#not to like toot my own horn or anything

[secretsolarsystem]

Sith!Obi-wan finding out that Qui-gon just got a new Padawan and thinking “huh, I could pull a Xanatos and kidnap the little one, in all honesty I’m making him a favor” just to then discover that this is not a little initiate, but an ex-slave how’s mother is still a slave and he is just done with his former master’s bullshit

friend!!!!!! bestie!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not sure how true to the prompt I ended up staying BUT I really hope you like reading this as much as I loved writing it, omg it was so fun!!!

pls enjoy this 2.1k canon-divergent, Sith!Obi-Wan, padawan!Anakin, Fallen!Anakin, obsessive Anakin, mentions of a murder and the uhhh aftermath <3

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Sitting in his booth, Obi-Wan took the last sip of his drink, sighing at how the smooth whiskey went down his throat, immediately warming his veins. Maybe he was stupid for drinking whiskey on the hottest planet he’d ever been on, but he’d never been one to choose convenience or comfort over quality and taste. His many white layers proved that.

He really had no desire to be on this Force-forsaken planet at all, but when his master gives an order he is to obey, unless he wants to deal with Lord Sidious. That was how Dooku kept Obi-Wan in line, since he knew there was little else actually keeping Obi-Wan loyal to him as an apprentice. Obi-Wan had learned enough that Dooku was no longer relevant to him, but, apparently, Dooku was to play an important role in Sidious’ plans for the big war that was about to break out, so Obi-Wan and Dooku circled each other just enough to keep the other alive.

Because Obi-Wan had a role to play, too. Sidious knew how good he was at negotiations, and so while Obi-Wan wouldn’t necessarily be a general like his master, it would be his responsibility to ensure they had the weapons and resources they’d need to fight this war. Which was how he found himself here, decompressing after the first day of negotiations with the Hutts, some of the most unpleasant sentients Obi-Wan has never had the displeasure of speaking with.

The one drink definitely was not enough to compensate for what he’d been through that day, so he made his way to the bar for another. As he waitede for his second drink, a tall, gangly thing burst through the cantina doors, face contorted into a scowl and cheeks glistening with tears. Obi-Wan took in the sight before him, and immediately realized he knew this tall, gangly thing. This was Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn’s padawan.

Yes, Obi-Wan knew Anakin Skywalker – knew of him, at least. Obi-Wan had been in his early twenties when he learned of Anakin’s arrival to the Temple and the Jedi. When he found out that Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan’s former master, had taken Anakin on as his new padawan, Obi-Wan had considered taking the boy for himself. He’d be doing him a favor; Qui-Gon Jinn practically ensured that no one flourished under his guidance, what with his cold demeanor and palpable indifference towards his pupils.

That was Obi-Wan’s experience, anyway.

But Obi-Wan didn’t. Sidious forbade him, and it would’ve gotten messy with Dooku, considering the Rule of Two they abided by as Sith. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit it, Obi-Wan did still hold respect for Dooku. The man took him in and taught him power Obi-Wan had never believed he could wield when he found Obi-Wan, freshly Fallen and awfully torn up about it. Under Dooku’s tutelage, Obi-Wan harnessed the Dark with finesse and confidence he never would have gained with Qui-Gon.

Now, looking at Anakin in this cantina, Obi-Wan can see that Qui-Gon had failed him, too. His tear-soaked face and still trembling lip were proof that Qui-Gon had neglected to acknowledge his padawan’s apparently very strong emotions, and therefore failed to teach him how to channel them to his benefit. Not to mention, the boy’s Force signature was emanating Darkness; it felt fresh, it felt suffocating, it felt never-ending.

When Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan gave him a once over before taking his drink back to his booth. Sitting down, he was unsurprised to find Anakin there, looming over him like a dark cloud. Taking a sip, Obi-Wan glanced up, waiting for Anakin to speak. When he didn’t, Obi-Wan said, “Hello. Can I help you?”

“Yes,” Anakin said, voice thick and hoarse, surely from the crying.

When Anakin didn’t explain further, Obi-Wan set his drink down with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t if you don’t tell me with what.”

“Teach me the ways of the Dark Side,” Anakin said, hands balled into fists by his sides. His shoulders were rising and falling with harsh breaths, and his red-rimmed eyes looked like they’d fall with fresh tears at any moment. He was the visage of a boy ready to Fall, surely much like how Obi-Wan must have looked when Dooku took him in.

Still, there were too many of Sidious’ plans in motion for this to be feasible. That, and the fact that Sidious had specifically forbidden Obi-Wan taking on Anakin specifically as his apprentice.

“No,” Obi-Wan answered, turning back to his drink. As expected, though, Anakin did not move. “Go back to the master you already have, little Jedi. I’d like to enjoy my drink in peace.”

Taking the seat across from Obi-Wan, Anakin splayed his hands out on the table with a hard smack, jostling Obi-Wan’s drink in his hand from how Obi-Wan rested his elbow on the table. Anakin was impossibly lucky none of the liquid spilt from the commotion.

Looking back at Anakin with an incredibly unimpressed and quite annoyed look, Obi-Wan set his drink down. “I won’t say it again.”

“So don’t,” Anakin bit back. It was now that Obi-Wan could see the gold starting to swirl in Anakin’s blue irises. Obi-Wan wondered what had happened – what had just happened, because this was all too fresh – to make Anakin Fall so hard and so quick.

“Then I have nothing to say to you,” Obi-Wan responded, though it wasn’t said with much finality. He was growing more and more curious about Anakin – a dangerous thing for both a Sith and the object of their curiosity.

“If you won’t say yes, then tell me how to get you to say yes,” Anakin pressed, his eye contact unwavering. It was intense, the kind of gaze one could drown in if not careful.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was nothing if not careful. “You know what I am.” It was not a question. Anakin nodded once. “Then you know of the Rule of Two.” Anakin nodded again, but with a bit of hesitation, now. “I’m afraid there’s already two.” Well, technically three, but it was accepted that Sidious was an exception.

For the first time, Anakin broke their eye contact, looking down at the table. But Obi-Wan could tell he did it not in disappointment or acceptance of defeat, but in thought. He was trying to think around the one rule the Sith abided by. It intrigued Obi-Wan, so he continued to drink as he watched Anakin think.

Eventually, by the time Obi-Wan’s drink only had one sip left, Anakin looked up, brow furrowed with new determination. “Who is your apprentice?”

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his lip quirking up. “Why?”

“Because I’ll kill them,” Anakin answered immediately.

Barking out a laugh, Obi-Wan downed the rest of his drink before standing and straightening his clothes. If he had an apprentice, Obi-Wan considered, he just might tell Anakin who they were, just to see if he’d really do it. It sent a sick thrill of satisfaction through Obi-Wan’s being, but he kept that to himself.

“I’m sure you will, little Jedi,” Obi-Wan said. “Until then, my answer stands.” Then Obi-Wan made his way towards the bar, paid his credits (only because he needed to keep the Hutts somewhat appeased), and left, all while feeling Anakin’s eyes boring into his back and his Force signature doing its best to wrap around and keep Obi-Wan.

–

It is not until three years later, when Obi-Wan is staying at some terrible inn on some terrible planet to negotiate with some terrible people, that he sees Anakin again. It starts with a knock on his door, to which Obi-Wan calls out, “The sign says ‘Do Not Disturb.’”

The knocking continues, so Obi-Wan closes up his notes from today’s talks with an irritated sigh and walks over to the door, opening it with a scowl. “Can you not read-”

The jab dies on his lips when he sees Anakin Skywalker staring back at him with completely golden eyes.

He steps aside and lets the boy – no, the man – in, watching him stalk inside as he closes and locks the door. Anakin is taller than before, which is quite the feat, and his Jedi attire is filled out by bigger arms, broader shoulders, thicker thighs. His hair is no longer in that Force awful padawan cut, but now falls in long curls. When Anakin turns to face him, Obi-Wan notes the scar running through his brow and eye, his one gloved hand, and the bag in his other hand.

Obi-Wan has many questions, but what he says is: “Congratulations on your knighting.”

Anakin huffs, his face as severe as the day Obi-Wan met him on Tatooine. “Doesn’t matter now.”

“Why not?” Obi-Wan asks, stepping further into the room and towards Anakin. Anakin straightens up, but it doesn’t seem to be a defensive move. If Obi-Wan didn’t know any better, Anakin almost looked like he was displaying himself for appraisal.

Tilting his head, Anakin gave Obi-Wan a look that suggested he couldn’t tell if Obi-Wan was stupid or joking. “I think that’s obvious. It’s only gotten worse since we met.”

“You’re not blaming me now, are you?” Obi-Wan asked with a grin.

Narrowing his eyes, Anakin’s grip on the bad tightened. “Who should I blame? Your apprentice?”

Smile growing, Obi-Wan clasped his hands together in front of himself. “Did you kill them?”

“No,” Anakin answered, throwing the bag to the ground. It landed with an incredibly heavy thud. “I did kill your master, though.”

Being careful to hold his smile in place, Obi-Wan looked down at the bag, understanding. He was sure that if he opened it, he would see Dooku’s head. How dramatic of Anakin.

“Ah,” was all Obi-Wan had to say.

“It was easy, considering all the practice I’ve had,” Anakin went on. Obi-Wan did not look up from the bag. “When we met, I’d just killed a whole village of Tusken raiders. After, I killed the man who owned me and my mother as slaves. Then, after searching and searching for your unworthy apprentice, I finally put it together. You were the apprentice all along.”

“Brutal and clever,” Obi-Wan murmured. Dooku’s head was in that bag. Obi-Wan wasn’t sad, per say, but felt a pang of hurt that he hadn’t been the one to do the honors, as is customary. It would’ve been the respectful way for Dooku to die.

And what would this mean for the war? Was Obi-Wan to become a general now? What would Sidious say to this glaring wrench thrown carelessly into his plans? Would he kill Obi-Wan for this? Would he kill Anakin?

Obi-Wan had a feeling he would not do the latter. Anakin was important to him, in some way. There must be a reason Obi-Wan couldn’t have taken him for himself all those years ago. Sidious always had reasons that no one else was privy to.

“So I did what I had to do, to get you to say yes,” Anakin continued, dropping to his knee beside the bag containing Dooku’s head. “So say it.”

Shaking his head minutely, Obi-Wan looked to Anakin, his eyes wide and golden where they were not swallowed by pupil. Adrenaline? Or arousal? Probably both. Anakin was surely getting off on all this death; it was hard not to. And maybe he knew how good he looked kneeling at Obi-Wan’s feet.

“There is another, more powerful Sith lord,” Obi-Wan said. “He will not be pleased by this.”

“Then I’ll kill him, too,” Anakin growled, his resolve unwavering. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Master.”

A shiver ran through Obi-Wan at hearing Anakin Skywalker, kneeling before him, call him Master, a shiver Obi-Wan could not hide. Anakin noticed, and he pressed forward on both knees now, and suddenly it looked like he was down there for something other than pledging himself to Obi-Wan.

“He cannot be killed,” Obi-Wan dismissed. Sidious was far too powerful to be killed, no matter how enraged and determined Anakin was. “But, he is the exception to the rule.” It took him a moment, but Anakin understood what Obi-Wan was saying. The Rule of Two would still be honored if Obi-Wan took Anakin on as his apprentice. “Are you certain this is what you want?”

“Yes, Master,” Anakin answered immediately.

Baring his teeth, Obi-Wan asked, “And what of your other master? Do you still feel loyalty towards him?”

Another immediate answer. “No, Master.”

“And if I told you to kill him?” Obi-Wan probably wouldn’t, but Anakin didn’t need to know that. He just needed to answer the question.

“I would, Master,” Anakin vowed, his voice as firm as his gaze.

“Very good,” Obi-Wan purred, reaching out to finally sink his fingers into Anakin’s hair. It made the man below him shiver and flutter his eyes shut as he leaned into the touch. Obi-Wan smiled, incredibly pleased. “Yes, very good, my apprentice.

prompted fic collection on ao3

#not to like toot my own horn or anything #but I was frothing at the mouth as I wrote this #idk this dynamic just hit hard I guess I hope y'all like it too <3 #ask #prompt #my writing #obikin

[demonproofboi]

S: It's not just about eating, it's about the experience! A: That's how the best memories are made.

#travel season #watcher #watcher entertainment #steven lim #andrew ilnyckyj #adam bianchi #worth it #sorry gotta use the old tag #standrew #yeah i gotta tag that too #not to toot my own horn or anything but I made magic here #also it took like 5 hours in total my god #op #if you're on desktop this used to look a lot more saturated but mobile makes it EVEN MORE saturated so I had to lower the red a bit #I hope it still looks decent tbh I've looked at it too much atp #if you're on mobile... you're privileged #huge thank you to levyfiles!!!

[disconnected-dragon]

yknow I really didn't think it was possible to make me angrier at JK Rowling but then I found out she wrote a book abt an autistic person being sucked into a cult (that's totally not an analogy for trans people what you talking abt) because they just can't possibly know what's good for them, they need their fathers to come and hire private investigators to get them out of a cult. And in the book autistic people are referred to by the r slur and called "a bit simple".

I didn't think it was possible for me to hate this paternalistic, honeyed head-patting, self-righteous, hate-driven HAG of a woman more than I did but fuck me here we are.

#terfs dont fucking touch #anti gender critical #anti radfem #not to toot my own horn or whatever but when midsommar came out i legit had a 'oh my god is anyone seeing this?' momen #because everyone was talking abt how it was a 'happy ending' for dani like she didnt just get inducted into a violent cult #but heyyyyyyy thats just me what do i know #its not like im the owner of this brain or anything #OBVIOUSLY a british terf that lives in a FUCKING CASTLE and has NEVER MET ME EVER IN HER LIFE knows me better then i know myself :))))))) #anti gc #trans rights #ableism tw #tw ableist language #i hate jk rowling i hate her i hate her i hate her so muchhhhhhh #anti jkr #fuck jkr #had to edit the tags because i realized 'jk rowling' attracted terfs and i dont fucking want that noise #im already fucking angry im not taking being talked down to because im autistic

[tabooiart]

i like dinah a normal amount i think

#my art #fanart #starlight express #stex #dinah the dining car #dinah stex #i luvvvv my design for dinah not to toot my own horn or anything #ended up making a couple changes here! just small ones but i like them #blue sleeves and polka dot leggings. i just think they fit her better than the fishnets #yknow i actually sat down with the intention of drawing her actual stage costume for funsies #but then i blacked out and when i came to my design was on the screen ohhhhh nooooo

[the-kipsabian]

man i can already tell im going to enjoy writing this fic way too much honestly

like im 400 words in to the opening scene and its already like. OUGH

and its only gonna get worse :)

#i dont wanna jinx it but i feel better about doing something now again so. hopefully this'll stick cause i really wanna finish this one #the words arent exactly flowing fast or anything but i feel like the structure is really nice. the sentences sound so good #yes i love tooting my own horn especially after the past few days of creative suffering why do you ask #someones gotta do it it might as well be me! #anyways. yeah. so much angst in this. a sliver of hope every now and then and then more angst #i am Living :) #night is an absolute mess on main

[donghuamuqing]

Byler quotes directly from the cranium

#my post #byler #not toot my own horn or stroke my own dick or anything #but i kind of went off with this !!! #it has more of a forbidden high stakes maybe enemies to lovers vibe #like fantasy political intigue #but i think it works for byler either will or mikes pov

[flecks-of-stardust]

Sunset casting shadows over pebbles — A Rain World Short Story

suns’ turnnnnn to pick up the mess /s

almost at the end now! thanks for reading yall, seriously. also definitely start from the beginning if you’re new to this series.

Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.

Hey, old friend. It’s been a while since we last talked, hasn’t it?

You’ve got your local group in quite the mess. Wind has been… inconsolable, if responsive at all. Worries so much, as always. I’m sure you can guess.

Moon’s… in a bad state. I’m sure you know that too. Sig says they’ve sent her something, but I’m not sure how exactly they’re doing it. They said their transmission arrays are broken, but they were quite blasé about it. They refused to explain their methods.

They seemed rather out of it. In a bad way. You know I talked to you most, and only occasionally with Moon and Wind, so I don’t know them or Innocence very well, but. I think… Everyone’s in a bad state. It’s a lot to lose a neighbor, especially someone like Moon. 

… Innocence showed me the images. I know you didn’t intend for things to end up like this, but seeing the state of the Rot, I can’t help but wonder if you were prepared for this. 

Well. No one would be. That’s a silly thought. But the possibility of failure… Did it ever cross your mind?

No one knows what exactly happened to Moon, but Innocence said that the two of you shared groundwater, so she ran out of water and collapsed due to slag build up. What you were doing consumes a lot of it. I’m certain you ran calculations on that prior to going through with the plan.

Did you willingly continue, knowing that? 

I don’t think I’m angry. I think I’m just disappointed. You were always more frustrated about this than I was, but I never thought you would really go this far. Could go this far. I guess I underestimated you. I don’t know whether I should feel proud about that. I probably shouldn’t.

None of them want to talk about this. Innocence in particular was very irate about me reaching out to you. Said quite a few nasty things; I won’t relay what. Fundamentally, though? I don’t think you’re cruel. Or at least, you don’t set out to be cruel on purpose. You just get a bit too wrapped up in your own problems. 

All of us do that, at one point or another. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you sooner.

When was the last time we talked, anyway? It’s been so long. You got so quiet, and I didn’t think to reach out. What was the last conversation we had? I suppose I could search through our chat logs for that, but still.

I hope you see this. I don’t know if this will reach you, but I hope it does. If this is the last thing I’ll ever say to you, I hope this suffices as a proper farewell.

I miss you, Five Pebbles.

#rain world #rain showers #the echo of destruction #you can see me getting lazier and lazier with each summary because of how much prior context they require #like if you read this one you better start with moondown #also i just wanna toot my own horn a little bit and point out the titles #all of them are Very deliberate and i'm a little sad no one's pointed out anything about them #i'm especially proud of nsh's one. that one took some very specific googling #i might ramble a little more in the final piece #that's going up sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. i prewrote it #anyway #seven red suns #almost forgot the character tags #he's really the only one here but like #obviously pebbles is talked about a lot #but so are sig wind and innocence #a little #okay enough tag rambling i need to go turn into a slug

[lrdvyke]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SPICE.  cinnamon. WEATHER.   that moment in a rainstorm where it's still raining, but you can see the rays of the sun through the clouds. PRIMARY  COLOUR. yellow. COLOUR  OF  THE  SKY.   twilight, where there is a bit of the sunrise still visible in the horizon. MAGICAL  POWER. corruption magics. SHOE. sturdy, well-fitted leather boots. HOUSEPLANT. a red-orange bromeliad. BLADE  WEAPON. war spear. SCHOOL  SUBJECT. P.E. or drama. SOCIAL  MEDIA. instagram, but posts very rarely. MAKEUP  PRODUCT. eye shadow or eyeliner specifically. CANDY. jolly ranchers, but mostly the one's where when you get to the middle, you hit a very sour center. TANGIBLE  FEAR. atelophobia, but more so of not being useful, of not being enough for people. but a very close second is claustrophobia and being unable to escape. ICE  CUBE  SHAPE. semi-melted cube left too long on a countertop.  METHOD  OF  LONG-DISTANCE  TRAVEL. walking. ART STYLE. surrealism in an odd mix with baroque. HISTORICAL  PERIOD. middle ages / medieval europe. MYTHOLOGICAL  CREATURE. dragon ( or a dybbuk ). PIECE  OF  STATIONARY. the wax that gets melted down for the rubber stamp to press upon to seal a letter. THREE  EMOJIS. 👁️🔥🤺 CELESTIAL  BODY.   venus ( earth-like assumption at its beginnings before its death to now be something inhabitable )

tagged by, @vilestblood ( tyty!! <3 ) tagging, i'm really bad at tagging people bc anxiety but pls pls if you want to do this, steal it from me!!

#— study. #this was kinda fun aaa #tried to mix the before and after fingies vyke and some of them i really like #obsessed with venus one not to toot my own horn or anything but its sexy gjhghhfkskg #dash games.

[cicadaland]

He's literally everything

#bloggy #he's literally just like me for real!!! #I need to make an appreciation post for him or something #but like literally. his whole energy is something i aspire to .. #and i think I already embody it kind of... #not to toot my own horn or anything.......

[cobaltfluff]

sanrio collab things 🥺

#sk8 the infinity #art tag #my god sanrio characters are so hard to draw wtf #my melody looking like she's gonna claim my soul #i actually really wanted to do the cinnamoroll hair thing with kaoru a while back #but then i saw the collab and was like damn brb changing my mind #also adam be like #it's ok tadashi i still prefer dogs and you're the best dog there is #or something idk im not adam #ngl they all turned out really cute here #lmao not to toot my own horn or anything but like #:)))) good job me

[roboraindrop]

Rlly debating on making that pic my icon even tho I specifically made a Christmas icon for Christmastime djdjsksh

I'm just. So proud of how it came out!! 2 hours and like 17 layers!! I feel like I drew him incredibly well, I'm so pleased with myself 🥰

#rain rambles #not trying to like. toot my own horn or anything. #i just don't usually feel this way about my own art so im reveling in it a bit

[ashclouds366]

is this gay? probably @agropuff

#i have to use filters because my bad camera makes his skin look yellow :(( #do you like their sockies #I THINK EDDIE'S SWEATPANTS LOOK SO GOOD #NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN OR ANYTHING #edward harper #eddie harper #joe sawyer #joby sawyer #hicktown

[ratsalad]

i just found some old oc art of mine and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH VI-FROM-2018 MWAH

#SORRY I DONT MEANT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN OR ANYTHING THIS IS GENUINEYLS O FUNNY TO ME #IM SITTING HERE LIKE. hm. im shit at art #i open a folder from 2018 and it's THIS. my magnum opus #vaaya moodu #my art

[itspronouncedfeckyou]

okay i have some time to kill, so let me tell you, people who care about 583, a story.

so in case you didnt know, i have a da account. i dont use it anymore, but its still up.

anyway. on said da acct, there is obviously art. now i was a humble small artist with around 200-ish followers, so my posts weren't what were considered popular.

except literally Any Drawing of Sparks.

most of my art got maybe 1-300 views at most. the sparks art? exponentially higher. FOR NO REASON [well. i have a theorized reason, but we'll get to that.... probably never]. i'm talking like. hold on lemme. check. OKAY it was like 8k. anyway

any and all art of sparks was my most popular art over on da. everything else was... basically the same as here.

it drove me nuts. it was honestly laughable. i found it hilarious to give updates on this one singular damn doodle sheet that had gotten so popular - seeing everyone who was working on 583 go insane over the viewcount.

long story short, that's my reasoning for why i think elijah sparks from file-583 will be the next sexyman. bc he was literally all anyone cared about 👍

#file 583 #ipfy dot txt #somewhat long post #im not like tooting my own horn or anything literally everyoje else agrees #hes sad hes pathetic hes BRITISH hes WEIRD #he would literally do numbers i just need to actually make 583 for it to happen... #anyway that's my storytime

[deepspaceclawstation]

I have to visit the great uncle (grand uncle technically but english kinship terms are weird that way) who doesn't like me (and once tried to convince me (a 25 year old) that a high-pitched sound has a low frequency) today so wish me luck I guess

#Like. it's fine to be annoyed by me I'm very annoying I admit #I even understand dislike when it's based on characters or behaviours I actually have or exhibit #But like. I don't really get why he doesn't like me when he likes my parents so much #I try to match his energy and sense of humour #and not to toot my own horn but I am good to him and his family I think or at least I try #Like. he has worse...nieflings? great nieflings? #My family is the only one from our branch who visits and doesn't make a nuisance of ourselves #And like. It's still cool to like hate me or whatever based on vibes alone but keep that shit to yourself #At least pretend to be civil #Not that he's hostile or anything but he keeps asking me like. 10th grade physics questions (and being wrong about the answers) #Or ignoring my contributions to the conversation #Like. dude we have so many common interests. we are both engineers. we both learned to play keyboard (very badly). we both sew. #we are both interested in diy #At least pretend to get along like my grandma who hates me does (other side of the family) #Personal #Sorry I keep using this site like a diary but I also think it is kind of funny that people hate me #Like if you met me irl you'd not even notice me I'm really a blend into the background kind of guy #I don't understand how I could even inspire such a strong reaction as hate like a mild dislike is fine but hate?? #Except my grandma though. she hates me because she hates my mom and thinks she is an evil mastermind. I hope I was kidding #Also she thinks I am not as good as her other grandson who is much more successful. okay that's true but not grounds for hate lol #I kind of know why they hate me. but I kind of want to still give them the benefit of the doubt because I'm an idiot at heart

[imaginethathaikyuu]

no like genuinely i read my fics and im obsessed with them like they are simply so good like i love my writing and i hope all writers are able to feel that way because its so fun to be proud of your own stories and look back on them and be like damn holy shit this is good and i love it

writers if u see this rb with the fic u wrote that u like the most and are most proud of please :)

#NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN OR ANYTHING!!!! #i just think that writing is the only thing im good at and i love reading my own fics. that is all. #because theyre good lmao like idk what to tell you #just read futakuchis kinktober 2020 fic and it might be the best thing ive ever wrote. just saying