Yu but he’s also a gay rock OwO.
Pr0-sh1ppers (esp. Ada//Yu shippers) do not interact.
Some backstory under the cut UwU
He’s a defective Blue Green Quartz that lives on Earth with Ryotaro Dojima and Nanako Dojima. He was was one of many gems that emerged long after the war on Earth had ended. With no one to guide him on who or what he was, he simply wandered the Earth. Eventually, he was found and taken in by Ryotaro Dojima. Despite having the appearance of an adult, Yu was very childlike for the first few years he stayed with Dojima. Combine that with his at the time infant daughter Nanako, he was practically raising two kids on his own. Thankfully, Yu matured very quickly and adapted to human culture very well. Though, he does have to wear gloves to hide his gem, what Dojima deemed as some kind of odd bone growth. Years later, he finds the group of Gems that Homeworld was fighting against (I’m not sure if I’m keeping the name Crystal Gems or going with something different) and learns of his true heritage.
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Ah oof. Brain very overworked and sleepy. Wrote a small little drabble thing that made me happy and to kind of, thank Magic because he helped me a lot. To anyone seeing this and being confused: this is featuring me and my OC, Magic, who is kind of a parental f/o for me, and it's right after I experience a sort of sensory overload and he helps me calm down.
Magic helps me calm down and feel less scared and overworked, but I relax so much and feel so overtired that I just kinda drift off to sleep.
I wake up just a little while later and I'm snuggled under my blankets and Magic is lying on the bed next to me, on top of the covers, he's on his phone and I notice that he's texting Cel who's in the other room. I stare at his rope bracelets and wrist tattoos and ponder about how if it were anyone else I would be uncomfortable that they stayed, but him, I felt secure and happy, and I was so grateful that he was there.
"Oh, hi baby," he says gently as he notices I'm awake. "Feeling better?" I nod and he smiles softly. I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes but I look at his smile, because it's comforting, and I feeler calmer just seeing it. "You don't have to say it back, but. I love you, Echo. May I hug you?" I nod again and move my arms out from my blankets as he scoots over to hug me. I feel warm and safe in his arms, and I mumble "I love you, Magic", and he kisses my forehead.
He smiles as he lets go, "I can stay if you want. But if you're feeling better I'm gonna go make frozen orange sorbet fudge with Cel, okay?" He speaks gently and clearly, and slow enough that I don't feel overwhelmed, but not so slow that I feel patronized and pathetic. I smile at the thought of this, at how comforting he is when I'm like this. "You don't have to decide right now, but you're welcome to come help, if you want. You can stay in here and sleep if you'd prefer, and we'll save you some. Sound okay?" I nod once more.
"Okay. Love you baby." He smiles and gives me one last mini hug and a quick kiss on the forehead, and then leaves, quietly closing the door behind him.
I hear Cel asking "How're they feeling?" and Magic answering "I think they're doing better now. Fudge?"
"Yeah we don't have any citrus extract- I looked everywhere-"
"Did you look in the blue cabinet?"
"I thought that was for alcohol!"
"Yeah and extracts because Melon broke the last cabinet and the house smelled like peppermint for a month-"
I kind of smile to myself as their voices fade away as they head to the kitchen. I tuck myself back into my blankets, and look up at the glowy stars on my ceiling. The only light in the room is my yellow and green lava lamp, so the stars are not glowing right now. But they're still comforting and they’re still pretty, just sticking to the ceiling, just... doing what they can to hold on. And that's okay.
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Natsume Ango of persona 5 strikers and Sugimura of persona 5 rp blog. reblog if you. you know.
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❛ what happened is not right . what i’m trying to do is to protect [ myself ] from losing anymore . but [ it seems like ] there is nothing [ anybody ] can do to stop it from happening . so i will hold on to me for as long as i can . . . ❜
& what i want , is for you to hold on to you too .
if this is about survival , isn't a little agony worth it ?
independent baizhu from genshin impact
selective / private. written by amphy.
Turn your favorite image into your bedroom decoration
repeatedly crossing paths with the same attractive stranger like telepathically I am giving you my number, okay? if a string of numbers pops into your head you're gonna want to jot that down and maybe text me or whatever because I am giving you my number right now (telepathically)
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Hello, again! I keep coming back to the idea of wanting to start a self-ship blog. While I probably won't cause I wouldn't keep up with it well, it got me wondering about some things and I feel like you're the best to ask since you're one of my favs for this sort of content. What motivated you to start your blog and what's your favorite stuff to post here (imagines, f/o pictures, s/i info, etc.)?
honestly, I first started this blog just so I‘d have a place to reblog mushy self-ship posts without feeling self conscious for Posting Cringe on my main— since then I’ve found it’s very freeing to have a space where I can gush about my f/os with reckless abandon, while having confidence in the fact I’m in a community that accepts me and all my anime man kissing ways :)
I mostly use this blog to gush about my f/os and collect fanart/gifsets to browse through whenever I feel like squeeing over them, but imagines are probably my favorite things to come across and reblog here. honestly, my advice per starting a self ship blog would be that, if it’s something you think will make you happy, just go for it! you don’t even have to worry about posting consistently; self shipping is supposed to be fun for you, so just feel free to do it however feels best! whatever you end up doing, good luck :D
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Hi lovely people! Today I impulsively published my first book, a small poetry pamphlet called ‘scripture of (un)holy youth’. This collection is really close to my heart and explores adolesence and growing up through the imagery and metaphors of the Catholic Church!
A lot of it draws on personal experience or things I’ve been told, and it heavily focuses on mental health, growing up queer, class, and social status!
Poetry has always been a huge part of my life and I want to share my passion with all of you! Every reblog helps even if you can’t buy the book! Love you all!
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I'm so fucking tired. Just cried a lot and now I'm exhausted 😩 but I have homework for today as always. I'm probably doing it wrong but I don't know how else to do it and I will not ask for help. Anyway today's not a great day you know, these past 2 years haven't been very great. But you know one day at a time I guess. But I feel like it's getting worse. My parents paid for me to go to a psychologist like 2 times (God just now I noticed that was last year) and my mom said she'd make an appointment for a next. And then she never did. I never got the courage to ask her about it. But it's been getting worse and I've come back to some very shitty coping mechanisms, so I was getting the courage to ask. And then it was my birthday and my parents as always where so awesome and gave me some money, and they said if they could they'd give us (me and my brothers) more, but especially right now things have been very tough and these past few months we've been going through a rough patch. I don't really know if that's why but that's probably why. So I can't just say "and? You said you'd get me to attend a psychologist once a month because I'm very very fucked up". Worse thing is that just on my first day (the psychologist talked to both me alone and me and my mother) she said I have traits of anxiety and depression and asked if I'd be okay with taking meds (honestly all I want if it makes me feel better lmao) so like yay more money down the drain because my brain is expensive as fuck. And I have such a good life lmao I have never gone hungry, I have a decent education, I EVEN ATTENDED TO DANCE CLASS FOR SOME TIME UNTIL WE COULDN'T AFORD ANYMORE and my parents have always been great! Why am I like this? WHY??? why can't I just be grateful and happy? Why can't I do this fucking stupid homework I'm so frustrated idk what to do
oop. drew my guardian.
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Throwback Thursday: Morning Fuzziness
[#tickle thursday: fondly remembering and highlighting older content]
When browsing my back catalog on AO3, "Morning Fuzziness" has more kudos and bookmarks than anything else, so it seemed fit to feature on this inaugural Throwback Tickle Thursday. This little <2k fic is among my oldest works. It was written in December 2013 and has a few marks of inexperience on it, namely inelegant POV changes and some questionable dialogue stylization choices. But I still love this concept of wing-grooming-turned-tickles (as evidenced by my latest fic, Double-Edged Blessing. Clearly I am a lost cause).
“Christ, Cas, you look a mess.”
The angel started awake. He squinted, then pulled his arm out from between his chest and the mattress, wincing at the needling feeling as blood flow returned, and wiped groggily at his eye with a faint sniffle. “Mmwhat?”
Dean was laying next to him, on his back with one arm nestled behind his head, looking far too awake and amused for whatever hour Cas supposed this was meant to be. The hunter snorted lightly. “How ya feelin’?”
Cas groaned into the pillow.
Last night was a bit of a blur. Castiel remembered how they’d finally killed off an obstinate trio of witches, and Dean had insisted on celebrating the lack of bodily fluids he was soaked in this time, and then Gabriel had stopped by, and that’s when everything started to get foggy.
Dean was chuckling. “I have no idea what the hell kinda drink Gabe conjured up for you, but I think it did its job.”
“I… shouldn’tuv lost consciousness frummadrink,” the angel mumbled.
“You didn’t,” Dean grinned. “Not for a good – long, fun, debaucherous – while, anyhow.”
keep reading on Tumblr
or read it on AO3
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Gay rocks’ outfits
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hi i’m opening commissions
hello, i’m eden, an autistic bi trans boy and i’m opening up commissions to help pay for college!!! i’m still i’m highschool, but college costs… a lot lol anyway!! here’s the info:
here’s what i’m willing to do:
> ship art (whether it be oc x canon, canon x canon, oc x oc, etc.)
> character art, whether the character is an oc or if they’re from a media!
> mild gore
> mild suggestive themes
> simple fursonas
and here’s what i’m not willing to do!
> inc*st and p*do ships
> heavy gore
> explicit nsfw
> medias i’m uncomfortable with, feel free to ask which ones if you’re interested in commissioning !
and here are some examples of my art!
please, even if you can’t commission me, at least reblog!! it really helps!!
v*nmo - @/doeny
you can dm me on here or dm me on discord, it’s @eden#7363 !!
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If we hired you to fill a gap on a popular day with a couple of other days of work, and then you cut your own availability on that popularly day during your first week so we had to shift some plans, and then cut that entire day out of your availability so we now have to move students we already assigned to you... do you think that makes a good first impression?
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Ok I'm too lazy to finish this one drawing so hhhhghdmm tag dump 0.2 with some new ones cuz I wanna organize this blog a bit (might update, also excluding character tags)
PEOPLE BEG FOR LIFE AT THEIR DEATH. unfortunately, i’m not the one to ask. my sister refuses to listen. ©
INDIE MULTI MUSE FT.
delaneria illiad ; personification of death.
WRITTEN BY MILES. blog est feb 2021.
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*smacks tumblr with a newspaper*
it doesn’t want beetlejuice in lingerie to be in the search engine
well fuck you too lmao
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