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miniimight · 1 day

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"S'NOT MY BIRTHDAY..." silly girl, thinking you need an occasion in order to be spoiled by them!

with gojo, nanami x fem!reader

notes trying out this writing thing again lol

in previous relationships, you had to deal with the bare minimum. a generic greeting card on valentine's day, a bunch of snacks for your birthday, and a necklace for christmas because 'that's what girls like, right?'

now, with him, it's different. he has no qualms about getting you anything your eyes linger on, no matter the price. he had so much money, he picked things up and swiped his card without so much as a glance at the cost. it baffled you sometimes.

it happened was early on in your relationship. you then quickly learned to just sit back and let him spoil you!!

GOJO

satoru's fingers were laced with yours as he swung your connected arms between you. he inhaled deeply, looking up at the high ceiling of the mall. "today's a good a day as any to throw some cash, don't you think baby?"

you giggle and squeeze his hand. "one or two things should be okay." that's what you budgeted for, anyway.

he rolled his eyes, scolding you for your tiny imagination before allowing you to pull him along to your favorite stores.

it wasn't long before your eyes spotted the store you loved but couldn't afford. your stare was glued to the window display, all the cute tops and pants and bags and shoes and bracelets and...

when he felt your steps slow, satoru glanced at you. you were laser focused on the clothing store—naturally, he sharply turned towards it.

"hey!" you squeaked at the sudden change of direction, and you hurried to match his pace again. "toru??"

"i saw you looking, baby, why didn't you just say you wanted to check it out?" he teased.

you looked over to the side, embarrassed. "i... i don't wanna tempt myself, cus i know i'll gaslight myself into buying something."

he narrowed his eyes, not in scorn but in confusion. "who said you were buying anything?"

"huh?" you chirped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

gojo stared blankly at you. you really were adorable, thinking he wouldn't spend his last dime on whatever you wanted, regardless of how trivial it was. a smile pulled at his lips.

"my sweet girl," he cooed. "my sweet, slow girl..."

you gasped indignantly and poked satoru's side, earning a giggle from him. "slow?!"

"obviously, i'll by whatever you want, silly." he tugged you towards the entrance of the store.

"but..." you resisted his pull. "it's not my birthday or anything..."

huh? he pouted. "as if i need a special reason to get you stuff."

"but..." heat creeped up your neck as you reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of being spoiled. something inside you told you that he was just being nice and was waiting for you to shut him down, save him the expenses. "it's not fair, is it? i didn't get you anything so far..."

his face fell slightly as he pulled you away from the busy traffic of the moving crowds. satoru pulled your chin up to face him. "i dunno what's running through that pretty head of yours, but answer me this, okay?"

you nod.

"you want it?" he gestured towards the store.

you hesitated, eyes straying from his face. he quickly squished your cheeks, causing your eyes to widen and snap to his. "—!"

"don't overthink it, pretty girl, just tell me."

"yesfh." you answer dejectedly, muffled against his hands.

"then you'll have it." he told you. "i want you to have anything and everything you say you want. i wanna buy it for you. and being able to hear you say 'my boyfriend got this for me' is all i need in return." he grinned cheekily.

you pouted, looking unbelievably cute in his eyes. he despises the partners of your past for leading you astray, thinking you needed to do something special in order to be appreciated. don't worry, he'll fix that in no time.

he pecked your pursed lips before hugging you. "okay?"

you giggle. "okay."

"yay!! now let's go!!"

by the end of the day, he had to call ichiji to help carry all the bags to the car. he was so proud of you!

NANAMI

kento was your shadow as you glided through the store, picking up things and setting them down.

"oh, this is so cute!" you squealed holding up a tee for him to see.

he smiled, more because of your excited expression than the t-shirt. "it is. you should get it."

you hummed, in thought. your hands drifted over the material, picking up the tag before inhaling sharply. "nah, another time."

he frowned. you'd done this at every store so far, picking up things you said you liked but leaving them behind. he was bewildered. "but... you like it, do you not?"

you winced, hoping this topic wouldn't come up. "i do! it's just the price. out of my budget, you know?" you said, trying to be light. you burned with discomfort. might as well just say you're poor.

kento frowned. "oh..."

"yeah."

you quickly turned away, avoiding the confused look on his face.

"y/n." he called you.

"...yes?" you glanced behind you, seeing him standing over the shirts.

"are you under the impression that you would be paying?" he asked.

you blinked. "oh?" yes, you were, but you were surprised to learn that he had the opposite understanding. "well... yeah."

he frowned, disappointed with himself. "i'm sorry. i didn't intend to make you feel that way."

you stepped closer, rubbing his arm soothingly. "what are you talking about?" you laughed softly. "you didn't make me feel any kind of way. i'm not upset, if that's what you're getting at. i never expected you to spend your money on me."

his frown only deepened. oh, how he has failed. "why not?"

you faltered. how did you manage to make it worse? "i'm not sure i understand..."

kento shook his head. "have you been thinking you'd be using your own money for purchases? this whole time?"

"um..."

"sweetheart, i'm paying. for everything, at all times." he refused to hear anything else, cutting you off when you opened your mouth to retort. "we'll have to circle back to the stores we previously visited."

it was your turn to frown. "kento, it won't be my birthday for a few months! you don't have to get me anything right now."

"what does your birthday have to do with anything?" he asked, genuinely confused. "i don't mean to interrogate you, my love, but i think i am the one who doesn't understand."

"you'd get me anything i asked for?" you shoot back, spelling it out for him. "for no reason?"

"for one reason," he replied. "simply because you want it. it'd make you happy."

warmth spread across your face. "that's two reasons." you mumbled.

he clicked his tongue, exacerbating your bashfulness when he pulled you into his side. he kissed your forehead. "you make me laugh, y/n. i was so confused as to why you weren't getting anything. surely that's not how you usually shop."

he bought that shirt for you, as well as the many things you thought were cute at all the stores you stepped foot in. now, you shop without any hesitations.

#gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #nanami x reader #kento x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #jjk nanami #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk satoru #jjk kento #jjk x you

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moonstruckme · 14 hours

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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

steve harrington + friends to lovers maybe? definitely feeling lovesick steve rn 😮‍💨

Thanks for requesting lovely mal <3

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 698 words

The movie theater is dark, and yet Steve catches sight of you the second you step inside. His heart does a dumbass little somersault.

“Y/n’s here?” he whispers to Robin, who’s sitting next to him and using her licorice as a straw. On his other side, Eddie’s kicked his feet up on the seat in front of him like a total asshole.

“Oh, yeah.” Robin waves to you, and you spot them, heading over. “I invited her.”

“You didn’t say she was coming.”

Robin gives Steve a sideways glance. It’s tinged with a meaning he refuses to decode. “I didn’t realize I needed to check with you.”

He huffs. You’re climbing the steps, still three rows from reaching them. “Move over by Eddie.”

Robin turns towards him now, eyebrows raising. “You’re not serious.”

“Go!”

“Dingus.” She musses his hair spitefully as she stands, just so he’ll have to fix it, waving over her shoulder at you as you start shimmying down their row.

You wave back, smiling bemusedly as you take her seat beside Steve. “Hey,” you say.

“Hey.” He’s grinning like an idiot, and he can’t seem to stop. He wasn’t expecting to see you today. “Long time, no see.”

You go a bit sheepish, the previews casting a red hue over your features. “Yeah, sorry. Work’s been keeping me busy lately. Three people quit at once, so everyone’s expected to cover until they can hire new ones.”

Steve grimaces. “Yikes.” He has the urge to tell you to quit and let him pay for everything, as if that’s something he can fiscally manage or even remotely normal. “That sucks,” he says instead.

“Yeah, hopefully it’s not for long.” You get comfy, slipping off your shoes and putting your socked feet up on the seat. Your knees lean onto your shared armrest, within a pinkie’s reach of Steve’s hand. “I actually just got off, I didn’t grab anything from concessions because I was worried I’d miss the beginning.”

“Oh, no way.” The movie starts, and he lowers his voice but neither of you turn towards the screen. “Want me to run and grab you something?”

You give him a funny smile. It makes your cupid’s bow flatten out and Steve thinks that if he were to kiss you, he’d start there. “No,” you whisper, “you shouldn’t have to miss anything either.”

“It’s okay,” he promises you. “I don’t even really care if I see this.” He has been looking forward to it ever since he saw the commercial, honestly, but he’s happy to miss it for you.

“I’m fine,” you reply, “but thanks, Steve.”

“At least have some of mine.” Eddie shushes him loudly, and Steve kicks the underside of his knee, making the other boy curse. “I’ve got coke and popcorn, that okay?”

The movie glows blue over your face as you grin, eyes twinkling in the low light. “Classics. But I’m not gonna take your food.”

“I’m not gonna eat it all,” Steve argues. “These are both extra-larges. You think I bought that all for myself?” He absolutely did.

You lean in closer, your knees touching the side of his hand. “You paid for them,” you whisper.

“So?”

“So, I’d feel bad.”

“Then make it up to me.” Steve hopes he doesn’t look as nervous as he feels. He’s never been able to lay on the charm with you like he can with other girls, he doesn’t know why. Or maybe he does. “Come with us back to my place tonight. We’re ordering pizza.”

“So,” you murmur through a smile, “make it up to you by taking more of your food, is what you’re saying.”

“Uh-huh, exactly.” He takes a sip of his coke and then angles the straw in your direction. “Deal?”

You drop your eyes for a second, shaking your head like he’s silly, and Steve knows he’s won even before you meet his gaze again.

“Deal.” You wrap your lips around his straw, sucking in a mouthful before letting go. “You drive a hard bargain, Harrington.”

Steve grins, laying bay in his seat and totally not thinking about how his pinkie is grazing your thigh. “Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”

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houserautha · 2 days

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Oh god.. can we get a Feyd lactation kink blurb..? I’m so sorry

No need to apologize bestie, I LOVE this ask. The heart wants what the heart wants

And it wants Feyd with a lactation kink

I don’t think Feyd is ever embarrassed about his sexual interests, but this one definitely gives him pause. He self-reflects for about half a second before he sits down on the edge of the bed beside you, where you’re nursing your infant. His eyes are not on the pink, wrinkled baby, however.

Once the babe is satisfied and sufficiently milk drunk, you lay him down in his bedside cot and fix Feyd with a knowing look. “What do you want?”

You start to tuck your breasts back into your shirt, but Feyd stops you.

“Does it hurt?” He asks.

“Sometimes,” you tell him, lifting a shoulder. You reach up to massage your right breast, wincing as you do. “He never wants to nurse on this side. It gets…uncomfortable.”

“What do you do then?”

You roll your tongue in your cheek. It does not escape your notice, your husband’s sudden interest in lactation. “I have to express the milk myself, like this.”

You demonstrate for him, maintaining eye contact all the while, fingers firm but gentle on your breast. He watches you intently, gaze darkening as milk forms. You reach for an empty bottle, kept on hand especially for this reason, but once again Feyd stops you.

“Can I try?”

An unexpected heat pools between your legs. Since the birth, you’ve been sorely missing your husband. You nod. Feyd all but climbs into your lap, almost comically eager, and replaces the hand on your breast. His hand is much larger than yours, a detail that doesn’t escape you. He’s uncertain at first, pressing gently. You instruct him in a low tone.

“Here,” you say. His touch is infuriating and, coupled with the full soreness in your breast, you desperately want him to relieve you. Guiding him, you loosen a soft sigh when he finally manages to coax the milk from your ducts, pearly white and nearly translucent as it beads on your nipple.

The sigh turns guttural, though, when he dips his head down and captures your nipple with his mouth. His tongue swipes over the sensitive bud.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

Feyd continues his gentle assuage, mouth working in tandem with his fingers. Your body bows in response to him. Emboldened, he moves closer, lapping more hungrily as he learns how to properly coax the milk in steady spurts. It dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his chin.

It’s worth it, losing the few ounces in order to see him unraveled like this.

It’s not long before the pain in your breast subsides, as well as your milk, and Feyd is leaning back to admire his work. His tongue darts out to capture any residual milk.

You open your mouth to say something — to thank him maybe — but he kisses you before you can utter it. His touch coasts over your exposed breasts, your shoulders. You melt into him. Feyd tears the sheets from your legs to better position himself between them but a commotion beside the bed stills you both.

Your son stirs in his cot, rosebud mouth parting in a tiny mumble. He turns to the side.

“Shh,” you warn your husband.

Feyd smirks at you. His words escape him in bursts as he applies searing kisses to your bare skin. “I-am-going-to-keep-you-like-this-forever.” He tucks you under him, splits your thighs apart to find your cunt weeping with want. “Breasts full with milk and belly full with my children.”

It goes without saying that you do not adhere to the physician’s order to refrain from sex, and no one is the least bit surprised when you find yourself pregnant again so quickly. Feyd is smug with himself, with his good luck, and with his beautiful (full) wife.

A/N: I have not been able to write a lick and then suddenly I get this ask and it awakens something inside of me😂 god bless. This turned more into a little fic then a blurb (also I bottle fed so my apologies if there’s any inaccuracies🍒)

#feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha #lactation kink #fanfic writing #fanfic

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gardnhee · 1 day

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you’ll always love me - L.HS

✧₊⁺. warning(s)- fluff, anstyyy, highschool au, mentions of cheating, proofread, intentional lowercase, cursing - lmk if i missed anything !

✧₊⁺. student!hee x student!afab!reader

✧₊⁺. song rec. el malo - aventura

✧₊⁺. wc. 1.1k

✧₊⁺. note. when i was listening to this it reminded me of heeseung so here i am writing about it (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

with your head rested upon your arms, you stared at the cup of milk your friend had brought from the cafeteria. long forgotten, melted ice creating a thick layer of water that easily mixed with just a swirl of your dainty finger.

faint chatter floated through the hallway in small murmurs, a stark contrast to the utter silence that enveloped the classroom. you sighed, gazing out the window, only to be met with girls laughing, boys - who swore were mature yet acted completely opposite to such statement - ran about, playing pranks on people like twelve year olds. your attention traveled to the clock nailed right above the chalkboard, 12:40 pm. you groaned, realizing there’s still a long, agonizing hour of lunch left.

as the door creaked open, you jerked in your seat, awkwardly pursing your lips when you made eye contact with whoever dared disturb your solitude.

tall, painfully bright smile, purple hair with a hint of orange, honey like skin, and grin inducing eyes.

“hi…heeseung…” you say rather glumly, rolling your eyes as a bothersome tickle blossomed in your chest.

you divert your eyes, ignoring the smug look on his face.

“where’s your boyfriend, pretty?” he questions, studying his surroundings as he walks to you.

“i don’t know where jay is, and don’t call me that.” you sneer, making the boy wince in faux pain.

“you hurt me, truly.” heeseung jokingly protests, resting his whole body weight on one arm, palm planted on your desk. he sends you an ear-to-ear smile, which you smack away with a frown.

“why do you want to know where he is, anyway?”

the anticipating male knits his eyebrows, “oh, i’m not asking for myself.” he continues, “he said he’d be back uh…..” checks his watch, then peers back at you, “right before lunch started?” heeseung tilts his head, “where is he now?”

“what? how do you know that?”

“we have the same class, did you forget?”

“oh. right.” with a dismissive nod, you keep your eyes on the window. he sucks his teeth, leaning forward.

“don’t go quiet on me now, i need you to think.”

“go away, heeseung. ‘m not in the mood for your bullshit right now.”

“i’m serious.”

“so am i, leave me alone.”

he sighs, whipping his phone out and placing it on the desk before you. “yn. look.” you didn’t, stare fixed on the window.

“yn! look! dammit…”

“fine! my fucking go-“

your lungs compressed as your breath hitched.

“that’s fake, heeseung. that can’t be true.” with a shaky voice, you grab the phone, this just can’t be fucking true - you hoped it wasn’t true.

“now why the fuck would i fake this? it’s so obviously jay with yet another girl.”

“‘yet another girl?’ fuck does that mean, heeseung?”

“it means you need to open your eyes.”

“no, you’re doing this because…” you stop in order to gather your thoughts, “because you’re not over me and you want me back. that’s right, yeah.”

heeseung scoffs at your dumb attempt to convince yourself, “you’re right, i still love you and that’s why i’m looking out for you. jay’s been jumping from girl to girl while you obliviously sit around looking stupid.” he shakes his head, “i can’t even begin to understand why you got with an asshole like him.”

“you’re pathetic.” you violently seethe as you stand and try to walk away.

“seriously?-“

“yes! who the hell do you think you are coming in here and telling me this?”

“hey, what are you getting mad at me for?” heeseung is visibly upset, and much to your luck, also right. he’s not at fault nor does he deserve your anger.

“why are you doing this…?”

he sighs in frustration, taking his headphones from his neck and setting them down on your desk, “look, yn. this is not the first girl he’s-“

“then why didn’t you tell me sooner? hm?”

“because you never let me get close to you anymore! how was i supposed to tell you?!”

“you’re my ex, hee, of course i don’t want you anywhere near me!”

“you don’t mean that.” his voice is low, solemn, as he looks at you with soft eyes.

“how would you know that?”

“look at me in the eyes and say it with your chest, then.” heeseung steps closer, driving you to stumble back against a desk.

“i mean it.”

“and i don’t believe it.” he scans for any sort of emotion on your face, and finds it. god, he can read you like an open book.

“i refuse to believe that he loves you better than i did. i refuse to believe he knows when, where, and how to kiss you. i refuse to believe he knows all the spots that make you see stars. i refuse, yn.”

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out, so heeseung took this as an opportunity to speak again. “you’ll always love me, i’ll always love you. and whether you want to believe what you just saw or not, deep down i know you don’t care because your heart belongs to me.” he cages you in until you’re half-sitting on the wooden surface.

“can you grab my phone, please?” you quietly instruct.

“yn-“

“please?”

heeseung nods, rummaging through your school bag and handing you the phone.

“thank you.” you quickly open jay’s message, furiously typing as heeseung tries to peek at the screen. you tsk, bringing the phone to your chest.

“what did you send?”

“he’s not my boyfriend anymore.” you shrug, snorting at the way he tries to keep his excitement at bay.

“you’re right, you know?” he hums as you bite your lip, “i’ll always love you. i mean…it was 3 years, after all…” heeseung nods in agreement, leaning back on your desk as you’re both facing each other, long legs on either side of yours.

you gaze into his eyes, so sincere, so beautiful. why did you ever let him go? yes, he failed you at times and vice versa, you’ve had arguments like any other relationship, but it was nothing major like… well, cheating. heeseung always stayed loyal to you no matter the circumstances.

he glances at your lips, then your eyes. a calm silence fell between, nothing to say except, “can you kiss me?” you utter just above a whisper. he seizes your waist, eagerly pressing his lips to yours. the kiss was demanding, dripping with longing, regret, euphoria.

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you onto the table. heeseung pulled back, caressing your thighs.

“can i be your boyfriend?… again?” you giggle, hugging him.

“of course, silly.”

“one more thing.”

“yes, heeseung?”

“i love you.”

“oh, i know!” you beam, earning an unsatisfied grunt from your boyfriend. “i’m joking, dumbass.” you lightly punch his arm, “i love you more.” he smiles like a child, pecking your lips and backing away.

“last one to the cafeteria buys food!” he takes off running as you yell after him, laughing hysterically.

your heart swells, and for the first time in months, you’re in love all over again.

✧₊⁺. big thanks to my proof reader @heartryuu !!

✧₊⁺. please leave a like, comment, and repost!! i would highly appreciate that (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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noideawhatshappenin · 3 days

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I need to rant about a few things from Bad Batch so

SPOILERS AHEAD

I'm writing this based on memories right after my first watch because my emotions are overwhelming me and I need to rant about them to strangers on the Internet. They're also not in any chronological or logical order.

First off, Echo telling Emerie that he knew the Zillo was Omegas doing? Because he would have done the same?

Immaculate. Fives would be proud to see his brother still being up to dangerous shit. And even passing it along to his little sister/daughter.

On the same note, the Zillo breaks out and the boys outside immediately know it's not coincidence because of course it would be one of their genius madlads.

Crosshair: Was that Echo or Omega.

Wrecker and Hunter without missing a beat: Omega

Because of course it was her.

Then Crosshair saying Clone Force 99 died with Tech had me crying buckets. Baby really has lost all feeling of self worth and needs time to heal on Pabu. Poor boy. Probably feels hella responsible for his death, too, because he wasn't there to help them.

Next up, Hemlock's operatives? You cannot tell me that they're not reminiscent of the Clone Force 99 we saw in Clone Wars. Using debris as a shield, like the first plan we see them do? One fighting with knives, like Hunter? One having a rifle, like Crosshair? Hemlock saw the boys and said: damn I want that as well.

It also explains why many people (me included) hoped for the reveal of Tech being CX-2. They're meant to seem like the Batch.

Also I really hoped Scorch would somehow survive this, just because I'm currently replaying Commando and feel for my poor boy.

Then I think a lot of us remember the meme with the explosion? Absolutely adore, that it was Nala Se blowing the research and Rampart to pieces.

Don't get me wrong, Rampart was a great addition to the recent episodes and his screams had me dying with laughter, but he was an evil piece of shit till the end. He died as a selfish evil Empire guy instead of dying for redemption (like there is a tendency in Star Wars) or getting to live on without any change. He stayed an asshole, even if he was kinda funny in the end.

Now to get into some specifics about the ending and the fate for the boys.

The cut to black when one of the operatives threatened Crosshairs hand? I nearly shat myself, holy hell. What the actual fuck.

The constant pan to Wrecker being injured? I was fully expecting him to sacrifice himself in the end, very glad he didn't.

The scene in the rain on the bridge? Immaculate. The perfect climax to the show. Perfection.

Hemlock's threat being empty, because he needs Omega.

Crosshair still worried because, even if Hemlock won't shoot Omega, his trauma won't just go away and he cannot risk Omega getting hurt.

Omega realising Crosshairs struggle and helping out.

Hunter realising that Omega realised.

Crosshair getting the first hug.

And then we see them leave. Safely. Because it's over. Their fight is over. Bad Batch is over.

Seeing all the clones and children happy on Pabu was the kind of ending the show deserved.

I'd go so far as to call it the ending the show needed. Because the Bad Batch would never have stopped fighting, if there was still danger threatening one of their members. Omega wouldn't have stopped fighting if she had lost another one of her brothers or hadn't been able to free the other clones.

The only way for them to find peace in that world, was a happy end. And I think that's beautiful.

In fact, this leads right into my final thoughts on this. Omega leaving to fight for the rebellion is very on brand for her selfless nature. It's also why this has to happen in the future. The Bad Batch had done their duty. They had fought enough battles for their lifetime, which is why we don't see them joining the rebellion with her. Why it has to happen, when Omega is ready to leave on her own.

Then of course, I cried buckets for Tech's glasses on the dashboard. Because her following in his footsteps and becoming a pilot makes this story come full circle.

Sidenote, I'm pretty sure her hairstyle is, at the very least, inspired by Phee. And her flying is probably closer to Phee than Tech as well, because she is still a chaos child.

Perhaps we'll see more shows from this time. We're certainly still lacking important info.

How does Wolffe join his brothers?

Why are Gregor, Wolffe and Rex "retired" in Rebels?

What happens to Echo?

I imagine, Filoni will give us a Clone Rebellion show (possibly with a sadder ending than Bad Batch) to answer these questions.

Do I have a closing thought? Yes.

As nice as the final scene was, we were absolutely robbed of older Crosshair and Wrecker. ROBBED I SAY.

#tbb spoilers #tbb #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb 3 #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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lesenbyan · 25 days

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you know, I keep thinking about how much I'd get written if I had any self discipline at all and then like. doing nothing about it bc like. who's gonna enforce it? not me.

#personal;#like the biggest issue I have is that like #once my laptop is on then at MOST I have until I catch up on tumblr #before I habitually open XIV #and once XIV is open nothing's gonna get done #days I do chores I do them in the morning before the laptop is on specifically for this reason (that and any later and I'm too tired)#like I know- I /know/- what I need in order to get myself to write. I know all the little things #but I don't have the self discipline bc by the time i remember i was gonna XIV is open #and the day is dedicated to dissociation of varying levels depending on what's happening in XIV #or if I get distracted with a game on my tablet #and like....I love my son but his insistence on being in my lap doesn't help #bc being unable to move makes it hard to not just fucking dissociate #but even if I kick him off he's back in like 5m and it gets frustrating if i try #the deck is stacked so SO against me #plus like.....#even if I do the thing what validation will I get??#and if no validation it's hard to even pretend to tru to start #plus the longer I go without writing like. an object at rest will stay at rest #at this point I think I'm lowkey terrified of trying to write and just staring at an empty document or putting out shit no one understands #hhnnngggg #anyway I've rambled enough for the morning I'm not trying to depression spiral here

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lightfulonion · 1 month

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thank you @skijjiki for tagging me!!!! i love these types of tagging games so much!!

last song: Tokyo Calling by ATARASHII GAKKO! (pls watch the music video. its so good 😭) im kind of, sort of, obsessed with this and i have been listening to it non-stop like my life depends on it. anyway

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fav color: hmm im really feeling brown right now (wow! that sounds awful! im not changing my answer tho. brown rules.)

currently reading: im able to read only fanfics at the moment because anything that involves a book and new characters feels like too much work for me for some reason and also like im cheating at my classes in university. both of these suck big butt and i hate being like this but it's true. anyway please read a million times along the way by starsqwub. its a bokuaka fic, it hasnt updated since 2022 and it made me cry every chapter. its about love, its about friends, its about being a weird person in a normal world and, more importantly, its about bokuto and akaashi. oh! also manga like chainsaw man and toilet bound hanako-kun!! and some webcomics as well too.

currently watching: the wall mostly but also dungeon meshi! and ive been trying to be up-to-date with the one piece anime!!

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet <3

relationship status: i was reading a bokuaka fic and i was crying. take a wild guess.

current obsessions: listening to Tokyo Calling and ATARASHII GAKKO! apparently and im starting to feel like reading the ending of Haikyuu!! which is probably a bad thing?? (im scared. i really dont want it to end :'((( )

tagging: @livingonyoghurtandspite, @horson, @clementinethekitten, @pierogish, @alcieside, @mars-matrix, @peachybeesplease, @mangatxt.

#get tagged #guys. we get (got?) the movie this year. really scared to ask whats next.#i had goofy funny things to share but i forgot them while writing this im sorry u_u #i went home to my mom for a few days and i had 'the end of the beginning' by djo stuck in my head the whole time #and i visited my friends from high school and im kinda sad about the years passing. a quiet kind of sad but sad nonetheless.#like 'my childhood room is too small for me now' kind of sad and nostalgic #i have many things in my brain that are rolling around like pointy rocks and i need to get them out somehow without hurting myself #anyway #pretend i said something really funny and truly profound here instead of. whatever that is.#also i have listened to ATARASHII GAKKO!'s whole discography and its really really good #and i STILL havent been able to read bnha!! :((#i havent been able to be up-to-date with chainsaw man or toilet bound hanako kun and i also NEED to read dungeon meshi AND haikyuu and-#i really love dungeon meshi so far. its so good and i got so excited on the last episode when they put falin's bones in order. that was #so cool. and the bath scene............ yeah.#if you dont want to do this guys is okay btw. im always saying this but i do need you to know because i feel anxious when i dont do them bu #also when i dont tag people. i dont want you to feel like that.#onion talks #ok thats all! bye bye!! hope you have a nice day!!!!!#Youtube

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opens-up-4-nobody · 10 months

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#let me express to u perhaps The frustration of my life #i like to learn. it is perhaps my favorite thing. new information. more more more constantly #but. my fucking brain is the fucking worst. because im not fucking stupid if i can focus and process the words being said i can understand #many things. i like to learn about math and physics and chemistry and biology and anatomy... ect concepts #but the focus and the processing of words is where we have problems. because i cannot focus for more than like 5min #i blink and suddenly ive been spaced out for a sec and need to reorient. i cant prioritize what to do 1st and im constantly bouncing betwee #tasks so nothing ever gets done and im too intimidated to start learning things. and when im trying to learn we habe the processing words #problem. like my reading comprehension is so fucking bad. like i will read a book on paper and maybe retain 25% of the info if im not #hardcore trying. for a class where i had to do a ton of paper reading. i had to read everything out loud to myself. highlight important #info. write myself a summary based on the highlights and then read the paper again before i could even begin to feel comfortable in #discussions. it was so fucking frustrating and miserable. ppl will give me physical books and im like thanks i cant fucking read sorry #too fucking dyslexic. read and listen they say. u have to read and listen at the same time bc i cant pay attention and i cant read #so if i do both then maybe the info gets in. thats y i have to read aloud but i hate it and still get distracted #i mean. i probably just have an attention problem. its also really annoying that my short term working memory is so awful #bc in order to make things make sense i have to draw or write them out. i cant judt go off the top of my head or i get stuck saying thr sam #thing over and over and over. its like my ability to think is extremely shallow. but thrn i read papers and recognize concepts from classes #i took years ago and im like. fucking y cant i know what i know? my head feels so empty but info is in there somewhere #its just so fucking frustrating that i love understanding systems so much. complex annoying little systems that fit together like a puzzle #and my fucking brain refuses to accept the information im trying to get in there. so i return to a remark left on my dyslexia assignment:#intelligent when not constrained by language or time. thanks. unfortunately language is how ppl communicate #also i freak out under time pressure lol. anyway ive just been reading papers for fun this weekend and remembering y i dont: bc its agony #but also i fucking love the concepts so much and i need a good understanding of photosynthesis before August when i join a photosynthesis #lab lmao. ugh. i love learning but my brain was not buildmt #built for it. if only if only someone could podcast about the obscure things im interested in while reading directly from the source #unrelated #also its like 105 degrees plus. its too fucking hot out #thats like 40 degrees C. the sun is like a death ray

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chasmbreach · 1 year

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you made my cracks sweeter

YIPPEE!!!!! I WROTE OC BACKSTORY THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!!! One day I'll like, write something more cohesive about their relationship and powers or whatever, but this is how they meet uehehehehe.

(i will combust if you actually read this because good god. don't read this. i hate this backstory so much /j. i wrote this in a fit of crazy and not wanting to work on my research paper)

words: 1798 ao3 edition

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what they look like btw, bc oc moment lol!!!! Fragment is nakey and Nectar isn't decked out in nice clothes, she's completely dark n goopy bc she doesn't know how to control it her goop well, and it completely takes over her clothes as well.

He awoke with a gasp.

He couldn’t see anything in front of him. Quite literally.

Everything was pitch black.

He felt so tired… and he couldn’t feel anything in his surroundings either. He blinked his sockets to make sure his magic was flowing. He tried to move his body, but his magic didn’t seem like it was going to work and cooperate with him.

Wait… that didn’t make sense. Magic was connected to a monster’s soul. So why was he referring to it as if it were a separate entity?

He supposed he could wait while his body was trying to reboot itself.

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The darkness was starting to get to him.

He had been laying still, immobile because of his own incapabilities. He could still feel himself blinking, but it was getting monotonous. Why open his sockets if he couldn’t see anything? How did he know he was seeing anything in the first place? It looked the same if he wasn’t moving his sockets either way.

His body still wasn’t responding, and he still couldn’t feel.

How long had it been since he awoke? It didn’t feel like much time had passed, but then again, in a void like this, who knew how fast time could fly?

He had been trying to recall any details before finding himself in this darkness, any information to grasp on to try and piece together a reason. There was nothing in his memory that he could obtain to make sense of anything.

Did he even exist? Was he just in limbo?

Was he dead?

Surely not? Though he couldn’t exactly feel anything with his body, he knew that there was some kind of ground below him. If he were dead, he probably wouldn’t be able to feel anything. Maybe? He didn’t know anymore.

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He heard a soft hic in the distance. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at nothing anymore. He still couldn’t feel anything in his body. He had long given up attempting to do anything.

“Oh! I- apologies, I didn’t really mean to intrude on anything you were doing. This universe just seemed empty from first glance and I really just wanted to escape as soon as possible, so I just hopped in without double checking if there were actually anyone here left, and I was getting desperate to leave and oh, sorry I’m rambling again, apologies I’ll just um.” The soft voice quieted down. From the voice alone, he thought the voice was feminine, but he didn’t want to assume.

Something moved around the darkness. The figure was barely visible in front of the absolute black, save for the bright star shaped eye now looking down at him.

He tried to vocalize, to be able to show that he was capable of being responsive. He should be relieved right? To finally see some other existence other than his own? But he wasn’t really feeling much emotions right now. He just wanted to inform this other person that he was aware, he was listening.

The star came closer, and he could see it twitching from one place to another, as if it were looking around. “Your body… are you… how long have you been here?” What of my body? He didn’t know what the figure was talking about. Were they referring to the fact that they couldn’t really feel their body? But how would’ve they known? Perhaps there was some physical indicator.

“Here let me help you up, you must be in so much pain.” Pain? He blinked owlishly at the star as he watched more ripples flow in the darkness before he could feel his body being sat up, head spinning slightly from the change in gravity. He looked down and was finally able to see his white skeletal boned body littered with cracks. Ah, so that’s why. He didn’t feel the pain though, likely because he still couldn’t physically feel his body. Maybe his soul had cut off his connection to the body so he wouldn’t feel the pain? He didn’t know.

His gaze slowly wandered back to the star. The darkness kept shifting around him, but he didn’t know what for. The next moment, his arms were enveloped by that darkness, before a soft green glow was emitting from the coil, “I’m not sure if my magic can fully heal all of your cracks, but I want to at least try and clear up the bigger ones. You must be in so much anguish and so magic deficient, your magic hasn’t responded to any of my attempts at summoning any sparks at all.” He could only blankly stare as the darkness slowly moved away from the arms and moved onto his ribs. He looked over his newly healed, yet still limp arms. His magic was still cutting off his access to his body.

His voice still wasn’t returning, but he wanted to at least respond to the person helping him. He huffed as hard as he could, making a noise with his breath.

“Ah! Please refrain from doing that! Your ribs are fragile, and I cannot guarantee my magic will hold you long. I do try, but I can’t be sure it will be as effective compared to other monsters who actually specialize in healing spells. I’m afraid of any damage you may incidentally do to yourself if you huff like that again. Even if I heal the cracks, your magic needs to be able to support itself to make sure they heal with enough strength. Skeletons naturally need more magic to function, due to our segmented nature, but the ley lines are very sensitive.

“Oh,” the star disappeared for a moment before he heard a soft, hollow clink, “you’re a skeleton yourself, why did I find the need to explain skeleton anatomy to you. I’m rambling again, so so sorry about myself. I just constantly feel- ,” they cut themselves off again, “I- I’ll stop now, apologies.”

He didn’t understand what the apology was for, but he listened to the suggestion and didn’t exhale roughly again. He watched quietly as the darkness eventually moved down to his legs and healed those up too. With the constant movement, he was eventually able to make out hand shapes moving up and down his arms, probably to check his bones.

He was finally starting to feel sensation in his newly corrected arms. A bit tingly at first, given his magic had been cutting off access to his own body, but physically he could feel the cool temperatures of the hands moving and checking his bones.

As the presence moved away from his legs, he was able to slowly lift his arms to test out the movement. He could physically feel his chest moving alongside his breathing, and he could feel something supporting his entire back. They waited in silence as his magic worked to allow him to feel again.

He hissed and winced as he felt a pinching sensation around his pelvis. He looked towards the star in helplessness, silently asking a question.

Blue spread across the darkness as they stammered, “I- I didn’t want to be impolite. It’s um. Pelvic region?” They didn’t say anything after that. He felt out the cold that was lingering around his legs and gripped it, moving it over. He wanted it healed.

The blue color spread and glowed brighter. He could see a faint outline of the nose… wait no, that looked like a nasal aperture that a skeleton had. Were they a skeleton?

“I, ah, I’m really not, I don’t, this is a bit, um,” He gripped the darkness tighter, “O-oh, ok, um, I’m just… going to turn…” The star moved away, the blue color also disappeared, but he could feel the cool balm of the darkness envelop his pelvis and the soft green light returned. The pain was receding minutely, and he started to regain feeling in his legs as well.

When the darkness moved away again, he poked his healed pelvis to see the now smooth bone, no cracks to be seen. He touched it again, this time feeling for any traces of the damage that rendered him immobile what felt like hours ago. There were slight indents in the bone, but it was hardly noticeable.

He looked up. The star wasn’t back. He could still feel the presence though, so he knew they hadn’t left.

He felt around himself, settling his hands on the ground and pushing his body towards the general direction of the darkness. He grunted as he collided with them closer than he thought. So they didn’t move away. He wrapped his arm around the cold darkness, still struggling to support his weight again.

The coolness that was supporting his back earlier came back to wrap around his entire body, righting him up, “Oh, wait, wait there, I just sealed all of your cracks, but that doesn’t mean your body is correctly and fully healed. Usually intensive full body injuries require a lot of maintenance and time to heal due to the nature of magic flow needing to heal so much damage in the first place. Food is usually the better option, since the amount of healing within a condensed item is much more potent, but I unfortunately don’t have any on me. You shouldn’t be moving so quickly after that, especially considering your magic deficiency. Healing magic doesn’t give you any magic, it merely speeds up a being’s magic to heal any wounds, but the fact that you were able to regain mobility so quickly must mean that your SOUL was just trying to preserve itself and survive with the little amount of energy it had left to sustain a conscious. It must be incredibly tiring to have healed all your cracks like that. I did have to support some of your healing by supplying a bit of my own magic, since your injuries were just so much to handle, but I do think that getting some proper magic back into your system will be so much better and can aid in making your bones heal better and not so brittle. I should probably… ”

He blinked at the voice continuing to hum their strange little words but the darkness supporting his weakening body was a comfort he didn’t realize he needed. His body ached in a tired manner, probably because like the voice said, he didn’t have much magic to sustain himself, and could feel himself drifting a bit.

He was very grateful for the aid. He lightly tested his voice with a hum to see if he could speak, delight filling his chest as he found out he could. “Thank you,” He whispered. He doesn’t know if the voice heard him or not as he closed his sockets and lost consciousness.

#chasm writes #HOLY SHIT #OC MOMENT RAHHHHHHH #also yaaaaay outcode time!#anyway kill me i'm going to die of embarrassment over myself #why did i do this why do i do this #can you tell Nectar is a rambley kind of person #by the way because i'm the author and i get to say secret stuff #nectar was trying to explain that she often feels the need to explain herself and her actions in order to be validated in what she does #shes terrified of being seen as a threat. she knows nightmare exists and that she looks too much like him. so she tends to explain herself #shes absolutely terrified at doing the wrong thing #(also she's not an empath. feel like i should clarify that)

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aastarions · 8 months

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i wish there were like 50 hours in a day can u imagine all the things i could accomplish

#c shut up #sometimes i get >:( when i think about all i want to do #like all the games i have but havent started or finished #all the things i want to write #all the shows and movies i want to watch #all the books and fanfic i want to read #i get overwhelmed sometimes #its almost like i need to give myself a schedule #like ok maybe on idk tuesdays i have to read some of the book i bought #and on thursdays i should watch a few eps of a show #you know what i mean???#i have to give myself order almost because having endless possibilities makes me panic and freeze and then i do nothing

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byanyan · 10 months

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the want to reply to everything all at once so much that you overwhelm urself trying to figure out what to reply to first... so u get tired and frustrated and give up before u can do much at all. that's it, that's what i've been dealing with, i finally figured it out

#v frustrating bc i've replied to almost everything in my drafts in my head #but writing it out??? hmmm that takes a lot more work and mental illness don't like that #....once again i realize i still need to get better about replying to what i want in whatever order i want #aksfjhsdsd just thinking to myself as i frustrate myself staring at my drafts #WANTED TO DO MORE TONIGHT but w/e i'm exhausted & indecisive & don't know what i want so #gonna just leave it idfk #it's a hobby it's my blog i shouldn't make myself feel like i need to do stuff when i don't have energy just bc i'm an oc blog & people #will lose interest if i'm slow #the people who matter stick around regardless so who cares!!!!!#ugh. unintentional vent ig. just losing patience with my own brain lmao...#depression's a bitch no surprises there :/#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ OOC ⋮ DON’T @ ME.#tbd.#negative cw #is this negative?? idk but idk what else to tag so w/e

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epitomees · 11 months

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I’m to punch your writing bad vibes so get your butt ready.

To be slightly personal, your writing has been one of my inspirations for a while now. If I had to describe your style, it doesn’t dip into overly flowery purple prose that makes it difficult to tell what is going on, but it's meaty enough to put me into a character’s shoes and really give me a sense for the emotions they feel and why they feel that way. Little details like usage of punctuation, bolds, italics, caps, etc. truly sell your muses as their own person, complete with distinct voices. These little things may go unnoticed, but to me, It’s the little things like these that really show how much care and effort you put into your writing.

And generally, it really gives me motivation to sit down and write, whether it’s for a reply or something personal.

Your writing is very satisfying to read, and I know I’ve said it multiple times before, but it has truly opened my eyes to characters I would have normally been apprehensive or understood little about if not for you. There’s something about how you write P5 related content that makes me wish you were in charge of the game. You really hit all the things I enjoy about the game and seamlessly incorporate it to your writing, as well as improve its shortcomings.

(To be slightly personal again, your enthusiasm for this game, through IC content or OOC posts, is one of the reasons why I’ve been able to slowly come up with ideas on how to slap my P4 muses into P5, but more importantly, enjoy the game for what it is. Without you, I have no doubts that it would have taken me much longer to appreciate it.)

Of course, your writing achieving this effect would not be possible without your understanding of the game, its themes and its characters. Not just P5, mind you. P4, too. Despite me knowing the events of the game almost by heart, you always bring up something fresh about it that makes me view it in a new light and keep the P4 era going in my heart, and by P4 era, I mostly mean Naoto.

I know you’ll make me fall in love with P3 all over again soon, so I’m looking forward to that :^)

There is a lot more for me to say, you being a cherished friend is one of them, and also that you are a horrible little gremlin for encouraging my illness known as Naoto Disease, just to name a few things, but that’s for a later date, since I don’t want to make this ask stretch on for miles.

PS remember that I won’t stop loving you dani-lion xoxo

((You are a damn good, genuine friend, Liz. I needed to hear this.))

#out of cards #mun stuff #chibitantei #long post #((....I really have nothing I can say to this #there have been times recently where I get too into my head about my blogs here and whether or not my writing has been bland or boring #and I let it get to me...which then kills my motivation to write anything #whether it's long form or something short #I don't feel like I'm portraying their voice the way they want me to or I'm doing a horrible job characterizing them #it's an internal struggle because then I have my logical side start fighting this emotional side #I know it's just me letting my thoughts get to me but man...it tires me out when I'm fighting with myself #this is a hobby and it's supposed to be fun; that's what I remember at the end of it all #I think I just let my perfectionist side get to me sometimes because there's a lot of amazing writers here #and I feel like I have to keep up with them in order to be seen as a good writer #including you Liz #your writing style and characterization have been an inspiration to me as well; from the time I first delved into Persona RPC #I needed this...I really needed to hear this so thank you so much for punching the bad vibes and negativity #I know I put this all in tags but...thanks to anyone who happens to read all of these #we'll be back to the regularly scheduled shenanigans and fluff and angsty-riddled threads #but again thank you thank you THANK YOU Liz; you know I love you so so much as my friend and the friendship we have is so important to me #I won't let these writing bad vibes stick around <3))

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