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box-of-roses · 2 months

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'*•.¸♡ Machine Heart♡¸.•*'

Characters: Sakusa, Y/N

Synopsis: Sakusa is going to learn why you don’t take things for granted in the most brutal way possible

Warnings: Vomiting, Blood, CHARACTER DEATH, Crying, Regret

Words: 2k

A/N: I was listening to music and found this song. It really sets the vibes if you listen while you read

Valentine’s Day. How funny it all sounded to you now. You’ve been with the same person for five years. The first year was wonderful, he got you a bouquet of flowers and wrote you a wonderful heartfelt letter. The second year was okay, he still gave you flowers but ones you had already told him made your nose itchy. The third year is when it started going downhill and going fast. He worked, you can’t be too mad at him for doing his job…but he forgot. He had forgotten a lot that year. Your birthday, your anniversary. He hadn’t forgotten his teammates' birthdays. He hadn’t forgotten the anniversary of joining his team. He had forgotten you though.

The fourth year is when you started getting angry. Your lovesick eyes scanning the posts from friends of their significant others. The rings gleaming around their fingers. Why couldn’t he care again? What made him stop caring? You made a dinner and waited up for him to get home. When you awoke the next morning though you found his shoes by the door, the bedroom door closed and yourself still asleep at the table. Food ice cold and candles gone out. Light coming from the bathroom along with the sounds of running water.

The fifth year was when you started rethinking everything. You hadn’t prepared anything this year, too tired of being cast aside. So what if the flame of his love went out? You still had someone. It was when he posted a message for his friends telling them Happy Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t do something that simple for you? You started thinking of what you had done.

Your eyes kept staring at the simple post. Photos of him smiling with his friends. Telling them he cares about them even though he doesn’t say it much. That he didn’t know where he’d be without them and that he couldn’t live without them. You didn’t want to be upset at his friends. You’re not entirely sure that you existed. There weren’t any posts of you with him on either social media account.

He decided early in the relationship that it would be better if the public didn’t know. You just didn’t realize that also meant his friends. His family. You felt like you had wasted five years of your life. You couldn’t stop loving him though. He was still the light of your life. Even if you weren’t the light of his. That’s when you felt a tickle at the back of your throat.

You grabbed a glass of water and took a few sips. That didn’t help, it was a grainy feeling like you were swallowing sand. You rushed to the bathroom as the feeling went up your throat. Making it just in time you leaned over the toilet. As your body heaved flower petals came out of your mouth. So did blood. You had heard about this before. Hanahaki. You were going to die. You had been trying for years to get Sakusa to love you again. This was just the final nail in the coffin. Ha, coffin. You’d be in one of those soon.

Your body heaved again. More petals filled up the water. Blood splattered against the sides of the pristine white seat and walls. You knew you were going to have to clean it up before Sakusa got home. You wondered to yourself when he had become Sakusa again. When did he stop being Kiyoomi? Was he ever really anything other than Sakusa to you? More petals fell out of your mouth. It was getting hard to breathe and your vision went black.

You’re awoken again by the door opening. Your eyes fluttered to life. He was finally home. On Valentine’s Day. The day you realized you weren’t going to be alive for much longer. What a sick joke everything seemed to be. You flushed the toilet and began to clean up the mess you made. You heard a knock at the door. Checking your appearance in the mirror you took a paper towel and wiped away at the blood coating your lips and edges of your mouth. Opening the door you’re met with the man who caused this demise.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight. I trust you’ll be safe while I’m gone.” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go have fun with your friends!”

“I wasn’t asking permission. I just found out you were home and didn’t want to be questioned first thing after stepping through the door.” He turned around and you closed the door. Maybe this was for the best. He talked to you so coldly that you actually shivered. You didn’t want to just give up on life but you didn’t want to subject anyone else to your problems. Perhaps any proof of your existence was already wiped from the house.

There was one photo of the two of you in your bedroom. Not his bedroom. Your bedroom. You had been okay with having separate rooms in the beginning. You had a lot of things and so did he. What was so bad about having separate spaces and spaces where you were able to be together. Except you were never together anymore. There wasn’t a shared space. The house might as well be yours because of how little he was there.

You knew he wouldn’t be there often. I mean he had away games all the time before you moved in together. But it was different. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you reminisced about the past. At how sweet he used to be. The apartment seemed much colder than it had been before he came home. You didn’t dare leave your bathroom though. You didn’t want to run into him. He was about to go out and seeing you would ruin his day.

The pricking in your throat started again. At this rate you were going to be dead before the day's end. It was harder to breathe than before. You rushed to sit back down. You didn’t want to hurt yourself more than you were already. You should have left him. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened. But, you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him no matter how much it hurt to stay. It hurt more to think about leaving. As flowers came out of your mouth you wondered who would be at your funeral. Tears ran down your face as you realized he would show up. But maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would pretend he didn’t know you.

What was he going to do when he found your body. It would be limp and grey, blood lost and flowers around your lips. They began sticking as the blood dried. You wondered if the flowers at your funeral would be the same ones you were currently choking on. This disease is poetic in a way. Love and flowers were both beautiful if taken care of properly. Love could sprout and blossom and cause more things to grow. Love could also hurt. It could grow thorns and you could bleed and choke and cry. Love could be just as deadly as it is life giving.

You knew that the next part was the thorns. The stems and sharp edges scraping your throat as they would come up. You couldn’t stop crying. Why you? What had you done to deserve this besides being unloved. Is it really your fault that he didn’t love you anymore. You felt it was unfair. Why didn’t he throw up flowers? Why couldn’t he feel what you were feeling? You were back to anger. The tears were hot as they rolled down your cheeks.

You picked up one of the flower blossoms. They were beautiful. Blue. White in the center. The disturbing factor was the blood that got caught in the folds and tears of the petals. The way it dripped onto your hand. The contrast of the blue and red. It made you think of the contrast between the two of you. Your vision started going in and out again. You grabbed the water you brought with you and drank more of it.

You tried to clean yourself up as you picked yourself off the floor. You looked terrible already. Because you knew what was going to end you left the bathroom and picked up your phone. The object that started this mess.

That observation wasn’t fair to your phone. It wasn’t the phone’s fault he didn’t love you anymore. You wrote messages to your parents and friends wishing them well. You set it up to send in a couple of hours. With how quickly this was developing you figured you’d be gone by then. Funny. The universe didn’t even try to give you a chance to fix this. It had as little faith in someone loving you as you did yourself. Your eyes no longer welled up with tears. You were coming to terms with what was going to happen. You wrote your last note and went back to the bathroom.

The letter was sat by the door. On the little table where you put your keys. You silently secluded yourself as you felt your lungs fill up with flowers that wouldn’t come out.

It was a few hours later when Sakusa finally returned home. As he set his keys down he noticed a note. He picked it up and began reading it.

‘I’m not doing this to make you feel guilty. I would like my funeral to be a small affair. Please let my family know this wasn’t their fault. I loved you. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, you’ll find me in the bathroom. I wanted the least amount of mess cleanup for you because I know you hate blood. Thank you for caring about me in the beginning. I love you, take care of yourself.’

The paper fell through his fingers. What did you mean he would find you in the bathroom? His feet carried them to your bathroom. He was scared to open the door. When he did his fears came true. There you were flowers growing out of your mouth. Blood plastered around your mouth. And skin, your skin was grey and you laid there lifeless.

What had he done. He could have prevented this if he continued loving you. He should’ve continued loving you. He does love you. He loves you now that he can’t have you. He misses the things you would do for him. He misses you.

He sits in the bathroom for hours. Just holding your hand. Wishing he realized this would happen. He feels so stupid for requesting the things he did. He regrets not showing you off when he could. He regrets not loving you like he should. He wishes he could kiss you and you would wake up. He wishes he could wake up and that it was a dream.

He wishes he could love you like he used to. He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he hears a knock at the door. His stomach growls and his throat feels dry. His eyes are red and puffy as he swings the door open. Atsumu is standing there. He hadn’t heard from his friend for two days. Seeing his state he comes in and hugs him.

Sakusa pushes him off. “It’s my fault. I’m the reason they’re dead.”

“Who’s dead Omi?”

“Y/N.” Atsumu doesn’t ask who that is, he can tell that Sakusa cared for you. He’s curious why he had never heard of you before. He doesn’t want to push him right now though. They sit there for the rest of the night. In the couch in your home, surrounded by the things that reminded him of you. Atsumu only gets up to make them food. Considering Sakusa’s state he figured he hasn’t eaten. He wishes he could do more.

Sakusa tells him not to go into the bathroom in the master bedroom. Atsumu doesn’t ask why. Atsumu just hugs him and lets him cry.

I hope you guys enjoyed! I got this request and thought it was perfect to post for Valentine’s Day. My askbox is open if you want to send in a request. Like this was, you can find that here. If you liked this consider checking out my other works! Love you guys!!! <3

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated

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#hq x reader #haikyu x reader #shroom writes #haikyuu angst #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa imagines #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi angst

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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DUDE IMAGINE SBI WILBUR AND TECHNO BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU. Might write some fics about it tbh. Thoughts? Ideas? 👀

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depreshroom · 1 year

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Hey!! I had some dialogue bouncing in my head for a Rayllum s4 (the dragon prince) harsher fight scene, so I sort of just scribbled it out. This occurs when they find out that Soren hadn’t come back. Anything that doesn’t sound like canon has been shamelessly ignored for my idea, my apologies. It’s not fully fleshed and mostly dialogue focus but here it is :))

“A desperate silence hangs between them. Desperate for understanding, for each other. “I’m sorry Callum, okay? I didn’t know.”

Callum scoffs, smirking sarcastically. “You didn’t know?”

Rayla stares into his eyes. Is he serious right now? She furrows her eyebrows. “No, Callum. I didn’t know the Crown Guard wouldn’t be able to find his way through a bit of greenery.”

“It was dark out, Rayla!”

“He had a lamp!” Rayla lifts her arms defensively and it only takes a single look at Callum’s face to know she’d hit a minefield. In an attempt to pull this mess together, she starts, “I messed up, Callum, I’m-“

But he finishes. “What, Rayla? What, you’re sorry? You didn’t know what you know now? You’re going to fix it?” He adds the last bit in air quotes, turning around and pacing as his voice gets angrier. “Here’s the thing with you Rayla: you don’t know anything. But instead of waiting and learning and observing and paying attention to anything other than your own opinions—“

“‘Anything other than my own opinions’, are you kidding—“

—the great non-assassin just has to act instead!” And Callum is furious, and he’s more alive than she’s seen since two years ago. Maybe even since she’s known him. “You couldn’t even kill Viren if you saw him, Rayla.” His chest heaves back and forth, and he’s only a few feet away. “You left just to what? Get a sighting?”

Quietly, Rayla strides towards Callum and closes the gap. He softens a bit—-no less angry, but a little more hurt. She begins to open her mouth, yet becomes cut off again.

“And you know what, Rayla?” he asks, voice raspy.

She doesn’t want to take this. He has no idea. He has no idea why she does what she does, he didn’t bother to remember the full picture. Only the successful parts. The ones where everybody makes it out alive. She hates the fact that she’s about to be silent; about to let him finish off stabbing her with a knife of anger and pain. But the smallest voice inside her says to listen. Don’t be what he insists she is.

Gritting her teeth, she inhaled deeply as she asks, “What, Callum?”

“For all the so-called ‘protecting’ you did-“ He uses air quotes during protecting, as if he wasn’t standing here right now with two working legs. “I got hurt, anyways.”

Rayla chuckles dryly, hot air covering Callum’s face. “Nice speech, Callum. You know, I’m really glad you were able to say it. Unlike oh…what’s his name?” She snaps, mimicking effort to think of her fallen father. Of the endless, imaginative scenarios where he suffers mercilessly in each one. Of Ezran’s dad and Callum’s basically-dad. Who she indirectly killed by not acting fast enough. She tilts her head downward, returning Callum’s glare. “Oh, I know!” she says with faux enthusiasm. “Unlike Runaan. Or your dad. Or anyone who died because I waited, Callum. You know, me and all my great non-assassinating”

A lump forms in his throat, his eyes displaying a sudden unreadable pain. Taking a few steps back, he begins to speak. Though now it’s he who remains unheard as Rayla cuts him off.

“You’ve spent all this time being mad at me, Callum.” Her voice softens as she blinks back a few unexpected tears. “But I’d be—I am, ecstatic to have a choice between you being angry or alive. Everyday, I’d choose saving you over saving us.”

They stare at each other from a distance. Tears run down her face. Silence hangs between them.

Silence is all they have left to say.

#im in a bit of a grey area with tdp atm #but I still rlly like writing abt the whole rayllum situation is both fun and helping me improve dialogue #also I just wanted to write a fight scene #this isn’t made to waiver to either side but to express both sides #and look into their reasoning #the dragon prince #rayla tdp #rayllum #rayllum s4 #the dragon prince season 4 #callum tdp #tdp #me omw to ignore my other fic for this one #im coming back to owl house murder mystery tho #shroom writes

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nyssasorbit · 2 years

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~ Hauntober 2022 Prompts ~

Sooo I decided to make my own Halloween-themed prompts to help inspire me to make something this month! Feel free to use these yourself~

2, 9, 23, 30 are song prompts! I did this in my 2020 list, so the song could be played in the bg while you’re creating, or you could just go off the title. Links provided if you want:

When They Cry One Reason (could also use the Jonathan Young cover) Horror Movies Final Girl

#shroom doodles #shroom writes #halloween prompts #art prompts #writing prompts #Hauntober 2022 #gonna add this to my other blog too #the songs I pulled out of my Halloween playlist

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wayfayrr · 1 month

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I offer the idea of soft times with sage

Braiding hair, just cuddling with each other and overall spending time with one another.

- 🍄

(It’s been a bit lmao, college kicked me in the shins)

sorry it's been a while since you sent this, I relate with uni being a bitch though :')

I'm gonna use this ask though to put it out that I'm no longer going to be writing for Sage, however I won't stop writing totk link altogether - instead I've been creating a link that's more inline for how I see his character and for how I'm comfortable to write <3 I've been calling him Tears so far and I have to thank a lot of my mutuals for chipping in ideas with a special mention to @glowyskull for coming up with some of the best headcanons I think I've ever heard (the last three are courtesy of them) <333 @h4wari, @mushroomwoods, @sketchyspook here's the boy you were waiting for!!! (thank you all for your help too <333)

and without any more hesitation here he is!!

✦ he got the nickname tears for a reason, anything and everything will set this boy off. he's a true crybaby and will certainly use it to try and win your attention from the others. It's not always cause he's sad though, sometimes things can just get overwhelming

✦ his memory can be a bit spotty, unlike wild he rushed through his previous quest, not that he's all that fussed about missing those memories - making new positive ones are more important to him

✦ like his counterpart, he's got a couple of different nicknames, tears is the most prominent however architect does tend to show itself fairly often. messing around to see what different kinds of contraptions he can make is one of his favourite pastimes, one he'll happily share if given the chance.

✦ wild and him have been assumed many times to be identical twins, seeing as his stint in the shrine of ressurection put a halt to most of his aging processes. not that he doesn't bring up his actual age every now and then for a little shock factor

✦ thankfully they're easy to tell apart, seeing as tears discovered how to dye his hair and paint his nails quickly into his second quest, leading to his hair forever being stained with a multitude of different colours while his nails change colour nearly every other day

✦ his cheeky side is still very much there though, ready to make the dumbest puns you've ever heard and to not stop till you're laughing no matter how hard you cringe at them when he starts.

✦ one of the most affectionate links, willing to do basically anything you ask him to and even things you didn't. give him the smallest hint you like a certain food? what do you mean it's a little suspicious he suddenly has all of its ingredients for it - he simply wanted to try it himself, can you tell him if it tastes right?

✦ He hates to see anyone crying, especially his significant other, nine times out of ten it’ll end up with him crying at your side but he’s always there at your side to cheer you up. If you can’t bring yourself to speak about whatever is upsetting you though? Luckily for him a simple kiss of your tears is enough to show him the memory that hurt you. Thankfully it also goes for the happier ones.

✦ Your smile and praise is something he simply lives for, headpats being his favourite way to receive it, leave him alone with belongings for too long though and when you come back he’s standing next to them with a blinding smile having fused a lot of them to each other or to something he thinks would be useful for you to have. Granted the journal flame thrower combination might not have been his brightest moment.

✦ the same desire can come out in other ways though, such as giving you different nicknames with his personal favourite calling you his sundelion. Sometimes he really shows how much he likes that nickname by making you flowercrowns as surprises. Granted every now and then he takes it a little too far, telling you you’re all he needs to heal from the gloom instead of taking any real treatment.

Tending the fire is probably one of the easiest and most calming tasks I could’ve been given today, it’s nice to have something to zone out with after a whole day on the road. Not that I can complain about it though, we didn’t run into any monsters or other threats and travelling was calm. Who’s trying to get my attention by tapping me on the back though?

“[name]? Mind if I come sit with you for a bit, I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright.”

“Yeah of course Tears, If we’re going to be traveling together for a while it makes a lot of sense too.”

This man is a sweetheart I can tell, just from saying yes to him he’s already got the most coy smile on his face; it’s like his face is practically glowing from it when he sits. Shuffling closer to my side almost like he’s asking if it’s alright for him be be this close, with the way the firelight is illuminating him is making me question if the warmth on my face is really from the fire or not now. Just distract yourself with something before you get any redder.

“Oh? You’ve got something in your hair, one second-”

The moment I plucked the stick out of his hair he froze up, his cheeks flushing before relaxing.

“Are - are you good? Sorry I should’ve asked first.”

“No, no, no it’s alright I just… didn’t expect it?”

“Yeah I know, next time I’l-”

“Actually would you um mind playing with my hair? I ah never really get the chance to relax like this.”

Well isn’t that simply adorable, I would be heartless to say no to such a request. Besides, I know wild has some of the softest hair possible so the chance to play with it? No way am I going to miss that if all that visible dye hasn’t fried it to bits.

“If that’s what you want then I won’t say no.”

“Really?”Is he - no he can’t be, or maybe… is he so starved of affection that he’d tear up over something this small, the more I think about it, it does make sense. Playing with his hair is so relaxing I almost missed the fact that he was starting to tear up more, all I can hope for is that they’re not from him being upset.

#Hi shroom!!!!#It's good to see you <333 #thought I'd take the chance to do this here sfgvfdsbg #moss✦writes #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #totk x reader #totk link x reader #Tears #should I be confident and make him his own lu tag?#heck why not fgvfdgvb #Lu Tears

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idiot-mushroom · 20 days

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fanfic for my ttnm boy’s birthday bc that animation is gunna a fucking long time to complete

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themummersfolly · 2 months

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One thing that strikes me about the Dune saga: everybody points out that the Spice is a metaphor for oil, and they're right, but also. Dune was written during a period when people genuinely believed that altering the human mind could alter reality. Like, there were honest to God experiments run by actual scientists trying to figure out how much LSD you had to give somebody before they became telepathic or whatever. There are other works from that period where a (possibly neurodivergent) character takes a Substance™️ and unlocks their latent superpowers, but Dune is the best example of the trope, both in Paul's growing prescience and in the whole concept of the Guild Navigators and the Mentats.

#dune part two #plus im pretty sure frank herbert was high on shrooms the entire time he was writing

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starwritesyanderes · 1 year

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Hello, I hope your doing well, would is be alright if I request Bell-mère Reader (From One Piece, Nami’s mother) with Yandere Hercules, Loki, Buddha and Jack? (Jack my precious baby boy)

Reader was a former Marine who retired to raise her 2 adoptive daughters after saving them, and raising them the best of her abilities (Though passed down her flirtatious behavior towards Nami)

Reader is known to be a trouble maker, yet very loving and self-sacrificing towards her children as she was willing to only eat the fruit from her grove to have enough money to feed them as well as in her final moments was willing to sacrifice her own life to save her daughters (She gave the money that was enough to save them both) and told her children in her final moments that she loves them before being shot in the head

I can see Jack instantly loving Reader for her special soul (And a beautiful color), Hercules smitten by Reader’s honorable deeds for her children, Buddha liking how Reader makes him her delicious Tangerine meals and Loki just being a creep 🤣

I love Bell-mère, she’s the definition of the ‘cool and incredible mom’ that everyone would be lucky to have or even meet (I BAWLED after her death, she’s just so cool and died too soon 😭)

hi anon!! this is such a great ask 😭😭😭

but i'm afraid i haven't started ror yet, tho i will be bookmarking this for when i do start and hopefully finish it

im so very sorry!!!!

#shroom talks 🍄#GUH I HAVENT EVEN STARTED IT IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭#belle-mere reader #labskwhsobwkwbkabwibwiwn istg when i do start this is the first thing i will write #record of ragnorak #ror #record of ragnarok x reader #yandere record of ragnarok x reader #yandere record of ragnorak

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s0urfangs · 11 months

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I must have said Larry isn't his actual name, right? That's an entire Sir Larold of Lichen

Will be putting these in my pinned post for more charas eventually, as inspiration strikes :>

#SILVS ADHD PROOF CHARACTER SUMMARIES (BRIEF) (MANIPULATED WITH COLOURS) (SPACED)#ok thats at least a bit of a lie they arent adhd proof it takes me ages to narrow down the info from a huge rant #i have to manipulate myself into writing stuff with pretty colours!!!#oc:dralsin #oc:fedsy #oc:larry #ocposting #gw2 #oh wait. btw.#larry is actually like 6“9 without the shroom hes a LIAR!

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soundwavefucker69 · 1 year

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just thinking of Cody giving Obi Wan a bouquet of red carnations, chamomile, white clover, and columbine.

"alas, for my poor heart aches. i will always wait for you, even through adversity, but please think of me and my foolish love."

#now i'm thinking of flower language #codywan #shrooms is talking #someone write this so i don't have to #you can do this with any ship but #hnnnggghhh #THANKS ANON FOR DOING THIS TO ME #if you guys give me a poem and a ship i will give you a bouquet that will break your heart

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box-of-roses · 17 days

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It’s been so long- however I would like to announce that Pt. 2 of the soulmate series for Sakusa will be posted 10:30 a.m. EST 4/3

Last call for the taglist is 9:30 a.m. EST 4/3 please comment here if you haven’t previously commented on the main post

And just like that another story is just beginning :) I can’t wait till you guys see the epilogue for his story. The next parts of the other stories are coming soon <3

#shroom writes #shroom babbles #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x reader

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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GUYS GUYS GUYS I’M BACK IN MY THE PROMISED NEVERLAND ERA. MY REQUEST BOX IS CURRENTLY EMPTY SO IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ANYTHING FOR TPN PLEASE SEND REQUESTS FOR THE MAIN TRIO OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS! MY PERSONAL FAVORITE IS NORMAN BUT I’M FINE WITH WRITING FOR THE OTHERS. OR YOU COULD REQUEST OTHER FANDOMS I’M IN! LOVE YOU ALL!! <3

#the promised neverland #tpn ray #tpn emma #tpn norman #tpn x reader #shroom writes #bun updates

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depreshroom · 1 year

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My first Owl House fic! I’ve wanted to write a bit of Luz’s mentality post-s2 finale, pre-season 3 and especially wanted to look into her and her father’s relationship a bit.

#shroom rambles #shroom writes #the owl house #luz noceda #manny noceda #and I guess amity’s there too but that doesn’t count #toh

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nyssasorbit · 2 years

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Our Final Sunrise

So I know I said I was taking a hiatus from anything related to this fandom (and I am), but I also kinda wanted to post this story I wrote, aha-

I wrote this during a quiet spell at work and roughly edited it when I got home. It’s based on a prompt I found that was something like “Write about the last time the sun rose”. It’s not technically about Sam and Darlin’, buuuut I was kinda sorta imagining them as I wrote it. I’m not going to post it on Ao3 since it isn’t technically about them, but I thought I’d post it here just for fun. Actually not fun it’s very sad aha-

Warnings are in the tags! For bonus sadness, I played this song in the background during my rough edit.

But without further ado, the short story:

Peeking just over the horizon, rays of the sun flared through scattered clouds, piercing the darkness.

“Sunrise already,” he said with a wry smile. “And a damn good one at that.”

The woman beside him said nothing, blue eyes trailing along the faint lines of light.

“At least this last moment…will be a good one too.”

Sensing his eyes on her, she finally breathed out, “Yeah.”

They sat feet away from the building’s ledge. Side by side, they towered over the darkened city. Apartments and offices and stores around them were quiet—empty. With busted glass and old rust slowly being buried beneath the Earth, reclaiming what once belonged to her. A light breeze danced around the remains of civilization, the reminder that life never truly stopped in this sleeping city.

From the streets, low growls broke through the silence. “Breakfast time,” he chuckled weakly. A sigh rolled from his lips, and his shoulders relaxed against the metal keeping him upright. “Not today, fellas.”

She kept her lips sealed. Strands of her dark hair slid off her arms as she adjusted her posture, bringing her knees in for a loose hug. For just a moment, her eyes flitted down across the streets.

He moved his left arm, rubbing his blonde stubble, then returned it to nurse his right. “Well…anything else before the end?”

From the corner of her eye, she saw him turn his head to face her again. But she couldn’t. Not now. Not with the light illuminating his face, revealing just how deathly pale it was, sweat beaded on his skin.

“Anything else we should talk about?”

“What’s there to say?” she replied, an edge to her voice.

He retreated his gaze. “...Anything. Just something to remind ourselves we’re still alive.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

Hesitantly, he whispered, “...Don’t let it end like this, Darlin’.”

Before she could respond, her vision distorted in a crystalized blur.

“Don’t let the world, and these damn monsters, have that satisfaction.”

Her lip quivered with a shaky breath, and she fought to hold her composure. But she knew that dam would break if she opened her mouth now.

“...Just a couple more minutes.”

The sun rose, gradually, but all too quick. Merciless it was, not even pausing long enough for one final memory. An earnest discussion. A proper goodbye.

Seconds dragged by, prolonging the agony of despair, while minutes stole away what little of their hearts remained.

“…Thank you,” he spoke, eyelids fluttering in struggle, “for everything.”

Her lips trembled again, emotions spilling down her cheek. Listening closely, she could hear his ragged breaths, wavering in and out.

“...Don’t let this haunt you, okay?” His body shook as he fought against the sleep clawing at his mind. “Live. Live on and prove that…this infection don’t mean shit.”

She tried to ignore his feeble laughter, his lips spread as if he felt like the funniest man in the world.

“Who am I kidding? Nothing can keep you down. Not even this.”

A spell of silence.

“...Don’t let me turn into one of those things.”

She didn’t budge, initially. Then, gathering every ounce of energy she could muster, she forced herself to her feet. Finger on the trigger, she whipped the pistol off her hip and thrust it in the center of his forehead.

“Ha, see? I knew it.”

Fighting her tears again, she finally met his gaze. The light was dying in his chestnut eyes, already overtaken by the glare of the rising sun. With what ounce of life was left in them, they pleaded to her wordlessly. Her grip tightened.

“...Sorry.”

“...Shut up,” she choked out.

The warmth in those brown eyes shifted. Into something that rocked her emotions, sending them running freely down her face. “...I love you.”

Rapid breaths to keep herself in control, she resisted the urge to look away. But she wouldn’t let this end without engraving this scene in her brain.

Knowing no answer would ever follow, he solemnly closed his eyes.

Forcing her attention on him, her teeth grit, and she pulled the trigger.

A shot rang out.

She took in the sight, then. The gore on the metal behind him, the bloody bite mark on his right arm, and his motionless body, never to move again.

It always ended like this.

Numbness sprouted up her arm, so she pulled the gun away with her free hand. Thoughtlessly, she stared into the open end of the barrel, as if waiting for an invisible hand to send the next bullet flying.

But no bullet came.

Her weight gave way, and she collapsed to her knees. Knowing every flesh-eating monster would already be following the sound of the gunshot, she cried.

A sorrowful howl resonated through the ambling city.

#shroom writes #word spores #redacted asmr #writing #writeblr #prompt writing #angst #character death #sliiiightly graphic death scene?#suicidal thoughts #zombie apocalypse au #LOTS OF ANGST #I ALMOST CRIED #THAT'S THE SECOND TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED #I HAVE TWO NICKELS #tho idk maybe it's not that sad #maybe I'm just tired #OH YEAH AND A FEM!DARLIN' TECHNICALLY SORRY #technically not but also technically

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