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kaywinchester · 2 years
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Racing
anon request: I've read all of your fics and I love them all! Can you please write a dean x sister fic where she is a literal toddler?Like dean and her are just playing and he unknowingly says something that he doesn't expect a toddler to get affected by? that makes her sad and she just runs and stays with sam. And eventually dean confronts her and talks to her? Maybe he could have said that they weren't buddies anymore (playfully of course) but the toddler sister takes it to heart?Thanks! Have a nice day byeeeew
Word Count: 716
Dean’s age- 19 Sam’s age- 15 y/n’s age- 5
A/N: a little au setting where the winchesters grow up with a little sis on the road :3 also hello! I know it’s been a while, I have a few requests to work on and I feel bad I haven’t gotten to them yet but ya know, life lately. Hope everyone is doing well! :)
“Deeean, Deeeaann!” y/n’s little voice echoed through out the room.
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin on?”
“Can you play horsies wifth me?” y/n asked sweetly as she held up her toys.
Dean sighed “Yeah, c’mon let’s go ahead.” He sat down.
Having a toddler in the Winchester’s life wasn’t always easy. Sam and Dean wouldn’t trade their little sister for the world, but to have John always in and out during the weeks and leaving y/n in the care of her brothers wasn’t fair to them. 
“Okay, you can be this brown horsie wifth white spots.” y/n held out her plastic toy horse in Dean’s face.
“Wow, this one has really soft hair!” Dean said with a little over excitement. 
“She does, the farmers brush her haiwr every day.” y/n smiled. “Okay, let’s go wriding now.”
“Giddy up horsey!” Dean said as he controlled the toy horse next to y/n’s 
“Dee, no. I have the faster horse, you can’t go in front of me.” y/n put her hand in front of the toys. She always liked to have some sort of order to her playtime, a sense of control which she probably got from Dean. 
“Well I’m older, so my horse is gonna be a little bit faster.” Dean sighed.
“Nuh uh! I have the black horse, like daddy’s car and it’s way faster.” y/n argued.
“I guess we can’t be friends anymore if you think you’re gonna beat me in this race kiddo.” Dean joked. 
Y/n paused and looked at Dean with serious puppy eyes. “You said we’ll always be fwiends.”
“I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” Dean shrugged.
y/n dropped her horse and stood up with tears forming in her eyes. Dean looked up and saw that y/n took him seriously. “N-n-no, y/n/n....”
She walked away to look for Sam who wasn’t anywhere in the motel room, which meant he was outside doing homework on the picnic table as he normally would if it was a nice day.
y/n wasn’t tall enough to look out the window, instead she reached up and turned the doorknob with both hands and spotted Sam outside. Dean was quick to watch her movements as he didn’t want to let her out of his sights. He watched as she ran to Sam who spotted her troubled face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam hunched over to her level, looking like she was about to start crying.
“Dee s-said I’m not his fwiend anymore.” she said through staggered breaths, looking up to Sam.
He lifted her up onto his lap and glanced towards their motel room to see Dean standing in the doorway with a frown. 
“What do you mean? Dean will always be your friend.” Sam reassured as he fixed the hair that was in her face.
“Does that mean you’re not my fwiend...” y/n hiccuped.
“No, no. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Sam sighed. It was these moments that he tried to be the best brother he could, he and Dean both. It wasn’t fair to y/n to have to rely on both brothers like parents. 
They each had their own lives to focus on but they knew their situation was different because of unfortunate circumstances. So they did their best to be there for their little sister.
Dean walked over to a grumpy looking y/n. “Sweetheart, I was just joking. You know we’re best buds, right?”
“You’re not vewy funny.”
Sam gave a snarky look to his brother, who shot back at him with an eye roll. 
“You’re right on that one, I’m not very funny.... But, I’m sorry kiddo, can I have a hug?” Dean pleaded.
“Do you pwomise? You’re my fwiend forever?”
“I promise y/n/n.” 
y/n held out her pinky. “I pinky promise too.” Dean smiled. “Now how bout you get back in there, you have a race to win!”
y/n giggled and hopped off Sam’s lap after he placed a kiss on her head, almost forgetting completely what had upset her in the first place.
Sam watched her run back to the room with excitement to resume playing. “You know she’s gonna be the boss when it comes to her horses.” Sam laughed, turning his attention back to his book.
“I won’t overstep next time....” Dean smirked as he turned to follow y/n back inside. 
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tinyfantasminha · 2 years
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forehead kisses hhhh
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as a new JRWI fan, what the fuck do you mean that riptide is still on going and is only on hiatus?? this might actually be the best day of my life
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viciouslyfilthy · 1 year
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@dragonskxn from HERE!
When she said 'transformation', Maxwell was expecting something small- like a simple pair of wings so...his shock and the few steps back he took were understandable as he was presented with a whole dragon instead.
He clutched his book tightly to himself, he swore if he could he would've shoved it right inside his toracic cavity.
"you're-" he said in a breath, before interrupting what he was going to say as he fell.
Poor Max didn't even see that root sprouting from the ground, probably from some overgrown tree nearby, until he tripped as he took another step back and ended up falling on his ass, dropping his book to to his side.
"Oof.." well, that was miserably awkward. Talk about good first-impressions.
"Sorry- ah.." he dusted off his hands and coat tails, though he remained on the ground, sitting. His joints would complain if he attempted to get up on his own.
"Clumsy me...now it makes sense why you'd find a dragon church comforting..."
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jrueships · 2 years
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are these posts supposed to correlate or are they separate answers
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ineffablefool · 2 years
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Is there anyone who was already following me before I posted this (if you come across this post somehow despite having never heard of me before then I’m sorry but this offer is not for you), and who would totally buy themselves dashboard crabs if it was an option, except actually the only option is to gift someone else with them?  I kind of like the idea of buying three or four people a day’s worth of friends.  Offer open until mmmmm let’s say Sunday July 17 2022, 9 PM Central US time, and then I get around to the gifting sometime in the following week.  Also offer void if something Exciting In The Bad Way happens IRL which makes it too risky or otherwise not doable for me (e.g. Tumblr gets hacked for people’s payment details, or a meteor lands on my house and reallocates my discretionary cash).  Also also if you are with me in the “eh the crabs are cute but I’m not super interested so I’ll pass” camp, then you automatically win one reminder that you are an important and irreplaceable and infinitely worthy human being, with the size, shape, or general appearance of your human corporation affecting these things exactly zero amount, no exceptions. 💜
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diversityvin · 2 years
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symptoms did not subside so I decided to go along with it. hi mutuals ^_^
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k00299141 · 8 days
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FINAL STORYBOARDS REDRAWN
We as a team, decided to redraw the storyboards in one consistent style this time. We used the combined picture storyboards to show the scenes, but our teammate Andrew redrew it all for us in his style.
I think it came out brilliantly, but after this, we discovered there were still more tweaks that had to be made.
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lord-pigeon · 1 month
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This game is really gonna make me choose between Megumin-flavored Itto or Saberface Dehya huh
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e-melanorhynchus · 2 months
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My daughter is doing numbers on Tumblr
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winsi · 3 months
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by @ winsi ⊹
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asdfghjklmals · 11 months
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IN CASE OF EMERGENCY✩༶‧˚
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GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 1.3k words. TAGS: adoptedkiddo!megumi x fem guardian!oc, nothing innappropriate.
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SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend has always been megumi's emergency phone call. AUTHOR'S NOTE: taken and inspired by the manga chapter where the kiddos spill coffee on satoru's shirt. please let me know if my tag makes sense for megumi and reader, i don't want people thinking this is is an inappropriate relationship! REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!
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“we are so dead”, megumi thought to himself as he stared at the coffee that was spilled on the white dress shirt in front of him. ijichi had left gojo-sensei’s brand new and freshly dry cleaned button-up shirt with them for a moment and nobara just had to spill coffee all over it.
“you’ve done it now, kugisaki.” megumi chastised her.
“this is gojo-sensei’s, right?” nobara asked her two partners, “okay, who’s really at fault here? ijichi, who entrusted us children to keep a freshly dry cleaned shirt safe… or me, who spilled a little tinsy winsy bit of coffee?”
yuji and megumi shouted in unison, “you are at fault!”
the students started to panic while trying to dab at the stain with napkins. “you gotta dab it like this… this is how my grandpa taught me to treat stains.” yuji told megumi and nobara. his tongue was sticking out, eyes concentrated while dabbing at the shirt. megumi looked defeated. it was like he was working with tweedle dee and tweedle dum.
yuji picked up the shirt and laid it out on the table. the coffee stains almost looked like a design. maybe they would be able to get away with it. gojo-sensei wore some interesting things, he wouldn’t question it.
“it could pass for marimekko.” yuji said. nobara agreed while looking at the shirt, “if you look at it in this light and angle…”
“that’s so insulting to the fashion industry.” megumi stated. he was raised by the satoru gojo and (y/n) (l/n), so he was aware of the fashion trends due to both of his guardians having a shopping problem.
“why don’t we just get him a new shirt? i bet it’s replaceable!” nobara suggested to the two, “fushiguro, look up how much this shirt costs!”
megumi took out his phone and started googling. his eyes widened in shock, gulping as he realized it was a prada shirt, “uh, guys… this shirt is $1800…” he showed yuji and nobara his phone. they looked at the price with disgust and despair.
yuji, asking in fear, “is that before or after tax?”
“does it matter?! we don’t have that kind of money! we’re high schoolers!” megumi shouted at them. he could feel the anger boiling in him.
“well, i’ll put in $900 since i was the one that spilled the coffee and you guys put in $450 each, does that sound good?” nobara suggested as she did the math begrudgingly. she definitely did not want to spend her play money on replacing her rich sensei's shirt.
the kids heard the dining hall screen slide open, eyes full of terror. megumi shoved gojo-sensei’s shirt into his jujutsu high uniform as he greeted his students, “mornin’! ijichi should’ve left you guys with something for me… uh, megumi, you good?”
“oh yeah,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “ijichi said he was going to give it to (y/n) instead!”
the way megumi stuffed the shirt into his uniform made it look like he had boobs. nobara and yuji held in their laughs behind their hands, megumi’s lie was the nail in the coffin for them. he wanted to punch both of them in their faces, he was so annoyed. he stormed out of the room and retreated to a hidden faculty closet to make an emergency phone call.
“so, to what do i owe the pleasure of my adopted son calling me?” you teased megumi. he would've just gone to your office if today wasn't your day off.
“i need a favor…” he mumbled.
“what happened, kiddo? are you in trouble?” you asked him with all teasing aside, concern in your tone.
“not exactly. nobara spilled coffee on one of gojo-sensei’s expensive shirts. can you help me get it dry cleaned before he finds out?” he explained the story to you. mama-(y/n) instincts picked up right away.
“bring it home, i’ll take a look at it. satoru doesn’t come home until 6:30 today.”
you had a very soft spot for megumi and tsumiki. if they needed anything, you were there for them in a heartbeat. realistically, you knew that satoru wouldn’t be upset about his shirt since he could just buy a new one anyway, but it was cute to see megumi all worked up about it. you chuckled to yourself in the kitchen as megumi hung up the phone. he'd be home in a flash.
later that day: the gojo/(l/n) household
“(y/n)-sensei, i’m home!” megumi called out to you from the foyer as he took off his shoes and grabbed his slippers.
the familiar scent of the apartment he grew up in brought him back to his childhood, it was nostalgic for him. it was a mix of your nectarine and honey blossom perfume and gojo-sensei’s spicy and woodsy cologne.
he reminisced about when you and gojo-sensei first got this apartment. he would watch tv with tsumiki after school while you and gojo-sensei hung out in the kitchen making dinner. mainly gojo-sensei would watch and bother you, but to megumi's surprise, both of you were decent cooks at 18. he missed when you would read bedtime stories to him and tsumiki, he liked to think you were the reason why he loved reading so much.
he walked over to the wall next to the bathroom where gojo-sensei measured his and tsumiki’s height every month until he turned 12. a soft smile formed on his face when he thought about how his sensei would include his spikey dark blue hair into his height to make him feel better about not being 6'3" like him. oh what he would do to be 12 again...
after living in the dorms for a year now and only coming home on the weekends, he sure missed you and the blindfolded idiot. he would never admit it, but he actually liked living with you two. he was grateful to have guardians like you and satoru.
“welcome home, kiddo. we missed ya'. and what did i say about not calling me sensei? it makes me sound old.” you smiled and hugged him tightly.
he grumbled as you ruffled his hair, “ugh. you just saw me yesterday...” megumi shook his head and fixed a couple pieces of his hair that your slender fingers displaced. he hated when you and gojo-sensei would do that, but he always let it slide because well… it was you and gojo. and believe it or not, he had a soft spot deep down for you two.
“where’s the shirt?” you asked as megumi took out the soiled shirt from his backpack.
“yikes, not the prada shirt…” you tried to hold back a laugh.
“can it be saved?” he asked eagerly.
“i don’t know, megumi. you might have to do chores for a whole year to pay this one off.” you joked with him.
you sighed, there was definitely no fixing this. you retreated to your bedroom to find your purse, megumi curiously wondering what you were doing. you rummaged through your purse to find your wallet, taking out your black credit card and handing it to megumi. megumi eyes widened, he knew what the black cards meant, he grew up with you and gojo-sensei after all.
“take my card. go buy a new one exactly like this. he’ll never know.” you whispered to him.
“are you sure? this is expensive. nobara suggested we all pitch in to buy a new shir—”
you hit megumi upside the head with a spray of water from your cursed technique, “go now. the idiot comes home soon!” you grabbed his arm and dragged him from the kitchen table to the foyer.
he smiled at you and turned to open the door, but before he left, he stopped.
“(y/n)?” he said quietly.
“yes, megumi?” you watched him as he looked over at you.
his hand left the doorknob as he ran to hug you quickly, “you’re the best.”
his embrace surprised you. you wrapped your arms around your adopted teenaged son and laughed. everyone knew megumi loved you more than he loved satoru. there was only one person that he would call in case of emergency, and it was you.
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tinyfantasminha · 10 months
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a very very silly boy hes being a very silly winsy goofy fluffball silly boy
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parasytte · 1 year
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Omg I got 2 scenarios
1) what if Ivan (yan!gamer) and reader knew eachother irl? Like reader is like gushing about this new player whos super nice and talking about their fun experiences with them and Ivan knows theyre talking about him but he still doesn’t have enough confidence to tell reader its him cause it might make things awkward?
2) its similar to the first one but instead of reader gushing about Ivan, its another player? Like Ivan overhears reader talk about this sweet person who likes the same things as them and is always flirty, funny and overall just a fun person to be with? Then ivan gets jealous and stuff?
going w number 2 because i <3 jealous ppl ,, changed ur ask just a teensy winsy bit ,, also not proofread
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it had become basically a routine now since you’ve got a new best friend - ivan.
everyday at a certain time of day, like clockwork, you’d call him and play a few games with him while talking about your day.
you really enjoyed this part of your day .. you might even say it’s your favorite part of the day - but do you know who enjoyed your little gaming/chatting sessions even more?
ivan.
every single day he’d sit at his gaming chair just staring at his pc. his leg would bounce at a fast speed while he picked at the skin around his fingers, waiting for your message.
his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest when a ‘ding!’ comes from his pc.
“hi !! i’m home now :))) wanna call and play ????”
ivan types so fast he misspells, “yws plessee”, as he hits the call button before the message can even finish sending.
you answer almost as fast as he called god his heart fluttered .. you must be just as excited to talk to him as he is to talk to you !!!! and he even though he’s heard your voice a million times ivan will never, ever get sick of it.
the call’s usually always begin the same, you guys say a quick ‘hello’ and decide what game to play then take turns talking about your days, but this call is different.
ivan can tell just from your voice what your feeling; no matter how good you are at hiding it, and today you clearly aren’t doing a good job masking the giddiness in your voice.
he can practically hear the way your trying to bite back the smile he just knows is on your lips. it makes ivan happy, too.
he smiles, “c’mon, what’s got you so happy today?” ivan asks.
you respond with a coy “nothing!” but ivan isn’t fooled. god, you’re so cute. what has you acting this way?
“i’m not stupid, y/n,” ivan says back, “tell me? pleaseee?” he begs. you roll your eyes at this and let out a laugh, unable to bite back your smile.
“okay, okay! i’ll tell you …” you take a moment to gather your words.
“there’s this person ..”
ivan’s smile drops.
“.. and their just ..”
his heart stops fluttering.
“… so amazing.”
his heart shatters.
all of a sudden, ivan isn’t so happy you’re happy. what the fuck do you mean “there’s this person” ? the happiness ivan felt before has now turned into red-hot anger and the butterflies that were once fluttering lively in his stomach have now turned into rage-filled locusts that are trying to tear their way out of his throat.
he’s so angry about this person that he hasn’t even noticed that you were waiting for his response.
“ivan? ivan, are you there?” your voice snaps him back into reality.
“.. huh? oh, sorry! my discord has been so glitchy today.” ivan lies through gritted teeth. “you said something about a person, right? tell me more about them!”
at this you go on and on about this person you’ve been talking too lately- about how their so sweet, funny, and just oh-so fun to be around! is he not enough for you? - and as outraged as ivan is, and how bad he just feels like breaking something .. or, better yet, tracking down that pathetic, sorry, low-life bastard that he can’t even find the words to describe, and give them what they deserve, atleast, on the bright side, the more you talk about this person, the more he knows about them.
and the sooner he can deal with this home-wrecker.
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cinefairy · 7 months
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Whenever I am reading about the law on Tumblr I feel like I can manifest anything and that its so easy, but then when I try to apply I get so many questions about if I am doing it correctly again and that this is gonna be hard to do, how can I stop thinking like this?
thats because when blogs write about the law (most of the time this does not apply to every single loa blog) they write about it like it IS the most easiest thing in the world, like it is a flawless execution.
thats because they dont include their struggles, hell even i struggled today. i struggled yesterday too. im learning. im a human, im not gonna always tell u guys my struggles because its highkey none of your business but anyways.
lets just be real with ourselves for a second. lots of us have encountered struggles when we tried to fulfil our desires have we not? has this road been perfect? probably not…are we probably still struggling a tinsy winsy bit from time to time? well ik i certainly am.
doesnt mean shit btw if you’re struggling and its okay to.
when applying its so much different from actually reading, when u read that post saying everything is possible and everything is perfect and you’re perfect you get that rush, you get that excitement and everything feels good and happy until you actually decide to do it and you start feeling stupid, or you’re feeling like you’re doing something wrong or you’re missing an element or you’re just too aware of yourself u start to feel uncomfortable.
and guess what, thats totally normal. even neville found it hard at one point to actually APPLY and do it himself. but in that moment where that does happen. treat yourself kindly first of all and take it slowly.
step by step you will get there, maybe itd be helpful to do edward art’s meditation as a starter i felt more assured following a meditation, because you’re just doing what theyre telling you. cant go wrong
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flowerbloom-arts · 3 months
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The Moomins are gone. Oh no, what are we gonna do?
Coming soon: The "All New, All Different Moomins", starring just the minor/side characters of the series, people's reaction ranging from "Oh I've seen them before" to "Who the heck is that?".
Featuring: Nadya the Russian Spy, Winsy the Hermulen, Alicia the teenage witch, Misabel the depressed maid, Mabel (Mrs. Fillyjonk's maid), Aunt Emma's Niece, Muffle, Vampire, Houska and Teety-Woo.
Just a funny concept I had in mind hehe. I thought about that weird period of X-Men books following the Inferno arc were the main cast was seemingly dead and a new cast of side characters was made.
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Sorry it took so long to answer your ask!!! I wasn't motivated to draw all those characters at once for the joke but then I thought I'd take the opportunity to just doodle them in class haha
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