#Momento Own
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I can't get over how Shadow needed Rouge bribing him with a fucking spaceship to reluctantly attend Sonic's birthday party, but for Amy's birthday he not only went willingly but got all decked out in a costume, played along with the murder mystery game, went through lengths to get her tickets to her favourite band as a surprise present and agreed to go to the concert with her afterwards even tho he doesn't listen to their music to boot. Either Amy is a different kind of special or Sonic is just a different kind of "not worth it" lmao
Ok, this blew up more than expected so while y'all are here please consider helping out these guys!
#sonic#sonic x shadow generations#sonic x shadow generations dark beginnings#shadow the hedgehog#amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#shadamy#can be read either way but i like shadamy so i'm tagging it anyway#reminds me of team sonic racing where he trash talks everyone he beats and just goes “you did alright champ” all gentle-like with amy XD#he has a soft spot for her and i love it#it's very cute#poor sonic tho way to get disrespected like that on your own birthday no less#momento rambles
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"Oh fuck." Bitch, fym "oh fuck"??????
oh
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"Hey, Van! Did you know—?"
"Hey~ Don't you think—?"
"Van! Van!!!"
"Van~"
...
It's getting tiring.
For so many years on end, the sun has constantly annoyed him.
He has had enough.
"Van~?" Third Sun's voice could be heard from behind him again. Just hearing that voice everyday annoys World Vanquisher to his very core. He just feels like shutting that damned sun God up once and for all. "Van? C'mon now, you can't keep ignoring me like this~"
World Vanquisher groans, though he doesn't make any attempt to respond to Third Sun whatsoever. Third Sun sighs. "Hey~ Van~?" He pokes the other God's shoulder—
Not knowing that was pretty much the breaking point.
"Shut UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"
"...?!"
World Vanquisher turns around rapidly, and at that moment, it was finally known to Third Sun that he is genuinely pissed off. Maybe he annoyed him too much? What was he doing wrong, exactly?
"V-Vanquisher-"
"NO! SHUT UP! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I'M TIRED OF YOU!"
Maybe hearing those words from World Vanquisher of all people hurt him a bit too much. He's not usually offended like this, but...
It just suddenly hurts.
"I...huh...?"
"Get out of my sight! I don't want you to keep tailing behind me every single GODDAMN DAY! JUST- LEAVE ME ALONE!"
...
Silence after that.
During that long silence, World Vanquisher slowly processes the world around him. His outburst somehow managed to get the attention of the other Gods. He could even see Eternity gaze at him with wide eyes in a corner of the room, with Momento beside her, looking rather furious. He then glances towards Third Sun, and upon seeing his face that shows pure fear—
He knows he let his emotions control him a little too much.
"...Ah." He lets out, and soon enough, the feeling of regret washes over him. Third Sun was silent, slowly calming down from the sudden outburst. He still looks slightly shaken, however. "I'm..." He starts, trying to force the words out in the midst of his feeling of fear.
...
"...I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone now."
"Huh-?"
After those words were spoken, Third Sun turns around and leaves the room—acting as if nothing had happened. The look on his face as he did just that, however, is filled with a feeling of sadness and shame. At that moment, World Vanquisher finally realized it.
He hurt someone's feelings.
He didn't mean to, though.
"Oh..."
...
"Oh fuck."
The moment he mutters that out, he could hear the other Gods in the room whisper amongst themselves.
"Vanquisher..."
"I...can't believe him."
"Ah...how unfortunate. But even then, if he did this to a mortal, we wouldn't be making such a big fuss about it."
"You shut the fuck up, you judgemental piece of shit."
"Everyone..."
He didn't mean to.
He...
...
He definitely fucked up.
#(writing)hesia#arthesias ocs#rhymix: writing#and then there were three of them: third sun (oc)#let it all cease to exist: world vanquisher (oc)#and the Voices in order:#all hope vanishes in vain: eternity (oc)#and we'll walk together from here: momento (oc)#on the judgement day...: deus judicium (oc)#i don't give a f***: destonio (oc)#you are your very own light! ☆: hikaru (oc)
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GIRL WHAT
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Estaban por salir a escena en su noche de estreno, y claramente Maria estaba nerviosa, no tanto por la obra sabía su papel a la perfección, solo le preocupaba que todo saliera excelente y sobre todo la escena del beso, ya que sería la primera vez que ella y Bertie se besaban y aunque iba a ser actuación ella quería que saliera perfecto, así que no tardó en acercarse al chico con una sonrisa —Hola— expresó con una sonrisa un tanto tímida mientras observaba al chico y entonces sacó un pequeño paquete de mentas —Ya sabes para que todo salga perfecto— no tardó en acomodar la pequeña pluma en su cabello —Y oye rómpete una pierna—
@orchidcovs
#All I've ever known is how to hold my own#But now I wanna hold you too#desde hace 6 años que cree a esta morra esperando este momento#[ ⭐ ] : shining star ➜ maria jefferson ➜ interaction#interaction maria and bertie
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Pasé por una estación de servicio shell que tiene un cartel grande de charles en barein 2022 en la pared
#me dio gracia xq he visto otras y no tienen nada de ferrari#me preocupó darme cuenta tan rápido que carrera era#pero bueno#ya estamos locked in#creo que en cualquier momento se cumple un año de que empece a ver formula 1..........#perdi la cabeza en tiempo record#own post
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i haven’t felt the joy of drawing my ocs in a while,, a lot of my ocs do not have elaborate backstories and intricate designs like everyone else and it makes me feel inadequate.
but then i remember that most of my ocs are just for me to hold in the palms of my hand and say “you bring so much joy into my life! you are my baby and i love you so so so much!!”
and i don’t think i would want to have it any other way :)
#text post#i am becoming emotional over my own character#momento my beloved <3#they have such a soft face#one filled with so much adoration#normalize having little babies who just walk around in your mind
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I may repeat myself here, but I absolutely adore your version of LeBlank. If I am honest, I would have assumed all the amazing characterisation, you managed to give her, would mean that Riot had given you a lot to work with. So to learn that you did most of this yourself? I can only say massive props to you.
I really think you are actually much better at the Machiavellian writing than you are giving yourself credit for. I genuinely feel like LeBlank always has some kind of plan or strategy at the back of her mind, which my muses have to counter. Whenever we write Silco and her, it feels like they match each other's skills. I love the different approaches your LeBlank has, based on the different aliases she has. I love how she feels different for Jinx, Silco and Naafiri and yet I can always tell it is the same character at her core.
I love how you have such passion for this muse and how much you expend her beyond anything Riot has given her. I know how tough it is to develop something from scratch and developing a character like LeBlank from scratch is extra complicated. You are doing a phenomenal job, so keep it up.
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This made me scream, cry, and laugh all at the same time. My brain bugged out really bad, not even joking about it!
I cannot begin to express how much this means to me. Firstly, because I'm insecure, and I do need reassurance every now and then. But the compliment and reassurance coming from a person that I admire as a writer is something else.
Arcane did give a great deal of insight for each an any of the main characters of the serie, and still, you took it further into their minds, which reflects on their behaviors and shows on their relationships with others.
I only could aspire to become such a great writer as you one day!
You've created so much and have managed to be so on point with all your muses that hearing from YOU that I'm doing a good job with LB is nothing short of an honor!
I'm gonna take a screenshot of this and save it for whenever I'm feeling insecure about my take on LB.
Thank you, Miss T. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart. <3
#“Would I lie?” (Answered)#shimmerbeasts#there is another behind my own mask (ooc)#brb#i need a momento to recover from this
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Un dibujo rápido y sin mucha dedicación de mi furro zombie homicida favorito ❤
Dibujo para no llorar
#fnaf#fnaf fanart#springtrap#digital art#infinite painter#my own design#lazy drawing#estoy pasando un mal momento y necesitaba distraerme con algo#así que dibujé a mi husbando
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My sanity is hanging by an extremely thin thread. I need to sleep but I cannot relax at all aaaaaaaa
#en qué mal momento me decidí a hacer una carrera#lo siento pero si volviera a vivir mi vida me hago una fp y tiro. o un grado superior. no vuelvo a pisar la universidad#i say you know like a liar#i know i would suffer through uni again and again bc uni students are their own brand of masochism#vivi in a nutshell
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thank god my finals are done
#two great things officially happened today#1) i officially became a sophomore#2) i finally finished my stupid philosophy course#i’m so glad it’s done with#i will never take another philosophy class ever again it was my own version of hell#but on the bright side#tomorrow is my christmas themed day#i’m gonna bake & decorate & watch some movies & just chill#and then on monday i start my kpop & human rights class#which i’m so excited about bc i get to talk about my least favorite part of my most favorite thing#(bc violating rights is obviously awful & wrong & i get to write & read all about it)#i’m going to do super well in that class too so it’ll be great for my college transcript#but yeah it’s officially winter break for me :D#luc’s momentos
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Something I really love about The Smitten is how despite the fact that he's all talk about true love and genuine adoration he's... not at all about that. From his perspective, he's the dashing, dreamy heroic knight whose one mission is to rescue beautiful, pure, fair damsels in distress. To him, the princess isn't a person with her own personality and dreams and agency. She's an object he views as a trophy wife, a defenseless woman in need of saving, an idealised entity he can project his fantasies on.
And his route-- The Damsel route-- is such a good example of that. This route is the one route (that I know of) where the Princess is practically a blank slate. Where Thorn desperately craved connection, Adversary was itching for mutual rivalry and violence, Prisoner patiently waited for her freedom and Razour just joyfully chased the enjoyment of cutting us into pieces, the Damsel doesn't have anything to her outside of us. She's a helpless, obedient maiden whose only wants are what we want. She wants to destroy the world or she doesn't want to destroy the world or she doesn't care about the world depending on how we feel. This whole charade, no matter how much we want it to, is not about her. It's about us. Because she only exists as a contruction of our own wants. She isn't a person. She's an ideal. A blank canvas. Something to mold into whatever we want.
And that sense of security we felt, the trust we had in her and the image of the perfectly normal, genuinely innocent and real princess we met and fell in love with before the beginning of this route withered away and seeds of skeptisim were planted in its stead. And when we continued to press and push and question for her own desires or aspirations the illusion finally breaks, leaving us with the realisation that we never knew her at all. Because there was never anything to her from the start anyway.
#slay the princess#the voice of the smitten#the damsel#i've just been thinking about him and this route a lot#i love smitten and he's super relatable sometimes but his objectification of the princess is so wrong but so fascinating#super interesting how he's the only voice that's all about love when everyone else shows a deeper understanding of the what it really is#because most of them actually have a relationship with the princess in their own weird way#momento rambles
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So... AO3 has been (hopefully) temporarily shot down. By homophobic/racist/(probably fake) religious supremacist hackers
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Or hate it, nothing in between.
I'm feeling real numb rn. I was reading a zutara slow burn and miritama angst and you can't leave me like this 😮💨
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>Wanted to get this out there yesterday but I kept falling asleep while doing so-
I know its a bit apparent already but anhe loves making things!!,she likes making crafts to sell to people (its more or less her job)-so when she makes gifts for someone its pretty much handmade!, she also will take the chance to learn something new something new as well .
as well as having a bit if her own lil recipes it's also something that’s definitely rubbed off on both tai & farrow.
#[>memory recover ; part regained;hc]#lil team family of crafters#also putting a little something here -she absolutely made lil things for her husband from his own stories#(both before and after taiyang was born she still has them they’re very special momentos)
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['sex' by the 1975]
⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; best friends, references to infidelity, pining, sexual content (w.c 3.1k)
“it’s not sex.” he insists between mouthfuls. a drop of mustard dots the corner of his mouth. you stare incredulously.
“are you joking?” you ask. atsumu just shrugs his shoulder, intense focus saved for the burger held in his hands. practically inhaling a third of it in one bite as he brings it up to his mouth.
“‘s not like it’s the real thing.” he bobs his head side to side in consideration of the sandwich before he’s grabbing at the fries in your lap, “can i haf some.”
the carton lays practically emptied from his pilfering next to your abandoned chicken nuggets. three remaining, absent of consumption in favor of a bewildered stare at the man seated beside you on his bed.
“fingering is penetration, that’s sex.” you say simply.
atsumu raises a brow, “yer gyno having sex with ya?”
“that’s different.” you level a stare at him, one that’s serious and fierce and that communicates everything you mean in the single look alone. he meets it with one of his own, familiarity and uncommunicated languages all the rage between the two of you. “she doesn't make me cum.”
“neither does yer boyfriend.” he shrugs, taking another large bite of his burger as you screech in offense. your hand meets his bicep with a sharp slap and he grabs at it in pain. “ow! ya were the one that told me that!”
”some people take a minute to figure it out.”
”sounds like its taking a lot longer than a minute.” he mutters to himself. “look, its a lost cause. just dump the guy before it gets anywhere. ya haven’t had sex yet, he’s got a weird face, dude cant tell a fake orgasm from a real one. why are ya fighting me on this?”
“fingering is sex! your body count would be zero if fingering didnt count.” you insist loudly and atsumu rolls his eyes. he crumples the foil his burger came in and throws it across the room, cheering loudly when it makes it into the bin in the corner of his room.
his room is much the same since the last time you visited. photos of passing years sit framed on the desk— an image of he and osamu with their arms wrapped around each other, taken right before atsumu left for the olympics. another of you and atsumu placed right next to it, you leaning over his shoulder and him laughing loudly, beer bottles held deftly in hands and drunken flushes decorating your faces. momentos of faded high school memories, interspersed with flashes of young adult realities.
its more sophisticated than it once was. minimal in furniture, and of the items that decorate the room they’re the perfect reflection of a twenty-four year old athlete. his closet is lined with designer gifted clothes, but his desk chair remains stacked with undone laundry, the basics of his everyday life found in the plush cushion more than on the hangers. the jacket you’re currently wearing was stolen from the top of that pile just after delivering a pointed comment at how cold he keeps his apartment.
its a far cry from the bedroom he used to share with his brother, the one you remember at the dusk of previous memories. it was cramped and contained, lines between the two boys constantly blurred and you having to learn rather quickly where to step and when. but even now, as he lives on his own in a city a bit further from you than you’re comfortable with, not much has changed. you still sit on the left side of the bed and he takes the right; you still eat burgers on his bed and steal his jackets, and he throws papers into trash bins and insists he could’ve made it professional were he not already in volleyball; you still moan and complain about the woes of daily life and he still listens to them endlessly, interjecting the same amount of dumb enthusiasm as you know him to have.
there is still much in common that remains between he and you. trusted familiarity, endless comfort; a bubble that remains whole and precious, unaltered despite life dealing its hand to you. you’re convinced there’s no one else in the world that gets you quite like atsumu does.
there’s also no one in the world that works you up, quite like atsumu does.
atsumu stands from the bed, retrieving your own trash from your lap and chucking the rest of it in the bin. lithe and lean, he moves with a body that is sculpted to perfection as he turns off the overhead light and instead turns on the desk lamp, submerging the room in the lowly warmth of its glow. days are shorter now and the sun has just made it return home, leaving you to the dim luster of a pleasant comfort.
its quiet, intimate. words entirely inappropriate to describe the weekly hangout with your best friend of seven years.
pushing thoughts aside, you fight to remember what the whole point of the conversation was about. a boyfriend, right. your boyfriend.
right.
“and he does not have a weird face, he’s just… interesting. it’s what i liked about him.”
“revolting. i’m this close to spiking a ball in his face. it would be plastic surgery for the dud.”
“you’re being mean.” you tell him.
atsumu scoffs loudly, “and yer being stupid! yer the one that’s complaining to me about it. yer really gonna date a guy who can’t figure it out when he fingers ya? what happens when ya actually have sex with the bozo?”
“it takes practice. i don’t blame him for not being able to get me there on the first try. i see him later tonight so i’ll talk to him about it. it’s hard to figure out how to turn someone on and then try to, you know, get me there—“
“woahwoahwoah—timeout.” atsumu hold his hands perpendicular to one another, forming a ‘t’. his eyebrows practically touch the hairline of his bleached hair. “he doesn't even turn you on?”
“not everyone is good at everything, like you.” you mean it sarcastically, but it comes out short and meek. it’s embarrassing to have to cover for the misgivings of your current beau, but there’s an obligation to. a point to make, especially to the man in front of you.
you’ve met the ex-girlfriends, heard their feedback for the man before you. an average of six out of ten in boyfriend material, but he knocks the ball out of the park when it comes to the bed—or so you’ve heard.
(aya, the most recent girl to have made her grand exit, followed you on instagram and asked you to not be a stranger. whether that was so she could have her in for atsumu or because she really wanted to be friends is still up for debate, but the gesture ended with a message in your directs.
[9:17] it sucks, he’ll always be more in love with volleyball than any girl he could ever date. and even if he didn’t, you’re his number two anyway, so there’s really no way i can win.
[9:20] i’m super sorry, aya. if it’s any consolation, i really liked you two together. he’s just slow, i’m sure you guys will figure it out.
[9:20] you were our biggest argument.
[9:20] so no, i don’t think we will.
[9:21] i’ll miss that dick tho, best orgasm of my life. rip
there’s not much you can say to a message like that. there’s not much you can say to the surge of smugness that courses through you either, so you don’t.
you don’t tell atsumu about it.)
“alright. sit up then.”
his voice startles you. “what?”
suddenly, he stands before the side of the bed, looming horribly tall over you as he peers down at you. he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, the fabric unintentionally pulling down ever so slightly and the waistband of his black boxers peeking out in greeting. the light of the desklamp casts a halo over his silhouette.
your attention is drawn upward and it’s hard to deny the familiar pang that tends to strike through you every so often in times like this. the simple effect of being near him. atsumu is unfairly handsome, and while it’s hard to put a name to the feeling that pulses inside of you when the light catches him just right or when a smile is even more charming than usual, the ache is always the same.
it’s fleeting, you convince yourself. something you refuse to settle on for too long. contexts and suppressed hopes pushed to the back of your mind along with the other unspoken things.
“come on.” he gestures two fingers upward. “i’ll show ya how easy it is to turn a girl on.”
its curiosity that has you standing up on your knees on the comforter, nothing more. its the wonder of how exactly your best friend makes his move on women that leads you to be so close to him, chests practically touching. breaths intertwining as atsumu stares a kind of serious into you that you’ve never been in the receiving end of before.
“im gonna touch ya.” his voice is low and your heart beats erratically in your chest. you nod.
lifting his right hand, cold fingertips run across the heated skin on the back of your arm. digits trailing upward as he paints a pathway up. and it’s nothing—just his hand on your arm, nothing new or different, and yet your breath hitches. innocent in theory, but something solidifies on atsumu’s face, the familiar signs of determination playing out on his face. it’s less babied now, more formed and angular with the growings of an adult man, but it’s the same focus in his eye, the same clench in his jaw.
his fingers trail up then down, repeating a circular figure on your skin. the sounds of your mingling breaths the only whispers between you two. your eyes dart down to his lips, but his stay fixed on you. studying every flicker of your eye, every inhale.
his fingers break from their pattern and trails down to your wrist, then your palm, then your own fingers. tracing them, dancing with them, intertwining them slightly only to pull them away.
“we should stop.” you whisper after a moment of his caress.
“why?” he asks and a quick glance to his gaze reveals that he knows why. he’s just making you spell it out.
it’s unfortunate that the only reason you want to stop is out of principle, and not because you truly have any reservations about any of this. your boyfriend of three months all but an annoying buzz in your ear.
“this feels like cheating.” you tell him simply. atsumu cocks his head to the side, charming smirk pulling across his lips.
“i’m touching yer arm. this isn’t anything, yet.”
“you shouldn’t be touching my arm like this.”
“why? cause it’s working, right?” his voice drops to a low rumble, words vibrating through you and shooting straight to your core. “see how easy it is?”
“that means this is cheating then, right?” the question is posed, but it’s obvious it’s more to convince yourself than him. because all that he’s done is touch your arm and you’ve felt the bubbling of that unnamed something heat within you. it feels the exact same as it did seven years ago when you met him; feels identical to the moment four years ago when a drunken night led to a drunken kiss that was forgotten about the next day; feels the exact same whenever he looks at you like he does now, like you're open for the taking. a pointedly very different response to the dread that comes when getting intimate with your actual boyfriend.
and while atsumu may be doing this to prove a point, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong, you don’t trust that you’ll be able to not carry this with you. to not want more than you should.
“nah.” he says simply, knowingly. “if i kiss you then it’s a problem.”
“oh, so kissing is cheating, but fingering isn’t?”
“can you shuddup? always runnin’ that damn mouth.” he renders you quiet.
satisfied with your silence, he brings his left hand to cup your jaw, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and tilting your head to the left, leaving your neck exposed. he leans in, nose tracing a line up the column of your neck until he meets the juncture between that and your jaw. it’s a simple movement, and yet it feels like eternity in his hands. his breath hits steadily against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers into your ear. “does he touch ya like this?”
the gasp you release is guttural.
the arm previously fiddling with your fingers quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him. you have no choice but to embrace him with your own arms, hands cupping the back of his neck to steady yourself. it’s impulse to run them down the expanse of his back, to feel the muscles that he’s worked so hard for, but you resist. keeping yourself locked on his neck and nothing more, as though you being pliant to his ministrations wasn’t jeopardizing enough.
his thumb inches upward, stroking the corner of your lips sweetly. “does he take his time with ya? cause i would.”
its then that his lips meet the skin of your neck, tingles erupting from the connection. all of its effects causing an inadvertent clench within you. “it’s not about shoving fingers inside and just doing it. its about doing it the way you like it. and i’d make ya tell me how ya like it. since yer always runnin’ that damn mouth, might as well put it to good use.”
its all-encompassing, the traitorous burn between your thighs. and yet, this is the unnamed something, all that you’ve pushed away.
“astumu—” you whine and its in that exhale of yours that he releases a sigh of his own. one that almost sounds restrained.
“tell me to stop.” he says quickly, lips mouthing against your neck as he utters the words.
and you don’t want him to. not really. the desire is feverish, unlike anything you’ve felt before and to end this is to end the sweetness of something you’ve yet to taste. if it were to be with anyone you would want it to be with him.
you could take the teasing, the “i-told-you-so” from osamu, the obliteration of a friendship for the uncertain promise of something more. but it isn’t right. not like this. if mountains were to come to a head, you want it to happen because they were gravitated to each other, not because the earth told them to do so.
“stop.” you tell him, and it’s like a hot brand that strikes him. he’s immediately pushing away from, untangling his limbs from you and stepping back into the swath of darkness in the room.
his breaths are deep and heavy, that much you can tell from the distance. shuttering exhales that wrack his chest. you can hardly make out his irises, only see the intensity of dark pupils. it’s hard to believe that he could be feeling the way you do, just from the simple touch alone. a quick glance down to his grey sweatpants proves otherwise.
a moment, then two, pass by. ragged breaths filling the distance, words spoken in the silent language you’re both fluent in.
“does this mean i’m easy then?” you ask quietly, an effort to ease the wall of tension.
“no.” he shakes his head gently, “just means i know ya.”
he knows what he means to say, the words and all of their yearning practically knocking against his teeth to escape. it’s the long haul, almost a decade long game of carefully advanced chess pieces to get to this point. blocked, temporarily, by the appearance of the new guy. a boyfriend of yours that atsumu met once, a guy he barely attempted to learn the name of. for reasons of his own, their knowing pertinent only to him. held deeply within the urges of being seen, the desires of having you wholly, completely.
there are plenty of other ways that he could do this—probably be more eloquent about it. admit pushed away feelings when you’re not in the midst of ranting about how your boyfriend just can’t get you off.
but the tension irks him. thick enough to cut a knife, always following the two of you in the long held stares and closeness in which you two gravitate towards each other. the answer to your boyfriend problem is standing right in front of you. he knows what he wants you to do when you see your boyfriend later tonight.
there are certain shoes that atsumu is convinced he could fill better than your boyfriend.
your face is flushed, and the desk lamp makes you look angelic under the lowlights, and you're wearing his jacket like you always do in a way that makes him believe it was always meant for you. and he’s not entirely convinced, even without the cloud of lust that hangs over him, that you don’t want this just as bad as he does.
osamu once said that atsumu wouldn’t admit his feelings to you even if they hit him over the head. they’re here, now. settling in the distance between you two, bobbing in the capsizing waves of want. they ache to be spoken, knock repeatedly against his gritted teeth.
but a choice is made in that moment, with you looking at him as wild as you are. atsumu will admit to the selfish and prideful part of himself, but this—you— aren’t something to just take. the taste of your neck, the feel of your body against him, it must be given to him, earned. not because he needs to make a petty point, but because you want him to.
he cares for you too much to be reckless in how he plays his cards. even if osamu will bust his balls for it later.
you have a boyfriend. and he can’t force you to change that. it wouldn’t be right, he’s given you the taste, he hopes it will be enough.
“like that.” he says after a moment, pushing down his pride and long held desires for you. “tell him ya like it like that.”
a/n: why is it that whenever i stop writing for kuroo, the one i always want to write for is atsumu. also big ups for my beta who entertains me and proofreads me at all hours of the day. i love you sanju!!!!!!
#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#atsumu#atsumu fic#i love a best friends trope wtf#also i promise i was writing my boss kuroo fic and then i heard this song and was derailed for THREE DAYS#BIG THANK YOU BY THE WAY TO MY BETA
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quirks - satoru gojo x gn!reader
summary: part two︱you like to think you’re aware of all of satoru’s quirks, but shoko thinks you may have missed a few.
contents: fluff, newly realised feelings, highschool!gojo, he's honestly not even actually there for a lot of it, shoko and geto are tho, honestly a little bit of whipped gojo, probably ooc but definitely self indulgent
word count: 1.2k
a/n: how are we coping since 236 guys ????? wrote this feeling like i’d been widowed so i guess this counts as my coping mechanism 😭 hope you enjoy anyway, constructive criticism and any ideas or opinions you have are always welcome !!
in your past year of knowing satoru gojo, you’d made a note of his multiple quirks.
you noticed how when the group of second years went out to eat together at the weekends, he would whine about how good everyone else’s food looks until everyone at the table took pity (or annoyance, in suguru’s case) and spooned some of their meal onto his plate.
you noticed how when he was in class, listening to yaga drone on about the different types of curses, he would never let all of the legs of his chair rest on the ground. he was constantly swinging back and forth. it’s a miracle that he’s never fallen back, you think.
you even noticed how he somehow kept a momento from every single hangout and mission, each of them stored in a little wooden box he kept on his bedside table back in the dorms. in the past, you’d seen him slide seemingly worthless ticket stubs and receipts into his pockets, and when the curiosity finally got the better of you and you asked what he did with them, you only received a cheeky grin and a wink from your friend.
so, when shoko finally told you some of her own observations of his behaviours and habits during your lunch break one day, it’s safe to say it shocked you.
“i think it’s pretty obvious that he likes you.” she speaks casually, as if her words hadn’t caused you to choke on your own food. she passes you her bottle of water and pats your back. “you couldn’t tell?”
after gulping down half of her water, and spluttering a few times, you finally found your voice, letting out a strangled “he’s my friend - he does not like me like that!”
the look shoko gives you is one of ridicule, but before she can say anything else, you quickly continue.
“how’d you even come to that conclusion anyway, you’re not usually much of a gossip. that’s suguru’s job." you attempt to joke, but you feel the strained smile drop from your face as the boy you mentioned approaches the table and plops down beside your friend.
speak of the devil...
you see shoko's eyes light up, but before you can even attempt to cut her off again, she turns to suguru. "geto! back me up here, isn't it so obvious that gojo likes (y/n)?"
"mhm." he hums, barely even acknowledging the fact that his confirmation has sent you spiraling for the second time. "he's not exactly subtle about it."
"you guys are being ridiculous."
now it's suguru's turn to look at you like you've suddenly grown two heads. "you really didn't know?"
shoko lets out a laugh at his genuine confusion, and reaches into her bag to pull out a cigarette. you quickly hand her a lighter you keep on hand just for moments like this and she quietly thanks you before continuing. "have you never noticed how he's always touching you in some way?"
"that's just how he is!" you defend. "he's always hanging off of suguru too!"
the pair in front of you share a look, before geto continues. "what about how he never lets you walk closest to the road?"
you stop for a second, trying to pinpoint an occasion - just one - where he had only to come up empty handed. in fact, the more you think about it, the more sense it makes. you replay your moments walking back to the dorms after class with satoru, with his arm always casually wrapped around your shoulder. you remember how he always looked comfortable and at peace. you even remember how he would gently bump you closer into the sidewalk if you were walking with someone else, sticking his tongue out at you and ruffling your hair if you voiced a complaint at his behaviour.
your mouth dries up as you try to come up with another excuse to brush off your friends' observations, but you start to question yourself.
maybe they're right...?
you shake you head, as if trying to clear your head of these thought. "he does that for everyone, you guys are just reading too much into it."
between drags of her cigarette, shoko chuckles. "he's never done it for me." geto leans forward from his seat across from you and gently flicks in between your eyebrows. your hand immediately clamps down on the spot, and you groan at him. "what was that for!?"
he ignores your dramatics. "why are you so sure that we're lying?"
his genuine question makes you stop to think. it wasn't that you didn't like gojo, in fact, you hadn't dedicated much time to thinking about him in that way at all. your friends being so insistent on the fact that he liked you made you slowly start to realise that maybe you did share some affections for the ill mannered boy.
you continue to mull over as many interactions and memories that you have shared with satoru, slowly connecting the dots in your head. he always was more gentle with you, never polite but always kind. he regularly brought you souvenirs back from missions that you weren't assigned to and he always insisted on sitting next to you on the train home, offering you the window seat every single time.
almost as if they can hear your inner monologue being to spiral, shoko pipes up once more. "he gave you a different ring tone so he'd know every time you call."
you feel your heart stop for a second, unsure as to why this in particular made you finally believe their words, but before you even have the opportunity to dismiss them again (now in an attempt to convince yourself more than them) you feel the seat beside you sink with additional weight and a familiar arm flung around your shoulder. you barely even register the smug smile shoko is flashing you from across the table as you focus on attempting to cool your face.
"i can't believe you guys started eating without me!" satoru whines, leaning even more heavily into your side. he makes quick work of plucking a large chunk of meat out of your bento, sending you a sly grin as you look up at him in dismay. "what were you guys talkin' about?"
suguru meets your eyes, raising his eyebrows as he meets your glare, urging him to shut his mouth. "oh nothing." he hums, before completely changing the subject.
the conversation from moments prior is still fresh in your mind, and you're now very aware of the soft glances gojo keeps sending your way. you suddenly feel a lot more awkward in his presence, and you barely notice how you're fidgeting with your hands under the table and not participating in the conversation anymore.
that is until you feel warm hands grip your own, effectively halting their movement. "you okay?" you can barely hear satoru over the blood pumping in your ears, and you're unaware of the laughs shoko and geto are trying desperately to hold back whilst watching the scene as you try to speak.
you start to wish your friends had kept their observations to themselves.
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For any nonhumans struggling with species dysphoria, I want to help you all as much as I can. I've been experiencing it all week. It can be quite exhausting and put you in a lot of distress, in my case. X(
Here are some tips I'd recommend to help:
1. Mimic the diet of your kintype/theriotype. You are a shark? Eat seafood. A dragon? Maybe try to burn some food a little (or turn it black like my own preference if you want). You kin a character from [Insert source]? Try recreating foods/dishes from their world or dimension.
2. Listen to relatable music. I'd recommend making a playlist of any songs that feel species affirming/euphoric, or even echo that dysphoria further, therefore turning it relatable. (Few of my favorites are Bones by Imagine Dragons, Control by Halsey, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA, Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage, among other songs that feel therian coded to me).
3. Do vocals. Howling, barking, screeching, or roaring are very relieving if you are in the correct space to do them! If you are in a quite space or do not want to out yourself to anyone, try purring, growling, hissing, or other unnoticeable sounds. You have an object kintype? Mimic the sounds of the object, like beeping, clicking, etc. (I personally make microwave sounds just because it is fun). Recite voice lines of your kintype from the source they are in. Mimic their voice and volume to match.
4. Move and physically act like your kintype/theriotype. Quadrobics, mimic the flapping of wings, walk bidepedally, whatever you do, turn your mannerisms and motion to reflect your kintype/theriotype.
5. Dress like your kintype/theriotype. Is your kintype a character? Cosplay them, or mimic their clothing style, clothing color, hairstyle, etc. If they have tattoos, scars, or patterns on their body, copy them on your physical form with paint or pens. (PLEASE USE NON TOXIC MATERIALS. STUFF SAFE FOR YOUR HUMAN SKIN.) Are you a species of animal(s)? Dress in your species' colors, or, once again, paint or color yourself like it/them. Are you perhaps any other form of creature or object? You can use the same tips as the others, and another idea that works for all is that you can buy costume pieces of your kintype/theriotype. Masks, headbands, just normal clothing in general, the options really are infinite.
6. Express your dysphoria through artwork. I love doing art when I am heavily species dysphoric. Drawing, crafting masks, origami, painting, collages, all are forms of art. If you are skilled in music, then you could even create some songs of your own!
7. Go out and explore nature. This one is mainly targeted towards therians, whose types are grounded on the life on earth rather than other dimensions or universes, but just like the other methods, it can be universally used by any types of nonhumans. Collecting things is my favorite way of exploring nature. Collect rocks, shells, sticks, leaves, bugs, plants, anything that makes you feel more comfortable in your own (unfortunate) physical body. Stay grounded in the world around you and you may find the dysphoria slips away. Hiking and going on short walks can also help, building a den, smelling the scents of the outdoors. All great ideas that I personally recommend.
8. Write about your feelings. Whether you are good at expressing yourself through poetry, you keep a diary/journal, or you can project onto OCs for new backstory lore like I do, writing can truly help with any dysphoria. Not only that, but it is sometimes refreshing to come back later and read about what you were feeling before. It can serve as a great reminder that you are a powerful being and you will always overcome the feelings if you try.
9. Research about your kintype/theriotype. It does not matter if you are an animal, concept, or object from earth, a being from fantasy, or a character from the greatest book or show, you learn something new every day. So why not learn about yourself? Read books or watch animal documentaries of your theriotype(s), same thing for you otherkins and your fantasy species. Fictionkins can look up facts about themself as a character, their book, show, game, etc.
10. Talk and interact with other alterhumans/nonhumans. Remember, we are a community, and while you are experiencing horrible episodes of species dysphoria, there are many other beings going through the exact same thing at the exact same time. So why not talk to them about it? Share your experiences, help eachother cope, you may even connect with more individuals that way, building more relationships with others and meeting new beings.
11. Past life meditation. If you are a nonhuman who has a past life/lives, you may find comfort in meditation, where you can truly tap into what you once were, and still are in this life as well. Look to the forgotten, and turn in to remembered. Open up your past and live over again.
12. Listen to sounds. Nature sounds, voices of other characters you know from your world, vocals or sound effects of your kintype. These are all good options to turn to if you want to feel at ease with yourself.
13. Let your emotions out. Sometimes this is all you really need to do when species dysphoria hits hard. Cry, bite things, claw at pillows, LET IT OUT. There is absolutely no problem in being yourself and expressing your heavy emotions in your own, unique, nonhuman way. You may find you feel much better after.
That's all I've got, but I hope whoever/whatever reads this far has an amazing day/night. You are an amazing being, thank you for embracing yourself and living authentically. <3
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