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tgcg · 8 months

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ms paint. you know her. u used her age 8 to make loads of rainbow ovals all over the canvas and then scramble it with selection tool. now u will know her true powers with my handyrandy tips under the readmore. some will be pretty basic and others are very special.

this post has 8 cool trix to learn for you. enjoy and i may do another in the future if i remember/learn more stuff

some of it might be common knowledge. but its got some deep cuts. all tips have gifs to show process easily.

🙂 enjoy and i hope this encourages you to fuck around in mspaint more

soundtrack for this post (loop it while you learn for advanced learning experience)

TIP 1) the right click trick

left and right mouse click correspond to col1 and col2 respectively, which u can see in the top bar. this applies to all brushes and the fill tool like above. when using shapes col2 will be the fill colour (if you have solid fill selected). right clicking with shape maker will reverse the colours use on the shape.

TIP 2) right click eraser

this one is extremely helpful for lineart or add shading. the eraser always uses col2. so your eraser can technically be any colour. but here's where you get powers: right clicking with eraser will only erase onto col1, with col2.

TIP 3) transparent selection change a guy destination

the beloved transparent selection tool works based on what is selected as col2. so long as you have the correct colour as col2 you can make any image transparent and put it on top of anything else. and yes this works with photo bg as you can see.

TIP 4) the gradience

this one is a little more complex. you want to start off with any canvas size, and make as many diagonal coloured bands as you want. (protip: holding down shift makes a perfectly diagonal line with line tool)

then you need to resize the canvas to a width of 1px (make sure you resize by pixels, and do not maintain aspect ratio). then resize again back to its original width (or a different width i cant stop you). you will have your lovely gradience.

TIP 5) superimposter

so. you got a cool gradient and wanna put a guy on it. heres what i do:

i open a 2nd mspaint with same canvas size and draw whatever i want on there. i then pick a completely unrelated colour to my entire piece, and set that as the bg. you could use white, pink, geen, whatever you want as long as it doesnt appear somewhere else in ur drawing. copy the guy.

go back to your gradient tab. ensure that col2 is set as that bg colour you picked (lilac for me). have "transparent selection" enabled. paste your guy in. cue fanfare

TIP 6) advanced superimposter

the great thing about this method is u can put multiple gradients in multiple areas of the image. this is where it gets all japanese printmaking type of shit. ukiyo-esque

all you need to do is make another canvas with a new gradient, ensure col2 is set as the colour you want to replace, then paste your original piece onto the new gradient. now my guy has a soft fade. you can do this as much as you want. (you could even make a canvas with a texture or photo and paste your drawing onto there)

TIP 7) "sketch layer"

so as you now know, col2 is what is removed when you click "transparent selection". which means you can also remove any instance of a colour from ur drawing. which means you can have a unique colour for sketch layer and remove it from the drawing later. i admittedly dont do this but it is a great trick to have.

now combine this with lowering your dpi for smoother lines. may seem obvious but it helps. its like a free stabiliser whenever u want.

TIP 8) rainbow art

now this is where you can get dizzee rascal "bonkers". check out my small and shitty rainbow trick. you can select anything and hold down shift, then drag with left mouse, to turn that selection into its own brush. i even did it with a guy. and you can of course do this with a photo as well.

🙂well that it for now. hope you liked it thanks for reading now back to your regularly scheduled tgcg programming

#randytime #mspaint guide #ms paint guide #tutorial #ms paint tutorial #mspaint tutorial #ms paint

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tteokdoroki · 10 months

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hi my beloved angel could i pls request shinsou + ❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ :33

☆༉ — HITOSHI SHINSOU: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

extension. edging kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. for you my baby!! i hope u like heeem n that i characterised him well!!

it’s not your fault, really.

usually you’re so obedient and good when it comes to hitoshi — he takes care of your needs as long as you behave and listen to him. with him, you cum as many times as you want, cry as loud as you want and your boyfriend will always make sure that you’re satisfied by the end. you’re spoiled in a sense. but today, shinsou seems keen on undoing that narrative.

you’ve lost count of how many hours he’s been going at this, fucking just the tip of his girth into you at a painstakingly slow rate — you’ve tried everything, throwing it back on him, your usual whining, even grovelling, but the hero won’t budge. each time, he runs a hand down your spine affectionately and cherishes the way that your whole body shivers at the contact — only whispering a short.

“be patient, angel,” he says in that low, commanding voice of his. “don’t you wanna be good for me?”

and of course you do, you love hitoshi so much and he treats you so well. it’d only be right for you to trust him, let him abuse your runny little hole with the the fat, achingly hot tip of his dick until he’s the one that’s satisfied. he pushes his hips forward, only just, breaching your gushing walls with hardly any resistance because you’re so wet from being teased but being spoiled all the time breeds bad habits and keeping you on the very edge of cumming like this.

secretively, you slip one of your hands between your salt-slicked body and the bed sheets hitoshi has you bent over, brushing over your rock hard nipples and the sensitive spots along your pelvis before you’re able to reach your puffy pussy. it’s hard to keep quiet when you’re finally able to graze your the poor, unattended nub tucked between your slick folds — drawing lazy shapes over it just like hitoshi would do for you. you attempt to choke down a delicate whimper, stuffing your teary face into the cotton to muffle the louder sounds that start to escape you.

“you sound so needy,” hitoshi breathes, placing a large hand on the small of your back to deepen your arch from behind. he rewards you, for sounding so pretty, he really can’t help it either — giving into his habit as he fucks you halfway down to his twitching length, his arousal bleeding rip nestled just inches shy from your gummy g-spot. “being so good ‘n patient, angel. love it when you’re like this. all pliant and desperate for some cock.”

you wail in reply, writhing and wriggling for more — only to be forced into pleasuring yourself, pinching and rubbing at your clit in tune with shinsou’s shallow thrusts past your rippling entrance. he soothes you, rubbing circles into your hip dips as he whispers little praises like “just a little longer. “you’re doing so well for me sweetheart.” “i can’t wait until i get to fill you up.”

that is until he feels your sly little hand brush against this muscular inner thigh, while you attempt to get yourself off. one moment, you’re on the verge of finally hitting release, the next, all of that mounting and heavenly pleasure is ripped away from you by hitoshi’s discovery.

“toshi!” you snivel desperately, trying to appeal to his gentler side when he pulls out of you completely — exposing your hot cunt to cool air as you pulse around nothing. “p-please, please ‘m sorry!”

he sucks his teeth, three fingers coming down harsh on your sopping mound which causes you to jolt forward on the bed in suprise. “oh, I don’t think you are.” he seethes cruelly, throwing his weight over your trembling body while he licks a wet trail up and behind your ear. “if you were, you wouldn’t be trying to fuck yourself while i’m spoiling you with my cock.”

okay, so maybe it is your fault.

shaking your head, you try to wriggle away — your hips running from the sudden and relentless pressure shinsou applies to your greedy clit from behind. “i p-promise! i am, ‘m so sorry. hnngh, ‘toshi ‘m gonna cum! t-too fast!”

“don’t care.” the purple haired hero grunts, only speeding up. “you wanted to cum so bad? instead of being a good girl and waiting for me?” nipping at your earlobe, shinsou chuckles coyly and smacks a hand down on your pussy again. “now you’re complaining about it being too fast? well too fucking bad. you get what you give, angel.”

shinsou’s threat should scare you, but it only serves to turn you on even more — clear streams of your arousal painting his thick fingers against your heat like a sugar glaze.

“d-do it, i dare you.” you manage to bleat out, challenging him.

the laugh your boyfriend lets out is both cold and amused, overlapped by the squelch of your princess cunt as he replaces what used to be his heavy cock with his fingers inside of you. curling them straight away.

“challenge accepted, sweetheart.” shinsou grins, pumping in and out of you so fast you hardly realise that you’ve hit your first orgasm until it’s too late — squirting about the place and soaking the sheets. “but this time, you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up.”

#shinsou x reader #shinsou smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #mha x reader #shinsou thirst #shinsou x you #bnha x you #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou smut #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚char.🐾

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k3m1y4 · 3 months

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“nothing in the world belongs to me.”

fyodor x gn!reader

summary: just a calm night with ease, nothing else belongs to you but for your love for yourself, and him, he was you. before you could die, let him be the heat that warms the cold. nothing in the world belongs to him, nothing. belongs to you.

author’s note: fluff and angst?, not proofread, no warnings. here’s a little fic before i go to sleep early because i need to fix my messed up sleep schedule <3 love u pookies, have a great morning/night/day.

. . . ecard: my love all mine . . . by mitski.

The breeze was indeed cold.

Your weakened body walked through the thickened snow. Your feet barely even moving by a single step, your tracks tainted the snow deep into the ground. Waiting for it to melt and disappear in a fragrance of a snowflake landing gracefully on the chill land. You hum quietly as you continued to forward yourself into finding your beloved, you hold him so dear. The dark shade of the leaves painted by the snow falling from the sky, what a keen eye could see from the mesmerizing scenery. The moon kept it’s guidance into leading you through the snowed forest. Light coloring your skin to a brighter tone as you pause in your pace. You flutter your eyes closed as you sigh, puffs of air blowing throughout the wind, carrying the last and first time of your breath.

You hum an unfamiliar tone; you were clueless must to know of what you sing. You’ll never hear the heavenly melody of the birds chant and echo during the spring. When the flowers will now bloom, welcoming it’s beauty it hides within the cold to keep a surprise of amusement. You knew you’d meet him here, back to where you met. The last will be the better of the first. Clasping on the trunk of the tall tree tightly as you lean against the wood. Breathing heavily as the warmth of your presence was no longer protecting you from the cold, it gave in to give up. You watch the snow continue to fly as the wind pushes it away from your gaze. You chuckle silently to yourself, wherein deaf ears could hear.

“Fedya…”

You impatiently fix your composure as you wait for the man awaiting you for your final remorse. “Fedya…” You say out again, you felt numb and weak. Though, there was no chains pulling you back to the darkness you merely seek at the chances life was already tearing you to shreds, unperfected and flawed. Just like any other fool lighting the world with its’ unmarked glow. You sigh in faux disappointment as you fold your arms, your vision started to blur in a trance as you blink twice to keep up with your fatigue. “Fyodor!” You weakly yell as you step on the chill as it sent a chill down to your spine. You hug yourself tightly as you shake your head, waving the pain away from you.

You knelt down, your clothed knees meeting the veins of the unsettling, cold atmosphere. The wind brushing your hair as it flew the flakes away from your flesh. You start to shape the piece of snow into a large rounded ball. Placing it forcefully on the ground, you make another, another. Repeatedly. The size decreasingly shrunken to your desired measurement. You stand up, inspecting the area surrounding you in barriers. You look down at your coat as you avert your eyes to a leaf slopingly resting on the coldness. You carefully put it on the rounded ball at the very top of the structure as you giggle in joy. Whether then it be your last snowman, you had the bit of joy from the heat of a candle so small and easily melted.

“Myshka.” Fyodor spoke deeply. You were back to him. You trace along the snowman’s head forming a curved smile on it’s face. Fyodor chuckles at your pointless yet adorable antics you’d always do during the winter season. Not like he was complaining. You gently decorated the snowman as you softly placed your headwear on your masterpiece as Fyodor watches you silently observing your actions as he sighs. “Моя любовь, ты можешь простудиться.” He reminds you at you just smile at him tilting your head as he rolls his eyes at you. “Stop being so stubborn for once, my love.” He walked towards you and poked your nose with his slender finger. “But Fedya! I’m going to die anytime soon. Let me have some fun…” You whine at him, but who was he to reject.

“Alright, alright, myshka. Just be careful, okay?” He runs his surprisingly warm hands against your silk hair. “Hmm? Fedya, your hands are unusually warm!” You exclaim at him as you test out how heated he was by hugging him tightly. Oh he was warm! He stumbled back slightly; his back gently hitting the wooden tree. You bury your face in his chest as he couldn’t help but just groan at your stupid acts. “Моя любовь...” He sighed, preventing his urge to just scold you he instead pulled you towards him. As you hug him, desperate and pleading for his affection.

He embraces you back in a form of acceptance as you “sleep” within his warmth. His eyes look down at you and gently caress your lifeless face, tilting your chin up, your eyes fluttered already closed. He smiles slightly as he lets your head lay on his shoulder as he leans his head back to relax in the slightest moments of these. You taught him how to love, when he couldn’t. You taught him to do the simplest forms of affection he could not show. You taught him how to love you. You gave him the lesson, nothing belongs to him, not you, not his treasure, nothing but only his, only love. Stroking your hair as his chest breathes, yours didn’t. Your heart slowed down quickly, he couldn’t feel your voice nor your life anymore carrying with him. And here he was. You were his teacher, and he was the student. Despite your intellect lower than his, you somehow managed to teach him things a normal human could simply display to those who they love. Love was weird to him, he hated the idea of affection, adoration, and admiration. He knew how to define its’ meaning, but never how.

He was grateful of you, when you unexpectedly barged into his life like the upcoming of his mistakes on the bumpy road all the way. He will die too, he will be with you. He is a bad person, you weren’t. You were the first to tie the string, you tied the strings. And you were the first one to cut it apart. You may disappear, but. You filled a hole in his heart; ripped many times. And you tainted him with your goodness.

“Sleep well, my love. I love you.”

He never received a letter written, I love you too.

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GAAA. Not too angsty for me but idk idk. Tried to experiment here and it kinda failed. I’m sleep so i’m wayyyy tooooo lazy to read it. Kinda lazy for the plot. Thanks for reading tho 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #bsd fluff #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you

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delulu-with-wandanat · 9 months

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Ayy put in ur request mfs😩🫶

(or questions. or thoughts lol)

Request are CLOSE😚

(for now pookiebears, pls do share ur brainrots if u want too!)

Also this shit is 18+

(Out the door if u is underage. Aight now below here is just things me like and don’t like, as well as masterlist)

Here’s thing me like and no like👌

Me likey:

Wandanat (Romantic)

I’m open to NSFW but like not explicit?? (Idk how to explain myself, I’m just not very good at smut😅 But yes you can request that!)

Wanda x Reader (Romantic/Platonic)

Natasha x Reader (Strictly Platonic)

I know there’s not a lot of Masculine!Reader so if you want those just specify it 👍 (Just keep in mind of the previous bullet)

Natasha x Sibling!Reader is my personal fave.

Wandanat x Child!Reader is also 🫶🫶

Me no like:

Wandanat x Reader (Sorry guys, unless it’s platonic yes I can do that)

Natasha x Reader (Again sorry guys, I see her as a mother/sister figure)

(now onto the good stuff)

✨MASTERLIST✨

- Romanoff-Maximoff Family -

Soccer Moms Wandanat

Shopping for School Supplies

Goes on a vacation ('Vacation Dad' Nat x 'Memory of a Dory' Wanda) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wandanat (my beloveds) -

Frog Debacles Wanda and Natasha's child is an animal lover. They have the tendency to bring home whatever stray they find, today was no different. They brought home a damn frog.

Shape of You Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

Money must be funny, in a rich girl's world. Natasha works at a beach club, and Wanda is the daughter of the owner. Let's just say, summer wasn't the only thing that's hot that day.

Sweater Weather Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

'Chubby MILF' Wanda x 'Beefcake' Romanoff Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |HC

The Adventure of Wanda's (questionable) Hairdos Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Wanda has an obsession with her changing hairstyles, and Natasha is a supportive girlfriend.

Queen of Westview High ('Mean Girl' Wanda x 'Nerd' Tasha) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

Two Worlds Apart ('Corrupted' Wanda x 'Earth 77' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

Love and Immortality ('Witchy' Wanda x 'Vampire' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wanda Maximoff x Reader -

Mockingbird America Chavez gave Wanda what she wanted, Wanda sees the love of her life again from another universe. However, her lover's variant already build a life without her...

International Affair (Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Hopelessly in Love (HS au) (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

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petite-gloom · 8 months

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Hey Megan! I was just curious why you use an iPod lately?

I collect CDs, cassettes etc too and I was sort of considering uploading everything onto my old iPod just for fun. But I'm just not sure what the point/benefit actually would be using it going forward over Spotify, I was wondering why you prefer to use yours? Sorry if that sounds a bit weird haha!

Hope you're having a good (and gloomy) day :)

i like my ipod as a space away from my phone. often i put my phone in my desk drawer while im working (if im not filming) and listen to music on my ipod, or lie on my bed (again, without my phone) and listen there without distraction. when i have my phone around im often distracted by social media and other scrolling but when i take the time out with my ipod it's very deliberate and feels different somehow.

i only buy cd's of albums that i genuinely love, so my ipod is full of only albums that i'll happily listen to all the way through. usually with Spotify u kind of just hit shuffle and skip until you find something good. with my ipod i sit and choose. obviously i could do that on spotify (and when im out, i do. deftones white pony tracks 1-12, my beloved) but it's just nice to be a little more deliberate at home.

also sometimes when im out (like when i visit my brother) im filming a lot and my phone battery can start to run a bit flat- ipod ensures i don't have to go without music in these instances. so while i don't take it out generally when running errands (etc) i often travel with it

the tl;dr: would honestly just be idk i just like it. phone is enemy/a work device and ipod is shaped like a friend. phones are just noise but ipod is just music

#answers

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popawritter12 · 2 months

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Hey hey heyyy im back with another request (im the same anon who requested that yandere morgana piece u wrote, absoutely loved it btw ate it up) and i was wondering if you could write some yandere! Hwei x reader? (fanfic or headcanons is up to you!) maybe the reader is an artist as well and they bond over that? Idk man up to you, also love ur takes on characters ur legit one of the best LoL writers ive seen!!

Btw if you dont mind can i be the 🍊 anon? Ive seen other blogs have their emoji anons and i wanna be one so bad fhdbfh

Hope youre having a nice day!!

Author's Notes: Of course 🍊 anon! I would love to <3

I also got tired of making so many headcanons (believe it or not, I have more saved in my drafts), I'm going to write a one-shot. I hope you like it <3. I also appreciate that you like my work. It's especially nice to know that there's someone who enjoys what I do besides me. By the way, I think Hwei is not in the Yandere “tier list” of LoL, so from how I write him and how I see him, I assume that he is a “Normal” type, because his personality reminds me a little of Ayano from Yandere simulator jjjjjjjjjj

Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

Yandere! Hwei x Fem! reader

Yandere character: Hwei From the videogame/anime/manga/movie/series: League Of Legends Case: Mention of stalking, allegation of theft, robbery and kidnapping. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: Excessive text LOL

Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

Obedience.

You had heard that word for so long that it was already embedded in your memory. But not in the way most expected.

You hated that word, and for that same reason you almost never hung out with the teachers or students of the temple you went to.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, we better go to the beginning.

You had been born into a family that had never been close to other nations apart from Ionia, your mother was a strict woman, sometimes bordering on abusive, who always hated temples. Especially religions… Let's say she never had good experiences with it.

And your father, oh your beloved father… He was a saint in every sense of the word. He was kind, a joker… And a smile was always on his face. He had never yelled, in fact even when he was angry, he would just sit in the corner, ignoring everything around him until his mind cooled down.

And, being an only child, your life around them was quite chaotic. While your mother always tried to stay out of her entire family situation—a rather complex issue even for you—your father was the “husband of the house,” so to speak. He was in charge of teaching you both cooking and home care in general, including carpentry and, mainly, the art of home decoration.

He always dreamed of being a great artist, but in his family it was never frowned upon for a man to make the decision to undertake such a complex world of art, because, you know… that's a “women's thing.” But anyway, a lot of things have happened since the last time you talked to your uncles and cousins so… They aren't very important in your life right now.

But do you know that it is important? Where did you study.

Your father insisted a lot on your talent with sculptures and the human form; You really liked making ceramic vases manually, so much so that from the age of 8 you made your first sculpture; It was the strange shape of a dog with small eyes and a giant nose. At the time you barely knew how to paint sculptures, and your father barely knew about sculptures, and the shape of it so… Let's say it looked more like an "alebrije" than a dog with a big nose.

But that was a long time ago, and now the only proof of that memory is the figure on your father's furniture; kept as a beautiful memory.

As time went by your sculptures became more complex; from simple vases for flowers to sculptures with human figures of such a level that, at this point, we could compare them with the statues of Michelangelo.

And your father wanted that talent to be exploited to the fullest. So, after years of arguing with your mother, they both agreed that you should go to the great temple where you would learn about the art.

But there was a small problem, one that was going to haunt you a lot.

You weren't used to how strict that school was.

The first and second day at that school were quite chaotic for you. It wasn't just because it wasn't as you expected, but because everything was very limited.

If you wanted to make art, you had to do it how they wanted, when they asked you to, and how they expected it. However, not only was that not your style, but it seemed like the teachers (especially the principal) always had one eye on you. And only for a few weeks did you endure that strict issue of obedience.

But there was one boy who was particularly kind to you, and he was a young man of always unkempt appearance. His dark circles always stood out on his face, along with his hair that was rarely organized in a linear manner. From the first time he saw you, he felt charmed by the way you expressed yourself; You were good at painting and using magic, but when he saw the ceramic sculptures you made…damn, you really drove him crazy.

But you obviously didn't notice, you were too focused on trying to get along with your surroundings in general that you didn't notice his desperate attempts to get along with you.

However, in the pleasant conversations you had with him, you always saw him as the stereotype of the exemplary boy; someone who dedicated his entire life to his art, to the temple and was admired by everyone for his great talent. You thought he was assured of a great future thanks to his eccentric abilities.

And you, unlike most, learned very well from your mother that you could not let yourself be trampled; especially by anyone you barely knew. So the blood that ran through your veins and the passion for your own art that you kept for so long was slowly being tied to be limited, but with barely strong ropes. It hurt a lot to know that you were in a place that didn't belong to you, it was as if you were a squirrel in the Freljord, or a mouse in a perfume store.

And in the end, when you mentioned all these things to your mother, she didn't take it very well.

—Did you really go through all this while you were in that temple? —She asked, a cigarette between her fingers as she arranged her needles on the table.

You just nodded your head, not looking at your mother at all. The woman, at this, clicked her tongue.

—I knew that those bitches are only good for the basics, they didn't evolve at all —The woman brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a gentle drag —so, do you know something, my child? Send them to hell.

You were used to her bad vocabulary, so much so that at this, you just nodded your head again.

—I know perfectly well that you are not like me, that you want to venture out and learn about “the ways of art” and that I know —The woman moved her free hand in the air, while with the other she only lightly squeezed the cigarette. —, but if you're going to go alone so that that bunch of nuts can do you less, I'm going to get you out even by kicking you in the ass.

Your mother was tough as a chain in the teeth, and you knew that she couldn't last long without making trouble in the temple if there was someone bothering her only daughter. She cared very little if it was a student, a teacher or even the founder of the temple himself —Even though she knows that she died a long time ago— she would go and give her her dose of shit if she messed with the pride of her as a mother.

She advised you to kick their ass if they messed with you, but your father later talked to you about it, advising that you couldn't take all your feelings and thoughts to such an extreme, but that you should think coldly, and not give importance to people that were not to your specific liking, regardless of their social status. You were no less for coming from a family that came from the middle of nowhere.

During your temple walk, you always walked alone, which gave you plenty of time to think about your actions; You had been passive most of the time, however, more than once you let out those classic off-color comments when they already crossed your limit. Words like “Fuck you if you don't like it” or “You're barely able to use colors and you're going to tell me what I have to do?” escaped you in very rare cases.

You entered the less traveled part of the temple, hoping not to encounter those looks that made you uncomfortable. The song of nature resonated in your ears harmoniously, while the sound of the materials inside your bag resonated from time to time.

In the midst of your ramblings, you remembered your lost sculptures, and your forgotten materials; You were not a forgetful pardon, and it seemed strange to you not to find your favorite materials —That were metal, so they were worth a lot of money —, and even though you asked and asked, you couldn't find it anymore, so it depressed you a lot to think that you had lost something that had cost yout parents so much effort, and the mere memory of it caused you to feel that pang in your heart.

Even if your parents said it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, it hurt to know that you had lost one of the most expensive things your parents had cost you to get you.

But it was curious to think what a surprise you would get.

However, you get to hear some noises; without being the whining of baby birds waiting for food or rodents walking in search of food, but rather it resembled the voice of two people talking. You recognized both of their voices, but you thought it wasn't too important to stay there, in fact, you were already planning to go somewhere else when you heard it.

—So that girl, (Name), right?

—Yes, I didn't think you realized that issue.

The second boy's shy voice reminded you of that young man you rarely spoke to, which took you by surprise. Hwei wasn't the type of person to talk bad about someone behind their back, or at least that was the idea you had based on your interactions.

—You don't have to worry, after all it's normal for you to feel attracted to someone —Jhin mentioned, almost in a mocking manner—. So why don't you tell me about her?

You had already noticed the intention behind that interaction, however, after what happened, you thought that maybe you could calm your heart with some sweet words that you weren't meant to hear at that moment.

—Well, she is… incredible —He begins, you hear how the young man sits on a log due to the sound of the hollow wood —, she is beautiful, kind, tender… and her way of expressing her art is so… unique.

You gently leaned your back against the wood, trying not to make any sound. Something in your chest moved abruptly, as if your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in glass.

—I adore her sculptures, I feel that they are the most beautiful thing I have seen —He continues talking, slowly his emotion rose more and more —. I looked sometimes at her work in class or in the room away from her, and they are… beautiful.

—So much so that you had the need to steal them, right?

It was a single sentence, one which echoed in your head for several seconds.

—What are you talking about? —Hwei asks, arranging his hair a little, trying to place several strands behind his ear —. I would never do that.

You didn't hear how Hwei's tone of voice changed, becoming staccato, as his hands clung to his backpack, which he had in his lap.

At this, the other student laughed, almost like a subtle laugh, while his eyes wandered to where your shadow was looming. A mischievous smile forms on his face.

—So, I imagine that the sculptures that are in your room were made by you, right? —He questions, looking subtly into Hwei's eyes—. Or you bought them from her.

Your thoughts slowly formed a thread of the events that had happened. A lump formed in your throat, almost painfully so.

—Or her favorite utensils, she asked me if I had seen them last week, since she had left them near you the last time she saw them —He continued, almost introspectively—, but when I asked you, you only mentioned that you didn't see them that day either.

You shook your head, from the depths of your soul you prayed that it wasn't true, that you didn't have the school prodigy after you in such an extreme way.

—Well, I admit that I have some of her sculptures in my room, but they are the ones that she forgot in class or anywhere! —The pale boy snapped—. And I don't know what you think I did with her utensils, I don't know how to sculpt.

Jhin laughs again, barely audibly now, as if he knew that now he would have to act more vividly.

—And why were they in the box in your room? —Jhin asks him —, it even had remains of dry ceramics. Could it be that they were already used?

Hwei gritted his teeth, while his gaze met Jhin's again.

—That side of you… It's so peculiar. —He smiles —, I thought no one would see it, but you risk being seen in exchange for getting some things from (Name).

Hwei knew that darkness within his soul had awakened since the first day he saw you. And that darkness spread throughout his soul, mind and body, to the point that it seemed to consume all of his heart and mind.

—Your paintings were always warm colors —Jhin changed the subject, the smile disappearing from his face —, they were never about anything specific, but since you met that girl, something changed —He bowed gently in front of Hwei —. If it was about her, you focused on her in a way that made her seem pure, you used colors that highlighted her body or her emotion on her face. But she never looked at anyone —He subtly changed his focus —, she looked at the painter, or she didn't look at anyone, tell me, do you just want her to not look at anyone but you? Do you want her to the point that you don't want her to look at anyone but you?

He remained silent, in such a way that you could feel the weight of the words lingering in the air, causing an almost inexhaustible tension there. It was such that you could no longer hear the song of nature that you longed for so much.

—I won't criticize you, Hwei, you know that I understand better than anyone the dark feeling inside you —Jhin tried to sound empathetic —. And, if you want, I can help you make (Name) yours. I can make her fall in love with you and make that she can never leave you.

The obsessed young man understood how wrong it was to have those thoughts terrifying his mind, but he couldn't stop it, it was a feeling that had already taken root in his heart, and he couldn't tear it out no matter how much he wanted to.

—I can't… —Hwei whispered, his voice breaking —…, I don't want to harm her; She is so nice to me, I don't want to put her through all my feelings.

You heard him sob.

—You're not going to hurt her —Jhin comforts him, a hand running over his cheek —. I know you love her very much, and you notice how others hurt her. But, tell me, don't you think about those people really hurt her? —He subtly wipes away the tear that slipped down her face—. You should take care of those people, you know? So she could express her art as she loves it. Maybe she could even make thousands of statues without anyone to pressure her, and you could “borrow” them for yourself.

You had heard enough, you couldn't stay there for another minute.

However, before you could move, Jhin leaned close to Hwei's ear, his lips close to her loose strands of hair.

—Or you could take it right now, you know? This opportunity is perfect. —Jhin's mischievous smile spreads across his face.

Hwei opened his eyes to her peak, at the same time he heard a rope move abruptly.

And you felt your foot being pulled up, forcing you to hit your face against the ground, causing you to moan in pain.

—Shit. —You whispered, feeling your head spin, a small wound on your head began to make small drops of blood come out.

—That is…? —Hwei whispers, his heart sinking in his chest —(Name)..?

Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

Today I came wanting to write. I loved how this one-shot turned out, and I hope those who read it do too haha.

I hope to receive more orders if any of you wish, until then, I will be dedicated to my hobbies and my studies.

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kenphobia · 1 year

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Hey hey neighbour!

Can I request a angst/comfort howdy or Frank/Eddie x reader?

Kinda want to sob over this puppets.

The reader is from our world and such, but sometimes reader can feel someone staring at their back. But once the reader is left alone Home decides to drag reader in and lock them up? Maybe some also decides to Injure the readeralot

But thank u for writing this! (If u do-)

DISCO DISSOCIATION!

"let the maze of my design carry you on."

summary. frank decides to take his two beloveds on a picnic date! what could go wrong? (oneshot / 1.9k wc / read end notes)

contents. unreality, mentions of dissociation, implied mind-control, accidental gaslighting, local gay entomologist and butterfly enthusiast gets fucked over by a living house. ( n//fw blogs dni )

"(Name), hold on!"

"Try and catch me, sucker!"

Eddie huffed, panting as he fell on the grass, his knees hit the ground with a soft thud. Atop the hill, (Name) stood proudly and grinning before taking a moment to blow a raspberry at the poor and tired mailman.

Frank smiled at the sight, their gaze diverting from their book and to their two lovers as they got closer and closer to them. It was a strange situation they had gotten into, but they were happy with what they got.

(Name) wasn't exactly like them, not like Eddie or anyone in town in fact. Though, they look similar to Wally and Julie, they oozed red substance instead of stuffing and their skin wasn't as soft and fuzzy as the rest. Various parts of them still continue to grow despite being an adult and their way of eating is ... strange to say the least.

But Frank doesn't mind it all. Sure, it was weird, seeing someone who looks like them but is more alike with a banana than anything, but they loved (Name) and couldn't resist falling for them. Eddie couldn't help it too, so they're not the only one.

Right now, they were having a picnic. Or at least, Frank's setting one up whilst Eddie get his revenge on (Name) with a tickle fight and (Name) was very much losing.

"Okay, okay! You win, I'm done so ple, he— PLEASE!" (Name) coughed, heaving as they try to swat away Eddie's wiggling fingers. "LET ME GO!!"

"Not after I did this!" Eddie laughed. He (Name) by their waist and pulled them down on his lap before attacking their face with kisses. Subtle orange smudges covered their face like a glaze over a masterpiece of a painting.

(Name) whined, "You got your kisses, let me go now! I might have flatten your legs."

Eddie planted a final kiss on the lips and buried his face in the crook of their neck. He held their hand within his and left a kiss of orange on an obvious spot, it looked brighter than the light pecks on (Name)'s face.

"Eddie!" (Name) shouted, catching Frank's attention who had been adjusting how the basket sits in the middle of the plaid red blanket.

The puppet only laughed in response, unwrapping his arms around (Name)'s waist. They got up, brushed their clothing off and clear of any dust and turned. Eddie's legs were, yes, flattened, but he easily shaped them back to normal and only wobbled slightly when he stood up.

"See? I'm perfectly fine! Nothing to worry about, love." Eddie ruffled their hair, smiling without a care in the world.

'But still though..."

Frank rolled their eyes playfully and beckoned Eddie and (Name) to come close with his hand. "Come on, you two. Let's eat, so you two can get back to goofing around."

(Name) and Eddie hurriedly ran to where Frank stood and finally start their picnic. Just before the hills were long, drawled out fields of plain grass and the blue, cloudless skies made their picnic more peaceful than ever.

Still, no matter how relaxing and wonderful the entire situation is, Frank couldn't shake off a weird, jittery feeling. Like something was wrong and that picnic was only the calm before the storm. In truth, they had planned this picnic because something was wrong with their lovers, especially (Name), though they hid under the impression of 'needing some bonding time together'.

Frank turned to look at Eddie who seemed well enough, even smiling more widely than usual and enjoying himself in general. Yet, when they turned to (Name), they were ... distracted. Their face held a look of lost, confusion, of distortion, and their eyes were blank and heavily clouded with an unknown feeling.

They always been liked this, always dissociating suddenly on the spot. Frank would understand, they do it too but not like the way (Name) does it. They sit there blankly, as if they just stopped working, living and was nothing more than a husk of they were before. The lights in their head had switched off that very moment and no one was there to respond.

Frank tried their best to listen throughout Eddie's long, tall tales, but they couldn't help looking over to (Name). They seemed to be somewhat listening too, nodding or shaking his head whenever Eddie asked them a question. The larger puppet didn't seem to notice the distant look in their eyes.

When grey took over the sky, they immediately packed up and ran back to the neighborhood as fast they could. And ran they did, arriving at Frank's place dry and safe from the curling thunders and the pouring rain.

As Eddie flopped down on the sofa, feeling awfully tired and parched from all of his long rambling, Frank quickly went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass.

They leaned down, placing a gentle hand on Eddie's shoulder and kissing his forehead. "You stay here and rest up while I get you something to drink, okay?" Frank whispered to his ear, to which Eddie mumbled a 'Thanks, Frankie' and smiled lazily.

"Do you need anything, (Name)?" Frank turned to their other lover who stood closely by the window, a little too close form how they were pressing their forehead on the glass. Frank furrowed their brows at this, worry rattling their mind once again. "...(Name)?"

Something in (Name) snapped, like a rubber band being let loose after being stretched for so long. They turned, still distracted as ever but now they look more alive than they were back at the picnic. "Y-Yes?"

"Do you want anything? Water? Something to eat?" Frank asked, walking up to them and reaching out for their hands, yet (Name) hid them behind their back and stepped back.

The human (as they like to call themself) shook their head, almost violently before offering a gentle, reassuring smile to Frank. "No... No, I'm fine. Thank you, Frank."

Depsite their words, Frank remained unsure but they didn't want to make them uncomfortable, so they nodded and smiled back in hopes to smooth out the strange tensity in the air. "Right, um, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Rest up, (Name)."

And so, Frank went to the kitchen, fixing up a glass of water for Eddie and coming back just as quick as they came in. But when they did, (Name) was gone and only Eddie remained on the couch, unmoving from the position Frank and left him in.

Frank frowned and handed Eddie his water. "Hey, Eds?"

The tired puppet hummed, taking a sip from his glass and glanced up to Frank. "Yeah?"

"Where's..." Frank looked around, checking for any sign of (Name) going to the bathroom or to their shared bedroom but uncovered nothing. They took a deep breath in. "Where's (Name)? They were here a while ago."

"(Name)? I thought they were with you?" Eddie raised his brow. He had completely drank all up the water and put it down on the coffee table, seemingly alarmed at Frank's sudden question.

"No, they weren't." Frank turned to the front door, walked up to it in a matter of seconds and went to unlock it. But it always been unlocked, from the moment Frank had touched the knob and the door opened with little to no difficulty, they knew something was wrong.

"...Frank?" Eddie called out from the living room. "Frank, what's wrong?" He had called out again, his tone growing persistently worried and sick.

Through the darkness of the night and storm, Frank could see a familiar silhouette stuck out in the middle of it all. A silhouette so familiar but so strange at the same time that Frank felt a strange feeling of falling, of dizziness, of vertigo.

And it felt sick.

"Frank? Frank! W-Where are you? Where's (N-Name)?" Eddie's voice grew farther and farther, and the warmth, the lights of Frank's home suddenly went out on itself. All they could see, feel and hear was nothing but a cold, bleak darkness and a buzzing noise that Frank soon learned to be TV static.

They also learned the figure was no other than (Name). Drenched in rain water, from head to toe, and looked more rugged than usual. They moved, walked and turned like a broken down marionette being dragged through the streets.

Frank couldn't move nor speak, they could only stand there as their beloved (Name), the bright and always sunny (Name) Eddie and they love, walk towards the very center of the neighborhood: Wally's home. Just Home.

They got closer and closer, and of course, Home opened a door for them. Frank wanted to scream, to shout and warn their lover to stay away from the wretched home that always looked and smelled too off for their liking, the very home that (Name) kept looking and staring each and every night.

But they can't, so they watched as (Name) went in and the door very, very slowly closed on them. Home looked at Frank with an almost mocking, hungry glint in its eyes before the lights finally reached Frank and warmth flooded their senses once again.

"Frankie, is there anything wrong?" Frank flinched slightly under Eddie's sudden hug, feeling his arms firmly but gently over their shoulders and the sudden weight of Eddie's head. "You suddenly got up and left..."

"G-Got up what now-?" Frank looked down, seeing they were dressed up in their sleeping gown and held a small, lit candle in their hands, providing as the only light within the dim hallway. "I— I saw (Name)! They went inside home a-and—!"

"Frank, calm down." Eddie squeezed their shoulders. His forehead creased as he frowned, Frank could sense worry and confusion all over their husband's face. "You're not making sense, what you do mean—?"

"(Name), Our lover! They went out into the rain, a-and Home got them. Don't you remember them?!" Frank hurriedly cut off Eddie, a sudden urge of energy spiked through them as the cold brushes against their soft, fleece skin.

Eddie's brows only furrowed further, the confusion in his eyes intensified. "Frank, I don't think we had another lover. I— Frank, are you okay? Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Wha— Eddie, you know (Name). They were the new neighbor, we've been dating them for months already, don't you know?" Frank tried again, the accursed seeds of dread and fear began spreading through their gut as they prayed to any and every listening god out there for this entire night not to be true. That everything was just a bad dream.

Eddie shook Frank in his arms, his hold tighter and firmer than before. And though, Eddie had tried to still be gentle with the shorter puppet, Frank couldn't help but feel trapped, suffocated from just being in Eddie's hold. "Frank, we never had a new neighbor named (Name), we never had another lover. I— Are you sure you're okay? Are you sure that you're getting enough sleep?"

"Eddie, I—"

"Come on. Let's go to bed, okay? We can... We can talk about this tomorrow morning, does that sound okay with you?" Eddie smiled, his gaze has softened. The front door closed on them as Eddie led Frank to their bedroom, his grasp was less firm and his hand kneaded and rubbed circles on their back.

Frank simply nodded, exhaustion hitting them faster than they realized. They sluggishly nodded, their arms dropping to their sides in an instant. "Yeah, let's... Let's go to sleep." They agreed tiredly, looking back for a final time to only see a large, dark eye staring at them from the window.

notes. so uh i did not see the hurt/comfort part but have this anon. i am sorry but no sorry because this is now one of my favorite fics.... hh kind of, i hated how i writed the first part of the fic and the end hshshshs AAA

but yeah, i love stealing characters' loved ones from them and writing their soul-crushing, nerve-popping, silly-goosing angst and trauma <333 (i am self projecting)

again, my inbox are always open for any requests or mindless chatter!! and any support is appreciated :]]

#writing log!#welcome home x reader #frank frankly x reader #eddie dear x reader #welcome home #this was not proof read oopsies

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hangingslothcentral · 11 months

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what i didn't realise when i started making Spirit Box Radio back in 2020 was how inexorably it would become tied up in my own real life transition. before i started recording the show, it felt like my decision that i would play Sam, who was originally only going to use he/him pronouns, was a risk because i was pre-t. would people misgender him? how would i feel about that? would it make people switch off?

i made that choice as a person who was expecting not to be able to start transitioning until after the show ended. when it became clear it would be sooner than that (thank u Indigo Gender, my beloved), my feelings about playing Sam changed. i decided he'd use the same pronouns as me - he/they - and that i wasn't going put off going on t until after the end of the show, though i did very seriously consider doing that.

i went on t halfway through the show's middle season. my voice didn't properly drop for ages but it got a smidge deeper quite quickly, and i had to make a decision, fast, about how i would manage that in the show's world. throat spiders? weird magic effects? or... just. make it so Sam transitions medically at that point, too.

and i opted for the last option not really thinking about how it would make me feel. the story of Spirit Box Radio is very much a story about stories, those which get told about us, those we tell about ourselves and each other. stories have the power to shape our lives , and in the world of Spirit Box Radio, they often do this literally.

Sam as a character is someone who takes up his mantle of host of Spirit Box Radio with nervous enthusiasm, in much the way I started making audio dramas in the middle of COVID lockdowns after five years of my manuscripts getting steady rejections from literary agents. we both being unsure of ourselves and how valid it is for us to take the role we find available; for Sam, host; for me, showrunner, director, writer, main character, sound editor, etc.

the show is coming to an end now, and just two months after it does so, i will be getting top surgery. my voice seems to have finished changing and is now just sort of evening out as the story of SBR reaches its conclusion. and it all just feels very... neat.

i don't really have a point to make here, just that it's very emotional for me to be getting to the end of the show. finishing any project is emotional, especially a long one, but my relationship with making SBR has been one of many ups and downs and a lot of emotional turmoil, and the experience of making it had been the backdrop to one of the strangest, most exciting, most terrifying times of my life.

i really hope those of you who've listened to the show have enjoyed the jouney it takes you on. thanks for coming with me on this one, folks. you're the real ones <3 <3

-- Eira xxx

#eira speaks #spirit box radio #audio drama

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earthtooz · 2 years

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Its not levi,but can i pls ask for some gojo x female reader comfort?im having an awful day and im starting to cry 🥺 i would love to read ur writing 🥺💜

pairing: gojo x gn!reader

synopsis: the three times you give gojo a love letter and the one time he returns the favour / high school au

warnings: 1.5k words, fluff fluff fluff, swearing maybe?? idk i'm the writer and i swear a lot, NO PRONOUNS!

a/n: i loved writing this heheh, 3+1 tropes my beloved. also i hope everything is okay anon! this message was sent a while ago, i'm sorry i couldn't post anything earlier but regardless, if you manage to see this then i wish u all the love <3 thanks for dropping by and i hope this managed to cheer you up in some capacity! @limitlesshq i posted it hehe

you approach him that fateful day with an unimpressed expression, a small letter sealed with a kiss between your hands, "hey, stupid."

gojo turns around, face widening into a smile once he notices you approaching him, he straightens up a little, standing taller despite him towering you regardless. "y/n! to what do i owe the pleasure?"

coming to a halt before him, you hand him the love letter that you've been nursing for the past ten minutes, simply trying to find him as you zip through the hallways.

"for you," you mutter. gojo feels his heart come to a stop when he sees a pink card in the shape of a love heart in your hands. there's a scented sticker on there too. his face morphs into a huge grin, unable to contain his elatedness, not when he's been waiting for this moment forever, dreaming of the day when you would-

"-it's not mine," his world dulls, "it's from a girl in class b. wanted me to give it to you."

gojo takes the piece of paper, his happy expression now turned sour as he looks at the offensive piece of thing.

you pat him on the shoulder, "what's got your smile turning upside down?"

"nothin'"

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you wave goodbye to the white-haired before embarking on your way home and he stands there, utterly defeated. this was the worst way to end the day.

gojo is no stranger to love confessions, receiving them more often than not, whether it be in the form of chocolates, flustered students who have trouble containing their cool around the heavenly man, or pretty letters with scribbles of love declarations, gojo satoru has discarded every one of them.

he's flattered. really, he is, but the only person he wants a confession from is the one who is walking away from him at this very moment.

***

the second time you give gojo satoru a love letter, his heart does that stupid thing again, but it quiets down when it recalls the first encounter. he captures a glimpse of the handwriting and immediately knows it's not yours.

"got a delivery for gramps," you joke, dropping the letter into his textbook, "another one. upperclassman above wanted to give this to you actually, said to leave the message that he was doing this for shits and giggles but he seemed really flustered so... i don't know."

"thanks," gojo murmurs, scanning the paper. he notices you walking away from the corner of his eye. "hey, y/n, wait."

you turn around at look at him expectantly with the slight smile that's always managed to brighten his day.

"would you like to visit the new dog café soon?" asks gojo.

"of course! just text me and i'll be there. cya 'toru."

"see you."

he frowns when you walk away, fingers absentmindedly playing with the love letter as gojo yearns for your presence once more. he didn't get to see enough of that smile yet.

***

the third time you give gojo satoru a love letter, he gets restless.

"look what i got," you greet as you approach the white-haired man perched on a park bench during lunch. his best friend, geto, sat beside him. you wave a love letter in your fingers, "delivery for gojo satoru?"

"you're looking at him right now," geto answers for gojo, who has been frowning ever since he caught sight of the paper in your hands.

another love letter that wasn't from who he wanted it to be from.

"here. it's from a student in the grade below but they're gorgeous, i'd shoot my shot if i were you," you say jokingly, pushing the letter towards gojo who takes it gingerly from you. he briefly scans the letter before closing it. you don't make a comment on how uncharacteristically silent he seemed about the confession.

you expected him to gloat in his best friends face before making fun of his pull game but you suppose everyone has moments of maturity.

"so, what're you up to these days, y/n?" questions geto.

"oh you know, being a delivery man for gojo's admirers. job sucks by the way, means i have to trek all around school just to find the elusive heartthrob with little compensation. maybe i'll start charging," you chuckle at the last part, lightly shoving gojo's shoulder. "anyways, i'd love to stay and chat but i gotta blast. see you both around-"

gojo cuts you off, effectively capturing your attention with an urgent "-wait, where are you going? can't you sit with us?"

you seem to be caught off-guard by his sudden proclamation, not that he could blame you.

"thanks for the invite, but i promised to help someone out. hopefully it's not making a love letter for the great gojo satoru, because the things i've witnessed on your behalf is terrifying. but i'll see you two around!"

gojo watches pitifully as you walk away, slumped over and defeated.

geto rolls his eyes, "you're really pathetic."

"oh c'mon. i can't help it."

"you can't help it? seriously? you capture the hearts of everyone on campus yet can't manage to get the one you really want? loser behaviour, how can you have so many bitches yet act so bitchless?"

"i'm not a loser."

"in y/n's eyes you must be."

gojo sighs, "that's not nice. nor is it very encouraging."

"it's not meant to be encouraging because i'm getting sick and tired of you always complaining about not getting a love letter from y/n. if you're so sick of waiting then go give y/n the letter instead."

gojo has a revelation in that very moment.

***

the first time gojo satoru gives you a love letter, he's all nerves and jitters because he spent the majority of the school night creating this stupid letter. he throws away draft after draft, cursing over every little mistake he makes with the reasoning that this had to be perfect.

the homework he had to do that night lay discarded.

call him silly, really, you should call him a fool for spending all night on this, drafting some message that you'll probably cringe at, but he approaches you the next day with a thumping heart. the day when you agreed to meet at the dog cafe.

he meets you outside your house and not too long after, you appear, all dressed in your favourite outfit.

as you approach, tou notice the envelope in his hands. it's crisp, clean and definitely one of gojo's standard. wonder who gave it to him and what's inside.

"hey," you greet him with a quick hug, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. gojo returns the favour, "thanks for offering to drive."

"no problemo. always happy to be at a pretty person's service."

you ignore his last statement, "ready to go?"

"sure, i just have something for you first."

he hands you the envelope wordlessly, accompanied by a little smirk (that expertly masked the way he felt inside) and your brows furrow in confusion. it's not until you turn it around that it dawns upon you, the penmen-ship, the way it's your nickname that only gojo calls you scribbled on the front with a little heart that's so messy yet so him- you almost want to throw up from how fast your heart is racing.

"this isn't what i think it is, right?" you muttered, holding up the letter between two fingers, "please tell me it's not what i think it is."

gojo feels his heart sink to the ground.

"this looks like a love letter and it's so nice so if i open it and you turn out to be pranking me i am going to go home and never speak to you again-"

"what? of course it's a love letter? i didn't spend all night making that for you to doubt my feelings for you!" he clenches his chest in faux-pain, "how dare you! breaking my heart dressed so prettily. you know how many people would love to receive a letter from me? i bet nanami would be more grateful-"

you cut him off with a laugh, closing the distance as your hands reach up to cup his face. you wonder if he can hear how loud your heart is hammering and gojo wonders if you can feel how fast his heart is thrumming underneath your fingertips. "you really are something else, 'toru."

gojo softens- lovestruck, if you will, absolutely enchanted at the way you’re smiling at him so gently that he feels like he’s on cloud nine. but if he has to stare at your lips for one more second then he just might break, “are you gonna kiss me senseless or am i gonna have to do it?” asks gojo.

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojou satoru x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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n0ct0urn1quet · 2 years

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i think one of tha cutest things is when my gf n iare talking n she keeps falling asleep while we're talkign,,,,,,,,,,,, like girl u are so sleepy just Go To Sleep ill tuck u in n everything,,,,,,,,,,,so eepy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

#sooooooooooooooooo eepy seepy n its jus so cute #shes just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cute :]#canot wait for when we're talking n she leans on my shouldr n im jus talkin n talkin all while she jus fel aseep on my shouldr jus #listening to me talk <:] idk thas jus a sweet thing to think about #but also like i get why shes falling aseep.............shes so seepy...............s been a Long Week #first day of school for her was on monday n its jus been . rough! very rough #but idk im proud of her for makign it to friday. idk if shes gonna choose to switch to online bc that mite be the best option for her but #m proud of her for jus geting thru tha week . verey proud <:] shes very ebic...........#shes my scrimbly!!!!!!!!! ebic girlf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so shaped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just lov her verey much...................#ime tucking her in n giving her a beeeeeeeeg kisy on tha forhed . scronching her hair n going schrhchshchsrhr n snuglying her :]#cause !!!!!!!!! shes my beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my scribly bimbly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wife :]#idk when she'll see this but peppr if ur reading this in the morning or while ur at school i hop ur havign a goode day !!!!!!!!#or if ur reading this befor school then i hope u hav a goode day !!!!!!!!! SDJHJHDJHG........#but fr i lov u very much hony <:] i care u...... u my wify.............. my beloved........ my scrimblty <:]#*mmmmmmmweeh*................kis for ........... wife <:]

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stellagibs0ns · 1 month

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Bedelia injured. More specifically after the police came to interrogate her on Hannibal's whereabouts in Florence. They attack her in a very.."men being men" way. A serious injury. Or maybe bruised and agitated . And she's trying to play it cool. Trying to tell Hannibal she got clumsy and injured herself doing this, or doing that. And Yeah. Basically, I crave Angst 😞

angst & hurt/comfort my absolute BELOVED

thank u for the ask this is such a good one!!

not super heavy as far as content warnings go but obviously there’s a bit of violence described!

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The door closes with a click, and Bedelia immediately stiffens. A slow exhale when she remembers that the door was locked. The only person with the key is Hannibal.

“Bedelia?” He calls out, his voice echoing through the apartment.

She emerges from the bedroom, her usually stony expression akin to that of a wounded lamb.

“Hannibal,” she replies, her voice as even as she can manage. As though her tone of voice alone would draw his attention from her bruised cheek and split lip.

She notices the way he bristles, the way his eyes turn steely and sharp. For a moment, she wonders if he’s displeased with her. With the state she’s in. However, the way his exhale falters and shakes tells her otherwise.

He steps towards her the way one would approach a bleeding deer at the side of the road. She sets her jaw, and inhales. Hannibal’s hand settles on the side of her face, and instinctively, she leans into it. His thumb runs over the bruise, and she closes her eyes to suppress the wince.

“I was…clumsy,” she says, her voice thick in her throat. “I slipped in the bathroom. Hit the cabinet on the way down. Nothing lasting, but I suspect it’ll be a nasty bruise.”

She lets the words hang between them, and she knows very well Hannibal won’t buy it. She’s learned that if he believes your lie, he’s onto you. There is no way around the truth with him.

“You know very well how I value honesty, Bedelia,” he says, his thumb grazing her split lip.

Her throat burns as tears threaten to spill past her eyelashes. She refuses to cry. When she followed him to Europe, and when she let herself be loved by him, she swore that she would be strong, and logical. Emotions would not cloud the reality of their situation, no matter what they feel for one another.

“Yes, I do,” she says, her voice cracking slightly.

She’s shaken from her earlier run-in with la polizia, and quite terribly. She’d stuck beautifully to their story when they asked her about Hannibal Lecter.

“I’m sorry, I’m unfamiliar with the name,” she’d said, praying to a merciful God that her expression didn’t let on.

Needless to say, that answer had not been sufficient. Bedelia had stood by it without faltering, even when her head had snapped to one side and the burning sting of a collision had settled into her jaw.

Men do not play nicely, and they do not play fair. They throw their toys and kick and scream. The police are no different, and she had not expected them to be.

She has been hit before. The sensation was not unfamiliar to her, but somehow, a wedding ring gave this man a heavier hand. She’d felt the blood trickle from her lip, crimson and thick. She stuck to her story. Bedelia had no intention of betraying the man she loves, come hell or high water. God help her.

She is brought out of her reflection when Hannibal’s fingers circle her wrists. Finger-shaped bruises encircle her delicate skin, and Hannibal meets her eye. He is not displeased, he is irate.

“And these?” He asks, holding her wrists as though they were fine porcelain. “Also a product of your clumsiness?”

She swallows. She knows what he’s asking her.

“I didn’t give them a thing,” Bedelia tells him truthfully. “I couldn’t have, even if I’d wanted to.”

Even if she hadn’t been protecting him out of love, giving him up would be a death sentence for her. If she’d sold him out, she’d surely hang alongside him.

“Did you want to?” He asks after a moment of silence, bringing her wrists up to the light.

She almost laughs. Foolish man.

“No.”

A silence falls between the two of them before he grazes his thumb over her bruises. His mind is working at an incredible speed.

“Bedelia,” he starts, clearing his throat. “Did they—“

“No. They did not.”

She understands very well where he was going with that. They had been vulgar, aggressive. Demeaned her, humiliated her. But nothing more.

Her throat had burned as innuendos and insults flew, but she would not be broken down by a man. Certainly not by men such as the officers who showed up at their door. Ignorant, violent, egotistical.

“And you’re certain it was the police?”

“Do you think I would’ve let them in if I’d thought otherwise?”

“No. I do not.”

Hannibal draws her close, and for a moment, she flinches. His chin rests atop her head. She fights the urge to fall apart in his arms. She has to be stronger than this if she intends on being with him.

“And their names?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Why?”

“You know perfectly well why.”

“No.”

Hannibal draws back, and he brings her wrist to his lips. He kisses the bruises, as though he could heal them through sheer willpower alone.

“You were mistreated, Bedelia. Appallingly so. And what kind of husband would I be if I were to let these men go without punishment? I believe that any man who turns his hand on a woman isn’t worthy of his life. I’d like for you to trust me when I tell you that no man who puts his hands on you will avoid paying the price. Now, if you’d be so kind, I’d like their names.”

Bedelia swallows thickly. She recalls the way they’d leered, and grabbed. The way they’d insulted her, the way the strike had pierced the quiet of the room.

“Giordano. Arcuri.”

#hannibal lecter #bedelia du maurier #hannibal #bedannibal #hannidelia #hannibal x bedelia #my fics #answered asks

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roseworth · 10 months

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im a little sick rn so im sorry if this doesnt make sense or sounds like the ramblings of a crazy person. but every once in a while i see people say that teen titans 2003 completely butchered rose's character and while i think thats true i feel like its also important to mention that. tt03 completely defined rose's character. dgmw she had plenty of good appearances beforehand (titans 99 rose my forever beloved) but teen titans IS her character

like she had showed up in deathstroke comics and mostly either didnt have much of a personality or was experiencing a lot of emotions given that she was having the worst week of her life so its hard to pinpoint an actual personality from that, then in titans she was a fun character but was entirely a side character that didnt have a lot to do. she was on two titans teams before tt03 but never went on a mission (unless u count that one ww issue she was in). not to mention her entire relationship with slade was "hes just kinda the guy that impregnated my mom then indirectly got her killed" so she didnt like him but she also didnt care all that much

but tt03. usually when geoff johns butchers a character he doesnt really give a reason for why their personality is different, but with rose there is a very clear explanation. in #0.5 despite its problems (mischaracterizing lili in the one (1) panel she appeared in and giving rose the. sigh. foster parents.) she was pretty much the same she had been in deathstroke comics, where she was a mostly average person with mild violent tendencies. then wade (same guy that killed her mom) came and murdered her foster parents in front of her, she was very obviously angry and was having a VERY emotionally charged moment. she was angry at the titans because they were the closest people nearby in that moment, then she wasnt angry at slade because he was the one handing her a gun to let her take her revenge. so we very clearly see what made her feel like slade was her only resort, then in issue #12 they say that slade is using the super soldier serum on her to keep her there. so everything is laid out pretty clearly. then ofc when she joins the team in #34 its pretty obvious that her personality is gonna be different bc shes just gotten out of being forced to work with slade against her will, then put on the teen titans where she feels like no one but eddie actually wants her there, but she cant leave because she thinks slade will find her again. shes angry and hurting and her life has been fundamentally changed

basically idk. tt03 shaped most of her personality, her relationship with slade, and her general outlook on life and actually gave a reason for why so much was changed. and before that she had been a pretty minor character, so teen titans gave her a chance to actually. be a character with motives. so while she is a different character in tt03 (though i'd also argue that she has a fairly similar personality in the deathstroke comics she'd been in) i dont think its entirely true to say that it was BAD for her character

#given that shes one of deathstrokes kids i dont think she would've faded into obscurity without tt03 or anything #but she definitely would be a completely different character #i hate to give geoff credit but. the foundations of her character to this day are nearly entirely his doing #along with a bit of sean mckeever given that he was the one to really define her stance on killing #but i have VERY complicated feelings on what he did with that #given that i like her having grey morals and doing a bit of killing #but it also bothers me that she had a really good moment where she chose not to kill someone #and she never killed anyone after she got off the serum until mckeever came #then he had her like. suddenly being more murderous #so he backtracked on her morals AND she was starting to get along with the team and he backtracked on that too #but again. so much of that defined a big part of her character so i cant be too mad ig #rose wilson #dc

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I am frothing at the mouth at your little lmk and ninjago doodles!!! They’re so shaped!!!! Especially Red Son and Cole my beloved boys <3 just the way you do Red’s hair it’s so FLOOFY and Cole looks so sweet and adorable my eyes are blessed whenever I see your creations

HEHE THANK U FOR ENJOYING VERY SWEET VEYR NICE HAVE SOME FLUSTERED BOYS

#talking to a ghost #k1ngtok1

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joeybaboo20 · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes (Again) (SHIPPING EDITION)

Caleo:

Leo: Are we fighting or flirting? Calypso: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Leo: Your point?

Leo: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Calypso: Peonies, why? Leo: Calypso: Were you going to get me flowers? Leo: Calypso: Leo: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Leo: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Calypso : I wrote you a poem. Leo, already crying: You did?

Leo: How do I tell Calypso that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

Solangelo:

WIll: I’m in love with you. Nico: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. WIll: I know. Nico: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

WIll: Are you ready to commit? Nico: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Nico: Bro- Will: No, no, hold up, rewind. Will: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Will: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Nico: What- how? Will: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Percabeth:

Percy: I think I'm falling for you. Annabeth: Then get up.

Annabeth: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Percy: Oh. We're going out? Annabeth: Wh…

Annabeth: Is something burning? Percy, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Annabeth: Percy, the toaster is literally on fire.

Percy: Wow, Annabeth, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Annabeth: We literally slept together yesterday. Percy: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Frazel:

Hazel: I love you. Frank , not paying attention: What was that? Hazel: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Hazel: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet? Frank: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Hazel: No, like, U R A Q T. Frank: Awwww!

Frank, to Hazel: We had a date! Hazel: aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book

Frank: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? Hazel: Aww- Frank: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Jasper/Jiper (Platonic):

Jason: Dearly Beloved, we are here today to remember Piper, taken from us in the prime of life; when they were crushed by a runaway semi, driven by the Incredible Hulk. Piper: Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death.

Jason: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen. Piper: That’s a snake.

Piper: I feel so burnt out. Jason : Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Piper: Are you gonna… assassinate me? Jason : Well not if you’re expecting it.

Jason : Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for the cats? Piper: They need to learn how to protect us.

Jason : Hey, @Piper, when you wake up you're legally obligated to agree with me. Piper: But I don't….. Jason : I don't see why that should be my problem??

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