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angellieque · 1 year
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I just wanted to say that your writing is really pleasant to read and I hope you're having a good day! (I'm also obsessed (/pos) with how you write HABIT (emh))
Thank you! I'm currently not having a very good entire week but I'll be okay, also fair I just write him how I think he would be because I love him!!
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오랜만의 여행🎀
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코인김프수익 30-60%   상세한건 여기로오세요
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안정적이고 안전한 부업  함께해봐용⠀
#게임똥손 #김엄마 #덩달아진지한 #딸래미
오늘은 내가 좋아하는 Pila-core Yoga🤗
#금요일 #요가 #필라코어 #TGIF #yogalife
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#세상예쁜내딸 #엄마가진심너무사랑해❤
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theshinsun · 3 years
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WIP Roundup
I was tagged by @taigainside and @izukillme, thanks guys!! <3
I’ve already laid out my full list of WIPs for this prompt, so I’m going to take this opportunity to talk about a few I didn’t get to touch on, as well as discussing some of my currently updating fics.
everything under the sun 
the massive, self-indulgent pastel/punk college AU I’ve been waiting to write for over two years now. I think I’m finally going to tackle it next month for NaNoWriMo (at least to try and get it to 50k, the structure and milestones might motivate me and help me along). I’ve talked about it a little before, drawn some things for it, and made a playlist, but I still don’t think y’all realize just how deep this thing goes. the logline is “Kagami doesn’t realize what he’s getting into when he agrees to meet the rest of Kuroko’s friends”, but the real gist of it is trying to capture the impact people have on each other’s lives, the wonderful weirdness of the college experience, the feelings of being young and in love... it’s the most ambitious project I’ve ever taken on, part of the reason it’s taken so long to get to the point where I can actually write it, and let me tell you *slaps roof of 14-page outline doc* this baby can fit so much self-projection in it. I’m excited and terrified and you should be too.
Full-Frontal (or, “draw me like one of your American boys”)
AoKaga nude model AU. they... say write what you know? I’ve got this one outlined and have started to draft it out, but I haven’t made any serious progress just yet. it’s just a oneshot, and it’s very self-indulgent, but it’s a nice simple project to come back to when the others get too stressful.
beards (re: playing it straight)
I’ve had the idea for awhile now of writing a real fake dating AU, in which the fake pairing never actually get together, and help each other get with other people instead. basically, Aomine and Momoi are each other’s beards, it’s a mutually-beneficial arrangement since Momoi is secretly with Riko and is tired of fending off hopeful straight guys, and Aomine is still in the closet and doesn’t want to deal with relationship advances of any kind. things get complicated when Momoi suggests breaking off the deal so she can be with Riko in the open, but Aomine is still in denial and clinging to the illusion, despite having finally met someone else he actually wants to be with.
worst kept secret
part of my Aomine/x collection... there is no plot whatsoever, the only thing you need to know is the working title for a long time was “the glory hole fic”.
Crazy = Genius (+Balls To The Walls)   
I’m planning on writing an Aomine/Oikawa crossover someday, just you wait. these two titles refer to what would essentially be two parts of the same concept, the first from the alternating points of view of Momoi and Iwaizumi, who are at turns completely baffled and weirdly understanding of Aomine and Oikawa’s nonsensical relationship. the second would follow the boys themselves, and show exactly what kinds of insane scenarios they get themselves into. 
The Night We Met
the AoKuro time-travel fic nobody asked for, inspired by a song of the same name by Lord Huron. in the middle of Aomine’s post-Teiko slump, he’s suddenly transported back in time to the moment he and Kuroko first met. he’s then forced to essentially relive middle school, with all the memories and knowledge of how things will eventually pan out still intact. I’ve got this one about half done already; it should be around four or five chapters long by the time it’s complete, I’m just trying to wrap up one or two existing fics before I publish any more WIPs.
and speaking of wrapping up existing fics...
Hoist the Colors
the AoKaga pirate AU I started to take my mind off being trapped in quarantine, after binge-watching the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series back to back and listening to the soundtrack for several days. chapter one (out of five-ish) is already completed, and I’ve got a very clear outline for the rest of the story, I just need time between projects to string it together. 
Bring Me Roses
why yes I am still planning on finishing my AoKuro Florist/Tattoo Artist AU, thanks for asking! I’ve got foreshadowing and subtext to follow through on and more flower symbolism to write, I can’t just leave it hanging forever. I’ve got about half of the second part already written out, and I know exactly where it’s going, I just kind of lost steam somewhere in the middle and have to find the motivation to pick it back up.
I’m tagging: @bakugoukatsuki-rising, @hybristophilica, @meiyanaalexia, @hadenxcharm, @spaztictwitch, @homiro and anyone else who’d like to give this a go! 
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notsuchasecret · 6 years
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May the Horizon Bring Me You
@oikawararepairweek Day 4: Space or Mermaids/Pirates
Tooru was not sulking, no matter what Iwaizumi or any of the others said. It had only been a month since the Iron Wall had disappeared over the horizon, not enough time to work up a good enough sulk.
Even if Aone had promised he would be back by then.
Anyway, the point was, Tooru was not sulking. He was simply watching the sea, looking out for stray ships the way any good siren would. And if that stray ship happened to be the Iron Wall, well. Tooru simply liked the crew’s company.
He still remembered the first time he and Aone had met. The ship had been blown astray by a storm and Tooru, out on his first solo hunt, had been all too happy to lure it in toward the rocks. But then the ship had veered away. Aone, unable to hear Tooru’s song, had saved his crew and his ship single-handedly. Tooru had been impressed, to say the least, and bitter. He’d followed the ship to a little inlet where it dropped anchor and the crew set out to explore the island. Tooru had watched the captain clap Aone on the back and do something with his hands that Aone seemed to understand, though to Tooru it was just a bunch of waving and finger-twisting. Everyone on the crew had left the ship then, except for Aone.
Tooru smiled to himself, thinking of the way he had approached the ship, more curious than mad at that point. He’d gotten all the way up onto the deck before Aone noticed him, drawing his sword and letting out a bleat of surprise.
“Hey now, there’s no need for that,” Tooru had said, letting honey and sugar coat his voice. It should have made Aone drop the sword immediately. It should have. But Aone kept ahold of his sword and his wits, advancing on Tooru with a menacing look in his eye. It was the first time Tooru had genuinely feared for his life.
Aone must have seen that fear in his eyes, because he had put away the sword and cocked his head curiously. Tooru had opened his mouth to try again, but just at that moment he had heard the sounds of the crew returning. Aone saw the turn of his head and turned to look as well. When he saw the others, panic had flooded his eyes and he had unsheathed his sword again. Tooru had thrown his hands in the air just as the captain and several of the others made it up onto the deck.
“What’s going on here?” the captain had cried.
“Tell him I mean no harm,” Tooru had insisted. The captain had grabbed Aone by the arm and done the waving-finger-twisting thing again, but Aone had not relented. He had waved back at the captain, who had turned to Tooru.
“How do we know we’re not under your thrall?” the captain had asked. Tooru had rolled his eyes.
“You’d all be dead by now,” he’d said. The captain’s eyes had widened and he had waved something frantically to Aone. The conversation had gone on for several minutes while other members of the crew stood about in various states of unease. Finally, Aone had sheathed his sword and the captain had turned to Tooru.
“Why are you here?” he had asked.
“Curiosity,” Tooru had replied. “Why can’t he speak?”
“He’s Deaf,” the captain had said.
“Can you teach me to communicate with him?” Tooru hadn’t been sure why he was asking, but a part of him desperately wanted to talk to Aone, to find out more about him. There had been something soft in the captain’s eyes, like he had known exactly what was going to happen. He’d nodded and the rest of the crew had gone about their business.
It had been a long few weeks that they had docked at the island, gathering supplies and teaching Tooru how to sign. Tooru had learned Aone’s name, and the names of each of the crew, and in turn had taught them about his people. He did what no siren was ever supposed to do; he taught the human pirates how to resist their thrall. And in return, the Iron Wall made the island her home port, building up a fortress out of the trees and stone they found there.
Tooru was delighted. The other sirens, not so much, but they eventually came to accept their new neighbors, thanks to the gifts the Iron Wall brought back from far away for them. And every now and then, a rival group would follow the Iron Wall into siren waters and they would feast.
As time went on, Tooru and Aone grew close. Closer than close. With every word Tooru learned in Aone’s silent language, he found himself falling deeper and deeper.
Which was why it was so irritating that the Iron Wall hadn’t been back in so long. This was their home, wasn’t it? Weren’t they supposed to come back every now and then? Tooru huffed to himself as he stared out at the horizon, waiting for Aone to return so that he could finally tell him how he felt. There would be no more beating around the bush, no more pretending he wasn’t completely head-over-heels for Aone and his gentle personality. He would march right up to Aone and demand to be loved in return.
Or he would, if the ship would ever show up. Tooru stared at the line where sea met sky, and his heart skipped a beat. There was something there, something small and far away, but definite and true. Tooru could just barely make out the shape of a ship.
Familiar white sails broke the horizon and Tooru found himself beaming. He dove into the water and swam with all his might to go greet his love and the beginning of the rest of his life.
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midoriyasbones · 6 years
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An Ocean Of You Chapter 2
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“They’re fish Lance.” Keith said in exasperation. “They’re just fish.”
Lance let out a gasp of genuine horror. “They may be just fish to you but they are literally my livelihood!”
(Check it out here!)
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fishiest-fish · 2 years
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me:I don't need anyone in my life, I'm h aooy being single
my friend, sending me megamind: no bitches?
me: I'll have you know I could date someone if I wanted to
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cat-te · 5 years
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[Fic] Safe Place (Arata/Aoi)
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Fandom: Tsukiuta.
Pairing: Uzuki Arata x Satsuki Aoi.
Rating: G.
Genre: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Arata goes to Aoi’s room after a rough day.
Notes: also on AO3. Art by @milalala8
Enjoy!
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Arata opens the door of Aoi's room, feeling a little more at ease as he senses Aoi’s sweet smell. His eyes pass from the books and papers piling on Aoi’s desk to his bed, where he’s sleeping, facing the wall. Arata approaches the bed quietly to spoon him. He places his hands on Aoi’s waist, caressing where the hem of his sweater doesn’t cover his skin.
He sniffs Aoi’s neck, waking him up, Arata didn't want to though: Aoi has been staying up late the whole week due to his busy schedule.
"Oh, I didn't hear you," Aoi says, yawning.
"Hey, sleep a little more," Arata replies.
"Was I sleeping?"
Arata squeezes Aoi's waist a little more. "Yes."
Slowly, Aoi tries to get up, but Arata holds him tight.
"Rest a little, you're tired."
"But I said I'd make you pancakes."
Arata buries his face on Aoi's back, felling his shoulder blades move as he tries to get up.
"Geez, Aoi I can't believe you're more than twenty and I still have to take care of you like when we were kids," Arata murmurs on what Aoi – after years of being together – recognizes as his half serious tone.
"Look who’s talking!"
"We're both kids then."
Aoi gives in and turns to kiss Arata's forehead. "How was class?"
"Awful."
He pushes Arata's bangs to the side and caresses his hair.
"Really? Weren’t you going to the hospital today?"
Arata nods and takes Aoi's hand to kiss his palm, pressing his nose to inhale his scent, humming softly as he kisses one time each fingertip, trying to delay his answer, successfully because Aoi continues talking:
"You were really excited this morning, though…"
Arata looks up to the window, the sky is clear as Aoi’s eyes, then looks at the real deal, to see them sparkling, looking back at him with devotion. Then he notices his own emotionless reflection on Aoi’s pupil and remembers:
"An old lady passed away."
Gently, Aoi caresses his cheek and jawline, noticing the mild affliction on his sleepy eyes and slightly puckered lips.
"That's sad, cookie."
Arata nods and pulls Aoi closer. "She was sick, but still. It was awful."
"I know, I know," Aoi murmurs as he puts a lock of hair behind Arata’s ear.
"My classmates cried – some of them. I didn't, that's the worst part."
"I'm sure it wasn't because you didn't feel sad about it."
Arata kisses Aoi's cheek and buries his face on his neck, feeling on his safe place.
"Abe-sensei congratulated me, he said that since I'm going to be a doctor it’s good that I’m acting like one already," Arata slurs the words, blowing them against Aoi’s collar.
Aoi pecks his temple and hums a little to ease Arata.
"I'm not proud about it, Aoi, it’s... it’s terrible."
"We both know how it is, huh? Do you want to keep talking about it?"
"Let's drop the subject, 'kay? You have too much on your mind."
Aoi shakes his head.
"Sweetheart, we can talk, but if you're really sure I'll drop it."
Arata nuzzles to his chest.
"Let's take a nap."
Aoi looks at the work piling on his desk before nestling to his boyfriend's side, they stay quiet for a while, hearing the sounds of the street and the birds.
"Can we go to a shrine?" Arata asks. Aoi hums in response, so he keeps talking. "I want to pray."
"Tomorrow, 'kay?"
Arata closes his eyes and feels Aoi's breathing, his chest calmly going up and down.
"Just to be safe...  you’re sure that I mean it when I tell you that I love you, right?"
Aoi chuckles and opens his eyes.
"Araaataaa-kun, we've been dating for years, I'm sure, because Arata shows it through actions."
Aoi leans on to peck his cheek, his skin is still a little cold from the wind, but the part where his lips touched it reminds warm.
"I love you, Aoi."
"I know, you went to three different stores yesterday just to buy my shampoo, testing them just by my smell."
"Aoi-kun is always like that with me."
"Because I love you, too."
Arata leans on and kisses Aoi before muttering a good night and drifting into slumber.
But Aoi isn't sleepy anymore, so he caresses his hair and kisses softly his temple, contemplating how as Arata’s mouth starts to curve on a small smile, a tear descends from his lacrimal to his nose stopping on the tip. Aoi carefully wipes it off with his finger.
“Aooi… pancake…”
Aoi lets out a giggle and covers his mouth to not wake up Arata, and moves closer, to nestle right to his side, closing his eyes, hearing the soft murmurs of Arata’s sleep talk, which slowly decrease until there’s nothing but snoring along with the chirps of the birds outside.
Aoi feels at ease, even if he has tons of stuff to do and Arata is sad; it’s okay, because on times like these, Aoi can rest from his schedule and Arata has someone that always understands him.
“Rest in peace, grandma,” Aoi murmurs, and hugs Arata tightly.
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marioncolibraries · 5 years
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daichan6275 · 4 years
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sciscianonotizie · 4 years
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Ravello, al nastro di partenza la XLIII Edizione del convegno nazionale di aggiornamento AOOI http://dlvr.it/RFzKZ6 http://dlvr.it/RFzKZ6
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atulba · 4 years
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Hispanic Festival & Health Fair (at Hawaii Institute of Hair Design) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3RdD_-AOOi/?igshid=1ctcnogtzcflo
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br-mohamed-blog · 5 years
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sumetal · 7 years
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i just got reminded how much i love aooi asahina and how shes one of my ffavorite danganronpa characters. shes so good and sweet and m sad they didnt do more with her in subsequent releases compared to other characters
#dr
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cherrisummer · 4 years
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I’ve always thought the different “i” used in jp was funny (as in interesting), as how chinese & english don’t have it? (I think??? chinese might have had some hilarious term for like emperors or whatver but it’s fucking hialrious i think nobody uses it anymore it’s like quin??? or something i may be going crazy anyways)
and i (think?) that boku/watashi/ore are like masc/fem/idiot(jk for important ppl) and washi os for like??? old people i guess LOL (or old fasiohed???) and 
ANYWAYS
my whole point is i like it when characters break the sterotype i guess, I think masc charas using watash is cool and (idk if i’ve seen more female charas use boku... but maybe,,)
anyways my other point is lorenz from fire emblem yelling BOKU is really aooying 
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midoriyasbones · 7 years
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“Keith?” Allura called from the door. Both the boy and Lance turned to face her as she more or less strutted into the room, somehow making No Slip look like the hottest shoe brand on the market. “Oh! I see you’ve met Lance. Lance is one of our interns. He attends Altea as well, but I believe he’s studying to become a marine biology major, so I’m not sure if you’ve met him before now.”
“Can’t say I have had that pleasure before,” Keith muttered and stuck out his hand tentatively.
Lance peeled his gloves off and shook it stiffly. “Yeah, I’ve never seen your mullet around campus either, which is odd considering how I’m pretty much everywhere and know everyone.”
“Well, congratulations,” Keith replied, voice cool as a could be. “You’ve met somebody you don’t know. Clearly you haven’t been to the honors college,
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