#and i don't seek out the sibling dynamic but i always find that that hits the hardest for me

[habibialkaysani]

listen I know I am way too late to this party and also have been living under a rock doing serious™ shit for most of 2023, but over the xmas holidays kathony has awakened something in me. like it is full on embarrassing how much kathony fic I have read in the wee hours of the morning. but I also can't wait to rewatch it.

[churipu]

can i request the reader being gojo's younger (or little, if that's what you prefer) sister during their highschool days? i think the dynamic between her and geto would be really cute and sweet! meanwhile, shoko would be the tired aunt that has to watch every stupid thing that stsg and the reader does 😭

๋࣭⭑ A CHAOTIC FOURSOME ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

featuring. gojo satoru, shoko ieiri, geto suguru + gojo's little sister

warning. time sequence is during their highschool days (2006) and i'd say the reader would be younger than gojo by a year, so she's as old as nanami and haibara :D

note. i'm actually like so ecstatic to write this because i have so many assumptions of gojo with a younger sister, thank you nonnie for requesting this, ily <;33

the mother x the dumb x the dumber x the dumbest

no doubt that shoko is the mother of the group, without her the whole group is just well, plainly chaotic. satoru will come up for stupid plans, hence the dumbest. you will undoubtedly follow him, hence the dumber. and geto will think it's stupid, but will follow him, hence the dumb.

"okay, so what if we just — find a way to summon a curse, and sell our soul to it for something in return?" satoru asks with a cheeky grin.

"sounds cool, i'm in!" you replied with a large toothy grin.

"that must be the stupidest idea i have ever heard in my life," geto sighs out, "but let's do it."

"i don't have a soul," shoko mutters out of the blue, sighing out, "and you guys are incredibly stupid, you know that?" at the end of the day, the plan didn't even commence nor did you all talked about it again.

you are the closest with geto, he treats you like a little sister as well — except he's a little less of an asshole than your actual brother.

satoru is an asshole. he's a pain in the ass, no doubt. all three— you, geto, and shoko— can and will admit the fact that out of you four, satoru is the brattiest. however though, being related to him by blood, you were his target most of the time.

"ouch! satoru, did you really just shoot me with a nerf gun? that fucking hurts you ass!" you hiss, rubbing your nape— where satoru just shot with a nerf gun.

"take that, peasant." satoru sings out, attempting to shoot two more bullets at you, one hitting your arm and the other barely missing you.

you ran to shoko who immediately flee, leaving you open to satoru, traitor. before you eventually seek shelter behind geto who was sitting down on a bench, sipping a drink; and oh boy, the bullet managed to hit his face.

"oh shit." satoru mumbled, "it was an accident, suguru."

"damn." you look at geto, before laughing lightly.

geto smiled at your brother before standing up, and the cat-and-mouse chase between them both begin. geto made sure you were alright after, and satoru was— yeah, he survived, just a little bruised here and there.

being siblings is funny, satoru's closet is your closet too.

"y/n, is that my shirt?" satoru asks, pointing at the white shirt you were wearing and you hummed softly, sipping on a carton of milk.

satoru began lecturing you and how you shouldn't snoop in his closet, "lord, save me." you muttered out, walking in between shoko and geto while your brother constantly turned towards you to lecture you about asking for permission.

"are you even listening to me, brat?"

shoko grunted, "make him shut up, please."

"it's not her fault that she looks better in your shirt, satoru," geto laughed lightly, and that somehow managed to shut your brother up for the rest of the day— until he opens the door to your room late at night with a pout on his face.

"my shirt does not look better on you, for your information."

"oh my god, satoru you're so childish!"

as much as satoru teases you, when it comes to protecting you— he's number one, and he will always worry about you. he will not hesitate to tell someone off if they're bothering you.

"so, who is it?" satoru asks, his eyes not leaving the television screen.

you sat next to him and hummed in confusion. earlier you had gotten home with a small bruise right next to your lip, and as hard as you tried to cover it with make up — satoru still noticed the bluish purple outline of the bruise.

"what do you mean?"

"who gave you the bruise?" he asks again, calmly. way too calm for your liking, to be honest.

"i fell."

satoru finally turned to look at you, "doesn't look like you fell, just tell me what happened, it's not like 'm gonna do anything—maybe." he mumbled out the last part under his breath.

you sighed out, knowing the male won't drop the topic unless you tell him about it, "you know that one guy who wouldn't stop bothering me just because i beat him up in middle school for ruining my comic book?"

"the one i already try to tell off last time?" you nodded at him, "damn it, i should've gotten rid of him that time. want me to hollow purple him or do you prefer a more friendly approach?"

you chuckled, "i can fix this myself."

"nu-uh," he rolled his eyes, "hollow purple it is."

"'toru!"

"sheesh, fine friendly approach it is."

shoko and geto tries their best to look after you and satoru, but they don't get paid for this and always ends up giving up halfway and just joins in the "fun".

"oh, come on satoru, this is like the worst plan ever!" you tell him, crossing your arms.

"what? why? is it because i made it?" he argues, crossing his arms as well.

"no — okay, yes, maybe. but still it's a shitty plan, right?" you look over to geto and shoko who only nodded in forced affirmation, in all honesty, they didn't know what was happening between you and your brother or whatever you both were talking about.

"suguru, even you?" satoru whines out, "traitor."

"see? what about we go for my plan instead?" you offered, and satoru immediately declines, arguing with you.

it took you both two hours to finally settle on doing nothing because you got tired, and satoru got too angry that geto had to drag him away.

when satoru was supposedly "killed" by the sorcerer killer, toji. you were fucking destroyed. until he actually shows up, looking more alive than ever.

"oh, you're alive?" you asked slowly, although in disbelief.

satoru chuckled, opening his arms for you to fall into, "don't say it like that, might think that my own sister doesn't love me," not like you spent the whole time crying over him.

"fucking ass. i hate you so much." you hugged him.

"i love you too."

satoru spoils you. and when he does, he makes sure geto and shoko gets little of it too (because you told him to do it so they would feel loved).

"i was thinking — satoru treating us three to shabu?" geto immediately agrees with no hesitation, no thoughts, he just agreed to what you said.

satoru looks at you and smiled sweetly. a fake one. but it was fun watching him like this so you didn't care, "shoko?"

"free food? hell yeah." shoko nods her head with a smirk.

satoru ended up feeding all three of you like a mama feeding her child, and you ended up getting a scolding from him and a threat that goes a little like: "that's the last time i'm spending my money on you, loser."

but you know he didn't mean that. just watch how he'll probably get you something the very next day.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[r0uke-k4nten]

HIDE AND SEEK

(Yandere! Muichiro x reader)

they found you lost in the middle of the forest, crying under the tree. feeling pity, they brought you into their house for a couple of days until your parents found you, by now you being taken care of by Tokitos family.

at first, you feel anxious being around them, feeling bad cause you're not really a part of the family.

But as your bond grew, you began to talk to them a lot and play together with them; most importantly, in the game hide and seek, you usually being the hider, while Mui and Yui were Seekers. While you try your best to hide when things like this happen, they, somehow, always find you.

You and the twin are 2 years apart, and it creates a dynamic as a responsible older sibling while the twin is the mischievous youngest.

While it was fun playing, life wasn't always about just playing; you and they have chores to do, so you help each other with chores.

Weeks went by and finally, your parents found you, your mother crying and saying thank you to the Tokito family while hugging you, as your dad having a conversation with them.

As both of your parents are watching their children play, they can't help but think to themselves both of you look so cute together.

But sadly you have to move abroad to another country for some reason, so you parted ways and lost contact.

Years passed by you slowly forgot about their faces and the voices, only sharing a transparent childhood bond together.

While it makes your heart ance for the forgotten memory, you try to think about the relationship and hope for them to have a delightful and lively future.

As you decided to go back to Japan for a few years you had a slight hope that you'd meet them even though you don't remember what their faces were.

As you step again into Japan, your hometown. you feel absolute nostalgia as you look around the town you used to live in.

As you walk around the town, you don't realize that a certain long black hair boy is just walking past you...

He did notice your similarities to someone he knew though, but quickly forgot about it.

As the days go by, you Are inside your hotel room; feeling bored, you go out of the hotel and take a midnight walk to let your brain have its own thoughts.

as you walk in the middle of the road, a demon tries to eat you, but before they can, you hit them in the head. As they get stunted, you run away from them and get yourself back to the hotel.

but to your idiocy, you forgot your way to go back; you turn around to meet the demon again. They're getting closer to you, and their nail begins to look like a claw ready to stab you; you close your eyes and wait for it to end.

But it never comes; as you slowly open your eyes, you see the demon's head and arm were cut off by a certain young Hasira boy...

As you were stunned to speak, that long-haired boy looked at you with his emotionless eyes. He gave you his hand to stand up, and you took it. As you began to stand up, you looked at him with gratitude. "... thank you, euuuh miste-." " It's noting. " He cut your word and began to walk away.

The next day, you begin to meet him again and again, and you always talk to him even though he doesn't remember you nor do you know his name; he doesn't particularly even know why he was there in the first place.

At first, it was kinda annoying to him for you to have around but he was strangely fond of you.

But you didn't meet him for a few months because of the mission; of course, you didn't know about the mission, so you thought he left feeling a bit saddened.

Until he comes back to you by himself, as you begin to do your morning walk, someone familiar called your name... "(Y/N) I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK." You turn around in surprise to see the long-haired boy running after you; you stay there in shock, not expecting him to know your name...

You smile awkwardly as he begins to hug you; you hug him back before asking him, "Ehhm, hello again, mister... I know we may have talked a lot over the past few months, but...how do you know my name?" You asked him, he looked you in the eyes in shock for a few minutes before screaming his name "IT'S ME, MUICHIRO TOKITO"you thought to yourself for a moment remembering this familiar name "Mui...?,mui..., MUICHIRO IS THAT YOU ?! HOLY SHI-" you hugging him a bit tighter, the regret of you forgot his name is overflowing you.

He is still a bit angry that you forgot his name, but he doesn't say anything since he forgot about you, too.

As that awkward reunion ends, you begin to have a little conversation with each other; as you sit on a bench drinking your tea, you ask him, "So...., what do you do for a living?." You said, trying to stir up the conversation. "Killing demon," he said bluntly. "Wait wha-."

So your friend, Muichiro, is a demon slayer who slays the demon. As he says by himself, as the conversation continues, you finally catch up that his twin, Yuichiro, is dead.

A bit saddened by the loss of his twin and your childhood best friend, he swore to himself that he would protect you and the close friends he ever has.

As the days go on you become close again and completely forget they don't remember each other.

But as the day flew by, he became a bit overprotective of you. Always follows you around whenever he can; if he can't, he will send someone to watch over you.

He tries his best to convince you to come to his estates to keep you there forever, have a visit once in a while. but you usually have to refuse because you feel bad for having to visit him or you are just busy because of work.

When you do visit him, you usually help him do his chores; sometimes, you get to practice your sword with Muichiro when he has spare time. but you like to watch him when he practices his swords with his other comrades.

Sometimes you like to go out of the backyard just to watch the sky with him, with his head on your thigh while petting his head, saying random things that come out in our head.

Someday, some people are insulting you, but you brush it off another, but not him. For a couple of days, the person was missing until being found in the middle of the wood with their face, almost unidentified.

And you begin to notice some of your stuff is missing. from something small like a hair tie and some of the stuff you planned to throw away, to something that creeps you out like a novel that you finished since few days ago or a family photo you had with your family got stolen to..

you tell this to Muichiro, and now he insists that you have lived in his house for a while, you reluctantly agree and move to his house.

While you do visit his estates a couple of times you still a bit hard to navigate the house, so you sometimes do not stray far from him.

While you live at his home now, there's one room that you can't ever go in. When you asked him why he just simply stated that there are a lot of swords for only him to used.

You Respected his wishes, so you walked past them but when you heard a strange sound from it. You couldn't help but be curious.

But as you are about to open it, feel bad for breaking his promises, but as soon you open it you'll be surprised by the missing stuff be found in here.

Your initial shock turned into a scared one, you need to get out of here as fast as you can but it's pointless now...

"I've told you not to be in here..." Muichiro is right behind you.

[nogenderbee]

Hi! Saw ur requests are open! :] So, can I request Akito, Toya, and Ena with a younger sibling that's around preschool age or something? I think the dynamic would be adorable in here! How would they treat or act around this ball of energy and imagination?? I also saw how long ur list of requests are, so I'm sorry if this puts more pressure on to u!! Please take care and I love❤️ ur writing so much

Don't worry! I made sure not to overwork myself in the end so that's good~ And yes! This is such a cute idea!! And I literally enjoyed writing this so much so I hope you'll like this too!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕚𝕥��𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Akito, Toya, Ena with a younger sibling!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @yulikesminori @qxmmi @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @modyuki

✧ now Akito is the one who'll teach you how to protect yourself, if you're at late kindergarten age, trust me

✧ he may come off as irresponsible for teaching a child some verbal and physical self defence at such a young age but in reality, he just wants to make sure you won't ever get hurt

"Alright, but remember... we don't start fights. But if someone starts it, feel free to hit them back."

✧ moving onwards, he's much nicer to you but still stays with his tsundere mask

✧ when it comes to your creativity, he doesn't have a heart to tell you something is impossible or doesn't exist so he just plays along

✧ if you ask him to play pretend in private, he'll go along. But if you're asking of him to do so in public, he might come as a bit salty... he makes it up to you by treating you to pancakes later!

✧ now your energy... that's surprisingly something he likes!

✧ he'll do any sport or play any game with you, all you need to do is suggest something or tell him you're bored and he'll give you suggestions

✧ and let me tell you, if he hears someone talking badly about you, he will beat them up so... you may want to close your eyes or listen to Toya when he suddenly wants to treat nyou to some ice cream-

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✧ Toya will do his best to take proper care of you and not let your father break your innocence and dreams in any way

✧ he'll also be the one picking you up from kindergarten and the one who'll always agree to play whatever game you find. he also agrees to give you piggyback rides on your way back

✧ you probably spend most of your time hanging around with his group since he'd just feel bad if he was to leave you alone in the house... but if that's what you want, he'll let you do so!

"Yes, An does have starts in her hair. No, don't pull on it, it's not nice. An you don't have to agree-"

✧ he'll agree on any idea of yours that isn't dangerous. You want to play hide and seek? He's ready to leave the house at 6am. You want to do his make up and tie his hair in ponytails? He'll sit still.

✧ he also has the patience, you can make his life harder, babble or just be extremely energetic all the time and he'll still sit there with a smile, eventually scolding you if you lead to dangerous situation

✧ and finally, he'll ready you a story before bed, scare the bed monsters away and so on!

✧ he'll never say no to your imagination and if he'll have to, he'll fight imaginary dragon in the middle of a street

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✧ Ena was absolutely CHARMED by you, she loves almost every single thing about you

✧ she actually felt the need to protect you and surprisingly wasn't hiding it, untill people around her started teasing her... she just slowed down for some time but don't worry! Because soon she was back at her normal self again

✧ she loves how creative you are and will never bring you down! She even borrows you some of her art supplies!

✧ but if art isn't your fortee? Don't worry! She'll be the one who'll introduce you to make-up and music!

"Would you look at that! It seems that the idea you gave me for my art turned out fantastically!"

✧ somehow it's just hard for her to get mad at you when you're just so pure

✧ now remember how I said she loves ALMOST every single thing about you? The exception would be your energy...

✧ now don't get her wrong, she's happy your excited about life and all but not when you're too excited...

✧ she's just trying to get some rest during day and not deal with you running around house or babbling her ear of...

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[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: hey, 18f. just here for some general advice (?) regarding post-high school life and transitioning into uni in a foreign country. if type is relevant for what i'm asking for, i can't provide much at the moment so feel free to tell me if you do need a type, i'll come back to you later with more information at hand. but if it helps, i could share why i haven't pinpointed what my type is yet (and these reasons may be relevant to how i behave in my current situation).

my childhood trauma remains to be unresolved, i'm definitely seeking therapy once i leave my parent's house. my mum has been the main cause of my trauma so i guess you could call her the abuser but that's a lot… that makes it seem as if she's a monster. but i suppose abuse perpetuator and monster doesn't have to be equivalent. and maybe i'm just having a hard time accepting i was abused. anyway my uni has some free counselling services so i'll make use of that and then get therapy if possible. although, my mum has been much better in terms of emotional negligence and corporal punishments. she was much more educated on healthy parenting after i'm around 12 to 13. but that doesn't change the fact i'm still mentally traumatised. it seems like she moved on but, for me, it is so so sooo hard to make sense of things.

i'm generally quite sheltered by my family as well because the country (third-world) we live in isn't the safest which also resulted in how we don't get to interact with much strangers or new people to bring some element of surprise into our lives. this also means i'm not aware of the different dynamics out there in society or much about myself because i'm not certain how i actually respond to new situations or certain types of people.

to be a little more specific, i'll write how i see my mental health state in a timeline format:

0-12 i'm busy dealing with a mum who has a bad temper, would hit me and invalidate my emotions. i don't have much specific memories but i suppose this is my impression of my childhood.

12-16 things has gotten much better i home but i don't actually feel safe, i still flinch after my mum loses her temper and is insanely concerned of any conflict (e.g. if she and my dad quarrels, it may snowball into a problem involving me and my sibling because she's in a bad mood so somehow anything she choose to do is justified) and then covid happened, my mental health was probably the lowest here, i thought about suicide, i just wanted everything to end and also maybe have my feelings validated for once. additionally, this was the time i probably spent a lot of time dwelling on my racial identity. i come from a background of two cultures/countries and i've been the only kid of such a background in school (aside from my sibling, of course) so i felt quite lonely and couldn't find someone who i could figure this out with. plus my parents, especially my mum, didn't even take the effort to learn my dad's language so i'm just like eh, who are you to pressure us to balance both languages? but, obviously, i managed to balance those two languages along with english very well because i do care about my cultural heritages. though, sometimes, i do wonder if i've made my identity too much about being biracial… i've come to terms with this much better though, i can accept both sides of me well despite my mum's opinions. oh and did i mention how my mum also liked to check my phone? yeah, so she does that and i liked to read smut. i knew i wasn't supposed to read them at that age so i was worried and felt so uptight all the time. oh well. but then she always tells me she respects my privacy so she doesn't read my journals and i know she doesn't, she genuinely respects my privacy in that regard. i think there's more stuff she's done but i can't recall right now. oh. so she has some, in my opinion, dramatic reactions or overreactions to something insanely small, again in my opinion. like if i sneeze or show symptoms of being sick or just losing my phone or if she loses her phone. with the sickness thing, i sort of get it. as a child i didn't have the strongest immune system so i got sick more than the average child so that was a lot of work for her so i guess that justifies her reactions? but i get so scared, every. single. time. and with the phone thing, i know she's very concerned about her personal data being out there and maybe because she went through more than a decade ago that related to having gangs terrorising her family. but as a child, it triggers my fawn mode and i seem to normalise this sort of behaviour from her as time goes on as in i think this is how i should react? how i should panic when something concerning happens to me instead of calmly finding a solution instead? although, as i've grown older, i tell myself to breath and slow down when i see that she panics and as a result trigger me.

16-18, i'm still building myself up from what happened nearly my whole life. i took the time for self-help books, some philosophy and psychology so i have a better idea of how to get out of the old thought process of younger me. i do have to say i'm doing much better. and i'm happy to share last night i cried many, many happy tears, because i realised i was free. as in free from abuse and emotional terrors. and truly free because i'm an adult so i can take of my wellbeing and leave completely if i ever need to take that step to feel truly safe. at this moment, i also figured out why i cried for this specific for a romantasy book (blood and ash by jennifer armentrout) i read at 15/16, the female lead was essentially monitored her whole life which she believed was for her safety but as she had a taste of freedom with the male lead, she realised her whole life has been a lie. and one night, when the male lead was away and she was not guarded by anyone, not even the male lead's guards, and the door was open, she pushed it lightly and she realised she was truly, truly free, she could run, she could do whatever she wanted, she didn't even have to stay with the male lead. and i bawled at this part. i think teen me wanted this feeling so i empathised with her greatly and last night, upon realising i had what she had, i cried too. like, yes, i'm actually free!

wew, seems like i wrote quite a bit for the reasons sections. well, i wouldn't mind any second perspective on thoughts or advice if my thinking process or judgement seems limited.

now onto the stuff i initially wanted some advice on.

for context, i am currently on a gap year, uni starts in a few months for me. but with all the free time i'm getting, it's getting boring. i find my life to be so stagnant, like i can't do anything. but, technically, i also can. so maybe i'm choosing to not engage with the possibilities…?

i know i have access to a lot of things to add some spark to my life. i can read books, watch shows, etc. i also have access to a range of art materials, watercolour sets, drawing tablet, origami paper, piano, you name it. i haven't been using the piano, though. i don't really like playing with my parents in earshot. i know they're trying to be supportive and all that… like my dad comes around and dance and tap on the keys for fun when i'm figuring out the music sheet. my mum would compliment me from time to time. but i really just want to be alone, alone with my feelings specifically. when they can hear me playing, it's as if my emotions are on display or as if whatever i write in my diary is for eyes of the public which i do not appreciate.

we also have some exercising equipment at home but i don't like using them, it's boring to run in the same spot for hours on end per week. i did try running on there for like ten days, i'd say. but it was mainly because i liked seeing how many calories i burnt on my watch and meet weekly exercise targets.

but i want more options, i want to go out more whilst also feeling safe doing so. i want to go for a walk in my neighbourhood at 05:30 or 18:00 when it's dark and feel safe enough to have earphones on or have shorts on in this humid and hot weather i'm in.

i want to explore the city, go on an city adventure and walk on the streets without concern of being sexually harassed or robbed.

i know these latter two could be achieved once i start uni because the country i'm going to is much safer so i'll definitely make use of all the resources i can. whether it be to paint in parks, go on morning runs or sign myself up to a rock climbing club.

i mean i do spend my time now to get myself ready for uni: course enrolment, course planning, dorm stuff, packing and organising, planning for orientation week, learning about the city, etc. i also set aside for psych stuff, currently really focused on type theory hence why i'm here. though, i suppose i could take some online courses on excel or something… or learn knitting… but that's still at home, sigh. i'm picking up maths recently the past few days as revision and also so i could have maths tutoring as a side hustle.

i'm also in the process of getting back into proper routine of sleeping and waking on time. my mum says i've lost my typical routine when school was still a thing, she says the busier my life is, the better scheduled my day was. not sure why i'm like that but it is true. though, i have been doing a lot of self-introspection and figuring out what i want to get out of my uni life so i wouldn't say my time has been unproductive.

with all that said, i would appreciate some of your thoughts and opinions on how i could deal with this feeling of stagnation and just lack of newness or movement forward in my life despite my current living circumstance? oh and speaking of stagnation, i suppose i have to say, most or if not all of my classmates are in college now, leaving only me still study-less so perhaps some part of me feel behind and left out, hm. but, i do have to confirm, a bigger part of me wants to deal with the stagnation.

thank you so much for your time, mbti-notes.

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Your question is difficult to respond to, not because it's especially complicated, but because the notion of "possibility" is really quite vast. I would indeed tell you to explore more possibilities, but I can't really provide detailed suggestions when I don't know the exact circumstances of where you live and what is/isn't feasible (with regard to safety). You're going to have to explore your environment a bit and check out what is available to you.

There's only one point that sticks out at me in response to the possibilities you've already put forth. I noticed that they are mainly solitary activities for skill building or general enjoyment. Solitary activities aren't going to remove that feeling of being "sheltered", in fact, they might even exacerbate feelings of boredom or isolation.

Human beings need social stimulation and warm companionship in order to feel that life is full and meaningful. Oftentimes, other people provide inspiration and catalyst to move forward in new ways. I'm guessing this is the missing ingredient in your brainstorming?

I don't know how the need to socialize would translate into your particular circumstances, though. Online socializing isn't good enough. Surely, there is some other relatively safe place you could spend time in other than your own home? Normally, I'd suggest things like volunteer for a good cause, get a part-time job, or join a club. To build skills, do so with others, by taking group classes that allow you to meet new people. If there are any opportunities like this available to you, take advantage of them.

[noirshitsuji]

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Shower epiphanies and other pubescent miracles: of Marichat, emotional teenage delinquency, adults' questionable understanding of how the world works or should work, political power play, investigations, reveals, memes, half-baked meta, and the first-ever Save Nooroo Foundation (that the author is aware of). Or, simply put: canon on crack, featuring Adrien “romantic pro-gamer” Agreste, Marinette ”Schroedinger’s Very Tired™ friend” Dupain-Cheng, Gabriel “you don't need the two most powerful objects in the universe, you just need a therapist” Agreste, Plagg and Tikki “five more minutes of this and they'll be throwing hands with the Meta Consciousness for putting them here" the kwamis, and many, many more.

Main relationships: Lovesquare, DJWIFI (morphing into Chloninya), unhinged Gabenath, and team dynamics

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I Know What You Did in the Cat-acombs - collab fic w/ @galahadwilder, @maggies-scribblings, and @veebeejeebies (366 kudos total)

Two part-time superheroes get lost in the creepy catacombs, but spooky skeletons, rabid rats and akuma apparitions are the least of their problems. Written for the @mlwritersguild's October 2020 Event, for the prompt 'Haunted House'.

Main relationship: Lovesquare/Adrienette main

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i'm just so bad at things i don't understand (20 comment threads total)

Human!AU. Tikki and Plagg are childhood friends who fell apart following a tragedy at their hometown in Normandy, but one day Plagg walks into her confiture shop in Paris asking for her help and she finds herself unable to refuse him. Working out their own ghosts is not their only problem, though, not when the son of Paris' most infamous fashion magnate runs away and collides with them. *** She regrets it. Of course she regrets it: yesterday she got blinded by the image of the boy she used to know, the one who lived on the dairy farm just outside of Saintévie with his dad and their workers and no siblings and thus no friends to speak of at all, not until he’d met her and the rest of them, at least. He was always a shadow, though, and they’d all told him as much once and he’d jokingly replied that there was only one sun he’d ever want to be cast off from but wouldn’t tell them which, and it hurts her to think he might have meant– Maybe shadows are the burns suns never get to inflict upon the land, Tikki thinks, but if they have no sun to follow, their tendrils turn into annihilating flames. Maybe this is why the fire started.

Main relationships: Plagg/Tikki, Plagg & Adrien & Tikki, Tikki & Marinette, Adrienette

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well somewhere along the way in our words i must've gotten lost (45 bookmarks total)

Written for a blog request for the @mlwritersguild: Beelya where Queen Bee visits the Césaire house after Alya writes an article about her fighting Mr. Pigeon alone. Normally Chloé would like the publicity but Alya had titled it ‘The Birds and the Bees’. After that she ends up coming back to complain about her mother. And her father. And about the fact that her oldest friend seems uncomfortable around her. Her visits becomes weekly, then almost nightly. (Don’t forget to include Chloé redemption (and some “Bee Movie” jokes).) * Alya isn’t quite sure how she ended up here, in a place where she isn’t even surprised Chloé would seek her out to talk about her dad, where she wouldn’t even mind her doing so, where she would expect it, where she would– (–thud. She might be in trouble.)

Main relationships: Alya/Chloe, Team Miraculous

Fifth most words:

tried to touch you but you're cutthroat (stay to see it unfold) (4,426 words total; technically #2 in this list is the fifth longest, but I thought I'd discounted in the interest of showcasing more stuff)

If you scratch your claws against enough things, eventually everything around you's gonna give. It's not science. It's what being a Cat Wielder is. Some of them just learn it the hard way. (Or: The life and times of Chloe Bourgeois.)

Main relationships: Chloe/Luka, Team Miraculous (AU - Black Cat!Chloe and Ladybug!Luka)

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Similarly to Coco, my shortest is also a Valentines Day drabble for the @mlwritersguild event last year.

too much could be an overdose (100 words total)

Main relationship: Adrino

Tagging all the people in #2 and whoever else wants to do this!

[aesthetease]

It took me a while to register that my sister just got married. I barely told anyone, it didn't even strike me as a life event until long after. I was almost bewildered to see her packing and moving out after the ceremonies. I don't know why my silly little brain thought she was somehow going to continue staying across the room from mine.

For 11 years I was akin to a co-parent. I used to believe it was a given that I would be exclusively taking care of her for life since 2013. I'm only starting to recall how different a human I was before then: 21, just becoming a person, when my joys and sorrows were my own. Then her mind broke. Then my joys and sorrows were bordered by hers, by what it meant for her. I couldn't tell where she ended and I began. In small talk when asked if we're close I'd hold the longest uncertain pause before nodding with a blithe 'yeah!'. You're supposed to give an easy answer but any question about her always hit too close to the bone. Attempts at being open about it tended to result in judgement or the barely stifled grimace of those who have never known madness. The need to talk about it, to seek solicitude, clashed with the fiercer need to protect her against the casual cruelty of friends who would never understand.

I'd see other people's sibling relationships following their parallel arcs, their generally mellow patterns of independence, friendly squabbles, and mutual support, while the greater part of my twenties revolved around printing stacks of research and resources and quotes to refer to when everything got bad. Mulling through childhood events and family dynamics and generational trauma and trying to find answers. I know for some siblings and families it's forever. I know some need to be caregivers for life. I know for some there never are reconciliations and resolutions and recoveries. It is a privilege I don't take lightly that we found our way through and that she is finding her way into a life with someone.

I struggled to find my own words for this particular articulation of siblinghood, even through years of reading or talking or writing about mental health and caregiving. There was a measure of stark dissociation between my home life, my internal life and public life. Part of this self-compartmentalisation comes from being an immigrant (a term I feel ambivalent using on myself because I'm so acclimated to this country it feels unfitting to me, but ultimately I am) and the ways I fold away parts of myself. To be first generation Indian is to be seen as already a sort of crazy or an as yet undetonated bomb of crazy. So I tried folding away the madness and dysfunction with the other aspects of foreignness or excess, like too-hard epiglottal consonants, licking dripping food from bare fingers and so on. There's also something about being a small, insular sort of family the way mine is, which makes it feel that somehow invariably we're all we have in this place we've made a life in, that we're the only people who can make sense of ourselves. Maybe that's something I need to unpack.

We're in our thirties. The timelines fall away. We'll never be okay, I think, I don't think you're ever okay after your mind breaks. I can be in any crowd anywhere and there's always a part of me that is thinking about the unspoken shadows all around, inhabiting everyone and every space. Finding the light is a constant effort of defiance against the all-consuming, ever-present dark. We will go on our paths from here and find our own light but this darkness will be ours, the particular darkness that held us and that passed through us.

[exclamaquest]

Would ya look at that? I got powers au brainrot now lmao. A few questions!

1) So I'm getting the idea that the remnants want to get rid of Hopes Peak because of all of the unethical shit, but what about Junko? And a few follow-ups, why does she go to the remnants alone and not with Mukuro? What is the relationship between those two also?

2) You said something about miu startin an uprising, does that include just the v3 kids or do the the kids join in? And do they eventually team up w/ the remnants?

3) what's the dynamic between mukuro kaito and maki?? Iirc you mentioned something about that a bit ago?

4) do they have like, costumes or something? Because with the whole 'hopes peak exploiting kids by using their public image to sell merch' thing, Id assume they just wouldn't let them go about in plain clothing?

5) what's ur stance on fanart?? I love this au bro and I kinda wanna draw something??

Rip that was a lot, and you don't have to answer everything obviously but I'm just rly curious abt this au cuz it's just rly fun to think about?? Anyways, thats all I got rn, hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :D

1) junko is portrayed as the dumb ditzy bad girl, same as her mentor, ibuki. she HATES it with a passion and wants out. so when the remnants "die", of course she finds them and springs them. and of course mukuro comes with her. what she doesn't count on is mukuro going back. they're a lot more realistic siblings in this au i think FDSKFSD mukuro isn't just blind devotion. she makes her own choices, even when it's hard.

2) yeah!! she gets in contact with junko after a LOT of stuff goes down and basically convinces them to help take down hope's peak in a more constructive way. there's a cool parallel of chiaki trying from the inside, junko from the outside, and miu from somewhere in the middle. she's making her own path.

3) i'm just gonna copy some notes in here FKDSKFDS

"Makoto refuses to take a sidekick and Mukuro gets saddled with two. Kaito and Maki.

In spite of not being the “leader” or paired up with Makoto, he still tries to fill the role. He’s Luminary, getting the chance to guide others! To pep them up and help them out! Tenko does not take super well to these attempts to be the unofficial leader. They clash a lot at first.

Kaito was originally going to be Makoto’s sidekick. Not even for battle reasons, but to groom Kaito into being the next leader. He has the looks. He has the presence. He has the desire to be the hero. What he doesn’t have is the ability to come back from death like Makoto can. Makoto puts down his fist and pulls all the strings he can get to reject Kaito and transfer him to Mukuro. Because he trusts Mukuro to keep him safe, which is more than Mukuro could ever hope for because she's a defector from the Remnants, and now she’s being trusted!

The moment they try to pair Makoto and Kaito together is the same moment Makoto realizes that Hope’s Peak truly doesn’t care about them. They’re setting Kaito up to be a martyr. He's brash and stubborn and self-sacrificing and so so so starry eyed when it comes to Hope’s Peak and powers and he is going to get himself killed! And Hope's Peak knows and they know this kid idolizes the heroes and the school and the idea of being a hero and still they do not care! There is no way Kaito will not die. Even after this Kaito blames Makoto. He had the chance to be a star, to really help people, and in his eyes Makoto took that chance away."

and

"Maki’s whole life is for the orphanage. Her entire worth is her worth as a weapon, in order to support the orphanage financially. She volunteers to be an assassin in place of her girl best friend. Assassin training is a lot of torture essentially. Because of this, being a healer hits her hard. She's not allowed to fight because she has to stay behind to heal. She feels useless. She’s not being utilized to her full potential. This is entirely purposeful on Hope’s Peak’s part.

Maki’s healing powers are also a big part of why Makoto pushes for Kaito to be put with Mukuro. Kaito is gonna die. Might as well have someone who can help him.

Maki’s power is so incompatible with her image of herself. This isn’t what she does. She's a weapon. And weapons don't heal.

Miu and Angie are jealous of Maki. Angie subtly and subconsciously. She’s almost passive aggressive about it. Miu loudly. Miu calls her names at breakfast and she just takes it. Not only can Maki touch others, but she can help them.

Nobody gets what they want.

After Kaito dies or nearly dies, and then comes back he starts pulling Makotos. Maki's always there to bring him back. Until she isn’t.

Mukuro and her idiots. The four of them (Mukuro, Hiro, Maki and Kaito) work as a cohesive unit. Mukuro the reluctant older sister, Hiro falling into the role he usually fills and swearing to be better this time. Both of them seeking some sort of redemption."

4) all their canon outfits are their costumes. they're chosen to fit a specific image. most of them HATE their costumes at the beginning, and even the ones that like them (miu, celestia) grow to despise them.

5) i would be so much more than okay w fanart you have no idea i would love love love to see whatever anyone makes about any of my aus!!!

don't apologize i love answering stupid long asks ive got one im working on rn actually!! im really glad you like powers au theres a LOT to cover ive only barely scratched the surface of!! and good day/night to you too!! im about to pass out right after answering this fKDSKFS

[sponfawn]

Color-in-laws Part 2

Brick and Buttercup

Another of my favorite non-ship relationships. For most of the fic, Brick and Buttercup are pretty apathetic and neutral towards each other. They don't dislike each other but dont really seek out each other's company either. Not that Brick necessarily seeks anyone's company much, but compared to Bubbles for example, they don't tend to directly interact quite as consistently when in a group.

They're actually pretty comfortable with each other. They casually share a dance program leaflet at Blossom's induction dance, they sometimes hit Butch together, and are generally pretty chill with each other (as much as Brick can be considered chill). I think they share that sullen "ugh this is such a drag" teen angst moreso than most of their siblings, so there's some unspoken solidarity there. We see it during the photo shoot, where Buttercup jokingly begs him to mercy kill her and Brick joins in on insulting the photographer. Where Bubbles enjoys it, and Blossom tries to cling to her last shreds of dignity by being mature, Buttercup is totally vocal and sarcastic about her distaste. Compared to his brothers, Brick is most like Buttercup in that way. If Boomer was there he'd probly fawn over how cute Bubbles was in her costumes, and Butch would just laugh and have a grand ol' time making fun of them. They're pretty good at finding humor or other things that they can enjoy, while Brick (and to a slightly lesser extent, Buttercup) tends to wallow in his bad mood and focus on how unpleasant a situation is. (As a side note, Brick is interestingly the only one of the Boys who shares a common interest with all 3 of the Girls - dance, art, and cars)

Brick obviously has conflicts with her at various times through the story. I mean they're 2 of the most hotheaded characters. But Brick has the shortest fuse by far. When Buttercup and Bubbles go to the apartment for the first time, he's livid. Yet interestingly enough, Buttercup is totally unfazed and just ignores the yelling like it's a normal conversation. When he continues, she nonchalantly tells him to calm down. She doesn't take it personally and honestly doesn't care, which actually shows some maturity that Blossom lacks. She just treats him like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The only times she really gets pissed at him is when he's hurt or insulted one of her sisters, and he pretty much always reacts to her anger in equal measure.

What's interesting about their conflicts tho, is that while there are a reasonable amount of them, they tend to get over them relatively quickly and then go back to their normal interactions like nothing happened. Generally speaking, I think this is cuz Buttercup doesn't hold grudges over verbal insults and raised voices as easily as Blossom and Brick. She's actually quite tolerant toward him. I say that cuz we know if it was just on Brick, they'd never be chill with each other. But once she cools down and everyone's ok, shes over it and can interact like normal, which allows him to do so as well.

At least until after Brick broke Blossom's heart and almost made Butch into a shishkabob. That's the point where Buttercup draws the line, and she holds resentment and suspicion about it. When he's met with confrontation and unwelcome inquiries, he tends to get super defensive and irritable. And before that point in the story, Buttercup basically brushed him off. But now she just has no patience for his pissbaby tantrums, and their dynamic has changed drastically because of that. On a related note, where Brick normally became furious when others confronted him about Blossom specifically, he now has some mixed reactions. Towards Julie and others calling out their mutual attraction, he's his usual cranky grouch self. But when Buttercup, who had the context of the situation, brings up Blossom's feelings for him, he goes deer-in-headlights. He doesn't know how to respond at all. And so far, she's the only one with the context who's said anything to him. He may react the same way to Bubbles if she brought it up, but as it is this is an interaction currently exclusively between Brick and Buttercup, which I think says something about their relationship. Buttercup doesn't care enough about decorum or social niceties to tiptoe around the issue, and Brick is someone who is used to being tiptoed around (at least in sensitive matters, by his peers/brothers). And I think it makes for some fun tension that really works.