#but theres no way of saying that without sounding like youre fishing for sympathy

[cinderellakinnie]

putting an entire weighted blanket on your chest does not help the chest feelings as it turns out

[angry-geese]

47 & 50 ?

Hi! Sorry it took me a bit to answer this one but I wanted to wait until I got to my laptop so copy pasting the chapter sneak-peek was easier lol

47 - what fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

tbh i really couldn't say. though i do have one older fic in mind but its a jjba x reader and its called devil town (ao3 link because i prefer ao3 for multi chapter fics)

for jjk im not really sure. my first instinct is to say blood ties just because its a multi-chapter fic and i know on tumblr those dont do nearly as well

50 - a teaser of an upcoming chapter?

i went with chapter 29 of blood ties since its my only multi chapter wip lol and it ended up being a bit long so its under a cut. since its my rough draft theres probably going to be a few spelling/grammer errors since i haven't gone back through to check for those yet

“Watch them open the prison realm and it's just empty,” you say.

“Don't joke about that.” James says, swing his fist into your shoulder.

“Why not?” You say with a scoff. “No one else is gonna do it. I can think of a million different ways this goes wrong.”

What if they can't get the prison realm open? What if something happens to Gojo while he’s inside? What if Gojo is trapped in there until the end of time?

Couldn't Kenjaku, in theory, cast the prison realm to the deepest depths of the ocean, leaving the currents and silt to bury it? There's how many miles of ocean floor? You could spend every minute of each day for the next century searching for him, and never find him.

Because we know more about the moon’s surface, than we do about our own oceans. All he’d have to do is head to some place—the Marianas trench, or whatnot—and toss it in. How would you get Gojo back then?

Without the front of the prison realm, there is no opening it. So if Kenjaku were to cast it aside—toss it into the deepest depths of the ocean, or cast it into some volcano where it’ll be impossible to fish him out—there would be no freeing Gojo. No Gojo means that you, and everyone you care about, are completely fucked.

“I'm counting on Geto still being alive in there.” James says, bringing his hand up to inspect his nails. “I could still sense his soul—it's not like it's missing. He's still rattling around in that skull, right alongside Kenjaku.”

“So Geto’s alive?” Asks Kirara.

You flinch at the sound of their voice. You forgot they were there.

“If you want to go by technicalities, then no, not really.” He says. “There's no brain activity on his end. Think of it like a brain transplant; if you’re medically brain dead, and someone who’s not medically brain dead gets theirs transplanted into your body, is that still technically you? Are you the brain, or the body?”

“The brain?” You say. But it comes out as more of a question, than an answer.

How would that even work? The human brain holds everything a person is, or once was, or ever will be. All your thoughts, your ideas, your memories. Without that, your body is simply a husk. Or does the soul exist outside of these two physical things? What truly makes your body yours in that case?

“I can only assume that what Geto’s dealing with is akin to being in a coma.” He continues. “Or maybe locked-in syndrome is a better word for it. He’s likely aware of what’s going on, but has no control over his body. But instead of not being able to move at all, he’s being puppeted.”

That sounds… awful. There's a million other fates you’d let happen to you, before you’d allow something like that.

plus here's a little bit from my outline of chapter 32 :)

It's not until you're alone that you can truly bask in his presence.

The bed dips under your weight as you sit. You shed your bag, and coat, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Your sword is set down with far more care.

You're reluctant to let yourself relax. To give in and be comforted. But you can only hold off for so long, letting your body sink into the coolness of his.

Choso’s kindness isn't sympathy; it's the real thing. And you’re not certain how to deal with that. To allow yourself to be handled with care. The love you both know is not a soft one. It hurts. All it's ever done is hurt.

Fanfic ask game

[arielkrupnik]

in peacock victory

Yours truly,

parades your name around with good old wholesome prostitution in peacock victory peacock victory. At all sides, and whatever’s 'left' is 'right'fully yours Soon enough, all that will be left of us are the sacred souvenirs; the dreams Of all we had together, even now I still remember beyond what we had... I remember memories that we never created Thoughts so fresh as as'sault'ed vegetables and all 'pepper'ed fruit I miss it all because i know we're missing out I anticipate seeing it and always did when it was right it front of me: We would've sounded alike because we were always at each others throat We would've argued just to have our form of healthy revenge With exclusive repercussions We played with fire in order to dance like little biblical candles. And now when we are together we are never more apart But to be a part of you and not apart from you is truly great and grateful- the biggest secret everyone knows about. My only difference about who I was then and who I am now

is that you’re not around Our only difference was who each of us would love. My love will not age

The absence of it will sharpen it, but the presence will strengthen it And my affection for you will always begin to continue again with or without you; wither without you. You were the best gift you could have given me I respect what you cherished,

I honor what you treasured in peacock victory. The immortal wisdom, and theres more for all I saved the words you've spoken I rescued them and gave them shelter by quickly constructing temples over each sentence Giving rise and power to your calm concentrated charm I was not thinking, when I built you a playhouse from my mental blocks It had everything but the kitchen sink But the sink was shipping And now, the ship is sinking. Now the cows wont come home because they're too busy being milked for blood Now all the cowboys ride seahorses, and horses lay eggs

And I, have the heart to have a sweet tooth for sweet hearts... In here, in our rose-tinted world, our talk lives in candy-coated language We whisper sweet somethings in exchanges of sugar-frosted mutilation Ashes of ice-cream Revolutionary cremations left in peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory. My duck of several diamonds, my feelings for you are rarefied in you only Even though I have chivalry for all sexes and all walks of life, my feelings kneel before the wisdom of our truce Before a snake eye for a bulls eye, a tooth for a truth. The spacious truth you possess has great and gracious use of clues and hints of mint expressions The precious color hair is a renewal of a thousand heads nodding in approval The sewn stare is disguised as safe sugar white wedding cake eyes Encased in silk infant skin, and the flavored scent of white light You lay 'bear' traps you made,

by your bare 'honey' thighs. And the guys, are sharks that sharpen their share of sympathy within shimmering sheets of sheer teeth And the guys, are monkeys, that go "apeshit" over their egos and then and then go to heaven again and again And the girls, are young widows whom have never lost someone, that spin little cobwebs for little piss ants to get caught in And the girls, are kangaroos that hope to hop to abortion clinics. Although, the mermaids finally walk and the roosters cluck at night Although the elephants finally give birth to rats and the penguins take flight So when pigs can fly, we'll get a piggy back ride, in peacock victory peacock victory. Crabs responses are no longer being cooked in deadpans for anybody Giraffes control traffic without controlling anything And you, my blessed and beloved baby lamb, should tell me so i no longer have to guess: how in the hell is it that you could smell of so much yes?! Wanting answers

because all i have is questionable patience I want to speak in body language and truly feel our conversation, in peacock victory.

And I, will hug you so hard, that I will truly break your heart, just so you could dance me inside Like a little biblical candle inside peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory. Will you, wont you, will you, wont you join the dance?! All stuffed animals and stuffed noses will be but a far course heal away from this real world of clean germs, and stuffed cabbage for your stuffed rabbit All the fish in the sea are jealous of a pearl like you, and these fish will continue this jealousy until they drown Me, I walk on water because I cant swim. Although, this beaten and battered bat out of hell is now singing his swan song Singing it all the way, for all to hear Me, I have so many hearts on my sleeve that it leaves my own beauty so well-concealed, that I cant be proud You, give me enough pride to wear you like a shield, and I wear you out. You, have the beauty that will never allow you to be ignored You, my love for you,

is greater than what my heart could contain And in the midst of all of this, I thank you for being you And one of these days I will say all this,

all to your face And I cannot wait to be so brave Until then, silence now, for peacock victory sake And if I should die before you wake, let my words be at your grace. Calm. Calm Sshh slow... and... steady Slow... and... steady Let sweet somethings mean something sweet Hush a soft whisper on a soft cheek Close your eyes and be at peace. Sleep well I know I will if I know you will I know you well, and knowing you, how else am I to sleep at night But in peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory and peacock pride.