#She's still made to resemble me but uhhh

[floydsteeth]

Oooohhh a ciel doodle page :0

#:3 #Ikepri oc #Oc ciel #ikepri modern au #ikepri #ikemen prince #Modern au #I've been thinking about her more thanks to you guys hahaha #It's kinda funny thinking about how much ciel evolved since her like #Conception I guess? #Like at first she was just a selfinsert #The name I used in ikepri cause I didn't want to use my own #And now she's a whole character #Not just me but fem #I mean she still technically is #She's still made to resemble me but uhhh #But whatever #:P #She's fun to draw #And I need to draw more of her & rio #Arsons art :P

[moralesmilesanhour]

"I was briefly a runway model."

Summary: uhhh you go to a small concert and bump into the artist after you know how it goes 🔥🔥

genre: first meeting. again. [CROWD BOOS]

wc: ~600-700

A/N: I wanted this to be longer but eh maybe next time. You get another drabble instead 👍🏾enjoy!

The odor of sweat and cigarette smoke choked the air as your friend gripped your hand amongst the swaying cluster of bodies.

You didn’t recognize the band she had taken you to see, a rare instance now that you visited the small venue every Friday night. There’s a young white girl with half-shaved blonde hair and peachy ends playing her heart out on the drums, a big pink sweater tied around her waist.

The main guitarist and frontman managed to be an even more colorful sight; he wore plaid slacks with patches woven into them, held up by a shiny spike-studded black belt. His bright red knee-high boots should’ve clashed with his attire, but the way he propped it up on a stage speaker to play a nasty riff made them go together. He was tall and lean, but there was a bounce in his walk that told you that he was likely closer to your age.

These guys must be new, you think to yourself.

He said something crude on his electric guitar, the sound coming out jagged and crunchy. Large wicks radiated from his head, blocking out the overhead stage lights as he made his way to your section. You could hardly make out his face as he stood directly above you with the light shining in between the gaps in his wicks, resembling something like an angel.

After the concert, your friend would swear up and down that he was staring directly at you as you left the venue.

The dim lights of the pub reflected off of the wooden interior. It gave everything a golden glow, including the mahogany skin of the young man sitting next to you. 

The wicks and pants instantly gave him away as the night's frontman. The improved lighting situation allowed you to stare in awe at his sharp cheekbones and deep-set, somber eyes. You also recognized him from somewhere. Before you could gather up the courage to ask first, he addresses you with a sidelong glance.

"I got something on my face?"

You jump, and this makes him burst into breathy laughter.

"Sorry," you smile timidly, "I just thought I'd seen you somewhere before." The man’s pierced brow quirks up. 

"Lots of places where you could've seen me. You're gonna have to narrow it down."

"It was a magazine. Editorial, or something. Have you ever modeled?"

"I have, believe it or not. For a time."

"You've certainly got the face for it," you said quietly. The man heard it anyway, judging by the smirk spreading across his lips, so you quickly change the subject.

"Where you from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, hm?"

You shrugged. "I just figured, lotta models are African."

"I think we're all African," he stuck a finger up in the air comically like a professor, making you snort.

"But...Haitian, if you've got to be specific about it."

Your eyes lit up.

“Oh shit, sak pase!”

Hobie chuckled. It was deep, and warm-sounding. Like an old friend.

“Nap boule. Can't speak much more than that, though.”

You leaned forward over the counter and started twirling the ends of your braids around your finger absentmindedly. 

“So, how’d you end up here? Having a pretty face must pay well.”

The man’s expression darkened for a moment. His tongue darted out to mess with the ring on his lip before his smile returned with less force than before. 

“Wasn’t for me,” he shrugged. “Didn’t pay too well, either. Had me scurryin’ around trying to catch a cab on an empty stomach at seventeen.”

You winced. “Yikes, sorry I asked.”

"It's all good," Hobie said. He watched you toy with your hair with a grin. 

"My face still comes in handy, though, for playing gigs."

"How so?"

"I get to meet pretty people like you."

-

Second hobie fic let's give it up for my second hobie fic whoooo

#hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #spiderman across the spiderverse #moralesanhour

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

I'm Clive, a normal academy student. Nothing more, nothing less.

Welcome to my SICK web page. I am Clive, a student at Naranja-Uva academy. I will not be posting my age, because that's "mad sketch" and not a safe use of the internet. But using people's preferred pronouns is "lit", so I will say that my pronouns are he/him.

I have joined Rotomblr on the advice of some of my BOMBASTIC friends. Fellow young students. Apparently many academy students use this website to discuss daily goings-on at the academy. And which of you are going into the Great Crater (which is NOT BASED).

And I want to share my daily YOLO moments too. Maybe I can spread some #Clivespiration with my team. (IGNORE THE IMAGE ON MY TRAINER CARD. I AM NOT SURE WHY IT RESEMBLES DIRECTOR CLAVELL AND IS MISSING MY STYLIN' POMPADOUR.)

Oranguru is my "best bro". We have been together for many years, but not that many. After all, I am clearly still in my student years. I have met many other "cray-cray" Pokémon on my travels through Paldea, as you can see on my (clearly mistaken) trainer card. I would be happy to discuss them in "asks". Or any concerns any students have about the academy. This account is always a safe space to discuss any bullying, harassment, or other challenging experiences you encounter during your time at Naranja-Uva. Because your friend Clive is a COOL GUY like that.

Also, remember to credit the artists who contribute to your wonderful posts, yo! My profile picture is by GOSSAN, for the TCG set "Shiny Treasure ex"! ...Even though I thought that was Penny who took it...

I'm also here. Hi. Penny. She/her and vee/veer/vees. I hack into... uhhh... "Clive's" account sometimes. In a friendly way. I'm usually just helping him make videos and other tech stuff he's a little too slow for, but feel free to ask me shit too... (OOC info below the readmore!)

~General unreality warning for this blog~

Hello. You all asked for it. So @aceoflilies (you may also know me as humming-pokemon-helpers) presents: Clive. (Okay, he's pretty obviously Clavell, but he's trying.)

Mod Ace (she/him) is an adult (21), happy to interact with anyone via asks, reblogs, DM's, etc. Any notes from mod will be denoted with //, or //OOC.

I'll mostly stick to canon here, but happy to interact outside it. Planning to stay mostly low-stakes here, but who knows. Clavell is the director of the biggest academy in Paldea after all.

Clive will generally deny any allegations of being Clavell. You can try, by all means, but he will not admit it. Might do some events where he's forced to answer stuff honestly, in which case I'll tag with #clavell mode.

Any posts made by Penny will generally be tagged with #hasta la vistar~* .

#clivespiration #intro post #pinned post #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokeblr #pokemon irl #real pokemon #pokemon clavell #pokemon clive #//i am both sorry and not sorry about the slang. #//it'll usually be a bit more toned down though.

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

Cielo design 💛

The boy is here! The most ever! The Fallen Star’s very own Starboy!

So I lied and don’t have the finalized designs for King Maggie or Queen Ams yet soooooo *throws confetti at you* take this Starboy reimagining in the meantime!

Eugh boy the name gave me trouble. I didn’t want to use Aster since that’s the name of a a couple popular Starboys already (@annymation/@gracebeth3604/ @mythartist21) and while the Greek name is cool, I wanted something a bit different.

SEE-EH-LO, for anyone wondering. He/they pronouns <3

I was heavily considering choosing Estrella and making Starboy a Stargirl, and then we’d have a gay romance. But this is supposed to be SOMEWHAT of a homage to early Disney. This may not be KoW, but… idk. Cielo is a gender neutral name. Literal manifestation of light. Go ahead and draw them as a female-presenting figure and it’s still TFS!canon~

Aaaaaaanyways. Here’s the actual rewrite!

First of all! Cielo is NOT the Northern Star! He’s a baby star like… in the bottom right

However, the Northern Star? Evangeline? Yeah, she’s gonna be in my rewrite

But Cielo is NOT her

For now I’ll just say Evangeline is sort of a mentor-figure to Cielo and leave it at that

So not all stars are wishing stars, and similar to Kingdom of Wishes, a wishing star is born when first wished upon

Once a wishing star fulfills their first wish, they become Stars (capital S), and are free to help anyone that needs it

The more wishes a Star fulfills, the more powerful they become

Idk maybe it’s like a Rise of the Guardians thing, where the more people that believe, the stronger your magic is

Sparkles and hope and glitter and shit

Until, as explained in my rewrite… the Stars grew bored and started simply granting wishes

Then people grew lazy and started demanding wishes

And all this belief made the Stars go overpowered

Basically it became Wonderland, everything coming true, kingdoms burning and villages destroyed

Yeah. So Magnus god rid of them eventually

Though who would suspect that it would be the king’s own daughter that would bring back his greatest fear?

Yep, Asha brought Cielo down

Not purposely, but even if she had done it purposely, she wouldn’t have chosen Cielo

He’s a little baby, a dwarf star maybe

Only ever gotten one wish in his life…

Huh never seen that before *side eyes KoW*

Personality traits

Optimistic

Very Anna-coded

Probably ADHD tbh (autism x adhd duo unite)

Stubborn

HE’S the quirky Disney princess

Although more Flynn than Raps

Backstory

Fuck around and find out

(And by fuck around I mean wait for my rewrite to come out bc I haven’t slept in two days and I’m too tired to articulate their story accurately)

Design

Due to popular demand, Cielo now has the Charlie Morningstar cheek thingies

Also @gracebethartacc got an ask about canon!Star being marketed with a star over their right eye so… vitiligo mark, anyone?

Yeah I don’t have many colored refs but basically Cielo’s star eye mark and cheek thingies turn into vitiligo marks when in their “human form”

Uh take this

Ye sort of like this^

Heart shaped face! His part is also supposed to resemble a “V” shape to make the top of the heart

My sister said they looked like Viva and I’m crying but too late to take it back

I guess they’re both Spanish? Ajdjajhsjajajs

Thin slutty waist. Imagine Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel bc Jeremy Jordan is Yes.

Like I’m obsessed with that wet cat of a character I’m thinking about Cielo’s voice being Jeremy

Although his younger VA days as like Varian would better suit Cielo…

ANYWAYS

Design by @mythartist21 save for the Trolls hair and cheek thingies! Those were my additions

Uhhh pointy ears, poofy sleeves

Idk is the star eye mark AND the cheek thingies too busy? Lmk and I’ll try to post a colored ref of that helps

#asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #the fallen star au #wish 2023 #human star #starsha #saph doodles #wish reimagined #wish disney #wish star #wish #star wish #wish concept art

[greenbeansartgallery]

Miracle of Chu Chapter 1: The Rise of the Indigo and Purple

Sig finds the Peacock Miraculous and makes a bug friend, things go downhill from there and a Moth heroine is born. AU: @greenysoliatre and @camirazone

Sig let out a yawn. This has been a tiring day and all he did was look to see if there's any new bugs he can find, being the season of summer with the cold being away bugs will come out and play but so far he had very little success.

Before he could call it a day and take a break, a shine of blue stopped him in these tracks.

Coming from his bug catcher net..

Wait, when did that get on his net?

To his disappointment, it was not a bug but a blue broach shaped like five segments of peacock feathers and a black teardrop at the bottom centre.

But at least it looked cool, it was blue and Sig liked the colour blue as it was the colour of the sky and the ocean. With no second of hesitation, he puts it on after taking it out and is met with a bright blue light causing him to shut his eyes to prevent them from being blinded.

As it subsided, a high pitched voice chimed "Hello~!"

Eyes now opened, floating before Sig was a deep blue creature resembling a peacock looking at him with a curious smile.

"Are you the one who found me?"

"Uhh.. I guess I did." The only response he can think of at this point.

Meanwhile in Primp Magic School, class was starting and everyone was present apart from one.

"Umm.. where's Sig?" Lidelle piped up as she took notice there was no sign of him anywhere. It really didn't take a detective to know where he went as everyone knew the answer.

"He's probably still doing his bug hunting. Surely he'll be back..?" Amitie responded with her hopes up. Sig has gotten a bit better keeping track of time, what's wrong with being a little late?

"Maybe one of us should go get him?" Carmen asked. "It's possible he might have fell asleep."

"Don't bother wasting your time, if he's absent from class, that's on him." Klug scoffed as he paid no attention to the disapproving scowl from the others.

Raffina found herself pulling a face at the notion that she does agree with his point.

"Maybe after school one of us could check up on him in case~" The gentle giant known as Tarutaru suggested but before anyone can reply, their one and only teacher Professor Accord arrives

"Hello, children, I hope you enjoyed your break because we have a pop quiz coming up." She greeted as she does an attendance count, everyone was here apart from Sig. Oh dear, she hoped he was alright. Marking him off as absent, Accord made a mental note to speak to him first thing tomorrow if he does make it. "Now time for the pop quiz~"

Back to Sig who couldn't really understand the little bird thing who introduced himself as the Kwa.. me? Kwami of Emotion, Duusu as the name of the bird was trying to tell him as they were panicking kind of like Amitie really when she stresses out. "There's something gone amiss and I really need your help, Sig! Please this is urgent!"

"What's gone a miss though?" All Sig could respond as this sounded too vague for him to understand.

"That's what I'm trying to find out but I can't do this alone, please help!"

"Okay, but how?"

Duusu then proceeded to go on ramble: "Well as I said before I am the Kwami of Emotion. I bestow powers to whoever wears my pin and turn them into a peacock themed superhero! The said power is to manifest people's emotions into creatures known as Sentimonsters."

Senti.. monsters? Sig suddenly became intrigued. "So I could make any creature as long as it's based on people's feelings? Even mine?"

"Yes, yes! But now's not the time! We need to start!" The Kwami of Emotion says flapping their arms frantically. "In order to transform, you just need to say "Duusu, Spread my feathers!" and if you want to detransform you say "Fall my feathers." Can you do that for me?"

Sig still confused as ever decided to go with what he has been given. "Okay.. uhhh..."

May as well give it a shot. "Duusu, spread my feathers, I guess."

And just like that the magic of the Miraculous began to do it's work as Duusu disappeared into the peacock pin and Sig felt an odd power surge through him. It felt great but at the same time so strange. In a sudden flash, he took a look at a nearby pond to see that his hair changed into midnight as his usual outfit transformed into a dark indigo jumpsuit with a blue tailcoat adorned with light magenta buttons and a five pointed tail resembling that of a peacock and dark blue gloves. The hood over his head having a feather straps with a magenta center on each side with three blue feathers. His blue and green running shoes were now high boots, the skin also dull indigo and finally his mismatches eyes came in two different shades of magenta.

With all this blue he's wearing the only superhero name he can think of is Sapphirus like his spell Sapphire.

He wasn't sure how to feel about this new look nor on what to do next. A hand fan that somehow appeared in his hands started glowing, more specifically the feathers on the fan did, giving him a hint on what to do. So on instinct, he plucks a feather.

With a clenched hand, the feeling of confusion turns the feather into blue and flings itself onto the butterfly net.

A dark blob appears taking the shape of an oddly shaped beetle three times his height. Sig couldn't help but take a moment to cheer as he made a new bug friend but the celebration was cut short as the beetle charges at him. On instinct he dodges out of the way and watches his new found bug friend running around the Nahe Woods prompting Sapphirus to give chase, leaving behind the net in the process.

"Wait, bug friend! Come back!" He called out hand reached out as he ran after his first creation. By the time he caught up the large beetle was ready to change at him again.

How can he make it stop?

Maybe a Puyo battle could calm it down-

Wait.. what's that beeping sound?

And suddenly in a flash, Sapphirus' form was reverted back into Sig who only had a second to react and catch the exhausted Duusu in his hands.

Wait what just happened?

"Ah, Sig! Incoming!!" The Kwami screamed as beetle charged causing the bug enthusiast to dodge the attack barely as he ended up flopping on the ground, Duusu encased on his hands in front of his head safely. Having the sudden lack of energy to get up, all Sig could do was watch as the beetle went on its way.

"Oh right, your Miraculous has a timer of five minutes anytime you use your powers and it turns you back after it hits zero.. oops." Duusu says sheepishly, slightly as they turn around to see that their holder isn't getting up.

"Coulda told me this sooner..." Sig drawled as the feeling of sleep takes over and the last thing he heard was his new friend crying out in confusion as he began to pass out.

Somewhere the town square of the resident shop where you can buy almost anything at your convenience run by the one and only Oshare Bones, the dapper skeleton, the door bell chimes indicating a customer has arrived. "Hello, Mr. Oshare!"

Hello, Carmen~!" Oshare Bones greeted as Carmen walked in to take a look at what she was looking to buy. "Just came back from school?"

"Hmm mmm, we had a pop quiz." She looked around the shop to see anything she could buy.

A couple of flower seed packs were a must have on her mental list. Mama mentioned she needed some to grow more Tulips as they were getting sold fast. Also some Hibiscus flowers sound nice to grow, it's the season after all.

After a few minutes of deciding what she wants, she places her would be purchases on the counter and gets ready to pay.

Before the platinum blonde knew it, her eyes caught a glimmer belonging to a small deep purple broach with a silver lining resembling a butterfly of some sort in a plain black wooden box sitting by the counter.

It was memorising as if it was calling out to her. "Oh hoo! Found something else to purchase as well? Carmen?"

Carmen snapped out of her trance and looked at the shop keeper and points at the broach.

"Oh that's just a broach I found while I was on a stroll, I thought it looked cool at first but it looked so UGLY when I brought it in so may as well put it up for sale."

For only a couple of silver coins? Aren't jewellery usually a bit more expensive than that? Carmen wanted to say aloud but choose to say something else. "Could I buy it then?"

"Buy all means, you're doing me a favour getting rid of the drab. That would be two silver coins."

And just like that Carmen handed the coins in favour of the butterfly looking jewellery with a thank you and took off. Oshare was kind enough to call her back in for the other items make her purchase to her relief and embarrassment.

While making her way back home, she couldn't help but stare at the box with fascination, it wasn't everyday Carmen would make such an impulsive purchase as she did, as she was taught better than that by her mothers, the importance of planning on what to buy, difference between a want and a need though a bit of self indulgence didn't hurt but it was rather fortunate it costed her a couple of silver coins.

What isn't fortunate however is that the lack of attention towards her surroundings had the winged student bumping into something causing her to stumble back, nearly dropping the box in the process and bringing her back to reality.

"Sorry-!" She began to apologise looking up and sees a rather shiny looking surface.. odd. She could see her reflection on there, kind of.. Taking a second to pat the surface with her hand, it felt smooth now where did she see and felt this before..?

Steps back and eyes went wide with astonishment, a giant sized beetle?! In the town square?! And why does she feel like she's in danger all of a sudden?

The massive beetle began to move causing her to jolt and make a dash for it only for the creature come at her with a charge with an alarming speed causing her to let out a scream in terror as she tries to outrun it but alas she throws herself to the floor to dodge it. Getting up with her heart feeling like it was burst out of her ribcage, Carmen sits up to see the beetle running around the square, she wasted no time running back home before it sees her, opening the door and shutting with a loud slam slipping to the floor with her back pressed again the door and hand clutching the box to her chest, gasping to regain her breath.

Thankfully Mama was there to see her though it took a while for the girl to explain as she went nonverbal and needed to calm down, eventually telling her mother about this large beetle attacking the town square, Carmen was advised to stay home until it's sorted out. Fleeing to her room, she plops on her bed to bury her face into the soft pillows for a second before looking at the broach one last time, as she opens the box once more and suddenly the broach began to shimmer and a small orb of purple light appeared out of it causing her to reel back into her pillows flinch at the sudden brightness as she watches the ball of light manifest into a small lavender creature with butterfly wings that have a long tail with a tip at the end of each lower wing and large dark purple eyes with a swirl of the matching colour on his forehead.

Doing a small polite bow, the creature begins to speak. "Hello, my name is Nooroo, the Kwami of Transmission. I know this must be overwhelming for you since we just met but I need your help!"

Carmen stay sunk into the pillows gasp and covering her mouth with surprise and adoration. He looked adorable! Wait.. what? Looking around a flock of glowing white butterflies made their acquaintance in her room, did they come from Nooroo?

She sits up properly and flaps her hands as Nooroo continued to ramble. "Wait, wait please slow down! What is it you need my help with?"

"Ah, sorry! It's just that it's very urgent. A great threat is here in Primp and it needs to be stopped before it could get worse. The Miraculous you're holding grants you the power to transform into a superhero."

"The miraculous.. the broach?"

Nooroo nods patiently as he watches Carmen take the time to process what he's saying to her and make a decision.

She stares at him before looking at the broach. A threat in Primp..? It had to be the large beetle creature that's attacking the town square maybe she can use the miraculous to stop it. But.. Did she really deserve the right to be called a superhero? After all she did buy the miraculous instead of earning it. She looked down away from the broach upon thinking about it.

But Nooroo needs her help. She'll just have to put in the hard work to make up for that, looking back at the miraculous then clutching it with eyes back at the lilac kwami, eyes hardened with resolve. "I'll do it, what should I do?"

Nooroo beams with delight at this and answers all of the questions she had in great gusto. Putting on the miraculous and standing up away from her bed, Carmen learns that she can create butterflies that can allow her to choose a champion to bestow a superpower onto based on their emotional state to aid her in combat and in order to transform she just needs to say;

"Nooroo, Wings Rise!"

She felt such power coursing through her as the glowing butterflies danced around her with purple light and Nooroo disappearing into the Miraculous. Carmen took a moment to look at the new change of appearance. A dark purple and indigo dress with the skirt resembling that of a butterfly wings and the fluffy top and collar kind of like a moth. The legs being indigo and periwinkle with purple heeled boots and matching gloves that reach up to near her shoulders. Her ponytail was now split into two braids and a large purple fancy hat with two feathers can be felt on her head and course a mask on her face.

Her wings feels different as well.. turning her head to see, what was once sparrow wings now turned into that of a butterfly or a moth, it was hard to see really. Nooroo mentioned having a superhero name. She sits down to think of one, it had to be good. Something memorable, something that feels right..

Butterfly and moth.. Sig some time ago mentioned an order of butterflies and moths but the name escapes her.. Taking a moment to find the notebook dedicated to his bug ramblings which the platinum blonde took a moment to look for, she searched to see if she still had that information written down.

Aha! There it is! She smiles with satisfaction. Lepidoptera.

She will be called Lepidoptera henceforth.

#puyo puyo #miraculous ladybug #Miracle of Chu AU #amitie puyo puyo #raffina puyo puyo #lidelle puyo puyo #tarutaru puyo puyo #sig puyo puyo #klug puyo puyo #Carmen #puyo puyo oc #tartar puyo puyo #nooroo ml #duusu ml #duusu #nooroo #accord puyo puyo #oshare bones #dapper bones #puyo #puyo puyo au

[sleep-nurse]

More himawari questions (I have exams. I'm not able to ask much so I'm sorryyyy)

- what's her favorite food?

- is she autism?

- when himawari was being made, like as an experiment, what purpose was she originally made for?

- How many failed attempts did it take to make himawari as she currently is.

- what was the uhhh... doctor guy, human himawari's father like? (I forgot the name.)

- how would himawari interact with vflower?

- how are vflower and himawari like? (Friends, strangers, besties, or however they are)

WAUGHHGHUUHGHUG ITS OK DWWWW HERE COMES THE BRAINROT SO

-himawari's favourite food is a bit tricky (much like me ngl) but i think rice is probably the easiest choice! she has a sweet spot for many sweets and almonds too although they make her intestinal issues much worse COUGH COUGH

-ngl i think she is very Autism considering how i am probably also autism but also like. her brain is literally being held by this shitty ass engine how else is she not autism

-hima wasn't being made as an experiment BUT there was an initial prototype that i'll go into the next question! the original ''purpose'' was to just find a way to re-animate himawari's dead body somewhere else because she died so young and there was the opportunity to make it happen with the hospital's project

-OK SO this is interesting and there's. so much more info about this but in short: there were a few attempts, they were all made into prototypes but the most notable prototype (that also still worked. workED tho) was a robot named maypop who had the resemblance of himawari but had no brain, basically just to test things around and see if things worked. after that himawari was made and maypop was still working, they wanted to keep both of those two but. well. maypop ended up vanishing. it may or may not be himawari's fault

-miu akabara (that's his name!) honestly, as a person, is a really. well. tired person HJKSHGKJEHJKG the poor guy had to deal with his wife and daughter dying and also overworking himself so much 😭😭 but despite that he still tries to keep his spirits up! he's not the best at it but himawari helps him a lot by cleaning the house they live in and cooking for him because he comes back really late sometimes

-GOD THIS IS HARD HSKJGHJHKEJHKJG it really depends if hima even knows vflower at all, but if she knew her i think hima would just die. on spot. imagine meeting your favourite vocaloid

-i think they don't know eachother at all ngl JSKFKEKEHG but himawari probably has heard of her? this is kinda tricky because hima barely gets exposure to the internet but it could be a potential for sure

#asks #TYSM FOR ASKING WAHHGGHHGJHJGG IT GETS MY BRAINROT GOING AS YOU CAN TELL 👉👈 #sorry if it's too long HSJKGFHJKEHJKG i try to keep things short and simple but there's SO MUCH it's unbelievable #akabara also has his own design but all the fucking drawings are so OLD #god how many things do i need to redraw........and im NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[crescentblossom66]

Murder on the Beta Express

She landed with a loud thud on some kind of strange long, noisy vehicle. She appeared to be in a desert of some sort, that she was easily able to discern by the small sand grains that got whirled up by the motion and ended up in her eyes.

“Holy smokes! Where do ye come from!?” Hat Kid, hadn't even realized that someone else was standing on the back of this moving...thing with her. The weird creature, who was crouched down, presumably fixing something, almost dropped the saw he had in his...wing?, he pointed at her with his other wing that shook like a branch during a hurricane. She tilted her head at his question and pointed upward. Had he not seen her fall from the sky?

The green bird...thingie got up and dusted off his yellow suit, and straightened his pink tie. He looked up and scratched the back of his neck, “What?...You mean to tell me that you fell from the sky?” She vigorously nodded. The bird just looked at her for a moment longer. “The desert heat must've toasted your brain, wee one.” He smiled awkwardly, before he sighed. “Arright come with me, we gotta get ya out of the blazing sun.” The green bird opened the door that led inside and motioned for her to go through, which she did while she still kept an eye on him. Considering that some strange noodle ghost had attacked her, and that most everyone on this planet so far had been more or less hostile, she found it best to keep her guard up.

“The name's Greg. What's yer name wee girl?” He asked after he closed the door again and Hat Kid looked around the interior. There were multiple other birds, most of which resembled owls form her own planet, however these looked more or less harmless, unlike the owls near her home, those were bloodthirsty monsters! They seem to be working on some machine, some were tightening screws, others were welding metal together, while a few of them were observing a white board with a complicated looking formula.

She turned around to look back at the yellow suit-wearing bird and pointed at her hat and then she moved her arms up and down, she still wasn't able to speak the language of this world, understanding it wasn't an issue, but her tongue refused to create the word that she needed.

“Uhhh...Hat Small? What are ye tryin' ta tell me?” She sighed and tried to speak as best she could.

“H-Hadt Kit.” She received a blank expression before he tried to make sense of her words.

“Hat Kid?” She smiled and nodded. “Weird name, but, eh, heard stranger ones.” The owls paid no attention to them as they walked past them and they made their way to the next wagon.

“Are ye done outside, Greg? I miss being in me favorite spot on the train.” She heard a voice that was slightly higher in pitch than that of the bird that she was accompanying. Sitting on a stool near the cafeteria, drinking what appeared to be coffee, was another strange bird that looked a lot like Greg, however, this one was yellow and wore a black suit with a purple tie.

“Not yet, brother, might still take me a few minutes.” The black suit-wearing bird looked at her and gave Hat Kid a warm smile.

“Who do we have 'ere? I don't recall ye boardin' earlier.” Greg frowned for a moment and looked at her rather sternly which made her shrink in on herself a little.

“What?! That cannae be true, if ye don't recognize her-” He freaked out a bit, gesturing to her and then to her brother and when to the ceiling, “-How? How did ye get here?” Hat Kid didn't know what else to say, she just fell onto this...train? That was what the yellow one called it earlier.

“Calm down, Greg, maybe I wasnae payin' enough attention and she snuck in.”

The green bird shook his head. “Nae! Ye always pay attention!...Wait-” He looked her up and down again. “-Does that meant that the girl's a stowaway?!” Thinking that she was in trouble, she slowly backed away from the strange bird, the black one got up and put himself between her and Greg.

“Look what yer doin' ye buffoon, yer scarin' the lassie.” Greg stopped his frantic gesturing and took a deep breath. Hat Kid looked between the two who seem to contemplate what to do. “Why don't ye ask Walter and what to do while I keep an eye on the lass?” The green bird nodded, but just stopped in front of her for a moment.

“I'm sorry fer scarin' ye, girlie.” He then walked off toward the front, leaving her with the yellow bird, an eccentric that Greg.

“Sorry, 'bout that, me brother can get a little hysterical sometimes, he likes things ta be in order, it's almost a compulsion for him.-” The yellow bird informed her, before he leaned down to her a bit “.Please donae tell him that there is a small oil stain on the back of his suit, he'll freak out.” He went back over to his coffee and motioned for her to take a seat, which she reluctantly took, still a bit weary of the bird. “Where are me manners, the name's Connor, and I'm one of the conductors on this here train.” He took a sip of his coffee and almost chocked as he realized something, “I'm really rude today, ain't I? Do ye want a hot cocoa, or a bottle of juice?”

The girl tapped her chin in thought for a moment and then pointed at an apple juice box with a straw. “Ye donae like ta talk, eh? Don't appear to be from these parts, either.” He brought the juice box over to her and sat down again, that's when the door to the front opened and a yet another jagged-beaked bird entered the room, and closed the door rather forcefully. Hat Kid got startled and almost dropped her beverage to the floor. This red bird was smaller than the green one, but taller than the yellow bird next to her, the feathers on the side of his face were curved upward a lot, they almost looked like small hooks. His suit was light brown, and his cream colored tie tied rather haphazardly.

“Redd, what in blazes happened?!” Connor questioned as the bird apparently named Redd barricade the door with his body, he turned his head to the side and cringed. What followed was a loud bang that made Hat Kid leap onto her feet, while the yellow bird got up as well.

“Yeah, funny story, Con. Ya see, I was s'posed to deliver some chemical over to our esteemed passengers,-” He walked away from the door and looked down to the floor in shame, “-I may have accidentally dropped it.” He had a kind of sleazy-sounding voice, this bird was obviously trouble. The black suit-wearing bird shoved the other to the side and opened the door to the next wagon. His feathers rose when he saw the state of the room.

Out of curiosity, Hat Kid peeked inside and gasped before she started to cough, the whole room was covered in thick smoke. Connor leapt to action and quickly opened the windows in the room while the red one joined Hat Kid in the doorway. “Quite a mess, eh, kid?” He chuckled awkwardly, while Hat Kid looked at the broken vials that were on the ground, the smoke emerged from an oddly bubbling purple liquid.

“I swear on our dead pa, Redd, one o' these days, ye'll kill us all.” The yellow bird muttered between heavy coughs, which worried the young girl.

“You...okay...sir?” She inquired with concern which elicited a small smile from the bird.

“Aye, lass, don't ye worry, I'm fine.”

“What is going on here?” That was a voice that she hadn't heard yet and it came from the forth strange bird...how many of those were there?

This bird stood a bit stiffer than the other three, the beautiful white feathers he sported immediately caught Hat Kid's attention, they were harshly contrasted by his prussian-blue suit and light blue tie. Greg looked at the room and immediately seemed to feel unwell, which prompted Redd to take his brother back to the front of the train where he and the white bird had come from.

Connor, who had recovered from his little coughing fit, decided to fill in his white feathered brother. “Well, Redd was bein' Redd again, said he dropped something, and now...ye see the results yerself, Walter” Walter put a wing to his head in frustration.

“This will take hours ta clean, as soon as he returns, I'll have a word with our dear youngest brother.” The yellow bird cringed and his feathers lowered down. Hat Kid looked at him and rose an eyebrow at his odd reaction.

He leaned down and whispered to her “Don't ever get on Walter's bad side, lassie, getting' berated by him is worse than scrubbin' the whole train top to bottom.” She nodded quietly. Well, the white bird looked rather strict, like a school teacher, so she thought it best to heed the advice. The cold gaze of the blue suit-wearing bird fell on her and she couldn't help but fidget under it.

“So, yer the little child that Greg informed me about. He said something about ye having no ticket. Is that true?” She looked down to the ground and nodded ashamed.

“Donae kick 'er off, Walt. The lass hasn't done anythin' bad.” The yellow bird pleaded, Hat Kid rose her head up again to see the reaction of the white bird, who recoiled a bit.

“Do ye really think I'd kick a child off our train, how horrible do ye think me?-” He almost looked offended. “-She can stay as long as she's willing ta help out a wee bit.” He glanced back at her and she nodded.

She still had a time piece to find somewhere on this...train is what they called it right? Getting kicked off would further complicate things, so she nodded again. “Alright, ye can help Connor here clean the china in the cafeteria.” He then turned around swiftly and went to the front as well, mumbling something that sounded like 'subjecting a child to the desert heat, how cruel does he think me?'

She and the yellow bird went back to the cafeteria, and, like she promised, she started to help wash the dishes. Greg and Redd came back from the control room, Greg greeted them, while Redd grumbled something. He was carrying another weird substance, this time the liquid was gray. Hat Kid wondered what those things contained.

After a few minutes she grew bored and decided to try to start a conversation with the yellow-feathered train conductor. “You...a-all...brothers?” She asked, hoping to get the bird to start talking again, he seemed to enjoy making small talk.

Connor was washing an old-looking ashtray that he handed to her for drying, she must've caught him off guard with her question as he jolted barley noticeably. “Aye, we're all brothers, Walter's the oldest and Redd's the youngest. We actually have one more brother, but-” his feathers lowered a bit, “-He went to some kind o' forest and never returned...I hope he's doin' well.” She wondered if the bird had seen one of her time pieces, in the commotion earlier she had completely forgotten to ask them.

“Seen...our...glass?” She made a motion to show the shape of her valued item, but the yellow bird shook his head.

“Never seen somethin' like that 'round here. I'll help ye look for it when we're done, how's that sound?” She gave him a wide smile and nodded.

A few minutes later both of them got startled by loud shriek coming form the room with the science owls. They ran over to it and found one of the birds lying in a puddle of blood, a small puncture wound was visible, likely what killed the owl. The door to the caboose opened and Redd entered, his clothes and wing were stained red, Walter and Greg pushed her and Connor aside to see who had let out that bloodcurdling scream. Walter's feathers rose in shock and he recoiled. Redd looked horrified and placed both his wings in front of his beak. Gregg looked rather pale, like he was going to throw up any second.

Hat Kid couldn't help but let out a squeak at the gruesome sight after she recovered from the initial shock. Connor snapped out of his stupor and put a hand on her shoulder.

“W-We should get ye outta here, i-it's okay, the owl is only pretendin'.” His shaking wings and quaking voice contradicted his claim immensely.

“It was Redd, clearly, he even has blood all over his clothes!” The red bird shook his wings and head.

“I-It wasn't me, I swear. This is paint, I...uhh...I decorated the exterior of the caboose a bit.” Hat Kid knew that something was very off about all this, she could feel the presence of the time piece nearby.

“Why would you do something like that, Redd? This...This is grotesque!” Greg accused his brother, his whole body was shaking with fear, Walter, meanwhile, tried to appear more collected.

“Let's all calm down and stop blindly accusing people.” On of the science owls pointed a shaking wing at the white bird.

“You're just saying that to protect your brother! He's a cold blooded killer.” Redd started to tremble.

“It really wasn't me, you gotta believe me.” Hat Kid felt bad for the brown suit-wearing bird. She felt like he was actually saying the truth, so she pried free from the hold of the yellow bird, who tried to reach for her again as soon as she walked off.

“Where are ye goin', lassie? It's dangerous!” She looked up at the red bird, who was still blocking the way to the outside of the caboose.

“Ye gotta believe me, kid, please.” He nearly begged and she gestured for him to move aside which he did. Nothing was out of the ordinary outside...except for a huge spray painting that red “Walter sux!!!” She rolled her eyes and went back inside.

“Redd...said...true.” She informed the birds to the best of her limited ability and the other birds checked the outside after hearing that from her. Even though Walter was understandably displeased with the graffiti, he decided to let it slide for now, given the circumstances.

“Who did it, then? I cannae believe one of me brothers would murder someone.” Connor spoke with his ear-like feathers tightly pressed to his head.

Hat Kid knew that it couldn't have been him, he was with her all the time, which left Greg, Walter and Redd.

She started speaking with Redd again. “What...do...after... leaving...cafeteria?” She asked, praying that he understood her butchered speech.

“I-i went back outside the caboose to help Greg, after delivering the chemical to the owls, he left after a while to get something, but I stayed there the whole time, I swear on me life!” Hat Kid tapped her shin and nodded.

She then asked Greg to see if he really did leave. “Well, girlie, I went outside with Redd and then went to the control room to get a screwdriver.” Lastly she asked Walter.

“I was in the control room the whole time, I run this train most of the time after all. I came runnin' when I heard that scream.” Something was wrong with what someone said...and she knew what.

Neither Connor nor her had ever seen Greg in the cafeteria through which he would have come to get to the room Walter was in, now she knew who had the time piece. She walked over and whispered to the yellow bird.

“This...not Greg...never...entered...cafeteria.” The feathers on the yellow-feathered bird rose after realizing it too.

“Y-Yer right, lassie, we only saw him go to the back, but he never come back up, yet he appeared behind Walter.” He whispered back

“Time piece...he has...time piece!” She told him with a serious expression. Out of nowhere the normally laid-back bird tackled his green 'brother' to the ground, due to the other being startled, he was met with little resistance. He pulled a weird hourglass from the yellow suit and threw it over to Hat Kid, who caught it.

“What are ye doin', Connor?” Walter was about to interfere when the bird that he assumed to be his brother changed shape into a bizarre creature with many eyes.

“This sucks, you found me out! Hehehe.” The creature cackled. Redd ran and got some rope from the front and tied up the shape shifter.

“Walt, what're we gonna do with it?” Walter thought about it for a moment and then answered Redd's question.

“We're calling the C.A.W, agents and get rid of it at the next station. They'll take care of this...abomination.-” The white bird lowered his long, white head feathers, “-More importantly, we gotta find Greg!”

Everyone searched for the green bird, and they found him tied up on the roof, how he got there not even he knows, all he remembered was that something struck him as he was about to enter the cafeteria, after that everything went black and the next thing he knew was that he was on the roof.

After the events Hat Kid was more than welcome on the train, she didn't even need a ticket.

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@nasubeenwithcat

There you go! One beta fic. Our Conductor has his beta personality, in case that wasn't clear. Greg acts as a mechanic, Walter mostly controls the train, Redd helps the science owls, and Connor greets the new passengers. I gave them all different colors for their suits and feathers so it's easier to distinquish between them. It got quite long, just short of 3000 words, that's why it took some time.

#ahit #ahit beta #ahit conductor's beta brothers #ahit fanfic

[leeyanyanyaaan]

one piece nerd - han jisung

-archival-

"one piece nerd."

han jisung & oc

• platonic/romantic/friends to lovers - your take on this lol

• fluff and crack

• no warnings (well, maybe excessive mention of one piece oops 💀)

• last edited: 22 / 05 / 2022

a/n: i'm sorry this is a very self indulgent oneshot JABSKSJS

if there's one thing you should know about lee ye-eun, it's her very obvious love for her favorite anime: one piece; most especially her beloved favorite character, tony tony chopper.

it was the first thing han jisung noticed when he first met the girl back when he first transferred to her high school; sitting at her desk in the corner, she was reading the latest volume of the series, so intently that he felt that talking to her would interrupt her precious reading time. he took note of the little chopper keychain and plush hanging from her backpack, as well as her wallpaper when it lit up from a notification. this girl really loves her one piece, he thought, but found it intriguing more than anything else. sure one piece may be one of the big three of anime, but most of the people he knew that knows the series were guys. it was surprising to see that a girl his age was such an avid fan.

hearing the girl sigh in content and put down her manga, jisung turned around to finally introduce himself as her new classmate. surprised that he had been waiting that entire time for her to finish reading, the girl blushed in embarrasment for having been seen in such a... geeky state, and shyly introduced herself as ye-eun. seeing that, well, she had just finished reading about it, jisung started off the conversation with the series. ye-eun was still shy with her responses at first, but as they continued talking, she was quick to get passionate about the series. this made jisung laugh at how cute she was, which ended up reverting her into an even more flustered, embarrassed mess.

and so began their friendship. through the power of anime. yes. lol jokes aside-

through this slightly odd encounter, they quickly grew close and remain to be even after six years, where jisung is now a member of stray kids, and ye-eun just a graphic designer. even after six years, ye-eun still loves her one piece dearly, and jisung loves her. loves her passion for one piece, he says. not, you know-

funnily enough, after six years, here the two of them were, in ye-eun's room as she was reading one piece on her bed with jisung beside her, watching her. surrounding the two of them were ye-eun's beloved chopper plushie collection, one of the centerpieces to her one piece decorated room. ye-eun put down her phone where she was reading from and faceplanted into her pillow, screaming in frustration

"oda! please! you can't leave me on such a huge cliffhanger like that man!" ye-eun lifted her head and rested it on her arms instead, sulking. "now i have to wait for what happens next for a week... well at least there was a really good chopper moment were he took center stage hehe." she perked up quickly.

jisung laughed endearingly; some things never change. ye-eun only turned her head looked at jisung... which later turned into intense staring. the longer she stared, the more uncomfortable jisung started to get.

"uhhh... yes?"

wordlessly, ye-eun reached to grab a chopper cosplay hat and placed it on jisung's head. she sat up and started squishing his cheeks, leaving jisung to be very confused.

"huh- yennie-ah???"

"han jisung. every time i look at chopper's photos, i can't help but be reminded of you. I MEAN, LOOK AT MY BABY. DON'T YOU SEE THE RESEMBLANCE?"

with his cheeks still being squished, jisung looked over at ye-eun's phone, an adorable chubby-cheeked-chopper beside a low quality candid photo of jisung with his cheeks puffed up as a side by side comparison... okay maybe there's a little bit of resemblance.

when ye-eun finally released her hold, jisung rubbed his poor violated face while she turned her attention back to her phone, adoring her favorite character. jisung rolled his eyes. maybe he should tease her a bit.

"hm, so if chopper is your baby, and i look like chopper, does that mean i'm your baby now too?"

ye-eun switched from 🥺 at her phone to the most judgemental eyes at him so fast jisung ended up laughing his ass off.

ye-eun harumphed. "you may be baby, but chopper's on a different level than you! both in visuals and sentimental value."

jisung makes a sound of indignance "has our six years of friendship meant nothing to you?!"

"i've known one piece for 15!"

jisung gasped and dramatically placed a hand to his heart "then i guess those six years shall end right here and now!"

silence.

then the two of them burst into contagious laughter, having to hold their stomachs from laughing so much.

"you maybe one huge ass one piece nerd, but watch me! i'll surprass your love for that anime one day! so don't even think about getting rid of me, because i'm never ever gonna leave your side!"

ye-eun continued to laugh at his cute declaration, giving him a side hug. "yeah yeah, not gonna happen, we'd be dead before one piece finishes 💀 but love ya too quokka."

end.

a/n: are they just friends? lovers? friends that like each other but havent confessed yet? their relationship is completely up to your guys interpretation :)

AHASHDBKJA hi yes so like- this is actually from a skz one shot wattpad book that i started early in the year... which got discontinued (imsorry) 💀 and now that i've got tumblr to share my writing i decided hey why not get some of my old pieces to fill up my blog lol

this is such a self indulgent one shot bUT I JUST HAD THIS IDEA AFTER SEEING HAN WITH A CHOPPER HAT ASKJDBASJD NOW I CANT UNSEE CHOPPER AS HAN SOBS

idek if there's much stay that are one piece fans either TT but istg when it comes to one piece and skz in the same picture i freaking fangirl over chans CHOPPER MONEY BANK and seungmins CHOPPER DOLL HE GOT FROM THE CLAW MACHINE LMAO BYE

anyways, have a chubby-cheeked chopper before you go :) thank you for reading!

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[loreofthefritz]

37 :)

37. Share a secret

This ask made me walk in circles in my house because I, too, can't think of any secrets of mine that I haven't shared with one person. Tbf, i dont think i have secrets because given that i remember something or if someone asks, I'll instantly overshare. But, let's see...

This is a little complicated to explain and may be not what you expect or what you want to hear but I guess a secret of mine that I remember right now is the fact that I've had 3 unusual dreams where I wake up after I'm placed in a capsule like thing that's long enough for me to lie down against my back on---after I say goodbye to my parents. It's beginning to bother me the third time I have it and the more time passes, but I haven't told this to anybody yet because... 1. I don't think anyone would believe I could be having the same installment of a dream; and 2. I'm still thinking about what they mean (and I'm starting to get invested).

The dream starts in different places all the time with some semblance of fighting, like a war. On one dream, I have weapons that are like guns but it shoots some kind of laser??? Hard for me to tell really. There's this other dream that I have some bracelet or watch that made me have fire powers?? And my gloves and shoes(?) can help me climb up a wall. These dreams have a huge gap between them so I don't remember the first one very much (I also didn't think much of it).

My troup always consists of mostly women and femme people and I even have a gf that I wanted to "retire" with and she's like our leader/captain or something but we never got actual romance in the battlefield, I just know she was my gf (or maybe dream me was delusional). Anyway, I'm her second in command of some sort and she trusts me with her whole heart, that's what I can tell. But we can't retire or not fight and idk why. [These details, I'm just picking up on different parts of these dreams; also, I think she died :( i dont even know her name :'(]

Anyway, we're fighting either machines or actual men but theyre covered head-to-toe with uhhh something resembling of military clothing but not really??? Iirc, it's kinda really blurry and they're wearing something unusual and hard to move around with. But these are overalls and I hated them. Idk why dream me hates those clothes.

So yeah a lot of things happen at the middle of the dreams but mostly like it's always loud and it makes my head spin. But they end up somewhat the same way. With my parents tearfully saying goodbye (they look like my actual parents kinda). Twice, they were happy but there was one time they were really sad (I think that was at the same dream I've known my gf died???). And then I lie down this capsule thingy, and just wake up on my bed feeling kinda weird.

SORRY FOR THE DREAM DUMP!! I literally cannot think of one secret right now other than this one.

But since I've told this now, that leaves me with no secret (that I can remember!)

#im genuinely fine if anybody calls bs on this bcs honestly i woild too #im also fine if anybody like give me a dream interpretation too maybe my subconscious has just been #trying to tell me something important that i cant seem to get that's why it's tried again twuce #BUT THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK!! #sorry it took long to answer #answered lore #lores of fritz #check this tag to find the ask game -> #ask lore

[africanmorning]

I was tagged by @risingshards for a word count game!

Rules: in a new post, share the last line from your current wip, and tag as many people as there are words

Uhhh I don't really consider Always a Place for Ambitious Girls Among Strange Cats a wip anymore because it's reached the proofreading stage, so . . .

*squints at pile of random notes and outlines and summaries and revised outlines and summaries that keeps growing because I keep working on multiple story ideas instead of just picking one so I can get to the point where I can actually write something*

I think the most recent thing I've written that resembles a sentence is the final line of the 3-paragraph outline/summary I wrote for my still untitled high fantasy project:

With help from the various alliances she, Sil, and Tericius have made, they are able to undermine the changeling man’s influence and stop his rise to power.

27 words, kill me I don't think I even have that many writing mutuals yet, so I'm just gonna extend this one out to anyone who follows me and sees it haha

#writing #tag game #fantasy #wip

[justashadetalkative]

💘⚰👾⚡️

💘 your first muse

If we’re talking “muse that has existed as a character for the longest,” that would be Diamond!

Diamond has been around as Recognizably the Same Character Concept (with the same name) since I was roughly 5 years old. His life details have changed massively, but “tired old one-eyed reincarnating immortal with perfect recall and a soft spot for kids” has been the same pretty much since the beginning, hah.

(…I tend to hold onto ideas, shush. 😝)

Linast was the first character that I roleplayed with writing online, though! He was about simultaneous with one other character, Iriki, who I lost interest in within a year or so.

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⚰ favorite type of plot

I think I’ve said it before, but I am a complete and utter sucker for hurt/comfort. Give me characters needing support and/or an excuse to use my tendency to hyperfocus on medical research and I am v happy slsjfhfhf.

Though tbh, I like it when there’s a clear problem that needs solved, and/or when characters have to cooperate or are stuck in each others’ space in general. Lending a hand, temporary roommates, allies of convenience, road trips, all of that is good fun too. :)

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👾 how did you get into roleplaying

Uhhh. Hmm. Trying to decide how to define the “start,” hah.

I started playing D&D with my parents and some of my friends when I was about 11?

At around that age or younger I had a friend that I’d co-write with as well, in a form that was basically roleplaying — we each had given characters that we’d write for and such. (Though we’d still edit each other’s sections for grammar and plot.)

And! Then at 12 I ran into a fanfic that the author said was a polished up RP, and wandered off into the forums of that fansite from there. Joined an OC RP forum, made another tiny RP forum of my own, kept it up for a year or two.

(Somehow it ended okay despite me being, uh, fucking 12 years old. Which was... probably partly caution and good practices on my part, and partly sheer good luck, hah. […By okay I mean I stayed safe and had fun, not that I was anything resembling a good roleplayer at that age. 😂 Gotta start somewhere though!])

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⚡️ memorable moment

Hmm.

This anon ask still always comes to mind for questions like this, not going to lie. 😂 Linast’s characterization has changed quite a bit since then, but at the time that ask was sent in it was fucking ON POINT.

Otherwise…

Masha punching Clemcy, Steph fighting off Linast, and Diamond talking with the Fallout kids have all stuck with me, too. :)

...and "she feels the silver chill of it in her bones" from @scxrytxles has just kind of been living in my head rent-free for the past two months sdlkghfdf

#(sorry this took a while! I uh. obviously took the excuse to ramble. and work was A Lot this past week) #(at any rate though-- thank you for the ask!) #flusenimkopf #about the mun #answers

[somethingsupwithdrac]

 9 June

Final part of The Fall of the House of Usher!

Roderick and our narrator, having slid Madeline’s coffin into place, take one last look at her in her coffin and note that she still looks suspiciously...fresh. I’m sure it’s fine, though. We also find out that they’re twins, which it’s interesting to note our narrator was unaware of before, and once again demonstrates Roderick being someone that even our narrator, as his closest boyhood friend, never really knew. For whatever reason, he never told our narrator that he and Madeline were twins, and since she has only previously been seen as a ghostlike figure gliding through the background, he wouldn’t have had the chance to notice the resemblance before. (Reflection/duplication again!)

They close up her coffin, lock the creaky iron door behind them, and return to the house, which is only slightly less gloomy and oppressive than the actual tomb. Poor Roderick thereafter becomes even more of a shadow of himself, his strange illness intensifying and leaving him empty-eyed, aimless, and entirely consumed by his nervous terror. He seems to continually be distracted, staring off into space as though listening to something our narrator cannot hear. This strange condition soon infects our narrator, who himself begins to feel the effects of the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the house and becomes inexplicably nervous and unable to sleep. He tries to chalk it up to his surroundings and their gloomy and dilapidated state, especially as they are stirred by the sudden storm that engulfs the house. He finds it impossible to dismiss, however, as he begins to experience unstoppable and inexplicable tremors and fear, and to hear...something, some indefinite but audible sound filling the house in the lulls between the sounds of the storm outside.

Trying and failing to snap himself out of this state by pacing the floor (which I guess is a step up from slapping your own cheeks, but probably not by much in terms of actually helpful actions), he’s interrupted by Roderick, looking more disheveled and unhinged than ever, inquiring as to whether our narrator has not seen “it”. “It” proves to be the storm outside, which, as Roderick throws open the window, proves to be something entirely eerie and fantastical, a dense whirlwind of that same miasmal cloud that has hung about the house and the grounds since our narrator’s arrival at the place. There is no moon visible, or stars, or even lightning, just a violently swirling, chill, rank vapor surrounding the house and lighting it with an otherworldly glow.

Our narrator just kind of nopes out of the whole thing like

 “Uhhh, yeah, Roderick you should just...not look at that. It’s fine, it’s cool, this is definitely just a totally normal storm and that eerie glow is totally just lightning, let me just close this window and we’ll go read a book together.” It feels like he’s trying to convince himself of this as much as Roderick, and it’s honestly a little bit funny. Yes, narrator, that swirling, glowing mass that appeared and condensed out of nowhere and is clinging specifically to the house is totally just a normal storm. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

(In case it wasn’t clear, I am 100% on the side of yes, the ghosts and the curse, or whatever supernatural thing is happening with this house and this family are absolutely real.)

The book he picks is one entirely made up by Poe for the purposes of this tale, and is titled “The Mad Trist”. The title there is interesting, as it seems to be a reference to the implied incest happening between Roderick and Madeline as much as it is related to the actual plot of this fictional novel’s contents. We don’t hear any of this plot except, as our narrator calls it, ‘that well-known portion of the story’ in which its hero, Ethelred, having been unable to find entrance into a hermit’s home peaceably, goes for a little breaking and entering instead. (Once again, doubling/reflection pops up here in the plot of the novel and its reflection on Roderick’s own situation, which continues for the remainder of the story.)

In the story, Ethelred begins to batter the hermit’s door, the sound of his mace cracking and ripping the wood ‘alarummed and reverberated throughout the forest’. In the house, at the very moment of reading this passage, our narrator begins to hear, faintly, echoing through the house, the same sort of cracking and ripping sound. He dismisses this as some strange effect of the storm, because obviously there aren’t any tragically-recently-deceased, possibly-undead women who might be pissed off and tearing their way out of a coffin in the basement right now. It’s just the storm rattling the window casements, definitely. 

He turns back to the story, as one does when they are trying very hard to act like nothing’s wrong, and reads the next passage, wherein Ethelred, having broken in, finds only a large, scaly dragon and a shield which he will win if he can slay the beast. He does so, and the beast gives a dying shriek which is echoed within the house by a distinct shrieking, grating noise precisely like that which our narrator imagines the dragon emitting. A sound, perhaps, like the grating of a certain previously mentioned vault door? (Yes. It is. We know it is. Madeline’s back, baby, and she’s not happy about that whole entombment thing.)

Understandably freaked out by this second coincidence, our narrator still does his best to avoid the already extremely nervous and agitated Roderick, but it seems a bit too late, since Roderick is very much on the edge of a total breakdown and obviously aware that something is very wrong. In an effort to keep them both calm he returns to the story, wherein our hero Ethelred has just stepped toward his prize, which drops off the wall of its own accord and lands at his feet. Within the house, there is an identical ringing of metal on metal which causes our narrator to leap to his feet in alarm. 

Roderick, by this point reduced to staring fixedly into the distance, rocking, has utterly lost it, and reveals, in a low, hurried voice that of course he hears it, he’s been hearing it for days, but has been terrified to speak out loud the fact that they had entombed Madeline alive, and since that night he’s been listening to her struggles to escape from the tomb. Tonight, he says, at the moment of Ethelred’s breaking of the door, and the clanging of the shield, tonight comes the rending of her coffin as she finally escapes and the scraping of the vault door as she ascends from it to find him and seek revenge for her premature burial, and there she is!

It is at this moment that, indeed, the doors of the chamber fly open and the ghastly, emaciated, bloody form of the lady Madeline appears in the doorway, looking very much like she has indeed spent several days clawing her way out of her coffin. She uses the last of her strength to approach her brother, falls against him, and bears them both to the floor dead, poor Roderick’s heart giving out from sheer terror.

Our narrator, quite understandably, immediately gets the hell out of there, fleeing in terror. As soon as he’s across the causeway and clear of the house and grounds, a light appears, shooting up the path toward the house, over which now hangs a blood-red moon, which turns out to be the source of this unearthly light. This light shines through that fissure in the facade which we were told about at the very beginning of this tale, and it’s this fissure that is the starting point for the house’s destruction. It widens rapidly, that miasmal whirlwhind that surrounds the house bursting through it as the entire place splits in half and crumbles into the tarn it overlooks, sinking into its own reflection in the water and taking with it the last of the House of Usher, definitively ending both the family line and whatever strange supernatural force the house had possessed.

#poe daily #edgar allan poe #the fall of the house of usher #i love this one so much #SUWD just keeps saying the things that are happening like she's actually doing something

[boyinafandom]

It’s golden hour somewhere

JeffxNina

Requested by @immortalwoman2

Rich Jeff au

In this au there will be:

A HEALTHY relationship dynamic between Jeff and Nina

Jeff is still an ass (don’t worry) just not to Nina or their kids (yes they have kids shhh)

(Nina)body dysmorphia

Nina’s poc. And I don’t want to hear a single thing about it.>:(

Past sh

There children are:

Silas 8

(Adopted) Rico 12

Aliyah 17

Yo momma 🧍‍♂️…🕺

___________________

Jeff was an ass. We can all admit that. But when it came to Nina and the children they made,it’s like he didn’t have a single mean bone in his body.

________

*~{Nina’s point of view}~*

As I sat there, getting Silas ready for bed, my youngest, I let out a hushed sigh.

“You all ready sil?”

I say, smiling.

“Mhm! All ready momma”

She had a smile on her face, she had her father’s smile, wide. With many pearly white teeth. It was almost an uncanny resemblance, it was kind of scary.

One time, as I remember it now, while I tuck her in, and make my way down the hall to my middles room,she somehow figured out how to open a pomegranate (which is odd, considering that I only left her alone for five minutes)and got the seed juice all over her and her clothes, so when I walked into the kitchen and only saw her in a puddle of what appeared to be blood. I freaked out, and in the process of me trying to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself all she did was look at me wide eyed and flash that thousand dollar smile, truly terrifying stuff when I think back on it.

As I finally get to Rico’s room (in the overly large house that I told Jeff we didn’t need, I mean, we already own like 5 others,so why would we need this one(???)) the door was open, so I knocked on the frame.

“Hey Rico? It’s time for bed honey.”

“What why? I don’t usually have to go to sleep this early?”

“Because it’s a school night..?”

The best part about my other two being at a reasonable age is that I can be deeply honest with them without hurting their feelings…mostly

“Uhhh huh…”

“Are you high”

I say, not in an accusatory way of course, but his sister has had a weed problem for a minute now, and if I find out she gave him some again, I’m sending her to military school.

“No why?”

I squint

“Just..wondering…”

After tucking him in and kissing him good night

I finally went to bed, knowing that my oldest was at her boyfriend’s house.

___

After getting out of the shower (looking like a wet rat😔😔) I grimaced at the reflection in the mirror , not because of my wet hair, or the scars on my arms, or the cracks in my hips, but my stomach. God how I hated it. I loved my kids, I really did. But no amount of working out would fix what they did to my body.

In the middle of me staring down the loaded gun that was my body, I heard Jeff enter our bedroom.he must have finally got done working in his office. Not like he’d care enough to leave work to see me, I mean look at me. I’m fucking disgusting.

____

Jeff’s pov

I lightly knocked on the bathroom door, I knew what she was doing, that thing she did, where she stares at herself until she can’t look anymore and she huffs a sigh, gets dressed in her hello kitty pjs and goes to bed like nothing happened.

“Nina..is everything ok?”

I hear her suck in a breath

“Mhm.”

She says, like she’s on the verge of tears. My poor love..

“May I see you?”

“Mm-mm”

I feel my face darken

“Your body is beautiful. And nothing will ever change my mind on that”

“If only I could tell you how stunning you are. If only you could see that your more then just your physical appearance. Your more then a flat stomach, a hour glass figure, full lips, so so so much more.”

I hear her shuffle around the bathroom. Presumably getting clothes on. Then the door cracks open:

“You think so?”

She looks like she’s about to cry, and then I finally get to see her again, without the white face paint and poppy eye makeup. Her stunning chocolate skin, her two toned lips,her large doe like hazel eyes, her pupils dilate as she sees me.

“More than anything.”

We smile at eachother, god how I love my wife

____

Have another half ass ending because I’m gonna pass out (for many reasons)

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #writers on tumblr #nina the killer #yo momma🧍‍♂️ #they have KIDS???😱 #request #reqs open

[amanei]

☆! "enemies" to lovers

♡︎! pairing(s) - denji x gn! reader, aki x gn! reader

★! warnings - a tiny bit of foul language

♡︎! notes - i'm beginning to enjoy these kinds of scenarios. however, i absolutely suck at writing them. this was long, for no reason

★ . . denji

it was no secret that denji was a bit jealous by the recognition and praise given to you by makima. he would always give you that stare

it's like how he and aki had "bad blood "together. however, he will admit he enjoyed your company more

missions with you made him happy, and he felt a little pang in his heart. but, he always gave you some sort of negative attitude

and maybe he developed a tiny little crush on you, will he admit it to anyone? nope

"i really don't know why miss makima paired us together..." denji spoke out, kicking a stray rock across the sidewalk. "maybe it's because she wants you to see the best devil hunter at work." you blurted out, cocky pride shown across your face, causing denji to roll his eyes, he felt his face heat up.

he loved seeing you overly confident, it made him fall harder for you, but never in a million years would he let you know that. so he made up an insult "y'know yer a cocky bitch." crossing his arms feeling proud. "aww come on denji, i know you like me!"

holy. shit.

'how did they know that?! was i being to obvious' he mentally screamed at himself for being so obvious.

"denji? earth to denji." you flicked his forehead, bringing back to reality. you giggled "i was obviously joking denji!" he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "though, you have become one of my greatest partners and well friend." denji looked up at you, confused but intrigued. "and well, i wanted to know if you wanted to hang out more often. y'know get to know each other more."

denji's eyes widened and his face grew warm again. "uhhh that's fine with me!" he exclaimed, starstruck with the ongoing situation. you smiled and gave a small hit to the back of his neck. "awesome! i was maybe thinking we go to the-"

suddenly, the both of you saw a devil resembling a bat close by. "huh i guess we should put that on hold. let's see what you can do!"

★ . . aki hayakawa

it's not that aki dislikes you, he just despises your attitude and well your personality

he cannot be seen with such an immature individual, he already deals with 2 there is no need for another. aki is a devil hunter, not a babysitter

but there are times where you muster the almost non-existent maturity, in serious situations. he's completely in awe when he see you so concetrated

he may not put up with immaturity, but you're an exception

another day ends and aki stands outside, lighting a cigarette after a long day of being a devil hunter. "y'know those can damage your lungs." a sudden loud, booming voice disrupted the quiet atmosphere.

a small irk mark grew on the young man's face. "great, it just means i can die faster." your figure became more visible through the darkness, face showing deep sorrow. "you shouldn't say that aki, you're basically in the prime of your life."

you stood next to aki, slowly sliding down the wall, taking a seat next to him. "same could be said for you, you're basically risking your life by being a devil hunter" he sat down a looked into the sky, cigarette still in hand. "i really don't care about that, at least i was happy that i got to meet you and-" aki's eyes widened and a small tint of red appeared on his face. "you're happy you met me?" "well yeah, you've been like a mentor and 'friend' in my time of being in this division."

now his face was a full fledged tomato, coming from you his so called "enemy" and his proclaimed "lover". he never wanted to consider you that, but there was no other way to describe it. he had deep feelings for you and you had deep feelings for him. to both of your surprise neither of you two were ashamed.

aki turned to look at you, a rare smile appearing on his face. "and i'm happy i was able to be your friend." you chuckled, and turned your attention towards a nearby cafe. smiling and then bumping your elbow into aki,

"so since we have 'platonic' mutual feeling for each other. wanna go on a date?" he blinked at you, face heating up, but matching up with your confidence. "sure, but change platonic to romantic."

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm denji #csm aki #denji x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #denji headcanons #denji #aki headcanons #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man headcanons #denji imagines #aki imagines #★! uploads

[mrsluthordanvers]

Supercorptober

Day 2 - Secret

Read on AO3

As if getting the opportunity to meet and work with her role model wasn’t enough, now Nia’s meeting Lena Luthor over mimosas like it’s an ordinary day. A woman she had started following out of journalistic interest, only to quickly become a strong supporter as Lena navigated the mess her brother left behind. A woman she had only ever dared hope to meet in passing. She never imagined that Lena left L-Corp to visit CatCo very often with James Olsen as her CEO. 

Seeing them both at Kara’s brunch leaves her feeling light headed and starstruck. She can barely think of replies as she’s introduced to everyone because she’s trying not to blurt out how much she admires Lena the moment Kara introduces them. She already did that to Kara, and once was enough embarrassment for the week. It doesn’t help that two seconds after arriving she starts to realize that she’s in the presence of a National City power couple. The two of them are all soft touches and private smiles as Kara keeps Lena’s flute glass filled without being asked, and they share a single plate because Kara seems too busy flitting from conversation to conversation playing hostess to get her own food.

It takes time to adjust to this new reality.

It’s a couple weeks before Nia no longer feels like she’s fighting the urge to fangirl every time she talks to either woman. Her admiration for both women is still strong, but quickly morphing into something softer, sturdier, as they start to form something resembling a friendship.

It’s another few weeks before Nia feels confident enough in their friendship to tease Kara. She knows now that Kara and Lena are extremely private people and have not made any attempts to make their relationship public. But they aren’t really being discreet either. So when Kara asks Nia to cover her over lunch because she wants to bring Lena some Big Belly Burger for the third time that month, Nia cannot be held responsible if she feels like teasing Kara a little bit. 

“You got it, boss.” Nia winks, “your secret is safe with me.”

Nia just chuckles when Kara levels her with a look she can only assume is meant to be threatening. 

They repeat this process many times over the next month. Everytime Kara runs off to interview Lena, or have lunch with Lena, or leave work early to have dinner with Lena, Nia just smiles and winks, or makes a joke that makes herself laugh. 

“Why do you always do…that?” Kara finally asks as she motions at all of Nia. 

“Do what?”

“You know…” Kara shifts from foot to foot as she adjusts her glasses. “Every time I say I’m going to see Lena you…” Kara flails a hand at Nia before finishing lamely. “Wink.”

“Oh!” Nia turns in her chair and lowers her voice. “Because no one knows you’re dating.”

Kara chokes on air as she immediately starts laughing, her laughter fading quickly as Nia watches her with a confused look. 

“Lena and I aren’t dating!” 

“You’re not?” Nia asks, her eyes growing wide when Kara shakes her head. “Oh god! I’m so sorry. I just assumed, at brunch you two were so couply. And you always take her lunch. And you leave work together most of the time. I just thought-”

“-that we were dating.” Kara says softly, as she falls back into her desk chair.

Nia watches her stare off somewhere over her shoulder. 

“You really thought we were dating?” 

Nia nods. 

“Do you think Lena thinks we are dating?”

“Uhhh…” Nia freezes, unsure if Kara actually wants an answer. She’s saved when Kara stands up abruptly and pulls her bag over her head. 

“I think I have to go.”

“Okayyy.” Nia drawls, uncertainty colouring her tone as Kara starts to speed walk away only to turn back towards her at the last second, her hands wrapped around the strap across her chest. 

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Think that you’re dating?” Nia asks, trying her best to keep up.

Kara nods, her knuckles turning white as she twists her hands. It’s then that Nia realizes that Kara looks nervous and her heart melts.

“Kara…” Nia starts softly, watching as the kryptonians' eyes flick around the office. “If you’re worried that Lena doesn’t like you...I don’t think there’s anything for you to be worried about.” 

“Really?”

“Really. Really.”

“Okay.” Kara takes a deep breath and slowly releases it as she squares her shoulders. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Nia smiles as Kara nods to herself one more time and heads towards the door. 

“Good luck!” Nia yells loudly across the nearly empty bullpen, unable to restrain herself from teasing just a little bit, even as she means every word. 

#supercorp #supercorptober2021 #nemo writes #i rewrote this a bunch but i kind of love it so hopefully y'all do to

[bokoutoe-retired]

— #43 “i love you to the moon and back” & #44 “you’re stealing the blankets”

characters; gojo satoru, gn! reader, ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nobara kugisaki

synopsis; working at jujutsu tech comes with it’s risks, but with your husband at your side you think everything will turn out just fine

total w/c; 1475

warnings; canon-typical violence, blood, major injury, hospitals, iv’s, uhhh, non-canon timeline ig? i haven’t read the manga so i apologize for any inaccuracies about how curses and jujutsu sorcery works

「a/n」 thank you to @construct-witchlyght for requesting!! i’m so sorry it took so long but i actually really had fun writing this and i feel good about it! hope you enjoy it <3

being a counselor at jujutsu tech never really meant just being a counselor. sometimes it means being a teacher and instructing a couple classes, other times it means getting called out for exorcisms. despite your job title, it’s shockingly rare you get the chance to actually, you know, be a counselor.

and this was certainly not one of those times. the grade 2 curse you, itadori, fushiguro, and kugisaki are currently dealing with is not relenting. whatsoever. it’s attacks are quick, fast, and calculated. the four of you have done a good job avoiding them so far, but you're not sure how much longer you can keep it up. both you and itadori are hustling to land your blows, slowly chipping away at the almost overwhelming defenses of the curse. nearby fushiguro’s shikigami are working in rhythm with the flying nails of kugisaki’s hammer to take out the weird army of cursed goonies the grade 2 has. they’re not powerful by any means but their numbers add up. the two first years are doing a good job of dwindling their forces

the fight drags on and on, hit after hit, and dodge after dodge, it’s tiresome but necessary. by some miracle, there’s a glimpse of the end as yuuji lands a hearty punch on one of the chins of the curses many mouths. as it makes contact it’s accompanied by a loud, resounding clap, the cursed energy packed behind the hit leaves the air of the abandoned warehouse buzzing. the powerful attack brings the curse down to its last legs, yet it’s still angry, and determined to take you all out. you glance over to check on the other pair, and see they’re exorcising the final lackey. 

‘good, they’re safe now’ you think, but you’re allowed only a mere moment of relief before your attention is directed back to itadori and the grade 2. itadori is still stumbling from the blowback of his own power as the curse lets out a booming roar and you see it gear up for an attack with the sharp claws on one of its four arms. he’s stumbling right into the claws’ path and doesn’t have nearly enough time to completely dodge. panic boils over  in your chest and you feel your body move before you think about it, out of pure instinct to protect your kids. the long arm of the curse swings down and you rush towards the pink haired first year, shoving him out from underneath the approaching claws. hot, searing pain rips down from your shoulder and through your chest. your vision immediately turns spotty but you can see itadori tumble a few feet away from the force of your push. you must’ve screamed without realizing it because immediately all three students are calling out your name and rushing to finish the curse off.

you register that somewhere near you the curse bursts into smoke and spare puffs of cursed energy. it’s finally exorcised, but you're too focused on the feeling of warm, sticky blood seeping from your wound and the bitter taste of copper in your mouth to take note of who officially finished it off. the energy from the curse tapers off into nothing but residuals and suddenly three sets of footsteps are rushing towards you.

“y/n-san!” itadori is the first to reach you, calling out and falling to his knees at your side. “why would you do that?!” his words are frantic but his actions are gentle as he moves your head to rest on his knees. you can almost see the tears welling in his eyes from, in your opinion, misplaced guilt. he looks around searching for help of the other first years. behind him nobaras foot taps incessantly against the cold stone floor. she’s hurriedly dialing someone on her cellphone, presumably ijichi and fushiguro is tearing off his jacket. he does much better job of hiding his worry, but if your eyes were a little more focused you’d be able to see the slight shake to his movements as he bundles the fabric and presses it to your wound. you little out a little grunt of pain, the coarse texture agitates it but does a good enough staunching the steady trickle of blood. despite their lack of experience, it’s not hard for them to recognize this is bad. nobara finishes her call, before pocketing her phone and joining the boys on the ground next to you. she takes the edge of her sleeve, wiping off the small bit of blood dribbling from you mouth. you weakly attempt to swat her hand off, the last thing you wanted was to worry your kids or have them fuss over you.

“‘toru would kick my ass if i had let one of you kids get hurt” your words are slightly slurred but you speak with a little chuckle, referring to your husband while trying to make light of the situation. you even reach up to pat yuujis cheek reassuringly a couple times.

“well now gojo-sensei is gonna kick my ass for letting you get hurt!” he looks like he’s about to continue but the sound of screeching car tires interrupt him.

“ijichis here, lets get her up. y/n-” you can hear megumi talking, but your consciousness is slipping and you can’t decipher exactly what he said. you feel three pairs of hands start to lift you off the ground, the blood making it a little more difficult. as you look up the dots clouding your vision get bigger and bigger, the last thing you see is the crease of nobaras brows as she yells out to someone.

when you wake up, you feel your situation before you see it. the first, and maybe most important thing you feel, is the presence of your husband cuddled into your side. you feel his hair tickling your neck, his body pressed against your uninjured side and his fingers intertwined with yours. just knowing he’s there is enough to instantly put you at ease. your eyes finish adjusting to the bright morning light streaming in from the window and satoru shifts in his sleep, unawarely tugging the thin hospital blanket from your body. 

“you’re stealing the blankets,” you whisper to him as you squeeze his hand in yours, but your voice comes out a little more strained than you had expected. even with his blindfold on, you can tell he’s woken up as he lets out a little hum and adjusts himself on the small hospital bed. with the both of you it’s a tight fit, but you make it work. he’s careful not to jostle you as he sits up and gently brings you to lay on his side instead of him on yours. he’s mindful of your ivs and monitors, all while keeping your hand in his and making sure to drape the blanket back over you.

“rough night?” he asks, the hand of the arm wrapped around you comes to lightly brush over the bandages wrapped snug around your torso. the pain isn’t nearly as bad as it was before you blacked out. whatever meds they’d given you had turned the sharp stinging into a dull ache. but if you were being honest your whole body ached. a long, strenuous battle on top of a deep wound would do that to a person.

“rough night.” you confirm with a little chuckle, relaxing even further into his hold. the room is silent for a moment as he catches your eyes searching the empty room for something that’s not there. he presses a kiss to your temple, bringing your attention back to him.

“they went back to the school,” he states, already knowing that you were looking for the trio of first years, “and before you ask, they’re fine. all three made it out with nothing more than a couple scratches.”

“good, thats good,” you respond while smiling up at him. if those three were okay, any pain, wound, or hospital visit would be utterly worth it.

“i’m lucky i get to say the same for you, my love. itadori told me what you did” he lifts up his blindfold and gives you a look that resembles that of one he would give a student while scolding them. but behind it, you can see the deep amount of worry held in his bright eyes.

“i did what i had to, they're just kids” you shrug as best as yougiven your condition.

“i know, i know. very admirable of you,” he jokes a little before his tone turns serious “but please, don’t scare me like that ever again. you mean the world to me and i don’t know what i’d do without you. i love you to the moon and back, my dear y/n”

“i love you too satoru, to the moon and back”

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru oneshot #gojo fanfic #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic