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I’m going to be insufferable after this, people who follow me just plan accordingly 😂

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nobody @ me im beach chillin’ 🏝️

[day 4 - beach day]

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happy birthday to my princess pookie bear 💕

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happiest of birthdays to my breadman 🥖 💛

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hello angels

Sorry I kind of went MIA after finishing the Bereavement series. It was a big accomplishment point and all of your wonderful feedback and interactions have been so flattering and so kind. I don't for a second want it to seem like I haven't appreciated that.

I have had like four crazy weeks in a row. Good and bad reasons, new friends, family emergencies, financial stress, job stuff, my sister came into town, etc. and on top of that, as i have said before, I am American. and our country has decided to basically do everything it can to make the lives of every citizen worse than ever imaginable. Every day when I wake up I am more and more devastated and horrified by the acts of our current administration, and the world wide blindness to the horrors committed by Israel, those occurring in the Congo, Sudan, Tigray, and just so fucking many more.

For a while, being on here was so comforting and has been such a wonderful escape, but recently I have felt so powerless and so without energy.

That being said, I continue to protest, I continue to work with my community where I live, I continue to pray and vocalize for the people of Palestine, to be kind where I work and be unkind to those who are supposed to work for us and insist on stripping every american of every right we hold dear.

This is getting rant-y I recognize, and I apologize for how rambling and uncohesive this must all sound. And I'm not going to pretend that my fan fiction blog being interrupted by The Horrors really matters all that much, but I have felt guilty for not being present here. This space means a lot to me. You all mean a lot to me. The chance to be creative without permission of expectation and be present in a group of people who are likeminded little freaks like me, feels necessary.

I love this space, I love all of you, I love writing, I love being a pervert freak with all of you, I think of you each time you interact, I explore your blogs and look at what you like, I cherish every message and every comment. Each of you, the usernames i recognize and those that appear for the first time, genuinely mean so much to me. You all choosing to be here and read my stuff touches me so deeply.

Thank you for your patience, thank you for your time, thank you for every letter of every word you chose to read. I am so glad to be here.

Thank you for being here with me. --yours always, Doodle.

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Hi! Saw your post about... well, me, and wanted to pipe up (though you'll have to take my word for it, I guess). I'm the same anon who reached out about the art a while ago at this point, oops... I ended up being unsatisfied with how that drawing was turning out but trust I'm still trying my best to draw something that I'd be proud of for *at least* one of your Kishibe fics because I love them all so so much. And I must say your most recent one gave me quite a few ideas. Now it's just a matter of motivation and getting over my insecurity with my own skill, which hopefully shouldn't take too long, but we'll see. Thank you for everything! :)

my friend i am so sorry for the late reply, life has been so wild lately. I am off and on line a lot of the time, and trying to work through some new stuff with verrrrrrry minimal progress.

BUT! i am here now, and i want to say more than anything: do not rush yourself. Not for me, Not for yourself. I am so flattered that any artist would want to use my silly writings as inspirations, and that alone has made me so overjoyed. Thank you so much for your interest, and for your efforts.

Whenever, if ever, however you want to share anything with me, I will be so excited to see it.

Thank you for still being here. I appreciate you so much.

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...Your Kishibe fics singlehandedly brought back my chainsaw man brainrot so bad that in the month or so since I've found your work, I've made three (going on four) original characters for the series because I simply had to have a more concrete self-insert, and of course she had to have her own lore. So, thank you for being a source of creative energy for me to feed off of when I was at my most burnt out and demotivated. I cannot wait to continue going through your backlog of other fics (which have been just as incredible so far) and whatever else you decide to write next. But above all, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Thank you for everything <3

babe this is so generous and sweet of you to share. I'm personally in a bit of a creative rut at the moment, lots of works in progress but not a lot of output and this message is genuinely making me feel a lot more energized to finish some of the stuff i have been working on. So thank you so much for that <3.

To think that my work helped you find more inspiration, and now you are helping me. It's the best part of being in a community like this. Thank you for connecting with me on this, I really needed it and im very grateful to you Anon <3.

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choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!

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nanago cause i miss them bad

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and just in case i didn’t say it loud enough FUUUUCK ISRAEL.

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sukuna like HOLY MOLY i need him

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then i did hiromi higuruma and got shadowbanned on tiktok for it!

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I was reminded of this Renaissance masterpiece and just had to redraw it

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Some gonana <3

Also my commissions are open <3

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Nanami is a meal worth ruining your lunch break for...but maybe your big mouth will get you in trouble. (900 words i wrote basically asleep the other night because I couldn't get the idea of 'you read minds'//'you said that out loud' out of my head.)

You sat in the lounge of jujutsu tech. The students were out for lunch, few of them as there were, the halls were mostly quiet without chatter or sneaker squeaks. Teachers and sorcerers milled in and out, sitting for lunch, filling coffee or tea, stepping out for a smoke break. 

You sat with your diligently packed lunch in front of you. Not touching a morsel. The meal standing at the coffee machine was filling enough. More than enough. Tall, broad, sexy and silent. Just how you liked your men. Nanami was the perfect office crush, he never cared to notice your (or anyone else’s) gawking at him, never was involved in office drama, and was just so effortlessly, completely sexy

You watched his hands as he cleaned his coffee mug in the sink with those veiny, thick fingered, big hands. Hands that could hold you in place and man handle you wherever he wanted. Hands that could leave bruises and massage them away. Long, thick fingers you couldn’t help but drool at. Imagining them in your mouth, imagining feeling each one of his knuckles, the swirls of his fingertips against your tongue. No lunch you could have made would make your mouth wetter. 

Nanami floated to the coffee pot, steps silent and sturdy. He rest one of his beefy hands on the edge counter, giving you a show of how beautifully the veins of his hand moved under the skin. Hips leaned forward, his stance effortlessly postured while being relaxed. How did he manage? How strong must his legs be to hold up…everything in between. At least everything that existed in your imagination. 

He filled the cup and something about his focused gaze down at the coffee made you twitch. How closely he studied, how exactly measured his pour was. His precision. Inhuman, curse-gifted precision that always made you wonder just how effective those weak points he could craft were. 

How easy would it be for him to take you apart? Would he even break a sweat? Would it even register to him as extraneous effort? Or was it just in his nature to use his technique to create the perfect orgasm? God you wanted to know. You wanted him. So badly. 

He stirred his cup. You stirred in your seat, panties growing wet and clingy. You needed him so bad. His shapely, rosy lips. His hard, sexy body. His mind. His skill. His passion. Would he be passionate or just as blasé as he was here at work? You imagined him passionate, overwhelmingly so. Smotheringly hot. Hot, wet lips in yours. Nasty, humid breaths between fevered, desperate kisses. 

But even him detached made you want to beg him for it right here on the table. Maybe without even kissing you. Just using you for his own pleasure. However he wanted to. In any position. Maybe you should stretch more, take up yoga or pilates so he can stretch you out even more. Maybe you could ask him to stretch you out after work today?

You weren’t sure how much more your flimsy panties could take. You felt dizzy, hot. 

God you need to fuck him. 

“You wanna fuck Nanami?” You hadn’t even realized Gojo sat down across the table from you. 

He looked up at you from his phone, long legs rested on the chair next to you. A sick, enthused smile on his face. His all-too loud voice still hung in the air and although you couldn't see his eyes, you could feel the blue flame of excitement that flickered behind his blindfold. 

“What the fuck?” You coughed, glanced at Nanami who sipped his coffee without pause, focused on the newspaper in front of him--you were grateful for how well versed at tuning out Gojo he was, “Six Eyes lets you read minds now?” 

Gojo laughed, jaw slack, “you said that out loud.” 

Your cheeks burned so hot you thought your brain would melt out your ears. Your throat closed up completely. Gojo laughed again, seemingly satisfied with his time in the break room and got up to head out the lounge door. His voice and laughter trailed down the hallway. 

You couldn’t move from your seat. But fuck, you needed to get out of here. You couldn’t bear to look at Nanami, to see if he had looked up from his paper. You had to get out before he said anything. Quit your job. Leave town. Find a job somewhere else. Never show your face around here again. 

Remembering how to use your hands you quickly gathered your lunch together, moving it towards your bag, not daring to even peek upwards. 

A large, watch clad hand clapped over your Tupperware, keeping it in place. A hand you knew well, really well, one you had just studied. You could barely breathe. You craned your neck up the length of his arm to meet Nanami’s face. Hazel eyes, laser locked on to yours.  

“If that’s what you want.” His voice was as cool and measured as ever, “then you should eat. I wouldn’t want you to run out of energy.” 

Your lips parted, your voice crackled unevenly. No words came out, but you nodded dumbly. 

“I’ll take you to dinner after work.”  

Nanami released your boxed lunch and breezed out of the room. You slunk back on your chair, trying to make sense of the last ten minutes of your life and how you might have just gotten everything you wanted.

Sexy little romp, thanks for all the Bereavement love! this was something I wrote in the interim while publishing, and also while I was half asleep.

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