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highpri3stess · 2 years

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When They are in love with you - Jujutsu Kaisen Males Headcanon

Character(s): Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen

Warning(s): no pronouns mentioned, gn!reader, fluff, sfw.

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Monica's notes: I'm very ill and bedridden today, so I decided to complete my drafts. I love love so much.

Gojo Satoru:

You know how you get butterflies in your belly whenever you see the person you're in love with? Well, Satoru has a whole damn zoo instead when you as much as breathe near his direction.

Satoru DOES get nervous around you, but he hides it in his usual way of smiling and making jest.

Unlike everyone else he plays around with, you'll will never be the butt of the joke though, he would never embarrass you.

You lighten up his mood by just being around him. Satoru might be pissed off about the higher ups, but the moment you step into the room, he feels the weight of the world dropping off his shoulders.

He feels like he can trust you with anything. His secrets, his life, his heart because he knows with the way you are, you would take care of it like it is yours.

Can't stand seeing you sad or angry; what hurts you, hurts him! Satoru always tries to listen to your problems and gives you good advice with a sprinkle of comedic relief (Contrary to popular belief, I think Satoru is a good listener)

Satoru will go to any lengths to keep you safe, even if it meant having to bend more rules than he usually does.

Geto Suguru:

He will put the entire world in your hands just to see the light in your eyes sparkle.

Suguru treats you so gently, compared to the rest of his followers, he always makes sure to ask you about how things are going on in your life.

Suguru finds it quite frustrating that you had to be a non-sorcerer and part of the people he wants to destroy. Often times, he's conflicted when you are in his line of thoughts, would he be able to discard you when you are no longer useful to his goal?

Why did you have to be so kind and understanding even when he's trying to put some distance between the two of you? Don't you know you're making him fall even harder?

He holds your hands gently in his palms and rubs the skin with his thumbs while looking at you with loving eyes.

Keeps all your offerrings made to him in a special place, like a box or a room and nobody gets to see or touch it.

Suguru wants you by his side in the new world he will create. It's a risk he's willing to take despite the opposition that he might face.

Nanami Kento:

His love for you makes him feel so alive and dead inside at the same time.

On one hand, he is honoured to be in love with you, being able to feel something so deep for you is a blessing. But on the other hand, he knows it is inevitable one of you will eventually die in this line of work before you are aware of his feelings.

He's always bringing something edible for you whenever he knows you two are meeting up. Pastries, sweets, anything you like, he will always deliever it to you, a small smile gracing his lips while he watches you eat.

He will circle an arm around your waist whenever you two are walking together just to touch you. Gojo teased him about it a lot.

Kento is shy when talking to you. It's almost embarrassing how his voice falters like a school boy while looking at your face.

He memorized things you like and things you don't like. Always listens and knows what to tell you to make you feel better.

Kento would give up everything he has going on in his life at the drop of a hat, just to be with you for the rest of his life.

Toji Fushiguro:

Your face is burned into his memory, there's no way he can forget you when his heart beats against his chest by just hearing your voice

He knows it's bad for him to be distracted by you. His line of work needs focus and cruelty, yet, thinking of you wrapping your arms around him and thanking god he was still alive has his heart palpitating.

Toji doesn't want you to get hurt. A saint like you hellbent on not letting a condemned sinner like him go is bound to attract trouble and he's worried one day he won't be there in time to save you.

Sometimes, when work is easy, he relishes in your warm embrace as you cuddle him. He loves draping his arms over you and pressing you against his chest.

He never thought he would love again after his first wife died. He's done a horrible thing by marrying a woman he didn't love and taking her lastname before abandoning her, so he feels undeserving of your tender love.

He thinks of you as the thin thread that keeps his humanity alive. The fact that a monster like him is still capable of reciprocating love even after life treated him like shit is enough to prove he is still a human being.

Toji knows he's far from perfect, and he wishes you met him before he spiralled down into greed, but he knows that without any of that, he would never have met you in the first place.

Sukuna Ryomen:

There are two conflicting feelings in his heart. He loves you, he really does and that attraction towards you infuriates the living hell out of him.

Who are you to capture the king of curses' heart? Who are you to have the heart of the disgraced one in your palms?

Sukuna will try to deny he loves you. He would ignore you and try to push you away, only for him to come running back to you and making you stay with him.

His anger dissapates when he knows you are near. He would never even dream of hurting you no matter how cruel he is with other people.

You are the apple of his eye, anyone who tries to use you to get to him will pay dearly for it. He's the only to hold you and craddle you on his lap, no one else!

Sukuna has seen and even caused his fair share of carnage and war. But nothing makes his heart skip like seeing you peacefully sleeping right next to him.

Sukuna will set the whole world on fire for you to be with him forever and ever, both in life and in death.

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jymwahuwu · 10 months

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Hmmm but what if the situation is reserved? This time, it readers who need a fake boyfriend???

Readers who are in tight situation and begrudgingly plead Jing Yuan to be their fake boyfriend for a while

(maybe to avoid another relentless suitor and then in the moment of panic, reader pick up the phone who has been ringing non stop and tell this person "sorry, my lover is calling. Hey dear" without looking at the caller name.)

(Jing Yuan hear everything)

sorry🥺 it took so long to reply, cuz there are too many in the askbox. im slowly writing some drafts

TW: yandere, non-con, taking pictures without consent

What do you mean by "fake boyfriend"? Now your real boyfriend is in front of you 🤔😚

…Although Jing Yuan thought so, he didn't say it. He nodded in acquiescence to your request - you looked like you were on the verge of tears, startled by that creepy suitor.

You definitely need some protection and care. He wiped away your tears and resisted the urge to take you in his arms. The general is delighted to hear you address him as "boyfriend". He pretends to give you advice, offers to go on a date, and posts on social media. Then that suitor will give up! You say yes, thinking it was just acting, but this date really feels like a real date…Jing Yuan even kisses you on the cheek. You accuse him in a panic, but he says it's part of acting with grievance.

After sending you home like a good boyfriend, the general finally couldn't help pulling you onto the bed, holding you down, and kissing you. You sob and gasp under him.

Jing Yuan took a picture between your cum filled slits, and that shows all the details pretty clearly. He just wants to help, accept this, okay? <3<3

#alani.answers

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 2 months

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Hello could you do more fics about ballister head injury?(love your worke❤️)

THIS RESPAWNED IN MY DRAFTS HOLY SHIT

I'm so glad you love my work thank you so much for this ask 🩷 sorry it took so long but as I had said in another post, my Tumblr ate it for breakfast and it was disappeared from my askbox and drafts. But it reappeared!!! Please enjoy your very late drabble request <3

Cw: seizures, brain injury

Ballister leaned against Ambrosius, closing his eyes. “You sleepy, Bal?”

“Mhm.” Ballister rubbed his eyes. “I couldn't get to sleep last night. Kept having headaches and weird dreams.��

“That's no good, babe. Try to take it easy today. Do you think it's your head?”

“He just said it was his head, duh.” Nimona cut in. She'd been back for the past couple months, and she and Ambrosius were still getting used to each other. Ballister chuckled. “It's probably fine.” Ambrosius made a worried face.

Eight months ago, when Ballister was on the run, he'd suffered considerable head trauma, several times, one after another after another. The whole thing left Ballister with considerable brain damage in the frontal and temporal lobes especially. It was especially significant in the first few weeks after everything happened, when he was often unsteady on his feet, spoke with slurred speech, struggled with short term memory, understanding rapid or unclear speech, and extreme emotional outbursts where he would be extremely afraid, sad, angry, or happy without apparent cause. He'd also started having seizures at that time. Ambrosius learned to deal with them, but he always hoped each one would be Ballister's last. The doctor said they'd stop eventually, but they never knew when eventually would come.

Thankfully, since then, his brain had healed tremendously. Still, Ambrosius couldn't help but worry when Ballister had anything going on with his head.

“Alright, well, just be careful, okay? Don't strain yourself.” He kissed Ballister's cheek.

Nimona cackled. “Come on, Nemesis. I don't think the boss is gonna let some dumb headache slow him down! He's not made of glass, you know. He's ten percent solid steel and a hundred percent badass!”

“My arm makes up five percent of my weight, Nimona, also it's made of titanium.” Ballister smiled at her.

“See? Even cooler.” She returned to what she was doing and Ambrosius sighed. Maybe he was being a little overly anxious.

But as the day went on, Ballister seemed off. Foggy, distracted, a little bit uncharacteristically emotional or snippy sometimes. Even Nimona noticed, Ambrosius could see the puzzlement in her face even if she said nothing. It all came to a head later that day, they were at a park and they were noticed by members of the public, who started their usual barrage, asking frankly triggering questions and requesting photographs and signatures.

Ambrosius was used to all that, but while Ballister was somewhat accustomed to it, it always stressed him out. Ambrosius managed to fish his lover and Nimona away from the paparazzi and back to the safety of their vehicle.

“You guys alright?” Ambrosius started it up, flying through the airways. Ballister didn't answer, he glanced over. “Bal?”

His lover looked distant, blinking fast, looking around in a haze. “Do you, lemon?”

“What?” Oh shit. “Nimona, take his arm off!” Ambrosius began landing the vehicle in a safe place.

“What?” She looked quizzically from the backseat.

“Now! He's having a seizure, the prosthetic is wired to his nerves and muscle, the electrical signals can make it go nuts!”

Ballister knew a seizure was coming when he tasted lemon out of nowhere. They needed to get it together quickly, he was already having trouble speaking.

Quickly Nimona reached forward and disconnected the arm, and not a moment too soon. Ballister’s face twisted and his head began to jerk, along with his right leg, a rhythmic back and forth motion. Once Ambrosius was safely parked, he grabbed the blanket from the back seat and cushioned Ballister's head, and started a timer on his phone. A car was not the ideal place for this to happen, he wasn't completely sure of the protocol. Ballister was at least buckled, so he couldn't collapse into the dashboard. “It's okay, Bal.” He whispered softly. Everything will be okay.”

Nimona's eyes were wide with terror. After sixty-two seconds, Ballister went still, his eyes blearily gazing in front of him, foggy. Ambrosius stroked his hair. “It's over, love. It's over. You're okay.”

Nimona swallowed. “What happened to him?”

Ambrosius exited the vehicle and came around to open Ballister's door so he could more closely check up on him. He unbuckled him and helped him out of the car, supporting most of his weight. “Nimona, let me lay him in the back, he needs to lay on his side.”

Nimona moved out of the way. “What happened to him?”

Once Ballister was laid safely in a recovery position, Ambrosius sat beside the car and stroked his hair. “He had a seizure.”

“A seizure? I thought you had to be born with those. I've never seen him do this before.”

“He hit his head, a lot, after–” Ambrosius swallowed. “After what I did to him. It all added up, and left enough damage that this happens sometimes. Eventually it's supposed to go away, but we have no idea when. He's okay, he just won't be able to talk for a few minutes. Will you sit back here with him? Just make sure he's breathing okay, and try to comfort him while I drive home. Sometimes he gets a little emotional. You can give his arm back, too.” He swallowed. He wanted to comfort Ballister, but he needed to get them home safely. Ballister could recover better at home.

Nimona didn't seem to know what to do, but for once, she didn't argue. Ambrosius drove home hearing her speak softer than he ever had, in a reassuring voice.

When they got home, they managed to assist Ballister inside. He could now understand speech and get out a word here and there, but he was mostly disoriented and exhausted. Once Ambrosius checked that his breathing was normal, and he didn't have any severe bites in his mouth, he tucked him into their bed and let him rest, setting a timer to wake him up and check on him.

Nimona looked gaunt, she paced the living room.

“Aren't you a thousand years old? I thought you'd be used to things like seizures. This wasn't a bad one, thankfully. He's okay, you don't have to worry.” Ambrosius was a hypocrite. He was extremely worried.

She shook her head. “Not that, I mean, I've seen them before, they're normal, I've known thousands of people– but I didn't realize— I didn't realize someone could hurt their head so easily.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?”

She swallowed. “He got hit in the face with a rock when the Institute blew up. And I dragged him home. And I didn't even try to make sure he didn't hit his head! He was getting smacked into curbs left and right and– and I thought it was funny!” She rubbed her face. “I haven't been close with a human in so long, I forgot how fragile they were, how even something like that– it's partially my fault, don't you get it? I was careless and he hit his head and now he's suffering because of me.”

Ambrosius swallowed. Ballister told him about how Nimona said he'd hit his head on the curb when she took him home, and yes, it had contributed to several in a series of head injuries. He sat on the couch. “Nimona, it's not your fault. I knew about that. The doctor said the concussions hadn't helped, but most of the damage was from the debris, from Todd beating him up, and from when he fell through the stadium floor. It's just– how it is.”

Nimona sat on the couch beside him and sniffed. “You don't understand. I forgot how easily humans can be hurt. How easily they can die.”

“Oh…” Ambrosius looked down. “Well, for what it's worth, I don't think he'd be here at all if it wasn't for you. Humans are weak, but Ballister is strong. He's kind, resilient, and forgiving– I know that better than anyone. He's gonna be fine. Don't beat yourself up.”

Nimona sniffed and smiled at him. “Thanks, nemesis.”

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023 #nimona fanfic #yywihh fics #fic request

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kawaiijohn · 8 months

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Lethean lost: Danny has amnesia and is kidnapped by a cult. They are going to sacrifice him to summon Lord phantom.

Infinite mists: wes Weston's no good very bad day. His brother isn't human and everything is Horror and creepy. The fae are there

OSHA Vlad: Vlad wins the 'not as big as asshole as you could have been' award and decides to be a little softer to Danny in the beginning. He also is a stickler for OSHA rules.

Rewind rinse repeat: clockwork origin, human magic world AU. Told through a story to Danny.

Drop out amity: bnha crossover. Deku finds himself in amity park. He assumes 'ghost' is a slur for someone with multiple/compound quirks and is horrified.

Rewrite: Danny erases everyone's memory of him being phantom and runs away from home. Homeless Danny time.

The pariah dark shitpost: pariah dark gets evicted

#dantes vibe corner #my fic #danny phantom #phanfic

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problematicfactive · 7 months

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New intro Post

New intro post! How exciting! This is my celebration for reaching 25 followers so fast! Thank you all for your overwhelming support in this journey, it really has been a lot.

If you're new here, my boyfriend and I are both introjected from extremely problematic medias revolving around a very bad person that lived in real life. We are both from fictional medias, bit the person of which we introjected is very much real, and We've gotten a LOT of shit for it.

Spaces that claim to be safe spaces for systems-- or God forbid, safe spaces for *problematic* introjects and alters, tend to be rude or spiteful towards individuals who are factives from problematic sources.

I firmly believe this hateful stance comes from a place of not understanding, so I've created this blog to give people who don't understand a chance to talk and speak to us without losing their cool as we also stay anonymous on this blog. They're always nice until they find out who you are /hj . Since it's creation, the blog has since turned into a big place for problematic factives to just feel safe and seen. I'm beyond happy about this, and glad my blog can serve both purposes. More under the cut!

We post a lot of everything!

We answer asks from people who have questions about us or about being problematic factives, we make positivity posts for problematic factives, problematic factive culture is... posts, and lots of other things you could think of. Feel free to vent in our askbox or message us for a chat! We'd love to have a friend.

Some things off the top of my head that I can't do on this blog (but if you end up making a blog for these things and need a mod, totally hmu!)

Stimboards/Moodboards etc. - I would literally love to do these but the problem is I know like nothing about anyone. Of you were to ask me for a Donald Trump moodboard I honestly do not know what I would do my mind would just blank. That being said, in decently good at making them so if there were a person I knew well enough to do a stimboard on, I definitely could

Icon edits - This is somthing I'm capable of doing, but it isn't something where I would want this entire blog to just turn into requests. If you're making a blog specifically for these creative requests things totally hmu

Art - I cannot draw but my hope is that that changes in the future.

Meet us!

My last intro post didn't really have any information on us as people let's try and fix that.

I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Anxiety. I'm the main mod and significantly less source connected/more source ashamed. I go by he/Anxiety with Anxiety being able to work in place of either a name or a pronoun. Unless the host is helping out with something, anything that isn't labeled comes from me. I'm the only one out of the two of us with the physical ability to type so when he posts something, it's a little special occasion and deserves a label.

My boyfriend doesn't have a name option other than a source one. On the blog he has only been referred to as my boyfriend, but if you need a name for him, call him NPC. He uses he/him pronouns and will sign off any post that he thinks up all on his own with -NPC and tagged with # npc posts

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Here is some of the tagging we use on this blog

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# queued because I am asleep 😊 / queued because hopefully I'm sleeping = posts that I queue to be 5-ish hours away from the last post. I often post somthing at 12 am Eastern Time regardless of the last something was posted, so those early morning positivity posts tend to also be queued with the tag

If you come across us and like what we do, consider boosting or realigning this post! I'd love for as many people to find out we exist as possible

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sincerely-sofie · 20 days

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still cant get over travailshipping. i remember when you first tested the waters with it (which i believe was some time before the tpiag chapters started coming out?) and at first i thought it was pretty funny. ark slowly but surely falling headfirst for twig, who if she had a tagline it would be "if i could turn my feelings into weapons, mine would be a goddamn nuclear bomb", and her at first just being oblivious to it and thinking that the letters that expressed love and care that were written in cursive in her mailbox were just funny and she wanted to show them to ark with the guy just looking at her with the most "well that backfired in the weirdest way possible". but when tpiag finally ended i finally connected the dots as to why these two are just. augh. i wont go into detail here in your askbox but i wanna know is: HOW DID YOU DO IT. HOW DO YOU KEEP MAKING SUCH GOOD IDEAS FOR THE FUNNY DIGITAL ANIMALS. TELL ME.

(thinking to myself) "Ugh I should stop posting so much travailshipping stuff... It's probably so annoying to everyone who sees it. I feel bad for my poor followers. I'll check my inbox real quick and then commit to shaking up my content by—" *gets obliterated by your niceness*

Oh man. I remember posting that poll where I hesitantly described a possible Darkrai/Twig pairing in the tags while proposing Twig/Kip as an alternative route, despite it not being the direction I wanted to take the characters, because I was so scared of what people’s reactions might be. If I remember right, I posted it a little bit before I had just barely reached 5k words in the first draft of TPiaG.

I've been trying to write up detailed responses to how I come up with good ideas for travailshipping in particular, but there's one rule I use that defines everything after it and speaks for all of them: I have fun with the characters.

That's it. That's the rule. If I don't want to write a subject, I don't. I stick with what I find enjoyable and resonant. Does a joke make me laugh? Does a scene make me cry? Does a villain make me punch a hole in my wall? Does a cute gesture make me squeal? If so, then into the project it goes. I think people can feel when someone is having fun with their work, and that fun radiates out into their own experience consuming that work. It's like laughter— joy is something we're sharing with others as long as we feel it. Fun is contagious.

Also: when you don't force yourself to make things you hate, you attract people who like the same things as you. These people will find your work even more fun— because not only did you have fun making it, they're having double fun consuming it.

An important tangent I'll go off on is that I think that every creative project idea is a good idea. There's so many beloved bizarro ideas in the world, even the ones who try to be cool about how weird their premises are. There's this weird show where the main character works as a service industry worker in an underwater setting that's ruled by a Roman deity— he lives in a piece of fruit, and his pet gastropod makes cat noises. This show sounds like word salad garbage on paper and could be tossed out for its nonsensical nature, and yet SpongeBob SquarePants has made Nickelodeon over $13 billion dollars and is a treasured part of many childhoods. There's also a character who spends his time locked in intellectual and physical combat with a wannabe clown and wears a costume with bat ears while doing it. Batman's been an icon for over 80 years.

All of this is to say:

Ideas are always good ideas by virtue of existing. They don't derive their goodness from external sources. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Make more of what you love. Don't make things you hate making.

If you have fun while making the thing, people will have fun while they consume the thing's content.

I hope this makes sense. I didn't touch on idea generation as much as embracing existing ideas. Fingers crossed that was the right response. I'd just woken up from a nap as I was writing it, so hopefully it's not too meandering and managed to answer the question and—

— Oh shoot. Was that a hypothetical question??? Uh. Sorry if I went off on this rant when you were just trying to voice your niceness. Oops. 🫥

#also: feel free to go into detail in my inbox 👀#i am always happy to hear people's thoughts on my blorbos #creativity tip #creativity advice #writing tip #writing #creativity tips #swear warning #creativity tips with sofie #(kinda)#sofie answers asks

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hvndredbattles · 6 days

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trying not to make direct eye-contact with everything in my drafts (including some askbox memes that i've migrated in there; i promise i'm percolating on those stars!)

i've been slamming my lil noggin against the wheels of academia, but with results! i've got a roadmap for the rest of my degree! i've also been studying for an exam i take today, and have been poking at a research paper (small) due in a few weeks. but i'm lurking! def gonna keep with my "reply to whatever i have words for first, not chronologically" model that at least gets things out periodically, but i have my eye on everything i owe, cross my lil squid heart.

#squoh oh cee ( ooc )#just want y'all to know no one has been forgotten! <3 #i've just been a rather busy creature recently

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wetcatspellcaster · 2 months

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I can totally get why you feel pressured with Pieces! When you write a popular fic, you do write it for yourself, but it's hard not to think of the thousands of people who give you their undying support, and you want to do right by them!! But, we are here because we love your writing (all of it. If I told you how many times I've reread Party Favors... Or dipped my toes back into An Honest Lie. God, God. I'd say too many, but it's honestly not enough) and we are here for the ride you choose to take us on. I have a firm belief in your abilities that has been proven true again again.

Personally I love your writing because it's amazing and well thought out, not because it's perfect. Which isn't to say that I notice any flaws (because I don't) but it is to say that perfection is unachievable. Pieces is fucking ambitious as hell, and you are slaying with each chapter, but you also aren't being paid. We are all freeloaders off of your google doc. Don't sweat about it too much.

That being said the last chapter had me SCREAMING. SCREAMING. I AM UNWELL!!!! THE HAIR REF,,,,,,,,,, HIS LITTLE CATTINESS,,,, ROSE BEING CRINGEFAIL,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ugh. UGH! IT'S JUST LIKE THE GOOD OL' DAYS ONLY NOT AT ALL AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

hello petal! thank you for sending this! I have been very tired for the last week or so, so I'm sorry to say that is why it sat in my askbox, I didn't want to not do the reply justice.

Thank you for being so kind! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing. I will 100% admit that I didn't think Pieces would become what it did, it's honestly amazing and I'm consistently blown away by the response it gets from readers and how nice everyone is, but it is very strange to write something ambitious just for your own curiosity versus suddenly hundreds of people getting an email when you're essentially 'fucking around and finding out'. I'm never going to complain! I'm very very lucky!! People like you now come to my tiny little tumblr and say nice things to me! But it has been a big change and it has definitely involved some adjustment lol.

It is nice to be reminded that some readers actually like the brand of Astarion/Tav I wrote before I touched an Ascendency AU, and that returning to that isn't a massive letdown lol. What is coming in the next few chapters of Pieces is a much softer brand of problem, and it's nice to be able to be a little kinder to the characters even if they're stewing in their own feelings! I hope people enjoy it when it happens, there is more repression and more absolute cringefail moments to come :')

I'm aware that I haven't updated anything in a few weeks, but unfortunately I am spending my days wrangling my PhD thesis and trying to edit it down to the wordcount. I have been writing, but I have not got an editing braincell in my body by the end of the day and that is why I haven't felt comfortable posting. I hope to be back soon, or at least by the end of the month once my draft is handed in. I know that's not what your purpose was in sending the message, but I just want to reassure you and other readers that I've not fallen off the face of the earth I am just. very very tired. Thank you for your kind words when my brain is on fire xx

#asks #lovely words from lovely people #my brain keeps falling out of my head at 6pm and i can't find it till the next day #i have drafted fic in this brainless time but lord knows if it's any good as it's just the visions managing things

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divineprank · 5 months

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OKAY. NOW THAT I GOT MY SANCTIMONIOUS FINGER-WAGGING OUT OF THE WAY....

...Kinda!

I had to take a break, and sure enough, the day I WANTED to come back, the computer I use to write with fucking fried. So a friend and I tried our best to troubleshoot it. We thought the problem was the power supply unit failing, but uh, nope! Turns out my entire motherboard just went kablooey! This is perfect timing, as I just bought a fucking car and I lost the job I had. I built the fried computer seven years ago and today, I learned that the motherboard's chipset is no longer being manufactured. So that means I have two options: either start building a new PC altogether or take a gamble on a used, but compatible motherboard.

If I don't have a computer then how am I back? Am I RPing using Tumblr mobile? GOD NO. I hate navigating that app, trying to get it to do anything other than lag, destroy the aspect ratio of your icons, and demolish the formatting of your posts is just like pulling teeth...Except it's worse than pulling teeth because at least at the dentist, you can opt to get high on nitrous oxide when getting that kind of work done. PLUS UH, I don't technically have a phone. I busted mine a while back and am currently borrowing my mom's. Just another thing to spend money I don't have on. 8')

I am currently using a hand-me-down laptop that I obtained as a gift for building a new desktop computer for my dad early this year. The thing is around... 15 years old a this point, and despite how hard I tried to fix this thing, it freezes regularly, overheats and the fans constantly and the CPU just CHUGS. So far I've been able to get by doing very simple work on it and that's going to be the case for the time being.

SO...

Thanks to the limitations I am currently facing, I will be unable to use icons in my RP threads for the time being. They're saved onto the fried desktop computer and I have no way of accessing them currently. It's not a huge loss because I'm not thrilled with my icons but I know some people like to use them, so I apologize for the lack of etiquette there, haha.

Since this laptop suffers like hell doing anything even slightly taxing, I will not be picking up old RPs right now. Most of them are multiple reblogs in and are novel-length, which is typically how I prefer to write. I just know that if i try to open those threads in my drafts and make any changes to them, the browser will freeze and crash. So for the time being, I will just start new, smaller threads rather than try to work on anything I have saved currently.

I AM NOT DROPPING OUR THREADS. I VERY MUCH INTEND TO CONTINUE THEM AND RESPOND TO OUR RPS WHEN I AM ABLE TO GET MY HANDS ON A DEVICE THAT WON'T CRASH WHEN WRITING LARGER POSTS!!!

So, just to reiterate: I will be keeping everything saved and I will NOT be working on any our old RP threads due to the limitations of the 15 year old laptop that I'm currently running. For the time being, I WILL ONLY be writing and participating in new, small RPs. Thank you so much for your understanding. If you have any questions, feel free to send 'em my way!.. And as always, Gan's askbox is open! <3

#out of time. :: [out of character]#the legend of zelda rp #legend of zelda rp #zelda rp #loz rp #tloz rp #Ganondorf rp

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defectivexfragmented · 8 months

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Okay so this is not something I want to do. It’s something I need to do because of some big changes in my personal life. On Monday, I am starting online college courses to finish my degree and on Wednesday my son is starting middle school. All in all, my already full plate is going to become fuller as I am a single mother and work full time.

This past week I have been so busy and stressed that I’ve had minimal muse and written almost nothing. My drafts are piling up and at this point I have essentially given up on my askbox. I truly feel so horribly guilty over how long my partners are having to wait for replies.

So what does this boil down to?

I am going to be making some changes on here over the weekend. First, I am going to making my blog private and will be soft blocking some people in addition to not accepting new partners for the time being. I am mainly focusing on my long time partners and partners who I’ve had some sort in depth plotting with. It is nothing personal, I promise. Maybe after some time if things in my personal life calm down or I actually manage to get my drafts truly under control, we can write together. I understand, if not.

I will be dropping a lot of my older drafts. Seeing how long they’ve been sitting there is stressing me out and when I try to reply that stress I’m already feeling is making it close to impossible and it snowballs. I’ll be reaching out to my partners as threads are dropped. Right now, I'm doing a lot better with plotted threads rather than winging it so those are the ones I'll be focusing on.

Lastly, everything in my askbox is going to be deleted. There are no memes in my queue and I will not be posting any in the near future, other than matt’s hot lawyer advice and clint’s cooking with clint games. My askbox will be temporarily closed as well as I really can't deal with any more anon hate right now. I feel like shit about doing this as is, I don't need help feeling worse.

please feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions, concerns, or simply want to talk. Again, I'm so sorry to have to do this.

#psa #ooc

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kazoosandfannypacks · 11 months

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"Last Chance" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: General Word Count: 1K Summary: Killian had been hoping to tell Emma about his feelings for her at some point this Christmas break, as their friends visited with her brother. As the holiday came and went, Killian feared he may have missed his chance. Fortunately for him, one last Christmas decoration has yet to be put away- and it may be just what they need to break the ice. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, modern au, christmas, snowing, first kiss, oneshot, college au Author's notes: This one's based on a prompt that @everything-person sent to the discord a while back! It was probably jsut after Christmas when it was sent, and I wrote it not long after that, but it sat in my drafts for a while. After a poll revealed y'all wouldn't mind a Christmas fic in May, I've decided today would be an awesome day to post it. I hope you guys enjoy it! Shoutout to @booksteaandtoomuchtv for betaing! Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!] Also on Ao3!

Killian smiled at Emma across the room as she took down the decorations on the tree, just like he'd smiled at her when she'd helped put them up, and like he'd smiled at her when they'd helped her sister-in-law make cutout cookies, and when they'd all gone caroling and got hot chocolate afterwards, and when they exchanged gifts on Christmas morning, and when they all sat down for a Christmas dinner- and really, like he'd been smiling at her since the day he met her at a campus-wide fall festival- one that he'd almost decided not to attend; one that she'd've skipped out on if her friends hadn't dragged her along.

But how fortunate was he that he'd gone, and that he'd somehow fallen in with her friend group there, and how readily they invited him to join them at various activities afterwards. Already they'd celebrated a few birthdays together, set up a trunk for trunk-or-treat, gone on a few hikes- and now they'd even celebrated Christmas together.

It really was kind of Emma's brother to invite him and some of their other friends to stay over the week for Christmas. It was nice to get away from the dorms for a bit to celebrate a small town Christmas.

It also would've been the perfect opportunity for Killian to tell Emma how he felt about her. Christmas magic in the air, blanket of snow across the town, the lights, the excitement, the merriment, the wonder- but as Killian helped her brother, David, take down the last string of Christmas lights, he realized he'd probably missed his chance at a Christmas miracle. Tomorrow they'd head back to school, back to classes and teachers and homework- back to normal.

And, unfortunately for Killian, his normal life only involved liking Emma from a distance.

"And it looks like another family- and friends- Christmas is officially in the books." David said, wrapping up the last string of lights.

"Thanks for having us," Killian said.

"Our pleasure," David said, "the more the merrier."

"Allow me," Killian said, taking the string of lights from David, "you've already done more than enough for us."

"Alright."

A bright green tote labeled "XMAS LIGHTS" sat just between this room and the living room- where Emma had been taking the last of the decorations off the tree. Killian wondered if he could steal another glance at Emma without anyone noticing, but his glance revealed she was coming that way, with a string of lights of her own to put away.

"Here," Killian said, walking past the tote to take the string of lights from her.

"I can get it," she said, holding out the string of lights at arms length away from him.

"It's really no trouble at all," Killian said. He stood in the doorway between her and the box of lights, and when she tried to walk past him, he sidestepped into her path. She tried again, and he blocked her again, and again, and the same result.

She sighed as she handed him the bundle of lights. "You really are taking the fun out of this."

"Am I?" Killian asked with a smug smile.

Mary Margaret interrupted their conversation to yell something past them both, to David.

"Oh, David! We still need to take the mistletoe down too!"

Killian knew which doorway the mistletoe hung in almost too well- he'd seen David catch his wife standing there a few too many times- and it happened to be the very same doorway that Killian and Emma were now standing under.

"No," Emma said, "I already…."

She looked up at the ceiling almost confused, like she hadn't expected the mistletoe to be right where it had been for the last two weeks, so much so Killian almost didn't expect it to be there either. But Killian looked up too, and sure enough, there was the mistletoe, right above himself and Emma Swan.

"This is almost too good to be true," Killian thought. Fate had given him one last chance at a Christmas miracle.

"I thought I took that down," Emma said.

Killian swallowed the lump in his throat- it was now or never.

"Swan?"

"Yeah?"

"We're under the mistletoe," he said, trying not to chicken out as her eyes met his, "and there's this tradition…."

"Do Christmas traditions still count after New Year's?" Emma asked.

"I sure hope so." Killian thought.

"The last chance of the season," he said, "may I?"

Emma smiled and nodded, and Killian's heart skipped a beat as she said, "Yeah."

He closed his eyes and leaned forward, meeting her lips with his for the most perfect moment of his life. Her lips touching his was like a meteor shower, or a firework- beautiful, entrancing, dangerous- and done and over with way too soon. He pulled away, smiling, wishing he could've made that moment last longer, but not wanting to push her further than she was willing to go.

He thought his heart was beating so loud she could probably hear it, but realized instead that the sound was their friends clapping. He didn't turn to look at them though- in that moment, all he wanted to see was Emma.

"Is that the best you got?" Emma asked.

"What?" Killian asked.

"It's like you said," Emma said, taking from his hands the bundles of lights that had gotten them into this beautiful mess in the first place. She threw them aside, probably landing them somewhere near the tote they belonged in.

"What?"

"'Last chance of the season-'" she said, "might as well make it a good one."

She placed her hands on his neck, stood up on tiptoes so her lips were parallel with his, then whispered, "May I?"

Killian couldn't get out much more than a nod and a breath that sounded almost like a "yeah," not even seeing this moment coming in his wildest daydreams- Emma Swan asking to kiss him.

She slid her hands down to his collar and pulled him closer, drawing his lips down into hers in a kiss that blew the last one out of the water.

He placed his hands on her waist, trying to experience everything he could in this moment- his lips exploring hers, her body in his hands, the lingering taste of gingerbread in her breath, a subtle pine smell, her warmth- holding her closer than he'd ever dared dream she'd let him. He was so lost in the moment he didn't even hear their friends cheering around him as he wrapped one of his hands further around her side, resting her neck in his other, pulling her into a dip and holding her as tightly as he could, pulling her even closer as he kissed her.

For the past three months he'd been watching her from a distance, wishing he could tell her how much she meant to him, wishing he could even just take her hand, ask her to get coffee, hold her at a dance, walk her back to her dorm and kiss her goodnight. And now that he had her in his arms and had her lips on his, he had three months of catching up to do, and one kiss to do it in. Every moment spent pining from a distance equalled another ounce of passion and love he needed to communicate in this kiss.

But as all good things have to, this kiss came to an end. Emma pulled away, her hands still on his neck, her eyes still sparkling in reflection of his, her breath still lingering on his lips. They both breathed heavily, still lost in their own little world a moment longer, until he gently stood her upright again.

"Wow," he whispered, hoping his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the cheering of her friends around them. "Swan, that was…."

"I know," Emma whispered, a look in her eyes that said it still wasn't nearly enough.

But she shook her head and blinked back to reality, and he as well noticed the crowd of spectators around them. Then he looked back down to Emma, her cheeks flushed with the most perfect shade of red he'd seen that whole Christmas season.

She smiled as she let go of him, albeit a bit awkwardly, and he watched her walk away from him, not taking his eyes off her until she'd walked out the back door and disappeared from view. The rest of the group, apparently, had decided the show was over and got back to whatever they'd been doing before Killian's life changed forever like that.

Killian ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, leaning against the doorway to brace himself and his thoughts. He'd just kissed Emma Swan. He'd practically made out with her- and if he could do that, what was stopping him from finding a moment with her later, telling her how he felt, asking her if she wanted him to be something more to her.

He smiled as he took down that fateful mistletoe plant, now filled with hope that maybe things wouldn't be so normal when they got back to school- or maybe normal would be something even better now.

Maybe he hadn't missed his chance with Emma after all.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #fanfiction #cs ff #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard #snowing #christmas #college au #modern au #first kiss #cw kissing

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cwarscars · 3 months

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okay; so i've decided alongside revamping my timeline / headcanons, i also want to replenish threads / interactions etc.

what this means is that i just wanna start things fresh. shipping wise, i have so many wonderful ships / stories i've written with people, and yes - they're amazing, they will be kept. but i think for my peace of mind / a good way to get me writing again is for me to just start afresh regarding threads.

if we have ongoing storylines, we can continue these - but i want to do them in fresh threads. i know this might be tedious / awkward but i've got so many just sat in my drafts and i've let them pile. with work and the pupperooni and all that jazz, i think i've let them stagnate for long enough that it's hard to get into the swing of writing them again.

so, thread wise - i'm going to drop everything (booo, this guy stinks - i know lol). but this way, it's better for me to plot with new peeps i haven't spoken to before and for those i have stories with etc, i can create a story with you surrounding our current one and hopefully be able to focus on it more!

my plan is -

empty my askbox | as it stands, i have seven asks character-wise, i plan on chipping through these as i go.

thread wise | all are dropped and i will be messaging people as i get back in the swing of things to replot things etc.

headcanons | im working on a massive revamp post. some have already been deleted from my blog. might try and post this bad boy tonight but i'm exhausted from work, so we'll see :eyes:.

all in all, i'ma be making some plotting calls and an interest tracker real soon. i really, really wanna get into the swing of writing regularly again and if it means a soft reboot, then so be it T-T

#(ooc)#(tbd)#ill delete this when ive finished the asks #i just wanna clean slate but also not yknow?#cause i seriously dont want to delete and remake #i have too much on here #i just wanna kinda soft reboot things so i can find a rhythm again to writing #im sorry if i let anyone down with this ive just been so swamped #and working full-time on computers like idk when i finish work i just dont wanna stare at a screen #but ahh yknow ill get there-

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queerxqueen · 4 months

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For the ask game 🛠️🧐

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

For fanfiction, I mostly use Notion for planning, outlining, and drafting, and then move to Google Docs if I have beta readers. Notion is my absolute favorite because of being able to customize labels and organization systems. It can have a big learning curve but if you learn how to use the databases they can be soooooo delightful.

For longer projects and original fiction I sometimes also use Miro for planning and organization, and then Scrivener for drafting. The longer a story gets, the more likely I'll need to use Miro and Scrivener to keep everything straight. But most of the time just Notion is okay for fics and stories under 50k words.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Oh god, yes. I'll end up on a rabbit hole researching random shit for one small detail. It's dangerous, so sometimes I put brackets like [research 80s things here] or [would body decompose this fast?] to fill in later so I don't get toooooo distracted.

That's not even counting, like, the media analysis aspect of research for fanfiction. "Researching" by studying the fuck out of the characters to write them as true to canon (or my reading of canon) as I can.

When I first saw Saltburn, I knew I'd want to write fanfiction for it. But first, I read the script, watched the film 3 more times, wrote analysis, read analysis, read and watched every Emerald Fennell interview I could---and only then started writing. Because for a film like Saltburn I really wanted to get them and their psyches right. Moth & Flame is as much a story as it is an analysis of the characters.

I'm not saying everyone has to be a scholar in order to write fanfiction, but for me personally, feeling like a total expert in the media is a prerequisite to me trying to write fanfic.

Is that crazy or is that normal fanfic author behavior????

[Fanfic Writer Ask Game >>> My Askbox]

#ask game #answered #anon #writing #fanfiction #the moth and the flame

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