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⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ hey lovely’s! This is my first time ever writing so bear with me on this one! I would love any and all feedback so feel free to share! (I’m also still trying to figure out how to use tumblr so I’d love some tips for that as well ._.) anyways here’s a a quick little story of an idea I had earlier I hope you enjoy! ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Summary: You and Nanami Kento had been coworkers at jujutsu tech for a while. Overtime you had both developed a sort of friendship, you found that you both had a lot of the same interests and got along great, but your relationship never extended outside of just work friends. That was until everyone had gone out for drinks for Gojos birthday and he had a little too much to drink causing him to share some secrets he didn’t want shared.

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It was 7pm. I was getting ready to go to a local bar to celebrate Gojos birthday with everybody from work. I put on a simple black dress and some black boots with a brown overcoat since it was cold out being that it was December. Once I was done getting ready I picked up my phone to text Nanami to let him know I was good for him to come pick me up whenever he was ready. We had decided to carpool there together since we figured it would be easier for the both of us since we could only handle so much of Gojo at one time and figured we’d both end up leaving early anyways. My phone screen lit up as I read the message i received from him. “Okay I’ll head over now. -Kento”. I headed to the living room in my apartment and grabbed my purse, getting one last look of myself in the entryway mirror, smoothing out my hair and making sure everything looked right. As I waited for him to pull up I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of nervousness. Not that I had any reason to, but I had to admit that I grown fond of Nanami. We had been working together for a while and although we continued to stay just friends, I couldn’t help but begin to feel something more for him. We got along great and shared the same interests, talking about whatever books we were reading at the time never got old. And the coffee breaks we’d take together or the fresh bread he’d bring me every morning when he stopped at the bakery, it all led to me falling for him. But I had long since shoved those feelings down, not wanting to ruin our friendship and also not wanting to jeopardize anything at work, our job was dangerous after all and the last thing anyone needed was unnecessary feelings getting in the way. Just as I was about to go further into deep thought, the sound of a car door shutting brought me back to reality. I looked out my window to see Nanami approaching my from door. I smoothed out my dress hastily before I heard the doorbell sound, I opened the door and was greeted with his familiar warm smile. “Hey, you ready to go?” He asked. “As ready as I possibly can be.” I said with a sigh shaking my head slightly, stepping out of the doorway and closing it behind me. “You can never prepare yourself for Gojo unfortunately.” He said with a light chuckle.

As we headed to his car, he walked over to my side and opened the door for me. I said a quiet thank you before sitting in the passenger seat. Of course I couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as he walked around to his side of the car, but I shoved all of that down as he got in. “So how long are we planning on staying tonight?” I asked him as he pulled out of the driveway and began the short drive to the bar. “Well i figured we stay about an hour, that gives him enough time to get drunk and allows us to make our escape without him complaining too much.” He said with a small grin on his face. I let out a laugh as I responded “yeah no that sounds like a great plan, let’s just hope it doesn’t make him more dramatic and then we have to pry him off of us while he wails dramatically.” I said jokingly rolling my eyes. Once we reached the bar, Nanami had gotten out of the car to open my door and provided a hand to help me out. As we walked into the bar together we immediately spotted the group. Gojo, Geto, shoko, and haibara were all already there. Shoko waved us over eagerly, as we walked towards them Gojo finally spotted us, turning around with his massive grin plastered on his face. “Well look who finally decided to show up! I thought you guys forgot about me there for a second!” He said sarcastically as he raised up his arms in false offense. “Oh don’t worry Gojo we could never, you’re too unforgettable.” I said with a smile, rolling my eyes. “Aw you’re too kind.” He said with a grin. I wished him happy birthday and took my seat next to Shoko. Nanami had sat in the other side of me where he sat next to Haibara. Both of us had ordered drinks and began talking to our friends. I wasn’t really feeling drinking that night so I continued to sip on my one glass of wine throughout the whole night. Despite that I still had a lot of fun, me and shoko gossiped about a little bit of everything while Gojo of course had too much to drink and began terrorizing everyone close by. Geto following close behind him practically babysitting him. Nanami had walked off somewhere with haibara awhile ago, so me and shoko continued talking.

I was just in the middle of saying something to her when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turn around to see a man I didn’t know standing behind me. A sleazy grin on his face and very obviously intoxicated. “Hey sweetness, mind if I buy you a drink?” He said slurring his words slightly. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and gave him a tight lipped smile as I replied, “no thank you, I’m actually all done for the night.” But that didn’t ward him off since his then leaned against the bar table and leaned in awkwardly close to me. “Oh come on, I’ve been watching you all night and you’ve hardly had anything, just let me get you a little something at least?” Scooting away from him, now visibly uncomfortable I grimaced at him as I replied. “Really I’m okay thank you.” I replied dryly as I turned back to shoko trying to ignore him. That was until he grabbed my shoulder again, harsher this time, spinning me around to face him. “Hey I don’t take kindly to being ignored especially by sluts like you.” He practically spat out in anger. Before shoko could even get words out of her mouth to defend me, there was suddenly a very large figure being shoved in between me and the creep. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was a very upset Nanami standing in between us. “Hey what the hell man?” I heard being yelled out by the other man. Nanami had shoved him back, clearly infuriated. “You need to get the fuck away from her. Now.” He spat out in utter anger. “Listen I don’t know who the hell you are, but this isn’t your problem buddy so you need to get out of my way so I can finish the conversation I was having.” The creep said as he got in Nanamis face poking his chest. “It didn’t look like much of a conversation to me, so I think you should leave.” Nanami said almost too calmly. Wait was he drunk? The closer I looked the more I saw his flushed face, probably a mix of the alcohol and anger. He never acted like this either. “I don’t think you heard me clearly, I’m not done dealing with this bitch so you-“ he didn’t even finish his sentence before Nanami punched him right in the face. Everyone in the bar collectively gasping as they all looked over at the scene. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to her like that you piece of shit!” He yelled out as he towered over the man who was now on the floor with a very bloody and definitely broken nose, just as he was about to go for another hit, Geto and haibara got in between them and shoved Nanami back. Coming more to his senses after a few moments he turned to face me, placing his hands on my shoulders gently, looking me over. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He said his tone laced with concern. My eyes were still wide with utter shock as I shook my head. “No-no I’m fine. Kento why did you-?” He interrupted me before I could finish, taking on a more serious tone. “He disrespected you. And no one should ever treat you like that, you are an incredible woman, someone who is only worthy of respect, and I’ll be damned if someone treats you like that.” I felt the blush heat up my cheeks. His words caused my own to catch in my throat. I then felt his hand on my cheek, his touch light. “You deserve only the utmost respect, and you deserve a man who treats you like the kind, loving, angel that you are. You are too wonderful, too great to be treated as low as that. And I’m never going to let that happen to you.” He said as he looked directly into my eyes, emotion evident in them. I was at a complete loss for words and still in utter shock as my body stayed completely still. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol making him say all of this or what, but it made my heart race.

Just as I was about to say something back the owner of the bar had asked us to leave, and rightfully so. The man who layed on the floor was being tended to staring daggers at Nanami. As we all walked out of the bar shoko wrapped her arm around me and began laughing “you know I think after experiencing whatever just happened, I think it’s safe to say Nanami has a little bit of a thing for you.” I immediately looked over at him to see if he heard that, he was to busy being surrounded by Gojo and the others who were all praising him for what he did. “Shoko shut up!” I said elbowing her playfully. “Hey I’m just saying I think it’s painfully obvious.” And with that we all stood outside by our cars. Geto was driving Gojo home and haibara was leaving with shoko, so that left me to take nanami home, since I’d definitely be the one driving tonight. The walk to the car was silent, as we got in and I adjusted the drivers seat and started the car, I could feel him looking at me. “I’m sorry for causing such a scene tonight, but I couldn’t stand how he was talking to you.” He said calmly. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it I totally get it and if anything I’m glad you did it. He was a huge creep and I don’t know what would’ve happened if you wouldn’t have come when you did.” I said keeping my eyes on the road ahead. “I care about you, I really do. Maybe more than I should.” I heard him say, the last part almost a whisper. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as i pulled up into my driveway. “I care about you too Ken” I said looking down as I put the car in park, feeling incredibly nervous. “I know I probably shouldn’t confess this now but I’m going to do it while I have the courage. Over time, I’ve learned that I have fallen for you. I know we’re just friends and I understand completely if you don’t feel the same but I can’t help it anymore. You’re kind heart and beautiful personality, the way you brighten up every room you walk into. Whenever I’m having a horrid day at work and you magically come by to tell me something stupid you saw Gojo do, it makes me feel better in ways that it shouldn’t. The work we do is awful and draining, and for awhile I didn’t have a reason. But then you came into my life, with your witty sarcasm and love for classic books which still shocks me to this day. But you gave me reason, and it was then, when I realized I had fallen for you and there was no going back for me. And I understand if you don’t feel the same but I had to let you know.” And for a moment there was just silence between us. As we sat there looking back at each other. Until I finally spoke up, “Kento, you have no idea how good it feels to hear that. Because I do feel the same way, I have for awhile I just, never wanted to say anything in fear it would ruin our friendship. But you did the same for me, you’ve become a light in this dreadful job and I, well I feel the same way.” I said quietly. I could feel my heart beating wildly against my chest as we just looked at each other for a moment. He reached his hand to cup my face gently, rubbing his thumb across my cheek lightly. I melted into his touch immediately, as i continued to look at him I moved without even thinking. Closing the distance between us as I placed my lips on his own. It didnt take long for him to kiss me back. Our mouths moving in sync with equal fervor and emotion. Once we pulled away from each other he rested his forehead on my own. “I hate that this all happened the way it did but I am thankful it happened. But let me take you on a real date, let me pick you up and take you to a nice dinner no bars or anything like that, what do you say?” He asked. And I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face as i answered him “yeah, id love that kento. How about tomorrow night?”

(This was terrible lmao, posting it because I spent way too long on it, feel free to flame me for this😭)

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musings-of-a-rose · 7 months ago

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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 3

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader nicknamed "Juni"

Word Count: 5300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: I've had this idea in my head for well over a year and with the Fallout show being dropped (and absolutely AMAZING), I figured now was the time to post it! So this is a Triple Frontier/Fallout crossover au. Huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to probably hours of audio at this point of me talking myself through this fic. And to @deathbecomesnerds for listening to me prattle on about video game fics and giving me her own advice.

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My body yanks me from my sorrow. Its need to eat and drink overpowering anything else I may be feeling. I blink awake, noticing the bottle of purified water and a snack are still sitting on the nightstand from when Hawthone brought them. I manage to sit up, my head spinning, vision blurry and reach for the can of water. I pop it open and bring it to my chapped lips, taking a few small sips before setting it back down. I want to chug the whole thing but I don't know where else there's clean water. I nibble on some of the stale Fancy Lads Cakes that Hawthorne had left, but I was never a big fan of them even when they were fresh. Still, it's something. I guess.

Hawthorne rounds the corner and enters my room, his large, round, metallic eye surveying me. "Are you alright, ma'am?"

I shrug. It's the best I can offer. "How long was I out?"

"A few days, ma'am. I was starting to get worried."

I can't even offer him a small smile, my insides still reeling from the loss of Benny. And also the stale cakes. "I'm sorry, Hawthorne."

"Can I bring you anything?"

I look down at the nightstand where the snack cakes and water still sit. "Do you know..I mean, have you talked to anyone in the last 200 years?"

"A few people, ma'am. The ones in Concord didn't shoot at me, at least. They did tell me to avoid a group called Raiders. Nasty people. I had thought to venture out further but the way they described them, I didn't want to chance ending up as parts."

"So...so I'm not the only one?"

"Oh no, ma'am. From what I hear, there are settlements, other groups trying to make the wasteland better."

It's not Benny, not by a long shot, but at least I'm not the only person left in the world. Or at least the area. Relief floods my system, but only for a moment as my body settles back on grief.

"Did they say anything about food or water?"

"They did mention something about a water purifier, but I don't know if they had it with them or they were looking to fix it. They did have food with them that looks like it was grown. Tatos, I think they called them. Small round things that look like tomatoes."

My brain perks up at the thought of studying this, unable to quell my curious scientific side. "Interesting." If there were other people, maybe one of them knows something about the vaults. It's possible I could find where Benny...wait. Vault Tech lied to us and froze us instead of decontaminating us. But if they did it to me...maybe the same thing happened to Benny? He was guarding some fancy to do person. Surely they would've had access to a vault? I stand up quickly, nearly falling over as the edges of my vision darken before normalzing, my head rushing. I need to eat more than stale snack cakes.

I reach out and place my hand on the wall to steady myself, shaking my head to clear the last of the haziness away. "I need to find other people."

"Oh. Yes of course, ma'am. I understand."

I look up at Hawthorne, his metal body seemingly deflating a little in disappointment. "I need to try and find out what happened to Benny. If I made it in a vault, maybe he did too."

"Yes, ma'am. I do hope that Lieutennant Miller made it."

I swallow hard. "Yeah. Me too. But whether or not he's....we'll still need a place to live. Do you think you can spruce up the whole neighborhood?"

His whole metallic body straightens. "Yes ma'am! I can do that! But can I make a small request?"

"Of course."

"There are a few parts and things that I could use to help. Could I give you a list and if you find them, could you bring them back?"

"I don't see why not."

He tells me what he needs and I record it in my Pip Boy. It's a simple list, really. I could find most of this at that Red Rocket Station. If it's still standing. If not, I could always head into Concord, the next closest town. Besides, Hawthorne mentioned meeting people in Concord. Maybe they're still there. And hopefully still friendly.

I re-pack my backpack with my meager supplies, swallowing down my earlier thoughts about Benny. I have to focus on the task at hand. And hope that it brings me some answers at least. I say my goodbyes to Hawthorne, who immediately begins to tidy, as much as he can anyway. As I step outside, I can hear him mumbling to himself about the "abysmal state of the begonias." Despite myself, I chuckle at the thought of a 200+ year old robot worrying about flowers in an apocalyptic wasteland.

I cross over the small bridge that connects our quaint, island neighborhood to the land proper, the waters of Misty Lake bubbling and quietly rushing below my steps. I pause for a moment, looking out over the water. It looks clean, but I know better. If the roach I encountered was that large, there's no way that water is as clean as it looks.

I continue walking about a quarter of a mile, grateful that I haven't encountered any new creatures when I see it - the giant, launching rocket on top of the Red Rocket fill station. Somehow, it had made it! I quicken my pace, rounding the corner, the building coming into full sight. But the commotion outside it's main door stops me in my tracks.

A dog, a German Shepherd if I'm seeing right, is fighting off..what the actual fuck is that thing? It's about the same length as the dog but fat, with no fur but wrinkled, white/tan skin, sort of like a naked mole rat. Wait. Is that a rat?? Before I can look again, it dives into a hole in the ground that it made impossibly fast. The dog stands at the edge of the hole, barking. But then the dog stops, his head turning to the side as he looks at the ground, moving away from the hole. Everything is quiet.

SCREECH!

The rat thing emerges from the ground in a flurry of dirt, catching the dog off guard. It lunges for the dog and manages to nip his back leg, the dog's yelp of pain followed by whimpers echoing off the building behind them. The rat turns on the limping dog, drool dripping from it's open mouth. Without thinking, I draw my gun and aim, firing without hesitating and surprising myself when I hit my mark.

The rat screeches in pain and then crumbles to the ground, motionless. The dog stares at the rat for a moment then, seeing it's no longer alive, slumps to the ground. I holster my weapon and head towards the dog, stopping when its head snaps up to me, eyes boring into mine in judgement. I hold my hands up, palms facing the dog.

"It's ok, buddy. I'm here to help you."

The dog, a boy, I realize, studies me for a moment longer and whines again, licking the wound on his leg a few times before looking back up at me, as if asking me to take a look. I walk up to him an kneel down, looking at his leg. It looks pretty deep, blood spilling from the open gash. I glance over at the rat, its mouth hanging open, its giant teeth protruding out. No wonder it looks this bad.

"Wait here a minute, bud. I'll see if they still have a med kit."

I stand back up, his eyes on me as I move towards the Red Rocket station. I pull my gun back out, just in case, but encounter nothing new inside. I did, however, find a first aid box, still completely intact. I open it and find 3 stimpaks, a sense of relief flooding my system. At least I have something to heal with if I need it. I really hope I don't need it.

I toss 2 of them in my backpack and head back outside with the third. I kneel down next to the dog again and he looks from me to the stimpack in my hand.

"I'm going to poke you with this but I promise you'll feel much better, ok?"

He barks once, like he agrees, and waits patiently. I take a deep breath and poke the needle from the stimpack into his side, a little whimper coming from him at the contact. But then the medicine is inside him and I can see the wound starting to heal already. Once it does, he licks at it to clear the blood and then jumps up, barking and hopping around me. I give his head a scratch and he nudges me for more.

"You almost became dogmeat, dude. You gotta be careful." He jumps up and tries to lick at my face. I laugh and back up. "Ok, ok! You're welcome, Dogmeat." He lets out huff and puts his head on my side. I pat him a few more times before heading back over towards the Red Rocket, bringing up the list that Hawthorne gave me on my Pip Boy. To my amazement, Dogmeat follows me, wagging his tail and staying by my side.

"You staying with me now, Dogmeat?" He barks, panting happily while his tail waggs quicker. What did we ever do to deserve dogs?

"Alright, then. But try not to get hurt, ok?" I scratch behind his ears once more before looking around the station. I was able to find pretty much everything Hawthorne had asked for, my backpack considerably heavier on my small trek back to my neighborhood, Sanctuary Hills.

I spend the next few weeks with Hawthorne and Dogmeat, sprucing up the neighborhood as best as we can. Several of the homes are beyond repair, roofs caved in and the insides all crumbled. Maybe if more people are ever around, we can clear them out and use the wood to build something new. Or fortify something. There's definitely holes in the outer barrier of Sanctuary Hills.

The plants, though. The adaptations to the radiation is more than anything I ever worked on in the lab! Granted that was all on a much smaller scale in a controlled environment. Some plants have merged with others and mutated to be something new, while others just became a more intense version of themselves. And still others seem virtually unphased by any of it, still looking the same as they did 200 years ago.

I was able to forage for some foods, Hawthorne and my Pip boy helping me to scan the foods to see what I should really avoid and what would be tolerable. Some of the other abandoned houses had pre-bomb foods still fully intact, but honestly sometimes, I'd rather take my chances on a radiated berry than a Salisbury Steak that's stayed the same over 2 centuries.

But I can't stay here like this forever. I need to find information about Benny. And now that I've got more food saved up, grateful for the basement full of purified water cans that one of our neighbors had squirreled away, it's time for me to venture out. Hawthorne continues to work on the neighborhood, but I can tell he thinks I won't be back. And maybe he's right. Dogmeat comes with me, not wanting to leave my side unless I tell him to. He's good at finding things and also catching small critters, which drastically improves meal times.

We head over the Old North Bridge and past the Red Rocket where Dogmeat and I first met, and continue down the road towards Concord. It's not too much farther, maybe another couple of miles, but about halfway there, Dogmeat suddenly stops, his ears perked up as he stares intensely ahead at the road.

"What is it, boy?" I speak quietly to him, kneeling by his side. He lets out a low "bufff". I see nothing, but the road does wind away a bit down the road. I don't hear anything right away, but then I decide to close my eyes, focus on hearing. And that's when I finally do hear it - voices. And not just any voices, human voices.

I make a clicking sound to Dogmeat and he follows me immediately into the tall brambles by the side of the road, crouching to avoid detection. We wait about 15 minutes before the people are finally in view. They must be injured for them to have taken this long.

"..all I'm saying, is that we've been wandering around looking for this Sanctuary place Mama Murphy has been claiming she sees in her "visions". And what do we have to show for it? More scars, more empty bellies, and less people."

"Marcy, you know Mama Murphy doesn't lie. She's trying to get us to a safe place."

A scoff. "Yeah, but how many of us will be alive by then? We just lost 3 more people back there to that fucking deathclaw."

What the hell is a deathclaw? I really don't want to find out. The group stops, almost in line with where we're hiding and I get a good look at them. They're all in pretty rough shape, their clothes ripped in a lot of places, bags under their eyes, some woulds still bleeding, and an overall sense of weariness. Their leader, a man with dark skin and a wide brimmed hat, carries some kind of gun type weapon with a crank. One I'm not really familiar with. But everyone else seems to have holstered their weapons. If they had them. They don't seem like a threat to me. In fact, they may have information on the Vaults. I look at Dogmeat and he looks at them, waiting for a few moments before looking at me, seemingly in agreement.

I stand from where I had been crouching, my hands raised in front of me. "Hey there! Is everyone ok?"

The man with the hat immediately turns to me, his weapon raised and aiming directly at my chest. "Stop right there!"

I don't move, my hands still held up in front of me. "I'm sorry. I haven't seen people in...a very long time. Is everyone ok?"

The man with the hat glances sideways at his group before back at me. "We can still fight."

"Oh no! I'm not..I want to help!"

"Yeah? Prove it!" The woman who had been complaining before, dark hair, lighter skin, eyes narrowing further at me, yells snarkily at me. Marcy, I think her name is.

"How do I prove that?"

"Wait." An older woman's voice spoke from inside the group of people and the mat with the hat turned to look at her. An older woman, maybe in her 60's, with a beanie hat and blue coat looks up at me. "Are you the vault dweller?"

I glance down at my bright blue jumpsuit with the yellow paneling. “Yeah.”

Marcy snorts, but the woman stares deep into my eyes. “The one lost to time?”

My eyes go wide, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “She’s the one who can take us to Sanctuary.”

Marcy scoffs. “We just see some random chick in a vault suit and we’re just supposed to-”

“Sanctuary?” I ask the woman, never having taken my eyes off hers.

She nods. “A place we can make safe and call home.”

How did this woman know about me? A vault dweller “lost to time”? And then she says I can take them to Sanctuary. Like Sanctuary Hills? Where my home is? Sure, it needs some love, but it is on an island. There’s only a few holes in the perimeter, not a bad place to hold up. But still. I hardly know these people-

“Mama Murphy, we can’t just go asking citizens to take us to places and hope they know what we’re talking about.”

Her eyes are still on me, studying me. “She knows what I’m talking about.”

Several long moments pass before the man in the hat clears his throat, holding his hand out towards me. “I’m sorry for the introductions. My name is Preston and I’m with the Minutemen.” I shake his hand but my confusion must show on my face because he continues. “Oh, right. Vault dweller. The Minutemen are made up of civilian volunteers. We’re here to protect the people at a minute’s notice.”

Minutemen. Sounds like a good organization. I’m going to have to trust at some point if I want answers.

“You can call me Juni.”

Marcy chuckles. “I think I’ll stick with Vault Dweller.”

Preston glances sideways at her before back at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Juni.”

No time like the present. “Do you know anything about any other vaults? Around Boston?”

Preston nods. “Only a bit. Met a couple of them a while back. 2 women. They had some…unique features-”

“If you think one eye and horns are just unique.”

I look at Marcy. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Marcy, we call them mutations. Apparently, they were uh..experimented on in their vault. Not just them but all the generations before them. So…mutations.”

So they were running experiments in all of the vaults. I guess that makes sense, considering they never told us about the cryo and even pretended it was decontamination. What else has Vault Tech done?

“What vault were they from?” I ask Preston.

He shrugs. “They didn’t say. Got rid of their vault suits before we met too.”

Well, at least there are other vault dwellers out there. That means, I may be able to communicate with them from my vault, assuming the equipment works. It’s not much, but a tiny flutter of hope billows in my stomach at the thought of possibly finding out more information about Benny.

“About Sanctuary-”

Marcy cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “Don’t listen to Mama Murphy. She’s high most of the time she comes up with these visions.”

“That may be, but I live in a place called Sanctuary Hills. It’s not to far from here actually. Would…would you all like to accompany me back? There’s work that needs to be done to refortify it. But with everyone pitching in, I don’t see that being an issue. There’s plenty of space for everyone.”

All of their eyes are fixed on me, wide and bewildered. Except for Mama Murphy, who simply smirks, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it. A man with spiked brown hair, coveralls, and goggles hanging around his neck speaks up from the back of the group.

“Did you say there were things to fix up?”

“I did.”

The man turns to Preston, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline as he waits for his answer.

“Can you give us a moment, Juni?”

“Sure. Come on, Dogmeat.” I turn and head back in the Red Rocket station, gathering up the few parts and bits that I thought may be useful while the group discussed things outside. Only a minute later, Preston was calling for me to come back. I tossed the parts in my bag and headed back over, wiping my hands on my pants.

“We accept your offer of refuge.” Preston sticks his hand out and I shake it.

“Great! Follow me.”

The group follows me back over the bridge to Sanctuary Hills, their murmurs growing quiet as they take in the setting. I can hear the man in the coveralls, Sturges, mumbling to himself, making a list of things to fix up and materials he’d need. Preston scans the area as does Marcy, albeit with a more skeptical look. We stop at the house across the street from mine, some chairs and benches already setup under the open garage. Hawthorne had done a great job of cleaning up and arranging what he could. Mama Murphy sat in the chair and groaned, leaning her foot across her opposite leg, sliding off her shoes to massage her foot.

“Don’t get old, dear. It’s not kind to your body.”

“I’m older than you.”

She looks up at me and starts to laugh. “I guess you are!”

Marcy pauses her pacing and looks at me. “What? You’re not older than her.”

I shrug. “She was right about me. I uh…I was frozen in my vault. I’m-” I think a moment. “-I’m about 228 years old.”

Everyone’s jaw drops. “228 years old? So you were like..here? Before?”

I nod and toss my thumb over my shoulder, pointing at my home. “I grew up in that house. My parents still lived there when…”

My mind races back to that day, a vivid image of the mushroom cloud silently erupting over the city. I shake my head to rid it of the memory and give them a small smile. “Anyway…Hawthorne-” I nod towards the Mr. Handy robot that had floated up to us. “- has been trying his best to get things fixed up, but we really need extra hands.”

“I’m afraid I’m all thumbs. Rather, I’m no thumbs,” Hawthorne says matter-of-factly. Everyone chuckles lightly.

Sturges looks around. “I’ve been making a list of things we can do to fortify this place. Things we’d need to get. Jung, you still got ahold of that water purifier?”

“You have a water purifier?” I ask him, shocked.

He nods. “Yup! Ah, thanks Jung.” The man that had been hanging primarily behind Marcy hands him a complicated looking device. Sturges looks it over and nods. “Still in good shape! I can put this in the water down there, but we’ll need to secure it. If someone sees this, that river won’t stop them from trying to get it.”

The rest of the night is spent around a campfire, eating some of the food I’d managed to grow, along with some of their rations, while we discussed what needs to be done to make this place like a fort. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad about changing the way Sanctuary Hills looks, but I’m not a fool. This world is not the one I came from, and I yield to their expertise in this new adventure.

We spend the next several months putting up walls and scrounging for parts for a few turrets in nearby Concord. I learn more about this wasteland, or what they call The Commonwealth. Apparently, more than just roaches had mutated, and I listen in horror with all of the mutated creatures that they’ve encountered. While I’ve fought more than just the rad roach and mole rat, I haven’t run across a deathclaw or radscorpion yet. And while I’m still a little unclear about what a deathclaw is other than some sort of giant dinosaur lizard, I do know for sure that I don’t want to ever meet one. No matter how curious I am.

They in turn ask me questions about life before. What it was like, the food, could we just drink any water, the food, was everything clean, what was the food like. I’m not surprised the food was what they’re interested in most, especially after having the food that is the new normal. I never would have guessed I’d be eating friend radroach or baked bloatfly, but after I threw up from not having enough protein, I had to cave. Hakuna matata.

Once the wall was up, I started heading back into the vault a few times a week. At first, I brought Sturges and Marcy with me, all of us scavenging for parts and things we could use. The vault was fairly stripped by this point, a mere skeleton of its former glory. We did get everyone out of the cryo pods, digging a small cemetery above ground and giving them a proper burial. So much unnecessary loss. Part of me wonders how long I sat there, frozen, while my neighbors were long since dead.

Once they gathered everything they could, I continued to come down to fiddle with the computers, trying to contact any other vaults. I’m met mostly with static, which makes sense. A lot of vaults may just be empty, people having left them a long time ago. Or maybe they lay dormant. Or dead.

I did get ahold of a couple vaults, but one spoke some weird made up language and another the reception was so spotty I could barely make them out. All I managed to figure out was they were on the west coast, so they couldn’t really help me out anyway. Still, I kept at it, holding onto that last spark of hope that he was still out there somewhere. Or I could at least find out what happened to him. I fiddle with the controls, turning knobs and repeating my vault number into the microphone, only static in return. I glance at the watch on my Pip Boy and sit up, stretching. I almost didn’t come today, but I wanted to give it one quick shot this morning before I had to harvest the crops we’d been growing: tatos, like a tomato, mutfruit, a small, purple fruit that tastes sweet, and corn. We were growing extra as we could use them to make useful tools, like adhesive or acid, which I was able to make extra potent with my background knowledge in bio-nuclear agriculture.

I gather up my bag and Dogmeat stretches, standing up to accompany me out of the vault. As we ascend, I kneel down and scratch him behind the ear, patting his head as I stand back up, feeling him give my hand a quick lick. The sun crests over the edge of the metal tube, the gears groaning slightly as they settle into place. I shield my eyes as the light hits them, turning to head down the path back towards Sanctuary Hills. But as I near it, I can hear panicked voices, tools moving quicker than normal. It takes several knocks on the gate before it opens, Mama Murphy standing there, looking worried.

“Hey, Mama Murphy. What’s going on?”

Her eyes are filled with fear, an emotion I had yet to see in her.

“Nightshade.”

I cock my head, my eyebrows pulling together. “Like the plant?”

She shakes her head, leaning in close to whisper. “Like the person.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about. Or who. “I don’t understand.”

Preston walks up then, beckoning me to him. “Good, you’re back. We could use your help over at the crops.”

I look back at Mama Murphy, her eyes wide and worried before I follow Preston to the garden, jogging just to keep up with his large gait. Marcy and Jung are in the garden, hurriedly trying to gather up crops, tossing them into bags.

“Preston, what’s going on?”

He looks back at me, the same worry in Mama Murphy’s eyes in his own. “Nightshade.”

“You keep saying that like I’m supposed to know what that means.”

“It means,” Marcy yells from her crouched position next to a tato plant. “That we better have a good choice of crap for him or he’ll kill us all. And that’s if he’s kind.”

I look at Preston for confirmation and he nods. “He’s a courier and a merc. He moves between settlements and Raiders, bartering deals and…contracts.”

“That doesn’t sound entirely terrible. I mean, aren’t the Raiders nasty? This way, less people die?”

Preston grimaces. “Not entirely. I mean, sure. Overall, there’s less mass deaths. Raiders were known to come in and destroy an entire area and then move on. Now, those areas are still getting to be used for farming and such.”

“So what’s the issue?”

“If you don’t comply and give him what he demands…well. It doesn’t end well.”

I look back over at Marcy and Jung, both of them scrutinizing each piece of fruit before deciding if it was good enough for this Nightshade before either leaving it or tossing it in a burlap sack.

“Is this all for one person?”

Preston shrugs. “Sometimes. Other times, it’s for other groups. Unless he tells us, we don’t ask.”

“This is a lot of food.”

“It is.”

“We need these rations to give out to other settlements, the ones that you said need our help.”

He sighs. “I just don’t see a way we can keep everything here and our lives. We’ll just have to grow more.”

I’ll have to think on that. But… “You said he travels around?”

Preston nods. “Yeah. All around the Commonwealth. Some other areas too like Far Harbor up north and the old Nuka Cola World. Which is basically a giant raider settlement now.”

“When do you have to give him the supplies?”

“Tomorrow at noon. At the Red Rocket where we met you. Why?”

“I’d like to be the one to bring them.”

Preston shakes his head vehemently. “No. No way. I’m not going to let you face this man by yourself.”

“I won’t be alone. I have Dogmeat.”

Preston scoffs. “That won’t be enough.”

“If we have all the supplies he asked for, I don’t see the issue.”

“He’s the Nightshade, Juni.”

“And he could be the only one who has information about Benny.”

Preston opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “I’m doing this, Preston. I’ll be ok. And if I’m not, then just..carry on. You already have Sanctuary Hills. You’ll be fine. The Commonwealth needs you more than me.”

He studies me for a few moments before nodding. “I can’t convince you otherwise?”

I shake my head. “Not when it comes to possibly finding out more information about Benny.”

“I understand. Please be careful.”

I leave the next morning, a few hours before I would need to be at the Red Rocket. It takes about 45 minutes to walk there, especially with the supplies this Nightshade requested, a random mix of provisions and scrap. Dogmeat scouts ahead of me, sniffing the ground, making sure we’re safe. The bright Red Rocket station gleams through the light fog, but as we approach, we see no one waiting there. Figures.

I drop the bags outside, standing up and stretching my back. Dogmeat sniffs around and then stands in front of me, tail wagging and eyes watching me. Its been a while since we’ve been outside of the gates or the vault and I can tell he wants to explore.

“Alright. Go get a squirrel or something. I’ll be ok.” He cocks his head at me and whines. I bend to scratch behind his ears. “Go on. I know you want to hunt.” A quick lick to my hand and he’s off, disappearing out into the bushes.

I sigh, my hands on my hips as I look around. The fog has only lifted slightly and I’m unable to see past the perimeter of the station. It’s quiet, nothing really moving, not even a breeze. I start to pace, kicking the dirt outside a little with my toe. But after a while, I grow bored and decide to head inside the station to do another sweep for things. We’ve been here so many times, but anything to break up the boredom. I’ll count ceiling tiles if I have to. I pick up a box and set it on the counter inside, bending over it to look inside, poking around at the random things in it. Basically trash, but you never know. Suddenly, I feel a cold, metal cylinder push against the back of my neck and I realize with horror that it’s the barrel of a gun. It clicks, a round sliding into the chamber and my heart feels like it’s going to beat through my chest. Is this the Nightshade? I can’t believe I let my guard down.

“Where the fuck did you get this jumpsuit?”

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photogirl894 · 8 months ago

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I know I've shared before a bit of what The Bad Batch has meant to me, but I just feel that I have so much more I want to say. Though, in all honesty, I don't think I'll ever be able to put into words exactly how much it means to me, but I'll certainly endeavor to do my best 😊

Having grown up with Clone Wars and just being a lifelong Star Wars fan in general, I was excited when the Bad Batch show was announced. Another Star Wars animated show?? Hell yeah!! I was so down for it. I remember going to my parents place to watch it with my family and my friends...and I fell in love SO fast! I remember thinking the Bad Batch were cool in their CW season 7 arc, but that was about it. Something about them in "Aftermath" changed my view of them and having Omega show up, too, made it even better. Then episode 2 came out later that week and I knew I was hooked right as the episode ended.

I had no idea just how much this show would consume my life 😅

I hadn't been so obsessed with a fandom since The Hobbit movies. That fandom was what introduced me to writing fanfiction and to Tumblr. Then Bad Batch was what made me go back to Tumblr and to fanfiction, as well. It made me start writing for the world of Star Wars, a world I didn't think I would ever be able to write for. I came back to Tumblr after a few years cuz once I found myself going so crazy for this show, I knew Tumblr was the right place to find other people just as crazy about it, just like I'd been able to do for the Hobbit.

And boy, was I right!!

I have found almost more people who loved Bad Batch as much as me than I did in my Hobbit days. Every single person I've talked to and interacted with have impacted my life in so many ways. I even had the special privilege of meeting a couple people in person, as well, which were wonderful experiences! I've spent many hours on discord calls either just one on one with certain people or in severs with big groups of people, playing games, chatting and just having a grand time. I've made some of the greatest friends I've ever had here and it's all thanks to the Bad Batch! I would name each person here, but I don't want to accidentally leave anyone out because there are just so many I'd want to mention, but you all know who you are! 💜💜 I mean it when I say I love all of you, every person I've ever interacted with! You all are truly amazing and I seriously hope I'll get to meet more of you in person in the future 💜

Being back on Tumblr also came with its fair share of drama over the past couple years, but if anything, all that made me stronger, more resilient and it also showed me who my true friends are. I'm grateful for those who stood beside me in those times.

Many of you have been there for me through other hard times in my life, when I had awful drama at work or financial troubles or just bad days in general. A lot of you let me vent so many times and offered me kindness, help and advice, which have meant the world to me. Some of you have even supported mine and my friends' Twitch and YouTube channels and have watched our Star Wars D&D streams or our charity streams, which also means so much to me and I can't thank those of you have supported us enough!

I've learned a lot from the Bad Batch over the years, as well.

Hunter taught me to never give up on your family and to fight for what you think is right.

Crosshair taught me to stick to your beliefs and that it's always possible to change.

Echo taught me to always be loyal to your friends and that you can grow beyond your trauma.

Tech taught me to always be who you are, no matter what everyone thinks, and to treasure your knowledge of things.

Wrecker taught me that it's okay to still have a playful side and to never be afraid of sharing what you love with people.

Omega taught me that compassion is not a weakness, but a strength and you're never too small or too young to make a difference.

So much of my life has changed in just 3 years because of this group of ragtag Clones and their exciting adventures in a galaxy far, far away. Even now, I don't think I've said everything I want to say...but I know I've said just enough.

Now, the show is coming to an end...and I'm feeling the same sadness I did when I knew the last Hobbit movie was coming out. Because that means the thing that has given me something to look forward to for so long is ending. I've become so emotionally invested in these characters and stories and I feel like I'm saying goodbye to loved ones. I legit don't know what I'm gonna do for a while.

One thing I do know I AM gonna do is I'm not going anywhere in the fandom. Space Mama will be around for a long time to come 😊💜 I've got fics to write and friendships to maintain!

All that's left to say is thank you. Thank you to every single person who have come into my life and will continue to be a part of it. Thank you to Dave Filoni (who I know, at least, started the show and brought the Bad Batch into Clone Wars) Jennifer Corbett, Brad Rau, the Kiner's, Joel Aron and, of course, Michelle Ang and Dee Bradley Baker for bringing this fantastic show to life.

In the words of Hunter: "Change takes getting used to. You'll see. Just give it time." Words we're all going to have to live by.

But also, in his words: "If this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

This is where I want to be...and this is where I'll stay 💜💜

May the Force be with us all...always 💜

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liannelara-dracula · 2 years ago

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Hi, can we have the diaboy's handwriting?

Hi Love,

Totally, this sounds so cool. For more explanation of if cursive is old or not you can refer to the comments.☺️😊

-Liannelara

P.S. For fun here is admins hand writing

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The Diaboys Handwriting hcs

Sakamaki

Shu

Fancy and kinda dark academia aesthetic but is definitely not readable to most of us.

It's in cursive of course cause he's archaic.

And he's pretty lazy, he like barely holds his pen.

He mostly writes in Latin that way none of his brothers understand but sometimes he writes in his demon language.

Although with all the tech now he literally does the voice audio type or anything he needs to write down.

It's so rare to see this lazy ass with a pencil in his hand lol.

Reiji

Its crazy but in cursive it is beautiful, like great penmanship.

But in print, Reiji shows a completely different side of himself.

He never writes in print because he finds that people may think he's vulnerable.

Reiji only writes his most personal thoughts in print and its because he never shares with anyone and can't be himself except for on paper.

So only sadness and angry are written in print.

It is canon that he once held a diary when he was younger so it wouldn't be surprising if he writes his feelings in print. I mean he's stressed.

If he had a lover he writes in print because he wants her to know this side.

Cursive is what he uses when he's doing chemistry or a grocery list.

Laito

The left is how he writes in his demon language its more secretive and mysterious. He hardly uses it tbh.

The writing on the right is usual, normal print/cursive writing.

It's not super fancy or plain.

It is plain but with a little flare.

His writing is pretty neat and clean.

Although he doesn't write a lot he does like to write about his sexual escapades.

Kanato

He alternates between the two.

The left is when he is more focused and maybe upset. But not mad.

If he was mad, he'd write everything in caps.

Although the right is when he is calm since it's cursive.

He uses both interchangeably tho.

What's actually nice about his handwriting is not that it's simple or because it's bold or small. It's what Kanato writes.

I seriously think he writes poems and he is really good at it.

I mean any girl could fall in love with how this man writes, especially if he writes about you.

And he has such a nice voice when he talks about his lover/love interest.

Ayato

It's a mess, he prefers to type.

He makes spelling and grammar mistakes all the time but he uses a pen.

He literally cannot read his writing sometimes and asks Reiji if he knows and his brother just gets really mad at him.

He crosses out so much stuff.

And he writes in any spot.

He doesn't stay on the line, the letters are everywhere.

It's super plain and he never writes in cursive because he literally does know what is the top or bottom of the paper after writing it.

Subaru

Very messy and always in ink.

There are so many scribbles and ink smudges.

He always writes in print because his cursive is unreadable.

He doesn't stay on the lines, his writing moves up and down.

It's very careless and free.

He writes very big.

And has a hard time reading his handwriting sometimes.

Kino

Different and kinda neat but has a lot of crossed-out parts.

Sometimes capitalizes things for no reason.

He can write in cursive but wouldn't choose to.

Although his writing style is unique considering the font.

He is also part of the ink-only squad.

He also likes to abbreviate a lot of stuff.

Is able to keep his writing in a steady line for the most part.

Mukami

Ruki

If he's presenting it's neat, if its for his own things its sloppier.

But still, no soul has ever been able to read it.

He does it on purpose.

Kou has always wondered what it says but he's never been able to tell if it's even in English or in the demon language. Like he has no clue.

Ruki does this in case something thinks about snooping.

He probably does write in his free time, and honestly, he writes a lot. I bet he has so many journals that are filled over the years about his life as a vampire.

So it's hundreds of years of the world all in these books of his.

It's honestly fascinating but no one can read them.

Though if he had a lover he may open up to them about it and share what is in there.

But he might be a tease and lie about what's in there to get her to laugh and throw a pillow at her.

Kou

Okay now although the content at the end of this letter (left) is yandere that's not the point.

I seriously feel he writes in a bunch of fonts and caps/lowercase just cause he's everywhere.

And this is usually how he writes to his fans because they think it "cute"

The right shows his usual handwriting tbh.

It takes a second or two to understand.

But it's not too bad.

He hardly uses his handwriting for anything tho.

Puts hearts on "I"s

Yuma

Messy, always messy.

He is just so sloppy.

You'd think that because he has good hands in a garden he'd have nice handwriting, but you're wrong.

He connects letters with each other, and he has spaces, eraser smudges, and even crossed-out words.

Although his paper is not clean and you can read the writing, well for the most part.

He does have a nice signature though.

Azusa

He has really neat handwriting.

Like it's easy to read, it's neat, and it's not super big.

But there's only one problem.

His papers are always ripped or crumbled, torn, worn out, or have watermarks.

Like there isn't one time where the paper is nice.

He seems like he doesn't know how to do cursive or rather he forgets.

He probably writes relatively small.

Tsukinami

Carla

Fancy cursive and then regular cursive.

He's never used print in his entire 3,000+ years lol.

If he is writing a very formal letter to someone important he uses the writing on the left.

If he is writing for himself or to his brother he uses the writing on the right.

Either way, no one can deny that he has good penmanship.

His signature is also really elegant.

He has his own signature style in cursive.

Something most cannot do.

Shin

Like his brother it is in cursive and very fancy.

The left is how he writes in a more formal setting because it is easier to read.

He always writes really neatly surprisingly, it's the founder prince in him.

It's always in a steady line too, you'd think he'd measure where he wanted to put the handwriting.

The right is his more loose and less legible writing. He uses this if his letter is informal and it is to someone he is comfortable with or has known for a while.

He doesn't really write in print unless its for school and he wants to blend in.

Because he's supposed to be a British exchange student it doesn't surprise me if most of his notes are in shorthand.

I think once he learned that no one uses cursive he decided to not use it that much and stuck to print.

Which probably looks something like this.

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First time being on tumblr to live react to the weekly uploads folks:

229 - Setting An Example

MAI IS ALIVE THANK GOD (I was very worried about her after last week, I know absolutely nothing about staffside)

Thank you for being slightly kind and sparing her Monomoko ig

Yanagi being absolutely emotionally devastated and his gut reaction being to yell move and run to Hayashi's side is 😭

Yanagi being very upset he can't come to the Medbay and getting invited by Tsuno as the assistant was a perfect full circle for me. Thanks for signing him up for medical duty Hayashi

230 - Work Disagreement

Man Dr Haruka is PISSED, the voice acting from her is incredible

Dr Kan is insane and I will never be a fan of him... but goddamnit he's the reason Hayashi is alive. Love how smooth his voice sounds too

Hayashi deserves better than getting tortured gdi

Dr Seki's voice reminds me of the phone guy from FNAF lol

Hayashi 'making a mess' in Dr Kan's room sounds like it could've become a crime scene 😩

I'm VERY curious to know (if we ever find out) why Dr Kan is extremely confident that he won't get kicked off the project. I'm sure he has a good reason to believe this (other than being an egotistical jerk), but again I know nothing about Staffside

231 - Salvage

Wada really popping off after Okazaki traumatised him

Nakamigawa very harsh today yikes

Calling Isono 'Wada's Dead girlfriend' is very 💀

Wada didn't know about the Chapter 1 reward? Oh no...

232 - Complete Destruction

Man poor Wada has been going through intense emotional turmoil this chapter

HE'S BREAKING STUFF!?

I hope Wada gets some positive news after this chapter...

No no no no? Come back? Did he destroy something he wasn't meant to? Or is this about Isono?

233 - Tech Support

Wada is extremely grateful for whatever's about to happen my lord

Oh so he broke the computer with Isono's voice recording, very unfortunate

Wada picking fights wasn't on my bingo card, but I'm glad he's taking responsibility

Poor Ojima always having to apologise on behalf of Nakamigawa lol

We're getting Wada AND Ojima trauma flashbacks simultaneously

Glad Wada put two and two together about who Ojima is outside of the killing game, Ojima gets another buddy to confide in

Ojima being the youngest and tallest brother makes sense 😂

Wada's parents hated him that badly?

Ojima admitting he likes Wada 🥺

WAIT DEATH FLAGS NO

The MOMENT you say 'when we get out of here' one of the two in the conversation will die

Yanagi/Hayashi and Wada/Ojima are now in danger this chapter... I don't want anyone to die but Okazaki sorry guys 😭

Although that aside I think Ojima offering for Wada to meet his brothers and have them be his family is SO SWEET

LOL Ojima has no tech experience and was faking it until he was making it the whole time 😭😂

'But you wear glasses!' Oh Wada you sweet sweet summer child lol

Wada hiding his wounds from Ojima... and Ojima IMMEDIATELY JUMPING TO THE RIGHT CONCLUSION

Ojima very serious about protecting Wada, I'm very glad he convinced Wada to confide in him and get the help he needs

234 - Thanatophobia

Did we have an episode already named this or am I crazy?

I love Watari repeatedly going into Okazaki's coat as a bit

Shit talking about how Kamimura can't kill because he's weak lol

Okazaki arguing that Nakamigawa is weaker than Kamimura is interesting to me

Watari getting vulnerable... incredible voice acting

Them being foxes together 🥺

'I hope I'm alive tomorrow morning' WATARI/VON THAT BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING FOR A BODY DISCOVERY TOMORROW, ESPECIALLY FOR WATARI

Watari giving thanks to Okazaki for being friends... how adorable

While Okazaki does seem to be slightly genuine here she BETTER NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WATARI OR ISTG

235 - Bed Neighbours

Wada being very angsty vocally... here we go with another person finding out about the abuse

Oh nevermind, Ojima is a legend for being mg confidential

Okazaki has POWERFUL legs

Black bruises... oh Wada...

Mai's been going in and out of consciousness... I'm kinda scared for when she wakes up TBH

Mai hanging from her wrists, no wonder the students wanted to get her down so fast

BROKEN RIBS!? OKAZAKI YOU'RE ALREADY MY LEAST FAVOURITE BUT WTF

PC fixing bonding between the nerdy introverts

Student Spotlight - Hasegawa Ken

Omg I was so excited when I saw this, he's one of my favourites (and based on the fandom I thought Ojima was going to win this one)

KAMIMURA TAKES HASEGAWA TO THE INTERVIEW ROOM!? OMG THE SHIPPING PROPAGANDA NEVER STOPS

Poor Hasegawa is an anxious wreck as always

KAMIMURA GETS TO STAY? THIS IS AWESOME 🤩

Unexpected plot twist, I had just automatically assumed guests weren't allowed

I love Kamimura being Hasegawa's support person/hype friend haha

Hasegawa saying Kamimura, Hama, Ojima and Watari wouldn't kill in the first week is a good judge of character I think

Tamba being his answer for who would've killed in the first and Kamimura laughing about it is a mood

Hiroaki being runner up for the killer question makes sense from Hasegawa's perspective lol

Of course 'How do you feel about Kamimura Kazutoshi?' is the second question, I love it but DANGIT WE MIGHT NOT GET THE MOST HONEST ANSWER BECAUSE KAMIMURA IS IN THE ROOM 😩

Baseline 'We are friends and I like hanging out with him' give me more EMOTION Ken 😭😂

'They wouldn't murder you before Tamba' OMG SHOTS FIRED 😂

Ken has a victim/blackened list, he's one of us lmao

He thinks Wada is dying immediately, makes sense but 😭

I love how genuine Kamimura's laughs are too

Spider (Monkey) Wada ✨

Kamimura doesn't care for Wada, the pain, the agony 😩

Ken works out? 👀

^ That comment from me is very Watari coded lol

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I'm writing this down for me:

Ken's Victim List: Wada, Kamimura, Hama, Ken, Ojima, Tsuno

Ken's Blackened List: Hayashi, Hiroaki, Okazaki, Tamba, Watari, Yanagi

Pretty even split tbh

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He hopes and thinks he will survive by playing the smart game, I'm curious to see if we get any elaboration on this in the story later

Good family relationship let's go

Mao lore yay! She's outspoken, loud, really smart and confident. She's a crime journalist.

Hasegawa works at his Dad + Dad's Girlfriend's antique store, interesting lore and makes sense for Hasegawa to enjoy it

Going to university for history maybe is a big slay, him wanting to work despite being financially stable also makes sense

These questions submitted for Hasegawa are the best set so far imo so thank you Von and thank you Tetro fandom

Kamimura saying his biggest strength is being a giant stupid nerd 😂

And Hasegawa's response being his resilience after being a punching bag for three weeks 😂

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Greatest Strength: Ability to focus, pushing through when things are hard, ability to bounce back

Biggest Weakness: Bad at home making stuff

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HERE COME THE KAMIMURA COMPLIMENTS YAYYYYY

Hasegawa says Kamimura is really smart :3

Oh dangit, I thought we were about to get a list

HASEGAWA ISN'T INTO WOMEN! REJOICE! I LOVE HAVING SO MUCH GAY IN MY KILLING GAMES! 😂♥️

Kamimura went quiet because he realises he has a romantic chance now :0

Not Kamimura taking over the who do you hate question 😂

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Kamimura hates: Tamba, Hiroaki, Okazaki

Hasegawa Dislikes: Okazaki, Hiroaki, Yanagi

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Kamimura: Kill Yourself

Monomoko: No

Love this interaction 😂

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He feels guilty about Isono's death, noooo 😭

Love that these two hang out so much together

236 - Defensive Position

Ojima and Nakamigawa arguing like an old married couple again 🙄

Ojima wants him to show respect, thanks for saying what we all want to hear Ojima

Oh nooooo, Ojima struck a nerve saying that everyone hates Nakamigawa

Actual fight happening this time, drats we didn't need more angst after Wada this chapter

Hiroaki having grievances about Ojima spacing out and throwing off every single investigation is fair, but gdi

Hiroaki doesn't hate Kamimura, Tsuno or Wada? I know he's acted in contradictory ways about them but I'm surprised by this verbal revelation

This was a good reality check for Hiroaki I think, hope some good comes out of it

#tetro danganronpa #tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa tetro #dr tetro #tetro pink

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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 4 months ago

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barely comprehensible ramblings under the cut, also spoilers for dune messiah

Figuring out in my head (with close to zero knowledge about nuclear physics & i'm too scared to research it because it scares me, your girl couldn't even watch Oppenheimer ok) how the stone burner in Dune Messiah works/what the hell it is. This likely will not make any actual sense, science side of tumblr please don't eat me.

What we actually know about it. 1) it's a weapon "powered by atomics" (what?) that is somehow barely legal within the in-universe laws surrounding atomic weapons 2) it "emits J-rays" (wikipedia did not elaborate) 3) it has just enough power to fuck up eye tissue of anyone in the vicinity but not enough to destroy skin, bones etc. The explosion itself like, levels an entire block of buildings though so there's that. Also, if "given too much fuel" it can also destroy an entire planet?

What we/I can infer from Dune: Messiah. 1) It's portable and at least somewhat concealable, or else the Tleilaxu not checking spelling on that i'm tired wouldn't have been able to sneak it into the city correct? 2) there are different "settings" or at least different fueling levels that can alter the level of destruction

What I'm not at all clear on: 1)what it actually looks like?? I have zero idea what I'm supposed to be picturing 2) how it's activated. Is it like a firework where someone's gotta run in and light it and then back the fuck away? is it remote controlled? is it a missile? no clue 3) similarly just...how it works?? clearly there's some kind of nuclear reaction going on but there seem to be suggestions that something external is going on too...once again I know Nothing about atomic weapons in our own world let alone this fictional sci-fi one but. it feels like it doesn't make a lot of sense ya know.

And honestly...it doesn't matter that much? I joke but I really don't mind that it's this sort of weird mysterious thing that isn't fully explained in the text. But I remain a very visual person, and it bugs me that I don't know what I'm supposed to be imagining. Also, I wonder how the hell they're going to depict it in the third film, assuming they do so, because while being deliberately vague about a piece of Weird technology can work in a book...in a visual medium that's a lot trickier.

(I've more recently wondered if Denis won't actually have a stone burner be a thing at all...while I'm convinced that, no matter how far from the book they might stray, they'll stick with Paul going blind, I almost wonder if they'll have it happen in a way that's similar but easier to explain just to get rid of the uncertainty around the tech?? Though I hope not bc I want to see what he comes up with)

So my conceptulization of it in my head as I was reading it, was like. Not something that probably makes any sense but I thought it was a cool visual and so tried to rationalize it??

I imagined something of a cross between a firework and a gas camping stove. Bear with me. I pictured something sort of tube-like in shape and a couple feet tall that houses...something radioactive. The "J rays" are the radiation that's released prior to the explosion itself and are somehow "inactive"/somewhat benign to begin with. Then then some kind of "spark" is set off remotely, and ignites at the top of the "radiation bubble", causing a chain reaction of ignition that "activates" the bubble and causes an explosion that remains within the specific radius and also causes the radiation to become dangerous.

So we have the hissing sound of the radiation "leaking" before the explosion, followed by the visual of the ignition spark rising slowly into the air and then sort of exploding downwards. Sort of like a weird firework. I am aware this is not at all how atomic weapons work.

@fuckyeahisawthat coming back to tag u in whatever the hell this is...

#dune #dune messiah #is this anything #i'm tired i don't know physics don't @ meeeee #i think i made it more nonsensical by trying to explain it but heyyy

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jaket-fanatic-gvf · 2 years ago

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You Belong With Me

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Summary: This is loosely based on the song "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift (I went to her concert in Minneapolis on Friday and couldn't get this idea out of my head.

Warnings: None as of right now! There will for sure be a part 2, but even that will be pretty fluffy I think.

A/N: So this is the first fan fic I've ever felt okay enough to post. If anyone reads this and has any tips or suggestions for me please let me know! I've also only had Tumblr for like a month or 2, and I'm not tech-savvy at all, so bear with me while I try to figure this all out :)

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“Samuel Francis Kiszka, open your door!”

Things are starting to fall out of your grasp. The walk to Sam’s house isn’t far, only directly across the street from yours, but you have all of the supplies for your weekly movie night, so your arms are full to the brim. You hear a couple bags of candy hit the ground and decide to yell again.

“Sammy, I swear to god, I’m going to drop–”

The door swings open and you are greeted by your best friend’s other best friend and roommate. Danny’s curls are pulled bag into a low bun and he’s wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank. He frowns, and when you look at his face he seems a bit drowsy.

“Danny! Oh thank God. I’m sorry, did I wake you up? Sam normally is waiting for me at the door after I text him that I’m on my way. I have all of the stuff for movie night, so I couldn’t open the door. Sorry if I woke you, can you help me please? Where’s Sam? I could've swore he read my text–”

“Y/N,” Danny puts both of his hands on your shoulders and shakes you a bit, “One, take a breath, I don’t know how you can talk so much. Two, Madison called him I think, I can hear them arguing on the phone.”

Danny takes all of the snacks you’re holding and the ones you dropped allowing you to resituate your hold on the blankets and skincare products you’re holding Sam will let you test on him. He’s walked back into his home and its out of your sight before you even get the door closed.

Once you cross the threshold of the house, you can hear the arguing too. You have never really been a fan of Madison. She and Sam started going out last semester after he helped tutor her in whatever math class he had to take. Is your dislike for Maddie slightly due to the fact that you have a crush on your best friend… no, that’s neither here nor there. You just think she’s a mean person. She doesn’t deserve a sweetheart like Sam.

Maddie also really doesn’t like you. She’s tried on multiple occasions to try and make Sam stop hanging out with you even though you’ve never been anything but perfectly platonic with him- you think you’d die from embarrassment if he ever found out about your crush. You and Sam have been friends ever since the beginning of college. You were in the same orientation group and even though you have very different majors and friend groups, he managed to weasel his way into being your favorite person.

The first thing you remember learning about Sam is how chaotic he is. He never fails to make you laugh with his goofy moods and his iconic wit. He’s been your saving grace on multiple occasions during finals weeks and truthfully, you don’t think you could have done these last 2 ½ years without him by your side. Friday night movie night actually became a thing after you spent so much time locked away in your dorm room freshman year panicking about life that he decided to always have one night to force you to relax. The two of you have never missed a movie night together since they started.

Now, hearing one muffled half of an argument over the phone, you can’t help but think that the cause of the bickering is the movie night itself. Sam’s voice is raspy and it almost sounds like he’s begging Maddie for something? You try to not pay attention, but they have been on the phone for a few minutes now and it doesn’t seem to be letting up. You decide to text Sam to let him know that you’re in his living room whenever he’s ready.

Right after your message goes through, the ‘Read’ notification pops up and you hear Sam sigh. His voice becomes immediately less muffled when he opens his door and starts walking down the hallway towards you.

“Listen Maddie, I’m sorry, but I’m not going. You know I’m busy and you know I’d never cancel unless there’s an emergency. I’ll go to a different one with you some other time, I promise. But I have to go now; Y/N is here and we have a longtime standing commitment. I hope you have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe.”

You can now hear the muffled voice of Madison through the phone, and although you can’t hear what she’s saying, you know it’s some sort of sarcastic remark. It makes you roll your eyes. When he walks fully into the room you glance his way and your breath catches right away because you notice that he’s shirtless. You’ve seem Sam without a shirt on before, but it still flusters you to this day because he’s just so beautiful.

Sam is wearing gray joggers and you can see his boxers peaking out the top of the band, and before you stare too long, you force yourself to turn away. Chill Y/N, you think, stay platonic. He’s nodding into his phone and only giving short replies now.

“Okay… okay… Yes, 11 o’clock is fine… okay… okay, bye.”

Sam plops down on the couch right next to you and leans his head back running his hands over his face. When he drops them, his eyes are still closed and his eyebrows are drawn together.

“Maddie says hi,” he says flatly.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and although he can’t see it, it’s almost like he can sense it.

He sighs again. “You’re right, she didn’t.” At this point he opens one eye and turns his head to face you. His face is so close to yours and when you make eye contact it sends shivers down your body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you whisper.

Sam frowns and shakes his head slightly. “I don’t think that’ll help much… she’s not a fan– well, she thinks we spent too much time together. She thinks I’m– nevermind, I shouldn’t say.”

You pat his knee for comfort, and even though he didn’t say exactly what she said, he didn’t have to. It’s the same argument they’ve always had. Sam speaks to literally any girl- he’s cheating on her. Meanwhile, she flirts with all of the football players when she’s cheering (because of course she’s a cheerleader) and she says Sam is too overprotective of her when he’s upset about it.

“Okay…how about you pick the movie and I’ll make the popcorn?” you say as you stand.

“Ya, okay… can we get some alcohol in here too? I think I need it,” Sam sighs.

“Sure, I don’t know what you have, but I have some wine in my fridge, I can–”

“Let’s do shots!” Sam is getting to his feet now and he gives you a wicked grin as he passes you on the way to his kitchen. It’s crazy how fast his mood shifted.

Groaning, you reply, “Sammy, I hate shots.”

“I know you do, but I’m having a shit day and shots will make it better. Here, I even have a new bottle of tequila!” Sam reaches his fridge and pulls a bottle of tequila from the freezer. Even though you’re against the idea, you are already grabbing 2 shot glasses out of his cupboard as well as a bag of popcorn from the pantry.

“You know, Sam, I thought hanging out with me watching bad movies made your day better,” you pout as you put the popcorn in the microwave.

He smiles mischeviously at you again and states matter-of-factly, “Yes, but this has immediate benefits. Plus, it will make whatever shit movie we find more bearable.”

Sam pours you each a shot and you grimace when he hands it to you. You’re horrible at taking shots, even with all of the practice you’ve gotten with Sam over the years. He holds his glass up and you clink them together, and because practice makes perfect, you both slam the glasses on the counter before knocking back the shot at the exact same time. You make a sour face, but you don’t cough at all which you count as a win.

“Atta girl, Y/N!” Sam exclaims and gives you a little shove. You feel a blush setting in from the praise, but it immediately stops when Sam opens the bottle and pours you each another one.

“Sammy, no, this is horrible.”

“Oh, love, you’re going to need to beg harder than that if you want to stop. We’re taking at least 2 more,” Sam teases.

“I am not begging you for shit. It’ll go straight to your head and it’s already so big that you can barely fit it through the doorway. Pass it over.”

Sam huffs in indignation, but is already smiling again by the time your glasses clink. The same sequence follows, and one more round of shots is poured and swallowed within the minute. Before he can pour another, you grab the bottle of tequila from him and move to the microwave for the popcorn.

“Go pick the movie, Sammy, otherwise I’m going to pass out at your house and you will have to carry me across the street.”

Sam leaves the kitchen without a protest, but he calls back to you on his way out saying, “Like you don’t fall asleep every week anyways!”

He has the movie picked out and is rummaging through the facemasks and other skincare goodies you brought over when you walk back into the living room.

“I took shots with you, so you have to do one of these with me,” you declare while getting settled next to Sam on the couch, a bit further away from each other than when he plopped down next to you earlier.

“I would’ve done one with you anyways, love. Help me pick one, I don’t know what any of them mean.”

You pick out a clay mask for each of you and Sam starts the movie, which is some random Netflix rom com. Sam asks for help putting it on, so you scootch over to him and sit on your knees. You turn his head to face you and tell him to close his eyes. Squeezing the paste out of the bag into your hand, you relish in the act of smoothing the product over his high cheekbones, across his forehead, and down the bridge of his nose. Since his eyes are closed, you take full opportunity to study every little detail of his face.

In your eyes, Sam Kiszka is perfect. Objectively, you always knew he was hot. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of the first things that drew you to him. But getting to know him was a whole different beast. He’s so funny, and smart, an insanely talented musician, and caring even though he does his best to hide that fact. The crush on Sam came shortly after the friendship began, but he never seemed to feel the same way about you and you didn’t dare make a move on him if you knew with 100% certainty that it wouldn’t be reciprocated. This friendship wasn’t worth the risk of that.

He gives a content sigh and whispers to you, “This is already very relaxing. I can’t tell if it’s the little face massage or the tequila.”

You giggle and reply, “Probably both, love,” which earns you a small smile from him. You finish up and sit back on your heels.

“Okay Sammy, you’re good. Can you help put on mine or should I go to your bathroom to put it on myself?”

“No, I can help you. How thick should it be?”

Sam sits up and turns towards you and with your faces so close together again your brain fogs for a second. Only a second though as you quickly pull yourself back to planet Earth. You give him instructions and close your eyes waiting for him to reciprocate.

“Sit back on against the couch, Y/N, I’m giving you the whole shabang.”

With that, you sink into the couch with your eyes still closed and you can feel Sam shifting his weight next to you. The packet of product gets ripped open and next thing you feel is the cold mask being rubbed onto your skin by his warm hands. You hold your breath because this feels very intimate and Sam chuckles once he notices.

“Ya, Y/N, I’m pretty sure you can keep breathing. I promise I’m not going to stick any of it up your nose.” To make a point of it, he taps one of his fingers on the point of your nose. You chuckle and swear at yourself in you’re head for being weird. Actually, you take that back. You blame the tequila and the fact that you can smell his cologne very well since youre sitting so close together.

Sam finishes rubbing the mask onto your face and by the time you open your eyes, he’s already resituating himself on the couch right up next to you, legs pressed together. He reaches for the bowl of popcorn and the bottle of tequila you set on his coffee table as you set a timer. This time, Sam forgoes the shot glasses and takes a swig right from the bottle. He hands the bottle to you and you do the same thing already knowing you’ll regret it.

The movie, of course, is really dumb, but you’re buzzed and content just to be present with Sam. Before you know it, the timer on your phone goes off and Sam is pulling you to your feet to go wash your faces. Sam’s bathroom is small, but you squeeze in behind him and sit on the edge of his tub while he rinses his face off first. He looks gorgeous and his skin is a little pink where he’s already rubbed the mask off. Droplets of water run down his arms and it leads you to staring right at his bare chest.

“You’re so pretty,” you think and you don’t even realize you said it out loud until you see him stop moving suddenly and turn his gaze to stare at you. Suddenly, his cheeks are pink from more than just scrubbing his face. The flush in your cheeks comes back in full force as the two of you stare at each other and you're thankful that the mask you’re still wearing is at least partially covering it up.

Sam’s mind seems to be running a thousand miles a minute before he simply replies, “Thank you… I, um, I think you’re pretty too.”

Even the mask couldn’t cover the blush now. In fact, you think it’s melted off from the heat your cheeks are producing. You manage to squeak out a small thank you and he gestures for you to use the sink as he leans over to grab a towel. You awkwardly shuffle around each other and you feel some relief as you scrub the cool water over your face. When you’re done, your eyes catch Sam’s in the mirror and he’s still staring at you. Still blushing, maybe even more so now since he got caught looking at you, he thrusts a towel in your direction. Without another word, the two of you make your way back to his living room. This time when you both sit down on the couch, he leaves a bit of space between you.

This is it, you think. You fucked it up all because of like 4 shots of tequila and his stupid shirtles torso. For the rest of the movie you don’t talk to each other. Sometimes, you can feel him looking at you, but it’s like he can’t figure out what to say to you and you can’t fathom a way of not saying anything else that might embarrass you. When you movie ends, you clear your throat, and pull the blankets off.

“I think I’m going to go home, I’m pretty tired.”

Sam stands up as well and starts to fold up your blankets.

“Okay, let me find my shoes quick, I’ll walk you over.”

“No, Sammy, it’s okay. It’s pretty early so I doubt there are many drunk people around yet.” Sam always walks you back across the road when movie night is at his house. You aren’t a big fan of the dark, and your guys’ houses are on a prime street for people walking to the frat and soroity houses from the dorms on campus.

“I insist, Y/N, just give me 2 seconds.”

Sam finds a pair of sandals as you pick up the rest of your blankets, but he quickly grabs them from you as you make your way to the door. What a gentleman. The walk across the street is quick and silent. Normally you are talking over one another and laughing so hard that tears form in your eyes. Tonight, however, you can actually hear the party music from the frats.

Once on your porch, you unlock the door, and Sam follows you inside to drop the blankets in your room. You wait for him in the entry way and fidget with your fingers. Things have never felt more out of place with the two of you than they do right now which one, is a testiment to your friendship, and two, makes you wonder how to say goodnight. You’re a hugger, but you think that might be a bit too awkward tonight.

Sam walks back from your room and before you even have the chance to mull it over he pulls you into a hug. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him and he winces when you put your hands on his bare back which makes you start to pull away, but he hugs you even tighter.

“You’re fingers are freezing,” he mumbles into your hair.

You sigh out a breath in relief and put your hands back on him. His muscles flex under your touch, but you don’t move away. Instead, you flip your hands over so the back of them can feel the warmth of his skin as well.

“You are truly so evil, Y/N” Sam states without any venom which makes you giggle.

“I need to steal your warm before you go, I obviously need it.”

He chuckles and you love the way you can feel it with your head pressed to his chest. This has turned into a longer hug than normal, but neither of you seem to want to let go. You’ve never hugged a shirtless Sam before and you’re sure you won’t be forgetting the feeling anytime soon. The heat. The smoothness. The smell. Finally, you are the one that pulls back. When you lock eyes with him, his mind seems to be racing again.

“Thanks for having me over, Sammy.” you whisper.

He smiles softly and whispers back, “My pleasure, love. You can come over every night for all I care.”

“I don’t think Madison would enjoy that offer.”

He stiffens his posture immediately and furrows his brows. Why did you have to bring that up? Tonight was about forgetting about their fight.

“Sorry Sam, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay, nothing you need to apologize for.”

It’s silent for a bit longer before you ask, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? I can tell something is bothering you.”

“No, I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He’s lying and you know it. And he knows you know it, but neither of you does a thing about it and the silence consumes you again. You decide it’s best if you just change the subject.

“Are you going to the football game tomorrow?” you ask. “I’m playing in the pep band and I know Maddie is cheering, so you won’t have anyone to sit with.”

His frown deepens. “No, I think I’ll sit this one out then, unless Daniel wants to go. I’m going to Maddie’s house before she has to go though, so maybe we can hang out after the game is done?”

“Won’t you want to go party?”

“Maybe, if you want to, but I won’t if you don’t want to.”

You want to say the Madison would not like that offer either, but this time you hold your tongue.

“Okay, I’ll let you know tomorrow how I’m feeling.”

His eyes soften a bit at your agreement and he pulls you back into another quick hug.

“Sounds great,” he murmurs. “Now get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He breaks away and walks out the door before either of you actually says goodnight.

A/N: Again, any feedback would be appreciated :)

#sam kiszka #greta van fleet #sam x reader #friends to lovers #greta van fleet fan fiction #samuel francis kiszka #gvf fic

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rydrake6 · 11 months ago

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I'm setting limits for how many youtube videos I watch in a day because I spend a disturbing amount of time watching stuff.

You never really realize how dependant you are on something until you decide to cut back on it. I'm trying to cut back on the time I spend on youtube by limiting the amount of videos I'm allowed to watch in a day, and I'm so freaking bored now that I've exhausted the limit. Like, what else is there to do in the dead of night if not watch video after video? I know it's for the best though. The first limit I set was 64 videos a day. I watched like, up to 57 or so videos. But it really put into perspective just how much time I've been spending every day just watching youtube videos. Like, if I say my average amount of youtube videos I watch in a day is somewhere around 55, then that means that I watch 385 videos per week and 1,650 videos per month on average. Some of the videos are short, sure. But that's a disturbing amount of videos I watch on an estimated average. That is an unsettling amount of time I waste just watching video after video on youtube.

It really puts into perspective just how much youtube controls my life. I'm hoping that by cutting back, maybe the internet won't be such a large portion of my life. I've seen all of this stuff about how the internet used to be vs how it is today. I bet back when the internet was in it's infancy, tech addiction wasn't such a big thing. But then people started specifically engineering things like apps and social media websites specifically to be addictive.

I'm hoping that weening myself off of constant consumption can allow me to have a healthier relationship with using internet and that at some point in my day, I'll be done with it. I don't really have any other social medias that I use outside of youtube and tumblr. I've got discord, but I'm not really active on there. I made a reddit account once, but I never posted on it and if I ever feel like doing so I'm probably gonna delete it. I used to have a twitter, but it fucked up my brain chemistry so badly that I'm still dealing with some of the effects to this day(Side note: Do not make a twitter account under any circumstances. It's not worth it. Especially post Elon Musk buying it). And I don't think I'd ever consider getting a tiktok, instagram, or any other type of social media. So Youtube's really the main, if not the only, source of this.

I'm also hoping that less time spent doom scrolling will help me to work on other stuff I want to/have to work on. I've got game dev goals for this year that I've gotta work on and I want to try my best to get as close to meeting them as I can before the year ends. Also, I haven't really been talking about it too much lately, but I've got a show I'm working on that I think I can actually make. I'm not gonna reveal too much about it though, but I've already composed an opening theme and made a reference sheet for one of the characters. I'm a bit hesitant to announce something like that though because 1, I'm afraid I might lose interest like all the other times I've announced that I'm gonna make a thing, and 2, it's still in the very early stages of development. Somewhere along the line I kind of realized that I need to start small before I go for the big projects.

Anyways though, my point is that less time watching absurd amounts of youtube videos = more time for creativity. If anyone else wants to try this, all you have to do is pick a number that you think is close or somewhat less than the amount of videos you watch. If it feels like it's regular for you, then at the end of the day, reduce the limit. It's also important that you keep count of how many videos you watch and stop watching when you've reached the limit. (I keep count using tally marks on a whiteboard, but you could use anything that works.)

It's normal to feel a bit of discomfort after reaching your limit, your brain is addicted to the endless flow of dopamine and once you stop, it's going to be like "Hey where's my dopamine?" You're probably also gonna feel the urge to watch another video and go past your limit. Try to resist that urge.

After you've reached your daily limit, don't watch any more videos unless you have to watch them to do something. Like for example, tutorials are fine so long as you're going along with them and doing the thing the tutorial is teaching you how to do. If you have to watch a video for school or something, then that's also fine. It's okay to make exceptions that don't count, but make sure that those exceptions are reasonable. I'd recommend that videos that were sent to you by friends or family, tutorials, or music are ones that you don't have to mark down. You can set your own rules, but try not to make it so that you're just watching tutorial after tutorial. Like, if you've reached the daily limit and you're watching a baking tutorial, bake the thing along with it. I've been rambling so I'm just gonna assume that you get the point by now.

I do this with Youtube, but you can probably try it for other social medias as well to break your doom scrolling cycle. Like, limit the number of posts you scroll past on tiktok or twitter or something. Basically just make rules for yourself that restrict your time on the apps. It's not gonna feel good, it'll probably be stressful, but it's worth it.

#youtube #social media #doomscrolling #social media addiction #twitter #tiktok #instagram #do you consume a concerning amount of content?#Well then restrict yourself in the walls of cthulhu!#Yeah #idk about the last few tags either #I need to go to bed #I'm writing this at 11 at night

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ctrl-shift-escape · 2 years ago

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Brief tracker of the events I can remember for next time:

Jan 11th 5:30 am: I wake up to my alarm in various states of shock. I might not react to the alarm until much later depending on whether I land the end right. Also figure out a way to shut off my alarm clock: it is getting a bit annoying hearing about the whole Wordpress and Twitter thing honestly.

Jan 11th 11:30 am: The housefire I mentioned happens. Well, it's not actually a housefire but an apartment fire because someone leaves the stove on. This occurs around six blocks down from where I live. The fire does not kill anyone, and it is quickly contained.

Jan 11th 2:00 pm: A shooting occurs on the opposite side of harbor where I live. It involves several high school kids and the local Checkers. Police state they don't know why the shooting happened or why the high school students are out of school in the first place. Two of the high school kids are in critical condition. I will follow up on this story later.

Jan 11th 7:00 pm: An 11-year old boy is run over by a driver in a hit-and-run. Witnesses say the driver struck the child, paused and then drove on, jumping the curb and smacking a mailbox while they did so. The boy is in critical condition. I could not find any news of this during the next three days or whether the child died or get better.

Jan 11th 11:00 pm: Powerball Drawing: 04 08 46 47 48 05.

Jan 12th 2:00 am: Not sure if this is a gun or an engine backfiring, but I do hear something that sounds like a gunshot very close. This is also the time where the apartment hallway is most clear. Goal is to walk the hallway.

Jan 12th 9:00 am: A 23-year old man named Maurice is discovered dead inside his apartment, closer to downtown than the harbor. He's been dead for a lot longer. I'm not sure if I should touch this one because I really don't want people to think I'm the murderer.

Jan 12th 2:00 pm: This is more for me than an important event. The boss of my current commission (and several past ones) goes to yell at me for the work I didn't do because it is tedious to keep doing it cause of the time loop. I should really just post the code onto Tumblr and just copy it every day to send to him. But at the same time, I really just want to do something that would make his life a lot less enjoyable.

Jan 12th 4:00 pm: The big McDonalds fire happens several blocks down but closer to the city than the harbor. A frycook panics and throws water at a deep fryer fire, resulting in flaming oil splattering all over the place and catching more stuff on fire. Fire Department is called and attempts to cross over Central Ave (why are there are so many streets called Central Ave?), only to find that a three-vehicle accident blocks the street, including one rollover. The McDonalds fire is part of a block complex of shops and takes out that entire row of shops and apartments. Several people die as a result.

Jan 12th 7:30 pm: A bodega is robbed at knifepoint. The cashier is stabbed after telling the robbers there is no money and dies. Police is offering a cash prize for the identity of robbers.

Jan 12th 11:00 pm: My boss gets even madder and starts sending very angry texts about how worthless I am and how I should be grateful he's giving me scraps and that I should be honored to know that he's a big tech bigshot. He never mentions where though. I should probably block my boss from the very start. This is a thought.

Jan 13th 5:00 am: Something hits my window, I noticed. I live on the 4th floor. It might be a bird.

Jan 13th 9:00 am: Boss says I should prepare to lawyer up unless I do my work right now.

Jan 13th 5:00 pm: The first of several emergency text messages come through the phone about staying inside and stuff. I try calling the phone number, the nuclear power plant, and the police department. All of them are busy assisting other callers or just redirect me to somewhere else.

Jan 13th 7:21 pm: The power plant explodes. The loop resets.

#event tracker #log tag

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shirbird · 9 months ago

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Wow “net negative for EVERYONE”

Not using absolutes is actually so important y’all.

You want to know why?

Because smartphones and internet and all those things are the reason I’m alive today. My family aren’t and never were people that can support me, there was nowhere to go, and even if there was, I was too depressed to get out of bed.

The internet was the only thing that reminded me I wasn’t alone. It was the thing that gave a name to what I was feeling in the first place, which allowed me to get help. My phone was the only way I could connect to my friends- the only people who could support me in what was truly the most harrowing time of my life.

And yes, I was on my phone all day. But I didn’t kill myself. I managed to get better. And that wouldn’t have happened had I not always been on my phone. Therefore, it will always be a net positive for me. Whatever “side effects” technology has, however fucked tech corporations make the world, I will always be grateful for 21st century technology.

Not only that, but I know I’m not the only one with this story. How? Because I spoke to numerous other teens on the internet, all of us trying to stay alive, all of us connecting over the one thread that was keeping us here.

Net positive.

And that’s not to mention all of the accessibility and accommodations that modern tech makes possible. As a neurodivergent and disabled person, my life has been made wildly better with these things. And I know plenty of people who rely on it a lot more.

Net positive.

All of this is to say, I don’t want to point fingers. I know it’s easy to forget that other people can have vastly different experiences from ourselves. But, especially when speaking about important topics like this, it’s very important to take a step back and think about how it looks from a different viewpoint. Try to speak from a place of “I”- as in: in my experience. And please, refrain from absolutes.

I know this is just a random conversation on tumblr, but I believe it’s important to practice talking and thinking in this manner so that when you are in a position to change something, you don’t leave people behind. And besides, there is always the possibility of anyone who sees your words being hurt by their experiences being invalidated.

So just please be conscious of what you put out into the world.

#tldr my phone and the internet saved my life #so maybe they’re not the problem #maybe they’re actually the solution #does the solution also come with problems? fuck yeah #that doesn’t mean kids shouldn’t have phones #because for some #it’s the best solution they’ve got

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gary-phillips · 2 months ago

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Building a Dream Team of Home-Based Entrepreneurs: A Tumblr Guide

Hey Tumblr fam!

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Who's Joining the Team?

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Pair up or mentor each other. If you're new, find someone seasoned. If you're experienced, share your wisdom.

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Post Your Journey: Share your progress, your setbacks, and your wins. You'll inspire others and keep yourself accountable.

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So, whether you're crafting candles or coding apps, let's make Tumblr the place where dreams turn into businesses.

Let's hear from you! What's your entrepreneurial dream? Got skills to share or need advice to get started? Drop your thoughts, questions, or shoutouts in the comments below!

Keep grinding, keep creating, and let's build something awesome together!

#youtube #shorts #ai marketing #ai #affiliate marketer #team building #marketing #networkmarketing

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nsfwmiamiart · 4 months ago

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Read this: Version #1: Dialogue Between Gal Gadot (@gal_gadot), Mila Kunis (@MILAKUNISV), and Natalie Portman (@natalieportman):

Natalie: "So, have you guys noticed how Crown Prince Angelo avoids being seen? I mean, it’s like he’s some kind of royal Houdini. The guy practically vanishes from the media. He lets everyone else handle the royal duties."

Gal Gadot: "Yeah, he's definitely not the type who wants to be googled. I swear, the guy’s a ghost online. It’s always Dominique de Villepin, Nadia Fettah, or even Louis Garrel stepping up for him. Angelo lets his whole entourage deal with the royal spotlight while he stays in the shadows."

Mila: "Honestly, props to him! If I could avoid all that paparazzi nonsense, I would too. I mean, isn’t that the point of having a big royal family? You've got a whole squad to handle things for you."

Natalie: "True! He writes those detailed blog posts, though. Gotta give the guy credit—he's basically running the family from behind a keyboard. Tumblr is practically his hotline to the family."

Gal Gadot: "Sure, he’s a tech geek. But come on, there’s this big, glaring elephant in the room that no one is addressing."

Mila: "Elephant? What elephant? Where?"

Gal Gadot: "sighs Don’t you see what Angelo’s doing? He’s gonna end up controlling all the oil. And he’s doing it with President Macron and Dominique by his side. It’s like they’re forming an economic power trio."

Natalie: "Well, it’s not like he’s doing it alone. It’s a team effort—Macron, Dominique, and Angelo. They’re all making sure the royal family’s interests are handled."

Gal Gadot: "Yeah, but these guys control everything! The money, the oil…they’ll be in power for decades, while we’re just... what? Cheerleaders?"

Mila: "I still don’t see the problem. I mean, I’m not power-hungry like you, Gal. I’m just happy they’re keeping everything safe and secure for the family. They’ve got it under control."

Gal Gadot: "laughing Not power-hungry? Come on! Power is my precious. in Gollum voice"

Natalie: "laughing Okay, Gollum! But really, I don’t think we have much to worry about. Angelo may be quiet, but he’s making moves. He’s like the head of Somali intelligence or something. He’s the keeper of all the state secrets."

Mila: "Wow, I didn’t even think about that. No wonder he never meets anyone face-to-face. He’s got too many secrets locked away."

Gal Gadot: "Exactly! He’s probably the highest-ranked intelligence officer in Somalia. The guy’s trained to keep quiet—like a real-life silent movie star."

Natalie: "Yeah, I read in one of his blog posts that he’s been training for fifteen years, typing half a million words a month. That’s what he calls 'word-boxing.' The guy is literally punching out secrets with his keyboard!"

Gal Gadot: "Word-boxing, huh? Sounds intense. And honestly, his humor is pretty killer too—like Deadpool levels of sarcasm. He’s got that Ryan Reynolds vibe going."

Natalie: "Maybe he’s even collaborating with Deadpool’s writers on his blog. You never know! Anything’s possible in this royal world."

Mila: "Wait—so he never speaks? Like, never?"

Natalie: "Yup. Total silence. He’s all about security, so everything’s written. He’s like Raj from The Big Bang Theory. You know, selective mutism but without the alcohol fix."

Gal Gadot: "Wait, who’s Raj?"

Mila: "Rajesh Koothrappali—he’s the guy who couldn’t talk to women unless he thought he was drinking. A real comedic gem."

Natalie: "laughs Oh yeah, Raj! Angelo’s definitely got that same mystery vibe. You wanna know the secrets, but good luck getting access to them."

Gal Gadot: "But what if I want to know some state secrets? I mean, I am part of the royal family, right?"

Natalie: "Good luck with that! Angelo’s not gonna spill anything. Those secrets are locked tighter than Fort Knox."

Mila: "Exactly! He’s like the gatekeeper. If you knew those secrets, you’d be carrying a massive target on your back. One wrong move and bam—our whole monarchy could be in jeopardy."

Gal Gadot: "So, you’re saying we’re being protected... by Angelo?"

Mila: "Pretty much. He’s guarding the secrets, and that keeps us safe. If anyone overhears the wrong info, it could lead to chaos. Rivals would love to get their hands on what Angelo knows."

Gal Gadot: "sighs Okay, I guess I get it now. It’s like... us against the world, huh?"

Natalie: "Exactly. We’re a royal family, and we’ve got enemies out there. Loose lips sink ships. Just think of it like A Quiet Place. We have to stay silent to survive."

Gal Gadot: "Fine, I’ll work on controlling my tongue. No more spilling the tea. I’ll practice being 'mute'—like Angelo."

Natalie: "Me too. It’s gonna take some effort, but hey, it’s a skill worth mastering. Consider it royal training."

Mila: "Yup. Let’s all get good at the art of shutting up. For the sake of the royal family."

The End

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Dialogue Between Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman:

In this witty dialogue between Gal Gadot, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman, the trio discusses Crown Prince Angelo's reclusive nature and his refusal to engage in public appearances. Instead, Angelo delegates royal duties to trusted figures such as Dominique de Villepin, Nadia Fettah, and others, while focusing on writing insightful blog posts that guide the royal family's actions. Natalie praises Angelo for his tech-savvy approach, calling Tumblr his "telephone number," while Gal raises concerns about the immense power Angelo, President Macron, and Dominique wield over oil and economic control. Mila, on the other hand, sees no issue, emphasizing the protection and stability this power brings to the royal family.

The conversation takes a playful turn as Gal, with a touch of "Gollum voice," admits her craving for power, while Natalie and Mila assure her that everything is under control. The dialogue further explores Angelo's secretive nature, with Natalie revealing that he acts like the head of an intelligence agency for the Somali Monarchy, safeguarding critical state secrets. The three women acknowledge Angelo's skill at "word-boxing" through his prolific writing and speculate on his silence as a security measure. They liken his secret-keeping to the need for silence in A Quiet Place, ultimately concluding that protecting royal family secrets is paramount to their survival and success in a world full of rivals.

The dialogue blends humor, suspense, and a bit of pop-culture references while highlighting the importance of loyalty, power, and security within the Somali Royal Family.

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anarchistdoll · 5 months ago

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Getting An Upgrade Pt. 2

Note: This is something I wrote a whiiiiiiiiile ago so its okay-ish, had to split it into two parts cause tumblr is a cuck. Anything you wanna say or suggest about it is welcome. “U-um, how did you know that? I haven't told anyone.”, you manage to stutter after you look at this woman for what feels to be far too long. “Oh the people here tell me everything! Especially when some rando hoity toity business man comes looking for me!” Her systems begin to change color and glow a dark blue. You realize that behind the mask is a voice modulator that she’s speaking through. “Well, I'm very sorry if I ended up causing any trouble.” You say, now flustered. “Oh not at all hun!”, she responds,” Come on, lets go get you nice and comfy in my workshop” She takes you through several alleyways and tight spaces between the housing. You’re disgusted with the amount of grime that you’ve gotten covered in but for some reason the filth just sloughed right off her. You begin to ponder what tech could do that. Maybe the soft vibrations of the cybernetics help get it off of her? Maybe an electro-magnetic field that helps resist the grime? That type of tech is usually only seen in the upper class districts where they’d rather not be bothered with keeping themselves clean when they stuff their disgusting mouths with expensive food. Either way, her systems are now glowing a deep red, so she likely doesn't enjoy this trek anymore than you do. The robot lady leads you to a manhole cover that she places her hand on either side of it and pulls, steam vents out of her hands for a moment and the cover comes loose, that she then places to the side. “You go down first.” She points at you,”I have to seal this back up on our way down.” The first sense to hit you is the smell. Sewers don't smell very pleasant, especially in the slums. You hear the girl follow you down, followed by the noise of the manhole cover being placed back and more steam. You wait for her at the base of the ladder. She jumps down the last couple of steps with a way splash that you barely dodge. Her systems glow yellow and illuminate the dark sewer system. “Sorry about the smell, not much I can do about that, the hardest part is over now and my workshop is close by! So let's get going!” You nod and begin to follow her lead again. After pinching your nose and getting your boots wet for a good twenty minutes, you and the cyborg lady make it to a big steel door. “This part of the city is old, you can't walk through the sewers in the higher district levels, the pipes are too close together. Lucky for me, these sewer systems were built before the districts were even a concept” The lady continues as she pulls out a key and begins to unlock the door, ”this is also a time when governments thought that secret bunkers were cool, so when your daddy is a higher up of a corporate business, you get access to all sorts of fun resources!” She shoves the door open to reveal what appears to be an airlock,“Anyway, I set this system up so that the nasty shit of the sewer doesn't seep in when I'm trying to work, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to strip!” You begin to stutter,”U-um excuse me but what?” “Come on,” she interrupts,”It's nothing I haven't seen before, and besides, you don't want to keep smelling like sewer do you?” You gulp, and nod at her. You turn around and begin to undress hoping that she isn't watching you although you feel like there's a set of eyes watching you. Not before long you turn around and begin to flush as she is also stark naked. As your eyes scan over her, you see that her lower parts aren't there, just a smooth section of metal. Upon a closer look. there appear to be creases within the metal in that area, likely a way to interchange genitals. Her breasts are mostly still human, her B cups coming to a soft point with bits of black metal scattered in between.

#writing #trans #robot #bad art #medical play

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spoopyyaoikingdom · 10 months ago

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Oo oo I wanna add onto this with my own more realistic headcanons. So im gonna use urs as a prompt. Uhhh just to initially say I dooo love ur ideas and tons of ur writing. So dont think this is me critisizing it. I just agree with some and disagree with others and wanna like yes and it a bit and wanna share my thoughts but its a lot for the comments section! Okay disclaimer out the way!

I read and watch LOTS of hero stuff. Superhero and others like rise of the guardians, dcu, mcu, tmnt and otherwise. Videos, fics, tumblr posts, art and so on. So ill go off of something like the realistic side of heroes Ive seen and read about. Cuz a lot of these are good points but for how I think heroes are its a lil on the darker side. And not as hopeful? I dont wanna say pessimistic as thats not a good word but its not a fairytale. Oh black and white would work well.

Its more black and white abt it and veey very one sided. Which makes sense at the start but not with their relationship prgressing. Which can still have fun but yea. So ill do dark like you but a bit more shades of grey and going with how actual maybe first responders or ptsd esque or superhero shoes show romance.

Also im imagining tmnt all media personalities but im using mainly bayverse for physical. And some 2k12 stuff as I know those 2 best. Sorry for grammar issues. Im bad at it, trying my best and on mobile. Okay okay enough explaining sorry.

- I agree that master splinter would probably not agree. Maybe like you and so on but not agree. I think though less for just thats not what he taught them and I feel doesnt agree with them dating period. Like overprotective dad energy and thinking even if a breakup is mutual. He wouldnt want his sons to have to deal with that when they already have to deal with a lot being giant turtles. Or ever worry about if is it cuz they cant do this or that or etc. Also that itd be hard to date again since their pool of ppl close to them is small.

- Totally agree with you cant parade him around and show him off for sure.

- Definitely cant tell anyone abt him at all. Prolly ever. If at least for their own safety or cuz their not comfortable with itm Maybe you and him could talk about it. I knw for a fact my friends and family is small. Like 3 or 4 ppl really. And theyd have no issue with a lsrge mutant and stay quiet. But id never wanna tell anyone if they arent comfy and the more people knw the more people can slip.

I do think though u can say your dating. Or wear a ring and say your married. You dont wanna deal with people trying to hit on you or ask you out. If they do. Also talk abt them a lil. Id talk to them abt it firat but make a pseudonym and use the barest most basic info just for when people ask. Like: oh no they have a medical condition and have to stay at home, they love (reading, action movie, tech hobby, art, cooking, calligraphy), theyre the kindest man ive ever met and Ilove how they look at me the same way. Etc. Basic bish info type thing snd if they press for more like: Oh no we dont rlly discuss our relationship outside. We arent the kiss and tell or pda type, we prefer our privacy. Etc and block them full boundary if they bug you. The ring could be a promise ring simce marriage is on records. Etc. So on and so forth. So you hopefully at least dont have to deal with dating or questions or etc.

You could even say they travel overseas or something or its long distance. Any idea tht means no you wont see them and no i dont care if u want to.

- understandable about date nights not being formal but (for me) i prefer being inside anyway. Id prolly order take out to a usual drop spot they use etc and get pizza for them to and we can cuddle on the couch with netflix.

As for the date nights few and far between from what i know of tmnt stuff they regularly go out or do things on their own seperately. Especially raphael has constantly gone out on his own. Maybe not all the time but enough. So there could def be date nights scheduled and even just be stuff a lil before or wake up early to be after patrol. Or they can come by and u leave a window open so they can wake u. Might scare the daylights outta ya the first few times but ud get used to it. All about compromise and effort.

- his duty as ninja and protector. I think this is unbalanced. I feel like at first it would definitely be that way. But usually not everyone can stay black and white abt it as they come to care for someone. Theyd want to spend time with them and hang out and enjoy company. Still watch the city but even people like batman makes time and would at least be torn abt picking between you and them.

(Now its a 2 way street of course, theres two sides as a good boy/girl/friend/ partner. Would make it easier and tell them its okay to raincheck and so on and so forth and give them space for the both of us to make a rhythm. Vigilantism does not help dating life whether ur a turtle or not. Especially dating a civilian. But it has and can be done if both parties work at it)

- his lovw for his brothers and dad before u is a no brainer. I feel like even with april and casey theyd be torn or go straight to their brother. And a good friend/partner would understand that. They lived and known each othwr their whole lives. <3 no matter how much raph grumbles he adores them (like at the end of the first bayverse movie when their falling). Plus evidence of even mikey losing heart at friends nd family dying. And people like danny phantom going evil cuz of it. The struggles Batman has for his robins/kids or the city etc etc. Even if its life or death.

So it should definitely be something thats talked about together at some point.

- the brothers not approving. Ahhhh from how we seen how the act in all media. Itd be partially that, maybe a lil jealous at whoever got a date first as well (they are teenage boys who dream of being "normal" sometimes) i think Raph would be a bit jealous but hide it as snarking and or leo would be a teensy jealous but act dissapointed cuz he knws they "shouldnt date" for their own safety and their partners. But every single last one of them has had crushes on people and probably talk to each other about it or something.

And all of them have gone on what ifs (definitely when younger) for how theyd be for dating someone. Or who theyd wanna date. Hell considering hie they sneak off sometimes they could even end up in a secret relationship or an online one etc. The more you integrate in and get close to them. The more i think unlike splinter, theyd see how happy their brother is and be happy for them to. Mikey qnd donnie i feel would be the least judgemental about it. Especially mikey.

- bumping into things is par for the course. Whatever version u think of, if its not the height and sheer muscles and size of them its their shells being in small spaces, or their tails etc. Or maybe trip ok somethjng if its smaller then them and they dont see it. And etc like a bull in a china shop. They can be delicate but still lol

- for the dump thing. Well plenty of humans are like that. Either smell or size wise. I had a gross ass dad (didnt deserve the title rlly) and at the least it stank to hell. Now Im not gokna say they can use a toilet but THEY can at least be the one to fix the issue if needed. Since they did it. (Or call donnie/ raph to come by who are mr fix its lol) and spray febreeze well actually. No their noses would be sensitive, open a window and maybe a timed spray option or beg donnie for a remote control lil spray. They can close the door after them and press the button and bam. Now not a 1000 chemicals shoved in their sensitive noseys or subjecting their partner to nose burns as well lol.

You will have to be the one that gets extra toilet paper though. Or I also have a method i just basicslly hand bidet and towel when necessary. (My grandma was from santo domingo and she showed me. Its basically judta cup of water or sopay water and u pour it and wipe yourself clean. Rinse. Towel. Bam, handmade bidet lmao)

Edit extra: also i bet theyd be so shy or nervous about saying they did. Id be a lil disgruntled but sigh and just get something else to go in while i wait. Like whenever my "dad" did stuff id go to mamas room and shed have a bucket. I realize its odd nowwww but shes from an island so i just learned after her. Its no big deal and then u just toss it in the toilet after its fixed and flush. Add some bleaxh and water to it to soak in the bathroom and all done. No different then a long road trip or going in the woods. Better then the woods really. Who wants to get the plants close to their tush? Not me =.= OR you could also just walk over to a neighbor (if ur friendly with one) qnd ask to go there or a shop nearby. (If anyones awake or open at night that is)

- buying him clothes in right size, damn near impossible. True. I dont think im a seamstress and not everyone would be but I have come up with a few ideas at least to get them cute shirts. Basically modifying them to tie behind the neck and under the shell (wherever the hell the pants go to) or a large elastic band at the bottom around their waist. Or the bottom can just loosely hang under the shell and keep going like a ling shirt.

Also if none of thats possible, accessories. Even if they dont wear them often im sure theyd love u buying them things just cuz. Cute bracelets, headbands, ankle stuff, body jewelry (if one can fit), cute knick knacks for their room, charms, posters or gifts for them etc etc etc. And mikey at least wears hoodies around his waist. Soo~ and cloaks could fit to. Maybe. Trial and error :D

Id personally lean into my crafting even more, art, paint, crochet, embroidery etc. Make them monogrammed towels or paint their shell and they can paint you back. Etc all kinds of bonding stuff u can do. Similar to buying clothes.

But finding right size off the rack? Yea no thats near impossible. Shoes to, tho again if u get crafty u can knit them socks.

Bonus: arts and crafts bonding eith raph (who knits in bayverse) and Mikey (whos usually shown to be artistic/creative in general).

Hell even donnie and leo, donnie with his tech maybe you can buy models to do together. And leo with cslligraphy, he could show you how to do it. Or they two of you can try to learn different font styles together. Or like tea ceremonies to get accessorized and dress up for.

I kinda turned this into bonding in general to but i hope u get the idea.

- the kiss: no notes, just facts. Lmao it will be weird. And depending on the version of the turtles they dont technically have lips sometimes. But possible. Tons of size difference people. But oof yea no its gonna be akward and shy and so on.

- s*x: no notes. Its true. Will be weird. Especially if they have turtle d!cks. Which i imagine they do cuz cme on now how could they not. Itd at MINIMUM be internal and shaped a teensy bit different if not very different from a human.

Me tho: this isnt an issue im john constantine levels of monsterf^cker extraordinaire. (Tho i prefer exoph!lia for sentient sapient beings like mutant turtles. Its not so. Rude sounding since its for any alien or non human entity rather then just callin them a monster. Their d!ck though? Naw that THATS a monster omg)

But whether you can physically take it or not theres a TON of other stuff you can do. Im not gonna get into it in this post. Maybe in the comments if anyone wants to knw but im not having my post deleted cuz of idiot tumblr. Sigh. But no theres definitely a bunch of stuff you can do together either way.

- size and strength adjustment in general (especially bayverse those giant adorable bara bastards): Facts. Total facts. They should have more practice thanks to knwing casey and april but thats different then cuddling. Trial and error. Be prepared to be accidentally squooshed sometimes on accident or to have the mosr geather light touch that it tickles and feels irritating (ooo feathery touch makes my skin jump in a not good way. Like stuff crawlin on u) like your glass. But be patient their learning. You to will figure a rhthym (superman did).

Also would in fact have fun holding they stuff they made for themselves (omg its so big) and or giving them "Normal sized things" to see how adorable and cute it is in their palms/hands lmao. I cannot get over donnie holding that tiny juice box in bayverse.

- you can not and will not go on patrol with him: ah. I dont disagree just on delivery. If you met him and your both fighters you could prolly go, if u get a mask for ur safety. If your a civilian well, april is a civilian and she somwtimes goes on patrol. Same wirh casey, he was literally dude/kid with a. Hockey stick.

At minimum theyd definitely make you do training and etc. But this also doesnt take in fact if you WANT to go on patrol with them. I personally wouldnt mainly cuz im a homebody. But i would wanna learn to defend myself if nescessary or to not be useless ina. Fight. Also would prolly buy a gun or tazer to use on people and so one. Plentt of people (in these universes) become vigilantes so on and so forth. Id also prolly ask for basic medical training. Nothing donnie level just enough to change a bandage or know how bad a bruise is etc (especially if anyone hides an injury, cough, looking at raph cough)

He cannot and will not give details about patrol: ahhh thats definitely an ehhh situation to me. I feel like (this is where ptsd and first responders comes in) maybe at first their wary, then eventually dont wanna worry you. And/or also, it went bad and they dont wanna talk about it. They would talk abt it otherwise or maybe just mention how good they did in general. But the closer you get the more they tell you or if they would like comfort or cry abt something. So on.

- master splinter limiting time in the lair in the beginning makes sense but i feel like thatd change over time. Especially if the other option is the boys (impulsive sweeties they are. Especially raph) sneaking out to your place and or staying the night/day cuz they wouldnt get back on time. (Rarely patroling in day time tho its happened. Like im bayverse)

Because again as the relationship progresses theyd wanna see you when they can. Cuz they are sweet in the inside. As well as maybe another place thwy can run to for alone time or time away from the brothers and gang. They love each other but ooowee a new place to hide and not be bothered and/or spend time with their new relationship? Fucking score.

- april and casey coming first makes sense. Especially in the beginning. Theyre their first outside friends. Thats a big ass bond. I feel at most tht evevntually youd be mor equal but its like if someone calls abt your best friend since childhood getting in a car accident. Tht comes before a date and a good partner would knw april and casey are at minimum basically family. (Especially in bayverse since she apparently bloody saved AND named them even if the boys didnt/dont remember)

- no store bought gifts: I feel like itd be rare. Clearly they get money somehow and buy pizza and so on. I feel like depending how much they get and the time period (in case things can be delivered to an address) is what determines this. Plus april and casey could totally be told/asked for help to buy things. Im sure they already do help.

- Secret relationship: depending how you met. Yea i can say for sure theyd do it secret from their families at first for reaskns i listed before. And also to just have some time themselves with you without their siblings butting into it.

I am aromantic and grey ace but im a homebody. I dont rlly go looking for people. If i met one of them, romantically or plantonically id at least not be doin other people along with them.

I also do sort of love t cest stuff and hinestly wouldnt mind being with any of them/ all of them truly. Tho i think id be most compatible with donnie and mikey. Mikey especially being my crush since i was a kid. Sweet lil adorable goof of a goober. I just wanna snuggle him in blankets and have snacks all the timeee....honestly for people like donnie and mikey even if its never romantic like that to me id stay with them forever.

Ronance to me is the exact same as a platonic relationship. Ive never gotten feelings or anything thats different but i love all my friends and tell them so. Dates is just hanging out and having fun and FWB is emphasis on friends. Id wanna help them and be close. Maybe it sounds odd. I am a romcom lover. But its just.

Being friends +. And again OMG mikey is such a cutey patootie ahhh. Relationship of any kind is compromise and learning about each other. And Id be fine with being Queer Platonic Soulmates with someone like mikey or donnie. Donnie also a cutie patootie. Those adorable glasses and tht cute lil snort laugh (i do the same thing) and our interests align as i live art and i love coding (baby at it and prefer front end design.)

We could have a ton and i mean a TON of fun the 3 of us. :D

(Also not the reason but i also love the b team trope tht came up in 2012 especially whwre donnie and mikey are very close actually and raph and leo are closest. Use to be more equal as kids but Donnie getting more into texh and Mikey into his art made them a lil.... hbnnm. Anyway im sure u knw the trope..

Id be with them regardless if they wanted to but yea.)

Wed get along like peas in a pod. :D

End notes: almost same as in comments:

I hope u like it. OP. and yea i read a lot of fanfics. Ive thought about it in various ways a ton before this. Including more onesided ones where its more them vs you then you and them together sutuations.

I just wanted to make one tht sounded realistic but less one sided. As a relationship is a 2 way street. And ur amazing post gave me so many ideas and thoughts i wanted to share! :D

I made the ideas a bit darker to as ive been reading a lot of dp x dc crossover stuff and some heart wrenchings posts for some and wholesome af for others. So i was like. Bet lets go.

Bayverse TMNT head cannons that no one asked for. 👹

Listen, and I myself have been guilty of it, we all have over romanticized the boys and we do it all to often because we come here for, what we each believe that is, a perfect world. But let’s just back up a moment and think about it logically… if logic applies when it comes to walking, talking turtles. How would it really be if you met and happen to fall in love with one of the turtles? In reality? Let’s dig into it.

Master splinter may show you kindness and may even favor you, but he will never agree with one of his sons having a relationship. It’s against everything he has taught them and that will never change. It also puts his entire family at risk whether you like it or not.

You will never be able to introduce him to your family or friends. Again they work in the shadows for a reason. You can not simply parade your boyfriend around nor show him off.

You can not tell a soul about him or that you’re even dating him. In fact you can’t tell anyone you’re dating at all unless you want to lie about it and compromise his position.

He can’t take you on dates. Well… not normal or formal ones. Although he can get creative in his own way. But date night is few and far between because he has the city to protect.

His duty as a ninja and a protector of the city will always come before you.

His love for his brothers and father also come before you.

His brothers, much like splinter, don’t approve of your relationship for the same reasons. It compromises their most powerful weapon… secrecy.

He’s a ninja. Sneaking into your home is a cake walk, but your ceiling better be tall. Be prepared for him to bump into things unintentionally of course.

Pray to god he never has to take a shit at your house. Be prepared to do some plunging.

Buying him clothes in the right size…. Forget about it.

Your first kiss is going to be awkward. One he’s never kissed before and two your mouths are quite the size difference. It’s going to take practice.

The first time you have sex is going to be just as awkward. He’s going to be worried about his performance but mostly his size. And he’d be right to worry. He’s twice the size of any porn star you’ve seen.

It’s going to take time to adjust to his size… not just his dick ya nasty! I mean his size in general. He’s much stronger than the human man and sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength.

You can not and will not go on patrol with him. He can not and will not give you details about those patrols either.

Master splinter will limit your time in the lair. Combine that with work during the day and him on patrol all night. You will rarely get to see him unless he breaks code.

April comes before you. Casey too. You’ll have to leave the jealousy at the door.

He can not give you store bought gifts. Everything he gifts you will be hand made.

He more than likely will keep you a secret from his family for quite some time… if or when you get caught that is.

Could you handle that type of relationship? Honestly I think I could be a good fuck buddy for Raph but Leo I’d catch feelings for and I just don’t know if I could do it. Let me know in the comments what your thoughts are. 😍

#tmnt #reader x tmnt #donnie x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader #leo x reader #gender neutral!Reader #(reader is based a bit more towards me in some places)#(but tried to keep general reader-ness as well)#inspired by og post #love og post.#mikey and donnie are best boys #all of them are #mikey and donnie are my favorite though.#i feel like leo and raoh are also secret saps under their calm or grumpy personalities tho.#total teddy bears.#once your close enough

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