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Reblog for larger sample size. Feel free to indicate in the comments your generation, approximate region of residence, your length of experience with fan fiction, or when/where you first encountered these terms.

#i'm 30 years old #i'm literally in that cusp of fanfic sites JUST going up when i was younger #i'm in the us #i've been reading/writing fanfiction since i was 12 years old #and i knew those terms were basically the level of sexual content #lowkey missed when those terms were widely used bc i barely see them used as such anymore

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𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣, 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝

Based on this scene from The Huntsman: Winter’s War

#self reblob #i was watching the movie again

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She was dying for my affection But she got mad 'cause I didn't give it to her I'm talking to you

#gpose #shuri #shuri fontaye #shuri angura #caption: maria #i don't fw justin bieber tracks normally but the layered version of maria is a bop

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#gpose #shuri #shuri fontaye #shuri angura #old screenshot

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BENCHMARK GALA I LOVE YOU

#*slams hands on desk* GALALALALALALALA

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How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

Shuri treats her own injuries, her partners' injuries, and children's injuries herself. If she has to seek medical care from someone else, she will; but she would definitely try to tend to the injuries of her household herself.

#moonie answers

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26. How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

Shuri was raised to be polite, so she is very, very polite and always minds her manners and etiquette. The only time she gets disrespectful is if she is disrespected in turn (though heavens help anyone who disrespects her in front of her romantic partners).

#moonie answers

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How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

Shuri is very patient, so it takes a lot to annoy her.

When she does get annoyed, though, she gets very stoic and gives the cold shoulder. If the source continues to pester her, she will react in a very aggressive fashion.

#moonie answers

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40 OC Development Questions - Part 2

My previous 40 question ask game has been picking up notes again, and you know what? I love making up these questions so much that I made more. Because why not.

Have some uncommon questions to help with developing your original characters! Feel free to send in some asks with some numbers–pick an oc, or I’ll pick randomly~

How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?

Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?

How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?

Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?

Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?

What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?

How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?

How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?

If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?

Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?

How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?

What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?

What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?

How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?

How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?

What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? On their tiptoe, the sides or heels of their feet? How loud are their footsteps?

If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?

How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?

How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?

Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?

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woodland warden

#gpose #shuri #shuri fontaye #shuri angura #shuri but as elf

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

#moonie answers

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𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽

I still have Gojo brainrot and wanted to write using a premise based on my fic that I still need to update and an idea of this being canon-ish to said fic that I wrote in my oneshot When I Dream of You.

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It felt good, in a way, to be able to see everyone he lost again. His victory was short-lived, but he couldn't ask to go out in a better way.

The sounds of a plane taking off vibrated from outside as Satoru reclined in his seat beside Suguru. Yu and Kento were talking in the seats behind them, adding to the ambience of chatter despite that they were the only souls in this pristine, quiet airport.

Satoru honestly expected more noise, considering how many sorcerers had been lost throughout the years. Perhaps, though, this dream was only for the people he cared about.

People. Yet there was one person he didn't see ever since he arrived here.

As if sensing what Satoru was thinking, Suguru spoke, "You won't find her here."

Turning his head toward Suguru, Satoru peered at his best friend from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. "What do you mean?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat as feelings he wasn't sure to feel rattled him. Was it relief or sadness?

"Sana," Suguru answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world who Satoru was looking for. "She's here, but you won't find her here."

Here, but not here. Did that mean that she was--

Before he even knew it, Satoru was already on his feet and running for the gate. His heart was beating violently within his chest, his pulse thrumming in his ears, the sound of his footfall thundering in the seemingly endless, empty hallway that stretched before his eyes. The three years of his youth that was his happiest spent with his best friend, his comrades, and the girl he...

The girl he...!

I never told her, was the regret that repeated like a prayer in his mind as Satoru prayed to whatever god awaited them on the other side that she hadn't gone yet, that she was still here, that she was still waiting--

The boarding gate was devoid of any person's presence as Satoru's frantic sprint slowed to a step. His breathing labored, sweat trickling down his temple, blue eyes searching every corner within his vicinity, the increasing sensation of loss and regret beginning to dull his senses and choke him.

There was no way. She couldn't already be...

The beginnings of his thoughts were halted by a hand tapping his back, causing him to still. That gentle touch, he could recognize it from anywhere...

"Satoru." Sana's voice greeted him in the stillness all around them, gentleness in her tone.

Satoru spun around so fast that he nearly became dizzy, blue eyes widening behind his sunglasses as he gazed at her with an emotion akin to shock and relief.

Sana looked no different than when he last saw her in Shibuya: raven curls falling loosely to her waist, obsidian eyes that seemed to shimmer like the night sky, and a white sundress. Her expression was soft with concern, but she made no move to touch him.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Satoru decided to break that tension by lifting his right hand to touch Sana's cheek, his fingers caressing the soft skin. He watched as Sana's lashes fluttered at the contact, that her breath caught in her throat. "I didn't expect you to get here so soon," she mumbled, sadness now weighing her voice down.

"I didn't expect you to be moving on already before..." Satoru bit his tongue, cursing himself internally. Was he still such a coward that he couldn't tell her? Was his pride worth this?

If Sana noticed his hesitation, she didn't press. She was always so good like that to him. "I thought you'd be getting here after battling old age or something," she said, her dark eyes focusrd on him. "Outliving the rest of us because you do what you want. But I guess doing what you want got you here, right?"

"Going out to old age is definitely not the way I wanted to go," replied Satoru, his hand dropping from Sana's cheek. "I went out after a battle. I had fun fighting someone strong."

"Was it quick?"

"Barely felt it."

Silence hung between them, so many unspoken words remaining thus. The words Satoru wanted to say were burning on his tongue and yet, all he could muster next was...

"You talked to Suguru yet?"

Sana nodded, her expression becoming solemn. "I did. I told him what happened when I died."

"How did it...?" Satoru murmured, feeling his hands curl into fists. If he hadn't been sealed, then maybe...

"Sukuna." Sana's answer was soft, but swift. "After I tried to stop Mimiko and Nanako from making a deal with him and he killed them. I tried to avenge them and...well, as you see, here I am."

Her expression was still so somber, so unlike the girl who would smile for him eleven years ago. So unlike the girl who managed to not only fascinate him, but steal his heart also.

And she died alone, trying to save the teenaged girls from Suguru's group. That notion was what ignited something raw inside of Satoru.

"If anyone should have died of old age," he whispered, his jaw set, "it should have been you."

Sana shook her head at that, a faint smile on her lips. "I made my bed and I have lain in it, Satoru," she replied, before looking to the gate behind him. "I'm ready to accept what comes now."

Satoru's hands were on Sana's shoulders before he even realized it, but he refused to lower them. "No. Not yet," he insisted, his voice firm. "Do you have any idea what your death meant? Did you even understand that you broke your promise to me?"

Sana's obsidian eyes widened at that. Satoru knew that she remembered just from that expression. Before she had vanished with Suguru back then, Sana had promised that she would never leave Satoru's side. They made that promise so easily back then.

Satoru squeezed Sana's shoulders tightly, his eyes narrowing. "Finding out you died before I could even talk to you again..." he forced out, the words becoming harder and harder to say. He was never a man to mince words, yet he was hesitating because of her. "Did our friendship mean so fucking little to you?"

"Of course it didn't!" Sana's voice cracked, her eyes beginning to sheen with unshed tears. Her obsidian eyes trembled with whatever emotion she gripped so tightly inside of her heart. "Our friendship was everything to me. Those three years we were at Jujutsu High are my most cherished memories. But it had always been more than friendship to me, Satoru. Something I told myself to never say out loud because you never looked at me that way."

Satoru was speechless. He never looked at Sana that way? Did she really...

"Sana," he began, his voice dropping just slightly. "There's no way you really think that, do you?"

When Sana's obsidian eyes widened, Satoru pulled her close to him in a tight embrace, one hand resting against the back of her head. "You're so stupid sometimes, Sana. You know that?" he muttered, barely able to keep a laugh from his voice despite the seriousness of their conversation. "You really think I never looked at you like that? Even after all this time?"

Sana drawing a shaky breath as realization dawned on her only had Satoru tighten his grip on her. "There wasn't a time I stopped looking at you like that. I just never told you," he added in a soft voice. "I never got the chance to tell you."

The silence between them was heavy, lasting for a few beats of their hearts before Satoru felt Sana bury her face against his chest, her hands raising to grip the back of his shirt tightly. He could feel her inhale once, twice, before her breathing became arrhythmic and he could hear her beginning to sob.

His grip tightened. "Sana--"

"You have the worst timing, Satoru." Each syllable that left Sana's lips was weighed by each sob leaving her. "You want to tell me this when we're both--"

He couldn't help himself; Satoru let out a laugh, pulling back and cupped Sana's face, pressing his forehead against hers. "Yeah, I guess I do, don't I?"

Sana half-laughed and half-sobbed before lifting her hands to gently grasp at his. "You absolute jerk."

"Yeah, guess I'm that too."

"Were you always this nonchalant?"

"I'm surprised you're just now realizing it."

Shaking her head in response, Sana lowered Satoru's hands from her face before meeting his gaze. "So? Did you make your decision?" she asked softly.

Satoru was silent for a moment. His choice, only two options: north or south. To move forward or to go back. He knew that was what Sana was asking him.

"My decision was made long before I got here," he answered, the self-assurance so very like him.

He gripped her hand tightly in his before tugging her behind him to lead the way back to the lobby. So don't wander too far away from me this time, he thought, the warmth of Sana's hand in his so familiar, so...normal.

So where it belongs.

#moonie writes #jjk #satoru gojo x oc #satoru x oc #gojo x oc #oneshot

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why do we have butt cheeks i dont understand why did we evolve this way

what use do butt cheeks have 

#THIS IS THE ASS OF A KILLER BELLA #I'M SCREAMING

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It's normal to wanna rewrite a chapter of a fanfic of your current hyperfixation after talking to a mutual about headcanons and such and it kind of did and kind of didn't change the trajectory of how I want the fic to go, right?

#moonie rambles

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Other Voice Actors: hey guys here's my obligatory social media presence (:

Other Voice Actors: thanks for supporting my project (:

Other Voice Actors: I'm going to pretend like the fandom doesn't exist for my own sanity (:

Cody Christian, the voice of Cloud Strife:

Homie showed up to the ship wars with a bat and is just taking out kneecaps.

#he voiced my mans Cloud and Cloud would not hesitate to roll up and take out kneecaps

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I think you are exceptionally good at conveying emotions in your characters

This makes me so happy because I worry I don't have their emotions showing in my writing enough

#moonie answers #ask game

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anonymously tell me what my specialty as a fanfiction writer is

#i guess you can base this on the stuff I've written