#there's never going to be a break with this project im just accepting that now; i just wish i could have a few days to breathe

[llondonfog]

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[wickjump]

Also food for thought about Cross and dadmare (cause me and Pigeonstab talked about this a while ago and it’s reminded me) what about when Cross messes up or does something wrong and is confused when Nightmare just kinda tells him to knock it off instead of degrading or hurting him? Or if one of the others messes up and Cross instinctively goes to protect them like he used to do for Papyrus (which confuses the hell out of whoever he’s protecting and Nightmare)

if you ever want to raid my dms with thoughts about cross (or any of the bad sanses) i would be so happy because this is going to make me have a stroke /pos ANYWYA warning for self indulgence

whenevr killer breaks somrthing and nm asks who did it cross instantly takes the blame (everyone in the room knows cross is too careful for that) because he doesn’t want killer to get hurt, and maybe he thinks he’s too newbie to blame killer. gotta prove his worth, yk?

but nightmare doesn’t do anything about it? he scolds killer (because cross’ attempt at taking the blame failed) briefly but eventually just.. does nothing. he is rich because he steals from universes on the near daily who cares about a vase. and it confuses and terrifies cross. but then he rationalizes— his dad never punished him when others were around. surely nightmare is just waiting to catch killer alone. so cross spends the rest of the day glued to killer’s side and eyeing nightmare warily.

the first time he ever ‘disobeys’ nightmare in some lighthearted way with the others he freezes and starts to shake when nightmare ‘catches them’ (he doesn’t care lmfao they’re all grown ass men they can do what they want) because he’s convinced he’ll be beaten or maybe left without food or even yelled at, and he doesn’t want any of that to happen, but he disobeyed nightmare, so he’d deserve it- and nightmare just leaves. tells them not to make too much noise because it woke him up and he leaves.

it freaks the fuck out of cross. he is convinced that the other shoe is going to drop any moment now and it leaves him entirely on edge for months. and everyone’s aware and have varying levels of concern (they’ve dealt with similar things too, but cross’ seems more ingrained. killer is the one who gets it the most, given how things were somewhat similar with chara for a while). also it would probably mess up horror if cross like. assumed he wouldn’t be allowed to eat for the next few days because he messed up somehow. because not only does it implies food was withheld from him in the past (im projecting) but that he believes they’d do that to him and just accepts that.

ive got so many more thoughts ab him but this is getting rambly ill shut up now CAN YOU TWLL HES MYFAVORITE……

[yoonkiwii]

Pieces of Love

word count: 1079

genre: exes to fwb to ???, breakup, love triangle, slowburn, eventual smut, series

summary: it's going to be a long road to redemption once yoongi breaks your heart for the last time. determined to come back to yourself, you start your journey by finally leaving his sheets. will you have the strength to push through? or will someone special stumble upon you along the way?

pairing: yoongi x oc, yoongi x oc x jungkook

warnings: angst (oops!), implied smut (minors DNI!!!), poor oc is very confused with her emotions, yoongi is possibly a jerk!, lots of conflicted emotions here, cussing, i think that's all?, yoongi is a liar, oh and everything is lowercase intentionally.

a/n: ahhh hello!!!! so, although i am no stranger to writing fics, this is my first on this new lil baby blog. this is my own long awaited return to something i never thought i'd have the courage to come back to. this series means a lot to me, and while i know i'm rather unknown, pls show this project lots of love hehe <3

if you could rewind the tapes of your life to see the exact events that led you directly to this moment unfurling in front of you, you’re not so sure you’d accept it.

the whisper of kisses gliding across your skin used to feel like sparks, tiny fires planting on every plane of your existence. but as the flares settle, all you can feel is the burn.

it’s like this every time you and your ill fated lover meet in your match of flames. dancing breaths mingling, evidence of your downpour flowing out onto his sheets, his inevitable high cascading onto your skin. drowning out the remnants of pain until reality brings you ashore, fervent lights that he reignited put out by your sea of emotional sickness.

even as you pick yourself, clothes and broken emotions off the floor, you still don’t realize that you’re being spoken to.

“___? did you hear what i said?”

ah. you just wanna go home. rinse the feeling of him and your tears down the drain.

“sorry, what was that?” your voice hoarse, proof of the number he did on you.

“you good? i actually have something serious i want to talk about.” his eyes on you, but seeing through rather than at you. you watch as they drag down your body, contemplating. as to what, you’re not so certain that you wanna know.

silence encompasses you, his words settling like a pitch black night sky over you.

“what’s up.” not your best response, but it’s not like he deserves it anyways.

“do you think… i don’t know, should we try this again? you and i?” vulnerability, something you seldom see, is adorning his face. his delivery so quiet you could act like you missed it if you really wanted to. like he really could mean it if you let yourself be delusional enough.

alas, your heart always takes the lead. your head slowly rising until you make that dreaded eye contact, the blood in your veins turning into ice as you blink, over and over again.

your expression must be the personification of a question mark, brows furrowed and cheeks rosy despite the snow storm you feel within. time feels like it’s passing so slowly that you can almost see, feel him in slow motion.

deep breath.

maybe one more.

“i– what do you mean? try what again? do i need to remind you of the last time we— im sorry. but why.” why now? what in his pea male sized brain thinks he can shake your heart like this yet again, is what you’re really wanting to say. the bubbling feelings of rage coming up your throat prevent you from unleashing months worth of hurt.

but the answer is because of you. you allow it. it’s also the reason why you don’t completely snap.

you hear the rustling of sheets as he moves to the edge of the bed, eyes downcast as you try to remember that counting thing your therapist taught you and fuck he’s reaching for your hand.

taking a sharp breath in, he smooths out your rigid fingers in an attempt to soothe you or himself, you’re not sure. but it’s not lost on you that this is the first time he’s touched you outside of when you’ve had sex in the last 8 months.

“you and i both know that we keep coming back for a reason. i love-“

“don’t. don’t you fucking dare.” looks like the anger has reached it’s boiling point, your hand being snatched away as he looks up at you in defeat. haphazardly throwing your clothes on, shame be damned as you quickly make your way to the door with your skirt not even zipped all the way up.

“you can run all you want, but you’ll be right back here again next week and you know it.” his boldness so loud it almost drowns out the self hatred of knowing he’s right. almost.

your hand brushes against the knob until it falls limp at your side. eyes closing, damn you’re too tired of this.

“what do you want, yoongi?” loss coloring your face, he thinks you look pretty when you’re sad.

“you. i want you, ___.”

“you didn’t want me when you were fucking your way through the entire city, you didn’t love me when you lied so much that even you couldn’t tell what the truth was anymore. you dont want me. you just want me to love you. you just want me to want you.” you huff out a laugh that’s meant to come out condescending, but really you just sound hurt. because you are. you are so so so tired.

“if there’s anything you could’ve learned about me in the last three years of whatever the fuck this shitshow has been, it’s that i’m stubborn. i may be wrong more often than not, but you don’t get to decide. you don’t have that control. asshole.” flicking him off for good measure, you burst open the door, not even bothering to give him the satisfaction of the last laugh as you bulldoze your way through his apartment and out the door.

fuck the elevator, you head straight for the stairs.

being in this building feels like purgatory, the memories it holds are too much to bare. not that it hasn’t stopped you in this little cat and mouse game from coming back here.

but you’ve decided. you can’t do this shit anymore. whatever spell yoongi casts on you is about to be broken, your eyes finally opening to the endless void that exists within you whenever you leave his bed. you’ve lost many friends, are losing passion for your job, and even the will to push through the darkness that swallowed you on the day your love died.

the funny thing about control is that you’ve never once had it. it used to scare the living christ out of you, but at the tender age of 27, you feel like for once it’s what you need. to let go. to be free of the shackles you place upon yourself trying to be what everyone else wants you to be.

gone are the days that you bury yourself in your bed because you’re to ashamed to face anything but your four walls. it’s not even about proving anything or anyone wrong at this point, you just want to feel again. you want joy. and you’ll have it. you know you will.

[edelwoodsouls]

hi hello i read your AMAZING aaa fics on ao3 and now im stalking you on tumblr (sorry) but you're like the only other person ive seen who understands billy in a way that fits with my brainrot 😅😅 so thank you very much for that!!

i was just wondering what other thoughts you might have about him that you havent had a chance to work into a fic yet?? 👀👀

hey hi hello and thank you!!! i have many thoughts most which are just unintelligible screeching

unfortunately i have not read the comics (yet) so my brand of brainrot is at a slight disadvantage, HOWEVER. the thoughts persist and so do i

most importantly, billy has body dysphoria, and i will die on this hill. i've already covered it a bit but i will be endless about it!! that boy was a baby and then five and then ten in the space of like three days, and then suddenly he was in a different body and thirteen!! of course his body fits wrong!! (and projecting trans feelings onto characters is a hobby of mine so. yeah.)

i am a HUGE believer in the "billy has some memories from Westview" theory. i don't know how many, but i think the only thing that explains the shift in his behaviour after the sigil breaks is that his memories were hidden by it. i also think he does, at some point, regain tiny bits of william kaplan's memories too- his whole thing is mind magic and resurrection, you can't tell me there aren't fragments of william floating around up there

also now that we have morally grey billy confirmed i would love to see him go down the same road as agatha and wanda, which i think is very realistic. both of them, at one point or another, refused to accept that death was the end, and fought accordingly. billy meanwhile, who was essentially raised by two all-powerful witches and an undead supercomputer, who resurrected himself and then his brother, has literally never seen death as a permanent state. i fully believe it does not compute for him!! which is why sharon and alice's deaths especially threw him over the edge because he could not understand what was happening. i would love to see him and rio becoming nemeses of sorts, especially now he has ghost agatha kicking around with him encouraging his worst habits- because okay, rio let him go one time because she made a deal with agatha, but i am expecting him to just. keep resurrecting people. it's never had a direct consequence for him before so why would it now?

do i have more thoughts? almost definitely but i must let them cook further i think (watch me rewatch the show seven times just to dig the brainrot deeper)

[hughiecampbelle]

Petals (Roy!Sibling x Connor Roy)

Character/s: Connor, Shiv, Roman, Logan, Willa, Marcia

Word Count: 1,315

Requested: hello! is it okay if i request more roy baby sibling and connor? i’d like to see them asking connor to dance at shiv’s wedding (or maybe even at his wedding?)! thank you :) - anon

Requested: your younger roy sibling hcs have been rotting my brain recently and now im imagining 8 year old them making a drawing for connor's birthday that is them holding hands with big hearts and "wish you were my daddy" written in big kid letters (probably with spelling mistakes) and connor just like. sobbing when he reads it. i feel like hed be such a big father role to a significantly younger sibling (i personally imagine them and roman having a around 10 year gap, so thats probably like ~35 years of different between them and connor). and we all know what a shitty dad logan is/was, so i can see younger sibling calling connor after some big fight with logan and crying while begging him to pick them up and let them live with him and it breaks his heart cause logan would never let it happen and he tried but couldnt protect ken and shiv and rome and he just wishes he could at least protect his baby sib but he just cant and it kills him. anyway happy thursday thought haha roy family brainrot - @fromirkwood

Inspired By: Petals on the Moon by Wasia Project

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I know the second one wasn't exactly a request, but I couldn't get it out of my head!!! Big Bro Connor is my absolute favorite!! I hope this doesn't rot in your brain too long my love lol. I just couldn't get it out of my head, especially when it was combined with the other request!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Time is a thief, at least that’s what he thinks when he looks at you, spinning with your sister on the dance floor. Your smile is so bright, so wide, your cheeks flushed. You drank too much, no doubt it was Roman refilling your glass without your notice. The song picks up speed, picks up in joy, and you break out into laughter, you and Shivy. It’s as if you’re in your own world and only she’s in it. You spin and jump and sing along, your niece and nephew beside you and the bride. He hasn’t seen you this electric, this alive, so much like your old self, in weeks. Connor considered himself lucky to be able to watch, to bear witness. Just moments ago you were a baby, doodling with your thick crayons, mistakenly calling him Dad instead of Logan. Only recently had he learned that's who he was in your phone, Dad, that Logan was simply Logan. Years pass, but so little changes. He still had all your fathers day cards stashed away, hidden before your real father caught what you were doing. Stick figures, one tall, one small, hand in hand surrounded by flowers and butterflies and other bugs. Happy Fathers Day Connor. Your uppercase letters always slanted, crooked, his name spelled with one N instead of two. It wasn’t long until his figure started sprouting gray hair, graying far earlier than anyone else in the family, and yours grew taller every year. Connor feared you might have forgotten about him, that you were getting too old to need your eldest brother like your siblings had, but you proved him wrong after that night. 

You hadn’t even wanted to go to the wedding. It was so bad. Whatever was said and done remained a mystery. You wouldn’t tell him, tell anyone, just that it was bad. He’d gone with Willa to pick something out for you, knowing you left the house with nothing. You refused to try it on, to come out of the spare bedroom. It wasn’t until the day before when they were getting ready to leave, accepting that there was no way you were going, did you come out with your outfit packed. You weren’t going to miss Shiv's big day because of him, you declared, and it was settled. He couldn’t contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear. Letting her down, letting him down, just because of your old man, it seemed like a cruel punishment. You sat beside him in the plane, his hand on your knee, trying to disregard the dread in your chest. They’d all heard about your big blow out, they all wanted to know, going to Connor first instead of you. You were the closest, you told him everything. When he had nothing to say, when all he could offer was a warning, it said something, something more than he was expecting: whatever happened got to you. It genuinely hurt you. They imagined the worst, unsure of what to do. He was at a loss, too. Your father could say and do as he pleased, you’d always been the best at ignoring him, especially when he was in one of his moods, but this time? This time was different. It stung more than all of the other fights you’d had with him, and there were some memorable ones. Never had you yelled back like that, never had you stormed out in a fury, never had you sobbed to your brother like that on the phone. This wasn’t the kind of thing that would go away on its own. It wouldn’t heal with time. 

He could almost forget the crack in your voice as he watched you now. That sad, crying child looked so different from the young adult on the dance floor. Eventually you came over to him, asking him to dance. As if on cue, a slower song came on. This was far different than the last time you danced together. You stood on his shoes, swaying, giggling that high pitched giggle, the one that made his heart melt. You were so little then, so tiny, he was scared to let go. Now you swayed on your own, your arms around him as if you’re scared he’ll flee, your face buried into his chest. Thank you for letting me stay with you. It came out mumbled, muffled, but he understood. Anytime, kiddo. You’re a pleasure to have. Your eyes were big when you looked up at him, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth or not. His smile, so reassuring, told you he meant it. I’m sorry about Pops. you shook your head, not wanting to hear his name, not wanting your brother to carry the guilt for him. If he was going to apologize you were going to hear it from him. Not anyone else. Connor spent the entire night putting distance between the two of you, becoming your human shield. Logan, it seemed, had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal, kissing Shiv, saying hello to your brothers, like nothing was amiss. They each shared a glance, all looking to Connor for help, for guidance, just like they had when they were little. He knew what he had to do. How bad was it, kiddo? He asks. Bad. It’s all you can say without upsetting yourself all over again. 

He called you his greatest failure. Spineless. A mistake. You don’t remember how it started, only that you were bleeding out on the floor before him and he refused to put the knife down. A plague to the Roy name, a curse, a bad seed. You never should have been born. A loser. Incompetent. He’s not sure where you came from, but you are certainly not his. You should be smarter, work harder, but instead you are nothing, you are nobody. No one has ever or will ever love you. It hits you so hard, so forcefully, it knocks the wind out of you. He means it, he means every word, but especially that. That’s what kills you, that’s what makes the tears slip down your cheeks. That’s not true, you try to spit back, but he’s not listening and you’re crying, and you’re proving him right. He keeps talking. You can’t hear it, though. You’re gone. You’ve retreated into yourself, so far back he cannot possibly get you. You stand there, unmoving, as he gets in your face. No one has or will ever love you. No one has or will ever love you. It plays on loop, again and again until you cannot breathe. Finally you back away, you run from him, slamming each door behind you. Marcia calls out to you, hearing what went down, but nothing can stop you. Through the busy sidewalks, sobbing uncontrollably, you call him. You can’t repeat what he said, you still can’t. You know that would make him furious, all of them, and it is not their burden to carry. A quiet fear has settled in the back of your mind: what if he’s right? 

If he knew, if Connor knew, he would have killed his father. No one said that to his baby, no one ever dared talk to you that way. But he doesn’t, and he never will. You have vowed to yourself that neither him nor your other siblings will know, for fear that they might agree with him. That they’ll show you he’s right. Instead they watch you carefully, ready to intervene should that be necessary. You hold on to him tight long after the song ends, not wanting to let go, to be alone with Logan's words. Connor doesn’t mind at all. He’s his happiest when his siblings need him, when you need him. He’ll always be there to rescue you. Always. It’s his job, you’re his greatest love. You all are.

[my-own-au-my-way]

Mechanic-Sukuna

Part 2:

It was shortly after the confrontation of that weird lady trying to flirt with Sukuna that a friend request popped up, seen this she stares at It as though It were just some glitch or mistake unsure what to do.

A female friend named Jessica staying with her In the workshop then sees her expression,"Hey whats up?."

Getting up from her seat saunters over and grabs her best friends phone , finally getting a reaction. Keeping it away from her frantic grabbing, almost  getting chased manages to see the phone screen and why Y/n was in a daze."GIRL! HE ACTUALLY WANTS TO TALK!."

With one pounce Y/n retrieved her phone and was blushing so red that a tomato would be jealous,"Please please please PLEASE j-just do not do that again Jessica!!! Like really you know how shy I am! Besides, you very well know why no man wants to date me-"

A hand of Jessicas covers Y/n's mouth,"Shhhhhh sh sh sh nu uh!! No ways we going over this again.

*Pulling her hand away after a second*

I keep telling you, If guys only want you for your looks and can not accept you a tiny bit on the curvy side then just walk away from them!. You also know my Aunt is curvier and hell she rocks those denim jeans like they made for her!."

Y/n just facepalms watching her bestie half dancing around, knowing It was just to make the moment funny.

Watching her best friend walk over to the window of the work shop and close the blinds, signalling that Its break time. Reluctantly Y/n accepts the friend requests and just stares at the screen, suddenly a pop up notification of a message received. The message was from Sukuna himself.

Her palms sweating then fumbles her phone and flops onto her old sofa, opening the message. The heat that creeped up her neck, tinting her cheeks a light shade of pink.

The message reads:

"So I saw your comment, Im rather curious as to what you favour fixing. Not many other mechanics I know of, not that I talk to any of the others anyway."

Y/n stuffs her already blushing face into her favourite scatter cushion and almost screamed.

Jessica saw this while sweeping up the work shops floor, her smirk *very* obvious."Oooooh look at you~."

Y/n throws her scatter pillow at Jessica,"Sh- Shut up!!!. He only wants to talk about work stuff!."

Her best friend half heartedly walks away giggling at Y/n's flustered reaction.

Back at Sukunas workshop, he was finishing up with his latest project. A motor bike that many say that since It's custom made can go for a lot of money. Though finances do not bother Sukuna, he owns many workshops and dealerships that sell what he makes.

A message popped up on his phone, a reply from Y/n which made him lose interest momentarily to read It.

Chuckling to himself reading the message, replies Immediately.

Thinking to himself as he busies himself yet again on this motorbike, he never really had any intentions to make any female friends as they all seemed to have one intention. However now all he could think of was Y/n. It annoyed him a little, yet he didn't hate the fact his mind Is occupied by Y/n. Her message that he read a moment ago, how adorable she was seeming to be flustered In the text.

@gojos-version

[davekat-sucks]

Im not a poc, or at least if im mixed im white passing so maybe i dont get an opinion on this

But i dont get why people want so badly the trolls who would be out to be racist charactictures of poc, to be poc? Like just because they are stereotypes and shit, it comes off like theyve never interacted with actual poc in their life?

For every "poc druggie" gamzee type ive met, ive met three more who were white or white passing.

Same for like eridan, feferi, meenah, etc. Etc. They all remind me of white people ive met irl over any poc i met. Ive met a lot of meenahs, eridans, feferis, during my life- all white. Most of the time black people ive met or poc on general just break all those molds, while white people just fill the niche? If that make sense? Like theyre stereotypes for a reason, more often than not theyre not accurate, their slander or even just projection.

Hell feferi comes across as one of those white girl who have white girl savoir complexes but still fuck up and fail and secretly hate all the responsibility theyve put on themselves trying to be "perfect ally".

Also Hs^2 attempt to retcon the symbolic black silhouette used for older/adult trolls to make that come across as mythologically mysterious and stuff that were being accused of being black face back in the day that are now just no actually trolls skin just gets darker with age, as if thats not arguably worse? Its a retcon to "unproblematic-ify" the problems of HS proper, but in its attempt to do so.. is worse somehow???

Like as a hole, the fandoms attempt to retcon and fix fhe racism...feels like its just being actually racist. Like go ahead and read into and pick apart Hussi's writing decesions all you want, but like. Even in well meaning jest, i feel like they fail, so terribly hard.

Homestuck trolls are trolls. Not humans. Yes part of the joke is their culture largely is earth but trollified. But i think in their rightousness to do better then the yeah, admittedly shitty aged comic we all love, theyve done it and themselves dirty. Theyve took the joke too far, and i dont think they are even in on the joke at all.

Adult trolls being only shadow black silhouettes were suppose to mirror the human Guardians as they are all white. Part of it was for the mysterious theme, as said. But likely have became an actual thing because of The Condesce being the only living adult troll at the time, who still appeared as a black silhouette even up to her death. She could have possibly stayed that way as a familiarity of kids vs adults and how she is intimidating and the final boss, but it's a thing now that trolls having darker skin as they age is canon. Hey, the fandom wants dark skin on trolls so they can project POC on it. They got their wish. I think when people try to make trolls or humans as 'accurate' as possible for being POC, it soon becomes more of a stereotype than actual diversity and representation. They deny about it and some praise that the over-exaggeration of traits is good representation. The characters become more like someone's OC than the actual characters they were from. Drawing on-model is a sin in the Western fandom. Some also don't realize some implications considering what happens to certain characters to a series. Like if someone headcanons that Eridan was trans, people forget that he was killed by Kanaya. Does that mean Kanaya was in the right for killing a trans person then? What about Vriska being black and Aradia as Asian? Her killing an Asian person is now okay? It's why we got shit like people being upset that Gamzee and Meenah are supposedly black stereotypes.

It's sad that nobody can accept fantasy or sci-creatures as they are. It's why we got shot like orcs in DND now being GOOD people when they were just monsters. Everything has to be connected or related to human standards. They can never have their own customs, cultures, or beliefs.

[arkiwii]

Little prompt I wrote after Lone Trail. Silence's new life is a huge change to her, and it's something that impacts me a lot in her character. There's normally no spoilers other what is said in her alter's files. I wrote it at the first person, from Silence's point of view. I post it here completely because it's short, so it's alright.

I cried writing this so I hope everyone will cry equally, or else im a little wussy baby

"Just a dance"

Flashes of light and deafening noises took away my senses. It took me more than a minute to get used to the new environment behind the door. I knew I could not turn away or hide myself. Silent as my name, I now became the center of their conversation, the rising star they look up to.

Dressed in a way too luxurious black dress, I stepped carefully in the big hall. At my side, Saria was here, equally beautifully dressed. Many faces looked at us, different expressions, joyous greetings, and I replied to each of them individually, a forced smile on my face.

I could smell the alcohol, the perfume, as an orchestra concert added to the cacophony. Yet, I never had been one to enjoy attending parties.

It was now a common occurrence. On special occasions, me and Saria needed to attend these celebrations, as the representative of Rhine Lab. We could decline them, surely, but for our image, and to get the chance to create links and give birth to interesting collaborations and projects with other companies, we had to. It was not pleasing, and neither of us enjoyed it. Well, surely Saria has more experience - but me, I used to be nothing but a researcher.

I can't recall how long I spoke. It felt like words flowed from my mouth without ceasing. Many different voices, many new faces, a flow of questions, I had to keep up. I could feel my throat getting dry, and my chest vibrating from my voice. Drinks were turned down, worries were dismissed, my image had remained flawless.

Sometimes, I ask myself if I appreciate my new life. Working as the executive advisor of Component Control, as well as Rhine Lab's representative on the Scientific Ethics Consensus Committee, is… Different. This is not a simple work as a researcher like I used to. This is no longer a matter of entering a laboratory only for results to leave.

There are times where I wonder if I am suited for this. Shy, introverted, social interactions are always the greatest of difficulties to me. Crowds scare me, eyes on me make me feel heavy.

These waters are brand new. And it was an ocean. One I stepped in, voluntarily. I was - no, I still am afraid. I feel like I have no idea where I was heading to. But I continued to step forward, deeper and deeper in the waters. Without looking behind.

I can not look behind. I must face the future. For Rhine Lab, for Trimounts, for Columbia. For science as a whole. Because, if I did not, if it was not me, maybe it would have been someone else, maybe it would never have happened. Limits would have continued being pushed, lives would have been taken away again and again, morality and ethics broken. I am the only one suited for this.

More than once I wanted to break down.

"Would you like to dance?"

But I never did.

I took her hand. I thought that perhaps, a moment to take my soul away would do me good. I never had been a great dancer, so I let Saria take the lead. Her face remained neutral, her eyes fixed on mine. Yet I could still find comfort in this never changing person.

It felt as if the world around us faded away. It was only us, for this moment, alone. Addictive. I did not want it to stop. On the left, on the right, my arms around her neck, her hands on my waist. No words were told from the moment I accepted her invitation. We did not need them.

I understood why I kept going. It's because she's here. She has been my lighthouse, from the very first moment we met. I am where I am today, thanks to her. Because I followed her steps, I looked up to her, I wanted to be like her. Stronger, able to protect those I care, able to step forward to the future. And despite the never constant chances in my life, she remained the same as ever, familiar, comforting.

It hurts to say that I need her. But I know she needs me equally.

I closed my eyes. I let her steps, her movements guide me. Even in the pitch darkness, I could still see the light.

It was just a dance, to the outside view.

But it was the world, to me.

[skybristle]

im jsut gonna shamelessly dump this from dms with mac idgaf

also been thinking abt how rays and sparks were friendss..................... The dynamic must've been sooo fun........... Sparks also probably knew reefs pretty well as its head technician. Can you imagine how much she would have had to trust it !!!!

mac: "God. to have to look back on all the good times knowing now that they'd BETRAY you like that. Sparks cant ever look at them the same even if she wanted to. She TRUSTED THEM!!! she let them into her most vulnerable parts, let them take care of her and tend to her structure!!! and they then went on to hurt her! that SUCKS. for all parties involved, but especially because of how much dependence sparks had on them...."

EXACTLYY !!! !ITS SO EVILLLL

Sure her trust breaks with ancients and her creators in general. But she really never has a personal realtionship again with anyone after the expansions. I wonder how much of reefs she sees in chimes. I wonder how much her skin crawls every time she sits through him talking about his ancients and city and his 'mama'.

i think thats why out of all of them sparks likes ochre the most despite flor being relatively quiet. she doesn't have that personal hurt with amber the way she does with reefs, since amber was long gone from her project by the time everything crumbled. even as chimes is so warm and friendly she just butts heads with him instinctually and really can't trust anyone, let alone reefs creation.

Of course that changes in off string and stuff where chimes and sparks relationship becomes Immensely important but in canon they're like. estranged.

they should be family. He should be like a little brother to her. He probably would have been had reefs just gone and built an iterator withotu all fo that happening. But that's not what ever would have happened

Rays tries to tell her about chimes construction [and ochres] as hes in development. as a late apology, as news, as whatever he frames it as in their tense conversations. but she just doesn't want to hear any of it anymore

mac: "She loses the people in her life who supported her the most, they betray her horribly, and she's expected to be able to trust people after that??? fuckkk no. And god,,,,, chimes. Chimes is so so close to reefs and. Sparks just has to. Watch that. FUCK"

ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE POLITICAL DEVELOPMENTS IN CHORUS WHERE REEFS STRONGMANS SUCH A DIFFERENT CULTURE !!! ITS THE ENVY !!! WHY COULDNT HAVE THAT BEEN HER. HOW COULD REEFS SAY ALL THAT AND HAVE DONE WHAT IT DID TO HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STARTS EATING GLASS

i dont think she ever hated chimes or anything its just every interaction with him is so tainted and he'll never really understand why. I think thats also why him specifically turning on her and getting into a fight with her is what sends her over.

sparks would have never TOLD him that this is what she sees, that she's been hrut like this, because chimes is a new generation past her expansions and theres no need. she doesn't need to burden him with that beyond what he already knows. i think he would have really tried to make up for it had he known. But he doesn't and so he lives his happy life as sparks just. watches with frustration

which fucks me up about off string because in my head she DOES tell him. she DOES !! FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

haah sparks you get to grow and be a better person and escape without suciide but you have to have these hard conversations and you have to put yourself out there and you have to have faith that you won't be stabbed in the back haha sparks

mac: "she HAS to learn to trust others. Which sucks. She's been betrayed so hard in the past, but part of healing is accepting that you can learn to put your faith into people again!!! she has friends!!!!!! GAGDH"

i need her to like. Get her ass beat by something and chimes [who is VERY much a coward when it comes to combat] doesnt hesitate to go in there to grab her and pull her away. I needdd a million little things to pile up to shore up the initially stringy trust she's put in her group. I need them to become her friends i need her to get better !!! RIPS SHIRT OFF

boooo shed your godhood and live the human experience and do dumb shit. fucking lsoer

[stillresolved]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: ferre :)

PRONOUNS?: they / them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: tumblr ims for newcomers, discord for friends/longtime writing partners!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: rn aeri's taken over, but on here, it rotates fairly often; i also always have brainrot for suki & patrick ♡

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: 9-10 years? i started in the shitty ims of quizilla, didn't realize this is something ppl actually did as a hobby for another year before i moved to tumblr. i believe i was on-and-off for about four years before in 2018, i made calum, where the hobby became more permanent, took a year long break and then came back in 2021....u're all stuck with me for life now :)

BEST EXPERIENCE?: THE PLOTTED GROUP VERSES I HAVE WITH THE PPL :'D from the thg verse to the crime verse AND NOW!! the celebrity verse i never thought i'd get to write and plot such intricate ideas with my partners, so it makes me SO HAPPY and thankful to have stuck around here all this time; also whatever's going on with suki & her co-workers i'm in, i love it

RP PET PEEVES?: admittedly, a lot :'D but moving blogs has helped with getting away from constantly encountering these pet peeves :D if i have to name one then recently i've been getting turned off by ppl who are always their soapboxes lecturing about rp. they talk about how rp should be and how people should interact with one another, but most of the time? i hardly see them practice what they preach. if you want quality partners, you have to be one first- that's how you find ur people :/ also excessive, consistent saltiness- i get uncomfortable.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: i don't really care, just as long as there's character/relationship development going on. that being said- if you want pain that will make u yell at me in the dms, hit me up ♡ ( i have references :DD )

PLOTS OR MEMES?: honestly plots all the way, but i'm also very picky with who i plot with in-depth, so memes are good ways to break the ice.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i tend to match my partners so most of the time my replies end up on the longer side...that being said, i am always down for shorter threads, it's a good exercise in brevity.

TIME TO WRITE?: recently it's been more on the weekends as i have solo writing projects i work on during the week although i do tend to hold onto completed replies/memes so that i can mass post them when i have a few more completed.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: NAH, one thing that's been making me happier these days is that i'm starting?? to branch out a bit more from the good beans i'm accustomed to writing....when it comes to portraying my characters, my goal isn't to make them do the right thing so much as do the most interesting ic thing ♡

tagged by: i stole it ♡ tagging: @geaesaekki @mythvoiced @velvetineblue @theimpalpable ( for when you've finished renovating :D ) @bloodxhound @byanyan @crue1 @irrwicht and you! stealing is acceptable in this house :D

[blood-injections]

ooh tell me about amputee Ghoul whump (I was considering doing an amputee Kobra fic actually but I'm not sure how to write that so I'd be interested to hear your thoughts)

It's just a one shot about him having a prosthetic leg and having to accept help when soreness he's been ignoring all day catches up to him during a firefight and he can't walk back to the trans am and he's fucking frustrated because he feels like a liability, a cripple, and the others have to keep putting in his head that jeez no, just because you need help or mobility aids doesn't mean you're a liability to us >:(

Basically it's yet another fic in which I project on fun ghoul and put him in Situations, specifically ones I've been in lmao cause I'm an amputee myself. Anyway so ask me anytime if you're unsure how to write Kobra or any other character, it depends on the amputation, like I have a prosthetic leg so thats what I gave Ghoul, and I'm not really sure what specific things someone with say a missing arm would go through, but if they have a prosthetic, I'd imagine a lot of the same chronic pain and soreness, because your skin tends to get irritated easily in a socket, and if you sweat in it especially, the stump or wherever it rubs against you gets really raw really easily, rashes or blisters, hot spots, and when its like that it fucking hurts, I've had it bad a couple times and could hardly put any weight on my leg because every step just feels like you're getting stabbed or like a shock is shooting up your leg though your bones. And yikes, for a killjoy i can only imagine, living in the desert and being on your feet all day and sweating in that heat would be hell. It also depends like what kind of prosthetic, like if it's an actual one with a socket, they'd deal with that, but its danger days so what if they had a cybernetic one without a socket? They wouldn't have those hot spots but I imagine they'd be crazy sore wherever skin and metal connects, idk why but something tells me it'd be crazy itchy? Like, just past where it cybernetic part starts, a scratch you can never itch. And they could have phantom limb pain too if the character has lost the limb and didn't always have it like that. i dont know what thats like because i was born with my disability, but I'd imagine it's like dysphoria if anything, something aching thats not there, and then also wanting something or in this case, wanting something back so bad its agony, because if they lost their limb I'm sure they'd grieve it bad for a bit, maybe even forever, I know a lot of people that lose limbs struggle to accept that yeah, you're disabled now.

There's so may other things I could go into like parts breaking and how difficult it'd probably be to fix or replace them in the zones and mobility aid specifics and ohh the dehabilitating back pain you have if your prosthetic leg isnt the perfect length and your hips arent level, etc etc, if you do write the amputee kobra fic and need anything else im your guy :)

[tteokdoroki]

🌸 - I just want to establish the following isn’t an attack on all shippers of this ship because not all of you are toxic it’s just that some of y’all scare me;

So I have been having a few mental health issues this week and I have the bkdk tag blocked but I can’t figure out how to block tags on yt and instagram so I literally started crying when I was exposed to it. I experienced a lot of toxicity from them on twt so I can’t even look at the ship but kiribaku has been my comfort ship. Unfortunately because the canon material has been focused on deku and bakugo, which makes me deeply uncomfortable. I don’t have the context but the sheer idea of bakugo having feelings for the nerd, even in subtext makes me physically sick. It’s not that I don’t like deku, it’s just that the ship feels like pseudo incest because in my interpretation they act like brothers. Also the fact that kirishima isn’t really relevant as much anymore bothers me. He’s a good character on his own and I’ve accepted the fact that it won’t be canon because it’s shonen. But after kamijiro (which I also have blocked in tags but don’t mind at the moment) had that out of pocket scene that caused me a literal mental breakdown (long story), my mental health can’t handle the fact that bakugo literally sacrificed himself for deku without even a reference to his CANON BEST FRIEND kirishima. I deeply hope that we get a blatant confirmation that bakugo and deku have a BROTHERLY relationship even if we don’t get any on screen kiribaku crumbs. I want reassurance that bkdk would never happen and for the toxic shippers to stop posting bkdk content under the krbk tags and stop trying to force your ship onto others. I already had a crisis about accidentally falling in love with a fictional character (Denki) and feeling heartbroken but now I have to deal with possible subtextual evidence for bkdks and a lack of krbk content in canon. Please tell me I’m just the subtext wrong and that in context I don’t have to worry. I’m freaking out because I’ve seen krbk solos literally get doxxed on twitter and harassed by toxic bkdks.

listen, im only going to answer this ask/topic once im pretty sure i’ve addressed this with you personally already. this is not the first time I’ve warned you about trauma dumping here but im going to set some boundaries. please don’t do this in my inbox — i don’t know you personally and I’m literally just a girl on tumblr writing porn. i am not your best friend, you cannot dump issues on me like this out of the blue, especially without considering how they make me feel myself. you do not know me.

secondly as a person who regularly engages with both bkdk and krbk content i think this is extremely selfish and ridiculous for you to send this to me 😭 just because YOU had a bad experience with bkdk doesnt mean i should have this projected onto me. i am just a person on tumblr, im not a therapist — i can help with day to day issues but this just seems like something you need to figure out for yourself.

im sorry about the issues you have surrounding it and perhaps the toxic people on Twitter but it seems to me that you need to make the conscious decision to leave bnha Twitter or Twitter in general?? like idk what to tell you but the manga is literally about deku 😭 he’s the protagonist. you’re going to see him and bakugou interact. pseudo incest is literally ridiculous as well. they’re childhood friends ??? like what

im not going to reassure you about krbk this or bkdk that because quite frankly i don’t care. they’re lines on a page to me and its literally never that deep. shipping is meant to be for fun and not to be taken that seriously. i severely suggest that you take a break ?? from all thing bnha related because as you’ve stated it’s not been very good for you and im sorry for that.

i literally cannot even fathom how disrespectful this is 😭 coming to my inbox with no warning and venting like this. genuinely don’t mean to be rude but i have no idea what you expected me to respond with. it’s deeply concerning and literally never do this again. please.

[themiserymarquis]

Im sorry for the late ask, but would you be so kind as to tell us more about this Emanator of Finality? What is her backstory, what are her goals? And also, im not sure if im overthinking that drawing of her, but is she...blind? And if so, is that based on the archetype of the blind seer, who's blindness actually allows them to see the future?

Awuuee I'm glad that you asked !! Nothing is 100% set in stone yet, as a disclaimer, because I feel some bits aren't quite "right," so some of the finer details will probably be up to my whims. Jyeong-hyo is originally a character-- a sinner-- that I made for Limbus Company, in the world of Project Moon's City. Because of the length of this explanation (and my pre-exam jitters-- I'm going to be doing argumentative essay review right now and I start my exam in two hours >-<) I'll put it under the cut!

One, no, she isn't blind, though there is still something "wrong" with her eyes. They used to be brown!

Two, her ability is to see the cords of death that crowd around a person who is about to die-- they turn red when their death is imminent. She is unable to see her own cords, which is why I wrote that she has taken the role of the prophet, and now she can no longer see her own ending.

This fun thing with her eyes introduces a lot of visual stimuli which makes it difficult for her to live normally.

This information is important to understand before we go into her HSR-AU! She was an infant who was accidentally burned on the face by her siblings, and a rich couple happened to be around wanting to purchase another child. This is because they have received an omen by the village shaman, saying that they saw that the fate of their firstborn son was to die before reaching adulthood.

There is a method to give that fate to another, but they must act quickly and perform an elaborate trick. So Jyeong-hyo was to act, no, live, as this couple's firstborn son until she died of natural causes. They gave her the bare minimum to survive, and educated her half-heartedly with swordsmanship to keep up public appearances that "he" was just a poor son fated to die early.

Jyeong-hyo was going to accept this fate of hers, because it's for the sake of her real family's better life. Once she died, they would receive land. One day she wondered if she could end her life prematurely to fulfill her end of the bargain, but no, to placate her, she was gifted a sword that the adoptive mother claimed was from her poor birth family, who scrounged up savings to give her something so precious so she could carry on.

This turned out to be a lie, but it was that one act that narrowed her focus, so she could continue acting as a good son.

One day, she felt faint and death approaching her. Jyeong-hyo, in her delirium, saw black cords and towering shadows, and heard a knock on the wooden screen of her small room. The family was having a celebration behind the doors, saying that it seemed like "that thing" was finally going to be useful, saying, oh, my precious son, you can finally live after it's dead!

She saw these figures whip their heads around and they retreated. These emissaries of death must be careful so that they take the right person into their procession of the dead, after all.

Still sickly, but with a new sense of vigor, she decided to run away just to meet her parents. She wonders if anyone would care about her when she died. She found them, when the supplies cart that gave monthly provisions to them was making its trip-- delighted to meet them, she asked to stay the night.

Ah, but she heard, once she was presumed to be asleep, that they were plotting to turn her over to the family again once day breaks. And so she tried running away again once regaining enough strength, clutching her sword as the wind cut through her bones.

Blood and torn clothes were found at a cliff, along with her sword that she was never separated from. It was impossible to have gone down to find the body, but there were enough bloodstains to guess that she had finally died.

Her body was broken, bones shattered, and blood gushed from the wounds she had taken on her tumble down. She has a tight grip on the sheath, like it's the only thing she can call her own before she has to accept that this is her grave. "Please, I'm sorry..." She prayed, not knowing if this was the proper way. "Take the right one. I want to live. Just until it is my time."

I imagine that until this point, Jyeong-hyo's backstory between The City and HSR would be largely the same. Anything can happen in the City. Anything can happen in Fantasy Space.

She follows Finality, but she doesn't immediately become an emanator, of course. She has to prove herself.

In an attempt at humor, I'd like to think that Terminus saw her as having lots of potential to carry out actions in the name of their path. Decided to adopt her. Carry on the family business.

Her goal is just to see out her life until it reaches its end. Perhaps enjoy some bits of it.

And find the ends for the people she meets along the way, if they need it, or if it's required of her to end others' lives, too. Her lifespan's drawn out a bit more, as well. A gift, so she has the time to learn what she was deprived of, and to learn about anything else that her heart desires. Most of that information is so she has a greater depth of knowledge to judge if someone really needs to die, and she must be very careful about how she acts.

Once she became an emanator, she was on one of the Xianshou fleet-ships, the Zhuming. She was watching her sword be forged, something for herself that she'd get for herself and keep forever. Terminus likely influenced the creation of it, since it shines with the power of the spirits she had pass on.

I've been typing for an hour so I really need to go and get to studying eeeeeee

[my-mt-heart]

About JDM. I agree that in a ideal world no one should be talking on behalf of everyone else, show business or not, "normal work place" (ah ah) or not. But we re not in an ideal world, and people are bound to make mistakes in the heat of the moment..people are human and flawed, even tv super stars.

Also, not to blame her because she does what she wants of course, but MMB never spoke herself publicly on the matter so its kind of hard to know what she thinks.

Also again, the pb for me should not be, as i 've read, that he's a man talking on behalf of a woman. Im not saying there isnt mysogyny or sexism in hollywood or "the real world" (ah ah), but as far as im concerned (and im not a man before anyone comes at me for this), he spoke as a collegue abt another collegue . Well, former collegue, now. Also, apparently he's one of NR best friend, so if ur best friend is attacked and u feel its unfair, yeaaah u re gonna publicly defend him.

Mind u: NR didnt speak himself for quite a long time after the inital mess, i think the first thing he said was after a few weeks with an answer to a fan on line who was like "eh norman have u seen whats being said" blablabla, and he answered something like "what did i miss? 😎" in a sort of ironical/cynical way. Correct me if im wrong.

But my point is that i personnally saw a collegue speaking for a collegue, and a friend defending a friend. If it had been Lauren Cohan saying "eh guys your wrong!" Would people have been more kind to her because its ok for a woman to talk on behalf or another woman?

JDM might no be super close to Melissa but last time we checked, they were more than fine with each other (i still think abt this lovely bts picture of both of them for 10.12, yes, its just promo but still).

And he didnt say anything bad abt her. He just said "they love each other, they re both very sad abt the situation and Norman's not the bad guy here". Maybe he knows them better than we do?

Was it clumsy of him? Yes. He might have actually been hurt for Norman and didnt think straight, who knows?

Was it inappropriate? Not his role? Probably. But the argument of him being a man here, while i do in a way understand where its coming from, still cant help but feel uneased by it. I for one think if we are going to be outraged, we should be outraged at whoever is speaking on behalf of Melissa, but im pretty convinced that if Lauren or Danai had defended Norman, nobody would have bat an eye. We are complaining because he's a man, and because he's supposedly the closest to Norman amongst the cast. Feel a bit unfair.

Its ok if u or your followers disagree of course. Again, im not saying that there isnt a pb with men vs woman in hollywood or the world in general, i just think that in this case, this is not the pb.

The idea that Melissa needed a break is inherently sexist because it implies she couldn't keep up with the same workload that her male colleagues had been given. Also, blasting it on Twitter has major ramifications for Melissa because people are far more likely to accept that a woman needs a break vs. a man needing one. You may recall that Andy said himself that being overseas, away from his family, became too difficult, yet no one criticized his fans for demanding Rick back for four years.

Even if contracts allowed a lead actress to back out that way (they don't), even if it was true that Melissa needed a break (-_-), it makes her look flaky and weak to other studios who might consider casting her on another project. Melissa and AMC legally agreed to announce that the location was "untenable" for her, nothing else. That's important. Regardless of whether or not JDM said what he said to defend his friend, it went off script and that's unprofessional.

Do I like that Norman was being cast as the evil villain? No. Do I think he was the evil villain in all of this? Ultimately...no. I'm frustrated because usually when a show is dealing with a controversy, the go-to strategy is to not say anything until the situation is further assessed, yet AMC and one of their male leads acted pretty fast to directly address the backlash in defense of another male lead. Melissa didn't get the same treatment. In fact, she's been dealing with fans saying sexist and ageist things about her and Carol for years without anything being done about it. And for the record, that doesn't have to mean calling out every fan who insults them. It is worth noting though, that the one person who did come to Melissa's defense last April (in an appropriate way) was Laurie Holden, who is no stranger to mistreatment herself. That should tell us something.

So in conclusion, anon, the issue here might not come down to a man speaking for a woman, but there is absolutely a gender bias in this whole mess. JDM's actions have unfortunately changed my perception of him, and while I might be able to support Norman again eventually (provided Melissa does too and provided I don't feel alienated as a Caryl fan), it's probably going to take a lot more than a Narol tweet for me to support JDM again (not that I had much interest in watching the same drama unfold between Negan and Maggie anyway). Every time I see someone insist that Melissa needed a break and try to scold others for "robbing her of her choice," it makes me angry all over again because how can you ever really undo all that damage?

ETA: If a woman had jumped the gun like JDM did, she would've been fired so fast. JDM still has his show.

[bellzsad]

im actually so curious about how the reveal will go (i mean, im sure we all are HAHAH..)

1. it could be a mistake reveal

one way it could go is that they both find out their identities by mistake, or one of them finds out before the other. like for example, the lucky charms; i know there’s many fanfics and comics about adrien/marinette seeing ladybug/chat noir with their lucky charm, and connecting the dots. but at the same time, how would that work, because wouldn’t the lucky charm disappear because it’s not part of the costume? and realistically, this storyline wouldn’t work since everyone knows about it already and it’s not a new, fresh idea. but: that doesn’t mean a mistake reveal is out of the picture!! it’d be really fun to watch one play out, seeing the confusion, acceptance, and possibly, denial, as reactions. plus, there are other things that could give away the identities, like talking about school projects, friends, or anything about personal lives. there’s also the question of if they would tell the other or not. would they just know each others identities (or just one) and not bring it up in battle? it may be difficult, but i guess it will be fine because we saw marinette and adrien deal with it in ephemeral.

2. one sided reveal

similar to the last one, it is possible for there to be a one sided reveal. meaning that adrien or marinette will reveal their identity to the other. if they continue to date (but cmon, is that really expected? i have a feeling they will break up in season six ONLY FOR THE PLOT), this reveal will be more suspected. marinette/adrien will be tired of keeping a secret with their other half, thus leading to a reveal or their other identity. now, this can go two ways: the other person can either reveal their identity too, OR keep it a secret because they know that it’s too dangerous. i think if it were to be one, it would be the second option, because it works better to keep the show running AND it’s more angsty (hahaha..). and most likely, it would be adrien to reveal it, because he hasn’t told anyone and he feels really comfortable with marinette. i guess then it’s just thinking about how the other person would reveal their identity afterwards. what kinds of reactions would you get to that?

3. a planned reveal

so obviously, the mainly suspected reveal is the one where the holder of the butterfly miraculous is defeated, and there’s clearly going to be no more villains after paris. ladybug and chat noir will meet up at the eiffel tower, their secret spot, and reveal their identities. personally, i wouldn’t mind this reveal, but it low key feels a little basic considering that they’ve been talking about how this is the “way the reveal will go” throughout the five seasons. we’ve never had to expect anything else. if they went this way with the reveal, i wouldn’t mind, but i think that pulling a surprise or unexpected reveal would make it a lot more interesting.

i cant really think of any other reveals at the moment. im not sure what to expect, and i don’t know what reveal is my favorite. there are pros and cons to all of them, and it all just depends on how the story develops up to the reveal!

[tumbleweeddesktop]

WEH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THE REDESIGN IGNDJFBSJBFJDJF fun fact it started when i made him in a picrew way back and i got the idea to just go ham with his design XDD i dont know why it just happened

AND SINCE YOU DONT MIND MY PROJECTING I CAN SHARE SOME OTHER HEADCANONS I HAVE ABOIT HIM !! >:D

He's autistic as hell and possibly has adhd too, like you cant tell me this bastard is neurotypical

Hypermobility <3<3<3 he constantly puts himself in the weirdest positions and claims its comfortable. The downside is joint pain 💔

He actually doesn't take care of himself very well. Its better now that he's with Nanami but he used to be an absolute mess mentally and physically

Talks A LOT to whoever will listen, but he tends to stutter when hes excited or stressed. ALSO VOCAL STIMS. Hes pretty much never quiet even when not talking, constantly making random noises and humming to himself esp when hes bored

LOVES doing little crafts, those beaded bracelets he wears? He makes those himself, and actually had tons of them, but they often fall off or break in battle (these things never hold on that long i know from experience) so he constantly makes new ones. Also he def makes them for his friends too. Nanami has one he always wears but its usually hidden in his sleeve so Gojo doesnt mock him about it

ALSO LIKE YOU SAID WITH SEWING!! Ive actually been meaning to get into it myself and thats literally perfect for him... he def has an evergrowing army of little plushies he made himself <3

And adding to what you said about him making bread for Nanami, he overall likes baking and cooking. I saw other ppl saying Nanami is good at cooking too, so i feel like while he stays with more savory things, Haruta def specializes in sweets.

Sensory issues galore! Hes very sensitive to certain sounds and despises loud noises, so he often carries around headphones to shut himself off if needed

Okay this one is super self-indulgent but. Despite his luck and overconfidence he is Very prone to stress, which leads into stress eating, which leads into him being a bit on the chubby side..

LASTLY BC DAMNIT THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG. He is huge on PDA. Constantly holding Nanami's hand and hugging him and stealing kisses here and there. Nanami found this annoying at first, but now he just accepts it -w- oh and overall Haru is super clingy in private too like its impossible for Nanami to pull him off sometimes hes like a tick <//3

Okay thats it im going now bye sorry theres so much TwT

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS LMAOOOO

Wait can I respond with how Nanami interacts with your hc with Haruta??? Cs I have some ideas, well some doesn't relate to Nanami but SHSUSUSHSHHS

During a bad sensor day Nanami leaves him alone cs sometimes the presence of other people nerved him and can make it worse (im projecting but shuhshhhhhhhh)

Haruta definitely does some yoga after noticing his joint pains getting worse, and he's really into it because it slows his mind down and once he got good at the more complex positions he starts doing it randomly to relax himself

Their condo has like boxes of craft supply, like beads, fabrics and patches, embroidery supplies, and the end products as well just displayed on every surface possible. Some students that visit ended up wanting some of them and Haruta just gives them away.

His sewing venture is disastrous at first, but after a few lessons he got the basics down and starts making progress. The first good (in his standards) thing he made is a tie [Im actually projecting abt sewing cs im do sew but SHUSHSHSHSH]

Nanami "I'm-only-tolerating-your-touches" Kento when Haruta goes away on a prolonged mission :

MINE'S ALSO LONG LMAO BUT YEAH SOME OF MY THOUGHTS ABT ALL THIS LSJSHDJSJFHHSJAJ