#kinda shitty

[chuunai]

hello !! idk if you’ll see this but for the 100 followers celebration, may i please request pm! chuuya + (17) wondering if they deserve you or not + (6) “just look at you, then look at me” ?? maybe it’s like he gets doubts and worries, especially when he sees reader getting interactions with others and considering his job and what it means for the reader? but… um, could it end with fluff, please? also, could it be a fanfic, pretty please? i do apologize if this is way too specific !!

once again, congratulations on 100 followers, you totally deserve it, your writing is absolute heaven !! have a nice day/night/afternoon !!

I love specific people and things no worries and thank you I adore your fanfics too!

✧˚ · . right by you - chuya nakahara

he doesn’t deserve you. not when you’re so good.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, unrequited love (supposedly), SFW → minor (barely any) angst with happy ending.

Chuuya Nakahara didn’t deserve you.

Nor the air you breathed, or the space you shared with him at the Port Mafia. He didn’t deserve any of that.

Chuuya had always considered himself an okay person. He killed people, but it was for the sake of Yokohama’s safety—subsequently, your safety. In the eyes of others, he’s a piece of shit through and through (that, he doesn’t deny). But in your eyes, he’s just a guy trying to do what’s best for his subordinates and city. In your eyes, he’s just Chuuya.

It’s a bit odd, honestly.

Having feelings for his subordinate.

It fucked with his mind too.

The Port Mafia was no place for love. Look at Higuchi pining over Akutagawa like a lovesick high schooler—that’s clearly going nowhere. So it’s not like he’d have a chance with you, anyway. Not when you’re so good, too. So, so much better than he ever could be.

Someone like you—who regularly brought cookies to the Mafia’s HQ to ‘boost morale’—didn’t deserve a fake human like him. One who was a vessel of a god. The fake Chuuya Nakahara. No matter how much evidence said he was the real one, he couldn’t believe it. Just look at him, then at you. No, you’re the real human.

And he’s a fucked up mess that also happens to be a murderer.

Great boyfriend material.

In the middle of his self-deprecation, a knock hit his door. Probably Tachihara, that smug bastard. Not like he was doing anything, anyways. Taking one last look at the ceiling of his office, Chuuya called out.

“Yeah yeah, door’s open. Come in.”

Instead of that redhead, it was you.

Shit.

He was sure your shift was over. It was what, eight at night now? You got off right around now, so you had no reason to see him. Yet his cheeks flushed up anyway as a pointless attempt at faking a cough was done to hide the obvious reddening. Mentally cursing himself for for being so childlike with his feelings, he sat up in his chair, pretending to write on a document.

“Need something?”

He’d do it. Just ask. Wait—that’s pathetic.

“No, but the others and I are going out to drink. You wanna come?”

Chuuya perked up immediately, already imagining the taste of red wine sliding down his throat and warming up his body. He loved drinking. Helped to get his mind off his problems—namely, you. His fingers drummed on the wood of his desk, a small hum drifting from his lips as he thought of the potential consequences.

He could get drunk and act stupid in front of you. Or accidentally harass you. Or end up blabbering his head off about Dazai again. Or-

Snapping out of his daze when he saw you awkwardly standing there waiting for his response, he shrugged.

Fuck it. It’d be fine.

“Sure. Usual bar?”

You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. You always did that when you were nervous. A small wave of worry washed over him. Did he make you nervous? Shitshitshit. What’d he do?

Standing up, he quickly organized some papers—recent missions and current objectives—into piles on his desk, palms slightly sweaty from the fact that you were watching him. Chuuya didn’t like how he always was a wreck around you. It wasn’t gonna make him good in your eyes, is what he thought. Lord, he wished he knew what would make you like—no, love—him back.

“Let’s go now then, yeah? We can get a head start on the others. Don’t want Tachihara to brag his ass off about being first again.”

He offered a small attempt at a smile, cheeks rosy and all. It was nothing compared to when you smiled, though. Like an angel. His angel. Holy fuck. He’s really gotta stop daydreaming about you when you were in the damn room with him.

Leading the way, he carefully kept to your side throughout the long hallways of the Port Mafia’s HQ, occasionally stopping to discuss a quick matter or two with one of his assistants. When someone bumped into you, he hesitantly placed a hand on your back to keep you steady and remind the other grunts that you were under his protection.

Although that still didn’t stop the dreamy stares at you.

Or the jealousy that Chuuya felt after. He knew that he wasn’t good enough for you, and he respected that. But these guys didn’t. No, they thought they somehow had a chance with you—a living, breathing angel—and that irked him. Shouldn’t they be grateful for just getting to see you? He was, anyway. He’d take all that he could get.

Including this short walk.

Lasting for only three minutes or so, soon you two were out in the chilly night air of the parking lot. You shivered a bit, cheeks and nose turning red and numb from the coldness. Chuuya couldn’t help himself as he nudged you closer to his side to be a bit more warm. Kouyou always said he was a human oven, after all. Walking to his car—nothing too fancy, yet not quite cheap—, like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you to sit in the front passenger seat next to him.

He always drove you to the bars. You always drove him back.

A fair deal, in his opinion.

Starting up the engine, Chuuya sneaked a glance at your profile. Nose tinted with red, cheeks puffy from the cold and eyes staring back at him. Wait. Huh? His face went red. Again. Now the both of you were flushed, and not from the cold.

“Want my coat? You uh, seem pretty cold.”

Please don’t say no, please don’t say no, please don’t-

“Yeah. Please.”

Chuuya shrugged off his black coat, carefully laying it on top of you like a cozy blanket. His hands brushed against your arms as he snugly placed it on you. You looked good under it.

“We’ll warm up with the alcohol later. I know you don’t like whiskey, but a shot should warm you up.”

You made a face, sticking out your tongue and giggling slightly while he started up the car, slowly backing out of his parking spot.

“That’s shit’s nasty, Chuuya-kun. Just like your wine.”

If Chuuya had one complaint about you, it’s that you didn’t like red wine.

“It’s an acquired taste, you brat. If you’d try it out more often, you’d like it.”

His heart warmed up at the sight of your smile, making sure to keep up the banter between you two as he drove to the nearby bar. His fingers twitched, aching to hold yours. To warm you up, too. He didn’t want his coat hugging you. Chuuya wanted to hug you. Was that too creepy? Hopefully not.

Traffic was a shitshow. Both of you agreed that more and more idiots were on the road lately, cursing at the car in-front of you. Thankfully, it didn’t last too long. Ten minutes later and he was pulling into the familiar parking lot of the same bar you two had been going to for a while with the others. A nice small corner bar, retro and one that didn’t mind their eccentricity.

Chuuya didn’t take back his coat from you as you wore it inside.

Ushering you into their usual corner booth, he ordered you two a small drink to start—just a vodka soda. Nothing too much. Although it got him slightly buzzed, a warm feeling calming him down a bit as he sipped. It felt nice. Just the two of you. No rowdy Tachihara. No Higuchi simping over Akutagawa or Gin staring at everyone.

Just you two.

“So uh, when are the others getting here?”

How much time did he have with you alone is what he really meant.

“Oh- let me check real quick. Sorry.”

Chuuya watched as you reached into your purse, grabbing your phone and probably texting Higuchi. A small frown came upon your lips after a minute. Nuh-uh. He’d kill whatever made you frown.

“Eh? Why’re you frowning? We’re drinking, cheer up a bit.”

You looked back at him sheepishly, scooting a bit closer to him.

“Well, apparently Akutagawa got sick so now Gin is taking care of him and Higuchi is worrying so she doesn’t want to come and Tachihara suddenly got busy out of nowhere.”

Yes! Yes yes yes! Just him and you now.

“Sucks. But the two of us are here, right?”

Chuuya was currently praying to God that you’d stay.

“Guess so. Should we order stronger drinks, then? I don’t wanna be sober.”

He now believed in God.

And so you drank. Him with his signature red wine, and you with your preferred drink of choice. Chuuya obviously got drunk first, with the redhead showing signs of intoxication while he got clingy with you. You were equally drunk, and didn’t care that much. So he clung into your arm like a baby while you braided his hair poorly.

“God, your hair is so pretty, Chuuya.”

Ooohh. You called his hair pretty.

“Is the rest of me not pretty?”

He pouted, tugging at your sleeve and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Huh? I didn’t say that. You’re really pretty. Super pretty.”

Wow. He’s super pretty now.

“Well, I think you’re pretty too.”

His face flushed, suddenly realizing what he said as he buried his face in your shoulder, squeezing your arm for reassurance. Why did he say that? Why did he say that!? Stupid alcohol. It made him talk so dumb like this. He didn’t talk like this when the others were around to keep him in check. Shit. Maybe he should’ve have drunk so much.

“You do?”

You looked down at him, fingers momentarily stopping their crafting of his braid.

“Mhm.”

A small shy mumble was all he managed to utter.

“You’re so cute! This is why I like you, y’know.”

His head snapped up immediately. No way in fucking hell were you gonna leave him on a bombshell like that.

“You like me?”

For the second time today, Chuuya was praying to God that you liked him romantically.

“Yep.”

Not helpful.

“But…like a friend? Or uh- romantically.”

Well. He said it. Fuck him. No way you’d like him back.

“Uh.”

Some silence from you.

“I’m not saying.”

Oh yes, yes you fucking were gonna say.

“C’mon, tell me. Pleaseeee?”

Puppy eyed Chuuya. He used this to get out of trouble with Kouyou. Surely, it’d work on you?

“Fine. You’re a bitch, but jesus, I like you romantically.”

Chuuya Nakahara was sure he was at Heaven now. No way you—his angel—just confessed to him. Albeit drunk. But still a confession. One of his hands slowly crept onto yours, lacing your fingers together. He was in bliss, basking in your warmth and ignoring the other rowdy patrons of the bar. You just confessed to him. You like him back.

You like him back.

When he finally got back to his senses and opened his mouth to say that he liked—no, loved—you too, his ears picked up on a small snore from you. Did you seriously fall asleep? You had done it before during previous get togethers, but now? A small smile crept onto his face. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He’d tell you tomorrow.

He’d confess back, take you on a date and prove his worth to you.

Because maybe Chuuya Nakahara could learn how to love like you.

Just maybe.

taglist: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

#bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuunai #fanfic #fem reader #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya #chuuya supremacy #chuuyabsd #chuuya headcanons #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #writing event #kinda shitty #ngl I hate this but it’s Chuuya

[candyquokka]

──★ ˙ ̟just a friend, right?

pairing: zoro/reader

word count: 349

genre: fluff, drabble, comfort?, oblivious reader, strawhat! reader, best friend! zoro, zoros just downbad for reader ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

summary: you haven't been getting enough sleep

warnings: kinda shitty still working on my writing style

“How long has it been since you last slept?” Zoro asked, walking over to you with a concerned tilt of his brow. Why were you so obsessed with the map?

You were hunched over your table, head nodding with sleep. He stopped, eying the several empty coffee mugs across the scattered desk. “Ah. I see.” You can't just drop everything to study this map??? You need to sleep???

Zoro sighs, before putting on hand on your chair and pulling it back.

"cmon, get up."

"..."

No response from you as you continue studying your map (or trying not to fall asleep). You can't even hear me. Zoro rolls his eyes before placing two hands under your arms and hauling you up.

“You don’t… get to tell me… to do… anything,” you slurred, half-asleep as you allowed yourself to be maneuvered into Zoro's arms. Oh my god this is a bit close I- no. You are Zoro. Your friend canNOT make you blush. You've defeated pirates with some of the highest bounties.

“Then let me ask you. Would you like to be tucked into your bed?”

“You’re… a… annoying. But yes please thanks.” You smile sleepily and slightly slap Zoro's cheek in thanks, but Zoro can only look at you endearingly. I- NO ZORO DO NOT TURN SOFT IT WAS JUST A PAT ON THE CHEEK. He slightly shakes his head before turning to walk in the direction of your bed.

After tucking you into your bed and making sure you were comfortable, he starts to leave, but you grab onto his hand.

"stay?" you ask sleepily, gently tugging on his hand. Zoro looks down at your drowsy face, and he can't help but melt inside all over again. ZORO LISTEN TO ME YOU ARE NOT SOFT YOU ARE RORONOA ZORO AND YOU HAVE DEFEA- but its ok to be soft for your friend right its ok its ok its ok its ok-

Zoro's inner turmoil resolves as he slides under your covers, you instanting latching onto him. As you doze off, he smiles to himself. Just a friend, right?

#drabble #kinda shitty #zoro #rorono zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #ronoroa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #rorona zoro fanart #opla #one piece live action #op live action #oplaedit #cute #strawhat #straw hat pirates

[tulipsforvin]

May I request a Mycroft Homes x jealous Reader who assumes Mycroft was cheating on them? I don’t mind if it has a sad or happy ending, thank you!

Mycroft Holmes x Jealous GN!Reader

Note: Gender pronouns not assigned.

Format: Headcannons. (I didn't know what you wanted😭)

✧ Mycroft had recently hired a secretary by the name of Briar. The problem? Briar was clumsy and often needed Mycroft's assistance while completing their tasks.

✧ Originally, you'd never been insecure of your position as Mycroft's spouse. He'd always treat you with the utmost care but ever since Briar came into Mycroft's life — everything seemed to be crashing down.

✧ Mycroft was always occupied in some sort of task, anyway. And thus, knowing that he's busy, you'd keep your concerns to yourself.

✧ You'd visit him the next day under the guise of merely 'checking up' on your husband when actually you wanted to know how the two — Mycroft and Briar interacted.

✧ What did you find? That Briar, even in their incompetence, was never, ever given even the tiniest of reprimanding from Mycroft. To top it off, he'd almost seem amused watching Briar and that their conversations seemed almost friendly more than professional.

✧ You found that peculiar since you knew your husband was mostly reserved and drew clear lines between his private and work life.

✧ You'd try to speak saying something along the lines of, “I thought you were the more reserved type when it came to your work, dear.” followed by a nervous laughter tumbling down your lips.

✧ Mycroft would raise an eyebrow, curious, and just as he was about to speak, Briar would butt in saying “Ah - no, no, Mx. (Name), Mycroft is a wonderful man, I assure you. He treats me wonderfully well and I'm very happy to working under him.” to which Mycroft responded by saying, “I find it easy to work with Briar. They're comfortable to be around.”

✧ Your face falls. The two were already familiar enough to call each other by their first names? You clearly your throat, swallowing the lump growing in it.

✧ The next couple of days felt even worse. Mycroft would be spending more and more time outside and when you tried to confront him about it, he'd say things like “I'm busy.” or “I need to host an upcoming event for everyone that works with me which is why I'm not home as often.”

✧ To make up for his time away from you, he'd often send materialistic items and expensive gifts but honestly, you didn't want any of what he kept on gifting you. An absence of a substantial presence can never be filled by any substitutes. You wanted him, not gifts.

✧ What made matters uglier was that whenever he was home, so was Briar. The two would often lock themselves in the study, saying that the things they were discussing was confidential and government related.

✧ Your suspicions rose even further.

✧ It almost felt like Mycroft preferred Briar's company over yours. It felt like he tolerated you more than anything else and you felt your stomach churn.

✧ You could feel it — this uneasy, anxious feeling clawing it's way from the pits of your stomach to by our throat.

✧ One particular night, you're awoken from your slumber by the doorbell. Putting on something warmer to wear and get out of bed, you make your way downstairs to the door. What greets you is a completely intoxicated and half conscious Mycroft with an arm slung around Briar's shoulder, holding onto them for support.

✧ Obviously very shocked by this and seeing your husband this drunk for the very first time, you begin questioning the two what had happened. Mycroft, unable to properly converse his drunkenness, lets Briar do the taking in his stead.

✧ “Everybody from the workplace wanted to take a break from work and decided to head to the pub to loosen up a little.” They say.

✧ “This doesn't look like 'loosening up' a little.” You responded, feeling everything you'd compress deep inside your heart — all those negative emotions and feelings boiling up to the surface.

✧ Briar, a little startled to see you raise your concerns for the very first time since they'd been employed, apologised and returned to their own home.

✧ That night, the two of you got into a heated argument. Things broke, the two of you raised your voices at each other, shouted & cursed.

✧ The next morning, you decided to give your husband the silent treatment. Whenever he'd try to get you to speak, you'd excuse yourself from the conversation, saying you had somewhere else to be.

✧ Misunderstandings began to arise between you two. You wouldn't speak to him because you felt deeply hurt and he, feeling confused and hurt himself turned to Briar and he began to depend more on them for mental support.

✧ There was even a time that you contemplated divorcing Mycroft. Yet, memories of the two of you - how you two first met, how he first began courting you, the laughter you shared and the conversations you had began flashing through your mind.

✧ Things had taken a dreadful toll, the atmosphere in the house was often heavy and it felt almost suffocating to be at home. You shared different bedrooms, ate at different times, avoided each other and when the two of you passed by each other in the hallways, you'd often feel your heart throb in pain.

✧ Sherlock, Mycroft's younger brother often consoled you during these times and you were grateful for that. Although Sherlock often made it seem like he disliked his older brother, he could see how the situation that was currently playing out affected Mycroft and how it distressed him.

✧ The two of you, to stubborn to discuss it out, continued to avoid each other like the plague.

✧ Thinking that you couldn't live like this anymore — in this uncomfortable, stressful environment, you decided to bring up the topic of divorce to Mycroft.

✧ For the first time in your life since you'd met him, you finally saw him break down and cry right infront of you. You could see from his trembling hands and his constant leg bouncing and foot tapping on the ground, along with the tears that he shed, that this was something he was actually very anxious and disturbed about.

✧ He'd beg you to reconsider and after a very, very long discussion — one where the two of you finally conversed with each other like adults. It went on for hours and hoursm

✧ The conversation ended in tears, both from you and him. In the end, the two of you finally reached a conclusion that you and him would not divorce. You and Mycroft apologized to each other and vowed to become more understanding.

✧ And ever since that day, he's become more attentive of you. He keeps his colleagues and subordinates at a fair distance and you make sure to voice your worries anytime everything seems off. Mycroft does the same with you.

✧ You and him go on more dates, spend more time with each other and you occasionally drop by his office for a cup of tea and a few kisses behind the closed doors of his office.

✧ Things at home seem happier now, more relaxed. And although sometimes the two of you feel a little awkward talking to each other after almost parting ways with each other, you two have never felt more at peace.

#mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes x y/n #mycroft holmes x you #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp mycroft holmes #serraphim answers #serraphim #kinda shitty #slight angst idk #fluff? #I AM NOT PROUD OF THIS

[ghostlyviolet]

With every breath she takes, she's filled with longing /To fit in with society, to feel understood /To be accepted, to feel part of the world /But no matter how hard she tries to blend in with the crowd /Her inner pain sets her apart, and makes her misunderstood /She feels excluded, and she feels alone, /Her mind burdened with sorrow, and her soul weighed by distress /Her thoughts and feelings ignored, her struggles not seen /A strange strange girl who fails to fit in with society.

Others can’t seem to accept that about her.

ahem…

#this sucks ngl #kinda shitty #poetry #all my poetry is mine #I’m still learning 😭 #violetharmonsrose #faith #i love you

[shylittlefr0g]

So, I made this:

From the Volleyball AU (and because i didn't have electricity on my house, so I need a break)

I know this isn't the best draw on the planet, and the anatomy is fucked up, but it was pretty fun.

Some random shit about her:

- Her ego is so fucking high on the court that she call herself "genius"

- Nobody understands how the fuck her bandana flies with the wind (even when there is no air)

- The last year (15yo) she become captain after Wendy left the school after winters break. And she make Becky vice-captain because she need someone to control her.

- She is definitely in volleyball because she hear the rumour that Damian likes it. (And because she is failing P.E with Becky)

BONUS:

"You girls can't be on volley just for a guy! That's a fools game!"

"Anya is talking bullshit, I know why she is here."

*and then, they start fighting for the next fifteen minutes.*

#spy x family #anya forger #becky blackbell #damianya #alternative universe #idk man #art #kinda shitty #still trying tho

[fuckitupconnie]

watched digital circus. i love jax

#sketch #watched the pilot and love jax #doodle #digital circus #jax #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni #tadc sketch #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus jax #3am sketches #kinda shitty #my art #2023

[xxlady-lunaxx]

The purple will kill you | {ShinoGiyuu}

Theme: Angst

Note: There were more to the req (like the ship (she picked eventually) and the 'angst' part) but this one was the one that explained most of it so- 

Shinobu sighed, taking in the small bit of wisteria poison then waiting. She laid down, resting her mind and body. She'd been taking a little too much at a time recently so it was affecting her body. She was tired. She closed her eyes and pulled a nearby blanket over her, drifting off to sleep. 

When she awoke, there was someone next to her. She turned her head and saw Giyuu, sitting on a chair, seeming to be asleep. She moved to get up and Giyuu woke up, suddenly, and looked over at Shinobu. 

"Hello," he said quietly, pushing his hair out of his eyes to meet her gaze.

"Tomioka-San? What are you doing here?" Shinobu asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She sat up and let the blanket slide off of her body and onto her lap.

"You said to come back so you could check my stomach for any lasting damage last week. I forgot to come by earlier so I decided to go today. Kanzaki let me in. I was looking for you and you were here, sleeping, so I was waiting," Giyuu explained. 

Shinobu blinked. That was a lot of words coming from Giyuu, whom she rarely heard speak. "Right. How long have you been here?" she said, leaning against her arms.

"About an hour. I had nothing to do and figured I could rest while waiting," Giyuu said simply.

"Oh, alright. Well, sorry for making you wait. Let me get some water and I'll check your stomach," Shinobu said, starting to get up.

Giyuu nodded and stayed in his seat, watching Shinobu as she went over to the counter and put away her things, then left to get water. He scanned the room then let his eyes drop to his lap. 

Shinobu came back after a minute with a glass of water in her hand. "Okay, can you lie down please?" she said, taking a sip then putting it down next to her.

Giyuu complied and lay down on the bed Shinobu had just been sleeping on. He moved the blanket to the side and let Shinobu come forward.

"I'm going to unbutton the top of your uniform, if that's okay with you," she said, going over to where Giyuu lay.

He only nodded and let his haori fall off his shoulders to make it easier. He flinched slightly when Shinobu fingered at the collar of his shirt and she pulled back. "Sorry, my hands are cold," she apologized.

"It's okay." 

Shinobu nodded and unbuttoned his corps uniform, until she got to the belt, where she paused. "It might be easier to take this off but I suppose that would be a little, ah, uncomfortable for you. I'll leave it unless there's a scar running lower than your stomach," she said.

"Alright." Giyuu closed his eyes as Shinobu examined his stomach, running her fingers down where she remembered the wound being. He opened his eyes when he felt her cold touch on a particularily sensitive spot. He saw her leaning over him and he watched carefully, noting how her hair fell from her face and obscured his sight of her. Then he saw something on her collarbone, though only for a second.

Shinobu leaned back and saw his questioning gaze. "What is it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought I saw something on your neck," Giyuu murmured. "It was purple, I think."

"Huh? I don't remember getting a bruise there," Shinobu said. She got up and went to a mirror that was leaning against the wall. She unbuttoned the top of her uniform and moved it to the side, pressing her fingers against the purple mark. "That's.. not a bruise," she said, confused.

"Then what is it?" Giyuu asked, curious. He sat up, his haori slipping off his arms. 

"I'm not sure," she said, examining it more closely. 

They were silent as Shinobu continued pressing on it, trying to figure out what it was. 

"It's not something that got on me, it won't come off, but.." Shinobu paused, looking at her fingertips.

"Hm?"

"There's a little purple powder-ish thing that comes off onto my fingers. Let me try to wash this off, one minute," she said, turning back to face Giyuu. She went over to the counter where her water sat and picked up a towel from a cabinet. She poured a little water onto the tip and patted at the purple on her skin. After a minute, she went back to the mirror and saw that her neck still looked exactly the same, though the towel was very purple where she'd wet it. "Huh.."

Giyuu got up, buttoning his shirt again. He pulled his haori back on then walked over to her, looking over her shoulder to see the towel. "You sure it's not some weird pollen from a flower, or something?" he suggested, tapping the towel with his finger. 

"No, pollen isn't usua-" Shinobu started, then stopped suddenly. 

"What?" he said, confused why she'd stopped.

"...The wisteria!" she said, pivoting on the spot and turning her gaze to the counter. "I've been taking in wisteria poison for nearly a year or so now. It might be that." She stalked over to the flask she'd used to drink the poison from and examined it. "You said pollen from a flower and reminded me of this. It's almost the exact same shade of purple so it might be it," she said, thinking.

Giyuu moved to stand next to her and Shinobu put down the towel. "I must've been taking in too large of a dose recently, as I'd thought. I don't think it'll be too effective on me, because all I feel right now is a headache, but maybe I should tone down the amount I ingest," she said, sighing.

"You've been drinking wisteria poison?" Giyuu asked incredulously.

"Well, yes, because I'm not strong enough to cut off a demon's head. Poison might do the trick, so.." Shinobu explained. "Right now it's about 600-700 times the lethal amount of poison, and that should be enough to defeat an Uppermoon. With a little time, of course."

"An Uppermoon?" 

"The demon who killed my sister," Shinobu said, her tone darkening.

"Ah. But won't the poison kill you first?" Giyuu pointed out, motioning to the purple blotch on her collarbone.

"Well, if I'd been being more careful with it, no. I already have a lot of poison circulating through my blood, and my body's gotten more used to it. I have to take in smaller doses though, and with all the stress going on I suppose I've been too careless." Shinobu dropped her head into her hands, a helpless sigh leaving her. "If I take an antidote, I'm afraid it'll put back all the work I put into drinking the poison. I'm not sure, though, because I'm the first to have done this before."

"Why.. Why not let someone else do it for you, then?" Giyuu said, his voice low, quiet.

"Because there's not enough time for experiments! Why do you care, though?" she said, looking up.

Giyuu went quiet and didn't answer, so Shinobu let it go, standing up straight again. She went to go wash the towel but Giyuu stopped her, and she paused. "What?"

"Go rest, I can do this," he said. 

"I-" Shinobu started, but seeing his stern gaze made her back down. "Fine, but don't move around too much I still need to have a more proper look at your stomach. And I did see the few cuts along your hands. Don't push yourself. And don't touch the poison-filled containers in the left cabinet."

Giyuu nodded. "Okay. Now go rest."

Shinobu grumbled but did as he said, going back to the bed to lay down. She pulled the blanket over her body, encasing the warmth close to her. "I'm only sleeping for a couple hours, I still have a mission today—though it's a little closer to here so I don't have to travel during the day time."

Giyuu nodded as he took the towel out to wash.

~~~

When Shinobu woke, Giyuu was sitting next to her, looking very fretful and tired. The second her eyes opened he sighed with relief and said, "Kocho..! You're awake! The purple has spread. It's very bad now."

Shinobu blinked wearily, confused. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and thin. "What purple..?"

"The purple from the wisteria," Giyuu said, looking even more worried at her question. "There's a little on your hands, especially the one you touched your neck with, on your neck it's covered almost all of it, up your chin, and some on your cheeks."

"Oh..?" she whispered, turning her head slightly. 

Giyuu carefully took her arm into his hands and lifted it to show her. Her sleeve was rolled up and her haori was off. Shinobu blinked, staring at the purple. "It's pretty," she said, her mind elsewhere.

"It's not, not in this case. Kocho, this isn't good." Giyuu shot up, dropping Shinobu's arm. "Oh finally, Kanzaki, please. Here."

Aoi had come into the room—though Shinobu hadn't heard—and was bustling forward, a wet towel in her hand. She bent over Shinobu, draping the towel over her forehead carefully. "Shinobu.. You're in a really bad condition. You've been sleeping for a long time," she said.

"How many... hours?" Shinobu asked, coughing. "I need to.. my mission.."

Giyuu, who was standing next to Aoi, looked away. "I attended to your mission. You don't have any until—or.. or if—you recover. Kocho, you've been asleep for nearly a week," he said quietly.

Shinobu shot up suddenly, immediately falling into a coughing fit right after. Aoi made her lay back down and she did. Once she recovered from the coughing, she managed to say, "A week..? Why.. how..? You're still here.."

Giyuu nodded, the worry creasing his face becoming more pronounced. Aoi sighed. "He's been by you the whole time, besides on his missions. When you didn't wake up after around—what was it?—five or so hours, he tried waking you up. You hadn't moved much since you'd fallen asleep either, so you staying asleep made him worried and he came to me. He's been here as much as he could and helping me."

Shinobu's eyes widened slightly, not having expected that. And from all people, it had been.. Giyuu? It was quite endearing to hear that, if she was being honest. She smiled then winced at the motion. "Hurts to move," she murmured. "Kind of."

Aoi nodded and quickly got back to work. "I'm going to give you the antidote for the wisteria. Unfortunately, I couldn't give it to you until you woke up because it required you to drink it and it was already hard enough making sure you were still well nourished in all of what happened to you."

Shinobu moved her head forward, attempting to nod without having to move too much. "Thank you.. Aoi. And.. you too, Tomioka.."

Giyuu nodded then went to the door and opened it. Kanao stepped in, looking worried but as if she didn't know what to do. She pattered over to Shinobu and crouched next to the bed. She said, "Are you okay?"

Shinobu shook her head. "I don't think I am, Kanao.. But I.. appreciate your concern."

Kanao looked down. "Tomioka told me you were taking in poison. Why didn't you let me do it instead? As a Hashira, you're far more important in the act of defeating the demons.."

Shinobu sighed and waited a beat as Aoi adjusted her pillows so she was propped up. "Kanao.. The Hashira's jobs are to protect everyone else. Not to protect only ourselves. We risk our lives for you and we're willing to get ourselves killed if it keeps all of you.. alive. So.. no. I didn't tell you.. because I feared you might try it as well.. and because I'm the first to try it. As you can see.. it hasn't fared well for me, so.. it was good I said nothing." She turned her head slightly to look at Kanao with grim expression. "I'm sorry, Kanao.."

Kanao bit her lip but nodded quietly. Giyuu was silent the whole time, unsure if he should say something. Aoi was in the back, getting something ready. She went over and broke the silence by saying, "Alright, I think I've got everything ready. Kanao, Tomioka, would it be okay if you two stood outside while I tended to Shinobu?"

Both whom Aoi addressed nodded and headed to the door. They waited silently as they stood just staring at the wall opposite to them.

Giyuu's heart was thumping loudly in his chest. He was nervous. Would Shinobu heal? Aoi had said that if this went on for too long, Shinobu might die. He didn't want her to die. As much as she teased him, he cared for her dearly. Even more than he cared for the rest of the Hashira if was being honest.

(I'm tired I think- I read "He cared for her dearly" as "he cared for her daddy" 😭⁉)

If she died.. Well, he wouldn't know what he would do. He hope this antidote would work. He hope with all his heart.

~~~

Aoi let them in a while later. Shinobu was sleeping now and in different and more freeing clothes. They'd refrained from having her change until she was awake since it would be a lot easier and so they would know if they were hurting her on accident by scratching her clothes against the purple parts of her skin.

Both Giyuu and Kanao noted how Shinobu—where her skin was normal—was less pale and she looked a little more peaceful in her sleep. Giyuu felt better upon seeing this and was confident the antidote would work. Aoi said that Shinobu had to take it every day when she woke up and some hours after that. She asked of Giyuu and Kanao to make sure this happened because, though she'd told Shinobu, she was sure the Hashira would forget in her state of mind.

And of course they agreed to help. And they did. The next few days went by in a blur as Shinobu started getting better. The only worrysome thing was that the purple marks on Shinobu weren't fading or getting less. They weren't increasing though, so that was a relief. Nevertheless, Giyuu worried about this on his missions and as he trained and ate. He would ask Aoi about it constantly but she had no answer.

And then one day something happened. 

Giyuu was with Shinobu, helping her take her daily dose of the antiserum. They were talking, a small and aimless conversation just to fill the silence. Shinobu decided she wanted to stand, and Giyuu was worried she might fall so he asked Aoi if Shinobu could and, to his surprise, Aoi decided that as long as Giyuu was holding up Shinobu it would be fine.

And so the two Hashira awkwardly tried finding a position Giyuu could hold Shinobu up and help her walk. Eventually, they settled with Giyuu positioning one hand on Shinobu's waist and one on her shoulder. She walked slowly, no wanting to bump into something. Then she reached up to a cabinet—the left one which, as Giyuu recalled, held the wisteria poison. 

"What are you doing?" Giyuu asked, raising a hand to stop her. 

"I need to get something from here." She swatted at Giyuu's hand, insisting she could do it herself.

"I can get it for you," he huffed.

"No, it has to be handled in a certain way and I've been doing this for years," Shinobu said.

"Then tell me how," Giyuu said crossly.

"It's hard to explain and easier to show. Just let me do it, for gods sake, Tomioka!"

"Fine! But if you get hurt that's your fault!"

"Deal." Shinobu opened the cabinet door again and fumbled with the things inside of it for a minute then found something in the back. She started to take it out then found her hand was stuck. She pulled it out carefully and then said, "Got it."

"What was it?" Giyuu asked, peeking over her shoulder. 

Shinobu smiled and looked up at him. She started to speak but then something started dripping from the cabinet. Both of them turned their attention to it and saw a glass bottle with purple liquid seeping out of it. "The fuck-" Shinobu said, confused. As she spoke, some of the liquid went into her mouth and she swallowed instinctively. "Oh shit." 

Giyuu grabbed the bottle, his arm slung around Shinobu's shoulders protectively. He put the bottle on the side counter and wiped his hand on a spare towel next to him. "That wasn't too much of the poison, so you should be okay, right..?" he asked tentatively. turning back to her.

Shinobu shook her head, her hand clamped onto her mouth. "Fuck," she whispered. 

"What is it?" he asked, starting to get worried.

"Tomioka, that was the extra concentrated poison I use to kill demons," she breathed. "Get Aoi now."

Giyuu nodded, putting Shinobu down on the bed and shouting to Aoi. She came almost immediately, looking worried, a dough of bread in her hand and her apron on. "What happened?"

"She.. she accidentally ate some of the- Nevermind, get the antidote to the wisteria now!!" Giyuu said urgently. 

Aoi complied, not asking anything. She discarded the dough, figuring that bread wouldn't be important right now, and went through a drawer quickly. Giyuu rushed back to Shinobu who was clutching her stomach and mouth. Tears pricked her eyes and she started coughing out blood. 

Aoi went over and poured some of the antidote in the cup Shinobu usually used. She went to their side quickly and helped Giyuu feed it to Shinobu who was struggling to swallow it through her coughing. Then they waited, their throats tight with worry.

Shinobu felt she could barely breath, and she tried all her might to swallow the antidote, panic filling her lungs. She coughed again and she was vaguely aware of Aoi going to get more of the poison neutralizer. She swallowed whatever they fed her best she could, her hand going numb. It wasn't working. It wasn't fucking working.

There was footsteps. Shinobu was suddenly very aware of every sound around her. Giyuu's loud and panic breaths, Aoi's shouts of fear, and footsteps. Then Kanao, worried whispers. Aoi telling her briefly what happened then going to get more of the antidote. Shinobu couldn't see. She felt little to nothing. But she could hear. And for a moment there was silence. And Shinobu felt she should say something if she really was going to die right now. For a stupid accident. 

"It's not working," she rasped, her throat parched despite the amount of blood she was coughing. "I love you all," she whispered. She could barely hear now. Was she even saying this? Or was it her imagination. No matter. She would speak until she died. "I'm sorry," she continued, barely managing to get these words out this time. "Don't try drink.." she paused, feeling she could barely speak now. "Don't drin...k.. wisteria.." she managed, choking on her blood. 

There was a flash of pain, a flash of light, Giyuu and Aoi and Kanao all standing by her, panicked, crying out something, she heard shouting, she heard breaking glass, she felt the blood all over her body, saw it on Giyuu, felt someone's hand on her shoulder, holding her hand, a glass cup to her lips, and then she felt nothing. There was nothing. 

Shinobu Kocho was dead.

~~~

There was crying. Sobbing, shouting, breathing. Loud breathing. Giyuu felt Shinobu's hand go limp in his and he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. How did this happen? How had he let it happen. Shinobu had been weak already from the wisteria already in her body. Even that one drop of poison had sealed her fate. And Giyuu hadn't protected her from it. One fucking drop and he'd failed.

Aoi had dropped one of the cups. It had been glass. Glass on the floor. Blood. There was blood everywhere. All over Shinobu. On Giyuu. Shinobu's blood was thick from the poison. Giyuu felt sick to the stomach and he choked on his tears, trying not to vomit. 

He was crying, he knew. He made no sound but he was in pain. Nothing like how Shinobu had experience though. Nothing like what she'd had to go through. He wished he could turn back time and replace Shinobu with himself. He should've been the one to drink the poison not Shinobu. 

Fuck this. Fuck the world. How could he have done this? How could he have failed so badly?

Giyuu shook and someone placed a hand on his shoulder. Aoi. Aoi was keeping herself as calm as she could—though tears poured down her cheeks and she was trembling. She had Kanao wrapped in a one-armed hug and she was comforting Giyuu. He was so immature. These two had been closer to Shinobu. Kanao had known Shinobu for most of her life. Giyuu was the eldest of the three here. He had to help them not have one of them help him. He shook of Aoi's hand and said, quietly, "I'm sorry, I wish I'd prevented that. I.."

He didn't know what to say. He never knew how to comfort before. But Aoi understood and she nodded, trying on a small but forced smile. "It's okay. You did nothing wrong." 

Giyuu nodded, though he didn't agree. He turned to move away from Shinobu. From her body. Her dead body. He shuddered. But then his gaze spotted the flask of poison sitting on the counter. What had killed her. He feld dizzy and his head spun. He placed his hand on the bed to steady himself. He breathed deeply, trying to ignore the scent of blood hovering in the air. 

As Shinobu had died, he'd heard her vaguely say "I'm sorry." She'd said quite a few more things as well, but that one had caught his head. Why had she said sorry? None of this was her fault. None of it.

{Word count: 3687}

crazy ikr ;-; I didn't realize I would get so many words out of this 💀

And now my totally scientific research that I totally was doing has been proven..; When I get requests I put more effort into them/write more. 

SO GIMME REQUESTS PLEASE 😭 (me who only gets reqs of part 2's (those I suck at since idk what to write next for them most of the time) and even then not that many ;-;)

anyways, to da wonderful person who requested this, I hope it's alright because I kinda got off track with the angst until the end so sorry bout that </33 

and sorry the plot is a bit uh goofy or smth like it speeds through it too fast so sorry again TvT" 

BYEEE ♡

#kny #angst #shinogiyuu #giyuushino #deaths #sillyness #aoi #giyuu #wisteria poison #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hashira #hashiras #demon slayer giyuu #kny angst #kny au #very slight fluff #idk what i'm doing #idk what else to tag #kinda shitty #uhhh

[ruler-of-fandoms69]

@darklordofthesimp

Köing has been harassed by ghost all day 😂

Tap on for better quality

#Art #my art #kinda shitty #My hands are shaky #Köing #Ghost #simon Riley #simon ghost riley #reader insert??

[lazy309]

Emotions 

#the iron giant #Dean McCoppin #myart #kinda shitty #meh

[hebisstuff]

Wip~

Don't know when I'll finish it-

But heh- at least I post (it's been 2 or 3 years that I didn't post anything here lmaoooo)

Maybe will delete later

#wip #not finished #neuvillette #please don't use it for ia #kinda shitty

[cymkfunk]

Daily #1

I call it "I fucked up drawing Dirk Strider's hair and made it so goddamn big and anime and also his glasses are mega pointy and honestly just his entire existance is pointy and also put him at a weird angle so I pivoted into putting him into a barbershop gown thing and yes that is a fake PNG background and yes i am just rocking the one pixel brush because it feels safe and yes this is the first drawing ive done with a mouse ive sorta just used a trackpad for years and yes i do not know how to do lineart so i just do sketches followed by a fill bucket any further questions oh wait no thats too long to be a title just write daily number one up top okay thank you anyway if my card declines will you still do this oh wait i can use this as the profile picture for the blog." I hope to be making one thing a day. No this is not a new years resolution. I just happened to start on January 2nd.

#CYMDailies #CYMDay1 #homestuck #homestuck fanart #dirk strider #kinda shitty #but thats the point #:] #CYMJanuary

[levforfakes]

do you ever just want to live? put on your favorite clothes, blast your music, and write your poetry on the floor. i write with a pen so it can't be erased. the curtains are open. they never are. to let in the cloud-covered light. i want to go on a walk. but i cant bring myself to leave. i put my hair up differently today. it looks nice. is this what its like to live?

#poetry #kinda shitty #oh well #feeling high on something #tears maybe #not life

[vinniesasslicker1]

"Can I see you tomorrow night?"

"Sure! But don't you mean tonight?"

.

.

.

*Chuckles* "No, poodle. I mean tomorrow night."

"No, Paul... It's tonight."

[The End]

I tried something and I don't know if I hate it or love it, but I hope you liked it. It's my first shitty moodboard.

#ace frehley #dreamcore #daycore #kiss band #first moodboard #ace frehley moodboard #kinda shitty #Youtube

[tulipsforvin]

‧₊˚✧RIDE TO STRANGERS✧˚₊‧

William J. Moriarty X F!Reader

Summary; William & you are riding a train after spending a vacation with each other in a faraway place. The two of you have decided to part from each other after a relationship of six years. The following entails the conversation (name) & William had before going your seperate ways:

The skies above are scowling, rumbling and gray, thunder ready to strike as the rain hails down below against the roof of the train violently. The dimly orange lit cabins inside the train tremble faintly while the train moves gingerly over it's tracks at a slow, languid pace.

You look down at your palms which are set atop your lap while William has his head ever-so-slightly tilted to the side, gazing over your facial features with a sad, thoughtful expression; eyebrows furrowed & expression pinched.

“Must we truly go through with this?” William speaks first, gazing at you sadly yet with eyes that still hold adoration and love for you.

“Yes.” You reply curtly, blinking rapidly in hopes to push the tears back in which now happen to be stinging your (eye colour) eyes.

“(Name), I don't understand. Was it something I did or said? Is it me, darling? I promise, I'll change, so if you just—” William attempts to speak, voice breaking at the end; soft and tender before he cuts himself off.

You look up at his sudden interruption of himself and find William's lips pressed into a thin line, eyelids shut tightly.

Your gaze falls to his neck from where you see his adam's apple work up and down his throat - presumably to swallow the lump that had grown in it.

When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, barely comprehensible & not very audible. “Please.” He whispers rather quietly.

You don't notice the wetness against your cheeks until William reaches over to brush his thumb lightly against your cheekbones. You slap his hand away & he looks at you with an expression of hurt.

“Please, heart of mine. We can work this out we can. I promise. Please reconsider, darling. Everything was fine at the hotel, wasn't it? Even at the beach, too. (Name), plea-”

It's not him who cuts himself off this time. It's you, looking at him with a bitter expression.

“Everything was fine, William.” You scoff, shaking your head at his words. “Until that noble assassination happened. It was you, wasn't it? You can't even spend time with me, even while we're supposed to be at vacation. Your mind always travels back to that- that horrendous mission of yours! There's no place for me in your heart & mind, that is evident.”

William's eyes turns away from you shamefully, looking around the cabin.

“I'm sorry..” He whispers quietly. “This won't happen again, so please-”

“It's a done decision, William. I'm breaking up with you.”

“Please, (Name).” William's jaw tightens, gaze downcast. You shake your head at him.

“I know of your suicide plans. I overheard your conversation with your brothers. Did it never cross your mind, William, that when we first entered a relationship, it would hurt me deeply when you were going to kill yourself at the end of your mission? Did you never think how absolutely selfish that would be? Leaving me all alone? I've promised my life to you, you haven't.”

You're practically yelling at him now, voice growing louder in volume. Tears flood you, dripping down your cheeks little by little.

William flinches sharply at your words, biting the inner side of his cheek. "Love.."

“..Why haven't you? Why haven't you promised yourself to me? Was I not enough?” You sob out, the sleeve of your dress working furiously to wipe away at your tears. You didn't want to seem vulnerable. Not now. Not infront of him.

“No! I mean—” He leans forwards, horrified at the aspect of you implying you weren't enough for him. He inhales sharply.

“What I mean is..” His voice becomes softer, quieter, filled with warmth & devotion. “I.. I understand if my hesitation made you doubt yourself, but please believe me when I say that it was never about you not being enough, my love. You are more than enough. You are perfect. Perfect for me, as I am for you.”

You look at him, unbelieving of his words when the train comes to a halt. The train had finally reached it's destination. You'd already made up your mind, after all.

You gather your belongings, letting it drape loosely over your arm and standing up from your seat, looking down at him - only a table to seperate the both of you.

“Goodbye, William.” You tell him, turning your heel.

William's eyes widen, jumping to his feet he follows after you - cabin after cabin; his desperation & panic reaching an all-time high. He shoves people out of his way, trying to reach you, ignoring their hurls of insults at him. Finally, the two of you are out in the open space of the train-station.

“(Name)! Please don't do this to me. Don't do this to yourself. You can't leave me.” He grabs you by the wrist, borderline pleading.

You hurl around, turning to look down at your wrist that he now has in his grip between the two of you. In a flash of anger, you slap him across his face — hard and painfully.

William staggers a step backward in shock but still doesn't let go of your wrist. One hand of his reaches up to rub the area over his stinging cheek, jaw clenching. He exhales shakily before opening his mouth to speak.

“If there is anything left of me, I do not want to lose it. And I do not want to lose you.” He begs you desperately. Pleadingly, Needily.

“Let go, William.”

“I can't. I can't let you go. How can you ask me to let go of you when you're already too well tangled with my soul? Please don't leave.”

“I said let go.” Your stern, firm voice is a stark contrast from his soft one.

You withdraw your wrist from his tight grip harshly and look down at the redness, his fingermarks having left their imprints on your wrist.

“(Name)..” He murmurs softly. “I love you.”

Your bottom lip quivers and William takes notice of this - just like every other small detail he seems to notice about you.

He takes you into his arms, hand softly placed on the small of your back - your own hands curl into fists against his chest when you attempt to push him away.

“I love you.” He says again.

You've broken down into tears; a sobbing, whimpering mess into his arms when he kisses you softly and tenderly, first on your lips, then on your nose, your forehead, your chin - everywhere. Once you've finally calmed down enough, he detaches his face away from yours ever so slightly and pants for air softly.

“I..love you, too.” You murmur. You swear you see his eyes light up for the tiniest of moments before you speak again.

“But there is no future for us, you must understand that. Not if you're going to proceed with your suicidal mission.” You say.

William nods his head somberly, keeping quiet as he listens to you speak.

“You're always harming yourself.” You tell him.

“I am.”

“You're always putting yourself in danger.”

“I am.” He concedes.

“You've lost yourself.”

“I have.” He sucks in a breath, knowing the words that you've spoken to him are true.

“Therefore..” You begin by pushing him away by the chest. He steps back willingly, the same soft, sad frown plastered on his face.

“I will part with you until then.” You turn away, gripping your belongings close to your chest.

William's eyebrows raise in confusion, looking down at his polished Oxford shoes. “What?” He mumbles thoughtfully to himself. When he looks back up at your general direction to watch you walking away from him and the train station, he calls out more loudly to you.

“What- what do you mean? Until when, love?”

You stop waking, not turning to him when you part open your lips to speak to him:

“Find me, when you've finally found yourself.”

And just like that, William regards you & your words with utmost sadness and grief as he watches you dissapear among the crowd in the train station - a lonely tear falling down his cheek.

#william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #x reader #angst #yuukoku no moriarty #james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sad #weeew #kinda shitty

[shrimpofaman]

#photography #landscape #sky #sunset #idk man #road one is just random #idk how to tag this #kinda shitty

[shiniestcrow]

So, the kindergarten had a little lantern parade last week. They had some preamble in the church. They decorated and stacked all the (fairly heavy) chairs at the walls. Totally fine.

They did not, however, use the last 8 days to come by, clean up their decorations and put the chairs back.

Guess who has to do that now.

Hint: it is not the kindergarten.

#and I'm talking about the teachers not the kids obviously #the kids are not at fault #but the teacher now that the church will be used this sunday #so #kinda shitty #grumbling #work stuff #*teachers know #wow #my english is deteriorating