#I think I’ve seen someone else do that on here

[my-starlights]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇx!ʙꜰ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ…

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ. In which you stumble into your ex, Nanami Kento.

ʟɪᴍʙᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. Angst :: hurt/comfort :: fluff at the end :: sfw

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ. Nanami Kento  :: Gojo Satoru

ʀᴜɪ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. It’s been a while since I wrote something haha… I said I’d do geto but Nanami has my heart so here we are 😭

ᴡᴄ.  1.1k

“Listen, let’s be mature about this, please.”

The light on your phone glares into your glassy eyes.

“I don’t want this either, but you’re not a child anymore.”

Even though you’re looking at couplecore posts on social media, Kento’s voice keeps breaking through.

Stupid lovey-dovey couples on Tik Tok. You angrily swipe at your eyes and press ‘not interested’ at the video.

“If you can’t handle this argument like an adult, perhaps you should take a step back from this relationship.”

Your phone suddenly turns dark - agh, it died - and with a huff you set it down to charge, looking at the ceiling. It’s been three weeks since your messy breakup with Nanami Kento, and social media isn’t helping you forget about you and your boyfriend’s - ex-boyfriend’s - argument;  it started as a small confrontation about him overworking and ended with… with this.

You, leaving your shared home and going to your old Jujutsu Tech dorm.

Kento, still at his office, head in hands and unable to focus.

You know he’d never cheat; but it seemed like he was working to the bone. No more weekend dates or him coming home to you cooking dinner; he was at the office more than he’d see you, and for weeks on end. You’d been crying, begging him for a break from work, and him stoically telling you in an impatient voice that this was just what being an adult was.

The two of you never fought like this before. Ever since the argument, you feel as if a chunk of your being was forced away from you, leaving you empty. Alone. You feel a lump in your throat and swallow, blinking back more tears.

It’s time to move on, you reason with yourself. It was nearing midnight.

You sigh and close your eyes.

—

The next day, you wake up with the same sense of dread you’ve had in the past couple weeks, and just as you exit the old dorms… you see Gojo Satoru. Of course. You hadn’t seen him alone in a while, only with his girlfriend.

He spots you and strolls towards you, running hand through his hair. Was he… relieved?

Something’s awry.

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you,” he says, sighing as he takes in your somber appearance. “Everywhere. You have no idea.”

“Well here I am,” you say tiredly. “Why… why were you looking for me?”

“Nanami has been quite worried about you, you know. He wouldn’t tell me anything other than that. He’s asked me to look for you and taken time off from work, and everything.”

What? Kento off of work? This only happened on birthdays or holidays. And Gojo actually listening to Kento for once too? This has never happened.

“Oh,” you say quietly. “Well, I don’t know why anyone’s looking for me. I’ve been here. Besides, Kento and I, we’ve broken up, so—“

“WHAT??” Gojo screeches, and you jump back, surprised by the noise. “YOU’RE NOT TOGETHER ANYMORE?”

You rub your temples. “Not anymore, I think?  He said I should take a step back from our relationship, and—“

Gojo is about to screech again when Kento walks up, hair ruffled and tie loosened, looking ready to murder Gojo. “Leave,” he barks at Gojo. “You found her, now go bother someone else.”

You jerk away from the two men. What the hell is happening?

Kento moves up to Gojo mutters something into his ear;  the latter turns pink and begins walking away, looking at you apologetically. Kento rubs the bridge of his nose, and turns to you.

“Oh, love,” he says quietly. “I’m so sorry about the past couple weeks. It wasn’t you who was immature, it was me.”

You look at him, defensive, eyes already slightly glassy. “You broke up with me. And now you want me back? That’s not how break ups work.” You pivot on your heel, heart breaking at his surprised face, and start walking briskly away, him quickly catching up.

“Love, I didn’t mean to… we’re not seriously broken up, are we? I never meant to… I was speaking without thinking, please don’t tell me you thought we’re broken up…”

You turn to Kento abruptly, still walking. “What was I supposed to think?” You say, incredulous.

“No, no, no, love, I’m so sorry, please just stop walking—”

“—Kento, I’m not mature enough for you. I don’t take what you take seriously, I’m childish near you, and you made that clear. I understand now—“

You’re interrupted by Kento falling to his knees in front of you. “Love,” he says, collecting your palms in his hands. “Please forgive me. I was the immature one, you’re too good to me, you were looking out for me—“

“Kento please get up—“

“—You need to understand this. You’re the love of my life, how could I ask that you step back? I’m ruined without you—“

“—Kento, please just—“

“—you’re the love of my life, I’m so sorry, I’ll spend every day making it up to you. I’ve started going only part-time at my job. I’m ready to do the best I can for you. You were worried about my well being and I punished you for it. Please just forgive me…”

Tears finally start rushing down your face, but Kento doesn’t let go of your hands. “Oh, Ken…” you sniffle. “You started part-time? For me? Please get up, I…. Let me hug you….”

He rushes up, feeling the blood run to his head, but he doesn’t care; you hug him hard, still crying. He feels a stab in his chest every time he feels a tear sink into his shirt.

You mumble against his broad chest. “I forgive you,” you mumble. “I missed you, Ken. I love you.”

He wraps you in a hug, looking down and cupping your face. His usually steady voice tremors slightly. “Am I still your… are we still together?”

You smile up, eyes watery, at him. “If you’ll have me.”

He hugs you hard. “There is no universe in which I don’t want you. I… let’s not do this here, love. Let’s go home, yeah?”

Your eyebrows crinkle in a way Kento didn’t realize he missed. You look up at him. “Home?”

“You think I just meant to apologize and move on? No, love, I have gifts for you. And a dinner planned. I don’t want to spend any more time at work that I could spend instead with you.”

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, then lean upwards to peck his cheek. “I love you, Ken,” you say, stepping back.

The somberness, the loneliness you felt just this morning, fade away. The part of you that broke after your fight seems to mend itself back into you. Finally, you’re….

Complete again.

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[calirph]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔���𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. all these sentences quotes are regarding mature sentences regarding forbidden encounters, love and feelings as well things to be spoken in the bedroom, include mentions of jealousy as well olf lovers. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit. suggestiveness and level of spicy varies, please beware.

Forbidden Encounters

"Every stolen glance feels like a lifetime of desire condensed into a heartbeat."

"I shouldn’t be here, yet I can’t bear to leave."

"The world fades, and all that remains is the forbidden thrill of your touch."

"Loving you in secret makes every moment feel sacred."

"Our love is a fire we’re not meant to feed, yet it burns brighter each day."

"In the shadows, where no one sees, we exist as we truly are."

"Your lips are a sin I’ll gladly repent for."

"We dance on the edge of what’s forbidden, daring it to break beneath us."

"Every whispered promise carries the weight of what we cannot have."

"The risk makes the taste of you even sweeter."

Love and Feelings

"You’ve become the melody I can’t stop humming."

"When I’m with you, the world feels as though it’s finally in focus."

"Loving you is both my greatest joy and my deepest ache."

"You’re the reason my heart beats faster, even when you’re far away."

"I never knew I could miss someone this much until you."

"Your smile is the thread that stitches together my broken parts."

"You’ve left fingerprints on my soul I’ll never scrub away."

"The space between us is heavy with the words we don’t dare say."

"Your love is both my anchor and my storm."

"In your eyes, I find both sanctuary and chaos."

Bedroom Intimacy

"You are the storm I willingly drown in."

"Every touch of yours is a map leading me to places I never knew existed."

"I want to memorize the way your skin feels beneath my fingertips."

"Your whispers ignite fires I never want to extinguish."

"Each moment with you leaves echoes that linger in my veins."

"Let me trace your every scar and call it beautiful."

"When you’re in my arms, the world feels like it’s finally standing still."

"Your voice alone could unravel me."

"In the dark, with no one watching, I am yours entirely."

"You’ve taught me that desire is both a gift and a surrender."

Jealousy and Past Lovers

"Do they haunt you the way your memory haunts me?"

"I hate that I crave something they once had."

"Do their kisses still linger in your mind when you’re with me?"

"The ghosts of your past linger in the space I want to call mine."

"You say they’re gone, yet I feel their shadow between us."

"I’d rewrite your past if it meant I could have all of you."

"Do you think of me when you hear their name?"

"They may have known your touch, but I will know your soul."

"I don’t need to be your first, but I long to be your only."

"Your past doesn’t scare me, but the idea of sharing your heart does."

Deep Emotional Connection

"You’ve shown me what it means to truly feel alive."

"When I’m with you, time becomes irrelevant."

"Your love is a storm that’s made me stronger."

"I’ve never felt as seen as I do when you look at me."

"You’ve given me courage I didn’t know I possessed."

"Being with you is like breathing for the first time."

"I’d endure every heartache again if it led me back to you."

"Your presence alone silences my chaos."

"You’ve unlocked parts of me I thought were lost forever."

"When you hold me, the world ceases to exist."

Rekindling Old Flames

"I see fragments of who we were, and it makes me yearn for what we could be."

"The fire may have died, but the embers still burn within me."

"Every memory of you feels like both a blessing and a curse."

"Can we begin again, or is the past all we have left?"

"Loving you once was not enough; I want a lifetime of chances."

"The moments we lost now feel like the only ones that mattered."

"Your absence carved a void no one else could fill."

"I never stopped loving you; I just learned to live without you."

"You’ve become the story I can’t stop telling myself."

"Even after all this time, my heart still races at the thought of you."

Unspoken Longings

"I feel your absence more keenly than I feel my own heartbeat."

"You’ll never know how many words I’ve swallowed for your sake."

"I ache to tell you the truth, but fear keeps me silent."

"The weight of unsaid words is heavier than any truth I could confess."

"Loving you in silence feels like slow suffocation."

"If only you could hear the words I scream in my mind."

"Every unsent letter is a testament to my longing for you."

"I’m trapped between wanting to love you and fearing you’ll leave."

"The words I cannot say are etched into my soul."

"In my dreams, I tell you everything I’m too afraid to say aloud."

Yearning and Vulnerability

"You’ve become the ache I can’t soothe."

"I want to be the reason you smile and the one who wipes your tears."

"The closer I get to you, the more I fear I’ll lose myself."

"Your happiness is my greatest wish, even if it costs me my own."

"You’ve seen my brokenness, yet you still choose to stay."

"My love for you feels like both freedom and captivity."

"Every time I push you away, it’s because I fear I’m not enough."

"I want to be your everything, even if I’m only allowed to be your something."

"Your love has unraveled me in ways I never thought possible."

"To love you is to risk everything, and yet I cannot resist."

Sensual Intimacy

"I love the way you make me feel when you're this close."

"You’re so irresistible; I can’t get enough of you."

"Every part of you is absolutely perfect to me."

"The way you touch me drives me wild."

"I’ve been thinking about you all day, and now I can’t hold back anymore."

"You make my heart race every time you look at me like that."

"Your scent is intoxicating; I can’t stop breathing you in."

"I love exploring every inch of your body."

"Tell me what you want—I want to make you feel amazing."

"You’re the only one who knows how to set my soul on fire like this."

"The way your skin feels against mine is heavenly."

"When you’re near me, everything else just fades away."

"You’re so beautiful when you let go like this."

"I love the way your body responds to my touch."

"You’re my favorite kind of distraction."

"There’s no place I’d rather be than here with you right now."

"Your voice is like a melody, and it keeps playing in my mind."

"You taste sweeter than I ever imagined."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like electricity coursing through me."

"Being this close to you feels like a dream I never want to wake up from."

"I want to feel you from the inside."

"Don't stop. Make me whole."

"You can come just like this, I know you do."

"Beg me for it."

"Easy, baby, doesn't that feel good?"

[supernatural-hunter1]

“Hunter On The Crew” Part 1.

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, Family Business! Right?.... WRONG! You some how ended up on the thousand sunny, and meet a stranger pirate wearing a straw hat and joined his crew, But little did they know you are actually a hunter who hunts down the supernatural.

Strawhats will female reader, Fluff story🥰

Might turn this into a series?😅

It was a perfect sunny day no clowds in sight and the ocean water was calm. Luffy Usopp and Chopper We’re sitting on the railing on the side of the ship fishing as always, Zoro was doing his usual training routines in the crow’s nest, Nami is relaxing on a chair sitting under an umbrella to block out the sun while Robin was sitting next to her reading a book, and Brook was playing a calming tune on his violin sitting on the swing under the tree on the deck, and Jinbe is staring the ship. Sanji comes out of the kitchen with a tray and walk over to approach Nami and Robin.

“Here you go ladies.” He said, as he handed them their drink. “Thank you Sanji.” Robin said with light smile, Sanji goes all heart-eyes and goofy smiling. “Anything for you my darlings.” He goshed, before giving them a slight bow and rushing back to the kitchen. just then Nami noticed a slight change in the air? Even Brook senses a similar feeling and immediately stopped playing his music?

Suddenly something falls beside him on the grassy deck, and Brook jumps back with a frightened shriek which now got everyone’s attention, and everyone rushes over to get it out? “What’s going on up here, I heard Brook scream and came up to see what was wrong?” Franky said as he emerged out of his workshop.

“Whoa, what is that?” Luffy asked? Looking down he sees a black rounded duffel bag with silver handles as he picks it up off the ground, “Be careful we don’t what kind of dangerous things might be in that bag?” Usopp says nervously? Robin walks over and takes a closer look and noticed something, “look it even has a strange symbol on it?” She said. Pointing at the symbol of a sun with a star in the center of it, “I’ve never seen anything like that and it fell from the sky?” She added as she looked up?

Just then something else entirely catches their eyes, Usopp pulls out a telescope to see what it is? and to his surprise and horror it was you falling out of the sky he shouts to the others to warn them, "THERE IS SOMEONE FALLING FROM THE SKY!?" He shouted as he pointed to your direction.

Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come as a giant sea king jumped up from the water with its mouth wide open, luckily Sanji used his skywalked ability and caught you before you became a sea king snack. He glanced down at you his eyes widened he saw you're recovered from head to toe with injuries and blood and pieces of your clothing were torn up, he quickly rushed back to the ship.

A few hours go by, and you slowly start to wake up in the infirmary on the ship you groan, a little in pain, ask you slowly set up. "ow, man, what happened?" You muttered. "Oh hey glad you're finally awake." A voice said, do you turn your head to see a guy wearing a straw hat? "How are you feeling? Be careful not to move too much." Another voice said you looked over. And saw a reindeer wearing a blue helmet with an 'x' on the center of it.

"I feel a little bit sore in some places, but I think I'll be all right." You said as he looked down, add your bandages. "Thank you, um..." You for a second. "My name is Chopper I'm the ship's doctor." He introduced himself, " thank you doctor Chopper my name is Y/n." You look over. To the man on the other side of the room, "i'm sorry. I didn't quite get your name either?" You asked?

"The names Luffy the captain of the ship, and I'm going to be the future king of the pirates." He said, you let out a sigh of freelief "nice to meet you Luffy." You smiled, he then start asking you questions and you answered telling him everything that you could remember, at 1 minute, you shy away for a second. And asked him if he was looking for new members to join his crew and offered to join?

Luffy nodded with a big smile on his face after a few minute. He and chopper took you out of the infirmarie and onto the deck where everyone was waiting. "Everyone, great news, we have a new crew member!" He announced. You walk out of the infirmarie with a blanket wrapped around you. Like a cloak protecting you from the cold air. "Everybody meet Y/n." He said, you nervously smiled and waved.

"Hi." You've said nervously, Robin was the first to greet you then Usopp and Nami also introduced themselves after, Robin then handed you your bag. You thanked her happily. And she pointed you to the restroom to change out if you're torn clothes, you left for a while and changed into new clothes then once you were done you made your way to the kitchen.

You slowly opened the door and poked your head through the door, Sanji was the first to notice "Well would you look who it is, come in and get something to eat." He said, as he hand out a plate of food, you walk in closing the door behind you before walking over to him.

"It smells really good, then again? I haven't eaten anything in 3 days, so anything would be pretty good right about now, thanks." You said, as you gently take the plate.

After getting your meal and sitting down in a chair between jinbai and Robin then you all started talked and laughing, "Hey Y/n speaking of which there's something I've been meaning to ask you?" Robin asked, "sure thing what is it?" You said, "there was a strange symbol on your duffel bag, that I have never seen before mind I ask what that means?" She asked, and you nodded.

"It's called an anti possession mark, it's what the hunters wear to protect ourselves from being possessed, See." You answered,

You pull-down the front of your shirt showing them a tattoo on the side of your chest, it's a sun with a star on the center of it, Luffy's eyes sparkled with awe "THAT IS SO COOL!" He said excitedly, Usopp scratches the back of his head in confusion."What did you mean by 'hunters' and 'protecting yourselves' from what exactly?" He asked? "Do you know much about werewolfs and vampires?" You said, and he and everyone else in the room nodded, "well, where I'm from, we are known for hunting down creatures of the supernatural, like werewolves and ghouls, and all that at." you added.

You explained to luffy and his crew more about it, you even told them a little bit about your childhood and growing up learning about creatures of the supernatural and learned about their weaknesses and strength. Sometime after dinner, you offered to help Sanji out with washing the dishes but also for the chance to get to know your new crewmate more too.

"Here, let me help you out with those?" You said, walking to the sink to clean your dish. Sanji swore that he could feel his heart skip a beat when you offered so sweetly, he shook his head and gave you a light smile. "No, it's alright y/n i can handle it from here, I appreciate the offer those but maybe next time." He said, he gently takes your dish and placed it in the sink. You nodded at his word Nami walked over and she dragged you out of the kitchen to show you around the ship.

Later in the night, you decided you wanted to sleep on the floor in a small corner of the girls' room with the pillow and a blanket, as everyone was asleep you lied there, awake looking up at the ceiling, thinking to yourself maybe things wouldn't be so bad here after all? Before closing your eyes and start to drift off to sleep.

( I hope you guys like the story i think I might turn this into a series? I know my writing is not as good but I am trying my best😅)

[obsidianpen]

if tomione was as popular of a ship as dramione i genuinely believe b&g would be up there with manacled in terms of popularity. nothing really compares to it, it’s so fucking good man

aw thanks anon! I don’t know if it would though, I may be wrong but I feel like manacled had a few things going for it that made it so popular that B&G does not - no reference to hand maids tale, which is also insanely popular and beloved right now; it’s not very angsty (I think this is popular?); it’s a time-travel, which I think turns a lot of people away from the get go… But that’s okay! it is what it is.

also, and I’m so sorry to use your post to rant, but it’s my tumblr, it’s my swamp, I live here - I just have to say that I am at the point where I find some key words borderline triggering when it comes to fandom, the comparisons to manacled being one of them. You did NOT do so incorrectly btw, you did it the only way that makes sense to me. What I mean is when people say ‘it’s the manacled of tomione!’ when talking about a fic, when there is NO reason to compare it to that, and it is in NO way even close to it, in any conceivable level. B&G could maybe be compared only the way you did it, and that’s still a stretch. If a fic is super angsty/dark/rapey/thematically similar in another way, or is literally also a hand maids tale AU, then I could maybe see it then, too. But that phrase gets thrown around a lot, same with words like ‘god tier’ and ‘it has me in a chokehold’ and they just. Kind of make me want scoop my eyes out anymore lol. I’d say no offense to people who use these phrases all the time but. A little offense might be meant. Try some new ways to describe how you feel about a story. God tier to you is most assuredly NOT god tier to someone else. Oh and ‘the Bible of XYZ’ is one I’ve seen a few times too and that is just… awful. Gross. Like what an insult honestly have you read the Bible it is NOT a fun read 0 structure 0 character development for anyone spice is a negative chili not hot at all the pages are made of tissue paper always and the dragons don’t even let anyone ride them (also it’s one of the only books that can fairly be called god tier so readjust your perception of that word please)

[yeonmuse]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Curtain Call ·˚ ༘

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

authors notes This is a follow up to Heeseungs side story in Can You Hear My Heart. It takes place directly after the final chapter of Jungwons Mini Series. This is not a Hee X Reader series, but if youd like to replace the characters name with your own feel free to. This is part of admins University series

IN WHICH 𖤓 Heeseung has a thing for the theaters golden girl, he’s been crushing on her for months. He’s got it so bad for her that he somehow lets Jake talk him into attending auditions just to get closer to her.

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Quiet on set

The hell-like weekend had finally ended and it was now time to get back to classes and rehearsals. The fact that so much had happened in the timespan of just two days still completely shocked sakoia, obviously life was unpredictable and moved fast but she had never expected her weekend to turn out as it had. In two days alone she had met a new friend and lost her due to her being a complete snake.

Aside from the agonizing events of the weekend Sakoia did find herself smiling at the thought of Heeseung going out of his way just to make sure she knew he wasn’t an asshole. Though as quick as the smoke spread across her face it went away, she wouldn’t allow herself to sit and swoon over someone so easily. Though he made it hard, the last 2 months since Jungwons party, any time she’d seen him around or conversed with him he always had this way of making her laugh or smile. The confidence and charm he held could obviously draw a woman in, but it made her feel so easy how simple it was for him to worm his way into her thoughts.

She had been completely lost in her thoughts of the events from last night. She hadn’t realized Heeseung creeping up at her side as she walked.

“Lost in your pretty thoughts so early in the morning?” His voice snapped her back to her senses , warning a smile from Heeseung when she actually made eye contact with him.

“Mm thinking about everything that happened over the weekend, it was a complete shitshow.” Heeseung chuckles seemingly unbothered by the mention of the events, as long as she had forgiven him he truly didn’t care about anything else that had happened over the weekend.

“Mm yeah, ill have to find some sort of way to make it up to Nezz, since it was partially my fault her night was kind of spoiled.”

“Mm don’t worry too much about it, she knows it wasn’t your fault, her and Yuan were completely understating everything once I told them why you blew up like that, we all thought..”

“You thought?”

“We thought that maybe she was just a fling to you, earlier that night Nezza had said that you were the type to mess around, that you don’t usually date.” The tension in the air grew thick as the words left her mouth, she usually wasn’t the type to pre judge but the events of that night had her convinced that it was true up until he explained it all to her. As much as she hated it though, there was part of her that was still holding onto those words, wondering if they were true.

“She was right.” Sakoia felt her stomach twist in knotts at his response.

“She was right about back then yeah, way before, before a few months ago I couldn’t bother dating anyone, didn’t trust anyone enough to date them so yeah there were a few i did have flings with but, wasn’t exactly for me.”

“Is it because of her, Rena?”

“She’s part of the reason yeah, after that it was always hard for me to trust anyone so I steered away from the relationships and titles, though now I’ve had my eye on someone for a while now, been trying to get close to her, she’s the only one I’m really interested in dating.” There was a subtle silence between the two, she seemed lost in thought but all he could do was stare at her as they walked, all he could do was admire how beautiful she looked when she was lost in her own head.

The two of them eventually arrived at the auditorium, sheltered from the cold outside, and engulfed into the warmth of the building. This was their first official practice since the roles had been announced, and thankfully Heeseung wasn’t as nervous as before. Having spent more time with her he was now a lot more confident and comfortable in the role when it came to scenes with her.

Sakoia found heels watching him as he took off his jacket and threw it onto a seat in the front row. She found heels a little distracted after hearing his words earlier, so he was interested in someone. She was forced to come to her senses as the rest of the cast started sauntering into the auditorium, and the two were no longer alone.

For the first time since she started acting she found herself somewhat distracted when she’d look at him. Whether it was her trying to figure out who he had his eyes on, or her trying to distract herself from the fact that she did in fact find him attractive.

Meanwhile all Heeseung could think about was her, how pretty she looked, how angelic her voice sounded as she delivered her lines. The way her nose scrunched up whenever she was deep into her thoughts in between scenes. She was all that he saw.

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

hii ! i’m currently OBSESSED with gravity falls rn so i wanted to request a dipper x reader due to the lack of dipper content ☹️

how do you think dipper would react to his s/o or crush turning out to be a shapeshifter of sorts, like being able to turn into animals and possibly other people?

and maybe how would he react to stan trying to exploit the reader due to their abilities?

A/N: I have been away from my blog for far too long, I completely missed this request but I AM HERE NOW :)))) so here I am writing this! I do feel like we need more Dipper content, IM STARVEDDDDDD. I went with the shapeshifting into other people approach, just because in a way it was easier for me to write!

Warnings: None?

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Shifter

Dipper Pines had always considered himself an expert at picking up on oddities in Gravity Falls, whether they were strange supernatural occurrences or just his sister’s bizarre antics. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment you revealed your secret.

“So, you can… become other people?” Dipper asked, his voice quiet with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. His mind raced, trying to fit this new piece of information into the strange puzzle that was your life. He’d noticed the little inconsistencies, the times when you seemed to know things you shouldn’t or when you acted a little too familiar with people you’d never met before. But this—this was something else.

You nodded slowly, standing before him in a version of yourself that wasn’t quite you. The face was similar, but not quite the same. You had shapeshifted into a stranger’s appearance, someone who didn’t even exist in his world.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you, Dipper,” you said, your voice soft and tinged with concern. “I didn’t know how to tell you. How would you even react to something like this?”

Dipper stood frozen for a moment, not sure what to say. His brain was still reeling from the sudden revelation. “I—” he started, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to think. I mean, this is… a lot. You can—change into anyone?” His voice cracked, caught somewhere between awe and confusion.

“Yes,” you responded, stepping closer, your eyes searching his face for any sign of judgment. “I don’t do it lightly. It’s not something I just flaunt around, Dipper. It’s not like I can just change into someone else for fun.” You hesitated for a moment. “I only do it when it’s necessary or when… when I think it’s for the best.”

Dipper’s mind began to slow down, taking in your words. “So, you’ve been… pretending to be other people?” he asked cautiously, trying to make sense of the situation. His mind flitted to all the strange moments when you’d appeared out of nowhere, with information no one else knew or with a familiarity to people you hadn’t mentioned meeting before.

“I’ve only taken their form for a short time,” you explained quickly, as if reading his thoughts. “I’ve never done anything harmful. I just… sometimes I need to blend in or keep myself hidden. It’s complicated.”

Dipper frowned, but his expression softened as he took a step forward, his eyes meeting yours. “I get it,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not still surprised. You know this changes everything, right?”

“I didn’t want to change things,” you murmured, eyes averted. “I just wanted you to trust me. But now I’m scared you won’t.”

Before he could answer, a loud, booming voice interrupted the moment.

“Well, well, well,” Stan’s voice echoed from the doorway, his familiar smirk already in place. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a real-life shapeshifter.” He stepped forward, eyes gleaming with the same opportunistic shine Dipper had seen a thousand times. “Imagine the profit! You could help us rake in the cash, kid. Be anyone, do anything, and boom, the Mystery Shack could be the top tourist destination. Maybe even a TV deal! I’m already thinking up slogans.”

“Grunkle Stan, no,” Dipper snapped, stepping protectively in front of you. “You’re not going to use them like that.” His voice was sharp, the usual sarcasm gone as he glared at his great-uncle.

Stan rolled his eyes. “What? It’s just business, Dipper. You know how this place runs. We’re talking big money here.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Stan’s gaze, and Dipper noticed how your shoulders hunched, a clear sign that you didn’t want to be the center of any kind of exploitation. “I’m not an act for your business, Stan,” you said firmly, voice tinged with frustration. “This isn’t some joke to me.”

Dipper shot his great-uncle a stern look. “You heard them, Grunkle Stan. This isn’t some sideshow for you to profit off of.”

Stan raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But I’ll be keeping my eye on that potential.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, muttering about how “you can’t make money without taking risks.”

Dipper sighed in relief as Stan disappeared into the back of the Shack, but the moment was short-lived as he turned back to you. His heart was racing now, but it wasn’t from the confrontation. It was from the strange realization that you—someone who had always been so close to him—had been hiding this secret for so long.

“You didn’t have to tell him that,” Dipper said softly, his voice quieter now, but still full of care. “But I’m glad you did. I’m not mad at you for keeping it from me. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”

You nodded, looking down at the ground for a moment, before meeting his eyes again. “I don’t want things to be weird between us, Dipper. I don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“I won’t,” Dipper said quickly, his words rushing out. “I just—look, I can’t pretend I understand everything about this, but I want to. I care about you. I trust you, and I’m not going to let Stan treat you like that, okay?”

You smiled, a small, relieved expression, but there was still a hint of unease in your eyes. “Thanks, Dipper. I really do appreciate it. It means a lot to me.”

For a moment, the world felt simpler, as if this was just another strange mystery to solve, and as long as you and Dipper were in it together, maybe it would be okay after all.

But just then, another voice interrupted your quiet moment. It was a familiar one, but this time, the tone was different.

“Hey, Dipper,” Mabel called from the doorway. “Grunkle Stan wants to know if you’re gonna be on the team for the super secret new mystery he’s got lined up.” She winked as she noticed your hesitant look. “You know, because the whole shapeshifting thing could be super useful for that. You in?”

Dipper hesitated, glancing at you. He could tell this wasn’t going to be as simple as another weird mystery. Not anymore. But with you by his side, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yeah,” Dipper said slowly, his voice more confident now. “I’m in.”

And for the first time in a long while, Dipper realized that maybe this was the beginning of something bigger—something that, with you by his side, he could actually understand.

[omegastation]

I made a post this morning and I deleted it because I feared I wasn’t as eloquent or as kind as I could be. Let me try this again. I do want to be kind, and explain myself well. And it’s not about creating drama, it’s about something I truly care about, and that is worth the post here. (tw grief, fandom talk)

Since I’ve came back, I’ve seen a lot of posts about grief, especially about Shepard’s death, and a lot of comparing squadmates, how they grieve, with the ultimate (weird to me) goal of proving “who grieved the most”. I worry about the way it might impact some of us in fandom who have grieved/are grieving. Because it is very harsh to present one way of grieving as the right way or the most showing of love.

The best way to explain it is by giving an example. In my line of work, I encounter many people who are grieving, and mostly following very difficult circumstances.  One woman I know went back to work the following year after losing her loved one. She was in extreme pain, but she reacted as if nothing had happened. People knew of course, but she kept going on and on, and she had a major job at a major corporation. A leader, one that you see speaking at conferences. She did all that for a year. You couldn’t tell she was grieving by looking at her. Another woman lost her loved one, and had difficulty walking the following months after the death. Her pain was visible, the other wasn’t... But I would never think about comparing their pain, or suggesting one was grieving the most or loved the most. Because grief is like that. It can be silent, or not. People have different ways to cope, to move on or not. And it’s a process, not always linear. 

I saw my friend who grieved on the tramway home and she was smiling for the most part, but at one point she had tears in her eyes.  I don’t need to see the tears to understand that she’s going through something. She can also smile as much as she wants. It doesn’t mean she loved less, cared less or is grieving less than someone else. And so, the way some people are pinpointing one way to grieve as the most showing of love or the realest one is not only inaccurate to me, but also not really considerate of the different ways people might be grieving. Here in this fandom, we also don’t know who is grieving, and how they are coping. And I think many of us see fandom as a fun place, and to keep it as a fun place, we should just respect the different ways we love, care, grieve, etc.  And really, the underlying thing behind all this grief talk is about the one favorite character, ship, li… The one who grieved the most, basically, as the most natural choice, the best, the “canon” one. But not everyone has that one preference (which it is, it’s a preference, not a default pick), and honestly, it’s okay.  We have to accept that people think differently than us in our fandom, because that’s how we let people carve out a place for themselves. It’s not “one way” and that’s it.  And it shouldn’t be like that, because if everyone in fandom thought the same way, it would be boring, and it would be very restricted in a way. 

I hope nothing I said here can be seen as hurtful. Making people feel welcome is important to me here. It’s how I get to talk to so many of you, and have fun, and deal with my own grief.

[feralgodmothers]

I want to make a post focusing on my man Thomas Hutter, because even as someone who enjoys Ellen and Orlok’s dynamic (and I do, I REALLY do. Give me that pervy-girl gothic romantic deliciousness)

I feel like a lot of the takeaway I’ve seen from people on Thomas’ character doesn’t quite do him justice, and I wanted to share my views and try to rectify that a little bit.

The main criticism I’ve seen against him was when Thomas told Ellen “Don’t speak of this”, after she revealed her concerns and troubling nightmares to him. People try to say that he didn’t want to listen to her, and that he was shutting her down. A key nuance here though, is that Thomas didn’t just say “Don’t speak of this”, he said “Don’t speak of this in public”, i.e. - ‘Speak of this only in private’, i.e.- ‘Speak of this only to me, because I will try to understand you, even if no one else will’.

Because back in those days, no one else would. If Ellen spoke of her true feelings and of the experiences she was going through, people in society would want to have her committed. They might even insist quite strongly (i.e. - forcibly have her checked into a madhouse), because they would have shouted to the rooftops that she was a danger to herself and to everyone else. For Thomas to say “Don’t speak of this in public”, that was actually a protection for her. Because the less-than-stellar “medical” treatment she was receiving in Friedrich’s home? That was NOTHING compared to the treatment she would have gotten in a mental institution back then. You have to understand that with as much criticism as Friedrich gets (as is fitting), it can’t be underestimated just how much he was the NORM of that time period. In fact - your average Victorian person might have viewed him as “too generous” in his “tolerance” of Ellen, because they probably would have thrown her out sooner if they had been in his shoes.

The Victorians may not have been good at quarantining themselves when it came to physical diseases, but boy oh boy - were they good at it when it came to what they considered social diseases.

I think a lot of people either forget, or are just simply unaware of how much the landscape surrounding mental health has changed in recent history. Even within my own lifetime, things have taken a major shift in that area. So for me, to see Thomas get snubbed by a certain cluster of the audience just because he doesn’t react exactly the same way we would today, I think is a bit unfair. Because to be perfectly honest - I think he was ahead of his time when it comes to his compassion for Ellen. I think most men in his position back then actually would have shut her down if she tried to speak about the things she did, not even allowing her to finish expressing herself. And I think that most men, even after enduring the same horrors she did - would still view her with a critical eye, similar to the way of her father. Expectations for women were extremely narrow, uptight, and rigid - with little to no pause for understanding anything even remotely out of the ordinary. So for Thomas to be willing to hear Ellen out (in private), not turn her away in disgust and fear when he finds out what she’s been entangled with, the fact that he can still look her in the eye and stand his ground, determined with his whole body and soul to love and support her even as he’s faced with the shocking provocations she spits at him while under demon influence? I think he’s nothing short of amazing.

But anyway, going back to the beginning of the film - another criticism that Thomas gets is usually just part two of the criticism of him ‘shutting Ellen down’, namely - going off to do business against her wishes. But here’s the thing about the Victorian period: Wealth, status, and reputation were EVERYTHING. And that may sound extremely shallow to us now, but the consequences of not seeking and trying to hold onto these things during that time period were anything but. Thomas, by trying to protect Ellen’s image regarding her mental state, was protecting her reputation. Because just like in any time period, community was very important, but in that time - it was also crucial to your survival. If people got the faintest whiff of a bad reputation, you could potentially become outcast and completely ruined in the blink of an eye. If you were seen as crazy, or were simply married to someone who was seen as crazy - people would turn their back on you, no one would want to do business with you, and it wouldn’t be long before you end up scraping for your basic needs like a rat in a sewer. Which, of course, is why Thomas was so keen on having a good job that paid well. Trying to escape and/or avoid poverty back then really meant something. It wasn’t as simple as ‘Oh, being poor sucks’ - but the living conditions for those in poverty during this time were truly bleak, and it formed its own circle of hell. So personally, I feel that the twofold criticism Thomas has been getting from the audience are actually both things he was doing because of his genuine desire to look after Ellen.

Nowadays, wanting a good job that pays really well and buys you ‘the finer things’ is seen as something superficial, but in the Victorian era - it went so much deeper than that. The lines between social ranks were very distinct and harsh. If you failed to achieve a certain amount of wealth and hold on to your reputation, it was all too easy to lose your status and fall straight to the bottom of the totem pole, where your options for work and “livelihood” were very limited and dangerous. Because just as mental health awareness wasn’t really a thing back then, neither were proper safety standards for the lower working class. Thomas’ drive to make money for himself and for his family had nothing to do with his ego - it had everything to do with just providing Ellen a decent life. And when I say “decent”, I don’t mean “cushy” - I mean simply “tolerable and pleasant”. It was difficult to climb up the social ladder, but just one wrong move and it was very easy to find yourself plummeting to the bottom.

In conclusion, I think Thomas was an excellent husband, and I think he deserves a lot more credit.

[quibbs126]

I’m kind of interested in the setup of TFP post-war Cybertron

Because up until the finale, it was a dead world, and the only people there now were the people who were there when it got restored in the first place. There’s no one there, everyone has to come back

So like, anyone, Autobot or Decepticon, could come back to help and rebuild Cybertron, and by proxy, have a second chance. The only ones standing in their way would be the TFP cast, and they let Knockout join them. So like unless you’re causing real trouble, you probably won’t get discriminated against for your faction

But also everyone coming there would learn that the war is pretty much over, since Optimus is dead and Megatron renounced the cause (though he could probably also be declared dead as well, since he doesn’t really seem like he wants people looking for him). So again, having to make peace with the other factions

I think the setup could make some interesting post-war stories, rebuilding Cybertron and trying to reunify the race, without Optimus or Megatron around

I know IDW had stories post-war, but I think there the Senate was still around in some way and Cybertron still populated and with certain biases. With the Prime setup, pretty much everything’s a clean slate, with no government or war faction leaders (though there’s still some commanders and such), just the ruins of Cybertron and whoever comes back to rebuild

[faynthearted]

found someone talking about my fic(s) in the wild on twt earlier today and oh my god it still makes me wanna cry, they were so so so nice

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[bibleofficial]

ok so man that i hooked up w like 2 weeks ago that i wanted to see for like dates: cancelled. i’m bored of him 😭😭😭

[ilovedthestars]

honestly the biggest Competing Access Needs issue that I personally have run into in online spaces is this:

people need, deserve, and should have space to complain and critique. that includes critiquing things that I (and they!) care about and find valuable, in order to make them better. those conversations are often necessary and healthy, and they should be allowed to happen.

however, I find those kinds of conversations incredibly stressful, often outright upsetting. especially when it involves people I like/respect arguing with or criticizing other people I like/respect. my instinct is to try to mediate and smooth things over and acknowledge the points of both sides, but often that’s either not my place to do or would be actively unhelpful. so I just end up torn in the middle of what feels to me like a barrage of negativity, filled with the unhelpful desire to be like “can’t we just all get along????”

the only and best solution to this is for me to just remove myself from conversations like these, and I’ve gotten better at that, but. It’s still difficult for me to deal with, even though I know that despite my hangups, it’s sometimes better for those conversations to happen than not.

[trueloveandy]

feeling inadequate about my writing tonight

[seventh-district]

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