#just all around Gonna be hhhhh lol

[cerealmonster15]

i think dec is gonna b a rough month for me socially

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[oogaboogaspookyman]

Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius���, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

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M1S5 M3? :)

"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

[the-gentleman-pining]

Decided to rewatch OFMD S2 eps 1-3 and actually jot down my thoughts as I go! Oh what fun! Ngl this is mostly for me babes but if you enjoy it that's neat ❤️

Episode 1: Impossible Birds

Stede bearded in his dream could just be playing to swashbuckling archetypes for funsies, but is it some lingering wish that he was more masculine?

Con O'Neil truly graceful about it with the sword huh

"WHERE IS HE. WHERE'S ED?" Stede seeing Izzy as the thing that is keeping Ed from him when he's the one that left lol ok

His idealised version of Ed doesn't hold him accountable either. My mans doesn't want to face what he did at all!!

His first words to Ed in his letter are reassuring him that the crew are safe, as if he doesn't remember that Ed marooned them and left them for dead on purpose??

I know it's meant to be funny but Jackie was a bit of a sex pest toward Swede at first and the power dynamic was a bit 🫤 Glad he was into it in the end!

WHY DOES WEE JOHN SLAM THE HEAD OF THE ONE WHO GOT STABBED INTO THE TABLE INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO STABBED THEM?? 😂

Stede truly is unphased by people being assholes to him and I just,,, respect it.

Ricky your vibes are strange and unsettling

Who in their right mind would have an ocean wedding in the golden age of piracy?? I know they probs didn't know it was the golden age of piracy while they were in it but STILL

Ed looks so dead behind the eyes 😭 Just going through the motions eh buddy?

Dressed up like the book Blackbeard I see. God he's trying so hard to inhabit this character.

I would die for Archie. Truly the himbo we need in these depressing angst riddled times.

Jim asking someone else how they're bottling things up?? Hello?? Who are you and what have you done with Jim?? Aren't you the bottling up Master? Olu bewitched you too good and now you've unlocked Feelings 😔

"He's actually a good guy" Stede babygirl did we actually forget the marooning???

I have so much I could say about how Izzy and Blackbeard's relationship has deteriorated hhhhh,,,, Izzy is a problem child but I'm so glad the story is crashing towards his character actually growing and changing. In season 1 he at least got the crumbs Ed would throw him like "I need you here", now he's only getting abuse and maybe he's throwing himself at it because he recognises he had a part to play in reaching this point and believes he deserves it.

Fang's delivery on "how you doing Izzy" will keep me warm and fed all winter. Masterclass in approaching someone, truly tender and genuine but not too pressuring. God.

That second "unhand me" hhh the panic of realising you're going to start crying if the situation continues

Con is gonna rip my heart out and eat it this season if I'm not careful

Labour exploitation Jackie what a girlboss x

Why does "you'll be having a lot of breakfastseses together" sound so ominous though 😭 Smeagol Jackie my worstie...

Stede doing Blackbeard Voice is adorable but damn he really doesn't believe that he made Ed's life better. Like how??? Why doesn't Stede equate happiness with better? Ed was explicitly happier around you ya dingus!

Swede deserves his married bliss so much. The crew can be so mean to him!!

"What am I to you" and "I have... love for you" are said so softly I'm gonna be sick,, Izzy you fucked it by wrestling this man into this particular coping mechanism and your tenderness is coming wayyyy too late. Heartbreaking tbh cause the guy didn't know how else to help Ed and now he's realising it could have been different. Sick and twisted little dynamic I'm eating it like good soup.

Definitely supposed to be taken that Izzy didn't realise "talk it through" was a Stedeism as he said it but godddd you idiot dude

Once again god bless you Archie I'd die for you

Fang I want to rescue you hhhhhh my hot topic fashionista must be so dehydrated from all these tears!!!

No way in hell Ed expected anything else out of Izzy's mouth than something about Stede, but god I wish the guy had just payed attention to Frenchie shaking his head. The catharsis of saying the quiet part out loud wasn't worth your leg, man.

"Start by cleaning up that mess"... yeah we def see Ed is killing people himself again but outsourcing the Big Job on Izzy makes sense. He's also exactly the kind of self sabotager atm that would know Frenchie won't do it, and he's looking for reasons to Be Worse.

Indigo heist my beloved. Fuck those hammies up!! I love how loud Black Pete was omg 😂

Oh fuck off Ricky I know you're a S1 Stede mirror but you're doing it detestably

Roach why is your instinct to immediately put the blue dirt on your face darling

Zheng Yi Sao completely unphased by Jackie is giving me so much delight

Sexy Dutchman 😭😂 Jackie never change

I love that Zheng Yi Sao is taking the whole crew on just to have her lil Olu moment, get it girl

TENDER JIM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'VE COME SO FAR. I LOVE THEIR BIG SMILE 😭 (also Archie is so wholesome what is she DOING here???)

Ed oh my god you're not alright at ALL

Frenchie's quiet "sounds like a plan" is just so... painful. The acting this season is off the charts.

When Roach asked if they were in soup now I thought he was referring to the ocean as soup I'm an idiot 😭

[gregoftom]

No yeah Tom's I want you gregging for me is definitely Tom realizing he really does need Greg near him on the business side of things too. S4 tom really is just him slowly realizing this, thinking greg is getting more independent (dating women, have his own job responsibilities and assistants etc) which translates to Greg getting farther away from him in his mind even though that's like the farthest from the truth, trying to make greg jealous, getting jealous of ken in return, and then desperately trying to secure greg to be his again in the event of possibly being fucked after Logan's death, thinking if he castrates him that would make greg dependant of him and he wouldn't run away. All the while greg in actuality wants to be with him too, doing all those things for tom, wanting to be sexual with tom, and then him smiling so wide when tom claims him with that sticker even with the significantly lower pay. The angst of this pining and misunderstanding is so. Huft. They really need to kiss once and for all. And have lots of sex post show

GOD YES UGH. all of this. i think… like i will accept greg possibly trying to get away from tom s1-3 and being out for himself because like. i think that’s fair enough, no one else is gonna take care of him, his mother refused to and his grandpa dicked him around and rome and shiv do not like him. ken is neutral to him at best and in too much birthday shows himself as not to be trusted by his word. logan is pretty chill with him but that only serves to teach him that being out for no.1 is the only way you’re gonna survive. his dad abandoned him. a lifetime of people giving up on him or no giving enough of a fuck about him to help him or look after him properly has taught him it’s never gonna happen so he’s not going to believe tom right away, even when tom makes romantic gestures and very obviously keeps to his word to take care of him, he’s gonna be unsure because things can’t suddenly change, one person can’t be different, can’t care for him like this after everyone shrugging away from his affection and telling him to get lost right?

but s4 is not like this. s4 is the exact opposite - if greg still was trying to get away why would he stick by tom’s side so much despite as we’ve guessed being higher up in another department? he’s gotten what he wants right? a step up in the business? a foot in the door high up? why does he need to bother with tom? isn’t this the perfect opportunity now to ditch his ass, if he still wants to get away from him? why would he try to help shoulder tom’s burden, try to take care of his basic needs, sing his praises, put his name first when mentioning him to the future president, throw others under the bus to protect him, make the conscious choice to follow tom’s requests instead of his orders like. he has the choice now - and he chooses tom. over and over. i think bc by end of s3 he finally realises that tom is for real and means what he says. that tom is different and actually gives a fuck about him. and like, this is something he’s never had before, so ofc he’s gonna be all over tom’s dick as we saw in 4.01, and glued to his side literally whenever we see them.

but like you say personal alone is not enough for tom, he wants greg by his side in a business sense too - needs him in fact. i need you working here with me kitten or daddy’s gonna kill himself, basically lol. and it leads to him clinging so desperately and tightly to greg he ends up pushing him away in some aspects. but yeah it all ends well with the sticker and claiming him and hhhhh. but yeah the romcom miscomm trope is off the chaaaarts. they will kiss! a lot! post show! and a lot of sex too 🥰

[azurbee]

ah fuck so originally I didn't know what I was gonna do for artober stuff, was just gonna settle with a prompt that was about halloween but then I found a oc tober prompt that I really liked and of course it started with first oc hhhhh

anyways I dug up this abomination from the grave lmao all the way back in 2018 I made the most unoriginal character ever lol

but in all honesty, those times were fun, sure they were cringe, but that was around the time I wasn't restricted by that aspect. Don't know what I was doing with the design, for some reason I really liked goggles back then and still kinda do, but now whenever I make a character that wears goggles I just think of this lmao

[officialgleamstar]

First little blurb of two separate but related (via jodie) thoughts.

First

Thinking about the fact that Jodie and Zhao technically existed as two separate people in the Close timeline and that after the trial they shared a body.

That trial made the whole timeline and everything confusing.

And second

One of my favorite little fun facts about Jodie.

Is that Jodie is canonically the cop that found Morgan on the highway, when she crashed in the Close timeline (Timeline pre trial)

That second one fucks me up so hard. Like, he found Morgan in the Close Timeline yet is married and has a kid with her in the second one? Ahhhhh /pos

Also because of you (/pos) I've been thinking about Jodie and Ron romantically again.

hhhhh jodie you make me so so so insane. i didnt actually know that jodie and zhao dae were different entities originally! i guess that makes sense, thinking about it now, but i thought jodie just gonna go. beamed into existence i guess HFJGHJKFDHJK thats so crazy to think about... being like, retroactively bonded to a demon... GOD. and YES!!! YES. i love that fact! it makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH... pacing around my room frantically because THE MERGING OF TWO TIMELINES IS SOOO SO INTERESTING. IT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING SO WACKY. life is so fantastic and interconnected and everything going on with jodie and morgan makes me think about that again

in the foster timeline, by the way, i like to think that they met at a CVS when they both went in to get flu shots :] since jodie is mentioned to be afraid of needles (in jimmy's fact about jodie trying to make NICHOLAS no longer afraid of needles (and then is implied that nicholas was never the one afraid at all lol)), i think its sweet to imagine morgan noticing his anxiety and offering to hold his hand, even though theyre strangers. ultimate meet cute material of all time

AND YEAH. YEAH. RODIE. i need to tear the universe apart of them for REAL oh my god. they mean everything to me actually. fucked up little demon bond of all time. all i ever want to do in this fandom is making people think about jodie and ron, theyre so deeply in love and i need everyone to know this

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

FINALLY GOT AROUND TO READING THIS…. putting all my thoughts under the cut bc this will probably get long again …. :’3

RIKOOOO I LOVED THIS SM…..

gahhh it hurt so much to read tho :((( the idea of gojo accidentally killing you genuinely hurts me physically like. can u imagine the guilt. ive always seen him as very protective of his loved ones so i feel like this would legitimately break him …… T_T

and just. how DESPERATE he is…… hhhh. when it comes to angst, seeing that kind of desperation depicted is probably what gets to me most…. its just so :((( hes so scared in the beginning..,, so terrified at the idea of losing you and . ow. ow ow ow. :’(((( it hurts.

BUT. okok. ive said this before but !! i adore ur writing rikooo, its so pretty and flows so well and i just love love love ur descriptions…… 🥺🥺🥺 im just gonna go thru some lines n paragraphs i loved !! there r . a Lot lol. 

he buried his face into your neck, smothering his painful hiccups as his burning tears rolled down your skin. in a fleeting thought— captured by the tangy sea breeze, he’d never looked more beautiful.

this is just !! so pretty. i 100% see satoru as a pretty crier btw thats so canon to me. but the idea of reader literally bleeding out and all they can think of is how beautiful satoru is ….. that’s SO bittersweet. so good. </3 (theyre just like me fr …)

“don’t blame yourself. it wasn’t your fault, gojo.” 

(…)

“it was never your fault. ever. you’re perfect, satoru.” 

THIS. got to me. reader telling him over n over not to blame himself, spending their last moments trying to stifle his guilt ……… :( the last part ESP hurt me. ”you’re perfect, satoru.” idk its just !! such a strong line it rly got to me…. and the way they switch from gojo to satoru too !! T_T i love how In Love reader is with him and vice versa, u can really feel that affection between them… the whole moment is just so tender and achy.

in this light, he looked like an angel. every color of the rainbow reflected through prisms in his tears, those mesmerizing glittering blue eyes of his that always—

no. just blue wouldn’t be accurate enough. 

his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of monochrome— all splashed generously with rich lapis and stark cobalt, neutral navy and sparkling aquamarines.

GODDDD THIS IS SO PRETTY RIKO …….. im so jealous !! of ur writing !!! the last part is just downright gorgeous hhhhh you rly captured the beauty of his eyes … like i can SEE them in front of me ……. and again; reader only being able to think of how pretty and angelic satoru looks while they’re dying …. T_T and he’s freaking out but they’re just admiring him !! only seeing him !! oughh .

nothing more than a piece of sea glass, perhaps in the rough. yet to be refined by years of chipping and sanding, being tossed against the rocks by the unrelenting cycle of waves, drag and push ‘til the shape was smooth and there were no ridges to catch, no kinks to smoothen out, no fragile points to exploit.

to anyone else, he would seem unmovable. no weaknesses, only strengths. almost inhumane. that was the facade he tried to project, anyway.

try as he might to put up that shield of his— it never worked. at least, not with you. those round dark sunglasses that never let you catch a glimpse of the story behind his pupils always acted as a barrier between himself and the world, tucking away the fragile child within him and forcing the strongest to grow stronger.

but you’d never had trouble taking those pesky shades off; not between classes, not at shared tables with cartoons of strawberry milk between you and not on the long walks home past parks and couples with cherries of blush on their cheeks and families with smiles that seemed to shine brighter than the sun.

not behind closed doors or shared moments of intimacy, not when you’d forced them off his face and beneath your heel just so he would look at you for once and see you for who you really were. realize what he really meant to you.

perhaps that was his undoing. his achilles’ heel. letting you in when he could’ve— no, should’ve locked you out.

just.. this entire part …… ooooughhhh. i love love love !! this take on satoru. and i agree sm !! i think he puts all these walls up for a reason, but hes still only human and he cant help but grow to care for the people around him … but it always works out best for him when he doesnt :(

and him tucking the childish part of himself away !! being forced to grow up far too quickly !!! satoru is just such a sad and lonely character once u get down to it </3 i love him sm. u write him so well and thoughtfully !!

“don’t cry for me, ‘toru. maybe, once this is all over, we can… share one of shoko’s smokes together, and reminisce— about last spring…” you whispered, your muddled and chaotic thoughts suddenly clearing. 

over a stick of cancer. really?

in your minds eye, you could picture it. the trickle of burning ember and ash from the stiff paper, representing each memory recounted and ticked off your fingers until it burnt to your skin, and brought you back to the present. past the memories. moving forward to make new ones.

i love you, satoru.

was that all you had ever been trying to say to him?

THIS ONE. god. this might be my fav part of the whole fic im just so obsessed. i collapsed. your writing is seriously sooo pretty ….. i love ur descriptions n just how well ur writing flows !! the bittersweetness of reader wishing for them to reminisce over their spring together … and then . over a stick of cancer. really? to bring u back down… and then the gorgeous, drawn out paragraph after that…

and then. the last line ….. which actually just hit me like a bullet to the head tbh LIKE. GOD. that’s gonna live rent free in my brain for all of time im not even exaggerating. i cant pinpoint exactly why but it just rly …. scratches a certain corner of my brain. was that all you had ever been trying to say to him? i just !! adore it. sm.

(he thinks it’s cruel that his brilliant blue irises get to experience the lifetime ahead of him, always glowing with the life you should’ve had. but the again, he’s grateful for them; to them for letting him see the twinkle in your eye when you called him ‘toru oh so sweetly, or letting him witness the affection in your infectious grin when you pressed a kiss to his cherry red cheek after sneaking a bite of the powdered sugary crepe in his hand with a little chirp of ‘sharing is caring, satoru.’)

:’( sniffle. i love these lil glimpses u give us of just how sweet n precious reader was to satoru …. how in love they were. i feel like i can see all those warm colours w how you describe everything, n then when u bring us back to reader dying all i see is gray and blue. thats so impressive to me !!!!!! just the vibes and colours of ur writing .. i feel it so deeply hhh.

when it comes to this very mission, on this fateful summer day where the dried streams sang trickling melodies into open fields of green and when the cacophony of the cicadas’ buzz subdues the shrill scream of fireworks rising over a summer festival, satoru denies everything.

AND. god. goddddd. this line is just so, so gorgeous and summer-y and beautiful. literally so good. i fell to my knees. ”satoru denies everything.” the way you build it all up just to bring it down to that is …. so good riko it rewired my whole brain chemistry.

the little sway of the section of dark hair in front of his eye that he liked to call ‘bangs’ (should be singular. arguments and wounded prides have often ensued whenever the topic approached this)

AND THEN THIS PHSHDJD thank u for at least giving us this one lil comedic moment ….. this was so funny AND I AGREE W SATORU that man does NOT have bangs he has A Bang. we love him and his fucked up bang though <33 

as such, it is customary to say farewell to endings, but welcome the beginnings. and who’s to say the two can’t intertwine; coincide? perhaps they show up as one and the same.

after all, you had meant the end to his isolation and the beginning to his affection.

the notion only drove the knife of your death deeper, as it happened. so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? either way, it hurts. but he can’t just let it fester, infect, mold over time in his chest— and so he pulls it out. despite the sleep it costs him. the anguish it brings him.

“we’ll find a way, satoru. after all, we’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

aaaand finally !!!!…. this whole final part just went so hard. so bittersweet !! but also hopeful !! so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? i love this lineeee and how symbolic it is of how one deals with grief… and how satoru chooses to pull the knife out and move on T_T despite the sleep it costs him, despite the anguish it brings him… hes so strong !!! i wanna give him a hug…. 

also this might not have been intentional on ur part but !! i love the implication that suguru is there to help him and push him forward … even just a little bit ….. even though that’ll end up falling apart too when sugu defects :( but still !!! stsg my beloveds <3

aaaaa all in all !! i hope this ended up (somewhat) coherent pshdjdj but i adored this riko !! im so in awe of your writing, i loved this piece !! :D i dont read much satoru angst generally so this was a nice change of pace too, u did his character sm justice n just … yeah. this was so so good !!!

spring of life and death —. gojo satoru x reader

warnings: character death, light descriptions of gore (wounded, blood) i don’t think there’s anything else…..????? idk though - gojo experiences his very first lost with the one he thought would be there for the rest of them .

now would be a great time to mention that i haven’t written in ages and i also don’t know how to write gojo and this may or may not have belonged to another chara i found in my drafts from like 2021

your ears were ringing.

your world had been spinning along its axis normally just a few moments ago— you think its unfair how quickly things can escalate.

but the thoughts dim and dull in your fogged mind when you feel a hand on your cheek. gentle, delicate— like it’s holding a fragile flower in its palm, ever so careful not to crush the last breath of life from the petals and stalks even as it beholds the withering of the leaves; watching the thing wash gray and drift away.

“satoru…”

he buried his face into your neck, smothering his painful hiccups as his burning tears rolled down your skin. in a fleeting thought— captured by the tangy sea breeze, he’d never looked more beautiful.

“please don’t cry, satoru.” you murmured, mustering a weak smile as he tentatively lifted his head up from your bleeding body, crimson waves slowly spreading across the mossy cracked pavement.

the sky was dark, ominous clouds gathering over the remains of what had become of a distant shrine tucked away in the hazy mountain tops of kyoto, as the two of you lay isolated in a large stone gazebo, the dead bodies of mutilated curses strewn all around you beginning to slowly disintegrate and disperse. cliffs stretched high above the murky water around the bay, covered in age old stone and soft moss. 

you lifted a hand weakly, unable to do much as you felt your strength seeping through your body, releasing as you fought to remain conscious. it felt as though everything had slipped out of your hands, after years of desperately hanging on to it. your life had been yanked out of your own feeble hands as soon as you had stepped foot in that deceiving, bright taxi. 

you gently laid your hand on satoru’s red cheek, glistening with fresh crystal tears, a snag, rip, and tear in his sleeve where he’d torn off the rudimentary uniform fabric in a frenzy to bandage your flowing wound.

it was tragic, truly. he hadn’t been careful with his application of blue, and you’d been caught in the cross fire, curse for curse and human all subject to the tornado of debris and stone that his cursed technique wrought upon the dilapidated clearing. 

“don’t—“ you mumbled, cutting off abruptly as an unwelcome coughing fit rocked your fragile body, blood splattering in your hands and leaking from the crevices between your stiff fingers— those that used to hug satoru’s own thin digits between them— as you covered your dry mouth and tried to smother the hacking pain in your throat; the burning sensation that dried your mouth and pricked at your fading consciousness. 

now, the only thing your hands held were the coalescing essence of seeping crimson life and the cold swirling air that remained from an effect of your cursed energy. so empty and numb.

“don’t blame yourself. it wasn’t your fault, gojo.” 

his heart squeezed tight in his chest, nostalgia gripping him in a vice as memories of your first night with the school came rushing back like high tide in his mind. 

“no… no—! this can’t happen.” he muttered, panic overriding his shakily hopeless demeanor. his voice was loud, cracking; it erupted from the eroding stone rooftops, carried over aging terraces into the rich green trees overhead. the small waver in it was impossible to miss, and even more so to ignore.

“i can bring you to yaga. surely he knows how to care for someone, right? maybe shoko has special first aid knowledge from her cursed technique, or maybe suguru can help you somehow… please, stay with me [name]! don’t go.” he cried, his hand desperately fumbling to clutch yours as you looked on with sadness.

it was, truly, such a shame. the sun had long since passed its crux in the arch of the firmament, casting its warm golden glow that refracted and dappled through speckled leaves and cracks in the wood onto the melancholy scene below.

in this light, he looked like an angel. every color of the rainbow reflected through prisms in his tears, those mesmerizing glittering blue eyes of his that always—

no. just blue wouldn’t be accurate enough. 

his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of monochrome— all splashed generously with rich lapis and stark cobalt, neutral navy and sparkling aquamarines. it was as if there was an entire rainbow of the soothing color in his irises, dimensions of depth and fragments that rivaled the ridges of the seas and the layers of the earth. though, this rainbow only consisted of the tranquil tone; but at this very moment, the only hue you could catch in the dying light was one of pure blues. and not in the sense of an artist’s taste for palettes, but in the sense of sadness. regret, guilt, and above all— pain.

“satoru.”

he paused through a flurry of sniffles and held-back tears, glancing at you with trepidation and a growing uneasiness as he noticed your lack of breath. it was like you were struggling for air. 

the thought only frightened him more.

“promise me.. that you’ll take care of them.” you murmured, as your body began to lax against your own will. a familiar feeling of release came over you, like lying in bed after a long day. only this time, you wouldn’t be able to get back up.

“don’t say that. we can look after them together, right?” satoru pleaded, reaching forward as you lurched back. he gently grabbed your shoulder, shifting his hand onto your back so he could pull you up and into his arms, cradling you delicately as if you were a crystal glass ornament, threatening to shatter at any given moment. 

if you were an ornament, so beautiful and yet so fragile— than what was he?

surely, in his eyes: nothing more than a piece of sea glass, perhaps in the rough. yet to be refined by years of chipping and sanding, being tossed against the rocks by the unrelenting cycle of waves, drag and push ‘til the shape was smooth and there were no ridges to catch, no kinks to smoothen out, no fragile points to exploit.

to anyone else, he would seem unmovable. no weaknesses, only strengths. almost inhumane. that was the facade he tried to project, anyway.

try as he might to put up that shield of his— it never worked. at least, not with you. those round dark sunglasses that never let you catch a glimpse of the story behind his pupils always acted as a barrier between himself and the world, tucking away the fragile child within him and forcing the strongest to grow stronger.

but you’d never had trouble taking those pesky shades off; not between classes, not at shared tables with cartoons of strawberry milk between you and not on the long walks home past parks and couples with cherries of blush on their cheeks and families with smiles that seemed to shine brighter than the sun.

not behind closed doors or shared moments of intimacy, not when you’d forced them off his face and beneath your heel just so he would look at you for once and see you for who you really were. realize what he really meant to you.

perhaps that was his undoing. his achilles’ heel. letting you in when he could’ve— no, should’ve locked you out.

“‘toru… you’re strong. everyone knows you are. remember that this was never..” you trailed off, another coughing fit causing you to shake and sputter, blood splattering over your tattered clothes. 

“it was never your fault. ever. you’re perfect, satoru.” 

he only stared at you, tears welling up in his swirling blue eyes. his fists were clenched, and you thought for an instant that—

well, not like you’d ever be able to tell if it was his blood that mixed with yours in the limp palm of your hand or just your own. if you’d mistaken the clench of his fingers so tight into his own skin that he’d drawn his own blood with those long digits for… a lesser show of emotion.

that’s how it always was with him. you never quite knew if it was only your love gushing from your open heart, or if there was a droplet of his mixed in there too. or maybe, a trickle of it. perhaps even a waterfall. with him? you could never, ever tell. it often presented itself much differently from what it truly was. much like its owner.

“don’t cry for me, ‘toru. maybe, once this is all over, we can… share one of shoko’s smokes together, and reminisce— about last spring…” you whispered, your muddled and chaotic thoughts suddenly clearing. 

over a stick of cancer. really?

in your minds eye, you could picture it. the trickle of burning ember and ash from the stiff paper, representing each memory recounted and ticked off your fingers until it burnt to your skin, and brought you back to the present. past the memories. moving forward to make new ones.

i love you, satoru.

was that all you had ever been trying to say to him?

perhaps, from the very beginning, the fates had ordained it to be this way. and try as you might, you could never escape their elaborate tapestry of cruel life. 

“i love you, satoru.” you mumbled, and with all your remaining strength, you barely pulled yourself up, tugging him down from his neck as his soft lips met yours. the kiss was bittersweet in every sense of the word— if colors and phrases were tangible, then he’d label it a dreaded farewell, a deep melancholy departure— something that hurts so, so much but is inevitable all the same. truly, he thinks it’s so pathetic how he was reduced to nothing in a mere instant.

then again, you always seemed to have that effect on him.

he watched in silent anguish as your eyes glazed over, the last fading pieces of your fleeting consciousness swirling away from your broken body as your hand fell limp to your side, final words lingering in the air. his body screams at him to do something— take your cold hands and intertwine your soft fingers with his, light the life in your eyes again with some fairytale kiss that he yearns to take the two of you away from this goddamned world. but it’s too bad, really. there’s nothing to do about what’s already been done.

after a long moment— what could’ve been a few seconds or a lifetime, he couldn’t tell— satoru pulled away from you, your lips cold and foreign to him, lacking the luster and warmth of the person he knew the best. his lover. 

“i love you too, [name].” he whispered, his voice breaking. he felt so small and insignificant, time stretching on in a cruel instant as if to mock him for this happenstance he brought upon himself. it was a scary, unfamiliar feeling. that’s how things had always been with you; letting you in, relying on someone— letting you see him for who he really was had always been a terrifying thing to him. but this time he knows you won’t be there to smother the fire and ash of reluctance with sweet kisses and words like crystalline water to douse the malevolent anxieties; he knows he’ll be alone again as tears began to flow and flow once more from his ever bright eyes, like a relentless waterfall that slowly shaped rocks and eroded banks over time. 

time, eons and centuries. 

and for all the next, which he would have to start afoot on a path that left a cold vacancy by his side, the wind blowing against his back a harsh and cruel reminder.

(he thinks it’s cruel that his brilliant blue irises get to experience the lifetime ahead of him, always glowing with the life you should’ve had. but the again, he’s grateful for them; to them for letting him see the twinkle in your eye when you called him ‘toru oh so sweetly, or letting him witness the affection in your infectious grin when you pressed a kiss to his cherry red cheek after sneaking a bite of the powdered sugary crepe in his hand with a little chirp of ‘sharing is caring, satoru.’)

when it comes to this very mission, on this fateful summer day where the dried streams sang trickling melodies into open fields of green and when the cacophony of the cicadas’ buzz subdues the shrill scream of fireworks rising over a summer festival, satoru denies everything. so what if he spent an extra hour or two there? he was just patrolling the area to make sure the presence of curses was completely exterminated; doing his duty as a sorcerer to protect the weak. it’s none of shoko’s business what your final words to him were and it certainly isn’t any of suguru’s to ask what he did with your body.

of course he disposed of it properly. he would never endanger anyone else so carelessly, again.

of course he didn’t spend an eternity by your side after the glint of adoration in your eyes had been extinguished, crying his eyes out into your empty chest which had a void instead of a heartbeat. the silence had never been more loud. to him, at least.

of course he was fine. of course. it didn’t take six eyes to see that—

“—dumbass. i’m fine. lay off, would you?” he scoffed, kicking the ground in frustration and stirring up a small cloud of dust on the faded bricks in the pavement, years of wear from generations of those before clear in the smoothness of the surface.

like a piece of sea glass. but this one was supporting another that was still in the rough. still sharp to the edges, still fragile in all the wrong places—

still breakable, with enough pressure and force and precision.

he didn’t need suguru’s… whatever it was. concern? yeah. concern. he shouldn’t go sticking his sharp nose into places it didn’t belong. only one person had ever burrowed into his heart like that. satoru was content to let the others try.

the dark-haired boy in question groaned, rubbing his temple and letting out an exasperated sigh that, satoru assumed, was drawn out in exaggeration. the little sway of the section of dark hair in front of his eye that he liked to call ‘bangs’ (should be singular. arguments and wounded prides have often ensued whenever the topic approached this) was irritating satoru to no end.

“come on, satoru. you—“

you don’t understand.

a thousand flowers of mourning and a bed of roses would never be enough for you. those were the thoughts that echoed and swirled in his hazy mind as he picked your lifeless body up, cringing at the way your limbs went slack, like a ragdoll. those were the thoughts he never dared to vocalize when he was irresistibly close to you, and still he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words lodged in his throat when he settled you down in a small green clearing a little ways away so he could appreciate your beauty and let himself wallow in self-loathing and despair for a little longer before going on with the correct procedures.

that was the smallest moment of respite he’d allowed himself. to finally feel weak for a little while. it was unfair, he thinks— the strongest, and yet he still can’t do anything against the unending march of time or the seemingly merciless web of fate the universe entangled him in, like a fly in a spider’s cradle.

in truth, he’d never felt more weak in his entire life. loss effects everyone equally, without bias or prejudice. no matter who you are. in some way, he was thankful to you; you’d taught him that, but he thinks some part of him would despise you just a little bit for giving him an unwarranted crash course.

the feeling was unfamiliar to him. but it would become like an old friend over time; one that remained even after all those who brought joy to him left.

when they were there, they brought solace. when they left, they gave loneliness.

some people are so selflessly generous in that way, right? never taking. always giving.

departure is common. people wave goodbye with a farewell and a bittersweet smile upon their faces as they bid adieu to what’s behind them and strive towards what lies ahead, willingly or otherwise. but goodbyes are not always final. after a long and toiling journey, the weary wanderer finds comfort in the presence of his family. the traveler finds comfort after a trial of hardship in his kin, and the adventurer comes home to a warm meal and a happy home.

it’s difficult to say the same for a sorcerer— a normal life is always a hair out of reach— a glimpse into pattern and routine, a dream of stability and relationship. but just that. 

a dream. nothing more. beautiful, fleeting, and never to manifest or become tangible.

nevertheless, things end, but many more will begin. 

as such, it is customary to say farewell to endings, but welcome the beginnings. and who’s to say the two can’t intertwine; coincide? perhaps they show up as one and the same.

after all, you had meant the end to his isolation and the beginning to his affection.

the notion only drove the knife of your death deeper, as it happened. so which is best? to leave the blade in, or pull it out? either way, it hurts. but he can’t just let it fester, infect, mold over time in his chest— and so he pulls it out. despite the sleep it costs him. the anguish it brings him.

“we’ll find a way, satoru. after all, we’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

but healing takes time, even if such a thing can seem heartless. and there is no rush or emotion, no presence or practice that could ever seal the broken and shattered heart faster than time itself would gently mend it back together.

so he lets the sand trickle, and lets life run its course. without you.

i actually originally wrote this for lyle collodi from hi3 so that’s y gojo just randomly accidentally kills u i’m sorry if it’s a stretch

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[kosi-annec]

[BNHA] Season 3 episode 23

AAAAAA bakugo's image of himself is shaking

LETS GO IT BEGINS

Lmao they have actual robots n shit, it even has a lil hat

Aizawa ain't paid enough to deal with these problems kids

Yeah deku talking ain't his style

GOD DAMN NICE KICK FLIP DEKU

... hhhhh oh god HHHHH, all that hate and it was out of jealousy. Cuz, at this point, deku is the better hero. Bakugo may be a good fighter, but as a hero? Not really, not as he is now. Add the guilt of being the reason the symbol of peace is retired and ya got a teen that needs some emotional help

OOF A KICK TO THE HEAD

Goddamn the animation tho it is on fucking point!

Bakugo really has some "the world revolves around me" issues, like not everything is out to get you or trying to bring you down, i mean yes technically but not in the way you think

eh? Just 8%?? Was expecting something bigger but eh fair enough

I really like the glowy effects they doing for deku, idk i just think it neat

GODDAMN I NEARLY FORGOT BOUT THIS, BULLSHIT DEKU DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE LOOK AT THOSE MOVES

... even tho bakugo was yelling bout how he wasn't going to lose to deku, subconsciously he probably wanted deku to win, to prove himself wrong about, well, himself. But he wasn't gonna go easy ofc duh, still bakugo, but yeah..

Well bakugo, what you wanted to hear isn't essentially what ya need to hear

Even when they're having a semi calm conversation, bakugo ofc be dissin as always

Aaaand they're back to bickering lmao

LMAO he is so done with his problem children

Ohh its called an inferiority complex, thats the word i kept forgetting whenever i need to describe bakugo lol

... they're so quiet... GSAP THEY'RE HAVING A NORMAL CONVERSATION

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[weldnas]

-

[heartual]

heyyyyy

[obey-me-headquarters]

Chinchilla Asmodeus! For the idea of him being a breeding pet!

Chinchilla's are hella expensive and a bit difficult to breed, with high infertility rates! But not our poor Azzy!

Not only that, but female chinchillas only go into heat for two days so if Asmodeus has to breed he only has two days to work his magic. Only two days with his "mate" :( if they aren't in heat they push him off so he can't mount them.

Chinchillas also apparently have a caste system, kinda? Like who's dominant pecking order shit. I just imagine Asmodeus is the dominant one out of everyone there. You assert dominance by biting, scratching, peeing on each other (they flick urine as a way to tell whatever is annoying them to go away) and...humping?? So he meets you and starts humping your leg and you're just like 😶 which makes him go "Oh shit, they're in charge here"

His owners got rid of him because it's impossible to inbreed chinchillas because the seed won't take/almost all inbred chinchillas die early or have some major deformation

You find Asmodeus looking kinda sickly and exhausted looking but eager. He's also missing fur because chinchillas hair falls out when stressed so if something grabs them they can try to get away :(

I can just imagine how soft his fur? Hair?? is ajfhwuja hhhhh and shit he'd be so proud of his..coat?? I can just imagine him trying to have a dust bath in the most sexy way possible as his owner is standing there like "Yup. I'm gonna have to sweep the floor after this."

Male chinchillas make chirping noises and do this funky butt wiggle thing so I can just imagine him tweaking at his owner with a complete straight face as they try to get work done.

Chinchilla Asmodeus does not believe in shirts and has a rivalry with any stuffed animals you have. They're soft and don't react to him humping them, which is very frustrating.

He also whines a lot. A lot. Hes mostly nocturnal but man, this bad boy can fit so many high pitch noises.

Ahhhh ong this ask is so cute! I absolutely love the idea of Chinchilla Asmo! Since Chinchilla's are so hard to breed, but Asmo is one of few that's able to get anyone pregnant, I imagine he puts a lot of self worth into the idea of him being breedable. Like, the only reason he's getting all this attention and nice things is because he fucks a lot. So that's why he tries to play it up. He tries cutesy and spends a lot of time grooming because he Has to look fuckable, and his mates Have to want him, because if he can't do right, what's he good for then?

Also the two day time limit is very sad! Imagine getting a mate and having them be in hate, so they're all cuddly and wants to be near him to fuck him, but right after their heat ends they're pushing him off of them and doesn't want anything to do with him.

Also I did not know that Chinchillas have a caste system! That's very cool. I bet that's one of the reasons Asmo had a hard time getting adopted, because every time he got bought into a new home he would pee everywhere, and tries to hump his new owners. So everyone keeps bringing him back.

It isn't until you get him and is completely unaffected by him trying to dominate you does he realize *you're* in charge.

Also I love the metal image of Asmo trying to look all sexy in a sand bath. Posing dramatically and puffing up sand. And your just sitting there like :l guess I'm gonna need to vacuum...

Honestly a lot of your head canons for having Asmo as a pet are just very hilarious lol. You gift him a teddy bear to cuddle at night and now he has a Rival. Asmo not believing in shirts so in the winter he cranks the heat WAY up and you're just like "Asmo.... honey.... sweetheart.... I am Dying."

Also also!! Him being nocturnal!! When you wake up to go to work he's completely dead to world, and when you come home he's still kinda of sleepy. Just at 2am? Oh he's Energized. Definitely zooms around the house. Frequently you would wake up to go to work and see that the living room got completely reorganized when you were asleep.

[yostresswritinggirl]

@butterfly-mochi​ Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

[clonehub]

Oh no (hhhhh sorry this got out of hand lmao) now I have so many thoughts about how clones would make their language information dense and about how a language really builds around a culture, or in the case of conlangs, the idea of one. I like the idea of clones that spend most of their time on starships using port/starboard/bow/stern equivalents instead of self-referential directions like right and left (esp over comms since you don't have to know where someone's facing) (1/2)

Also linguistic genders are a way to include more info in any one word (and make long sentences easier to nvigate) and im not sure how i feel about this but: common, hostile, and friendly linguistic gender would make battlefield talk much easier but probably wouldn't have much use outside of it :/ Also like, having multiple words that all kinda mean "brother" and the difference between them being something non clones wouldn't really. Get lol (not that they're gonna try and explain anyway) (2/2)

YES THE PORT/STARBOARD THING IS SO COOL

and this makes me think of how English is jam packed with really nitpicky colors like lavender, purple, neon purple, mauve, berry, grape, etc etc with light/dark/bright/dull modifiers, and some other languages just have the basic colors with basic modifiers. so for the clones, maybe they have colors that are relevant specific to their environments that they grew up in, so maybe multiple words for diff types of white (white like the halls of kamino, or the long necks themselves? the distinction is important) and then red for blood versus a red for warning lights, different words for different emergency lights/alarms/sounds

and I think etymologically they have "brother" in their language, but its totally gender neutral and perhaps similar in sound to the regular word brother (regarding two people who share at least one parent). so like for them in their conlang, "brother" means "sibling" and funcitons the way I'd call my irl siblings my siblings. but they also do have a separate word for brother for civvies, and maybe they didn't or don't have words for cousin, aunt, uncle, or grandparents for a long time, if ever.

theyve got lots of words for laser, blaster, and march. different adverbs for how one gives orders or says "sir" and stuff like that. lots of ways to describe jedi. very few ways to describe food.

and i wonder if they would have two kinds of "my" to differentiate between ownership and relation. like how we say in English, "my chair" and "my brother", but the first we clearly own while the second we are related to, even though we use my for both. but for clones, they own very little and they have lots of different relations with each other because of class, rank, and squads and stuff. so possession (or lack thereof) of an object gets one type of "my", and relationships get another type of "my".

okay before I lose my mind does anyone who bothered to read this think that the clones would have two understandings of state of being the way Spanish and Igbo do, or would they just stick to one for simplicity's sake? I'm thinking just one.

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STRAY KIDS - THEY LET YOU DO THEIR MAKEUP BEFORE YOU GO OUT

another one from the discord archive lol. ngl this used to be a MLT so it might be worded weird but w/e

anyways this one is cute. daily reminder to, at some point in your life, sit in someone’s lap and do their eyeliner. thank

short and sweet :)

BANG CHAN

he’d do it as a joke. it’s basically just a joke to both of y’all. he plays the part too and acts hyperfeminine and y’all end up in tears. it’s great. also you know this mf is built so he’ll do shit like check out groceries or smth in a tank top and you’d be dying of laughter in back cuz the cashier is looking at this buff ass man with sparkly eye shadow. 10/10. also he does your makeup when you do this. he’s been getting better, be proud. he’s figured out pencil eye liner!!!!! he is not to be trusted with anything liquid tho. not after The Incident. JSJDDJDJ

MINHO

pretends to resist and whines the whole time but clearly loves it. he’s a bad bitch like are you kidding he’d have a great time. he always manages to smudge something or fuck it up but it still looks rlly cute.

CHANGBIN

nooooo hes gotta be a bad boy!!! absolutely not. actually he caves BUT ONLY a little eye shadow or lip gloss or some shit. whines when u call him cute. he is cute. you eventually break him down enough for him to let you do his eyeliner (!!!) and oh my goddddddd. changbin in eyeliner supremacy don’t @ me. please date me /hj

HYUNJIN

wouldn’t make a huge deal about it, he prob goes out in light makeup sometimes. it wouldn’t be a fuss you’d just chat while u did his eye shadow and then you’d go out. simple and domestic. he looks great don’t @ me. ok better than great. idk any words that are better than great I’m a bit hung up on Hyunjin in general. hhhhh men

JISUNG

Bitch he’d do this on his own. if you bring it up he’s like “yeah makeup night fuck yeah”. LMFAO. if y’all are going out he’s gonna do his own makeup but almost never lets you do it. he will whine about how it’s weird and different and how you’re “poking his eye” but it’s a good time all around.

FELIX

dude he’s said he likes femme stuff before, would totally get really excited and you’d prob fuck up a couple times cuz he’s wiggling so much lol. he simply would not care! you eventually call him down enough to get a Good Ass Look on him and he just. mwah a gift from heaven. He loves rlly extra looks too and sometimes begs you to recreate some wild Instagram post or something. he’d do it himself but he’s SO BAD AT IT LMAO

SEUNGMIN

wouldn’t hate it but wouldn’t do it voluntarily for a very very long time. he just doesn’t like full makeup looks ig? Won’t whine about it and kinda just pretends it’s not there. whines every time you look at him and get excited over his makeup tho LMFAO

JEONGIN

would be rlly shy about it but would eventually forget it was on and relax. He’s not the biggest fan of makeup but he likes that you think he’s pretty and that’s good enough for him to do it every once in a while. gets flustered when u call him cute or handsome or reach up to fix his smudged eyeliner or something.

side note: I just wanna know why one of my birds does Not Give A Shit about any of his toys but loves trying to make friends with the water bowl. not the food bowl though!!! they look the exact same, but just the water bowl!!!! like king the sound of you trying to kiss plastic is terrifying

birds r wild man

remind me to get y’all an obligatory birb pic :)