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first post in a year+ (confetti)

prompt/first line taken from one of those prompt blogs. uhhhh

“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”

Toshinori’s hands went to his hips, and he leaned over a little to put a little more force into his glare, as light as it was. Enji huddled a little closer to his laptop, shoulders and knees helping him form something like a human ball around the small piece of technology. His own glare was a little harsher, rest of his face in a sneer.

“You’ve been on the same case for nearly a week! If you’re not at the police station or your office, you’re in here, staring a hole into that laptop.” One of the larger man’s hands gestured to Enji and his current position: curled up in his home office, looking a mess. Toshinori knew for a fact he’d been so absorbed in his work that he’d put off sleeping, eating, drinking, maybe even showering. It was just how he got when he felt he was close to a breakthrough, and usually it didn’t last more than a day. A week was pushing it, definitely.

“I’m almost done.”

“You say that every time I check on you. This’ll help clear your head!” Toshi leaned down toward him and his boyfriend scooted away a few inches, glare deepening.

“I don’t need Netflix! I need to work!” His squint increased as his boyfriend loomed closer. “If you lay a hand on me, Toshi, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Enji didn’t get another chance to respond as one arm hooked under his legs, Toshinori’s other going around his back. The smaller man made what could only be described as a hiss and tried to futilely wiggle out of his hold, but it was no use. He stood there for a few moments, just holding Enji up until he heard him let out a sigh of defeat.

“At least let me put my laptop down.”

#bnha #all might #endeavor #toshiroki #that's the ship name and im sticking to it and i have for like a full year

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gently blows the dust off this blog

hello

#UUUUU i might use this again for shit that's too short for ao3

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too short to put on ao3 tbh

The World is all that remains of Dio. Or, rather, Dio's body. The stand was never his own. He controlled it, yes, and stands were representations of one's fighting spirit, but it had never been Dio's. It was locked to his body, not the vampire's, but the gentleman's, and its own spirit did not die with its "user." Not yet. It stands, completely still, in The Sahara, beside the remains of the man that had once controlled it. If it is upset, its expression doesn't show that, nor does it let off a particularly sad presence. It simply looks at the lower half of Jonathan Joestar. The rising sun turns the yellow sand blood red and it, too, took on the same color, bright mustard armor becoming peach, then crimson. A large hand reaches up to its helmet and, slowly, timed with the sun, pulls it from its head. Bright pink eyes fade to an almost glowing blue and black hair tumbles from the top of its head, reaching a little past its neck, slightly curved and somehow neat. It turns its head to watch the sun. The mark on its neck, under its armor, feels like it's burning. As the world turns, the vampiric body turns to dust, and so does The World. They merge with the desert.

#jjba #the world #za warudo #that shit where stands look like their users or smth #it's time for me to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

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check out this shit i wrote idk i like ao3 more than tumblr for writing stuff u_u

#jjba #redline #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli

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i did read it. it was sad :(

yeah it was, gimme a prompt and ill write lizarddogs eventually

#Anonymous #good question

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if i request it again on here will u write more lizarddog

yes feth but read my sbr thing first

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first jjba thing and it’s that au where nobody dies

but everyone’s sad

"You knew we couldn't do this forever."

The words weigh heavy on Johnny, on his shoulders and feet and heart, making the first droop and the second fall to the third. Gyro's stare is blank, his mouth a thin line. Did he know the affect his words had on Johnny? He was smart but his face said otherwise.

"I need to go home, and so do you. I have business back in Italy..." The last sentence was finished with a wave of his hand, the Italian's eyebrows knotting together as his expression finally turned to one of concern. Johnny inhaled deeply before forcing himself to look up, meeting the other's eyes.

"I know. I didn't think you'd be leaving so soon." His words were remarkably calm, too steady, and it felt as though he hadn't said them. "Maybe a month after the race." Maybe never. Maybe he could have been happy for once, maybe he and Gyro could have raced across the States for years and years, resting in small towns and under open skies. Maybe he could listen to his horrible jokes and act out his awful gags until they were well into their 50's, blonde hair turning grey, fair skin darkening under weeks upon weeks in the sun with little to no cover.

"I'm sorry, but please understand. Who knows what could happen if I don't go back as soon as possible." Gyro nodded slowly, eyes momentarily leaving Johnny's face to look at the ground. A hand left his side to hesitantly, nervously scratch at the back of his neck. "Besides, we should focus on things beside each other. Your father probably wants a family- mine, too, if he'll ever look me in the eyes again." Not a joke. But Gyro forced a grin anyway, edges of his mouth twitching before settling again. Johnny didn't move. "We can't do that if we keep... Like this."

Like this. Like he couldn't say those words. Johnny inhaled shakily, thankful that his shorter height and downturned face hid his tears. He hoped so, anyway. As he was about to reply he felt warmth on his forehead, fingers pushing his hat and hair back as to not stain them with lipstick. Gyro pulled away after some moments and his hand trailed down to Johnny's cheek.

"I'll miss you, Johnny Joestar. I might try to visit, you know? Send some letters."

Johnny nodded. There was no arguing- he knew he was right. They couldn't do this forever. "You too, Gyro."

#jjba #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #gyrojo #steel ball run

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uhhh sorry i havent posted here much, i said b4 that stuff would be few and far between

but i kinda need stuff to get into the mood to write stuff for work so. requests stuff maybe

i finished jjba recently so feel free to send in things concerning those people, maybe

#sbr-related works best #ok gnight

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ft mine and my buddies' starbound characters

Annabelle began shedding her weapons and over-armor as soon as she'd finished teleporting, the heat of the inside of the Floran's ship immdiately hitting her. She had no clue why he had to keep it so hot. Even for a Novakid such as herself, it could get a little unbearable. She'd look in to it later. If she could remember to.

"Heya, Anna! Glad you could make it." If Jones had a mouth, he'd be grinning right now, and if he had skin it'd be flushed a pink color similar to his plasma. But he had neither, so his "face" looked as it normally did, though an embarrassed air did come off him. Annabelle nodded in greeting toward him.

"I got your message. I didn't think you were the kinda fella to invite a girl like me to dinner. 'Specially on someone else's ship." She teased, shrugging a little. Jones shrunk down ever so slightly.

"Well, Pea's the chef here, n' all his cookin' stuff's here, so! I thought I'd make it easy on the guy." He spoke while gesturing her forward, toward a pair of seats on either side of a wooden table, covered in a white cloth topped with a candelabra. A short ways away, the sound of pots and pans and Oxy hollering about what goes where could be heard. The two of them sat down- Jones pulling out Annabelle's chair for her before she did- and were placed in an uncomfortable silence, sometimes punctuated by Jones asking if she was okay or hungry or anything. She was fine, she wasn't hungry, don't worry Jones.

A yell from the kitchen made them both raise their heads and turn toward the source: Oxy was finally leaving the designated "kitchen" area, platters threatening to tumble off his palms and onto the ground. If Jones could sweat, he would've been doing so.

"Grub's on! 'Sorry 'bout the wait. I don't do much cooking..." He explained as he set them down on the table, nearly knocking the candelabra over while doing so. Jones sighed and waved him away from his own plate. Annabelle looked surprised at her own food, and looked from Jones to their makeshift waiter.

"Steak n' currantcorn? Thank yeah, it's-"

"Yer favorite!" Country Jones spoke up suddenly, sounding a little excited though he shrunk back in his seat afterward. "I, uh, remembered you said that once. 'Least, I'm glad I remembered properly." He nodded quickly. Oxy just shook his head and left the two of them alone.

"Oh? Well, ain't that sweet." Was all she said in reply before focusing on her food, and she didn't seem to notice Jones deflate a little. At least she thought it was sweet.

#starbound #novakid #novakids #COUNTRY JONES

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LOVE'S ON THE SILVER SCREEN/SHE'S ALWAYS PLAYIN MAKE-BELIEVE

it's been a week and this is all i can show u people. Sorry !

"Fiiiiiiiiiiinn! Get in here!"

"I'm a little busy, Gil-"

"It's an emergency!"

Gilligan knew those three words would get his brother up and running- especially if he said them. And he wasn't disappointed, since the other practically slid into the living room, wide-eyed and muttering "what what what." He shifted his position on the couch a little and clutched his pillow closer, eyes leaving his brother to focus back on the television. He let out a dreamy sigh.

"Doesn't Kitty look great there? Now, a'course, she always looks so nice- but when she really puts time into it, it shines through so well, not to say she doesn't always put effort in how she looks,"

"Is that why you called me in here." His brother leaned over the back of couch and stared him straight in the eye, wearing his usual unamused face. "So you could tell me compliments about your girlfriend." Gil grinned up at him.

"I thought you'd want to know!"

"No." He took the pillow he was grasping and stopped leaning over the couch in the same movement, tossing it back to the chair he'd stolen it from instead. Gil simply shrugged, focusing on the television again. She was doing some interview concerning rebuilding Cloud Cuckooland, though he wasn't focusing on the words so much.

"... And I'd like to especially thank some of the nice people in Bricksburg who have been helping in rebuilding! I know they have a lot of their own problems, still, so it's super great of them!"

"Finn! She mentioned us!"

"No, she didn't."

#the lego movie #gcbc #unikitty #i mean i guess i have a blog for this kinda thing but i dont ever use it anymore #ft headcanon names and that's abt it #AND SHE'S GOT EMERALD EYES etc

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hot damn thanks for the 50 notes on a thing and a few new followers

hope u buddies dont expect much and i do requests i guess. i dunno. that last thing was a request

Thanks !

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"please write archie having incredibly gay thoughts about maxie"

Archie stayed as still as he could as Maxie got adjusted on the bed, continually fussing and moving around, pressing back against him or scooting away. Archie just used the hold he had around the other's middle to squeeze him gently and sigh, tickling the back of his neck. Maxie huffed. "If you're frustrated about me moving, you can leave." He rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

"I ain't upset any. 'You comfy yet?"

"No. Getting comfortable wouldn't be so hard if I, the taller person, were the big spoon-"

"You wanted to be the little spoon. Just quit yer blubberin'." Thankfully, Maxie didn't comment on what he said, finally seeming to get in a position he considered comfortable. Archie just snuggled up closer to him, pulling him against his chest. Again, thankfully, the other made no move to complain or adjust himself anymore. They both stayed there, quiet except for the sounds of breathing, Maxie's eyes closed and Archie's scanning his back. His thoughts made up for the silence in the room, filling his head as he laid there with... With...

What could he call Maxie? His boyfriend? Lover? Lover seemed too personal, though it wasn't like they didn't love each other- on the contrary, Archie had loved him since the day they met, and he hoped Maxie felt the same way. But boyfriend didn't carry the weight their relationship held: years and years of friendship with only a short period of intimacy before they were thrown apart by their ideals. And now this, the aftermath, with both of them rekindling it and trying their damndest to get over what had happened previously. No, Maxie was not his boyfriend. He was something, surely.

Archie shifted a little when Maxie let out a soft snore, obviously asleep. He was the most important thing in his life, had been since the beginning. More important than his plans, though not quite in the same way, important in that Archie was always seeking his attention. Not his approval, but he needed Maxie to keep an eye on him, even if it was through battling and overdramatic monologues. And he'd done it, and again, he hoped Maxie was secretly trying to do the same thing. He had always been so unsure of the other. He was a hard man to read. But, in his gut, he knew Maxie was just as in love and crazy about Archie as he was for him. He was just... Stunted, emotionally. He had enough experience with the man to know that.

He let out another sigh and Maxie grumbled, something about not breathing on him all the time. Archie closed his eyes.

#hardenshipping #archie #maxie #pyromanialand #Thanks Reese !

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this is original shit so no one'll read it

He woke with his head and limbs and chest throbbing, feeling lightheaded, face-to-face with some manner of slime beast that usually lived in the sewers or any particularly nasty hole in the wall. As soon as it noticed his eyes open it fled, leaving behind a trail of foul smelling gunk. He rolled from his side to his chest and placed his arms out, pushing himself up or trying to, finally forcing himself into a sitting positon after some tries. His breathing came out hard and he wiped at the wetness on his face, making a disgusted expression when his previously clean hand came away with the same substance the slime had left. Taking a few more moments to catch his breath, he stayed close to the ground, eyes shut. As the cloud in his head and the emptiness in his lungs dimished he opened his eyes and took a look at his surroundings.

As expected, he was in a seedier area- an out-of-the-way alley, dark and dirty, probably brimming with animals of all sorts. The thought of what could be lurking here sent a shiver through him and made him stand completely, legs wobbly, him gripping at the side of a building to keep himself upright. Standing, though difficult, helped bring his thoughts around and he was hit with questions as one might be hit with a brick to the head. As it were, standing didn't help his headache any.

Where was he? Some kind of alley, for sure. Did he know this town? Was he from here? He stumbled toward the opening of the alley for answers. How did he get here? Did someone put him there? A hand instinctively lifted to shield his eyes from the sun as he entered the street and took a look around. Everything was... Vaguely familiar. Enough for him to settle down somewhat. His eyes widened as they scanned around and came upon a castle, far in the distance, a place he recognized better than all else. He took off running as well as he could in his still recovering state.

He dashed through the thankfully unguarded gate without thought, focus entirely on the doors of the castle until he saw a pair of figures open and leave through them. He moved to head towards them. He ran, closer and closer until the figures had no choice but to notice him and he found himself tackled to the ground by a guard, all of the wind knocked out of him and the throbbing returning to his limbs. The woman in the pair let out a surprised gasp and he felt a twang in his heart as though his aorta were a string. The guard lifted him from the ground with little to no effort, and he began yelling, asking why he had been tackled, why the two were not firing the guard on the spot. Everyone else was silent.

"We are deeply sorry, young man, but he does that to all who try to approach us without reason," the man of the group scoffed. The woman only nodded. Tears welled in his eyes and he was forced silent as he was dragged away. He stared up at the two, both who shared his features, the once regal clothing he wore but had been stripped of some time before he awoke, the same social status and class he wasn't aware had been deprived of him.

"Why don't you recognize me!?"

#quicksilver #yall know grey fox. like that

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bury me so i go to tabitha hell

"Great Leader Maxie?"

Maxie looked up from his book and behind the couch as well as he could- which, wasn't much, honestly, but just by the person's voice he could tell it was Tabitha. "I'm not interrupting you, am I, sir?"

"No. Come in." The Admins only bothered him if in his office if it was an Aqua-Related emergency, and judging by the other's nervous tone, it must be. Surprisingly, Tabitha came and sat beside him, hands fussing with each other in front of him and a worried expression on his face. Maxie raised one of his eyebrows. "... Do you need something, Tabitha."

"Leader, this may not be the best thing to ask you- I understand you're busy." He gestured a little to the book in Maxie's hands. "But, I feel like you could help me with this." Oh. Not an Aqua emergency.

"Very well. What is it?"

Tabitha inhaled deeply before speaking again. "Do you... Do you know how to talk to, women, sir."

"What."

"Girls. Females. How to interact with one with, romantic, intentions." His voice got softer with every word until Maxie could barely hear the last one, but understood him well enough.

"... How old are you, Tabitha?"

"Twenty-seven."

"And you are asking me. How to speak to women."

"I'll be leaving now. Thank you for your time, Leader."

#tabitha #maxie #i write him like he's 12 and lbh he is

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so ive got a Handful of followers here now (more than 5. pls give urselves a round of applause) and like i said i can never think of shit to write so if anybuddy ever wants to ask me to. write smth

I Am Here

#i will write every oras commandershipping fic

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smth abt returning stray stupid animals

Lounging on his leafy bed, Mightyena strewn across him with its head on his chest, and surrounded by the sounds of rainfall, Archie considered this Secret Base his best one yet. Nestled in a bush on Route 119, right beside the river running through the area, and connected to tall grass full of wild Pokémon. Yeah, this could be his new temporary home.

The sound of barking tore him from his thoughts, followed by Mightyena barking back and jumping off him. He grunted at the sudden loss of weight and quickly got up, wiping leaves off himself before moving the branches that covered the entrance to his base. Outside was a Mightyena identical to his own that was jumping and barking, then sniffing at the other and pushing against Archie's legs. He leaned down and ran his hands through its long fur, looking more confused than anything. Judging by the fact it was barely wet and how taken care of it looked, he knew it wasn't wild.

"What port're you from, boy? Huh? Where's your trainer?" He muttered, looking concerned and searching it for anything that might tell him who it belonged to. Obviously someone in the area, maybe nearby since it ran to Archie... But how did it find his base? Or him specifically? When he pulled his hands away, the covering of ash on them told him exactly who it belonged to. "Oooh. That scallywag must've followed me here, huh?" Archie smirked and stood, exiting his base.

"Go on, boyo. Go home." With a yip, the Mightyena took off, followed closely by Archie's own and himself. He swam alongside it as it crossed the stream and, only a short walk later, arrived at a different base. Both Pokémon barked at the entrance until its lone tenant came out.

"Mightyena, I told you-"

"'This yours?" It took all of Archie's will to not let out the laugh that was building inside him, instead flashing Maxie the best grin he could. It was met with a cold, half-lidded stare as the Magma Leader took his Pokémon and basically dragged it inside the cave. Within moments a rock was placed at the entrance, blocking Archie and hs Mightyena from entering.

"... You're welcome!"

#archie #maxie #this sucks a lot i wouldnt suggest it. pls continue w/ ur day #do i tag this hardenshipping? they dont kiss or nothin in it but

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(mystery skulls' Magic playing in the background)

A carpeted cave floor wasn't the best surface for a bottle. The grunts didn't care, though, and still spun it around while they sat a few feet in front of one of the many teleporters in Aqua's base. Ones dressed in red Magma hoodies sat on one half circle, Aqua on the other, all surrounding the glass bottle. Tabitha sat on his respective side and tried to look at displeased and uninterested as possible. Across from him, Shelly had her arms crossed, expression mirroring the other Admin's. But everyone looked up once the last pair of grunts stumbled out of the teleporter, the Aqua grunt giggling to themselves and the Magma one just shaking their head furiously. A murmur went up from the circle before someone set their hand on the bottle and nudged their respective Admin- Tabitha.

"It's your turn, sir!"

"I'm not playing." He scowled at the grunt, practically radiating how uncomfortable he was. He'd only agreed to come because he volunteered to be the "adult" of the group, to watch over the lesser members and make sure they didn't get unruly. Especially in the other team's base, even with the truce between Aqua and Magma.

"Too bad!" A few laughs from the Magma grunts, and the bottle was spun for him, slowly and without much force. It stopped before he could think to reach and do it himself, pointed dead-center at Shelly.

"... I'm not playing!" Another chorus of giggles made Tabitha's face grow red and Shelly, somehow, managed to look even more uninterested. All Magma members surrounding their Admin began to gently push him to a standing position and in all honesty it didn't look like he made any move to stop them, only looking more nervous as Shelly sighed and stood. Tabitha basically shuffled to the teleporter, behind Shelly, and in seconds the both of them were in a warehouse-like section of the Aqua base. They both stood across from each other, on seperate sides of the teleporter, Tabitha's face bright red and him fidgeting with his hands while Shelly played with her hair. Thankfully, she eventually spoke up.

"I understand there's still some bad blood between our teams."

"Oh. Uh, yes, there is. I guess. The grunts seem fine..."

"So, maybe we could take this as a chance to get to know each other." The smile she gave him didn't seem forced in the least but didn't do much to calm his nerves, and he only got worse as she extended her hand to him. Thankful that he had gloves on, he shook it, and when their hands pulled away his was the only one shaking.

#shelly #tabitha #commandershipping #devonshipping #i couldnt think of a way to end this lol #GOT ME FEELIN LIKE IM FALLIN IN LOVE etc #i did eeny meeny miney mo on a AU list thing and this is what i landed on