thought nobody was home

Just some hc abt how they'd react (and maybe some Damian too, pls)

Ao3

just some hc’s about how they react

batfam x batsis!reader

proofread?: no

thanks for the request, i meant to get to the others, but i fell asleep, enjoy <3

So you got in trouble, whether it be in school, on patrol, or in general, so Bruce takes away your phone for the first time ever

At first you’re fine, you’ve suffered worse, so much so, you tell it to Bruce’s face

“I don’t need my phone, I’m doing just fine”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Then he keeps it for the next three days, that’s when you’re really suffering

You’re moping around the house, at school, in public, practically anywhere you’re at

Until you start sucking up to Bruce like crazy, in hopes you get your phone privileges back

You’re practically sucking up to him 24/7, especially before patrol when he’s giving THAT speech

“Tim, you were sloppy last night.”

“Yeah, very sloppy.”

“Enough.”

“Alright.”

And eventually when Bruce tells you that you still can get your phone back, you’re pretty pissed, you went out of your way to agree with this man—get a load of this guy!

So now you’re here, on the couch, alone, mad and frustrated as you stare at the blank tv screen, your reflection staring right back

Nobody’s home, it’s just you, and the beautiful TV right in front of you

So you decide to do possibly one of the stupidest things you could ever do, and you grab the remote, prompting the cursor to awaken and you guide it towards the internet symbol

Bruce may have taken away your ability to practically live, but he would not take away your ability to read whatever you wanted, about whoever you wanted

You’re on the Ao3 website by the time you can properly think about what you’re doing, and you can’t help but feel giddy, glancing around to make sure nobody was around to see what you were doing

You spend minutes browsing through your bookmarked tab, until eventually you actually click on one

Now you were here, on the couch, leaning forward as much as you could to see whatever it was you were reading

Alfred

Now if Alfred were to catch you, it’d be very, very awkward

Not only would it be awkward but it’d be weird, because as much as he wants to ask, he doesn’t, instead he just stares at you, then the TV, then you

He’s behind you, you just don’t know it, so he’ll leave it like that—you never knowing he was there to witness it in the first place

Bruce

If Bruce catches you, it’s game over, not only because you’re reading whatever it is in the living room, but because you’re grounded and you know better

You’re on the couch whenever he walks in, and he assumes you’re just watching tv, but no��to his surprise you’re reading those things again

He physically shudders before he’s stood behind you in an instant, hand on your shoulder as he watches you slowly turn your head around with a smile

Let’s just say you had a long talk, a really long talk, one where you had to leave halfway through cause it got too embarrassing

And the only question on your mind is—“how does he know what Ao3 is?”

Dick

When Dick catches you, it’s not awkward or embarrassing, but rather weird because instead of making you feel weird about it, he’s smiling at you, rubbing your back as he tells you he “understands”

You’re cringing on the inside, trying your best to keep your smile up as you nod absentmindedly to every word he says

He’s a sweetheart, that’s expected

But hearing him say you’re fantasies are well justified is not expected

Safe to say you’re never gonna read Ao3 in the living room again, the confrontation was too embarrassing

Barbra

She has no words, and you don’t either

You just stare at each other, unable to comprehend the fact that you’d been caught, and that she caught you reading Ao3 on the TV

It isn’t until she tells you that she wanted to hangout that you finally snap out of whatever trance you’re in

You agree, but only if she never tells anyone about what you were doing—she agrees, quicker than you thought she would

You were both awkward while hanging out until she eventually told you to get over it, and that it’s normal

Jason

He’s bursting out into laughter immediately

Full on hunched over laughing, slapping his knee, the whole gist

You’re scowling, closing out Ao3, all while this dude is STILL laughing

You’re not embarrassed anymore that you got caught, but rather annoyed that he’s full on laughing at you

You tell him not to tell anyone and he says “no promises”

He even gives you a look, a look reminding you that he caught you on Ao3 on the family tv in the living room

It’s safe to say he won’t tell anyone, but he will always, and I mean, always remind you of what you’ve done

Stephanie

When she catches you, she’s full on gasping, not out of shock, but out of happiness

She’s hopping over the couch, sitting beside you as she asks about what you’re reading, who it’s about, and much more

You’re pretty much bonding over the fact that she caught you on Ao3, and you’re not ashamed

When you ask her not to tell anyone, she’s pretty much holding pinkies with you, and it’s safe to say the two of you have a secret that you both gladly divulge in

Tim

He’s pretty shocked, he gasps out loud, dropping whatever he has in his hands, and ultimately scares you in the process

He’s pointing at you, and the tv, and going on a full rant about how awkward it is for him to catch you reading on Ao3, he even reveals he already caught Stephanie on there, making you chuckle

You’re laughing, but he’s not, he’s just collecting his things while dramatically revealing how traumatized he is by this, groaning loudly, even pretending to slip and drop his things once more for an even more dramatic effect

But then he’ll literally forget two days later and you never have to worry about whether or not he’ll tell anyone

Cassandra

She’s silent, so silent you don’t even hear her sitting beside you until you lean back, catching a glimpse of her in your peripherals

You don’t scream, no you’re just shocked, you hope she doesn’t know what it is, and you hope she doesn’t tell anyone

But you know Cassie, she’d never reveal you like that, so you go as far as giving her the remote and explaining what it all is

She’s just sitting there listening to you, remote in hand as she does nothing, so you take it from her and ask if she’s gonna tell on you

She shakes her head “no” and you’re practically hugging the girl to death

Damian

He’s judging you 100 percent, going on and on about how Bruce would be disappointed in you and your antics

Even when you’re logged off the tv, walking towards your bedroom, he’s still going off on you

Right before dinner you promise to give him your dessert if he shuts his fat mouth, and he somewhat agrees

Once dessert comes out, you don’t even gotta look at him, you’re sliding him your plate, watching him devour it with a mischievous grin

He’s definitely gonna hold that against you for the rest of your life

#dc imagine #dc comics #batfam x you #batfam imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #bruce wayne x reader

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diluclover300 · 2 months

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Just One Week (1)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 1: I H8 U

...

Ha. Ha. You roll your eyes, arms crossed before they unfold again. The elevator opens and you're back at the lobby of the building again. Ha. Ha.

You hate this place. Normal was so ordinary. So predictable. So boring. Blah!

Whatever, whatever, whatever. You just want to go home already. It's been a long day at work.

You walk, as the general population does, because even though you're special, and so different, you're human before any of that bull crap. Genetically, you're a programmed sheep. Mentally, you stick out like a sore thumb.

And you walk with the help of wired earbuds, ones that you grabbed at the nearest department store. You understand why people can't leave the house without these babies. They're so convenient, a socially accepted escape from the real world.

Selfishly, as it should be, you're listening to the same sickly sweet, syrupy-lyric filled song. Generic, yet so stupid catchy that even a zombie would dumbly mumble it in its sleep. With it's unintelligible voice, muddy and groggy as it lowly moans the melody. Like pure mush, frothing with spit.

Love. Love. Love. A boyband, the popular one you've loved since highschool, is singing about what sells— sex. Oh, baby. I want you. I love you. Give me all of you. Kiss me until I can't breath, wrap me with your heat.

You understand the gist of it, don't you? Because you certainly do.

Bouncy, your steps are, almost preppy that you feel like everyone else. You suppose that's fine for now. You're forcibly, undeniably put into a swarm of people. People that will always be like you. Vise versa. It's the way of life.

Same old.

Beep. Your lanyard scans across the kind of thing you'd see in a new-york subway. Too bad you're across the globe in Japan, in some remote town, so you don't live miles away from the famous–or was it infamous– you don't know, times square. Boring.

You suck in a hefty amount of hair, and it's humiliating when you push the door that so politely–and obviously— asks to be pulled. Wow. You turn back to confirm that no one has just seen you do that. But you're suddenly biting back another heap of cringe mixed with embarrassment when you realize that someone behind you blankly stares at you. Probably to hurry up so that they could get out too.

"Oops." You laugh, but they don't. "Sorry about–"

"Are you going to open that door?"

"Oh, uh, yes. I am."

Right. You pull the handle of the door that you've touched thousands of times.

The breeze hits you and as physics do, your hair whips across your face, sprawling over your dry, cracked lips. You push on, steps now long strides. You're fighting with the wind and it's terrible.

Welp. That was life. Mother nature wasn't, never was, kind to you.

Another idiotic event, another "let's make a fool out of Y/N" moment. You fold your arms underneath the crevice of your chest, that white button up so thin you're sure that you've developed hypothermia in the last few minutes you've been walking.

Another sigh. Then you realize it looks hopeless, and stupid. Then you wipe your cheek, holding your lips together and realize that looks equally awkward. Damn.

Incident after incident. Mistake after mistake. Everything feels like a math equation, and it's all adding up to make you look a fool.

At least nothing too terrible happened today.

Then, as if it was clockwork, an ominous feeling began to settle in the depths of your heart. As if your instincts were telling you to run.

You don't. Your hopes of a normal day, your suspicions of having a great day are so terribly...

Wrong. You look up and see the face that you don't want to see. The face that looks back at you like a mirror, the face who's lips turn up into a slight smile. The face who's glasses tip down his rather long, yet socially accepted nose. The face who's eyes are freakishly blue, who's eyes would receive the predictable comparison– "Hey, your eyes look just like the sky."

This can't be real.

This can't be happening.

Maybe today wasn't destined to be a good day, but there was no way in hell, no way that things could go this south.

A bad day was when you got in trouble during work, when someone's kid spilled your burning hot coffee all over your new white clothes. Bad was when...

Bad was when Gojo Satoru wasn't here.

Terrible was when he was.

"Hi." He holds his hand up, palm open, fingers spread into a wave. "It's been a while."

Your chest tightens, air contracting the thing like a damn accordion. He's definitely a fair distance from you, standing beneath the trees, far from the stairs leading up to the building behind you both. Traffic bustles a couple more feet away, and that same song, on repeat, buzzes in your ear like a mosquito.

Love. You seem to feel everything but that at the sight of his face.

"Gojo." The breeze slaps against your skin, stinging as it leaves it's harsh marks. Your fingers travel down to the hems of your skirt, and you fidget with the cloth.

You're anxious, not as you envisioned the hundreds of other times you mulled over this sort of situation. Instead of holding your head up high, you're cowering, heart wrenching, the lines you so carefully wrote, seared into your mind escaping your tongue.

"Gojo?" Ha. Ha. Real funny, you think as he mocks you.

It makes you angry. Why did he, how did he have, how was he not– where was his shame? After five years? Did he just realize you were gone after all this time?

You don't want to ask, but you do.

"Why are you–"

"What happened to Satoru? Don't be so formal. It's only been five years."

"The name disgusts me."

You're silent as he steps forward, a bouquet of flowers tucked underneath his armpit. He's decked out in all black, not that you care, or that it's any different from how he was a few years back. If anything, he's the exact same. Unchanged.

It makes your blood boil.

"Ah. Look at you. You've changed."

He chides, crouching down as if he's trying to taunt a child. You bite back the strange croak in your throat.

"Your turn. What about me? Say something."

No. Please. "Don't do this to me."

His lips, as if pulled by a set of strings, ghost a smile. Those eyes exposed, bare through those glasses as they reflect the pathetic image of you. Your expression which tries to hard to look expressionless. The scrunch of your eyebrows as you look down at him.

No, he's looking down on you. Even though it should be the opposite.

"You look the same." It's robotic, the usual cadence of your voice he so remembers void of emotion.

It's true. He does.

"Oh? You're cold. So cold." He tilts his head, a strand of hair falling in between his eyes as he gives you a slight pout.

And, you? You're not the same as you were before.

"I know." You step back. "People tell me that all the time."

You feel so... so...

Was pathetic the right word? It didn't even do the situation justice.

Wow. Honestly, you never wanted to admit this, but you've always imagined this sort of thing happening. A reunion, to put it simply and you'd always imagine such witty responses, such great comebacks.

However, you're no different from everyone else. Not underneath the umbrella of fear. However, you're not even shielded from those raindrops of confrontation.

You're soaked. The umbrella's defective. You can't bring yourself to say the words you practiced, to put an end to the tortuous fire in your heart.

Because as much as you want to hear those answers, you're afraid of the void that lies beneath them.

"Is that something to brag about these days?" He straightens up, the plastic lining of the bouquet crinkling.

You shrug as answer, but your eyes stick onto the floor like a piece of gum. They've rolled out of their sockets, breeze guiding them along the concrete.

Satoru whistles for a moment, eyes careful as they study your figure.

A white button up shirt, tucked into a pencil skirt, glasses that usually wouldn't suit you because you were the contact lens type, flats because he could never imagine you walking down a flight of stairs in heels.

Though you've fallen to the inevitable concept of change, you're still...

Oh. He's forgot to mention that you've been listening to music this whole time. It's noticeable now. Partly because you're wearing wired headphones, and partly because he can hear the faintest bit of singing coming from your direction.

"Whatcha listening to?"

You peek up, and for the first time in years, he's properly– no, you're making eye contact with him.

"It's the new XXX song. Do you remember when I..."

What the hell?

He never tried to stop you back then.

Why would he remember a single thing about you?

"Nevermind." You look away, and he swears he sees the faintest film of water pooling against your eyes. "You wouldn't know."

Yeah. You're the same as ever.

"Oh. You still like that group?"

You nod, and he swears he can see the faint image of you from highschool. Nodding along to the sound of your mp3 player, busted around the corners as it rests on the edge of your desk, threatening to fall. And when it did, he'd usually catch it before pulling out your earbuds.

Then you'd grumble at him, call him a "bastard" or a "piece of shit". And he'd laugh, loud enough that people would turn their heads.

Weird. A wave of nostalgia hits him.

"Ha." The thought of it makes him snicker. God. He was such an asshole. "Haha."

Look at how the tables turned. It's painful that you're so rough around the edges now. You're barely smiling, and now there's an offended look trespassing your lips and eyes.

You're angry again. So angry that the image of your smile is trampled on, dirtied by a frown.

It's like throwing away a perfectly good slice of cake.

Satoru decides he hates it. The look of it is sickening, the thought of it is unappetizing, the existence of it is...

"What are you–"

"Come back to Jujutsu High and help me teach."

As he expects, and the revelation behind it frustrates him, you've gone completely unresponsive. What he's realized is that you're just existing through your life.

You've been wasting time. And now you're just going to ignore him. No matter how right he is.

"Y/N. Can you hear me?"

You don't answer for a long while, slowly ripping out each earbud as you stuff it into the pocket of your shirt. The question, the request is... it's...

Disgustingly selfish. Did he only think for himself? Did he only care for himself?

Of course he did. Of course he did.

He's Gojo Satoru.

"Why did you come here? Go home."

"For you. Come back and be a Jujutsu sorcerer again–" He doesn't waste a singular second, as if he was reading off a script to some terrible horror movie.

You feel sick.

"No." You spit out. "You don't know what I want, you can't tell me what to do either."

You want to laugh, you can't believe all this bullshit.

You can't believe that after all the trouble you went through to fit in, you're going back to square one. Like a baby trying to learn how to walk all over again.

All the trouble you went through to convince yourself that you were still special despite being so, despite living so normally now.

All the trouble you went through to ignore those cursed spirits.

All those sacrifices you made, those risks you took.

You can't believe that it's all going down the drain like this, like your struggles are the water to someone else's shower.

Could you be easily discarded like that? Like trash?

Wrong. Incorrect. Wrong. Nothing could be more... wrong.

No, you're different. Important. Nothing like trash. Incomparable. If there was a mold, you'd break it. If there was an expectation, you'd exceed it. If there was...

If there was...

There's nothing because he... he's...

Gojo Satoru is stepping on your sob story like it's a piece of gum, smearing it with the sole of his shoe.

He tries to intervene with your peace, picking apart at your facade, your play-pretend act of tranquility.

"I know what you want–"

You don't even give him the chance to finish.

"It's been five years."

He knows. You don't have to remind him that it's been that long.

"So?"

"You don't know a thing about me, Gojo."

"I do." He steps forward. "And what do those people back there know about you?" Then he points back at your workplace.

You grimace, aware that what you're about to say is an obvious, a bitter lie. He knows it too, but you say it anyway.

"They know a lot about me." You bite back, desperately trying to save face. "So much more than you do."

When you force that out, it dawns on you. The fact that you have to lie about something so insignificant to prove that you're doing just fine to some asshole you haven't seen in five years.

"Like what? Your favorite member in that stupid boyband?"

"They're not stupid! Okay? They're– They're...!" You stumble over your words, voice coming out louder than you anticipate.

Damn it. Now everyone around you is staring like a bunch of sheep, the same kind back at work, relishing in an argument– no, a conversation – that they had no rightful part in.

"They don't know anything about you, do they?" He whispers, a pitiful expression on his face when he sees how worked up you've gotten. "Be honest with me then. What do you want?"

"Honest? You want me to be honest?"

"Well, yes. I'd like that."

"Fine then. I want to fight you right now because I hate you."

"Sure."

"You make me sick."

"Okay."

"I want to–"

"I already said okay."

...

#fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #eventual smut #eventual romance #romance #angst #drama #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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floral-force · 1 year

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Strategies in Flirtation

Captain Rex/CT-7567 x GN!Reader

summary: When you take a risk and join your friends for a night out, a handsome stranger sets his eyes on you. You boldly approach him and ask him what war tactics he has in his arsenal. Flirting and innuendo ensue.

words: 1.9k+

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY/NO MINORS, (drunken) flirting, 79's, innuendo, rex is a suave man, subtle praise kink

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Going to 79’s was not your thing. Going out to cantinas and bars in general just wasn’t your thing.

Yet here you were, sipping some fruity concoction, surrounded by the friends who’d convinced you to leave your small apartment.

“It’s a small place!” One of them had said. “You’ll like it!”

You’d huffed and acquiesced to their plea with a roll of your eyes. They gave you a wink, telling you they’d be back in the evening with a couple others to hold you accountable. This could be an excuse to “let loose” like everyone said you should. Not that their opinions meant anything to you. You were who you were—dedicated, hard-working, reserved—and that was that.

You’d opened your small closet and dug through your drawers. Maybe it was finally time to wear that outfit you’d been saving for an outing that you’d never follow through on going to; the one that highlighted your assets and made you feel confident and sexy. You weren’t the type to go out spontaneously, but if you were going to, you were going in style.

The cantina was packed full of troopers and officers, booming with music and conversation. Before you could protest, they’d dragged you to the bar and had you throwing back a spotchka shot. The sharp, blue alcohol sent a bitter shiver down your spine, making you grimace as you slammed the shot glass down on the bar top twice. Your friends’ cheers echoed in your mind and made you feel a little less anxious.

It had taken you three drinks to relax, and two more to get loud and chatty. Your friend had just made a joke and you were doubled over, cackling and guffawing.

When you straightened up, you locked eyes with a man across the room. You immediately got the feeling that he’d been staring at you before you had noticed him. His dark amber eyes bore a hole into you, making you clutch the drink in your hand as embarrassed heat rushed to your cheeks. What stuck out to you most was his buzzed, bleach-blond hair, a stark contrast against his cool, tawny brown skin and drastically different to the short black hair of the others around him.

You watched his fellow troopers chat around him and prayed to the Force that he’d focus back on them. Instead, he gave you a cheeky smirk, his brown eyebrows raised and eyes crinkling. You turned around and gulped down the rest of your drink, giving the bartender credits for another.

The friend next to you was an officer; they were the one who’d brought up 79’s. You tugged on their sleeve, and they leaned in close, nodding their head.

“Um, Alex? Who’s that blond trooper over there?” You subtly jerked your head back and groaned when they snapped their head around to steal a glance.

They gasped and turned back to you. You startled when they bumped your arm with a pale fist illuminated by the electric blue bar top. They could barely hold back their laughter as you took a sip of your drink.

“What, Alex?” You groaned, setting your half-empty cup down.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got the hots for him.”

You waved your hands to urge them to elaborate. They took a drink and rolled their eyes. “Captain Rex!” When you remained silent, they scoffed. “Captain of the 501st? War hero?”

“Can’t say I’ve heard of him.”

They shook their head. “You live under a rock, I swear.” They flagged down the bartender and paid for two shots of spotchka, passing one to you. “Here, to blissful ignorance!”

You couldn’t help but laugh and raise your glass with them, both of you cringing as you swallowed the burning alcohol. Your other friends joined in on the fun, buying shots to drink together. More spotchka flowed down your throat, the tang lessened this time.

Two shots of spotchka, another fruity drink, and a giggled dare among your friends later, you were sidling over to where Captain Rex leaned against a wall. He was watching his mates arm wrestle at the table a meter or two in front of him, but when he lifted his drink to his mouth, his gaze landed on you. You were too drunk to care about the way his eyes burnt through you and seared your chest. Quite the opposite—it fueled your confidence and tunneled your vision on him.

Finally, you were in front of him, heart suddenly racing. The condensation from the drink in your left hand was the only thing reminding you that you were in a bar, anchoring you to the setting and crowd. A smile teased the corner of his mouth and his eyes settled on yours.

You bit your lip and smiled coyly. “You know, it’s impolite to stare someone down and not buy them a drink first.”

He shrugged, broad shoulders lifting and lowering. “Didn’t want to assume things,” he stated coolly.

“I could feel you staring me down since I got here.”

You took a few steps closer, taking a slow sip from your drink. You came to lean against the wall at his right side and tried not to look too long at the muscled arm hidden under a black sleeve. Rex abandoned his drink on the empty table on his left, then turned to face you, a smirk once again painting his face.

“And what if I was?” he asked, leaning in close to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “I’d say I don’t mind it.”

“You ‘don’t mind it,’ or you enjoy it?” Rex questioned, his low voice coating you in sweet syrup. His eyes ran up and down your body, drinking you in with a thirst not quenched by his drink. “Because those are two different things, love.”

“I enjoy it,” you breathed.

His sultry pet name caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected a captain to be so damn flirtatious. Alex had made it sound like he was no-nonsense, all about his job. They failed to mention he was an incredibly smooth man.

He smiled and pinched your chin, chuckling at the way your lips parted. “I knew it.”

You nearly whined when Rex dropped his hand, already needing more contact from him. He got even closer to you, only a few inches away from you. It was maddening how close he was, but how far away at the same time; you were a civ, he was a captain. You knew nothing about the Grand Army of the Republic and the 501st, but you knew ranks and titles, and it wasn’t lost on you that he was someone incredibly important. Despite your drunkenness, that difference weighed heavily on you, made you doubt yourself and the way he was toying with you.

But was he toying with you? Were you just target practice? The idea of only being a test subject for him crossed your drunken mind, weighing you down with doubt. As you looked into his rich amber eyes, his pupils wide, you realized you didn’t care if you were. You’d spend all night listening to sweet nothings his saccharine tongue whispered in your ear. As long as he remained this close to you, you wouldn’t mind letting Rex play with you.

“Are you testing a new war strategy on me, captain?” you teased, boldly running a finger up and down his muscled bicep.

“Hm,” he hummed. “Could very well be the case.”

“Wanna test a few more out on me?”

Your brashness and sly smile nearly threw him off, but the man didn’t falter. No, he outdid you entirely. Rex’s hand grabbed your waist and pulled you forward, his body dangerously close to yours. An electric shock spread through your veins and made you speechless, looking at him through your lashes. The smug smile was wiped off your face and replaced by parted lips. Rex scrutinized your face, his eyes filled with something sweet and sultry.

“I think you’re the perfect subject, love,” he purred.

You hummed your approval and closed your hand around his arm. This time, it was you that eyed him up and down, taking in the way his tight black shirt hugged every inch of his torso. Though his tight black cargo pants hid what his legs looked like, you were certain that there were muscled, cool brown legs underneath them. Kriff, you wanted to run your hands along every part of him, savor every sharp edge and soft curve.

Rex easily picked up on your lingering gaze and stroked up and down your side. When his large hand brushed over your rib cage and down to your hip, exploring your curves further, you jumped. You simpered at him, loving the attention he was giving you—no, lusting after it.

“I hope you’ll still feel that way when you aren’t drunk.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Oh, love, I definitely will.” You raised your eyebrow and he smiled. “I’ve only had one drink tonight.”

Your eyes widened. “Shit, really?”

“I don’t like my brothers seeing me drunk,” he shrugged.

“So, if I give you my number, you’ll definitely give me a call, right?”

Rex raised his hand and stroked your cheek. He chuckled at your whimper and nodded. “I’ll go to bed thinking about you and coming up with new battle strategies,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “And I’ll wake up ready to test them on you.”

Your eyes closed and you let out a quiet moan at the thought. Rex’s calloused palm was warm against your already burning cheek. Whether it was from the alcohol or the arousal coursing through your veins, you didn’t know. But, when you opened your eyes and saw the hunger in his, his pupils blown and brow set, you got your answer.

You nodded enthusiastically, then gathered yourself and groaned when you realized you didn’t have anything on you to write your number down. He seemed to notice your predicament, and he pulled back to pull a small datapad out of his pocket, opening it up and giving it to you. The blank contact page hit your eyes and flooded your face with soft blue light.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Rex purred. You entered in your information, fingers tapping furiously. He took the datapad back and said your name a few times, and you were positive it had never sounded sweeter than it had in this moment.

“I can’t wait to hear you say it in the morning,” you whimpered. When you realized you’d said an inner thought out loud, you clapped a hand over your mouth, burning up as Rex laughed.

“Oh, trust me, love,” he whispered, leaning in close, lips brushing your ear. “I’ll be saying it tonight too, even though you won’t be with me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, the lewd suggestion landing another punch to your gut and sending heat throughout your body yet again. “I love the sound of that.”

“I expect to hear you say mine tomorrow as well,” he purred. “And that’s an order.”

Rex pulled back, enough to stare into your eyes. You could feel the lust and want radiating off him and colliding with yours, both of you leaning in and nearly brushing lips.

“Yes sir,” you mumbled, closing the gap at the same time as him.

Though the kiss was quick and chaste, you’d never forget the way it burnt your lips and sent tremors throughout your body. His lips were softer than you’d expected them to be, plush and inviting. For a moment, you’d forgotten where you were, but the drink in your hand pulled you back down. Rex pulled back and laughed lowly. You shared it, stroking his arm.

“That’s a good soldier,” he whispered. “I’ll expect that obedience when I’m in your bed.”

“Keep praising me and you’ll get that and more.”

He nodded and ran a thumb across your cheek. “I plan on it.”

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uriekukistan · 1 month

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qs + haise MOST EMBARASSING SECRET >:3

thank you for the ask!! i tried to include the younger qs, but i don't write for them super often so 🧍

i see saiko being a pretty open book and oversharing a lot, but then her "embarrassing secret" is something very...normal. like she'll give a detailed account of her spicy ramen induced explosive diarrhea, but won't admit that she needs her baby blanket to sleep at age 20 (me too its okay queen)

urie is completely the opposite, he shares absolutely nothing about himself ever. he's definitely done things that have made him cringe that he'll never tell anyone ever, but the real secret he's embarrassed about is that he cares. no matter if he acts like he doesn't, he cares about all of the qs a great deal, but showing that scares/embarrasses him.

not really a secret, but higemaru is the type of guy to be really clumsy and then pretend that nothing happened or that he meant to do it the whole time. (hsiao: did u just fall down the stairs hige: me? no, i wanted to see what it would be like if we had a slide in the house hsiao: ...sure)

shirazu is also a bit like saiko in that he's not really ashamed of a lot..."i am cringe but i am free type" personality. his embarrassing secret is that he's afraid of the dark. he likes to appear more tough, but he literally freezes up in the dark. he has a little alien night light but he tells everyone its just a decoration because he likes space.

mutsuki, aside from the obvious secrets, is the type to be embarrassed by literally anything and everything. stomach growls in a meeting? he hopes the ground will swallow him. his "embarrassing" secret is probably also something pretty normal, like a "guilty pleasure" musician or something

haise's embarrassing secret is that he has a tendency to forget that he can't eat human food, so he tries the food as he's cooking. gags and spits it out in the trash. gets exposed at a ccg cocktail party/work event when he accidentally eats an appetizer

hsiao is embarrassed that she tends to be anxious a lot. probably stems from her time in the sunlit garden and having a lot of expectations on her. she keeps a really cool and collected demeanor to hide this, but she's often losing sleep and biting her nails over her worries.

aura is embarrassed that he's a big softie when it comes to like. animals, babies, generally cute things. he's very shy and likes to keep a more "professional" image, so the last thing he wants is someone to see is him baby talking a stray cat or the collection of cute plushies he keeps hidden in his room.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #urie kuki #saiko yonebayashi #tooru mutsuki #quinx squad #ginshi shirazu

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puckgoss · 5 days

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bruins wags created this account bruinsbetterhalves

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LOL i'm so embarrassed for them... "charity initiatives" sure jan...!

and trying to rebrand themselves as "better halves" is so cringe, like i know wags are trying to do that in general bc they don't like the "wag" term but like u sit at home doing nothing all day, are okay with ur guy cheating on u constantly... what about that makes u "better" than the elite athlete that provides entertainment to millions of ppl? get over urselves ladies

wag lists are here - keep an eye out for more additions!

#ask!#nhl wags

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strawberryraviegutz · 1 year

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Ok, I’m gonna be real with you guys. When it comes to simping for a character, I’ve never been nervous/embarrassed about simping for a character until Jack Horner. Usually when I simp for a “tumblr sexyman”or any character in general I know that there’s gonna be people who say it’s “cringe” and all and or get made fun of, but I usually don’t care and simp to my hearts content and be on my merry way.

But with Jack Horner it’s different. People are being so fucking WEIRD about him. People are legit “terrified”/butthurt over people finding him attractive or about him becoming a tumblr sexyman(fucking hate that term btw. It’s almost always been used to make fun of people for simping for fictional characters they personally don’t find attractive to their standards, and even if a “tumblr sexymen” is conventionally attractive we still get made fun of or picked on so there’s literally no pleasing these people).Even the“tumblr sexyman of the day” account on Twitter doesn’t claim Jack Horner(so much for not supporting cringe culture lmao).

Hell I literally saw a Tumblr post about someone sayingthat they wanna observe Jack Horner simps under a microscope as if we’re damn science experiments, and one other one saying “block me if you find him attractive you’re disgusting” or just people baffled about others finding him hot. And don’t even get me started on those dumb Jack Horner “parody accounts made for the soul purpose of saying bigoted shit using the character(that being the transphobic and racist Jack Horner “parody” accounts on Twitter).

Now I sorta do have an oc I wanna ship with him. She’s still a work in progress and I might base her off of Swan Lake. But seeing the way people are behaving online Idk if I should. I don’t want people my commenting on my shit being like, “lmao get a grip he would never do that!” Or “dude he’d never actually love you if anything he’d actually *insert bigoted behavior here*”, or overall getting attacked in general. I’m legit terrified.

This is Also the reason why I was so hesitant about simping for him in the first place. Why are people so adamant about attacking people online for finding certain characters attractive, we’re not doing anything wrong like please just LEAVE US ALONE. What do you guys think I should do? I could use some encouragement and or advice on what to do.

#puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #jack horner #big jack horner

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souryogurt64 · 3 months

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im giving him the benefit of the doubt and say he just followed them for their more generic meme posting, which they have on the surface level, he has the tendency of following very broad generic accounts anyways so i wouldn’t be surprise he is one to just follow whatever the for you page feeds him, @ pr team please keep his instagram in check

i just think it would be really weird like you said since fob has all been for gay rights and for pete to genuinely turn into a homophobe would be super weird especially since like for example i just saw a video from some months ago during tourdust of him during saturday accepting someone’s pride flag given to him😭 i just think he’s an old man who should have better internet awareness, but he still deserves to get yelled at for it

Yeah i feel like thats the case as well, i feel like this is a small percentage of the posts that account makes

I also feel like his management doesn't really control his social media usage because he posts about all the mushrooms he does and also one time a few years ago he posted a weird video that was very clearly from some kind of episode he was having

Also I have like a million messages debating this and it's getting blown way out of proportion, I just think seeing the wildly offensive memes about women Pete Wentz thinks are funny gives me the ick. i just dont want to look at his shitty memes, i think theyre cringe and embarrassing and pathetic

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bottombatch · 24 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

thanks for the tag @optiwashere!

If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged! But here is one more for the road: @collegeoflore

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Apparently I have 20? That's news to me lol. I would have guessed like 10 to 12. I've used this AO3 account for a while, I guess.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

62,119 words, according to the statistics.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, only Baldur's Gate 3. Before that I was writing lightcanon for League of Legends.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. And They Were Roommates

2. To Muzzle a Gith

3. Misfit and Nomad

4. I Thought About You

5. Workouts in a Winter Hellscape

Damn. Some of these are callbacks.. Not too surprised, though. These either have popular ships or popular fandoms. LoL lightcanon in 1, 3, and 4 make sense to me, even if I'm embarrassed by the writing in them. Continually shocked by To Muzzle a Gith. I guess Shadowzel is that popular? I don't know. I have so little desire to write for them again and the writing in it makes me cringe, tbh. Same with #5 LMAO. You couldn't pay me enough to reread the fics I wrote in highschool.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, always! Well. If someone comments on something really old I might not? But only because im scared they'll ask me to update it lmao. But in general, yes! I love talking and hearing what people liked!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If I'm including the 20 QOTD Challenge fic (and i am because this is my post), I'd have to give it to Nerves, ch19 of that challenge. I mean, its a flashback scene about killing a childhood friend (and maybe lover) for a crumb of an uncaring goddess' attention.

It's pretty much the only piece of angst I've written that doesn't have some overtone of hope to it. I'm hoping to work it into my act 1 rewrite because I like it so much.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To me, its Savoring Seconds from the challenge. It's bittersweet but after everything those two have been through... It's the happiest I can envision them ever being. Maybe that's just my bias tho :P

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? Do most people get hate on fics? I haven't had anything of the sort. Hard to imagine what that would even be like..

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. Outside of To Muzzle a Gith, I think I write pretty tame stuff? More emotional than anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

A Common Song was really the only crossover, but even then.. it was really just a League of Legends fic with a cyberpunk2077 au. It had some good ideas tho.. maybe I'll return to it some day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I've noticed?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've helped with brainstorming before but that's really all.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This.. is tough. I change fandoms too often for something like this 😭 If I had to pick a bg3 ship... Laz/Karlach. Is it cheating to say my OC ship? Probably. But fuck you, its MY post. I've cried multiple times on the bus just thinking about these two, no one else had quite the strangle hold on me. (I was thinking abt Karlach's funeral btw).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Common Song. I was cooking on some of those ideas but I was FAR too ambitious lmao

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm... Not totally sure, to be honest. Its hard to read your own stuff and see what's uniquely strong. If you have any thoughts, please let me know!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't think my writing has much rhythm to it. I'd like to work on that. Also my grammar is shoddy at best. English classes were always my lowest grades :,)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

For fantasy languages I think it's fun! It can add a lot of depth and creates a lot of insight to a characters culture. Dabbling with Drowic for example was a lot of fun.

But like, a real language? Naw. I don't know any other languages so unless it was a phrase I knew a character said in canon.. I wouldn't want to risk a shoddy google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uh. It was either Invader Zim, Mass Effect, or SAO? I'm not totally sure. This would have predated AO3, when I was in middle school or something. I've tried to find those fics but I think they're genuinely lost.

Probably for the best lol.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Currently, it is Snowfall. Once I post it, I think it'll be the act 1 rewrite.

#fanfic writer q #tag game #doing this on my phone was a HUGE pain in the ass #i might go back and hyperlink the fics later if i remember

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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 years

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Hi!!!! I just want to say I am so freaking excited for this account. If it's possible and you have the time AND energy, could you send some Slytherin! Drarry fics my way? Preferably not too long, but please don't feel limited

Hello! Your holds have arrived!

I'm glad you're excited for The Library, and hope that you've been enjoying it! I've had several asks for Slytherin Harry and Gryffindor Draco, so I've combined them into this House Swap list.

Enjoy!

House Swap

Slytherin Harry

Dueling Club Revelations by @therunawaypen-blog (589 words, rated G)

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Draco demanded, looking at Harry for answer.

The bespectacled boy looked shocked and confused, “Tell you what?”

Draco rolled his eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a Parselmouth?”

We Can't Be Friends by @satans-trainee (677 words, rated G)

Harry ignores Draco, his best friend and Draco wants to find out why.

Slytherin Pride by sepherim_ml (704 words, rated T)

Slytherin's reputation has never been so low. Harry is not impressed. At all.

Tea, perhaps? by GayWithFlowers and Saladita12 (770 words, rated G)

Lily Potter liked to think of herself as a sensible, open-minded woman, So, when her darling Harry had come home for the winter holidays during his first year at Hogwarts, Lily had accepted him in all his Slytherin glory. However, when he had proudly announced that Draco Malfoy was his best friend and had excitedly told her about an invitation to the Manor for a playdate, she, admittedly, had to stop herself from cringing.

you're nervous (nervous that I'm right) by quiescents (1,200 words, rated T)

Meeting Sirius Black is, apparently, one of the few things Draco will admit to being scared of.

Subtle by @serikkun (1,371 words, rated T)

Daphne gives the worst advice and Harry tries to be subtle over his crush on his best friend.

A Pointy, Posh Grindylow by @stargazing-enby (1,567 words, rated M)

“Why don’t we duel, Malfoy? Just you and me, tonight, in the Room of Requirement.”

A Mother's Love by @lostinfantasies38 (1,990 words, rated T)

Narcissa sees the path her son's friendship with the Boy Who Lived is headed and she will do anything to secure his happiness — even tell her husband to shut up and face facts. She's not weak-willed when it comes to guarding her young dragon and the boy who makes him happy.

How to Produce a Patronus by IvyCpher (2,289 words, rated G)

Draco gave a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. This was the fourth week the D.A. had been going over patronuses and everyone even Longbottom had perfected it. His hands felt hot and sweaty and his chest felt tight with anger. Why couldn't he do it?

you're my home by quiescents (2,888 words, rated T)

Sometimes when you meet someone, you just know that they're going to change your life forever. A chance encounter in a robe shop was one of these times.

They were Once Young by @acupforslytherin (6,391 words, rated T)

During the summer holiday, Harry and Draco were finally meeting each other’s parents. After Harry’s failed attempt to woo the Malfoys, Draco braced himself for another disaster at Godric’s Hollow. Little did he know, he was in for a delightful French dinner, two generations of embarrassing Potters, and a story of how young James and Lily got together.

Slytherin Harry and The Sorcerer's Stone by @inkdrinkershadowsinger (35,214 words, rated G)

A rewrite of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, featuring a Slytherin Harry Potter, a sassy Millicent Bulstrode, a brave Neville Longbottom, classic Hermione Granger, Blaise "Yes, my left elbow is cuter than your whole face" Zabini, Draco Malfoy, and all the original characters.

Gryffindor Draco

Chasing Peacocks by @gnarf (477 words, rated G)

When Harry ranted one too many times about fancying Draco, Sirius took the matter into his own paws.

Goddamn Right You Should Be Scared of Me by Lily_Hawkins (1,448 words, rated T)

Draco Malfoy was placed in Gryffindor, first year. During the Summer before sixth year, something terrible happens. Something terrifying.

Lead the Way by @shelvesuponshelves (5,063 words, rated T)

Harry smirked behind Draco and continued walking around him. “I heard some interesting information and I think it would be in your best interest to—“ Harry was paused by Draco’s other side now and he leaned in to whisper in Draco’s ear, quiet enough so Hermione and Pansy couldn’t hear. “Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight.”

Abundant Generosity by @serikkun (5,442 words, rated G)

It's the end of their first year at Hogwarts and everyone's ready to go home - everyone except Draco and he has to quickly make arrangements for summer and the next term.

burned off the tapestry by @fencesandfrogs (8,025 words, rated T)

Draco, age 11, does not understand the concept of destiny. Draco, age 17, chooses to reject it.

The Joys of Being a Gryffindor by AwfulGoodness (13,934 words, not rated)

This couldn't happen.

"This is for the best." The hat said, voice unusually grave, "I think it must be-"

No, no, no, no. "Please!"

"- Gryffindor!"

Year One by @ohohpierre (18,437 words, rated T)

What if Draco was sorted into Gryffindor? A retelling of Harry Potter with one major detail changed.

Earthbound Spook by cest_what (57,550 words, rated T)

Two months after Draco Malfoy was reported dead, Harry and Ron found him tangled in Strangler Ivy on the grounds of Hogwarts.

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batterdoodle · 10 months

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So um. Hi. Thats a LOT of followers so I wanted to doodle this thing for it, thank you so much for the support!! I want to talk about some things under the cut so feel free to read if you're interested!

So, first things first. I appreciate everyone who's followed me for Spamton posting and other stuff!! Though I also want everyone to know that I post mainly:

Spamton OCs

Spamton

Mario

Pokemon

Just general OC stuff(???)

If you dont like these things then you're free to unfollow! I dont want a bunch of people mass following me for Spamton and then be jumpscared by Spamton OCs.. dvwbtnbbt

This is my doodle account! All of my art eventually goes here, but if you only want to see polished / finished pieces, follow @battermesh !

Also. I get.. kind of nervous when I see a lot of people following me?? So sometimes I just stop posting for a while until things "settle" (mostly bc of social anxiety). I tend to be ok after a while but because of past experiences I just try to chill out and remember that people Choose to follow me. In actuality I can sometimes get pretty embarrassed over my own OCs so I mostly just post fanart on here with the occasional Spamton OC, and rarely other OCs.

Just some other disclaimer things before I forget:

My memory is pretty bad and my motivation is also sometimes equally bad. I love getting asks but I often forget to answer them, and when I do, I have to be in the right headspace to reply to them. I don't intentionally ignore them!

If youre rude / weird to me or my OCs, or sexualize either me or my OCs, I am instantly blocking you. My bar is a bit high for the first two things because sometimes I can't really tell if something is malicious or not, but when its clearly obvious with the intent to hurt, I will not hesitate to block. I mainly block bots / accounts without icons because I can't tell if theyre bots. I also block accounts that just make me generally uncomfortable, including accounts that post fetish content / sexualize stuff. If you sexualize any art I make I will block you no hesitation. My art is not meant for that and it never will be. It will never be for people like that. Im generally okay with jokes but when it gets creepy thats enough for a block.

I'm sorry that this is kind of long but I've been wanting to make a post about this for a while!! I'm genuinely so happy that people like my content, especially things that people could consider "cringe" and "embarrassing", like fan OCs. It always surprises me that people like my characters at all, and it really warms my heart to know that people are just.. allowed to make whatever they want and post whatever they want without worrying about like. Idk. Being put in a cringe compilation on youtube and laughed at. This is why I like Tumblr the most- I don't think I'd ever trust something like Twitter or Instagram enough to put my more personal art there. Tumblr feels like home to me, and I'm genuinely so glad that people here like my stuff. It makes me really happy / comfortable. 🥺🥺

Genuinely thank you all so much

#my ocs #my oc #widow #delete later #maybe. i might keep it up

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