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Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin - Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

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Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin - Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

Dogecoin: The OG Meme Coin – Still The Most Relevant in the Evolving Cryptosphere

Dogecoin (DOGE), the undisputed granddaddy of meme coins, needs no introduction. Its iconic Shiba Inu mascot has become synonymous with the entire meme coin movement. Launched in 2013 as a lighthearted parody of Bitcoin, Dogecoin defied expectations by capturing the public imagination and experiencing explosive growth in 2021. But with the meme coin craze seemingly fading in 2024, a crucial question arises: Does Dogecoin still hold relevance in the ever-evolving landscape of cryptocurrency?

From Humble Beginnings to Viral Sensation:

Dogecoin’s journey began as a playful jab at the seriousness of the early crypto scene. However, its lightheartedness resonated with a growing online community, fostering a strong sense of camaraderie and humor. This unique social aspect propelled Dogecoin into mainstream consciousness, aided by celebrity endorsements from Elon Musk and others. By 2021, Dogecoin’s price skyrocketed, briefly surpassing even established altcoins in market cap.

Beyond the Hype: Exploring Dogecoin’s Evolution:

While the initial frenzy may have subsided, Dogecoin hasn’t simply faded into obscurity. The project continues to explore ways to enhance its utility and appeal. Here are some notable developments:

Focus on Developer Activity: The Dogecoin development team remains active, working on scalability improvements and network upgrades.

Integration with Businesses: Some merchants have begun accepting Dogecoin as a form of payment, demonstrating its potential for real-world use cases.

Charitable Endeavors: The Dogecoin community has a strong philanthropic streak, supporting various charitable causes throughout its history.

Dogecoin’s March Madness: A Potential 9x-13x Price Surge in 2024?

March 2024 could be a pivotal month for Dogecoin (DOGE), the meme coin that captured the world’s imagination. While the broader cryptocurrency market remains uncertain, several factors converge that might propel DOGE to a staggering 9x to 13x increase in price. Here’s why March might be the month for a Dogecoin “March Madness”:

1. The Dogefather’s Endorsement: Elon Musk, the self-proclaimed “Dogefather” and a major influencer in the crypto space, has a history of sending DOGE prices soaring with his tweets. With key developments happening at Tesla and SpaceX in March, a well-timed tweet mentioning Dogecoin could reignite investor interest and trigger a buying frenzy.

2. Retail Investor FOMO (Fear of Missing Out): Retail investors, a major force in the crypto market, are known for their enthusiasm and responsiveness to trends. If Dogecoin experiences a significant price jump in March, a wave of FOMO could ensue, pushing the price even higher. Social media buzz and news coverage could further amplify this effect, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

3. Scheduled Doge-related Events: March might witness significant events within the Dogecoin community. Hackathons, meetups, or charitable initiatives could reignite the community spirit and attract new investors. Increased community engagement and positive news surrounding Dogecoin could lead to a renewed sense of purpose and value for the coin.

4. Integration with Payment Platforms: The growing adoption of Dogecoin by online merchants for payments could see a significant acceleration in March. If major retailers or service providers announce Dogecoin integration, it would signal real-world utility for the meme coin, potentially boosting its price.

5. Technical Chart Signals (Disclaimer): While technical analysis should never be the sole factor in investment decisions, some analysts see bullish signals in Dogecoin’s price chart for March. A potential breakout from key resistance levels could trigger a buying spree and propel the price upwards. However, it’s crucial to remember that technical analysis is not a foolproof science, and past performance doesn’t guarantee future results.

A Word of Caution:

Investing in cryptocurrency, especially meme coins known for volatility, carries inherent risks. This article is for informational purposes only and should not be considered financial advice. Always conduct thorough research and consult a qualified financial advisor before making any investment decisions.

Dogecoin’s Position in the Crypto Market:

Despite these developments, Dogecoin faces significant challenges. Critics argue that its lack of a defined use case beyond speculation hinders its long-term viability. Additionally, the meme coin market itself has become saturated, with newer projects competing for attention.

The Future of Dogecoin:

Dogecoin’s future depends on its ability to adapt and innovate. Can it evolve from a pure meme coin into something more? The answer remains uncertain. However, Dogecoin’s engaged community, coupled with ongoing development efforts, suggests there’s still a fight in the old dog yet.

Investing in Dogecoin: A Word of Caution

Dogecoin’s past volatility makes it a high-risk investment. While its potential for future growth shouldn’t be entirely dismissed, thorough research and a cautious approach are essential before making any investment decisions.

Disclaimer: This information is for educational purposes only and should not be considered financial advice. Please consult with a qualified financial advisor before making any investment decisions.

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women in male fields

fratboy!jaehyun x reader

summary: you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

word count: 3.5k

warnings: swearing, fuckboy behavior, mentions of alcohol, Americanized college described (l'm American), pet names (sweetie, sweets, sweeteart, sweet girl) in order to avoid using y/n, Imk if I missed anything!

a/n: there was something completely magical in my Chili’s triple dipper because I sat down and pounded this out for 4 hours with minimal breaks! I’d had this idea for a while but figured I’d get it out before everyone forgot about the #womeninmalefields TikTok trend. Feedback is appreciated!

Timeline-wise let’s say this is about 4-6 months into Jae and Sweetheart being a couple

This story is a part of my fratboy!Jaehyun universe!

dividers from cafekitsune

You weren’t stupid. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Jung Jaehyun, one of the most fratboy fratboys to ever exist. You had been around for the parties, for the handful of nights where he overdid it and got sick, countless nights of standing by to watch him play beer pong, no dates on Sunday evenings because of frat meetings, and a couple philanthropic events. You were used to a lot of it by now. 

But your boyfriend had adapted himself so well to this role that you honestly kind of hated some of his behaviors. He had changed some habits, of course. He was no longer the fuckboy fratboy that slept around, no, he was committed to you and you alone. He made some effort into being romantic which took some work since his idea of romance was sending you a daily Snapchat for your streak with a red heart. Gross. Now, he got you flowers occasionally and your favorite snacks. His room used to be an absolute pigsty and now he at the very least he shoved his mess under the bed so you didn’t see.

Then there were some habits that didn’t change and you were tired of them. Beyond tired of them. You were tired of him passively listening, barely paying attention to you, being kind of an asshole, and just being a gross guy. So you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. If he could do all these things and you could still like him, why wouldn't he still like you?

It had started when you texted Jaehyun on a Thursday afternoon and he didn’t respond until Saturday afternoon. It had been nothing urgent, but you were still annoyed. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. In fact, it was a horrible habit of his. He started a conversation or read a text you sent and just never responded. You knew now, based on experience and the other guys telling you, that Jaehyun sucked at texting. He would still post on Instagram or Snapchat, posting various athletes like they were his friends and promoting frat activities like normal. It was almost like he forgot that the primary function of a phone was to communicate. Good thing he was pretty!

It didn’t make it any less annoying that your boyfriend didn't care to change this habit for you though, so when he finally texted you back, you decided to give him the same treatment. Saturday came to an end and you didn’t text back. Sunday was the same and so was Monday. He texted you countless times, so many questions, random updates on his day, and asking you if you were ok or if he should send help to your dorm. So when you knocked on the door Tuesday afternoon scrolling on your phone when Jaehyun opened the door. It was pretty safe to say he was pretty confused.

“Where have you been? You didn’t answer any of my texts,” Jaehyun asked while he led the two of you upstairs.

You hummed noncommittally, your eyes not leaving the screen of your phone, “oh yeah, my phone broke. My bad.”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to argue, ready to tell you that he had seen you posting on your stories, your phone didn’t look new, and he had heard you on FaceTime with Haechan just yesterday. That you were literally scrolling through Instagram when he opened the door, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you into his arms, and pulled up the most recent episode of one of your shows. 

He couldn’t really complain if you were here with him now, right? You were in his bed, in his arms, laying on his chest. Everything was fine. A few days of no contact was normal and you both had a good enough relationship where it shouldn’t bother him, right? But it did…

The next time Jaehyun pissed you off was just a week later. He had proven to be a little extra clingy after his punishment of silence and that was good enough for you. It had been enough to hold you off with some of his, less than perfect behavior, until the next time he messed up. Sure, enough it was just 7 days later when he acted stupid again. And it was time for him to learn again. Sometimes he just had to learn to not do something by doing it and learning the consequences. Like a child… or a pet.

Jaehyun had had a stressful week. You knew that, he had told you about it the last time you saw him just yesterday, so you did feel kinda bad for deciding to pull this out of your sleeve now. How was he going to learn if you never tried to fix it though?

Jaehyun was pacing around his room, running a hand down his face and staring at the email that basically told him nothing from their partner sorority. He was social chair, so he was in charge of planning mixers. That’s exactly what he was trying to do! But the Kappa social chair was either knowingly being a pain in the ass or just naturally was a pain in the ass. How was it useful for Jaehyun to know when a handful of sisters all had an astronomy class?! Why did that matter when he was asking her to choose from a handful of dates he’d already chosen?!

Not only was this sorority social chair being annoying, Taeyong had been on his ass to plan some kind of sponsored philanthropic event, but everyone Nu Chi had worked with previously was being so difficult! No one was returning a single one of his emails, he spent his afternoons on hold or making calls, and just getting in contact with new companies and vendors just took so much effort. He currently had one sponsor, which was fine, whatever. But nothing Nu Chi Theta did while Jaehyun was social chair was ever just fine. Fine was acceptable for Alpha Sig’s but not for Nu Chi’s. He would need at least two more sponsors to reach the level of finery he was used to working with.

So that’s what Jaehyun was texting you about, his fingers tapping across the small screen of his phone while he put all his ranting and raving into words and sent off the text with a sigh of relief. You would talk him down, get him through his stress, and give him some advice for his problems. Then he’d feel like a new man, ready to tackle his problems with a clear head just like you always did for him. Just the thought of your advice had him smiling down at his phone while he added ‘sorry, about that. had to vent. how was your day sweets?’ and sent it your way.

On your end, you read through the long text ready to reply and give him some advice and offer your own help, but then you remembered… You remembered how just a few days ago you were venting to him about a small argument you and Ari, your roommate, had gotten into, and he showed no signs of actually listening. You went to him for a reason! He had at least 10 roommates, he never had complaints about any of them, so it wasn’t like you were talking just to talk! You wanted your boyfriend to give you some advice like you always gave him, but all you got was a “damn... Wanna order me some wings?” You had to physically keep jaw from dropping. God, he could be such a fucking guy sometimes! It was like talking to a fucking wall! Albeit a very good looking, handsome wall, but a wall nonetheless.

It was time for him to get yet another taste of his own medicine. Instead of taking the time to offer your advice or offer your help, you smirked, staring at your screen as you typed out, ‘that sucks’. Next text, ‘My day was chill, kinda hungry … send me door dash?’

On his end, Jaehyun stared at the screen with blatant confusion, watching as the minutes ticked by while he waited for some long paragraph with solutions and encouragement to be sent his way. After five minutes nothing came. The same after 10. No change after 20 and then he sets his phone aside feeling grumpy and pissy. Why wasn’t his girlfriend helping him? Did you even read his message?

And he couldn’t exactly call you out on it because it wasn’t an issue between the both of you. They were problems he had before you guys were together sure, but he liked having you to lean on now. He sighed tiredly, resting his chin atop his folded arms with a pout while staring at his dark screen and willing you to text him back again so all his issues would be just one step closer to being fixed.

His heart skipped a beat when the screen lit up and he saw the familiar combination of emojis used for your contact. He reached for his phone eagerly, feeling his heart soar at the anticipated text where you would help him solve his issues. But his face fell into a frown and he groaned out loudly at the words on his screen: ‘is my food on its way yet?’

The last reciprocation of his fuckboy energy was probably the worst. You honestly don’t know how you let Jaehyun get away with it practically unscathed, but karma was coming around now and she wasn’t merciful. It was your pièce de résistance, the cherry on top of your fuckboy sundae, your magnum opus, your masterpiece. 

To give Jaehyun some credit, it had been a while since he had dated a woman for a long period of time, or really, dated any woman at all. Maybe he had forgotten some very basic decorum and manners as far as ways to act and things to say or not say. Just yesterday you had been complaining about your professor being very vague in the instructions for your assignment, and even more vague when you emailed him to ask for clarity. “Like the instructions make it sound so simple, but it can’t be that simple if this project accounts for 30% of our grade! Like hello, is it hard to reply to an email with words that actually fucking mean something?” You groaned, running your fingers through your hair while you texted your project group chat what your professor had replied.

Jaehyun chuckled, running a calming hand down your back, focusing his relaxing touch on your lower back as his fingers kneaded at your muscles, “chill out sweetheart, I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it actually is.”

You sent him an unamused look from the corner of your eye, “chill out? Jae, I just said this project accounts for a third of my grade. I can’t be chill about this.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder, “are you… you know?”

Your fingers froze over your keyboard, waiting for his next words, giving him a chance to backtrack. He stayed silent and waited patiently. You exhaled, speaking in a voice that was all too eerily calm, “Am I what, Jaehyun?”

“Are you on your period? You just seem extra worked up about something kind of pointless.” He replied casually, his fingers continuing to work at your lower back. The exact area you had once confessed hurt you so bad you could barely stand in the first couple days of your period. This- somewhat thoughtful- little shit!

You smacked his hands away while you closed your laptop and gathered your things in a hurry, mumbling, “you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

Jaehyun stared at you in shock, an asshole? He was being an asshole for caring about his girlfriend’s well-being? “Sweetheart, it’s just that you seem to be making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is,” he tried to explain.

You held a hand up, silencing him, ”every time you open your mouth, you dig yourself into a deeper hole. No, I’m not on my period. Yes, it is a big deal and yes, I’m actually leaving. Good night and goodbye.”

This very conversation had been playing on repeat in your mind while Jaehyun vented to you about Johnny being up his ass about new recruits being low as he paced around his room. “I mean, it shouldn’t be solely on my shoulders if recruits are low. There are plenty of brothers who don’t have as many responsibilities as I do. Like, I barely figured out the whole sponsored mess with Taeyong and now Johnny decided to stick his foot up my ass too. Can I get a fucking break or something?!” He ranted passionately.

You stared at him blankly from your seated position on his bed, forcing your smirk to stay hidden. “Is it… you know?” You began to ask.

“Is it stressful? Hell yeah it is, I mean shouldn't we have any and all brothers taking turns trying to recruit. I mean that’s why I take my time to throw mixers, parties, and sponsored events that kick ass so that people want to join,” Jaehyun replied with a tired sigh.

“No,” you laughed softly, “is it like your time of the month? You seem to be making a big deal out of nothing?”

When Jaehyun turned to you with his eyes wide in astonishment, he expected to see you laughing it off playfully. He expected for you to confess that you were just kidding and kiss him sweetly. But you cocked your head to the side and raised a brow as if to ask, ‘what’s the problem?’

After that, Jaehyun was quick to rise to his feet, pinning you with a heated stare. “What the hell has been up with you? You've been acting… grimy for like the last month.”

You laughed in astonishment, “I’ve been acting grimy? Huh, then imagine how I feel on a regular basis!”

“You?! Sweets, you’ve been acting like a douche! Like when you didn’t respond to me for days even though you were posting like normal and you lied about your phone being broken! Like, hello! You were on Instagram right in front of my face with the same crack on your screen since I’ve known you!”

You raised a brow, holding back an amused smirk, “that’s all? I don’t reply for a couple days and now I’m a douche? Babe, you’re being like really emotional right now, calm down.”

“And that too!” Jaehyun exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “why are you asking me if it’s my time of the month when I’m talking about something that’s bothering me? I want you to support me. You did the same thing when I texted you looking for advice when I was handling the whole mixers and sponsors thing.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, “well, I don’t know what you want me to say right now.”

Jaehyun raised his brows and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what the hell he was hearing. Was he in some kind of alternate universe? Had aliens come down and planted worms in your brain? What happened to his sweet girlfriend?! “Well, an apology would be really nice,” he replies while cocking his head at you.

“And have you ever apologized to me for any of that same behavior?” You ask in a calm voice.

“Wha- me apologize?! This isn’t about me! It’s about you!”

“Oh, so it’s only a problem when I act like this and not you? Got it.”

“When?! When have I acted like you?” Jaehyun asks in exasperation, eyes wide with shocked confusion.

“Hmmm. Let me think!” You exclaim before dramatically placing the tip of your finger on your chin, “just like everyday we’ve been together, you dummy!”

“Give me examples. I can’t believe this.”

“Alright, how about how I’ve had to train you like some kind of pet to learn some very basic texting etiquette? I let you get away with being a shitty texter for months and the one time I do it, you go crazy. I got used to not getting a response from you after days on end and I act like you did one time and you almost call campus security to my dorm to see if I’m alive,” you state, counting out a single finger. 

With the next finger, “I come to you for advice regarding my single roommate considering you have like a hundred of them, and what do you do? You say, damn, buy me wings? Who the fuck does that?! So it didn’t feel very good when I did it to you, huh? Did you like looking for advice only to be hit with some bullshit response and then asked for food? Which I never got by the way!”

Third finger, “And just now. Oh no, did you not like being told your issue meant nothing? Awww, mmmm, are you sad?” You pull your face into a very sarcastic sad face, “now imagine how I feel when you asked me if I was on my fucking period?! Like, have you never been around someone with a vagina? Even Mark and Haechan who barely pull know better than to ask some shit like that! And these are just three of your douchebag behaviors! Shall I continue, Mr. so called I’m-perfect-and-can-never-make-mistakes-because-that-would-be-impossible!”

Jaehyun stood speechless. Was he really that bad? Well, clearly he was. He had to admit he didn’t think he was this bad. He had been really good about adapting to his new role as a boyfriend and thought everything else that came his way was just going to be easy to handle. Apparently, he hadn’t handled it all the right way.

“I didn’t realize I was this bad, I’m sorry. Wow,” Jaehyun sighed, sitting on the bed with his folded over his mouth, “sweetheart, I’m really sorry.”

But that was another way Jaehyun had adapted. He didn’t start arguments while being hard headed, he listened when the issue was serious, he accepted wrong doing, and made changes. 

You crawled across his bed, sitting beside him and laying your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been petty. I should have told you these things bothered me in the moment instead of using them against you… but it was kinda fun.”

Jaehyun rested his head atop yours and chuckled softly, “I think I’m really glad you’re not one of the frat guys because we’d always have girls in here yelling about you gaslighting them. How did you handle me doing this for so long?”

“It helps that you listen when it matters. You’re sweet, you can be romantic, you care about me, you make an effort for me, I can tell you’re trying to be better for me even if it doesn’t all come easily for me,” you explain in a calm voice, “and you’re hot as hell, the abs don’t stop, and you keep that body nice and tight for mama, don't you baby boy?”

Your cackle rings out across his room while he jumps away from you with flushed cheeks. “Don’t… don’t talk like that. It’s totally freaking me out!”

“Come on, babe,” you tease while deepening your voice playfully, “bring me that ass.” 

You manage to grab him while he tries, and fails, to jump away. You playfully knead his (lack of) ass while grinning up at him. You pucker your lips, to which Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes before kissing you sweetly. “I’m so glad you’re a girl because you would be an absolute terror as a guy,” he states while shaking his head and cupping your cheeks.

“I think I should rush, baby,” you respond playfully, “you could be my big, dude! Come on, bro!”

“Enough of this!” Jaehyun jokingly hisses, “I want my sweet girl back.”

“Fine,” you drawl out with pout, “let this be your lesson though, Jae. When you go low, I can go lower. And I will go lower.”

“Trust me, I’ve learned. I’ll be better at texting, I’ll be an active listener, I’ll give you advice when you need it, and I’ll never ask you if you’re on your period again,” Jaehyun nods.

“See, you’re such a great learner. Let’s go get you a treat, baby,” you smile sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking his hand and leading him down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know how I feel about you talking to me like I’m a dog…”

You smile at him, “you like it.”

Jaehyun raises a brow, “do I?”

You hum, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer, “yup, you have a praise kink.”

Well, if you say so…

[grapementos]

perseverance

aged up bakugo x reader

pt. 3 to this

numerous panic attacks had ensued since you were discharged from the hospital, but not all of them reached their final stages like the first had.

you’d grown better at grounding yourself and having some semblance of control over your anxiousness. slowly but surely, you felt the pain ebbing away.

it would never be gone completely, you knew, and every day you questioned the possibility of things being different.

what if katsuki hadn’t quit being a hero? what if he’d proposed just as he’d planned to? would your wedding have been beautiful? your marriage successful and healthy?

there were so many what ifs that hurt your heart just to think about.

yet, all you did was think about it—in the best, healthiest way.

you set aside your pride and fears and confided not only in your friends, but in a therapist. you had sessions weekly, and every time you walked out of the office, you felt a little lighter.

for the first time, you understood that it was okay to still love katsuki, to still want to be with him. in fact, they initially expressed how they wished the two of you had tried couples therapy before everything went south.

that was another what if that hurt.

you were always the more rational, levelheaded one. why hadn’t you thought of it, encouraged it? would it have made a difference? those thoughts kept you awake at night, haunting your mind and mocking you with images of a perfect life with katsuki. the life you could've had.

those thoughts were bumps in your path to recovery. it was only through those thoughts, however, that you learned that the road wasn't linear. you had amazing days when you felt strong and independent, days when you'd feel like you were in a colgate commercial. other days, you wanted to set your apartment on fire and disappear. you wanted to scream until your voice was gone, vocal chords torn to shreds. some days, you just wanted everything to stop.

through the good and the bad, you were able to persevere through the challenging navigation of a breakup. still, you granted yourself permission to still love him. to be in love with him. that love would never just vanish, you'd realized a few months into your journey. it dulled, flickered, and faded, but never vanished.

-

you'd found that implementing a routine in your daily life had greatly improved your overall mental health.

this morning, you turned on the news as you made yourself breakfast--a meal you forced yourself to consume, no matter how little it was.

as you grabbed what you needed from the cupboards, a name in the news had you pausing everything.

"...following his spontaneous philanthropic streak, former hero dynamight announces that he will be hosting a tell-all session at our local library. there, he intends to, quote, 'make amends with those i might have hurt with my words, actions, or lack thereof...' well, you heard it here. don't miss a valiant display of heroic vulnerability today at noon. in other news..."

you gaped at the tv, the glass bowl slipping from your suddenly clammy fingers.

philanthropic streak? where had you been?

the sound of the glass breaking reached your ears a whole minute after it hit the ground, snapping you out of your dumbfounded stupor.

"shit," you cursed, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

no, don't even think about it.

you looked at the clock, reading 8 as the time. plenty of time for you to get dressed and go.

no.

you could easily make it in time and sit in the back, just to see him and hear what he had to say.

no.

you'd wear something inconspicuous and hide in the back, just being silent. and then you'd leave, after ten minutes.

no.

every no carried a little bit of yes at the end of it, forcefully dragging you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom for a shower. it was closure, you argued to yourself, closure that you desperately needed.

it's going to be excuses, nothing but lies.

dark clothes are the best choice, you decided, anxiously changing into something you deemed inconspicuous. just ten minutes, it was all you needed.

don't throw all your progress away for ten minutes.

you stared at the mirror, trying to find a single good reason to stay home. yet, every thought in your mind convinced you that this, this is what you needed. you needed to hear him express his regret, his remorse to other people. people who once trusted and supported him in his endeavors, only to be woefully let down by his bouts of anger.

this will just make you hurt more. don't do this.

you discarded every invasive voice in the back of your brain and found yourself at the library come noon, hidden behind a bookshelf. you browsed the shelves with unseeing eyes, thoughts drowned out by the low murmur of the large crowd seated in front of the small stage in the center.

the library was home to many plays around the city, which you found ironic. would this be another display of dramatism and lies?

just as you found a book with a flattering cover, the mic whined with a little feedback.

"sorry about that."

you knew the voice, but the genuineness was foreign to you. you peeked over the row of books, your blood running cold as you saw katsuki sitting meekly on a chair on the stage.

"hello, everyone. i'm, uh, i'm bakugo katsuki, but most of you might know me as dynamight," he began, scanning the crowd, "a lot of you might not be fond of me based, um, based on my time as a hero."

many voices mumbled in agreement at that, which made him laugh, just the slightest. it made your chest swell with pride he didn't deserve.

"and i really don't blame you. i carried a lot of my immaturity from high school into adulthood. my biggest problem was that i saw heroism as a means to an end, a," he motioned with his hands, trying to find the words, "a stepping stone to being 'the best'--whatever that means. and i got lost in my obsession with my image."

you listened intently, at least half sure that you were listening to a complete stranger talk. the katsuki you knew had nowhere near this much humility.

"with that being said, my first apology goes to you, the people of this beloved city. you deserved someone who had your best interest at heart, and i'm sorry that couldn't be me. but, rest assured, i am very familiar with the current top ten and can say with confidence that they are the heroes you deserve."

you found yourself tearing up at his words, so awestruck by the complete 360 in his persona.

the crowd cheered at his words, as pleasantly surprised with his chanage as you were.

"thank you," he chuckled when the crowd quieted down, "next, i'd like to apologize to my friends and family. they definitely got some of the worst of it. for years, they suggested therapy for the anger that i just couldn't seem to control. and for years, brushed them off, over and over again. i insisted that my anger was fuel for my quirk, when in reality, it was detrimental. dangerous. so, mom, dad, all my friends, i'm sorry it took me so long to take your advice. thank you for standing by me."

you werent sure if the session was being broadcasted, but you sure hope it was. kirishima, mina, sero, and denki deserved to hear it. more than that, you were shocked to discover that he'd also been in therapy. so he really meant it..

another round of applause.

"last, and most important," he sucked in a sharp breath, "i'd like to apologize to the love of my life."

you stilled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over your head. no, no way.

"i spent three amazing years with the only person i could ever see myself loving. they were the most patient, the most kind person you could ever imagine. they stood by me during every slandering headline, every angry episode, every single ugly moment. they were there."

you covered your mouth and crouched down to the floor, squeezing you eyes shut. no, hell no, you refused to cry.

he exhaled shakily, rubbing a sweaty palm against his jeans, "they were devoted to me, to us. i'd be nothing without their impact on my life, and i've done the worst job at showing it. i," he stammered, scrunching his eyebrows together, "i ruined what we had, and i've never regret anything more. i know all the philanthropy and therapy and apologies in the world can never take back my insensitivity, but i will never stop being sorry, and i swear i'll grow every day."

you had to clamp your hand harder over your mouth to prevent any sniffles or sobs from escaping and alerting everyone to your presence. his words were so genuine, so wholehearted that you knew he truly had changed.

"i'll love them forever, regardless of if they hate me. with that love, i'll destroy any semblance of the douchebag-asshole-monster i used to be." he smiled out to the crowd as a final goodbye, "thank you, everyone. you don't owe me your forgiveness, but i hope you'll consider forgiving me one day."

people clapped, whistled, cheered for him as he turned off the mic.

meanwhile, your heart was racing. you didn't have a single coherent thought in your mind other than the fact that he loved you. he loves you.

he wasn't begging or crying this time, his acts weren't out of desperation. he was completely and totally vulnerable in front of a group of people that he didn't even know included you.

as people flooded out of the library, you shakily pushed yourself to your feet. what now? how could you possibly be expected to walk all the way to your car and drive home in this state of mind?

with a quick breathing technique your therapist taught you, you calmed down enough to get your hands to stop trembling.

katsuki had started helping the security guards pick up and stack the chairs, making small talk with them as they cleaned up the area.

you wiped at your cheeks, hoping they weren't too blotchy. with a quiet breath, you silently crept away from behind the bookshelf and toward the exit.

unfortunately, your far-from ninja-like skills couldn't get past the years of hero instincts engraved in every muscle fiber of katsuki's body.

"y/n?"

you froze, shoulders tensing as you slowly turned around.

"hey, bakugo," you cleared your throat, averting your eyes, "that was, uh, that was nice of you. good job."

there was something undetectable in his face, something you couldn't put your finger on, "oh, thanks, i-" he stepped closer, but stopped when he sensed your hesitance, "i didn't expect to see you here."

"i didn't expect to be here." you said honestly, fidgeting with your fingers, "but i should, uh, probably get going."

he opened and shut his mouth a few times before he sighed and nodded, "okay. but i really meant it, you know? everything i said."

fuck, you were going to cry again. you didn't want to, not in front of him.

"i know." you nodded, "i don't.. hate you, you know? we both had issues that we chose to resolve separately."

"i just wish," he sighed, looking for the words, "i wish that was't the case."

you couldn't hold in your tears anymore, a few cascading down your cheek, but you quickly wiped them away.

"i know." you swallowed hard, trying to prevent your voice from doing that embarrassing, high-pitched crack, "i do too."

he opened his arms, offering a hug and you just couldn't say no. the space was so perfectly carved for you.

you hugged him tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i'm sorry for everything." he whispered into your hair, his voice wet with tears, "i never deserved you."

you just cried harder, knuckles white as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. you wanted to speak, to reassure him that it wasn't completely his fault, but you couldn't pause for a breath long enough to say a single word.

instead, the two of you dropped to the ground, arms wrapped around each other with a desperation that you only feel for each other. a once-in-a-lifetime desperation.

the two of you cried and held each other, and somehow you knew everything was going to be okay.

and this concludes the triology! thank you for the overwhelming support on this series that wasn't even meant to be a series!

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[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Clarissa Gilmore - Gilmore Girls OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Clarissa Emily Gilmore

Nicknames: Clary (By most)

Birthdate: June 21st, 1985

Residence: Hartford, Connecticut | New York City, New York | Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5’7

Body Type: Ectomorph

Misc: she has freckles, high cheekbones, and a defined jawline

Faceclaim: Michelle Tractenberg

~ Background ~

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

As the youngest daughter of Emily and Richard Gilmore, Clarissa was raised with her sister looming over her. Her parents were always rather overbearing and protective over her. Clarissa was expected to fulfill many of their expectations for Lorelai. However, she was quite different from her sister.

~ Family ~

Mother: Emily Gilmore

Growing up, Emily placed many expectations on Clarissa. She was expected to fulfill the hole left by Lorelai’s unceremonious escape. However, Emily often encourages Clarissa’s interests and aspirations. Emily can be a bit strict to Clarissa, anxious not to let her end up like her sister.

Father: Richard Gilmore

Richard and Clarissa are very different people. This often shows in their near-opposite views on life. While Clarissa is much more prone to imagination and creativity, Richard prides himself on his realism and practicality. This causes arguments between them, particularly on the subject of Clarissa’s aspirations in the artistic world. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, Richard can normally be persuaded to see Clarissa’s vision and is proud of her regardless.

Sister: Lorelai Gilmore

Lorelai and Clarissa have a simultaneously united yet awkward relationship. With Lorelai often talking their parents down from their more deranged plans for herself and Clary. However, as Lorelai was largely not part of Clary’s life, their relationship is closer to distant relatives rather than sisters.

Niece: Lorelai “Rory” Gilmore

Rory and Clarissa’s relationship is often charged with resentment. To Clary, Rory is everything she isn’t. Booksmart, with respectable and realistic plans for her future, and without Clary’s rebellious streak. Clary was often subject to comparison by her parents to Rory and their relationship has suffered from her jealousy.

~ Schooling & Career ~

School: Chilton Preparatory Academy

Best Class: English Literature/Art

Worst Class: Biology

Clubs:

The Franklin - Staff Member

Clarissa wrote the Arts & Culture section for the Chilton school paper, The Franklin. She concentrated on local artists and activities around Hartford and wrote reviews of gallery shows and performances.

Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts - Founder & President

Clarissa formed the Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts in her freshman year. The society regularly holds charity shows to raise money for various causes, both philanthropic and academic.

Sports:

Basketball - Team Manager

Clarissa played basketball in primary school. Unfortunately, she sucked at it. In secondary, she became team manager for the boys team as there was no girls team.

University: Columbia University/Barnard College

Major: Fine Arts

Minors: World Literature, Art History

Career: Artist

Following her graduation, Clary, anxious to leave New York after her breakup with Charles, received an offer to be an Artist-in-Residence in Philadelphia from a friend. She accepted immediately and moved there.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Since she was a child, Clarissa has always been a creative person. Ever curious, some of her fondest memories include visiting museums in Hartford with her parents. Clarissa is quite friendly and sweet. She enjoys learning about people and is an extrovert. A lover of all things artistic, Clarissa is never as happy as when she is in her room, painting or sketching with a good playlist on her stereo. Clarissa has a rather dry sense of humour, much like her sister.

Likes: Art, poetry, golfing, travelling, basketball, soap operas, thai food, pretty things, music, theatre, spicy food

Dislikes: Sculpture, boredom, blandness, dull colours, hiking, math

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, writing poetry, reading

Favourite Place: Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend:

Avonlea Carter

Avonlea and Clarissa have been best friends since they were in diapers. Avonlea, the star of the Drama and Music department, complimented Clarissa’s fine arts-based talents perfectly. The pair have never had a fight and lived together in New York until Clarissa moved to Philadelphia.

Friends:

Louise Grant

Madeline Lynn

Nola March

Julia Kenting

Love Interests:

Theodore “Teddy” Carter

Clary’s first love, Teddy Carter, was her best friend’s older brother. They had known each other since they were children and Clary had had feelings for him for years. Teddy asked Clary to the Chilton Dance and she obviously accepted. Clary initially assumed he asked her because she was his little sister’s friend and didn’t have a date but he tells her he has feelings for her. They dated for about a year until his graduation. He was going to university across the country.

Jack Seymour

Jack Seymour and Clary had known each other for years. A member of the Chilton basketball team, Jack had joined up his freshmen year because he thought Clary was pretty. He made a habit of flirting with Clary, which she dismissed as just teasing. One evening at a party, Jack and Clary kissed. Clary quickly came to the realization that she had feelings for Jack. She asked him out a few days later and he said yes. They dated until a few weeks into college, when Jack broke up with her.

Patrick Nguyen

Patrick Nguyen deserved a lot better than what Clary gave him. Fresh off her breakup with Jack, Clary met Patrick at a college bar. They hooked up and she gave him her number. For the next year, Clary and Patrick entered a casual relationship. One evening, Clary told Patrick she loved him. She was drunk, and regretted it immediately. But, Patrick responded in kind. Clary couldn’t find it in herself to tell him she didn’t mean it. They started dating. For 3 months, Clary couldn’t get up the courage to tell him. Until, one night, it just slipped out. “I don’t love you.” And that was that, they broke up.

Charles Wendler

Charles Wendler was Clary’s first devestating heartbreak. She met him in her Art History class. He was an exchange student from England completing his graduate program and, to Clary, completely fascinating. Charles strung her along for a while, sometimes seeming head-over-heels and other times completely uninterested. On Clary’s 22st birthday, Charles’s girlfriend came to his apartment to surprise him while they were in a… compromising position. She didn’t see Charles for a week after that and heard nothing from him. She learned from her art history professor that he had gone back to England.

Jess Mariano

Clarissa remains convinced her and Jess’s meeting was an act of destiny. She wasn’t planning on staying in Philadelphia beyond her six month contract. But, Clarissa came into Truncheon Books one day, and he was working. She recognized him and they started talking. They met for coffee, as she didn’t really know anyone in Philly. They became fast friends, and as her contracted period came to a close, their feelings for each other became more apparent. They both knew about their mutual feelings but refused to confront them. When Clary told him she would be leaving in a few days, Jess was angry. They argued and she stormed out. They didn’t speak until the day of her flight out. Jess came to her apartment and she kissed him spontaneously. She bailed on her flight and ended up staying in Philadelphia with Jess.

Rivals:

Rory Gilmore

~ Misc & Notes ~

She loves Billy Joel with her entire heart.

Her favourite thing to paint is portraits, but she doesn’t do them very often because they’re very time-consuming and it’s hard to find models.

She and her dad used to go golfing every Sunday and she got to be really good at it. She still is.

She spent the summer between her graduation and first year of university in italy, painting.

Went on one hiking trip in 8th grade and swore on her life she would never do it again. She got her period for the first time on the trip and had to use toilet paper as a pad for the entire trip.

Whenever she is upset or stressed she goes to the Museum of Art and looks at all the paintings.

Sucks at sculpture, she’s just never been able to do it.

[odinsblog]

Krystal Anderson, a former cheerleader for the Kansas City Chiefs, died of sepsis last week following a stillbirth, according to her family. She was 40 years old.

Anderson, known to her friends as “Krissy,” was hospitalized at five months pregnant and delivered her daughter, Charlotte Willow, after doctors were unable to locate a heartbeat, friends told FOX4 News. She developed a fever a day after the birth. Her condition worsened and she battled sepsis, which eventually led to organ failure. Despite being placed on life support and undergoing three surgeries, she died early Wednesday morning.

“I feel lost,” her husband, Clayton Anderson, told the station. “There’s a lot of people in this house and it feels empty.”

In her post-NFL career, Anderson taught yoga and worked as a software engineer at Oracle Health. She “fiercely advocated” for both Black women in STEM and women’s health, according to an obituary. She also had a philanthropic streak, and worked with Big Brothers and Big Sisters of KC, the perinatal bereavement nonprofit Gabriella’s Little Library, and the Oracle Health Foundation.

“She was an absolute force for good. She made every room just light up,” her husband said.

While overall maternal deaths in the U.S. have steadily ticked up over the past two decades, Black women remain two to three times more likely to die in childbirth than white women, according to data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. With the risks to Black mothers exacerbated by implicit bias and medical racism, they are also more likely to experience life-threatening complications like preeclampsia, postpartum hemorrhage, and blood clots.

“It’s, you know, we say, the best country in the world, right?” Anderson’s husband told FOX4 News. “Not if you’re a Black pregnant woman, it’s not—and that needs to change.”

(continue reading)

[rom-e-o]

Imagine Bess Moonrock doing a collab with another indie artist. Attractive, young, something of a heartthrob. Supposedly quite philanthropic, though everyone discovers he's more into the clout of it all, but I mean HE DOES donate and do benefits and things, so it's not completely without merit I guess. And collabing with him is a big opportunity to shine the spotlight on some burgeoning charities and foundations, so Bess deals.

Cue Mr. Hotshot trying to... make a connection if you will. And Bess is just completely oblivious because, well, she has her wonderful man, why would she read into any signs any other guy was flashing her? So poor Wolf is just left pulling his hair out in frustration because this boy is making his possessive side run wild and Bess isn't doing anything because she can't see it, but also she's totally not reciprocating with this guy and Wolf trusts her but-oof!

OHHHHH that is some tasty drama! Poor Wolfy.

Man is STRESSIN’ over this other young guy (a philanthropic, handsome, connected guy) trying to move in on his woman, and Bess is not refusing him. Not because she’s interested, but because SHE doesn’t realize he’s interested. 😭

So cue Mr. Hotshot surprising Bess with a bouquet before a show, or slinging an arm around her on stage, and Wolf is just fuming. Then he sees this guy throw him a smirk, and THEN the seething starts. The ass knows what he’s doing.

Bess probably just thinks is amicable, friendly gestures. She doesn’t even entertain the flirting because she’s SO invested in Wolf.

It’s not that Wolf doesn’t trust Bess, but when this shameless playboy is making a show of shamelessly flirting with HIS WOMAN? It makes his blood boil and his possessive streak run crazy.

He makes an effort to be with her more. Not smothering her, but if that man tried to approach Bess and attempt to sway her interest after that, Wolf is already pulling her into a half-embrace, lips pressed to her forehead, etc. He makes a show of playing with her curls while they talk, or threading his fingers through the frills of her sleeve to caress her bare shoulder.

Wolf even leaves little lovebites and marks in extra visible places on her body, so he knows this jerk can’t miss them? All the while, the word “mine” slips from between his lips. It almost sounds more like more of a plea than a declaration some times he does it.

He doesn’t want to tell her. She’s not doing anything wrong, and he doesn’t want to to make her feel guilty for … what? Socializing? Collaborating? No, it’s this playboy’s issue, and even though it makes him insecure, Bess shouldn’t catch any of the debris from that.

If it keeps going, however, he might break. He just sees this man try time after time, and he remembers his promise to Bess to not hold things in.

So, after one particularly sultry performance, he tells her backstage in her dressing room:

“Bess, um … about that man. The artist you��re collaborating with. Do you … um … damn it, this is hard to say. You must realize that he is … flirting with you, yes? He’s making pass after pass at you! I-I know that you’re loyal and faithful, but seeing him think he can whisk you out of my arms? It makes me furious. Not at you! No, Brightness, you’ve done nothing wrong. My love, I promise. I just … bloody hell, it’s infuriating of him!

“No, of course I don’t want you to do anything! I mean, this is an amazing opportunity for you. I always want to be honest with you Brightness, and I feel bloody foolish for even making a big deal out of it, but I can’t help it. You’re mine. And seeing that boy think he has a flea’s chance with a goddess like you is insulting. To you. I … I apologize. This is all too selfish of me.”

[ciarcns]

(aidan turner, 41, he/him, cis man, byrne #2)  I wonder how the season will treat CAPT. CIARÁN BYRNE, MP. It’s true that HE is PRINCIPLED, but I’ve also heard that they can be IMPULSIVE. Do you think they’ll find their match? I doubt it if what I heard is true. I heard that [REDACTED]. Of course, that’s just speculation. (penny, 25, gmt, she/her, none).

full name:  ciarán seamus byrne. nickname(s): ciar, ci. birthday: july 23rd. gender / pronouns:  cis man ,  he / him. orientation:  bisexual / biromantic. personality: philanthropic, obstinate, loyal & reckless. languages spoken: irish, english. passable french & spanish. profession: member of parliament. military rank: captain. relationship status:  married. distinctive features: dublin accent, slightly uneven gait ( should use a cane, but rarely ever does because he’s a stubborn ass ), scar on the right side of his face ; runs from his eyebrow to just above his jawline. ( more pronounced than the running mascara ass shambles poldark gave us. )

( tw ; dependency, addiction, injury & ptsd. )

born and raised in dublin, a second son but never dissatisfied with his lot -- grateful for it, in fact. the byrnes had wealth enough to allow ciáran to live out his days doing nothing and everything.

but that was never going to happen. he was far too restless to be a member of the idle rich and far too much trouble to be allowed to be so. he was never terrible -- just had a mischievous streak and a penchant for getting himself in slightly sticky situations, particularly where education was concerned.

with that in mind, he joined the navy at thirteen. despite his issues with authority ( that remain to this day ) he managed to excel in the navy, climbing the ranks as his service went on and becoming an officer.

it was on leave that he step foot in england for the first time, a little begrudgingly as he was always one to make his feelings about the 'relationship' between his own country and england known. it was during the season and he found the whole thing very amusing.

much to his own surprise ( as well everybody else who knew him ) ciarán managed to find a wife. it was this development that led him to start thinking about retiring from the navy given how much time he spent away.

just over two years ago, the universe made that final decision for him when he was severely injured in battle. it was touch and go that he would survive at all for a while, given the state of medicine on board, but back on land eventually all was righted as well as it could be.

( tws ) his back was -- and remains -- the worst of it. the pain is unwavering, occasionally fluctuating in pain levels but generally at the high end of the spectrum, and it is the root of his closely held secret. he was given laudanum, like many before and after him, for the pain and has developed an utter dependency upon it. the rest of the evidence of his ordeal is generally hidden by clothing — a myriad of scars elsewhere and such like. ( tws end. )

forced back on land and going entirely out of his mind with nothing to do, someone suggested he stand for election in parliament. he had always been outspoken regarding his political opinions, but ciarán laughed so hard at the idea he nearly re-injured himself, but eventually came round to it -- if nothing else, it would give him something to do for a bit -- and was, in fact, elected.

since his election, he's become a bit of a celebrity, known for impassioned speeches... but also ( mostly ) for decking a tory in the middle of the floor once ( and nearly losing his job because of it.) balance. he has learnt to hold his tongue a little, but usually still can't resist a funny rebuttal or a gesture to the public crowd.

the news of the death of his older brother hit and was closely followed by the arrival of his nieces and nephews into their london home. needless to say... not the developments he needed in his life, but he is determined to do right by them nonetheless.

pinterest board. wanted connections.

neighbours. acquaintances. close friends. those with whig sympathies he can chat politics with. or tory sympathies if they wanna get wrecked, ig. drinking buddies.... i will add to this eventually but literally everything pls.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Aurelius

Birthday: January 29th

Age: 76

ENFP 7w6

Story: Interworld series - Book 5 The Save-the-World Club

An eccentric adventurer and inventor with a philanthropic streak. He is the founder and financial backer of the titular Save-the-World Club, a group of people who pitch in to create community efforts to repair any damages after Rift Entity attacks and lobby for the defence of affected civilians.

Though he is well-known in the City, he is often regarded as a fool or not taken seriously - it’s implied he intentionally plays up this image to obscure his true intelligence. Despite this, he often runs into money troubles due to his frivolous purchasing of random decor for the offices and spontaneous gifts for his workers.

[kakairu-rocks]

We are excited to introduce our next shining star for the Creator Spotlight... My_Private_Tsukuyomi!

This is an activity where we reach out to one of the talented people in our community each month to find out all about them and their kakairu creations, and then show them off to the world!

We hope you enjoy learning about My_Private_Tsukuyomi & her creations as much as we did. Please give her some love ❤️  

Pronouns: She/Her

Type of Creator: Writer

Where to find her:

AO3

Discord: My Private Tsukuyomi

Read the exciting interview below the cut, or on the forum!

If you would like a chance to be in the spotlight too, the only thing you have to do is be a member of the kakairu rocks forum or follow us, and be a kakairu creator; and we will contact you, ourselves!

1. How long have you been creating KakaIru fanworks?

Since January 2023

2. What are you working on right now?

I’m working on a Modern Day AU KakaIru Sugar daddy/baby fic with a twist. Iruka is the high-powered CEO type with a huge philanthropic streak but is trying to battle a hostile takeover that includes a marriage/business merger. Kakashi is a disgraced, down on his luck veteran. Kakashi needs a job and Iruka needs someone on his arm in public to stave off the marriage pressure but also someone capable of protecting him at events. But what neither expected is that the lines between the job and real feelings would get blurred so quickly!

3. What is your favourite trope to create for?

Angst with a happy ending seems to be my specialty. Kakashi and Iruka suffer a little, but that just makes the final resolution all that much sweeter.

4. Which of your creations is your favourite, and why?

Right now I’d have to say one of my latest creations, The Road of Life. It uses scrapbooking as an opportunity for Iruka to travel down memory lane to look at a life well-lived and well-loved with Kakashi. I tagged it MCD but it isn’t permanent - I could never permanently separate these two!

5. Do you have any WIPs you’re excited about?

Surprisingly enough I’ve only got the one WIP right now, which I described above. I have some half-formed ideas, but I haven’t started anything else yet. I think I’m waiting to see what the next theme will be on the kakairu discord server. I love meeting those monthly challenges!

6. Do you have any original characters? If so, tell us about them!

My first fic featured an OC female ANBU badass named Minako. I created her before I turned to writing KakaIru, realizing how perfect Kakashi and Iruka are together - they are canon, just mostly off screen. But yet they connect enough on screen to convince me that they are meant to be.

7. What was your hardest piece to create, and why?

I think I’m having the most trouble with my WIP because it’s completely different from anything else I’ve written. Plus I want it to be a bigger, multi-chapter thing with real world-building. That’s always a challenge.

8. Do you have any favorite scenes from something you’ve created?

I do! One of my favorite scenes is from my first KakaIru fic Of Romance and Holidays. Kakashi takes a candy conversation heart that says ‘be mine’ and carves a little question mark and the letter K into it before leaving it for Iruka to find.

My other favorite scene is from The Road of Life, when Iruka and Kakashi meet for the first time after the Pain attack. Iruka tries to tell Kakashi he wasn’t worth Kakashi’s sacrifice, that he’s nothing. Kakashi interrupts and tells Iruka that he is, in fact, everything.

9. Where does your inspiration come from?

My inspiration comes from many places. I often dream in KakaIru, so sometimes those dreams become fics. I also draw inspiration from songs. Three of my fics are based on song lyrics. Finally, I draw inspiration from the wonderful folks on the KakaIru discord server Forbidden Scrolls of KakaIru. The prompts and challenges posted there are phenomenal.

10. Which of your creations is the most meaningful to you, and why?

I don’t think I could choose just one. All of my creations are a piece of me. It’s both delightful and terrifying to share that piece in my fics, and it is humbling that people actually read and enjoy them. Thank you to all of my readers. You, like Iruka to Kakashi, are everything.

[snowfuls]

          introducing cordelia "cora" snow .

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 .

name : cordelia livia snow. meaning : latin , " heart " & greek , " maiden ". nickname : cora ( to all ) , delia ( if you hate her ). age : twenty two. birthdate : year fifty three att. gender identity : cisgender woman , she / her. orientation : bisexual , biromantic. place of birth : the capitol , panem. current residence : the capitol , panem. occupation : socialite , student at the academy , rebel.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

face claim : chase sui wonders. height : 5'4". hair : long , brunette in some lights , almost black in others with two faintly paler streaks in the front , alluding to her family's characteristic blonde. eyes : a warm brown , doe-like , incredibly emotive.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 .

myers - briggs : tbc. zodiac sign : aquarius. temperament : sanguine melancholic. moral alignment : neutral good. traits : perceptive , philanthropic , reticent , sincere , stifled & wayward. song : bite the hand by boygenius. pinterest : here.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 .

coriolanus snow i , grandfather. livia snow née cardew , grandmother. coriolanus snow ii , father. artemisia snow née dovecote , mother. caius snow , eldest brother. cyrillus snow , elder brother. cornelius snow (†) , uncle. constantinus snow , cousin.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 .

tw : death, murder.

      snow does indeed fall when cordelia, known to most as simply "cora", is born to the president's golden son in the midst of a long winter. the flakes swirl in their steady descent, each as distinctive and delicate as the next and altogether indicative of the daughter panem's first family had just welcomed into their world. and make no mistake, it was theirs.

      not just the youngest member of the revered snow family but the only daughter belonging to coriolanus' line too, cora was doted upon by all who met her and provided a silver spoon upbringing unlike any other. she was simultaneously a chess piece key to a game much larger than she could comprehend at her young age but one they were all keen to safeguard and so, it was decided that she'd be kept as pure as her surname might suggest, for as long as the family could afford.

      channels were blocked, images blurred and the unbecoming reality of the games her beloved grandfather helped facilitate was to be concealed from her. the pomp and pageantry of it all cora was allowed to partake in but the blood and brutality, the children slaughtered for sport... that she was so graciously spared from. it was in this valiant quest to shield her from the unsavoury parts of life however, that her family had unknowingly sown a seed of discontent within the young girl that was certain to one day bloom.

      blossom she does, becoming something of a princess to the capitolites... and the comparison isn't entirely unfounded either. for her life reflected the lives of those fabled women far more closely than many realised. residing within the walls of a tall, ivory tower, reinforced by her unique position in the family, cora spent a great deal of time under her grandparents' wing whilst her family sustained their status'. often seeking refuge amongst the shelves of the presidential mansion's library, the young girl would listen in at doors and feel oh so victimised whenever the mansion grew occupied by the usual onslaught of extravagant partygoers — her free rein over the house rudely cut short. more often than not, she'd be spotted hanging over the bannisters on those nights, peering down at them all in wonder, dreaming up what it was they were discussing so feverishly. nothing could have quite prepared her for the reality.

      the snow's had wielded power as if it were limitless for over half a century but it ultimately proved futile against a girl's mind grown curious. cora had attended a tribute parade, only to be set upon by a tribute who felt they had nothing to lose and when they were blown sky high several days, mere moments after entering the arena, the vivid imagery of the incident became inescapable... leading to a questioning wherein the truth had no other option but to out. cora had lived in blissful ignorance all her life. it was a privilege no child of the districts had ever been afforded and it was that very fact that made the divulgence so much worse in cora's eyes. her heart thoroughly torn in two, she felt everything she had ever known or held dear begin to rot in her mouth yet the horror was silent.

      plastering a smile to her face, a skill she'd swiftly come to perfect, the president's granddaughter feigns interest in the deadly games from then on. looking at cora, she appeared every bit the pretty, little socialite her parents had groomed her to be and in resigning herself to that role, she played the part effortlessly. it was hereditary after all. looking inward was a very different story however. cora was committed to rectifying how complicit she'd been raised to be in any way she could. starting small but growing ever wary in the knowledge that she would never be viewed as her own person to those she sought to ally herself with, but rather the ideal weapon to hurt her grandfather the most with. flanked by peacekeepers at almost every turn, all in the name of "protection", the leash she'd previously thought of as short had grown even shorter still in the years following that initial incident. whilst the other members of her family fought amongst themselves, usually for coriolanus' approval, cora tried to take herself off the board entirely, choosing to dedicate herself to her academic pursuits instead.

      it was during this time at the academy that she made the acquaintance of plutarch heavensbee at a gala one evening and despite being astonished at just how he'd come to know of her innermost turmoil, hidden between the lines of his amusing colloquialisms, the man presented her with an opportunity to change the course of history, for the better.

      katniss everdeen had, unknowingly, sparked rebellion in the hearts of citizens all across their "united" nation, the capitol included and her win of the 74th games only emboldened cora. content in playing her growing adoration for "the girl on fire" off as some adolescent fascination with the enduring gossip surrounding her hair, her clothes, her love life... cora grew more acquainted with the idea of revolution than ever before. her elevated position afforded her access and insight into the very heart of the capitol itself: the presidential mansion and so, she began to set about changing the hearts and minds of her contemporaries. it was time to act.

[necromatador]

16 (especially the last parts), 24, 29, and 41 for Jaz and Alkimos!

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Jaz is the owner and head enchanter of The Spell Counter, a major magical supply store that sells a variety of items such as enchanted tools, magical accessories and clothes, potions and charms, and ingredients for at-home witchery. He loves doing this, to be honest. Enchanting and doing so creatively is Enrichment to him. It gives him puzzles to pick at and problems to solve. He just hates that there are so many rules and laws to creating enchantments (though he understands why some exist). Jaz is also the head of the largest illegal enchantments and potions supply ring in Gallecross, the Hellebore Council. He sees it as a necessary evil but also takes a good deal of pleasure in working from the shadows like this and the power and influence it affords him. Alkimos is Jaz's second-in-command and bodyguard in their work running the Hellebore Council, and he is also the co-owner and head alchemist at The Spell Counter. He views potion-brewing similarly to the way Jaz views enchanting: puzzles and problems to work at and solve that keep his mind and hands busy in a productive and pleasant manner. He also, like Jaz, takes some pleasure in working on the Hellebore Council; it feels like a place he fits in more than general society does. He can be himself and he doesn't have to abide by rules he finds pointless.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Jaz likes to attend higher-class parties and Alkimos, as Jaz's bodyguard, usually attends as well. Jaz likes to socialize and enjoys networking at such things, as well as gossiping. Alkimos like to eat funny little snacks and have the occasional wine or champagne while making sure nobody tries to kill Jaz and that Jaz doesn't get too drunk and makes it home okay. Jaz belongs essentially to at least one country club as well (again, he mostly uses it as networking with Gullible Rich People or Politicians He Can Blackmail) where he plays the semi-truthful role of a self-made rich 'playboy' with a philanthropic streak. He plays the law-abiding and good-hearted merchant prince, a shining beacon for his kind. All the roles that he and Alkimos play to survive in Gallecross are at least partially based in truth. They are self-made business-folk. They do have philanthropic goals and initiatives in progress to pursue them. Jaz fucking loves gossip. Alkimos enjoys eating all of the snooty rich people's silly but tasty little snacks.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Jaz's weaknesses are: - his temper - his pride/hubris - his ego/vanity - his attachment to Alkimos - his desire for vengeance Alkimos' weaknesses are: - his pessimism/cynical nature - his stubbornness - his attachment to Jaz - his bluntness - his hubris (about different things than Jaz)

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

They both have at least some self-awareness and use it, at times, to be self-deprecating to each other when they feel bad or when things go wrong. It's like that case where you know your flaws but cannot fix them alone so whenever they cause a problem you go quietly to your friends and go "hey hi i'm the worst" and they go "yeah that wasn't the best idea but you aren't the worst you're just a dumbass who we love". Jaz takes himself less seriously than Alkimos takes himself because he secretly feels like everything about him is fake (which is why he reacts so negatively to being told he's fake like to his face) and it gives him a certain ironic detachment sometimes.

[acharyaganesh123]

Saturn in Satabhisha Nakshatra: Unveiling the Enigmatic Energy

In the intricate tapestry of Vedic astrology, Saturn, the stern and disciplined taskmaster, takes on a unique persona when placed in the enigmatic Shatabhisha Nakshatra. This celestial combination brings forth an intriguing blend of energies, offering both challenges and transformative opportunities.

Shatabhisha Nakshatra: The Hundred Healers

Before delving into the profound influence of Saturn in Satabhisha, it's essential to understand the nature of this Nakshatra. Shatabhisha, often referred to as "The Hundred Healers," resides in the zodiac sign of Aquarius, ruled by Saturn itself. This Nakshatra is symbolized by an empty circle, emphasizing the theme of emptiness and the void.

Saturn's Stoic Presence

Saturn, known as Shani in Vedic astrology, embodies discipline, responsibility, and karma. When placed in Shatabhisha, Saturn's influence becomes more pronounced and unique. This combination bestows a stoic and detached demeanor upon individuals. They tend to approach life's challenges with a sense of detachment, much like a healer who remains calm and impartial in the face of suffering.

The Altruistic Healer

Saturn in Satabhisha individuals often have a strong humanitarian streak. They possess the ability to see beyond the surface and recognize the suffering of others. This Nakshatra's healing energy awakens their desire to serve and uplift those in need. They may actively engage in philanthropic or social work, driven by a deep sense of responsibility towards society.

Unconventional Thinkers

Shatabhisha's unconventional and progressive nature merges with Saturn's structured approach. This results in individuals who are not afraid to challenge societal norms and conventions. They possess a unique ability to think outside the box, often coming up with groundbreaking solutions to complex problems.

The Detoxifying Influence

Shatabhisha is associated with healing and purification. When Saturn's disciplined energy is combined with this Nakshatra's attributes, it often signifies a period of inner cleansing and transformation. Individuals with Saturn in Satabhisha may undergo significant spiritual or psychological growth, shedding old beliefs and habits that no longer serve them.

Challenges and Growth

While Saturn in Satabhisha brings many positive attributes, it also presents its set of challenges. The strong Saturnine influence can make individuals prone to self-doubt and pessimism. They may struggle with inner conflicts, torn between their desire for independence and their sense of responsibility towards others.

Conclusion

Saturn's placement in Shatabhisha Nakshatra is a celestial invitation to embark on a journey of healing, transformation, and service. Individuals with this placement possess a unique blend of discipline, compassion, and unconventional thinking. While they may face internal struggles, their potential for personal growth and positive societal impact is immense. This combination reminds us that even in the emptiness of life, there exists the opportunity for profound healing and change.

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Oliver Holmes

Occupation: Senior at Mathieson College - Major Business Management Species: Wizard Age: 22 FC: Froy Gutierrez

From leading scientists and top scholars to favored politicians for arcane rights and combat medal-of-honor recipients – the Holmes family has been a pillar in the magical community from the dawn of magic’s awakening.  They founded the Foundation of Magical Creatures to help and aid those in need. Engaged in more philanthropic events and charities than any other family. Fought for equal rights for those of the arcane world. And most notably, reopened Mathieson College to provide the same opportunities as many of their own family members had prior to the school burning down. While the nation may not have royalty, the Holmes family came close to qualifying. And thus, Oliver Holmes was born a modern-day prince.

The eldest son of the immediate Holmes family children, Oliver was provided with every opportunity that would ensure his success. Private schools, tutors, music lessons, etiquette lessons, and more. His days were often filled with being shepherded from one lesson to the next, one lecture to another. While other children were out playing in the streets or playing video games, Oliver was at home in the study with books far above his age or taking dancing lessons with his older sister Tabitha. His parents and grandparents would tolerate nothing less than perfection. Their means of maintaining perfection; however, were often enacted behind closed doors and away from prying eyes and listening ears. It only took Oliver acting out twice for him to learn to never step a toe out of line.

The two young siblings often confided in one another late at night under the blankets in their hidden alcove in the attic. Tabitha was often held to a higher standard than Oliver, expected to be a Lady of Holmes which had far more duties and impressions than Oliver thought reasonable. Tabitha often brought ice packs for Oliver’s hands. Oliver learned how make-up could hide bruises with Tabitha’s guidance and her face the canvas. The siblings would spend those quiet hours reassuring one another that it was necessary, that part of being a Holmes meant being tough and enduring. However, as the years went on, they found themselves spending less and less time with one another. Tabitha swept away by their mother and grandmother and Oliver forced into every sport and more lessons than he thought imaginable. If he saw her in passing in the hallway with tear-streaked cheeks – he said nothing. If she saw him wincing at a step down the stairs – she said nothing.

In high school, Oliver held true to his family’s desired image. Nothing less than best. He waltzed the hallways with an air of importance and a smirk on his lips as if he knew a secret that no other soul knew. A reminder to everyone that he was a Holmes and at the top of the food chain. However, being a Holmes also meant befriending anyone who wanted to speak with him, volunteering at any fundraising event, or loudly advocating for one current issue or another. High school also brought the smallest ounce of freedom. His parents had given birth to his younger brother Matthias a few years prior and being old enough now to be thrust into the Holmes family regime, they were occupied. The rare moments when Oliver had time to himself, he often found that he had no idea what to do.

What did other kids his age do? Oliver’s finances were too closely monitor to buy a game console. Every time he picked up his phone to text a friend, he found himself putting the phone down with a resigned sigh. No one was allowed to visit the Holmes house unless for an event and he doubt he’d be allowed out to meet up with a friend. But… what if? The first time Oliver snuck out from the house, he stayed at the end of the property line. Too hyperaware of every noise and shift of the shadows. The second time Oliver snuck out, he found himself sitting alone at the coffee shop just half a block away from home. Each time, Oliver pressed his luck a little further to see just how much farther he could venture without being caught. It was an exhilarating freedom, defying all the rules that had been set in stone for majority of his childhood.

Seventeen years old, Oliver snuck out to attend a party thrown by one of his friends for the first time and he felt alive. It was his first taste of alcohol, his first experience of loud music, and the first time he found he could fade away. He was still Oliver Holmes. He was still noticed by plenty of people. But if he closed his eyes and let the music take over, he could fade away and forget it all. Oliver took every opportunity to sneak out to attend parties thrown by other friends or sneaking into the late-night clubs. His first foray into magical drugs left him feeling as if he’d left the world – a feeling he found himself repeatedly seeking. But during the day, Oliver maintained the Holmes image. He studied hard, went to every lesson, attended fundraiser events with his family, and always smiled to every camera.

When the time came for college applications, it was no surprise that Oliver would be applying for Mathieson. They knew better than anyone else that there are no guarantees with the new acceptance policies that Albert Holmes, his grandfather, set in place. Tabitha had been accepted a year prior and that had been a celebration of a century. Now, it was Oliver’s turn. But as he sent off his application and his parents expressed their hopes for him to be a Mathieson student – the silent words spoke louder. Be accepted. Or else.

By the grace of magic, Oliver had been accepted into Mathieson. He began his life at the college riding the high of achieving what his parents wanted while also obtaining freedom from the Holmes house. Orientation had been a whirlwind of information and people, but he’d always remember the heavy hand placed on his shoulder at the end of the welcome ceremony. Headmaster Bartholomew grinned down at Oliver and said, “Mathieson is a place where anyone can learn who they truly are…

Who are you, Oliver?”

[pyrettawychwiggin]

'Wishful Thinking' - Character Page for Himawari Sasaki (OC x Nanami Kento)

Name: Himawari Sasaki

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/Her

Level: 3

Height: 5'9"

Hair Colour: Honey Brown (with a mallen streak on one side)

Eye Colour: Olive/Green

Occupation: Masseuse/Acupuncturist

Afiliation: Tokyo Jujutsu High (former)

Grade: Grade 3

Cursed Technique: Minor Time Manipulation (further explained below the cut)

Cursed Tool: Senbon Needles

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Appearance: Himawari is tall with straight honey brown hair down to the middle of her back. She sports a streak of grey hair on one side from overuse of her power (explained below). Her skin is peach-coloured and lightly freckled, and her eyes are olive green. She has always been taller than average, and she has always kept relatively fit. She has a permanent patch of age spots over her forearms that she cannot get rid of (explained below) that she is sometimes self-conscious of, causing her to often wear long-sleeve shirts or wraps.

She tends to wear semi-casual clothing; her signature look is a knitted olive-green sweater that hangs off her shoulder, showing a slate grey cropped tank top underneath. She usually prefers to wear simple dark grey jeans and brown leather boots, but she occasionally likes to wear long sundresses on warm days. When she's being a little flashier, her go-to is scales/snakeskin print.

She has pierced ears that usually simply have small rose-gold hoops in them, and a green ivy and snake tattoo around her upper left arm.

Personality: Himawari is a relatively quiet woman who has a calm and laid-back air to her most of the time. Though she enjoys spending time with her close friends, and likes to go out from time-to-time, she is very much a homebody who enjoys the peace and quiet of her lazy days at home with her many plants, two cats (Hoshi & Kumo) and ball python (Ki). She has a somewhat cheesy and self-deprecating sense of humour.

She is kind-hearted and loves animals, occasionally taking in injured creatures she finds to nurse them back to health and release them back into the wild when she has the time and resources. She sometimes wonders if she should have gone into veterinary medicine rather than massage therapy.

About Her Abilities:

Himawari can reverse time in a small radius of around 6-10 feet, but her control of this ability is somewhat limited. She never quite learned how to properly balance her technique, so she only tends to use it in small increments; but it has many uses. She can slowly bring a plant back to life by using it in small, concentrated bursts. She can reverse small injuries that have occurred recently by essentially 'undoing' them, etc. However, this power works by reversing time at triple the speed, but her body acts as if time is going forward, causing her to essentially speed up her own aging in the process; paired with the amount of raw cursed energy her ability requires, it always takes a toll of her.

She cannot use her time manipulation on herself.

Due to the nature of her ability, she prefers not to use it. When she does, it's done so in tiny increments, and usually directed through her trademark crystal senbon needles for better control.

If she is forced to attack, she tends to immobilize rather than outright destroy her opponent, sending her senbon needles out with incredible accuracy into her enemy's pressure points, causing them to stumble, freeze or collapse. If she needs to be more aggressive, she can flare the cursed energy within the needles instantly and cause them to shatter like a frag grenade in her opponent's body, inflicting a great deal of pain in the process.

Hand-to-hand combat has not always been her strong suit, but she has some skill in grappling and basic self-defense. Her actual skills lie in her speed and accuracy, as long as she can calm her nerves enough to get into the fray.

General Facts:

• Her grey streak was not from birth, nor was it intentional. She once overused her time reversal and pushed it way too far, causing a patch of her hair to turn silver. This also left her with a permanent patch of age spots over her forearms.

• She enrolled at Jujutsu High School when she was about 16 years old. She selected a set of crystal senbon needles as her cursed tool, and was initially excited about the prospect of becoming a healer, hoping to use her time reversal solely for this goal, but when she and two other students were sent on their first real mission, she crumbled and wound up being a liability due to her inability to overcome her fear of the mid-level curses they faced. When one of her teammates wound up losing an arm protecting her, she pushed herself farther than she ever had, using her time reversal to grow their arm back in a frenzied burst of cursed energy that left her forearms smattered in age spots and a permanent grey streak in her hair. Knowing a time would come where she would be sent on solo missions, she decided to leave the school before she even graduated to live a quiet life away from it all in hopes that she could learn to better balance her energy through her own self-practice and regulation.

• She and Nanami knew of each other as distant classmates in school, but they were never really properly acquainted beyond simply knowing each other's names, grades and general abilities. One or twice, she's seen he and some of the other sorcerers on missions in the city, but she always chooses to let them do their jobs without interruption. A part of her feels guilty for leaving the school, and there's a feeling of shame in the back of her mind.

• She has lived alone in a small flat outside the city limits of Shibuya for the last five years, preferring the silence of the outer limits over the bustling excitement of the city. She works part-time as a massage therapist and acupuncturist at a clinic in the city, only working three back-to-back days a week where she prefers to stay in hotels before returning to her home outside the city.

• Her two cats are named Hoshi & Kumo. Hoshi is a fluffy black Himalayan cat with one eye, and Kumo is a Russian blue cat with cloudy blue eyes. The two were raised by Himawari as kittens and are rarely seen apart from each other. Both of them are very friendly, even to strangers.

• Himawari has had a couple relationships, most of which were casual. The two longer relationships she's had ended rather unremarkably, and after her most recent relationship ended a year ago, she's been content to stay single for the time being to focus on herself.

• She is an insomniac with permanent bags under her eyes. She drinks coffee and tea regularly, but mainly for the taste; she finds that the caffeine does almost nothing for her.

• She has a habit of picking at her nails; a nervous trait she's had ever since she was a child.

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Stay tuned for 'Wishful Thinking!"

~ Pyretta

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