OOC: hey guys I’m not doing so great rn so I won’t be online for the rest of tonight and maybe tomorrow
love yall stay safe
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Tbh I get why may was always stressed over college/her future because if I was growing up in the grant-Nash household id be stressed too. What do you Mean you have four parents and they’re all wildly successful in their equally interesting careers???
Mom- police sergeant. Dad- architect. Step dad #1- fire captain. Step dad #2- surgeon
Like damn there’s not a single boring office job in the bunch what the hell are you supposed to do with that?
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Can you imagine marchil as "The Kiss" by Klimt? But with some differences: Marcille is gently kissing and Chilchuck is all like "Ugh, if you want..." (secretly loves it. Also blushing). Golden couple of (ex-)Golden Kingdom, ha!
Yes… YES…
Honestly I feel like I’d thought of doing it some time ago but I never started so ty for giving me the push I needed. The Kiss is such a redraw staple for any ship ever. A gold motif with marchil bc of her blonde hair and the importance of money for Chil is like RIGHT THEREE, the golden kingdom fr fr… They have sm material to play with
It’s gonna take me a while, I’ll post it over at @fuumiku when they’re done as always. Have some extra kiss-themed wips that have been in my files for so long. Marchil be upon ye
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Okay a small change on my update!!
I kinda got a little panicked by all this drama goin down and didn’t take a lotta time to consider I’ve got a few online buddies who are turning 18 so,,,,,,,
I think I’m gonna change my boundaries around a little bit!! :]
I’m gonna say for now…. Under 13s DO NOT interact, and those over 25 DO NOT INTERACT.
Please, it’s for my safety as well as yours. Thank you.
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i am at the airport 4 hours early which means i will get a good grade in airport, right ?
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Dabi / Todoroki Touya & @medusashima
How you meet.
You look completely fuckable in your outfit, and he’s not the only one that’s noticed it. There’s guys that stop mid-conversation to follow your movements as you walk by, childish wolf whistles like you’ll come on command (and maybe you will, but not like this Dabi thinks) or the ones that make an absolute fool of themselves by trying to talk to you. Those ones piss him off even more, because they think they actually have a chance with you. Dabi is far more subtle, and even with absolutely no game he’s still better than all these fuckers.
What’s worse is they always try and do it during a set, trying to shout in your ear over the loud riffs of music that blast through the speakers. Not that you’d want to talk to them anyway, but they could at least have some fucking etiquette right?
Dabi wasn’t jealous, he never got jealous— or at least that’s what he was telling himself as he decided to cut in. Crushing his plastic cup beneath a steel-toed combat boot as he made his way over to you. He was just doing his community service for the day, being a real philantophist— he was a fucking saint.
You stumble in shock as a guy twice your size barges past you with no regard, knocking your— very expensive— drink to the ground with no care. You’re already prepared to cuss the asshole out for having absolutely no manners a tatted hand reached out to grab his forearm.
“Better watch where you’re going, asshole.” Dabi speaks smoothly, his voice carries even over the loud music as the guy, who was preparing to fight, takes one look at him before backing down.
“What were you drinking, sweetheart?” Dabi motions to the plastic cup that now lay empty and lifeless between you as you tell him your drink of choice, “And I’ll take a beer since you made me miss the last fuckin’ song.”
You can’t hide that you’re grateful, even if you could’ve dealt with that guy yourself this was certainly much quicker. The drunk loser didn’t seem to know how to take no for an answer, even though your pretty much told him to fuck off it seemed far more affective coming from the broody male standing beside you now.
But what you don’t expect, is for the large, hulking brute of a man to actually come back with two drinks in his hands. Handing them off to the tatted guy before practically scampering away.
The guy hands you the drink with a smirk as he continues to stand beside you while the band plays, at least having the common courtesy not to interrupt their set.
And that’s how you find yourself waking up in your hotel room with a complete stranger and your fishnets ripped. And it works out for Dabi too because he scored a pretty girl, and he definitely didn’t book a hotel room.😭
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Cute little snippet from the neighbor!john fic thats been done a billion times and way better than im abt to write it, but i cant help myself. Hoping to push and finish this while healing from this horrid back pain
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Also like even when I’m doing well I truly don’t think anyone understands the amount of stress that lives in my body n mind every moment of every day. That’s not even to say I’m the most stressed person in the whole wide world or that people in my life don’t also have a fuckton going on it’s just. I don’t think most people rly get it or take it into account. No matter what I’m doing I’m doing it stressed. I would like some grace for that and honestly yeah I would like to be pat on the back sometimes. Other ppl can expect to be pat on the back for less so yes I would like the occasional recognition for how well I do all of this considering how impaired I am in so many ways
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