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amazinglyegg · 3 months

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JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.

#You WILL learn everything about my sole survivor and you WILL enjoy it #i'm writing this at midnight so theres probably so many spelling errors im sorry #this is my attempts at organizing him and his story at least a tiny bit #his story is very malleable and I keep switching it up whenever i get a new plot idea!#anyway ask me questions about him if youd like. i will attempt to answer them...... or make up the answer on the fly idk #fallout 4 #sole survivor oc #my art #oc art #oc jay

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a-wandering-fangirl · 1 year

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Moving In

Kirishima x GN Black Aroace Reader

WC: 836

Warnings: Reader has braids. Reader feels alterous attraction

Genre: Idek. Angst to fluff ig. It's sad but not really.

A/N: This one is for me. It's incredibly self indulgent and probably very ooc. Kirishima is ace IDC what anyone else says. Argue with the wall.

"It truly is love that makes us human." You scoff after hearing the sentence play from the TV.

"I swear to God if I hear that line one more time I'm gonna kill someone." The sounds of Kirishima's laughter filled the room. You had both been sitting in the living room. Kiri on the couch and you on the floor. You were both working on taking down your braids while watching a cheesy romcom.

"He stole your car to see another woman. Girl, why you even like this man? I promise you this ain't it." You were speaking desperately to a person who couldn't hear you, and even if she could you doubted that she'd even listen to your advice. The girl in question was absolutely enamored with the man on the screen for reasons unbeknownst to you. You always wondered why people fell in love like this. It was completely irrational and idiotic. Two people who just didn't work together trying to force love and yet somehow they both end up happily ever after. After all this time you were finally at peace with your identity. Nothing was wrong with you because you didn't want romantic love or sex. But there were days you wished that you could be in love. Nothing like the love stories that you saw on TV but something similar. You reach around for the scissors while mentally cursing yourself for missing the braid.

"Here." Kirishima says handing them to you. You thank him and he goes back to working on a braid.

"I'm glad you were able to come help me." You examine the braid in your hand ensuring that you wouldn't be cutting it too high. You almost never do but it never hurts to be careful. "It would've taken me all day to get done but with you here we're already halfway through."

Kirishima chuckles.

"Y'know if you keep calling me over like this I might as well just move in." You snip at your hair much harder than you originally intended, completely startled by his words. He had said it in a joking manner but you knew that there was some anticipation in his words. He wasn't entirely wrong either. You had both relied on one another more times than you could count. It would certainly make life easier if you both lived together. You sigh and set the scissors down next to you. His words made you anxious. Thoughts began to ramble on in your mind. Were you happy that he offered? Did you both even want the same things? Would he be able to understand? You couldn't lose him as a friend. But, there were days where you wished that you were both something more. Nothing too drastic. Just…

"What would that make us?" You ask, fearing his reply.

"Um." He paused while slowly untwisting a braid. "Well, what do you want us to be?" The uncertainty in his voice was obvious. Were the same thoughts going through his head? Did he wish that you were both something more? Would he be disappointed because you couldn't give him what he wanted? You turned down the volume on the TV. If only life were as simple as a movie. If only the love you wanted could be put into words.

"I don't know exactly." You sigh and turn to look at him. He let's go of the braid in his hand. "I don't think there's an exact word for what I want. But I know that I don't want a romantic relationship." Kiri looked down at his hands.

"Oh." The flamed hair boy looked distraught. You could always tell what he felt since he carried his heart on his sleeve. It made deep discussions like this easier because he could never hide what he felt. It was one of the things that you loved about him.

"But," You reached for his hands. "I do know that I love you." You smile. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Not as best friends or as partners but just…" You stopped and looked down. You were used to rejection when it came to relationships. Especially after you came out. But when it came to Kiri everything felt right. You knew that he didn't feel sexual attraction either but you were still scared to

add a label on your relationship. Would he be satisfied with this? He grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his.

"I kinda get what you're saying." He flashed you his signature sharky smile. "I'd love to be your person. I can't see a future without you in my life." Just like that all the weight, anxiety, and fear that you felt went away. After all this time how could you think that Kirishima out of all people would reject you. You smile. If it's with him you knew that the two of you would be able to figure out what this love was together.

"Will you move in with me?"

#jay's attempt's at writing #kirishima x black!reader #kirishima x black reader #mha x black!reader #mha x ace reader #mha x black reader #mha x gender neutral reader #kirishima x reader #asexual!reader #aromantic!reader #kirishima #kirishima x y/n #{🖤🩶🤍💜}#{what is love}

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jacuzziwaters · 4 months

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I need to see a sports anime where the school is just flat out broke. The gym, which is falling apart, has to be rented out for fundraisers on a weekly basis because they can't afford sports equipment, none of the team members have a uniform, there's a kid whose glasses are being held together by duct tape that always break at the end of practice, the coach is the best in the district but he's always drunk.

And I need the team to be good. Like dominating the field. Every single one of them kids has a scholarship waiting for them when they graduate. And not a single one of them is somber about their situation either. They make the most of what they got with a smile on their face.

#also they need to be poc #i make the rules #jay's attempts at communicating #anime idea #writing ideas

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ahalliance · 3 months

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dansir admin the fucking goat their interactions with the frenchies are fantastic

#qsmp #jay liveblogs #it’s gotta be dansir admin bc of the way they write….. i believe #a lot of slang and verlan #antoine’s attempting to boss them around lmao

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zanethepa1n · 3 months

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Threats, and how to dispose of them.

Guess who wrote another zangst ficlet :3

!!! WARNINGS: Season 11 Spoilers, Suicide Ideation, Suicide Attempt

Read on Ao3

Summary

Zane has hurt people. Considering the circumstances, he will hurt more people. He is a danger to his friends-- he is a threat. As a ninja, it is his duty to protect Ninjago and his friends from threats such as himself. Therefore, he must be disposed of.

Shortly after coming back from the Never-Realm, Zane identifies himself as a danger to everyone around him and attempts suicide. Jay unknowingly saves his life.

Zane had always been the kind of person to attempt to handle dangerous situations delicately, and was usually fairly skilled at getting them under control without causing harm to whatever threat he may be attempting to contain…that being said, he felt as though this specific situation required less “mercy” (for lack of a better term).

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For all of his life, or…most of it, at least, Zane had been taught that threats needed to be dealt with the moment they were identified as such– no matter how harmless it seemed at the time of discovery, it needed to be handled immediately, to prevent it from slipping under the radar and getting stronger. That was the whole purpose of being a defender of Ninjago, was it not? To protect it from harm? And that required disposing of threats as soon as they came to light.

The nindroid spun the pen in his hand before setting it down on the desk he was sitting at. The dull light of his old lamp dimly lit up the surface of the desk. It was a tidy space. The lamp was positioned in the top corner to the right, while a pen, pencil, and other supplies holder was positioned to the top left corner of the desk. In the middle, currently, was the note he was attempting to write (“attempting” because, well, he had not gotten very far, and he did not have much time left to finish it), and the pen he had just set down, of course. His tired gaze shifted to the nearby alarm clock, and he let out a sigh. Four in the morning. He only had a few hours until his friends woke up. Pixal was always the first to wake up, if she was not already awake, but she spent most of her time in the Samurai X cave. Her awakening would be followed by Lloyd, then Nya, and then Kai, Cole, and Jay were normally woken up simultaneously by Lloyd and/or Nya. Zane shifted his free hand to rub at his eyes as he looked back down at the note and began to give it a quick proofread.

As he finished the short proofread, he decided to just rush the note. It would not turn out exactly as he had hoped but, as long as it conveyed the message he needed it to, it would be fine. Zane leaned over the paper, picking his pen back up and returning to writing. Despite his best effort, he continued to find it rather difficult to focus.

Perhaps this was an overreaction. It did not…feel like an overreaction, but that was only in his own opinion. How would his friends feel about this? Pixal? Master Wu? Zane narrowed his eyes slightly at the latter name. He wasn’t in the mood to think about Master Wu’s opinion at this current moment. Quickly, his gaze softened and his scribbling on the paper grew a bit more aggressive.

See, this was exactly why this needed to be dealt with in a different way than other threats were! He could not keep his own emotions in check, and that mixed with him having elemental powers that responded strongly to emotions (especially negative ones), and his negative emotion output only having been increased since his recent return from the Never-Realm, and…ah, there was no point in listing it all, the list could go on forever. The point was, he could not be trusted. He was a threat. To Ninjago, to his friends. To everyone and everything.

Therefore, he needed to be dealt with. Disposed of.

Zane rose to his feet, carefully setting the pen back down beside the note. No matter how strongly his friends might believe this was an overreaction, they could not argue with logic.

…Although, Zane doubted they would end up arguing much against his decision, at the end of the day, despite how much it pained him to think about. He did not blame his friends for that, though. It was not their fault that he had allowed himself to harm people like he had– no, no, “harm people” was much too light of a way to phrase what he had done. He had murdered. He had wiped an entire species to extinction, nearly two, had he killed the formlings rather than just freezing them. He had tortured an entire civilization for years. Decades. And then, if it was not bad enough already, he’d almost killed Lloyd. He doubted his friends knew even half of what he had done in the Never-Realm– to the Never-Realm. He and Lloyd were the only ones who knew that he had even been the Ice Emperor at all. He had not told anyone but, had Lloyd?

The thought made Zane’s stomach twist in knots (metaphorically, of course). It was already devastating enough watching Lloyd shrink into himself every time Zane came anywhere near him. Anytime Zane was in Lloyd’s general vicinity, he would back away, stutter, attempt to appear smaller in any way he could. Lloyd was terrified of him. The child he used to read bedtime stories to (and still did, on occasion, whenever he had trouble sleeping), the child who rambled to him nonstop for hours about Starfarer…scared of him.

Zane could not imagine the rest of his friends reacting similarly, too. He could not bear watching everyone he loved grow fearful of even being in his presence. It felt selfish to admit, even to himself, but…that was part of the reason he had decided on this. The guilt, and the…overwhelming fear.

The nindroid fidgeted with his hands as he moved to sit on his bed. Frost creeped up his fingertips, and he quickly wiped it away. This was another reason he was doing this. Zane’s powers had always had a close link with his emotions, as mentioned before but, since his return from the Never-Realm, that link had gotten much more…intense. His element had always given slight hints to how he was feeling, such as frost forming on his fingertips, or the temperature around him dropping greatly, but now it was worse. The night of his return from the Never-Realm, for example. The moment he had gotten left alone in his room and the adrenaline had worn off everything and he began to process everything that had happened, he just…fell apart. He could not stop crying. Spires of ice shot from the ground. He nearly froze himself to the floor.

What if that happened again, but he was near his friends? Or, First Master forbid, while he was engaged in combat in Ninjago City? He was a threat. It was as simple as that. No worries. Zane knew how to dispose of a threat.

He let out a steady breath as he sat down on his bed. He could not back out now. He would not allow himself to put his friends in danger.

Zane stared blankly at the floor of his bedroom as his hand found and tightly grasped the bundle of wires he was looking for. He took a deep breath. This was for the best. With a final exhale, Zane–

Not wanting to risk wasting any more time, Zane drowned out his doubts and lifted up his sweater. His hand quickly found the handle of his chest panel and, with a quiet click, popped it open. It had not taken him long to decide on which method he wanted to use. His chest panel contained an abundance of wires, all of varying importance to his overall functioning capabilities. Simply grabbing a select handful of them and ripping them all out would, theoretically, hopefully, cause enough damage to shut down a majority of his vital systems, whilst also causing enough damage to be irreparable by the time his friends found him. Obviously, there were much quicker and painless ways to go about this, but…Zane did not quite feel comfortable allowing himself to die that way. Not after what he had done. He did not deserve that.

Suddenly, the nindroid released the wires and his eyes grew wide as he snapped his head towards his bedroom door.

He heard footsteps. Footsteps. Someone was awake. Zane’s hands were trembling. He felt like he could barely breathe, even though he did not need to breathe either way. There was a knock at his door, followed by a quiet voice.

“Zane? Buddy?”

Jay. It was Jay. Zane stayed silent. If he stayed completely quiet, Jay would think he was asleep, and he would leave. And Zane could get this over with.

But he didn’t leave.

“Hey, man, uh…” Jay paused, giving Zane room to respond, or even just acknowledge his presence, but Zane did not. After a second or two of silence, Jay let out a small sigh, and continued. “...I know you’re awake.” Zane held his breath. “I heard you walking around, earlier. But, um..” Jay paused, again. “...I can’t sleep, either. Sorry if I’m overstepping or something but I’m just…I’m really worried about you. You were in awful shape when you got back from the Never-Realm, and you need repairs so bad! But I never even get the chance to ask 'cause you keep avoiding me– all of us. You keep cooking and cleaning and acting like everything is fine and I…I know it’s not. I know it’s not okay. I know you’re not okay.”

Silence, again. Zane felt tears collecting in his eyes. He said nothing. He did not know how to respond.

After another moment of quiet, Jay continued, like he had before, but this time the concern in his voice was stronger. “...Zane?”

Zane stood from his bed, closing his chest panel and tugging his sweater back down.

“...My apologies. Give me a moment,” Zane replied as he wiped his eyes. He heard a muffled sigh of relief from the other side of the door.

“Nah, don’t worry! Take your time!” Jay replied.

Zane turned around, his gaze settling on the note, still on his desk, illuminated by his dim lamp. He grabbed the paper, crumbling it in his hand and dropping it into the trash bin beside his desk. His heart ached. His very being screamed in despair. He regretted this decision the moment he stood up. He should have waited for Jay to leave, because now his plan was ruined. Now he would not get another chance. Now his friends were in danger. And it was his fault.

Zane wiped tears from his eyes and turned to the door, approaching it. He hesitated, still contemplating turning back around and finishing what he had already started…but he did not. He rested his hand on the doorknob and pulled the door open.

He knew just from the way Jay’s expression fell that he looked awful.

They stared at each other for an uncomfortable few seconds, before Jay eventually broke the silence.

“...Repairs?” he prompted, a nervous smile coming to his face. Zane stared Jay down, considering for a moment.

“...Repairs,” Zane agreed, stepping out of his doorway and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh, thank the first MASTER!” Jay exclaimed, followed by laughter and a clearly relieved sigh. “I thought you weren’t gonna come out! I gotta get all my tools ready– come on!” Without sparing another moment, Jay turned and darted off down the hall. Zane turned his head to glance back at his door, hesitating, but quickly shook his head. It was obvious that his friends needed him. Cared about him. They were willing to help him through this. If that was not something to continue living for, Zane wasn’t sure what else possibly could be.

As a faint smile tugged on Zane’s lips, he turned, taking a deep breath before calling after Jay and following him down the hall.

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boimgfrog · 5 months

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I can't possibly fit every fucked up evil romance trope in my book but I want to. God. I want them to eat each other.

#jay says a thing #amd they eould. they would eat each other. but im not letting either of them die for realsies so it wouldnt fit :(#ughhhhhh wrending the flesh from your dead lovers bones in a last ditch attempt to keep them inside you #i could write the most ephemeral sex scenes that arent really sex. sighs.

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thebluestbluewords · 7 months

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My brain is doing some NOT VERY GREAT things rn, so I am EXTERNALIZING THE FEELINGS ONTO FICTIONAL MEN because that’s a healthier coping mechanism than the other options. (cw for suicidal ideation)

Jay’s been to the college library twice. Once because it was part of orientation, and once on his own in an attempt to do homework. He got one chapter into his assigned reading before a group of enthusiastic tennis juniors swept through and picked up anyone they recognized, and he hasn’t been back since. There’d been too many people around to focus on homework anyway.

“I’m not doing homework.”

Carlos thwacks his head. “I didn’t say we were doing homework, I said we’re going to the library. I know you don’t focus around other people.”

Jay rolls onto his back, as far away as he can get in the confines of a twin bed.

It’s not very far.

“I don’t focus….anywhere.”

Carlos winds a hand into his shirt to pull him back.

“Like I said, I know this game. You don’t focus anywhere because your brain thinks you’d be better off dead, and it won’t listen to anything that’s not getting it to that goal. You’re not going to shout over it, so you’re got to sneak around it.”

#this doesn’t get tags or anything #it’s just…..some of the thots I am having about my special little guys #in my heart Jay is the guy who is so so focused on caring about his crew #that he doesn’t know how to exist without them #and this manifests itself in a HORRIBLE attempt at a first semester of college #where he doesn’t know how to function around the void where his people should be #and like.#Evie is off having fun in the city for her own first semester and sending the group chat cute daily selfies and OOTD pics #and Mal is learning magic now that she’s out of high school and enjoying the hell out of herself #and talking about all the stuff her mom never told her #and finding her people now that she’s able to get outside the Auradon Prep bubble #and it’s just…..that relatable college feeling where all of your friends are THERE on the phone #but they’re not really there the same way as they were #and you can’t be the downer who talks about it #but you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you just…..#gave up #anyway!! We love to write our feelings away!!!

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hungharrington · 5 months

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s-series? frenemies to lovers? no? 🥺

series yes!! i have not forgotten about it!! i waz literally thinking of it last night in bed bcos my overconfident brain thinks it may manage to do two series so i can do both frenemies & friends to lovers….

but gah damn i also have to write the second part to a little less conversation so…. 🤲 spare patience? i have lots of ideas but working on getting them written!

#yeah the vibes i had for frenemies to lovers was so insane i was like naur i cant waste them #figuring out how to do them tho. i have plot for one (1) of them #i’m also writing the biggest fic i’ve ever attempted on my other blog currently so i’m maxing out my writing brain HAHA #but i’ve always tried to be less hard on myself on this blog so i am CARRYING that energy in some series #jay answers #anon

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jacuzziwrites · 7 months

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As a writer there's a certain fear that comes with knowing that there's always going to be people that misunderstand and mischaracterize your character. It makes me want to keep all of my stories to myself. But I know that I have to, because I know there's somebody's going to get them. They'll understand and care about them, maybe in a completely different way than what I originally intended. I also know that there might be someone out there who needs to see a character like mine. It makes all the time and energy into creating worth it in the end. Whether other people understand or completely misinterpret what I'm saying it'll always be worth it.

#i got sentimental thinking about my characters again #ocs #writers #writing #jay's attempts at writing

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rainofthetwilight · 8 months

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i want to share a specific au of mine but im like. scared

me n my friendo have been ranting together abt for like 2(?) yrs n i was thinking of posting abt it n never did (i wasnt completely involved in the fandom at that time as i am today)

now that i am i wanna post it but im nervous

might tweak it a little not sure

(more of the rant in the tags, important ig)

#ninjago #i obviously dont mind if people wont like it/dont care abt it especially since its like.#a kid au #where nya and jay unexpectedly have a kid after s10 #im rlly scared to post abt it but i have so many ideas in my head and my adhd ass cant handle ranting to myself #especially with how me n my bestie have been so busy lately we never talk #plus our different timezones #if any of u guys even just one person wants to hear abt it ill try my best #im also attempting to improve my writing skills. they suck #art and summaries will probably be more frequent until i ever decide to make a fic or smth #by now actually your free to ask questions since abt anything regarding the au since i dont want to do a summary just yet #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #jay walker #nya jiang #levi's ted talks #also if this post flops act like u never saw it

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resident-gay-bitch · 9 months

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i don’t know how people write and get chapters out on time EVERYTIME like do you not get writers block once a month? where do these people come from? i am to impressed and if i ever meet an author that gets a chapter out on time every time i will literally bow at their feet

#crazy times out here #i SUCK at sticking to my own deadlines #it’s the smut #it’s always the smut #the smut gets me down #i love reading it #i love the ideas i have for it #i hate writing it #anyway #this is about mommy issues if you can’t guess lmao #goodbye i’m going to attempt to write more #jay talks

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a-wandering-fangirl · 1 year

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Let's Get Married

Bakugo x Black GN Reader (I looked through this so many times and yet I still feel like I used gendered terms even though there are none.)

WC: 400 (exact)

Warning: None. (Reader has long hair kinda.)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is a favor for a friend. This is also the first fanfic that I've ever written.

"Hey. We should get married."

You were both sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, watching old rom coms when your boyfriend proposed. You both had talked about getting married before so his proposal wasn't coming from nowhere.

"Y/N Bakugou." A small smile crept onto your face."I kinda like the sound of that."

You lay your head down on his shoulder. Your soft curls acted as a cushion for your head. "I can't believe the Great Explosion God Murder Dynamight proposed to me."

"It's your own damn fault for falling for me." He interlaced his hands with yours.

"Weren't you the one who was all red and stuttery when you first asked me out?"

"It wasn't that bad." He scoffed

"I thought you were having an allergic reaction. I took you to Recovery Girl and everything."

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He was trying and failing to play off his embarrassment. You both sat there in comfortable silence. The only sounds coming from the cheesy declarations of love coming from the 2 protagonists.

"You're okay with it being me?" His voice was no louder than a whisper. If the TV was any louder you might've missed it. You turned to look at him. His eyes that burned as bright as the flames that he created barely flickered in the dim lighting of your living room. You looked up at the clock and looked back at him.

"Let's go." You stood up and began to grab your keys and wallet. Bakugo looked up in confusion.

"The courthouse should still be opened. And I'm sure all our friends would be more than willing to act as our witness." He stared blankly at you.

"You jumped to that really fast." Despite his initial shock he turned the tv off and began to gather his stuff too.

You grabbed your coat. "I texted the group chat. The whole squad said they'd meet us there. All that's left is our docume-" You were stopped mid sentence by Katsuki's lips gently pressing onto yours.

"I love you."

You looked up at him. There stood a 5 '11 man with eyes that held a forest fire and cheeks that matched. Despite how arrogant he seemed at first deep down you knew how much he cared for you. This is the man that you're going to marry. You chuckled to yourself.

"I love you too."

#jay's attempt's at writing #bakugo x black reader #black reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #gender neutral reader #bakugo x gender neutral reader

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