#i have ti catch up but I procrastinate

[valkyrietookmoved]

I want to go to sleep and not wake up for like... A whole week....

[mkkk12345]

Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

[allllium]

The Perfect Gift

~ Today is my birthday and I immediately thought about Remus being the best boyfriend ever so here's something short and sweet about Remus being amazing for your birthday <3

~ Fluff, Remus being a little insecure, WC: 963

~ Remus gets you the perfect birthday gift

Remus was really nervous. He often is around you but this time it's worse. Today is your birthday and he got you what at the time seemed like a great gift, but now, after seeing the things you got from everything else, he doesn't feel like it's so great anymore.

All day he has seen you get these amazing, slightly expensive gifts, all of which now make his gift pale in comparison. He decided not to buy you anything this year, feeling like nothing was good enough for you, instead he made you something. More like he tries to make something and ending up needing his mum to help him.

He holds the bag tentatively in his hand. A simple black bag with a ribbon of your favorite color keeping it tied. He makes his way to the muggle restaurant you agreed to meet at for dinner. After spending all day at a birthday party with your friends and family, you went shopping with a couple close friends to get new clothes for a fancy dinner.

"Rem!" You light up when you see him. You'd just gotten there moments before and decided to wait outside until he showed up.

"Hi angel." He greets in a gently murmur, pulling you in for a quiet kiss.

"You got me a gift?" You smile and ask. Of course you expected it considering Remus gets you gifts more often than you can count.

"Obviously. I love any day where I can celebrate you." He begins to walk into the restaurant as if he didn't just make you swoon. You move quickly to catch up and grab his hand.

"What is it?" You question inpatiently. You've been waiting all day for this, not just for a gift but getting a gift from him specifically. You know whatever is in that bag will be much more thoughtful and meanful to you than anything else you've gotten today. Everything else were things that people spent a lot of money on to make up for the up they don't really know what you would want. Remus knows.

"You're gonna have to wait till after dinner."

"Awwww why?" You immediately whine.

"Cause I said so."

"Meanie." You whisper, walking up towards the hostess.

Dinner lasts well over an hour. Well dinner lasted about 20 minutes once you got your food, but you and Remus stayed far longer. You spent the time talking and laughing and on Remus's end clearly procrastinating giving you your gift.

You know he's doing this because he's been fiddling with the ribbon and steering the conversation away from it every time.

"So what's making you overthink this time?"

For a moment he gives you a strange look but he quickly smiles and asks what you mean.

"Well you won't give me the gift which wouldn't matter except you've been really excited about it for weeks. Obviously you're thinking about something and I guarantee you have no reason to." You swiftly explain.

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't get you a gift. I made you one well my mother and I made you one. But I don't know if it'll match up to the other gifts you got today." He shyly says. His face turning a shade of red.

"You made me something?" You grin wildly at him and his overly sweet heart. "Gimme it. Please."

"I don't know maybe I should get you something else."

"Hell no. Hand it over before I come over this table and get it myself." The threat comes out of your mouth before you have the opportunity to stop it. Remus only smiles at you, both because he knows you'll actually do it and it makes him feel slightly better about his strange insecurity.

He finally sighs and hands over the bag. Knowing he really has no choice. He watches anxiously as you carefully pull off the ribbon and remove the tissue paper. Watching as your face drops and eyes slightly tear. For a moment he thinks he was right in being scared but you jump out of your seat and move to his side of the table. Your chair scraps loudly against the tile floor and he winces at the noise.

At his side of the table you hug him enough to push the air out of his lungs. You grab his face and give him many quick kisses, ignoring the strange looks from people at surrounding tables.

"I love it. I love it. I love you!" You exclaim.

"Are you sure?" He asks, confused by your out of ordinary outburst.

"Remus this is the best gift I've ever gotten. I love you so much." You immediately ask him to put it on you. Lighting up even more if possible when you look down at your wrist to see the gorgeous bracelet. The gorgeous bracelet that your amazing boyfriend, and his mum, hand made just for you. The gorgeous bracelet with carved, metal charms dangling from it. The gorgeous bracelet that somehow fits you perfectly.

"I thought that I could make you more charms as time goes on. Things that represent what we are together, y'know." You look at him for a split second, with tears in your eyes, before looking back down to closely admire the charms you already have. As of right now there's a wolf, a star, a flower, and a sun. The sun is special. You flip it over to see a small engraved heart with both your initials in it.

"You are the most perfect man to exist." You turn to him and say. "Seriously this is the best gift ever."

"I love you." He says. Standing from his chair and pulling you in by the waist.

Putting your head against his, you whisper, "I love you more."

[sanaxo-o]

How about you? (Lee Hyunjae)

Genre/Warnings: strangers to kind of friends (?), mentions of reader being drunk, office worker hyunjae and reader, fluff, comfort, Hyunjae is down bad for the reader :), if you guys want a sequel then let me know! I got butterflies writing this short story but idk if it would be the same for you guys lol

Word count: 1,389

Sana: of course I had to write on the song TBZ just released. I am totally NOT procrastinating on my series (I am) I promise I will write the next part soon but since I am in Goa I had to write something for Hyunjae since he is so summer coded for me <3 (this is not a summer based fic…) thank you @o-onikix for beta reading even tho you didn’t really add anything 😐 (she was so sweet. She said this fic is perfect). Proofread once so plz let me know if there are any mistakes lol

Tagging: @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu special tag for @from-izzy (plz tell me you’re alive) @deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark

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Sitting in his chair, Hyunjae couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter every time he glanced at you.

This was something he never thought he would feel for you out of all the people from the office.

It’s not like you were bad or something, he just didn’t know you well enough to think he would catch such feelings for you.

You were not strangers nor were you both friends. You both just had a mutual understanding of each other’s existence and said hi or hello when passing by.

I mean yeah, you were pretty and you had a cute laugh but that's besides the point.

He only came to know about these feelings after having a proper conversation with you at the company dinner.

The way your drunk body kept on leaning against Hyunjae made his cheeks heat up as he held onto you tightly to make sure you didn't fall down.

He still remembers the way you kept on mumbling to yourself quietly with that small pout on your lips as you sat beside him with your red cheeks.

He never thought he’d be bothered about your muttering like this, but here he was, finding those small little things about you adorable.

Looking up from his computer screen Hyunjae could feel his heart take a leap when you looked up and made eye contact with him.

Immediately flashing you a nervous smile he could feel fire seeping out of his ears out of embarrassment for smiling so weirdly.

Bringing his hand up to his chest he held it over his heart as he felt his heart beating at a fast pace.

Leaning back in his chair, Hyunjae couldn’t help but let out a small squeal when he thought back to the moment when you looked him in the eye.

The way you just looked so effortlessly beautiful in your outfit with your hair tied up in your claw clip…

He admired you for putting so much effort and thought into your outfits everyday in the morning and coming all presentable.

He looked forward to seeing you everyday, that was one of the reasons he got out of his bed. Despite dreading the work piling up on his desk he couldn’t help but just think about you.

He hates to admit it to himself, but he totally does think about you every night. The way your face flashes before his eyes the moment he closes them makes him wide awake as he thinks about how it would be like to spend his days with you.

You were such a stranger to him but now? You were more than that. If you were to be a stranger to him then you were a pretty stranger for sure.

Despite the strong feelings he has for you, deep down he is afraid to even take a step closer towards you and make a move on you.

He’s afraid that he might make you uncomfortable, of course he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anxious.

Standing up with a smile, he walked towards the lunchroom to make himself a cup of coffee. If he wanted to get through the dreadful day (not so much since he saw you) he would at least need a cup of coffee by his table.

Entering the area he could feel his heart stopping as he saw your struggling figure trying to grab the coffee box from the cabinet which was placed at the very back of the cabinet.

Taking slow and steady steps towards you he immediately caught onto you mumbling to yourself and cursing at the person who placed it in that place.

Chuckling a bit, Hyunjae stood behind you and grabbed the box for you.

Turning around you were immediately greeted by Hyunjae’s chest as he stared down at you with a smile while placing the box beside you on the counter.

“Thanks…” you mutter as you grab the coffee box and scurry away from there to make yourself some coffee.

Seeing the way you got embarrassed so quickly made Hyunjae giggle at your shy form.

He didn’t know where he got the confidence and courage to do that from but he knew he had to interact with you in some way.

Walking towards you he took a seat on the chair which was in front of you as he saw you making some hot cup of coffee for yourself.

Looking up at him you smile at him shyly and continue stirring your coffee, too shy to look him in the eye because of the moment back there.

“Isn’t this your second coffee of the day? And it’s only 2…” hyunjae mumbles to you as he stares in your eyes lovingly.

You chuckle shyly at his words and drink some of it, “I always drink a lot of coffee to get through the day.” You tell him while cleaning the place, not wanting to leave any mess behind.

“I don’t think that’s good for your health though.” He says while staring at your cleaning the place. Standing up from the chair, Hyunjae took it upon himself to help you clean as he told you to drink your coffee before it gets cold.

Seeing the hesitation on your face, Hyunjae gave you a small smile and told you not worry too much as he continued with what he was doing.

“Ah and I am sorry…” you mumble to him as you take a small sip of the coffee while staring at his broad shoulders.

Hearing you say those words Hyunjae’s ears immediately perk up in confusion as he stares back at you for a moment as he opens his mouth to say the obvious question, “What are you sorry about?” He questions as he dries his hands and sits in front of you.

“The night at the company dinner, I was all drunk and acting all clingy to you. I am sorry if I possibly made you irritated or uncomfortable.” You apologise formally as you look down in shame and embarrassment.

Hearing you say that Hyunjae couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. He couldn’t help but think just how adorable you looked while apologising for something he didn’t even mind.

In fact he was glad that he talked with you that night, you were drunk so you wouldn’t remember much of what you guys talked but just that small moment you guys shared at the dinner made him want to get to know you more and that was enough for him.

“It’s okay, I found you rather cute.” He said softly as he stared at you as your face turned a shade of pink because of his sudden compliment.

“Thanks I guess…” you mumble shyly as you scratch the back of your neck while looking away from Hyunjae.

“Uh…” Hyunjae stared at you anxiously as he thought back to the words he wanted to say to you, “Are you…free on Saturday night?” He asked shyly.

You look at him with your eyes widened slightly as you let out a small cough, Hyunjae couldn’t help but find that action of yours adorable as he giggled.

Maybe taking a step closer towards you like this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Uh yeah sure…I will send you my address.” You mumble in a hurry as you scurry off from there, too nervous to look at hyunjae.

He looked at your figure as you walked away, the way you stumbled on your way to your seat and the way you smiled slightly to yourself was just so effortlessly beautiful in a way that calmed his heart down.

He just couldn’t find it in him to take his off the small gesture you do, the way you always scratch the back of your neck when you’re embarrassed or when you always mutter under your breath when you’re annoyed or angry at something or someone.

Those little things stay in his mind all day, all circling around his head.

“She said yes…” he muttered to himself. Squealing like a small child Hyunjae couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of you. Again.

“I think I am in love with her. Argh…” yelling in a low voice Hyunjae brought his hands up to hide his face which was starting to flare up in a bright shade of red.

[nayatarot777]

{karma for your abusive mother} ~ oracle pac

• pile one •

cards:

procrastination

lioness ~ "you've earned all your stripes"

angel of alchemy ~ miracle

relinquish control

witch ~ healer

shelegiel ~ angel of snow

raziel ~ angel of mysteries

obsession

today for tomorrow

your mother could have some type of spell-work on her, and if so then i'm hearing that it's a "freezer spell" or something like that. something that is keeping her stuck in the same place. i'm also feeling a chronic sense of wasted potential coming from her. she won't feel satisfied with her life goals and achievements (or lack thereof), and as if she hasn't reached her full potential. maybe she tries to put pressure onto you to be ambitious and get perfect results in school or work because of how much failure she feels within herself, but she's not going to be able to run away from her own insecurities. i'm also seeing that her karma could be you detaching yourself from her. if that is the case, then she'll be forced to watch you be successful.

it seems like she will be codependent on someone else who is quite controlling. she will never be able to catch a break in her life in any capacity, because of her refusal to self-reflect and heal. her karma is to never find whatever it is that she's seeking. she could feel like she's running out of time with something (something that she feels would bring her good luck). the reason why is because she'll be tied down to something or someone. while you're living a better life than she is, she'll be forced to watch you heal and guide yourself to a much better future than she wants for you. when you find your freedom from her, she's going to feel iced out which will come as a shock to her. her karma is to see you grow into the person who you're meant to be, while you leave her behind, stuck in her ways. her karma is seeing you grow into your power and maybe even ice her out emotionally completely. i'm hearing that you're going to look back on all of the lies that your mother raised you to believe about yourself and life in general, and she's going to have to see you grow above that into a whole lot of success. clearing her out of your life will be the way that you heal yourself.

i'm seeing that your mother could be very codependent on you. despite scapegoating you and abusing you. you seem to be someone who she needs. and she's going to have to watch you clear her out of your life and grow your confidence and abundance for yourself afterwards. i'm hearing that people are going to become aware that she's keeping a secret or withholding valuable information. she could actually snitch on herself because i heard "truth serum". she's not going to feel protected, in the same way that she allowed you to feel unprotected too. things are going to be very cold and harsh in her platonic and romantic relationships - if she has any. and whoever she's around will be holding her back in life. i'm seeing her refusing to detach herself from these people, though. even if she could, she's going to feel stuck around them. and i'm hearing that this is because she tried to make you feel tied down to her so her karma is being stuck in a position to feel the same way.

she could develop an addiction to her phone - specifically to compare her own life with other people's or maybe even yours. she's never going to be happy with the way that she looks, her security, even her health. for some of you specifically, i'm seeing that she may have a health issue that she doesn't know about until it's too late. this could have something to do with her lungs or her heart. you standing up to her is also her karma, as well as anyone else who she might abuse and scapegoat. this will be something that she really never thought would've happened. secrets of her's are definitely being exposed - especially related to any addictions that she may keep hidden.

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• pile two •

cards:

fated to suffer

sexuality

princess ~ "you can be your own knight"

amara the menehune ~ "aloha healing"

candles ~ magic

naked before the stars

binah ~ "left eye - knowledge"

gabriel ~ "angel of heralds"

listen to your guardian angel

is this me?

a lot of you in this pile could have mothers who prioritised promiscuity and partners over you. she could be extremely attention seeking, the type of mother to fear maturing and growing old, just wanting to stay in her "party girl" phase. if not, then she's just extremely immature. yeah, a lot of you have mothers who are emotionally and/or mentally stunted. she could've become a mother at a very young age and she doesn't think like a grown adult. because of this, she's fated to fall for the same types of people and situations again and again, causing her a lot of pain and suffering. her karma is that she's going to be forced into self maturing.

her physical looks could decrease in some way, therefore decreasing her dating options/partners. she could be the type of person who relies on her partners for money, or who relies on handouts while using her sexuality to her advantage. she could be a straight up gold digger. but she is being forced onto a healing journey. she could have deep rooted issues surrounding her self-value and her body, and she's going to be forced to heal her relationship with her sexuality. she could literally have a "coming to jesus" moment. and if so, i'm feeling that there's going to be something that she experiences that scares her or shows her a lot about herself. i'm really seeing an expansion of her awareness happening, and although painful, it'll be what's needed for her to question herself and who she is.

just like pile one, your mother could have some type of witchcraft on her - candle magic to be specific. or, for this pile, i'm picking up on the fact that your mother has caused a lot of chaos through candle magic or some other sort of energy manipulation and she's being forced to face all of the consequences of this. i feel like she could have been hit with a return to sender (which is basically just karma). she's going to be forced into looking for a lot more meaning to life than just having sex appeal, men, and money. this may be uncomfortable to hear, since this is your mother we're speaking about, but some sexually explicit content of your mother could be exposed. and if not, then she's going to be gossiped about in relation to who she's sleeping with. i feel like she will be facing a lot of judgement from this. but her karma overall is definitely being forced to gain complete independence for once in her life in a whole new lifestyle.

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• pile three •

cards:

dreams

alone in the world

uriel - angel of flame

sword - "make the change"

unlock your heart

keter: the crown - spirituality

the three fates - "what comes around..."

addicted

beltane - fertility

from "the three fates" card, i'm hearing that her karma is definitely hitting her hard. this was a long time coming and she has really accumulated a lot of negative karma. spirit is saying that she was "idiotically confident" enough to believe that she’d be able to avoid this karma, but she’s being faced with a harsh reality.

your mother could have a lot of addictions that she has been stuck in cycles with. like with many people, your mother clings to these things as a way of suppressing pain (although this harms those around her) and her karma is that she’s going to be forced to make change in her life. drastic change too. she could be forced into some type of rehab or therapy. she could have tried to isolate you from the world, or keep you unnecessarily sheltered, and i'm seeing her ending up completely alone and maybe even "imprisoned" somewhere. this doesn't have to be prison (although it could be if your mother has a habit of getting into legal trouble) but this could also be some type of hospital or facility. your mother could be extremely delusional in some way, or just completely ungrounded and unrealistic in the way that she thinks. i'm also seeing that she could be a hot-head too, and if so, she's going to be forced to take something like anger management classes.

i'm also seeing that for those of you with mothers who struggle with alcoholism in particular, her alcoholism is going to affect her health. and it'll most likely be her reproductive system that's impacted. she could also be forced into making some type of change for the sake of her children. if she has a relationship with someone who she claims to want to have more children with, i feel like this person is going to force her get help. otherwise she's going to lose her dream of having more children due to her partner refusing to bring more kids into her life when she can't even look after herself properly. this could also be related to being given an ultimatum to get anger management or lose someone/something, for those of you who have mothers with anger issues. but for some reason, i'm feeling like she's really going to hit rock bottom in some way. in the sense of being forced into a time of isolation where she has to really reflect on how she got herself there in the first place, as well as the ways in which she needs to heal.

tigers could be significant to you guys. they symbolise healing, discipline, and cleansing toxins from the environment and the body. your mother's karma is going to be her being forced to get clean. whether that's from drugs, alcohol, anger, codependency in relationships - whatever her poison is. and with this, i'm hearing that you will be able to clear your energy and space from her if you haven't already. when you feel lonely, call upon your guides. because i'm seeing that you have one guide who is constantly around you. especially in your dream state. don't allow your mother to convince you that you're alone.

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[karlwriting]

Your JJK darling but with a reversed personality

Featuring- Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento

Warnings- none, only fluff (A shy gojo and playful nanami)

Gojo Satoru (art by @teaforgods )

A quiet and self-contained sensei in JJK high school. Students often address him as a man of few words.

Acts cool, seems nonchalant to his surroundings. You always catch him quietly immersed in his thoughts. Sometimes, the corner of his month goes up , then a sigh follows.

‘What is he contemplating under the blindfold?’ You can’t help but wonder. It’s difficult to understand the strongest man.

He may seem cool, however, all his cool appearances change once you are around him.

To gojo, you always stand out.

Since when he can easily spot you out of a bunch of people? The way you walk, your cute gestures… Is it all because of the ability of his six eyes?

And why does he get so annoyed and upset to see you crying over Yuji’s death?

‘I’ll make sure the higher-ups die in the most painful way possible.’ The hate towards the higher-ups grew stronger in gojo’s mind.

Gojo didn’t know what these feelings were, and the knot tied in his heart was growing tighter everyday.

The moment he realized it’s called ‘affection’. Lord, it only gets so much worse.

He started to notice more about you. Your collar bones, the curve of your muscles when holding a bow.

Gojo feels so embarrassed to be like a stalker. He is just too… mesmerised by you.

He wants you to know how he feels, he wants you to know being friends is not enough and it’s driving him crazy.

He genuinely wants to tell you all of these, only the thought of it makes him impossibly shy. But deep down, he knows that action is needed.

‘I am a possessive man after all.’

Gojo invited you for a lunch today. You realize that you two spent more time together than before. To be honest, you have never felt this good.

“It’s not fair.”

“…Why do you say so? Did something happen to you recently?” Gojo says as he hands you a can of already opened coke.

“Oh thanks. I mean the blindfold. You can stare at anything without anyone knowing what you are staring at.”

“I get overly sensitive if i take my blindfold off.”

“Like all the stimulations to the senses get magnified?” You ask curiously.

“Yea, you can say that.”

‘…also how your existence stimulates me.’ He quietly thought.

“I see you always do the smirking thing under your blindfold… do you sense something that we don’t?”

You just caught Gojo off guard by this question. What should he answer? Will you think that he is a perv? Will you go away and never see him again?

“The reason of the smirk -” his voice trembles.

“- is that i find your reactions cute, unbearably cute. And you are the one i am always staring at.”

The only question on Gojo’s mind now is that:

Is there a blindfold for ears? So i can cover the redness of them?

Nanami Kento (art by @myaoruki)

You have never seen a lazy ass can be this sexy as Nanami Kento

Known to be the god of procrastination in the company. But his boss can’t brag anything about it because the work is excellently done.

If Nanami is believed to be the top employee, then you are the second. Despite the fact that you work overtime a lot, and he just leaves immediately at 6.

Your dark circles are what Nanami found cute and funny. How can this man tease your dark circles IN FRONT of your colleagues non stop?

“Did you not get enough of sleep because you kept thinking of me the whole night?”

“Darling I am sorry, i should have let you get enough of sleep last night. Sorry for being so rough.”

“Should we set boundaries every night?”

The colleagues around share each other a gaze, blushed.

Thanks to him, the entire office thinks that you both are dating. And he doesn’t deny it when people ask.

He seems playful, but deep down to his heart, the respect he has to you is tremendous.

If you want to stop the tease, he will gladly stop it and apologize.

He is 100% serious about you, he just doesn’t want to be too deadly serious at first. This is his strategy to grab your attention after all.

And to be honest, you don’t really hate it. It’s fun and talking to Nanami makes work more bearable.

But one day, a male employee approached you despite the rumours between you and Nanami.

That’s the moment he knew he must do something to show his growing affection to his girl.

You are working overtime as usual. Sitting alone in the office makes you feel kinda sentimental. Is your life just like this? Working non stop?

“Still working? Diligent girl?” You are so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize the approaching footsteps.

“Nanami? Such a surprise to see you in the office after 6.”

“I knew you would be here, hey- i bought us some food, let’s eat it.”

“What brings you here? Don’t tell me you are gonna work, people said you hate working.”

“Tell them to shut up, i love this company.” Nanami takes the food out then hands you a pair of chopsticks.

“For what?” He loves work? No way.

“Cuz you work here as well.”

“Oh cuz there’s a pair of dark circles you can tease at?” You roll your eyes.

“Ok i am deadly serious now, i worry about your lack of sleep.”

“Thanks, that new employee said he will take me to a sleep therapist. I guess i will go,”

“No. Not with him.” Nanami suddenly puts the chopstick down and stares at you. His hands grabbing your. You only sit here, confused.

“I mean… teasing you is not only for fun, i only want you to notice me. And maybe you don’t even need a therapist if you have me? I am offering myself to you now. Please?”

At least Nanami does not procrastinate in confessing.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I decided not to finish and deliver commissioned artwork?

I owe a couple of people art pieces I started literal years ago, before my life fell apart completely. They were taken on as emergency commissions; unfortunately the scope of the emergency was far greater than I could handle even with some extra funds.

I was homeless (not unhoused, luckily, but living at a friend's illegally without a permanent address on paper, with no access to stable internet when I had internet at all), severely anxious and depressed, struggling to find work and pay off debts, and only recently got kind of stable again thanks to support from people I currently live with, though I have a move-out deadline coming up...

To make matters worse, in all the chaos of the last few years, I lost all the art I had actually managed to get done, and in one case also lost access to the original commission refsheets. I could ask again, but after a few years of radio silence (because aforementioned lack of stable internet and severe mental illness) I don't even know how to approach them about it.

Even if I did figure out a way to do talk to them, my life situation still isn't stable enough that I could guarantee finished work in the near future.

I think about it every day, and have stress dreams and procrastinate on sleeping and eating because I "need to work on those drawings instead of relaxing", but that usually just results in me being unable to do anything because I feel like I have to make their art pieces into things worth waiting years for, so it's this big daunting monster in my head...

On top of that, I have new injuries that make drawing difficult, and every time I think I'll have a few days to catch up with tasks, some new crisis or other slew of bullshit happens. I really just don't have time, and when I have time I don't have energy bc all my energy is tied up in looking for work and being anxious about where to even start making a magnum opus for each client that would make the absurd wait worth their whiles...which, of course, just makes the wait longer.

I do still have the PayPal invoices, and could offer refunds once I have enough money saved to do that. It doesn't seem very satisfactory, but I don't know what else to do that's guaranteed to get them something. WIBTA if I just saved up and gave them their money back in lieu of the art they paid for?

What are these acronyms?

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Virgil being teased for mentioning he used to be a Boy Scout, decides to show them what that fancy knot tying badge can do 👀

Boy Scout

Moxiety (Patton & Virgil)

Content: Bondage/Shibari, Overstimulation, Tooth-rotting fluff, Anal Sex

Read it on AO3!

It was well known that Virgil struggled to motivate himself to do the sisyphean chores that plagued his life. The endless cycle of dishes and laundry and such drove him to procrastinate until they could no longer be ignored. Luckily, he had very loving people in his life that chose to help him rather than chastise the behavior.

One such person was Patton, his boyfriend, who was currently helping him hang up the laundry he did earlier that day. They chatted away (well, Patton did) while Virgil listened and folded clothes. The other sorted the nicer and heavier articles to be put on hangers in the closet. As Patton slid the now mostly untouched clothes to the end of the rack, a particular item caught his eye: a tan and green uniform drifting in the sea of dark, cold tones. He pulled it out to get a better look.

“What’s this?” He carefully ran his fingers across the sash decorated with embroidered patches.

“Hm?” Virgil said, taking a moment to fold one last t-shirt before looking over and blushing. “Oh, uh, yeah. I used to do scouts. When I was younger.”

Patton’s eyes lit up, “oh my gosh, youwereaboyscout!!!!!”

He shot him a glare, “Look, it’s not a big deal! It was like, years ago anyway.”

“It's sooooo cute though! And look at all your badges!” Patton held the sash closer to his face and inspected each one thoroughly.

“Give me that-” Virgil grabbed it from him and went to stuff it into a drawer so he wouldn’t have to think about it much longer. He didn’t have a bad experience from it or anything, but it was still embarrassing, and he didn’t need Patton endlessly teasing him for it. After it was out of sight, he went back to the task at hand with a mild scowl. “Just drop it.”

Patton went to comment on his new expression but decided to drop it. He was curious about why Virgil was so flustered over such a simple thing. Gaining a new piece of information about his partner’s past was welcomed, though if it made him uncomfortable to talk about now, he’d wait until he was ready to share it with him. Until then, he’d help him put everything away, free of embarrassment.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Virge- oh mmph- Virgil, baby-” Patton giggled as Virgil kissed over a neck, playfully nipping at the sensitive skin as he pushed him further into their bedroom. The door was kicked shut as Patton stumbled towards the bed.

“Ugh I need your shirt off yesterday.” Virgil growled as he straddled the other, pressing their lips together forcefully. Patton acquiesced easily, having to catch himself before he fell on his back. Cold hands worked their way over his stomach and chest, until they latched onto his shirt's hem and yanked upward on it. Once it had been thrown to the floor, Virgil hastily unbuttoned the khakis hiding Patton’s semi.

“Okay, honey can you- oh” He moaned as Virgil ground his palm down against him. His pants and underwear swiftly followed his shirt to the ground, leaving him bare while Virgil was just getting to shrugging off his jacket. 

“Fuck, you look good.” Virgil states, causing the other to blush, “Is it ok if we do the thing we’ve been wanting to try tonight?”

Patton’s eyes go wide, as he proposed the idea that Virgil tie him up a few nights ago. Something about being immobilized and decorated in pretty rope while he took care of him made his heart melt and leak out right through his dick.

“Yes… Yes Virgil, Please.”

“Okay okay,” Virgil got up from the bed, “I’ll go grab some rope. Just…hang tight.”

He quickly rummaged through the drawer of their bedside table, finding the neatly tied bundle of black hemp rope Patton showed him when he brought up the topic. He slipped the end that was tucked into it out of the knot holding it together and wove the loose strands in between his fingers, imagining how good it would feel for his boyfriend. 

“Why don’t you sit up on your knees,” Virgil directed, “That way I can do a tie around your chest.”

Patton immediately moved to do so, allowing Virgil easy access to his upper body. When he felt his callused digits rub over the skin on his back, he shivered with anticipation, hardly able to wait for the foreign feeling of rope to glide over his body.

Virgil forced himself to steady his breath. It could have been from the nervousness he felt at the thought of something going wrong, something like Patton not liking it or accidentally fucking up the tie, or from the sheer arousal he felt with the power he had. A little thing he failed to relay to his partner when he brought it up was that it wasn’t just a kink for him but a deeply rooted fetish that he dreamed of doing with all his lovers. And thinking of all the ways he could wrap up Patton was an image that frequently came up when it was just him and man’s second best friend.

He slid a length of the cord around Patton’s waist, who let out a quiet sound as it made contact. It was wrapped and tightened around a few more times, until it seemed like he had a rope-belt. 

Virgil dipped two fingers between the material and his back, “Does that feel too tight?”

“No, not at all.” Patton breathed, “But, isn’t it supposed to?”

“It shouldn’t cut off any circulation or feel too painful.” He said, tightening the material a bit more. His hands slid into Patton’s own and guided them behind his back, until his arms were resting on top of one another with the bottom one touching the rope around him, “Keep these here, I’m gonna tie them to this now.” 

Patton nodded in return. The rope was wrapped around his arms, then through the belt, and the process was repeated until it was difficult for him to move them. Virgil had him test the tightness once again before starting on the more decorative aspect of the tie. Lines were wrapped around his body and knots were formed at points where they crossed. 

As Virgil threaded the rope through a loop made at the other’s breastbone, Patton spoke up, “I never asked, where’d you learn how to do this.”

“Well, when I lived with Remus and Janus, they saw that I was really good at untying cords or loose string, and Remus pointed out that maybe rope art is something I’d be good at.” Virgil hummed, “It took a bit of convincing from him, but they do classes where you can learn ties and practice, so he took me to one, and I liked it a lot.”

“I can sort of tell, honey.” Patton giggled. 

It was then that Virgil realized as he was reaching over him to finish up the tie that his hard-on was poking through his jeans into the back of his thigh. He rolled his eyes and pulled the rope back through the tie on his hands, wrapping it around the skin once more and leaving a small length to use as a lead.

“How’s that feeling now?”

“Really really good, virge. I like it.” He smiled, content with the feeling of it around him. 

Virgil kissed his cheek in approval, “Alright.”

“I think I know why you're so good at tying things up.” Patton sang as Virgil hopped off the bed to undress.

“Oh yeah?” His words were slightly muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Why’s that?”

“Well, you were a boy scout. I’m sure that they taught you all sorts of knots.”

“Pat…” His pants hit the floor and he grabbed the lube out from their bedside drawer.

“I told you I think it’s cute!”

“And I told you to drop it.” 

Virgil kneeled down on the bed as he stripped down to his boxers. He grabbed onto the lead anchored at Patton’s constricted arms and pulled back until the other’s back met his chest, “Alright, I’m gonna prep you while you’re all tied up, and then fuck you hard and fast, just like you like, and you’re just gonna have to lay there and take it. Sound good?”

Patton whimpered and nodded, put in his place after the snide remark, “Yeah, yeah sounds great.”

The lube was poured out and spread over Virgil’s fingers. He lined one up with Patton’s hole and slowly pushed in, relishing the small noise he made at the feeling. As he opened him, he peppered more gentle kisses across his neck and upper back. Between the soft touches were whispered praises, making sure Patton knew just how much he adored him. He inserted another finger, stretching the muscle further.

Patton was always a little noisy in the bedroom, and this time proved no different. He let little whimpers slip out as Virgil continued to prep him. When he had three fingers filling him up, Virgil prodded inside him until his digits bumped against the bundle of nerves inside him.

“Oh! Virgil, there.” Patton moaned out.

He smirked as he thrusted his fingers against that spot again, “Does that feel good?”

“Ahh-! Y-yes!”

Virgil hummed and rubbed his side in sympathy. He pulled his fingers out and used some of the excess lube to coat his cock. Without much preamble, he guided Patton to lie down with his shoulders touching the mattress. He looked so perfect tied up and spread out just for him. He lined up his dick with his hole and pushed in, making him take his whole length in one slow thrust.

Patton let out a whine as he pushed in. It felt like his senses were on fire with Virgil inside him and all around him, overwhelming him with only a few small actions. They’d hardly even fucked yet, and still Patton felt the bond of intimacy between them as strong as when they’ve had marathon sex. 

Slowly, Virgil pulled out a few inches, then slid in again, enveloped in the warmth of his partner. Grabbing the lead, he wrapped it twice around his palm and tugged Patton closer to him.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good around me~” He groaned.

“Pull! Pull harder!” Patton cried in response.

“Fuck.” Virgil whispered and did just that. He sped up to a steady rhythm, guiding him onto his dick again and again.

Pre leaked from Patton’s cock onto his stomach, and when Virgil angled a deep thrust directly into his prostate, a thick glob spurted from its head and dripped down onto the sheets. If he could, he’d reach his hand down and stroke himself to completion, but there was something primal within him that liked the fact that his lover had control over his pleasure.

Virgil continued to aim for the spot, holding tight to the rope and Patton’s hip. His hips and thighs were on fire from the effort it took to fuck him, but he hardly noticed with ardenaline and arousal rushing through his veins. He hoped this would happen again in the future. If he were lucky enough, maybe he could even take Patton to shibari classes to be his model. He could have him in all sorts of positions, and even take pictures of him if he was comfortable. 

“Nng- I’m close.” He panted, feeling the familiar feeling of his muscles tightening and warmth spreading in his gut.

“Virgil! Come in me please please come in me!” 

He thrusted a handful of times before he stuttered out a broken moan and filled Patton with his seed, a downright heavenly squeak falling out of the other’s mouth as he did. Slumping down on him, he caught his breath for a moment.

This peace didn’t last long as he realized that Patton was still hard and very very needy. He forced himself to buck into him, his come being fucked deeper and deeper into his hole.

Patton gasped, “Oh my god Virgil- Please!”

“Come on Pat please come!” He grunted through the shocks of overstimulation, “Come. Come right now.”

Patton couldn’t just ignore an order like that. Within seconds, an orgasm was knocked out of him, coating his stomach and the bed below. In that time, his vision went white with pleasure as a moan burst from his throat. 

Sweat-covered and utterly exhausted, the two of them fell next to each other. They laid on their sides with Virgil spooning a still-wrapped-up Patton. He didn’t mind though, he was too tired to do anything about it.

“Want me to untie you?” Virgil finally prompted.

“In a minute,” Patton slurred, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel comfy and protected.”

That made Virgil smile, “Are you sure, I don’t mind-”

Patton wiggled himself around and looked at him, “Baby, I like it. You like it. Let's enjoy it together for a little bit longer.”

Virgil blushed and wrapped his arm around him again, “Okay, okay. If you insist. Anything for you.”

They cuddled together silently, warmth flowing between them. As Patton sighed in comfort, he thought to himself how lucky he was to have Virgil in his life. His love, his heart, his other half, his boy scout.

[emergency-plan]

Hey! I’ve been gone a while. I started college and have been a bit busy, but wanting reasons to procrastinate studying for finals is a great motivator to be creative and write.

Dp x dc au, very Tim Drake-centric, mostly me projecting my stress onto blorbos.

The bats had found blueprints for a strange machine that seemed to be powered by Lazarus water while investigating a secret government agency. They began constructing a prototype in the bat cave to test if it really could do what it said in the details. The technology is beyond what they could understand, so they were forced to built it as the instructions said, and as mostly expected, nothing happens when they tried to turn it on. They’re all busy with their duties, so they plan to disassemble it later.

One night, Tim is working on the bat computer, trying to solve a case before patrol, when he feel a familiar knot tighten in his chest. The stress of vigilantism, being a CEO, dealing with his family (especially Damian), and investigating has been building up and wants to be let out now. Not wanting to be seen or caught on camera, and not able to go back into the manor since he already had on some of his Red Robin gear, he found a place out of sight of the cameras and where he’d have a bit before anyone found him: the faulty portal.

He’s stepping in and his breath is catching in his throat. Tears pick at his eyes, so he reaches to peel off his domino mask. In the split second he can’t see, his foot catches on some loose wires and he trips, accidentally hitting an internal button when flailing for balance. He knows he’s in trouble as the portal starts to rumble and glow. His foots so tangled he can’t get out before the he disappears behind the newly torn, unstable vortex.

A few moments later, a stuttering, clawed hand reaches out and grasps the edge of the portal.

Tim Drake pulls himself from the the device, tearing wires out to get his foot out of the portal, making it destabilize and warp shut behind him, and he is not the same.

His hair is now glowing white, sparking with electricity and instability; his Red Robin uniform is inverted, shifted, and warped to be virtually unrecognizable from the original. Lazarus water leaked from his mouth as he silently sobbed in agony and a green miasma seeped through his glowing green mask instead of tears.

His chest hurt like there were shards of something broken stuck behind his ribs, but it didn’t seem to hurt nearly as much as the fact that his heart wasn’t beating. He was gasping for breath and expelling green-tinged clouds and toxic liquid, but there was no relief tied to it, nor need as if he was lacking oxygen.

He knew he was dead, he just didn’t know how he was still there.

He immediately froze when he heard the elevator door to the cave open and familiar boots step out.

How was he going to explain this to Bruce? He knew Bruce cared for him, and the entire reason Tim became a Robin was because one of the Robins died and Batman was going to get himself killed out of anger and grief.

Reflexively, he pushed his overwhelming worry and stress down, and it had an odd effect. Glowing lines sputtered across his body, taking all the ghostly weirdness and leaving behind a very confused but ultimately relieved Tim. He was just happy he could feel a heartbeat and could breathe for a moment.

Pushing the event to the farthest part of his mind, he lied to Bruce, claiming he was checking the machine and escaped just before it turned on and destabilized again, did his patrol, and finished some late night paperwork before it all came uncontrollably flooding back and he found himself a distressed ghost once again.

—————

Basically the premise of this au is Tim that gains an unfortunate addition to a stress disorder he likely already had, making him turn into a ghost whenever he loses his composure with no control of it other than his emotions. He is highly unstable since he is a ghost formed in a moment of high stress, he was created with impure ectoplasm, and from an imperfect machine. Seriously, they don’t know how to purify Lazarus pit water, so they did the equivalent of running it through a brita filter before using it. Danny at least got the pure stuff, not the yucky nasty sludge.

I have more ideas for this au, but I have a final at 8am tomorrow, so I need to get studying.

[j0kers-light]

Hey hi my loves!! 🖤✨

Ahh yes, the first mini project is complete in my journey of “procrastinating on writing the next chapter of His Lighthouse.”

Please don’t be upset with me, I have an idea on how the next update is gonna go its just the matter of writing it. That’s the hard part!

Please accept this fluff moment with J!! 🥹 This idea popped in my head when I was exfoliating before a shower and well... I hope you enjoy the mini snack! 🖤✨

It wasn’t his proudest moment yet Joker wouldn’t spend his quiet night at home any other way. Sitting in front of his pretty girl, getting pampered really wasn’t as bad as it seemed, even if he looked absolutely ridiculous while doing so.

“So? How does it feel?” You asked. 

Joker thought about it long and hard and flickered his gaze up to you, catching a curious gleam in your bright e/c eyes, staring back at him. You arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response. 

He wrinkled his nose and sighed. “It tingles.”

“Okay…? Does it tingle because it's actively working or tingles because it's uncomfortable? I don’t want you breaking out or anything.” 

He went to scratch his face until your hand stopped the motion. “J, stop or you’ll wipe it off! You don’t want all my hard work getting ruined now do you?” You smiled and wiped your own hands off on a nearby towel. 

Joker looked handsome despite wearing a cow print spa headband with a blue bow on top. It kept his freshly washed hair away from his face as the moisturizers, toners, serums, creams, and countless other products absorbed into his face. 

He sat at your ring lit vanity to let you apply just about every product you owned to his face, all with a grumpy frown for almost an hour now. You were nearing the end (that’s the lie you’ve been telling him for the past twenty minutes) until you slapped– literally slapped– another product into the apples of his cheeks.

And that’s where he was right now. 

Letting some flowery smelling acid that he couldn’t even pronounce, eat (safely) at his skin. If it made you happy… he’d endure the odd textures being patted, slapped, and blotted on his rosy toned face. 

He secretly enjoyed being doted on but he wouldn’t admit that aloud. 

“It. Just… tingles Bunny ‘tis okay.” He mumbled. You took pity on him and kissed his bare lips with a flourish. At least he enjoyed that. 

“Alright J, but you’ll tell me if it starts to irritate you any? I want to help combat your bad skin habits, not make them worse.” Of course he took offense to that and made a face. 

“What bad habits?”

You crossed your arms and leaned back on the vanity, still standing in between his legs. Did he seriously not know the damage he did to his skin for years? 

“Joker. You leave heavy greasepaint on your face for weeks at a time for years without cleansing your pores and you think that’s not bad habits? Who would’ve thought you had freckles under that ghastly white paint?!” 

You giggled at the pout Joker unknowingly made and plopped down onto his lap. He automatically opened his arms to hold you close. “I didn’t care bout it doll, not until you, err.. educated meee on iT.”

“Exactly! I can’t believe you hid such a handsome face all these years.” You cupped the back of his head and admired his unique beauty up close.

It was a privilege only you held. Joker was truly a diamond in the rough and it still baffled you that he chose you as a partner. “This skin routine is beneficial, even if it tingles.”

Joker grunted and almost bent down to steal another kiss when the timer on your phone went off. “Oh! Time to remove the eye mask. Show me that gorgeous face, J.” 

He straightened up in his chair as you hopped off his lap to start removing the pads under his eyes. His long lashes tickled your fingers with each blink of his stunning green eyes. You waited a second to let the product dry before reaching around to grab something from the counter to complete the last step. 

“Say la.” You urged. Joker arched an eyebrow until he mirrored your lip’s motion. You blinked when you saw his sharp canines flash a bit. Hello, hello…

You finished off Joker’s routine with a swipe of a hydrating lip balm. It felt funny applying it to someone else for a change. 

You smiled once you were done and leaned back to admire your hard work. Joker’s face looked like a dewy, glazed doughnut. A grumpy doughnut, but hey you weren’t picky. 

“Annnd done! How do you feel?”

He cracked his neck after sitting for almost an hour but stared at his reflection in the mirror. Ehh not bad. 

He watched you put away the excessive amount of products back into their designated spot. He still didn’t see why you went through all this trouble every night with him. What did you get out of this? He looked the same in his opinion. 

You squealed when Joker grabbed you around the waist and attacked you with kisses. He knew the products on his face wouldn’t smear but you still laughed and told him to cut it out.

He grinned and yanked the ridiculous headband you placed on him off before lifting you up bridal style. 

“I’m more in-ter-rested in making you feel goo~ood. Why don’t we take this to the uhh bedroom Bunny?” 

You were all peals of laughter as Joker cut the bathroom lights off before he tossed you on the bed to start his favorite night time routine, pampering you. 

[artz16]

This AU basically just popped in outta nowhere so here-

Basically the THH cast are princes and princess of their kingdoms and they get kidnapped and put in cages like they’re Princess Peach

And I have how each of them are during kidnappings:

Sayaka: Would be scared because she’s been kidnapped and taken from her friends and kingdom. But after realizing she’s just being kept in a cage, she just takes advantage of this to rest and embrace being free from royal duties for a bit. She’s got a lot on her plate. She’ll be happy when her friends come to rescue her though

Leon: One, they had to tie him up because he kept struggling. He tries to find ways out of there and ends up giving up outta frustration and then just waits for one of the others to come rescue him and will be happy when they do

Hiro: Was kidnapped in his sleep and he panics, but after getting a prediction of being rescued, he’s relieved and just waits. That or he’s napping the whole time and doesn’t know what happened

Taka: Does the whole “You won’t get away with this!” routine. He’ll wait patiently until he’s rescued, most likely by Mondo

Mondo: Had to tied up cuz he’s feisty and hard to keep contained. He mostly just curses and bangs the wall until rescue, most likely by Taka

Chihiro: Is panicking and is scared from being kidnapped by tries to stay strong for everyone who’s coming to the rescue. Also is plotting escape plan to be safe

Sakura: Nothing. She never gets kidnapped. They try, but she won’t budge and the kidnappers return with black eyes and wounded prides…at best

Hina: She’s hard to catch as she’ll hide in the nearest lake or water area. She’ll fight as she’s taken hostage but she’ll remain positive about being saved, most likely by Sakura

Hifumi: Just uses this as inspiration for his next fanfic, will say hi when you come to rescue him

Celeste: Will act calm and collected cuz she knows someone’s coming and basically smack talk the kidnappers if she feels confident enough. Will get annoyed if she deems it took too long to rescue her

Byakuya: Is all “I am Byakuya Togami” and smack talks about how he’ll be rescued…it usually takes three days. Not because it was hard, the others just procrastinated rescuing him until they felt like it. He’s pissed about it but there’s nothing he can do

Kyoko: Already knows how to break out of her cage and will either activate it or just wait to see what happens to better learn more for the next time. She doesn’t react so much to being rescued

Makoto: Is calling for help while being taken hostage. He’ll sit in the cage and wait hopefully to he’s rescued. Will be happy and grateful for being saved

Mukuro: Also never gets kidnapped and she’d only go willingly to know who her captor was to ki-! I mean, talk to them

Junko: Acts dramatic and plays the whole “woe is me” to the best of her ability when she knows she’ll be saved. Will act super happy to be saved. How else can she hide that she does the kidnappings if she doesn’t?

[aringofsalt]

ten questions for writers

thank youuuu @reformedplayerbibuck!

how many works do you have on ao3? 17

what’s your total ao3 word count? 63,848

what fandoms do you write for? Currently, only actively 911. But I've written a bunch for Stranger Things and one-offs for Teen Wolf and MCU

do you respond to comments? why or why not? I try! My knee-jerk reaction is to post something and then not look at it for a few months because I hate being perceived. BUT. I know it's nice to get comments back and I'm getting better! (that said i have a bunch to catch up on... oops)

have you ever had a fic stolen? if i have i've never seen it

have you ever cowritten a fic before? my best friend and i wrote a really weird addendum/au/something??? of the t*witches novel one time when we were like 13...and that's as close as that gets. i think it would be fun but also i procrastinate and i wouldn't want to let someone down... this is also why i don't usually join challenges or exchanges :(

what’s your all-time favorite ship? for sheer amounts of time maybe destiel? but in terms of strength and sheer brain rot... steddie and bucktommy are probably tied, tbh.

what are your writing strengths? i think i'm pretty good at getting character voices down! maybe certain types of character in particular. but i've gotten some comments about that before!

what are your writing weaknesses? overthinking. usually i take five hundred years to finish things because drafts? what is a draft? it must be perfectly finished and ready for posting when it leaves my brain or i get despondent???

first fandom you wrote for? first i wrote for was definitely lord of the rings. yes it was absolutely a mary sue type thing. first i posted for was CSI i believe.

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[ikementally-deficient]

Hi!! Love your writing😩😍 like wow!! I have had this thought for a while and maybe you could write a short story or head canon/ whatever you feel like about the MC saying the wrong name in bed with Masamune.. (ikesen)

Dear anon, it has been 1043 days since this request was made. Never let it be said that I do not raise procrastination to an artform. I hope you like it!

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Rating: Jalapeno (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)

Tags: Masamune/MC

It had started like any other morning.

The first light of day creeping in around the screens and the sound of birds going about their mornings has roused Masamune just enough to snuggle closer to his lover. Safe in the knowledge that his appointments started much later than dawn, he woke her in turn with lips and hot breath in her ear until her small fingers dipped inside his sleep robe and they let nature take its course.

Events were proceeding quite well, until –

“Mm . . . Ma– Masa–” Masamune grinned and redoubled his efforts. “Sa– suke!”

They both froze.

“Sasuke?!”

Her hands covered her face. “Um. I’m sorry! That slipped out.”

Masamune sat back on his heels and tried to keep a grip on his temper. His kitten was a reasonable woman. There was a reasonable explanation for this. 

Damned if he could think of one, but surely it existed. And she would tell him what it was, so he could go back to enjoying his morning instead of riding towards Echigo to slice a ninja into ribbons.

“How about you tell me why?” He was proud of how even his voice was.

She pulled her sleep robe tightly around her chest before answering. It reminded him of men strapping on armour before battle. 

“It was an accident,” she muttered miserably. “I got – distracted.”

That stung. “Distracted? Then I wasn’t doing my job very well, was I?”

Her eyes met his, lips parting to – protest? But then her gaze flicked behind him and she snapped her mouth shut.

“It’s all right, Mai.” The calm voice startled Masamune nearly out of his skin. He whipped around to see the ninja in question, and jumped to his feet. “Lord Masamune, I apologise for interrupting your morning.” Sasuke adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms over his chest. 

Masamune was starting to think coming to Mai’s room without his swords had been a serious lapse in judgement. His eye darted around the room for something he could improvise into a weapon. 

Sasuke ignored this. “I came to deliver a letter to Lord Mitsuhide and swung by to say hello to my friend before leaving. I should have remembered she might not be alone, and knocked first.”

“Or not come in through the ceiling!” Mai shot back reproachfully.

Masamune was torn for a moment, then the thought of Mai opening her eyes to see Sasuke staring at her from the ceiling hit him, and he burst out laughing. “All right, all right, I see what happened here.” Tension sagged out of him and he hit Sasuke affectionately on the shoulder, making the smaller man sag slightly. “Your timing is terrible, but I can’t fault your priorities, lad.”

“Thank you, Lord Masamune.” Sasuke paused, staring resolutely past Masamune’s shoulder. “I don’t suppose, now that we’ve cleared that up, you’d consider some clothing –?”

Masamune had forgotten he was naked. Laughing again, he hastily grabbed his sleep robe and tied it on. The mood was well and truly ruined, but he was feeling so relieved it was making him magnanimous. “You two catch up, and I’ll go round up some breakfast.”

Mai’s worried smile made him pause just long enough to step closer and nip a teasing kiss to her earlobe. “We’ll start again later, kitten. Once your distraction has gone home.”

[dinosaurchurch]

With 2023 right around the corner that raises the question (since everyone likes to ask me) what do I have planned goal wise for the new year? There's a lot of things, since I've gotten myself back into a decent headspace during 2022 it's left me room to improve on what I've got instead of just catching up for 2023.

One is definitely dialing in my consistency and using my time more wisely. I feel like the past three months have just been a blur and I didn't have a chance to really utilize my spare time or at least what little I had. There's some things I really want to make more of a priority - the biggest being my lifting because I slacked off on the latter half of the year. The other thing is getting back to making more actual meals for myself, a lot of mornings I just ended up slapping something together (I was really bad for this the summer) or simply grabbing lunch on the run.

Two would be getting better with saving money (I've never been good with this). I didn't really save anything by the end of the year although I've curbed my spending but I still could do better. I do want to save up for several things over the next 2 or 3 years.

Three is nipping some of my procrastination in the bud, I guess you could say this ties almost in with my first goal but it's important enough I'm giving it it's own mention. I've never been timely with doing things unless they're something I immediately need to turn my attention to, I'm hoping to start changing that in 2023.

Four is getting more endurance/stamina. I haven't told anybody about this one since it's been something I've been sitting on for a while but I'd like to build up how far I can hike or how much volume I can take with regards to my lifts. I've noticed it since I've been lazy the past few months with certain things that I fatigue easier than I'd like with what I just mentioned. Improving my fitness is always going to be a goal at this point but I do want to get that under wraps - I'd like to tackle a couple of really long hikes over 2023 and 2024 subsequently. I'm not getting younger so I know that it'll start taking longer to recover than it used to but I'm not ready to throw in the towel and hit the wall yet - I'll be doing that on my terms and my terms alone.

Five I'd have to say get cracking into the 5th arc of DIVE and maybe finish it before 2024. I've practically gotten the 4th arc done save for the last chapter but that's something I'll have finished shortly. I'm hoping to have the prologue for the comic finished before March as well but we'll see on that one.

Six. Get to spend more time with some family and friends when I can. I like to share my adventures with people if I can, that includes getting down for more lifting sessions with the lovely folks in my group too. I think I should get out of the house more often.

And last but not least continuing to haul my head into a better space. I've come a long way since the beginning of the year but I still think I could be better, I know I'm still climbing the mountain and I can see the top but I'm not there yet. I don't mention it but I would like to find a better relationship in dealing with my anxiety, there's a couple of things that I still get hung up with but I know I'll have to let time do it's thing for that. I'll just have to learn how to cope better with what I have going forward, I've built a pretty good foundation for that over this year but it's still not where I'd like it to be.

I'm determined to not my depression get the best of me either, not this time. I think keeping myself preoccupied has been half the solution but I'm hoping to do the best I can to keep myself healthy and that requires getting my diet in check and ensuring I've got the proper amount of rest to recover.

Overall I think 2023 will be a good year. After the past three years it's nothing but up from here.

Onwards.

[alyjojo]

Next Major Life Change 🐛 September 2023 - Libra

What It Is: Finding Sanctuary ⛅️, 10 Wands, Queen of Swords, 4 Cups rev

You’re needing to go in and withdraw your energy from the rest of the world for a bit, connecting with your spirit guides & searching yourself for answers to your questions. With the South Node on your side, it’s a karmically spiritual time for you, and it’s common for there to be questions like “what am I doing?” Or “what is my path, purpose, soulmate”. This reading seems to revolve around love, but also money in some way too, there are a lot of pentacles here. You’ve rushed into something really fast, could be a job, probably a relationship, and it’s time to pay the piper in some way. What that looks like won’t be the same for everyone, and it’s not scary, not really. It’s just the cycles of life, seeing them, understanding cause & effect, taking accountability, and going with the flow, especially now. By rushing into one thing, you miss an opportunity for something else, and that now weighs on you like a heavy burden. Your naturally indecisive nature could have you feeling like no choice is the right one, someone always loses or something is always lost.

Why It’s Happening: The Chariot, Justice, 2 Swords

Your goals, ambitions, and actions have led to a place of karmic Justice - Libra energy. 2 Swords shows it was a choice between two things, and you may have made that choice quickly or impulsively. 5 Pentacles and 6 Cups, you’ve abandoned your past, maybe old friends, old places, and it’s like it’s only now kicking in, something has triggered your heart chakra to feel pangs of missing what’s been left. Maybe because it’s just gone now. For some, not all. In some ways it could be financial debt that’s catching up to you, and with the advice and 6 Cups here…if you’ve left an ex spouse or your own children, your ex may be coming after you for the actual divorce & child support, because a lawsuit is possible. Same goes for any outstanding debt. Some of you could feel like you’ve missed out on a lot, like others have abandoned you, when they didn’t have much of a choice after you left first, or your actions at the time, that’s the energy I’m getting with this - 2 Cups shows what this is about. Love, friendship, deep connection, people in your life, soul ties & bonds with others. You miss people.

Advice: Ace of Pentacles, 3 Pentacles, 7 Pentacles

Money 💯 Somehow it’s involved in this situation, how will differ for everyone. If an ex is after you for money, that’s definitely being shown here, as well as any bill collectors or even your job. Haven’t paid student loans? Now your paychecks are being garnished. Money is the dominant energy, and the advice is to work together with others and cooperate, things aren’t going to change or be decided overnight. You may have waited and procrastinated for some time to get these things taken care of, and now that the Piper is calling, you don’t have much of a choice. For people, it’s creating opportunity to work together and cooperate with others, something that Libras do best. It’s definitely a resurgence of an old situation, coming back up for review, and this time it won’t just go away. Judgement is fix it & bring it back to life, or finish this and end it for good, there is no middle or grey area with that. The positive side is that once this is over with, clearing up old energy and karmic debts, it’s done, and you’re onto a new cycle again. Some of you may dig more deeply into your spirituality at this time, looking for answers, and you will find support and help from your guides, angels, & ancestors whenever you need their help. Or ask for signs, and they will come. You could be feeling much more in tune spiritually than you were before, and if you haven’t yet gone through an awakening of sorts, many of you will be soon 💜

[capriciouschocoberry]

hello everyone I’d just like to point out that there are only 100 days left in the year