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[godlynott]

EMAILS I CANT SEND 💌 - lorenzo zurzolo x fem oc <3

word count: 3k.

notes: hi lovelies! the fic is on wattpad, just posting it here to see if it does better! pls vote the story! i'm posting a new chapter there today (wattpad link here)

part one here : 1

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MY NEW ALBUM 'emails i can't send' IS OUT JULY 15th

+new song vicious out tonight!

thank u for being patient with me :')

i think it's worth the wait

presave in bio

comments:

noorspeaks i've heard it. i've cried. i've spiraled. you did that.

↳ auroraavery thank you for being here with me noorsie <3

siennavale every man who hurt you should be terrified.

   ↳ auroraavery and u know it

popcrave she just turned 19 in poland.

fans4roryupdates

we're not READY.

we're not OKAY.

we're FERAL.

viciousatmidnight me listening to track 3 pretending i didn't just text my ex

  ↳ auroraavery how do i repost a comment

        ↳ noorspeaks aurora.

             ↳ auroraavery what did i DO

jude.callahan pop princess

  ↳ auroraavery hi rome boy bring some pizza oui oui

     ↳ auroraavery my bad that was french

chapter one.

there's a very specific kind of panic that hits the night before an album drops.

it's like your soul's about to be uploaded to every streaming platform on earth, and all you can do is sit there—refreshing your own spotify page, doubting every lyric you ever wrote, and wondering if your high school ex is going to think track seven is about him. (it is. but he doesn't deserve the recognition.)

i'm curled up on my kitchen floor, wearing a hoodie that doesn't belong to me and clutching a glass of warm wine like it's my emotional support animal. my phone buzzes for the eighth time in under a minute. which means only one thing: the groupchat is alive.

little missies :p

noorsie

AURORA

don't panic

i know you're panicking

siennie

she's 1000% spiraling

rory

are u drinking wine on the floor again?

rorsie

yes

also it's not spiraling

its processing

noorsie

with chardonnay?

therapy is expensive

siennie

we're coming over

don't argue

i have hot cheetos!

and a face mask that smells like emotionally unavailable men.

dibs on your pink robe

i sigh, dramatically, like i'm starring in my own indie film. which, honestly, i might be.

i look at the clock. 10:42pm. vicious drops at midnight. the full album drops in less than three weeks. and tomorrow? the world hears everything I've been bottling up for the past two years. the heartbreaks. the half-texted paragraphs. the voice notes I was too scared to send.

and I have to pretend I'm fine.

i take a sip of wine and whisper, "this is fine," to no one, which is exactly when the front door swings open like it's been kicked by the FBI.

sienna struts in first—jeans too low, confidence too high, holding a bag of snacks like it's chanel. noor follows, wrapped in a massive sweater, a very specific kind of chaos behind her glasses.

"we brought the essentials," sienna says, tossing a bag onto the counter. "spicy carbs, emotional support skincare, and a playlist of bad decisions from 2017."

"and," noor adds, holding up her phone, "a tweet that says, 'rory avery is dropping her new album and my ex should be worried.' you're welcome."

they both stop when they see me. still on the floor. still in the hoodie. still very much not okay.

"you look like a woman who needs a forehead kiss and a legally mandated nap," sienna says, plopping down next to me.

"or a distraction," noor grins. "what if we invite chaos?"

I narrow my eyes. "chaos as in...?"

"men."

AHH!— oh. sorry. jumpscare.

"no," I deadpan.

"we could go out," sienna offers, like it's not nearly 11pm and I'm mentally curled in a ball. "or we could scroll jude's instagram. he posted a thirst trap in a turtleneck today. you should be aware."

jude. jude callahan. a mutual friend of ours, though more noor's chaos buddy than mine. he's the kind of man who flirts like he's quoting poetry, half in Italian, half in regret. he once told me I had "a tragic mouth" and I still don't know what that means—but I think about it a lot.

"jude's in rome right now," noor says, showing me her phone. "hanging out with that actor guy. what's his name? tall. looks like he doesn't text back but probably writes in a journal."

"lorenzo something?" sienna says. "zurzolo?"

I blink. "that's not a real name."

"it is. i googled."

noor scrolls. "they're filming something. or pretending to. i don't know, their posts are mostly blurry cigarettes and sad boy captions."

I shake my head. "he's probably one of those guys who thinks falling in love is a personality flaw."

"oh, so your type," sienna smirks.

i threw a cheeto at her. but she ate it.

"awh, sienn! that was supposed to poke ur eye!"

we spend the next twenty minutes dissecting song lyrics, listening to the bridge of vicious on loop, and making fake tweets about the album drop. noor and sienna argue over whether track nine will make people fall in love or break up. i think it might do both.

and just when I start to feel the tiniest bit grounded, my phone buzzes again. a dm. from jude.

jude.callahan

hey rorsie!

rome is overrated. kinda.

you'd love the espresso

also, my friend saw your album cover

he asked me who u were

should i tell him you're emotionally unstable or let him find out the fun way?

i pause.

i don't know why the message makes me pause, but it does.

maybe it's the idea of someone—someone i don't know, who doesn't know me—looking at that picture and asking who i am.

'but aurora, you're famous! you have photoshoots every month! meh meh meh!'– shush. its not like that.

either way, i pretend i don't care.

i crack my knuckles like i'm about to write the declaration of independence, and type:

auroraavery

hi judey! tell your friend i am a poet. a danger. a menace to emotionally weak men.

i need no one.

i've transcended the concept of man.

also, is he cute?

i'm asking for science

i throw my phone on the couch and scream into a pillow.

"you're unwell," sienna says from the floor, painting her nails some shade of blood red called 'unbothered but petty.'

"i'm deeply mysterious," i say, muffled.

noor, perched at my kitchen island with a mug of tea she didn't ask to make, raises her eyebrows. "you're five minutes away from texting your ex just to say 'lol.'"

"that's not true," i say.

my phone buzzes. i grab it.

jude.callahan

he's italian.

do with that what you will.

i throw my phone again.

"you are so loud without saying anything," noor says.

sienna snorts. "what do we think? does italian mean hot or emotionally detached?"

"yes," we both say.

we pass the time with a lot of nothing: watching old music videos, re-reading tweets about my album, googling ourselves (a mistake), and building a fake ranking system for who's most likely to cry when vicious drops.

noor bets sienna will cry first.

sienna says it'll be noor.

i say it'll be the man who inspired the song.

because that man deserves to cry.

deeply.

in public.

11:57pm.

i'm pacing. like. physically pacing. my phone's in my hand. the countdown is on. the app is open. i've chewed off half my thumbnail and am considering removing the song from the release entirely.

"what if it's too much?" i ask.

"it is," sienna says. "but that's the point."

"what if they hate it?"

"then we riot," noor shrugs. "but babe... they won't."

the three of us go quiet. not a normal quiet. a heavy, buzzing, electric kind of quiet.

11:59.

i'm going to combust.

midnight.

it drops.

the first note plays. and suddenly, the world is on fire.

"one year, ten thousand bad moments."

sienna gasps.

noor grabs her own chest like she's been personally victimized.

i sit down.

my phone explodes. notifications like bullets. twitter. texts. dms. even my mom sends a heart emoji and something that made me giggle.

mumma

❤️

hope this one isn't about your father.

someone tags me in a tiktok that says,

i told aurora about my ex and she wrote vicious because i didn't had the words.

another says, she said poetic rage. she said lipstick revenge. she said cry about it, king.

the stream counter ticks up.

the first tear falls—noor's.

"called it," sienna mutters, eyes suspiciously glassy.

i smile. just a little.

it's out there.

and i think i'm ready for what comes next.

maybe.

(hopefully.)

probably not.

i wake up to the sound of noor trying to butter toast with the blunt edge of a knife and cursing under her breath like the bread personally offended her.

my throat is dry. my mascara is under my eye. my song is on the radio.

it takes me three seconds to realize i'm not dreaming.

four to remember what day it is.

five to scream.

sienna bolts upright from my couch. noor drops the toast. i launch myself at my phone like i'm auditioning for a marvel movie. it's vibrating so violently i'm pretty sure it's going to catch fire.

i'm tagged in exactly 8,972 instagram stories.

my tiktok mentions are full of edits, crying girls in hoodies, and one video of a girl pouring wine into a cereal bowl with "vicious" playing in the background.

the damn vibes.

trending #3 worldwide: "vicious by rory avery"

trending #6: "aurora said cry about it king"

trending #12: "she wasn't subtle. we support that."

i sit down on the kitchen stool and blink.

"so... people like it," noor says carefully.

i look up from my phone, eyes wide. "people get it."

"you said 'you don't feel remorse, you don't feel the effects' and the world said me too, babe," sienna adds, stretching like she's not wearing my robe and stealing my post-breakup thunder.

someone texts me.

yslcowboy

ur sick for this song

i'm proud of u and also scared of u

you free for a rooftop thing tonight or are u too busy making men cry in traffic

i grin.

tucker's been my friend since before the eyeliner and heartbreak. we once got locked in a studio for 14 hours and came out with one half-decent demo and a 2am food poisoning incident. real bonding stuff.

rorsie

oh my god harry styles?

miss u already.

rooftop sounds sexy

send me the time!!

he sends back a voice note that's mostly him laughing and calling me unhinged. love language.

it's 10:30 a.m. and my phone has not stopped once.

people from high school are texting me like we didn't have beef in 2017. influencers i've never met are using "vicious" in their thirst trap reels. my cousin from naples sent me a video of her dog howling to the chorus. honestly? i respect the range.

i open my dms just to feel something and—

mistake.

huge mistake.

it's a war zone in there.

verified people. actors. rappers. a blue check from someone who dated a jenner and probably thinks he invented feminism. a tiktok boy with 7.8 million followers just sent, "u single?" with a vampire emoji.

i consider deleting the app and starting over as a florist.

but then—i see it.

jude.callahan

rorsss

your song came on in a rome cafe

lorenzo heard it

he didn't say anything

he just stared at the speaker.

do with that what you will

my stomach does something weird. flippy.

i don't know him. i don't fucking know him.

but somehow the image of a quiet boy in rome, listening to my voice come through a speaker like it's a secret, makes me sit up straighter.

just for a second.

"who's got your attention?" noor asks, mouth full of toast crumbs.

"no one," i lie.

(i lie very badly.)

sienna smirks. "you've got your album out and the italians are already acting up."

noor claps once. "queen behavior."

"and then rooftop later?" sienna asks.

"only if there's fun," i say.

only if i can pretend the world isn't looking at me too closely.

only if i don't think too hard about the boy in rome who didn't say anything.

by 1 p.m., my day has spiraled.

in a good way. a wild, surreal, maybe-i-need-meds kind of way.

sienna left after breakfast to "emotionally recover" from track eight. noor stole my hoodie and declared herself "in a post-vicious coma." and i have changed outfits three times trying to look effortlessly famous without screaming "please tell me i'm pretty."

i settle on baggy jeans, vintage sunglasses, and a tank top that says "this is me being normal" which feels like a lie but looks hot.

i walk out of my apartment to a wall of flashing lights and at least six men with cameras who say my name like they know me. one yells, "rory, who's 'vicious' about?" and another goes, "you made my girlfriend cry last night!"

"tell her i said sorry," i call back, slipping into my car.

the driver, max, gives me a look in the rearview mirror like you're not normal anymore, are you?

i shrug. "don't worry. i peaked in high school."

by 2:30 i'm sitting in a tiny studio with neon lights, a lapel mic clipped to my top, and a publicist whispering in my ear: "just keep it light. don't mention the ex. smile. you know the drill."

"i've been media trained within an inch of my life," i whisper back.

the interviewer is cute. too enthusiastic. clearly just heard "vicious" this morning and is pretending it didn't emotionally devastate her.

"aurora avery," she beams, "the girl of the moment."

i blink. "i've always wanted to be that."

"so 'vicious'... first of all, ouch. second of all, who hurt you?"

i laugh. "just say you relate and go."

she grins. "was there a specific line that you were scared to release?"

i pause.

"probably the one where i said, 'everyone thinks you're an angel,'" i say. "there's a certain amount of people who think he's an angel.. pretty obvious who the song is about."

she visibly gasps.

"bold," she says.

"true," i reply.

i leave the interview to find five texts from noor that say, "YOU BROKE THE INTERNET." and one from sienna that says, "you looked hot. the host wanted to cry. i approve."

my driver doesn't even ask where to now. he already knows.

rooftop. tucker.

by 6 p.m., i'm standing on a rooftop with a drink in hand, pretending not to notice the skyline turning gold behind me. tucker's already there, leaning against the railing like a tortured poet, wearing sunglasses at sunset and eating crumbl cookies.

"sorry," he says, hugging me. "my girl just dropped an album that ruined my trust issues. i'm in mourning."

"shut up," i laugh into his hoodie. "you love it."

"i do. i cried. and then i listened again. and cried better the second time."

i roll my eyes. "you're so dramatic."

"says the woman who dropped a diss track disguised as art."

we clink drinks. i sip. the sun dips lower. for a second, i forget about the cameras, the noise, the fact that half the world now thinks i'm out for emotional blood.

"you know you're trending on four apps, right?" tucker says. "and two group chats i'm in."

"i know," i sigh. "i saw a tweet that said 'aurora avery makes music for girls who could destroy you and look good doing it.'"

he snorts. "so true."

"someone else said i'm the reason their boyfriend apologized for something he hasn't done yet."

he raises his glass. "to preemptive apologies."

"tuck.." i said sighing. "do you think i'm unhinged," i ask, sipping the last of my drink and giving tucker my best innocent doe-eyed main character in a messy movie look.

"absolutely," he says, without hesitation. "but in a way that's marketable."

"thank you," i reply. "i worked hard on that."

"it shows. you've got main pop girl breakdown energy. very 'i write songs, not apologies.'"

"very 'i'm doing fine, actually, shut up.'"

"very 'you'll regret this once i'm wearing a hot outfit and posting cryptic captions.'"

we pause. then both say at the same time:

"'it's not about you.'"

and then we dissolve into full-body laughter.

tucker wipes fake tears. "i hate you."

"you love me."

"only because it's court-mandated."

i lean against the railing, staring out at the city. "you'd miss me if i vanished."

"i'd throw a parade."

"you'd spiral."

"i'd thrive."

"you'd be in my comments crying."

he turns, looks me dead in the eye. "you know what i'd comment?"

"what?"

"'this u?'"

he pulls out his phone and pretends to scroll.

you're evil."

"you wrote 'vicious' and released it on purpose. i learned from the best."

tucker stretches and sits on the ledge like a certified indie boy. "alright. real question."

"hit me."

"what's next?"

i exhale. look up at the sky like the answer might be up there, just hanging between clouds and delusion.

"i think i wanna disappear for a sec," i admit. "like. not forever. just long enough to feel normal again."

"normal's boring," he says.

"yeah, but it's also... quiet. no cameras. no dms. no strangers knowing what my heartbreak sounds like."

he's quiet for a beat. not in the way most people are, but in the way only people who get it can be. he's not trying to fix it. he's just there.

"you could come to mine for a few days," he offers. "lay low. write sad girl music in peace."

"and by peace you mean?"

"me waking you up at 2am to show you demos no one asked for."

i smile. "tempting."

"think about it," he says, hopping off the ledge. "we could make another song. you could break another man."

"i'm doing god's work," i nod solemnly.

"saint aurora of heartbreak. protect us."

we bow our heads in fake prayer.

the sun's almost gone now. golden hour fading into something a little colder, a little quieter. the rooftop is fuller, louder, but it still feels like just us up here.

"you're doing good, rory," tucker says suddenly, real serious.

i glance over. "you too."

we both pretend we didn't get a little soft for half a second.

he bumps my shoulder.

"alright. now let's go inside before someone recognizes you and starts crying about their ex. again."

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[toadplatypus]

I tried calling my salon to set up a hair appointment but they didn’t answer right away and the phone kept ringing so I just hung up 0(-(

I’ll try again in half an hour

[nancydfan]

In relation to the pre-RE8 ask. I assumed the mold was similar to an irl virus carrier - you don't know you have it until you test for it, which leads to the question 'why wasn't Ethan tested?'

I have two theories

1) They were more concerned with Mia who they KNEW was infected - this is terrible from a professional standpoint and if true those doctors/scientists should be fired, but this is also the most probable in my opinion

2) They did test it but through the power of how well Ethan took to the mold and/or because Ethan himself fully believed he wasn't a mold man (belief is a powerful thing) the test results came back wrong.

3) Someone on the inside was a spy and faked the results, which is how Miranda found out about Rose but Miranda seemed surprised by Ethan's return which hinted she didn't know the full extent of his powers so less likely but still possible.

On Mia's end, I think she knew longer than just after re7. My memory of re7 is a bit rusty but it makes sense to me that she either

a) knew he was a mold man/something was up and ended up trusting him when it became apparent his search for the cure was sincere (she fought through the boat to go get him, she 100% was fighting for Ethan and not what she believed was a mold man wearing his skin)

b) suspected something happened to him and noticed signs but didn't fully realize it until after re7

I say this with the thought that it would be way harder to test/confirm Ethan as a mold man when being monitored 24/7 and out of danger where there's less...let's say extreme evidence. So I think she knew something was off in re7 and confirmed it before the end of the game simply because of her 'special' comment to Chris. Who knows, maybe she woke up before Ethan and saw his dead body?

(Also, lowkey I was rewatching an re8 playthrough and I'm positive Ethan died with that old man in the beginning, that was our first BIG hint...but also how many times did this man die and we all just went ah yes, vibeogame go brrrrr hahaha) (as I am writing this i realized he also could have died with the squad in the escort car and I am Shook, ETHAN PLEASE STOP DYING)

Back to Mia (lmao sorry for the sidetrack), if she knew he died then there's a solid chunk of that game where she was having a crisis behind the scenes where this 'fake' Ethan is running around trying to find and make this cure and she's waiting for the other shoe to drop the entire time but no, he goes through with it and chases off Lucas and she gets cured. By the time they get to the boat she is convinced enough to go save him.

Or maybe she remembers he died through nightmares and her memory comes back slowly, which leads to her argument with Ethan that 'we matter, YOU matter' because he DIED because of her mistakes/for her and she just wants him to think of himself for once.

I have so many emotions and theories, I feel like the Pepe Silvia meme. You asked for this though, so now we're both in this mess hahahahaha :D

Have a nice night :)

I did ask for it and I love it! Pls feel free to send me msgs whenever because I love hearing people’s thoughts because I’m not the smartest person here so y’all always have me thinking! Also, I’m super about to respond in the most crazy all over the place sorry =o

Starting with Mia in RE7, I don’t think she knew Ethan was dead. I know the VHS tapes were more of a learning tool for the characters but I think they’re canon in they’re own weird way  lol. She talks to Ethan in a way even saying there’s much he doesn’t know but I think it’s in relation to evie and the bakers moreso then him being dead. I can see how it could be implied that way but she’s talking to him as her husband so that’s why I don’t see it. And as you said, in the boat, she was there for Ethan, her husband, no questions about anything else. She tells Evie not to hurt him. It just feels like she still thinks he’s human. But that’s just my take.  

That being said, I love love that concept. And since capcom can only give us like 15 minutes to even explain anything about Mia, I would love to see this explored in fan fiction (hint hint somewhere out there lol) BECAUSE can you imagine? Mia’s been trapped in Dulvey three years and her husband shows up so suddenly she has hope. Then she sees him murdered? And then he pops back up and she knows that’s just not him anymore. Oooof sign me tf up 

I imagine the more boring option is she put two and two together as she learned just a bit of what ethan went through. I imagine he has a leg scar? That had to come up eventually. And obviously once the crisis is over she might actually stop and think about how ethan has his left hand back. 

As for no one figuring out ethan was mold, yeah, you’re probably right about the most boring, lazy route. Did ethan just not tell them he reattached a limb or can they not see it’s not exactly fully there? Didn’t someone ask about this??? I agree that angry ethan can be persuasive but holy shit someone dropped the ball. And if they gave him something, did it not impact him at all? Wouldn’t he have some reaction to anything designed as anti mold? Or did they chaulk it up to it being removed? Mia is shown to be heavily medicated and they didn’t even give this man anxiety medication. 

It’s just so odd no one thought of anything in the course of three years. But maybe his mold condition and his belief is that strong. And like you said, his body is no longer in crisis. It doesn’t need to keep supporting physical abuse so it can support his human identity better. 

Also ethan is basically an honorary winchester with as many times he dies LAWL

[bunnyywritings]

Hi! I'm glad to have found your blog!😊 can I ask for 3 and 5 from the prompt list with Shoto Todoroki pls? Todoroki and reader are best friends (secretly with feelings for each other)? And could it be aged up! to college age please if that's okay? (oh, and one last thing, sorry for asking so much👉👈 if possible without spoilers from the manga or heroes rising movie pls? I still need to catch up on those) thank u so much💕💕 and i'm sorry for being annoying with so many questions

it’s about time

AgedUp!Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader

prompts #3 “I’ve got you.” & #5 “I’ll always be here.”

[a/n: lmao I have absolutely no good reason for this gif but Hello there my love! I’m glad you find my blog too 🥺 no need to apologize, you weren’t being annoying at all❣️I really enjoyed writing this one. I avoided any spoilers, there’s mention of the USJ attack but that was season one so....yeah. Thank you so much for requesting✨ feel free to send in another any time! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. the prompts are in bold, there are mentions of alcohol and it gets a bit suggestive at the end 🥵]

Sendai Tech was the top university for heroes and those in hero support. Getting into uni was effortless. Graduating at the top of your class at UA was to thank for that. A lot of class 1-A went on to Sendai and some went straight into the hero business. You had been attending Sendai and working part-time patrols at Bakugou’s hero agency, he had risen in the ranks quite quickly, taking a spot in the top 5. Todoroki had also been working part-time patrols at Midoriya’s agency, refusing his father’s invitation for full time work. The both of you wanted to start an agency together so you had enrolled in the business course they offered at Sendai.

Why did Todoroki want to start an agency with you, you might ask? Well, the answer was quite simple yet still perplexing to some people. You were his best friend. Though neither of you cared to admit that the title ‘best friend’ wasn’t enough, you both wanted more than that but the fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship was strong. You had told yourself multiple times, you’d rather have him as a friend than not at all. And the possibility that admitting your feelings and not having them returned was painful.

You first met him when you were little. You heard someone crying as you made you way passed the towering fence that surrounded his home. You had been returning from playing with some of the neighborhood kids and you had offered him half your cookie. You learned his name and why he was sad. Needless to say, your hate for Endeavor started early on. You had never seen his face but you made your way to the fence every day after school to share your snacks and stories about your day with the sad boy but one day, he didn’t show up. One day turned into two, and three until you also decided to stop showing up. I wasn’t until your first day at UA did you find out what he looked like. He surprisingly remembered you and profusely apologized for suddenly disappearing and you picked up where you left off.

Natsuo and Fuyumi knew about this and would be adamant about asking their little brother when he’d finally admit his feelings to you during their weekly sibling dinners only to roll their eyes when he said, ‘She sees me as a friend and nothing more. I don’t really plan on risking our friendship with a stupid lapse of judgment.’

It was the same for Bakugou and Eijiro when you’d go get drinks with them on Friday nights. They’ve known about your crush since high school. Heck, everyone did. And they were getting tired of hearing your drunken pining about the icy-hot boy.

“Look idiot, stop crying over how much you love him...you’re ruining the vibe.” Bakugou grumbled as you pouted at him.

“There’s no need to be rude, you angry explosion freak. I will cry over a boy for as long as I want.” You slurred, taking a bite of a chicken wing.

“You wouldn’t need to cry over one if you just told him how you feel. It’s that simple.” He leaned back against the couch, lazily taking a sip of his beer. Kirishima chuckled at the deja vu that suddenly hit him.

Every Friday you’d go over to their shared apartment for beers and pizza. Usually to relax after a stressful week of school and work, and without fail, you and Bakugou would have the exact same conversation. It was like clockwork. Exactly after two beers and three or four slices of pizza later, you’d confess your love for Shoto Todoroki before turning gloomy and pouting that he’d never love you the same way. You’d usually pout while eating a chicken wing or two. This never failed to amuse the red head. No matter how much Bakugou complained, he had a soft spot for you. During your days at UA, Mina and Denki had taken it upon themselves to let you into the Baku-squad after passing the 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀. Since then, Bakugou had complained and complained but once he saw that you were powerful enough to hold your own during the USJ attack, he deemed you worthy of his respect. Thus meaning you had earned his friendship as well. Many of their classmates had gotten together after graduation, even Bakugou admitted that he had feelings for the spiky red head sitting next to him.

“Come on (y/n), you should tell him. I think you’d be surprised with how silly you’re being.” Kirishima grinned his usual happy go-lucky grin.

“Exactly! You’re not a wimp, are you? Even that idiot Deku confessed to chubby cheeks already! Are you trying to tell me that you’re wimpier than broccoli head!?”

“Maybe I am a wimp.” You stick your tongue out childishly at the angry blonde.

“I don’t remember hiring a wimp.”

“Well you did, so deal with it.” You frowned as you took a greedy sip of the beer you were nursing.

After a couple of hours later, you were drunk. Very, very drunk. And it wasn’t too pretty. You were an emotional drunk, with only two available emotions. Sad and angry. Both Bakugo and Kirishima were glad it seemed you were the former, this time around. Snuggling as you settled onto their couch.

“Uh Uh. Nope!” Bakugou tutted. “You are not staying the night.”

“But Bakubro!” You whined, hugging a pillow cushion to your chest. “You know who is in my dorm.” You looked around cautiously. “Shoto is in there.” You whispered as if it were the biggest secret in the planet.

“That’s what you get for requesting him as a dorm mate. Now come on.” He lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “You’re lucky I’m switching my afternoon patrol with your morning one. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you patrol hungover.” He grabbed your bag and made his way to the door. “Eiji, give me my wallet. I’m getting her a cab.”

“You’re not gonna leave her by herself, are you?”

“Of course not.” He hissed, “What kind of idiot do you take me for? Why the hell would I leave her alone like this.” He pointed at your slouched form for emphasis.

Once out in the chilly evening, he called a cab. Thankful that there were still some running at 1am. He grabbed your phone and found Shoto’s contact, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and holding your head up with the others as he huffed in annoyance when the line kept ringing and ringing before it finally stopped.

“H-hello? (Y/n)?” The groggy voice on the other end spoke first.

“I’m on my way to drop off your idiot, half and half bastard. You better be outside to help them up to your dorm.” And he hung up. Confused, Todoroki got out of bed and slipped on a sweater and some sneakers before heading down to the lobby. Eyes squinted with discomfort at the sudden bright lights of the hallway. He stepped outside and stood at the curb. He was slightly concerned, he knew that Bakugou and Kirishima wouldn’t let anything happen to you but why did he need to help you? Did you get hurt? His thoughts were quelled when a cab pulled in right in front of him. Bakugou had stepped out first, helping you out after him and grumbling at the driver to wait.

“She drank too much. Make sure she doesn’t choke on her own vomit or something.”

“Thanks Bakugou.” He mumbled as he steadied you on your feet.

“Bye Bakubro~!” You waved cheerily.

“Yeah whatever. I expect you to be at the agency at 1pm sharp. Get some rest.”

“Yes sir!” You exaggerated a salute as he rolled his eyes and got back into the cab. Todoroki’s eyes widened when you slung your arms around his neck and cuddled into him.

“You’re so warm Shoto.” The way you had basically purred his name made his cheeks flush a deep red.

“R-right.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s get you inside.” You decided to wrap your legs around his waist, finding great comfort in being in his arms. He obliged and hooked his hands under your thighs to make sure you wouldn’t fall and as he made his way back inside, he tried to ignore the feeling of your plush thighs against his palms. Locking the door to your shared dorm behind him, he made his way to your room. He placed you gently on your bed, kneeling down to unlace your shoes and pull them off your feet.

“You’re so gentle, Sho...” you hummed sleepily, eyes closed with a cute grin on your lips. He left your comment unanswered seeing that he’d be a stuttering mess if he had. He made his way over to the head of the bed and combed your hair back.

“Sweet dreams, (y/n).” He kissed a feather soft kiss on your forehead. He chuckled when you made a soft grunt of disapproval when his warmth left you.

“Sho...don’t leave me.” You whimpered, eyes slowly opening as they shone with tears. “Don’t go.” He frowned and couldn’t help but think that there was an underlying fear with that statement, other than just wanting to cuddle. So, he peeled off his hoodie and pulled back the covers and slid in next to you. In an instant, you clutched onto him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he nudged your chin with his knuckle, making you look right into those beautiful bicolored eyes. You tears had started to slide down your pink cheeks.

“I don’t want you to leave me, Shoto.”

“Why would I leave you?” He was confused, he knew this could just be an alcohol induced insecurity but he knew you enough to know that the fear in your eyes was genuine.

“Because I-“ you paused, unsure if now was the time. Sighing as the liquid courage urged you to continue. “Because I like you. More than I should, more than a best friend should. But I can’t help it and I don’t want to ruin what we already have by making you uncomfortable.”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” His voice was small but you heard it as he ran his thumb softly over your cheekbone.

“Because you don’t feel the same.” He remained quiet. He was bewildered, you had feelings for him too. He couldn’t believe it. However, you had taken his stunned silence in a negative way and started to cry even more.

“Shh.” He cooed as he pulled you into his chest. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” He decided to leave this conversation for the morning when you’d actually remember. There you two had laid for the rest of the early morning. He was always reminded that he slept better with you in his arms. There were a bunch of things that he did much better with you there. And he couldn’t wait to tell you.

You were confused but pleased when you were met with the sight and feeling of Todoroki’s bare chest. He was always so warm. Not to mention how muscular he was. You definitely didn’t mind when he’d walk around the dorm shirtless right after a shower. The feeling of bile starting to make its way up your throat, you ripped yourself from his arms and ran to the bathroom. The sudden movement startled him awake and when he heard the retching noise come from the bathroom, he was quick to get in his feet and make his way to you. Pulling your hair from your face and rubbing four back soothingly as you expelled the contents of your stomach. Once you finished, you groaned. Staying in your position hunched over the toilet bowl just in case.

“Why don’t you take a shower. I’ll make you some breakfast.” He suggested softly as he helped you up. Embarrassed, you nodded quietly, watching as he shut the door behind him. Not bothering to lock it, you stripped and hopped in the shower. While you where in there, you tried to make sense of anything that happened the night before but all you could remember was being at Bakugou’s place, then a cab, then with Shoto and—The memory of the words you had exchanged swept through your mind and you groaned. Maybe he wouldn’t remember...right?

The cool water of the shower seemed to have soothed your hangover a bit as you made your way to your room and pulled on some sweats, grabbing Shoto’s hoodie from the ground and pulling that on as well. The smell of fresh coffee called you to the little kitchenette. Grabbing a mug gratefully, you leaned against the counter and took a sip of the dark liquid.

“So...do you remember anything from last night?” He asked tentatively, you gasped and inhaled some of the coffee. You coughed, putting the mug down and cleared your throat.

“I do.” You nodded slowly, a pink blush crawling up your neck. “And I understand if you want to go, sorry if-“

“Who said anything about going anywhere.” He cut you off, there was a sly smile playing on his lips. “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.”

“...”

“What?” He seemed amused at your confusion. “Wait, are you serious?” He approached you. His arms trapping you against the counter.

“I think—no. I know.” He looked down into your eyes, one hand coming up to caress your jaw. “I love you, (y/n). I have for a long time.” His confession made you feel warm inside, your heart swelling in happiness.

“I love you too, Sho.” Your lips met in a sweet kiss, lips moving together to convey all the pent up emotions you were feeling. You smiled into it as it got a bit more passionate. Your hands coming up to run through his hair.

Breathlessly, you pulled away.

“You never need to worry about me leaving. I’ll always be here.” He explained softly, nuzzling your nose with his.

“Really?” You asked happily.!

“Mhmm, you’re mine.” And with that, his lips met your hungrily. Lifting you up on the counter, and standing in between your legs. His hands gripped your hips as he began to trail kisses down your neck. Nibbling and tugging at the skin with his teeth. “And I’m gonna show you just how long I’ve waited.” His voice was deep with lust. Tugging down the bottoms you just changed into, he sunk to his knees in between your thighs.

Needless to say, he made you his. And you had no complaints.

You showed up to the Ground Zero Agency 5 minutes late.

“Oi! I thought I said to not be late!” Bakugou shouted as you put your bag in your locker.

“Sorry, I uh got preoccupied with something.” You stuttered as you avoided his eye line as you turned to face him. He smirked when he saw the bruised skin on your neck, your hero suit barely covering them.

“Eijiro!” He chuckled wildly. “You owe me $30!” Footsteps rushed into the room and there stood the red head with wide eyes.

“Finally!” He shouted. Pulling out his wallet and giving Bakugou the money. “I’m not even mad.” Grinning, he gave you a sly look. “It was about time.”

[flowerandthesongstress]

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rules for requests

(It’s not commissions, of course, it’s free and for fun)

Yes to:

* Anything comforting and heartwarming * Fluff, domesticity * Romance, friendship * Healthy relationships, communication, conflict resolution * Emotional support, healing, recovery * Mysteries and mystery boxes * Mild (psychological) horror * Magical realism i.e. trauma allegory * Internal conflict, mental health issues, existential crises * Comedy, especially satirical comedy and absurdist humor   No to (unless satire or parody): * High-stakes external conflict  * Action * Heavy angst * Fighting and bickering * Jealousy and rivalry   * Yandere and stalking * Violence and gore * Sad/bad endings * The so-called ‘headcanons’

No with an alternative: *The so-called 'reader inserts'. I can't stress this enough, I do not EVER write ‘reader inserts’. If you see me writing in second person, it's your cue to squint like a hawk and maybe also to chug down some coffee and settle in a safe, rugless place where you can't be git and your back is protected, with Mama Media Literacy and Papa Attention to Detail keeping you company. *Instead, though, I can just write about your OC in third or first person, after getting the specifics. 👍

Regarding smut: * Consent over 9000 * Must convey emotions and/or a message * All participants must feel and express boundless respect and unfeigned affection for each other, and be emotionally mature adults * Yes f/m (please limit to a triad) and f/f (limit to a couple). Editing to add: please, no pure m/m: I prefer to only write what I know, and I lack a penis and a prostate. I can try, if you want me to, but whatever I write will likely be silly, unlived, unfelt, and untrue (but maybe funny? if you want 100% comedy? then sure. otherwise, I’d rather you didn’t, because I also simply do not enjoy writing what I don't know). 

Editing again to add this important information:

* No longer accepting/filling anonymous requests  * I reserve the right to ignore/deny your request for a personal reason (if it's smth triggering etc), in which case let’s just move on, please * Be as specific or vague as you wish, but in case of the latter, keep in mind that your request might get ‘butchered’. For example, if you want smut, please don’t be shy, say it outright and specify what exactly you wish to see. If you instead offer a vague idea that might involve sex, I will write plot and feelings instead; it’s not that I can’t write smut—I can, and well—it’s that I find other things more compelling to write. 

X2 It’s not commissions, of course, it’s free.

But I can’t offer any guarantees and I won’t write into an empty void either. I’m not a machine, my spare time is limited, and English is not my native language. So whether you like or dislike the end result, you promise to leave a comment or send a private message where you will honestly and openly, without any coyness, explain your reasoning for either. 

I'm not lacking in ideas, to put it mildly... I have a special file that's stuffed with original ideas to the brim, and I will never write even 1% of them. So if you want, it's totally okay to throw the dice and go ‘pls write a randomize about this [entity] I love’ without specifics. If it sparks, I'll just launch my hand into the File and pick something at random.

For (absolutely useless here) statistics: my shortest/longest request fill where both requests sent to me were one phrase long: 1,2k/105k words. 🤷‍♀️

My contacts are here.

Don't be shy, hit me up. I greatly enjoy misinterpreting other people’s ideas, disappointing my peers, subverting and satirizing tropes, making strangers mutter ‘wtf’, and post-irony.

If instead of sending friendly requests to me and/or other human people like me who write requests for fun and communal bonding, you send requests to (de)generative AI, then I have it on very good authority that you will die alone from a combination of heatstroke in Northern hemisphere in January, and dehydration brought on by your excessive crying over your utility bills being so high that the numbers will seem like typos but they’ll be real numbers and also your fault

Baiiii 😘

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[jimlingss]

Thank you, everyone, for your words of encouragement. In this short amount of time, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with messages of support. I want to reassure you all that I’m by no means as hurt as some of you think, or at least not after so much kindness. I’ve always encouraged all kinds of feedback!! From compliments to constructive criticism. And I’m (supposedly) an Adult™, so I can definitely take someone’s opinion.

Regardless, thank you to everyone who reached out to me. I want to respond to each and everyone of you under this post so I don’t flood other people’s dashes.

Anonymous said: about the anon who said your fics lack emotion, hmm i wouldn't quite agree tbh, i remember reading tears of a villian and deadass crying, it hurt me so much!! also, in "fall in hatred" their feeling are so well portrayed and i could understand why they acted a certain way! to conlclude, there is always some space for constructive criticism but your stories, are to me, something very attentively built and created, it's apparent that you completely enjoy writing, I can feel your enthusiasm!!

--to that anon; pls don't get this wrong way but it's just the way I see it and I've read quite a lot till now

nah deadass crying isn’t good enough anymore, anon. You have to be keening and violently sobbing until you’re brought into the ER for my fics to be considered to have emotion. lol I’m only kidding, thank you for the message.

peachiest-hun said: To that anon who said your work lacked emotions, I beg to differ! I have read Jungle Park so many times I know at exactly which chapter when the heavy angst starts happening and I read those parts when I just want to have a good cry (I still cry every. single. time)! Also Head Over Heels to Hell, The Colour of Our Voices, Love So Shallow (because I so relate with OC), and many more have given me the FEELS (happy and sad ones). 1/2

So what I'm trying to say is that Jimlingss is doing a great job in her craft. She does deliver emotions in her work and the reason I love it so much is that it's SUBTLE and not completely in your face. Sometimes emotions that are subtle and they hit you slowly, but powerfully it hurts even more for me. On another note, I'm loving Sugar and Coffee. In times of darkness which are often these days, I have something to look forward to every week to keep me motivated. So thank you Jimlinggs! 2./2

Istg Jungle Park is one of the most unexpectedly beloved fics on my blog but I love it hahaha I can’t believe you’ve read it to the point of knowing what chapter is what though. that’s an honour. There’s definitely stories of mine that are less subtle than others, but I’m glad that you enjoy the latter of them too :’) Thank you.

Anonymous said: This is my first time ever leaving a message on someone’s tumblr, but I just felt that I HAD to after reading that anon’s comment about your stories lacking emotion. I wholly disagree (in the nicest way possible, not throwing any shade at anyone). I’ve read all of your fics (for the past two years) and I look forward to when you release new material (the highlight of my Mondays right now after I come home from working at a clinic). Your stories have really lifted my mood during this pandemics an

Anonymous said: Sorry for that long tangent. Don’t even know if I made sense. You don’t have to respond to any of this, but you deserve to hear some positive words as well.

Oh my god. Did I just take your tumblr-message virginity? asdfghjkl I’m kidding. but thank you for reaching out to me. I can’t believe you’ve been around for such a long time and that I’m a part of your Monday routine :’) 

Anonymous said: OK that ask about "constructive criticism" was def imo RUDE. You don't just anonymously go into someone's asks and bluntly tell an author that their fics "lack emotion". That is not the way to encourage someone to improve and continue to work hard. That's just flat out mean. That person clearly doesn't care about your feelings or the fact that you write and share your stories for FREE for us to enjoy. I love your stories and appreciate what you've shared with us. Thank you for your hard work ❤️

I like to give the benefit of the doubt to anons and anyone sending me a message online in general. God knows there were times I meant well but it was received wrongly. But anyway, my mind was more boggled than I was hurt, that’s one thing for sure.

joonie-mono said: + it was called love so shallow which genuinely made me see myself in a character, but my point was that your writing has a specific feel to it, it's made me laugh and cry (His Name personally killed me :] ) and that's my opinion. You and your writing are amazing and I'm sorry but that anon was just so wrong.

oof bringing out the evidence. be my attorney please.

Anonymous said: As someone who has read your entire masterlist (and going through it again) i will have to wholeheartedly disagree with that anon. The way you portray SO many emotions in your fics is *chefs kiss* and I honestly thought that the ones that “lack emotion” were meant to be that way, with an open ending, the idea that their love just started, soo.... yeah, I’ll have to disagree.

There are definitely stories of mine that are a bit looser on romance. Such as Kitchen Romance, The President’s Son, The Heiress’ Son, Arcadia, etc. But I have a loooot of fics that are quite emphasized in either despair/sadness or cute fluff.

ladyartemesia said: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am here to disrespectfully disagree with anon who probably doesn’t write effing ANYTHING and has no idea what it takes to produce the content you do. I have followed for months and I’m still not through your masterlist BECAUSE reading your stories is a bloomin EMOTIONAL EVENT. When I read Brass and Strings, I LOST A WHOLE DAY. Like I was so into it, my DAY was gone. Anon is prolly salty there isn’t more smut I guess. That’s whatever for them. (Part 1)

It’s subtle, deep, meaningful, and incredible and you’re one of my favorite authors. I can’t FOR A SECOND let that comment go cause it’s RIDICULOUS. You’re literally so gifted. You don’t need to change a thing. Every artist, no matter their medium, should continue to improve. So in that sense I wish you all the growth in the world as you work towards the perfection of your craft. BUT SERIOUSLY you’re an incredible writer. That anon is loony. I’m so sorry you had to even read those crazy words.

As I answer these messages, it’s starting to feel like I’m the third party mediator of a dispute and all y’all are just HAMMERING it to this anon, LOL. I’m not sure if the anon is necessarily requesting for more smut but if they are, they might be happy this Friday (*COUGH spoiler for those actually reading my responses)

Anyway, you’re too kind. thank you. I am definitely not as hurt as I was earlier.

((and tbh you’re hilarious, you’re actually making me laugh irl))

krystle1990 said: Woah!! Ok first that Anon is absolutely crazy. I literally stalk your page for new work being put out! I probably blow up your notifications daily. I've never been disappointed in any of your work. You always give a heads up if it will take time for the characters to realize their feelings which I absolutely love. It always leaves me ready for the next part and I am glued to my phone with every update. You're amazing and I can't wait to see how you grow with your work. 💜😘

ASDFGHJKL PLEASEEE if it’s someone who’s worried about blowing up notifications, it’s me. To those who have notifications on I sincerely can’t fathom how often I blow up people’s phones. I digress, I always give out warnings to keep people patient since I know slow burn can be excruciating haha thank you for the message.

kigurumu said: Also just want to add that saying you have good intentions or "don't mean to be mean" does not cancel out whatever offensive thing you just said. IT WILL STILL RUDE. Not saying all negative feedback is bad. Criticism can be hard to take no matter how it's phrased, but telling a writer to be more like another writer is like telling them their style isn't good enough which is NOT helpful. Your writing is your own. If the anon wants to read fics that are like gukyi's, they can read gukyi's fics 🙄

Also I've been waiting until Sugar and Coffee is done so I can binge it all at once but avoiding spoilers from all the asks is so hard haha! I keep seeing all these good things about it and I'm SO tempted to just read it now but I've already waited this long so I don't wanna give up kfnrjrofvjskdh guess I'll reread your other fics in the meantime

The message was fine on its own but I think dragging in another writer at the end was definitely not ok. When will comparing writers end. But regardless, gukyi and I are cool with one another - i mean we wrote 100k together so it’s gonna have to take a reverse Zuko arc for us to be on bad terms lol

Anyway, oooh you’re one of those bingers. Can’t say I blame you cause I love binging myself, so it’s understandable for readers to wait till the series is over. and since you were so kind in following up your original message with two more and expressing so much appreciation for me :’), I’ll let you know that the finale of Sugar and Coffee will be posted by July 20th! by then, the entire series will be completed. 

Anonymous said: Tbh i think that neither you nor that anon is wrong. Some people like it more romanticised and cheesy, some people dont. I believe that your stories are more on the realistic side of life. People (whom your characters represent) cant always be cheesy and passionate for love, there are other things in life! Maybe you're just the type who's too realistic for any hopeless romantic things like i am and it's fine. Not all writers can write dramatic romance

Tbh, I agree. It’s a matter of opinion and there’s no one wrong in the fight of opinions. As I’ve said many times on my blog, the cringe factor varies between person to person. What someone might think is fluffy is absolutely cringey to another. What someone might think is a good amount of fluff is not enough for someone else. I’ve written a lot. And I’ve made sure to add lots of variations between the amount of romance in my stories. Indeed, some are definitely more subtle and “realistic” while others are completely cheesy and makes me gag from the amount of sugar in it lol I just think the anon should take a look at more of my stories before coming up with such a conclusive opinion.

Anonymous said: I’ve been reading your fics for over a year now and religiously follow updates every week. Why? Because they make me feel something whether it be joy from fluff or grief from angst. I’ll remember a story of yours months after I first read it and return to it just to feel those emotions again. I understand that emotional responses are usually subjective but I think that anon needs to read your works again, because they sure are missing out.

I replied to that anon that they should check out more of my fics and then come back to tell me if they haven’t changed their minds, so I don’t know if they’re missing out or not lol

I don’t expect my stories to elicit emotional responses or fanatic feedback for everyone. God knows there’s been other people’s writing styles that just didn’t resonate with me no matter how hard I tried to read their stories. But all I ask is that people try. It’s fine if you give up halfway but at least try reading. That’s fair to ask, right?

[hoe-imaginess]

replies!

tried to put older ones at the top. 

ALSO: I got a lot of requests in the last few weeks and just wanted to post a general reply in reminder that my ASK BOX IS CLOSED! Not accepting any requests right now, sorry! I delete any that come in

i BEEN A YEEHAW BINCH SINCE DAY ONE GORLLL. we stan 4am whataburger in this house 

I do!! I used to have gold but it got kinda expensive in comparison to what I was charging for ko-fi’s. If you don’t have that extra $6 a month it’s not worth it boo ):

Ahhh congrats! Sorry I’m so late!! I think it’s always worth it to stick with the original blog since you’ve accumulated followers there, and you never know if they’re going to miss out on the transition to your new one. It takes some time to restructure a blog but it’s definitely worth it to keep the original

the amount of HIM’s in One Piece is unbelievable I whore for everyone

I’m doing ok!!!! I go a little crazy indoors but I’m keeping myself busy <3 my immune system is shit so I’m on utter lock down, but better safe than sorry

@thychi​ 

I keep up sporadically with the manga!! I stopped watching it when I caught up a few months ago, think I ended on Whole Cake? I know what’s happening currently but I haven’t read too into depth in the Wano arc. I usually just... pop into the spoilers tags... to see Law... bc I love him... 

@ithecrystaldragonheart​

Mito and Hashi are a powerful duo. Mito has a lot of brains cells she has to share with Hashi but that’s ok!!!! I do think Tobirama and Mito would get along too!

Basically tbh he sees one thing out of place and he must destroy

i’D HEARD IT WAS A REALLY BAD CHAPTER. this is a late response but MANGA READERS THAT ONE WEEK... we were all a mess (and no I haven’t watched but I’ve been recommended to do so quite a lot so I’ll hop on it soon!) 

Hmm!!!! I actually find a *shorter* first chapter is a good way to hook the reader without making them claw through too much writing to get a sense of what’s going on. Like, if I see a first chapter is reallllly long I sometimes have to do it to em, and scroll a bit to the middle to see what’s going on, and to double check that it’s a fic I want to take the time to read

1300 words isn’t too much though!!! Omg I’ve written much longer first chapters lmao. If you feel weird about it you can maybe find a good place to split that 1300 into two chapters?? But definitely make sure it’s split in a good place. It’s always good to leave the reader wanting more. If you can end on a short cliff hanger or a tense moment, that’s 10/10

That being said it would probably be wise to make the rest of the chapters of a similair average length. I’ve read fics that have shorter or longer chapters and it’s not bad (unless I’m grieving because it’s too short AND I REQUIRE MOREEE) but it might help you with actually planning your plot

I DON’T!!! But I want his ninja dick so bad. Maybe i’ll whip something up for him soon. For the culture 

When you sent this a while ago it actually inspired me to pick it up again!! I’m fixing it so it comes up with more accurate (?) results since I think the first one was so messed up. Everyone kept getting Madara sksksks. It’s still in the works but I wanna post it again! They’re super fun to make

AHHHH THANKSSSSS!!!

It’s so hard trying to keep a character that you love IC because... i want him to not be as much of an asshole as he is in canon... so unfortunately I gotta let him be an asshole sometimes. On the other hand, fortunately he’s such a minor guy I get some room to explore w him and I really hope it pays off, so thank you!!!

Girl, eye—someties

did Itachi Uchiha send me this

(i love u too)

RIGHT!!! i would have never guessed. Like, if Kishi could see us... he’d be fucking floored....

Queen!!! I do!!! I don’t have much up rn but I got 234232 Word docs with WIP fics that I hope to post at some point, ty ilysm 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/JoSkelly

@any59​ ty ty!

Ahhhh!!! thank you!!! It was my biggest project to date <3 

(HxH spoilers below vvvvv)

I don’t really think Feitan is... so far removed from his emotions (Like Meruem) that he would really need to change that drastically for someone if he really liked them—that being said, he’s not going to change, either. If by change we mean he’s suddenly as enamored and endearing with them as Meruem is with Komugi... then I don’t think that’s going to happen regardless. We kinda see Feitan being a good and decently considerate comrade to the Troupe, so that would obviously extend to this girl/boy, maybe with a sliver of extra fondness if we’re talking romantically. But otherwise, Feitan seems like a “you get what you get” type of guy, that would inherently be *tender* with someone he liked, but not so tender that he’d have to have a whole philosophical/personality change

Ok now I’m confusing myself aksjdhfkjs. Basically:

Meruem had to like, undergo some existential shit to get where he was Komugi. I think Feitan already has the capacity to care for someone, even if his way of caring isn’t exactly rainbows and butterflies. So it’s not like he has to change. He just has to find the right person that doesn’t 1) get on his nerves and 2) get on his nerves enough that he’s gonna kill them

Feitan is a simple man. You piss him off. You die. You don’t? Ok. He’ll be nice

I did!!!

Thank you for accepting me I’m glad to be here

akjdhfakjshfsj i know this was a serious comment but when i first read it I wanted to laugh asdhfkasjhf the “ap lit” inclusion sent me. What was so horrible about ap lit that this girl thought she was dying? Ap lit will really get you

(But I know!! I’d forgotten I’d taken it that morning! I have one of those cute pill organizers and I thought I’d taken it out but did not...)

Forgive me!!! I felt dumba fterwards hence why I deleted the post. Do not worry! This is the dose I was prescribed. I figured I would get some really manic reactions when trying a new dosage so now I know that’s not gonna work lol 

ajkshdfkjshfjksa izuna wants tobirama’s death to be as quick and natural as possible

thank  you!!!! I didn’t think you guys would like them so much <3

@blackstrawberrynightmare​

It’s been so long since I watched Psycho Pass or even looked into anything about it so pls take my thoughts with a grain of salt but:

I’m gonna say probably not? He’s one of those typical antags that have such strong ideals that... I don’t think even if the corrupt system was taken down he’d be entirely absolved of his ideals, or at the least, of the journey he’s taken in pursuit of those ideals. I don’t think a guy like him could ultimately settle down once the dust clears, and especially not with a lover or a family or anything like that. If he did want to lead a normal life it would probably be in seclusion

Thank you!!!!!!

skjhasjkdfhajkhsd they would never. Only room for one tongue on that body and they’ll fight for their tongue rights

Ahhh yeah my master post is so bad I swear I’m gonna fix it one day—I don’t think I have one of Madara!

I do not ):

@cacauatecacauate​ thanks for the kind words!! I’m not accepting requests right now though! I am planning on posting more to that story though, just not right now!

(I think this was in response to when I missed your ko-fi about the bakers) thank you! and thanks for supporting!