#will prolly post it one day if I manage to finish it ＿|￣|○

[truly-morgan]

[Adult Mob with a 9-to-5 job and his exorcist adventure]

Shigeo Kageyama | Mob Psycho 100 20-03-2023

Now @unashamedfully made me have brain worms

But Mob ends up having a normal and boring 9-to-5 job, even tho he still helps Reigen from time to time with spirits.

and every time coworkers ask him what he did on the weekend and he answers honestly with stuff like:

"I travelled to Fishing City to go to a house near the sea so I could exterminate some evils spirit that was haunting the place since my shisho needed help"

and everyone is either "😃" because wtf senpai or "🤨😒" because they believe that he's lying or crazy

And it is always like this, no one actually believes that he does any of this. Shigeo Kageyama, one of the most normal dudes in their department, playing exorcist for a shisho he keeps mentioning?

yeah, sure.

but they still listen because it's entertaining.

but then I had two routes here.

1-

Someone who is stuck with what they believe to be a spirit and although everyone says that Kageyama-senpai is lying about his story or has to be insane, they still ask him for help, and they are ready to take a gamble for that.

sweet old Mob who accepts because why would he ever reject someone in help? When they end work he follows them home and takes a look at their apartment.

Sure enough, a spirit had been bothering his kohai and taking care of it for them. The spirit has gotten stronger from feeding on them for so long, but it's obviously nothing Mob cannot deal with, he has seen a lot worse.

He does apologise for all the stuff that ended up knocked to the floor as he replace everything in their place.

Lill' Kohai who is dumbfounded by what just happened, barely managing to say that it's nothing at all really.

they aren't sure if what happened was all true, but sure enough, all the weird event and feeling weirdly exhausted even after sleeping properly is gone.

now Kageyama-senpai always has someone listening to him like "😲🤩" when he talks about what he does of work with Reigen-Shisho.

Maybe they also try to make the other stop slandering him like that, what he says is true!! But everyone thinks that poor Kohai is gullible.

but it's okay because they know, and if anyone seems to be having a similar problem they are ready to refer Kageyama-senpai for help.

or 2-

Someone who wanna "catch Kageyama-senpai being fake" and asks for help about evil spirits.

They take him to an abandoned building where they planted speakers and stuff like this to pretend there's a ghost. And when Kageyama-senpai will pretend to exorcise something they are gonna reveal everything.

Only, Kageyama-senpai doesn't react much, and makes his way around the place while they follow him. They try pushing him to say something, but Mob simply says that he doesn't feel any spirits, but he'll keep looking.

He does follow all the weird sounds and all the weird movements, but he doesn't pretend to be an exorcist.

The college loses sight of him for a moment, only to see him reappear and continue searching. then after so long of just searching around Kageyama-senpai turns to them as he checks the time on his phone. "There's nothing in here AA-san, Maybe what you saw was someone playing inside of some animal who got in"

and the college isn't sure what to say. After all this time looking around, he isn't going to show off his "exorcist talents"?!? But there was plenty that could have convinces so.

"But I am certain there was something here and people say there is a ghost here" they try to push.

Meanwhile, Mob is already making his way out.

"Sometimes ghost stories are just that, ghost stories," Mobs says.

And then, just before he exits the room, "Oh and AA-san, it's not very nice to fake a place being haunted just to trick people". Then Mob is out, leaving them alone in the very normal abandoned building.

I can imagine Mob eating ramen with Reigen a couple of days later and retelling that story and Reigen is just like "I can't believe people would fake it just to trick you and make you lose your time"

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[shalalalalamova]

The Pill Stealerrrrrrrrr

stumbled upon my absolute favourite hate crimes md promo pics, thought I’d redraw one of them w/ Brian, prolly gonna make another one with the Pill Eaterrrrrrr (Tim) some time later

Also don’t ask abt the art quality, I started it a couple days ago and barely managed to finish it, still need a lot of rest from digital art, thought I’d just post this slop before the joke stopped being funny for me

[tsaritsa]

Congratulations on winning Nano!!! Any hot takes or unconventional tips on how to achieve a huuuge milestone like that in so little time?

Also, if you'd like to share, I'd love to hear more about the piece(s) you worked on during this year's event! Big yay if you want to tease us with a sneak peek as well. 🙂

Congratsss again!!!

ty!!!! i am afraid my tips might seem kind of obvious and not that much of a hot take but here's what worked for me:

writing sprints. do 10 min. do 17 min. do 30 min. whatever it is, just get words down on the page. after each sprint was finished i'd look at what i wrote, fix up the most glaring mistakes (espe if the words looked terrible. i've learned to live with a lot of spelling errors bc otherwise u waste too much time. during nano each day i'd prolly manage between 2-3 sprints -- usually enough to net me between 1000-1500 words each day. i wouldn't stop if i hit the daily total, i'd stop when i could feel the motivation waning. my lowest day was under 300 words, my biggest was just over 4000.

get a community. writing sucks alone. i feel very grateful that i've made some friends on here who were also trying to write regularly, so now there's 5 of us in a little discord i've made. we do sprints with each other and share lots of snippets, memes, pretty pictures etc. it keeps us excited about our own projects, but also allows us to cheerlead each other on.

get used to placeholders. i use TK. anytime there's a word i need but it's not on the tip of my tongue? TK my beloved. sometimes i'd write like she sighed in a TK kind of way, or like harry opens his mouth to argue about TK TK some work thing he's doing TK TK. it just keeps u in the pace of writing ur in, but allows for a few words to be spent writing down a piece that needs further expansion.

establish habits and goals. for me, it's stuff like trying to write the bulk of my writing with a nice candle lit, but also the silly stuff like putting on lippy so I feel like. Ready to do shit. have a few drinks avail. one to hydrate (ice cold) one to caffeinate (also ice cold). play music or sounds that will help u get into the zone without overly distracting. now that i've won it i'm gonna treat myself to some silly purchases as well bc i should reward myself for such hard work and dedication. i'm thinking a v comfy hoodie.

overall if i didn't have the community i had this month i think my external motivation would've been lost quickly, so find friends to yell at about ur project. watch yt videos about ppl doing writing! make posts and don't give a flying fuck about being cringe or not suiting ut 'aesthetic'. this is u. do it for U.

in terms of this project: the short version is hermione goes back to hogwarts post book 7 and has to slowly begin to recover from/learn to live with the PTSD she's gained. alas, draco is also back and she's gotta learn to make peace with the fact that he's allowed to want to change and that he's making small steps to become a better person than who he was. they're gonna kiss and be disgusting with each other. ultimately this is a story about hermione's journey, as the whole thing is written from her perspective, so although the dhr aspect is there, there are also other important relationships i want to focus on -- especially her and harry.

i'm ignoring/expanding on a lot of canon, and using some details from the movies i prefer over the books (namely her mudblood scar bc mmmmm parallels). i don't really know if anybody is in character but i don't care! this is my story and i'll do it how i see fit haha.

the following excerpt comes from late sept in the current draft. at this point dhr has been forced together a few times already. draco has surreptitiously managed to drug slughorn with a potion of his (slughorn's) own making during their potions class bc the potions professor was spending an entire lesson just showing off instead of. u know. teaching.

[princesscolumbia]

Double Isekai - Chapter 9

So here we are at the end of my backlog. It was nice to be able to post once a day and not have to stress over jumping straight back into it, but I knew that wasn't gonna finish LLW ch. 14 anywhere near the time my backlog was gone. It did, however, firm up my desire to actually get a backlog going and eliminate that stress-point from my life.

Summary:

Ranma gets the chance to talk to someone who isn't directly impacted by the isekai and knew her both before and after. She gets some advice that she probably should have received in her previous life.

Notes:

And here we have the first canonical events that are directly impacted by the new timeline.

Preview below the cut:

The visit to Dr. Tofu's clinic went about as well as they could have expected, given the man's general open-mindedness about things involving magic and spiritual. It helped that the man could read qi auras; he'd described what he saw with Ranma like blending flavors of ice cream, which both isekai'd individuals smiled at.

"I must say, as much trauma as I'm seeing in your auras, you're remarkably well adjusted even after...well, all this." The doctor gestured up and down at the pair of them, sitting side by side on his exam table.

"Thank you, Doctor," "Thanks, Doc," they said at the same time. Ranma rolled her eyes and Nodoka giggled.

"Fascinating," he murmured under his breath, "If it's alright with you two, I'd like to set up ongoing monitoring appointments. Even in your other world the concept of the 'isekai' was fictional, so there wouldn't be any medical knowledge for managing cases like yours. While it's unlikely that I'll ever get a chance to publish anything on the issue, it would be good to at least make sure everything is working out okay for you two long-term."

Nodoka smiled warmly at the man, If I swung that way...ah well, he'll make someone a good husband soon enough, I'm sure. "That sounds lovely, and I'd be interested in reading your findings and discussing your conclusions."

"If you're sure you can keep up..." he returned her smile.

Ranma snorted, "Doc, c'mon. We taught ourselves data analytics and auto repair. Might need a reference or five, but we aint slouches."

Like many aspects of the conversation so far, Tofu showed all the signs of being pleasantly surprised by the new fold in the origami puzzle that was his most complex patient. "Fascinating...was the intelligence always there but expressed in purely martial ways or was your previous incarnation for this universe a savant and this more broad-spectrum intelligence a new addition from the merging?"

Ranma shrugged, "Think it was prolly the first one. Pops did his level best t'beat anything that wasn't The Art outa me. Kinda made me stupid in all sorts of ways. Aint sayin' I know for sure, but I did teach myself the 'roasting chestnuts' thing using adaptive methods thanks to an artificially imposed temporary disability, an' that was a LONG time before the isekai."

The conversation lasted a bit longer, Doctor Tofu completing the same physical that he did for the Tendo girls and providing a referral for a gynecologist he'd already 'felt out' about the Jusenkyo issue with a promise to have another ready if they should prove less receptive than he'd expected.

"I'll see what I can do about a counselor or therapist as well," he said after Nodoka brought up the concern, "That will be...harder, most likely. Not only is that a bit outside my specialty, without the ability to see qi and already having a history with either of you like I did, any therapist is going to be inherently skeptical."

Nodoka nodded, "As can be expected, this is a highly unusual case, to say the least." She paused visibly, as though bracing herself for a challenge, "I...don't want you to do anything that might violate your ethical obligations or result in a loss of your license, but about Ranma's male form..."

Tofu leaned back, a clearly intelligent mind piecing together the request before she could even make it but allowing his patient to ask the question anyway. Such manners...maybe some Jusenkyo water? No, don't be silly. You're a horny old woman but that's no reason to go looking for people to make dysphoric. Out loud, she said, "Might it be possible to see about transitioning her other body?" she gestured to her daughter, who was clearly doing her best to not get her hopes up too much.

Tofu appeared to ponder the question, "I'll admit I don't believe anyone has asked for such a thing in the annals of Jusenkyo." He stood and walked over to the counter he'd placed Ranma's file on earlier and flipped it open, jotting a few notes down, "I've started a correspondence with Cologne's tribe as they're the nearest group of people to the springs and so have the most experience with them." He finished his note and closed the file, facing them directly, "Most 'curse victims' opt to simply have the curse locked."

Nodoka grimaced and Ranma squirmed. The younger isekai'd woman piped in, "I aint sure that's a good idea, doc. It's...well, it's like noise-cancelling headphones if I'm thinkin' correctly."

"'Noise-cancelling...'?" parroted the doctor.

Nodoka chuckled, "I believe they're working on industrial applications for the technology now and it won't be on the consumer market for a decade or two yet, but they use the principal of a cancelled waveform to block sound." She traced a sine wave in the air in front of her, "Sound is just pressure waves in the air, so one simply sets up a microphone to capture the sound, a computer processes the opposite waveform, then broadcasts that back in the direction of the audio source," she traced an opposite sine wave going the other direction, "And the two waveforms cancel each other out."

"Problem is, doc, it's technically just more sound, only ya can't hear it," added Ranma. "And dependin' on how loud the original sound is, yer slamming a LOT of dee-bees into your ears."

Tofu gave her a confused smile, "'dee-bees'?"

Ranma smirked, "Decibels, or dBs." Tofu nodded with a quiet 'ah!' as Ranma continued, holding up a hand and punching it lightly, "It's like yer hammerin' yer eardrums twice as hard but ya can't hear it." She dropped her hands into her lap, "Aint interested in getting' magical tinnitus or whatever it'd be called."

He chuckled at her metaphor, "That's not a bad comparison, though I'll want to confer with some experts to see if that's actually a concern. If it is, then we'll definitely want to look into alternatives. As for hormone replacement therapy," he sounded hesitant, and his next words made it clear why, "We'll need to try some things, and I'll need to confer with some colleagues with discrete inquiries. I'm not an endocrinologist and I'm not equipped to do the hormonal testing here, so we'll need to bring in some others to see what can be done." He adjusted his glasses thoughtfully, "This could be an interesting, if extremely niche article in a journal somewhere." He chuckled as he put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, "I'll probably need to find a way to introduce the Amazon's magic and traditional medicine doctors to some open minded colleagues," he focused on Ranma, "Would you be willing to demonstrate your curse to a select few people? If your descriptions of dysphoria are anything to go by, it might be uncomfortable and I wouldn't want you to subject yourself to that..."

Ranma smirked, "I aint sayin' no, but I can talk to Shampoo t'see if she'd demonstrate first. I'm betting a girl turning into a cat'd be enough of a metaphorical gut-punch to convince just about anyone of how real magic is."

Tofu could only chuckle at this proposal, "Now, if you'll excuse us, Nodoka. We're at the part of the appointment where I talk to Ranma about things teenagers don't want their parents to hear about."

(Read the whole thing on AO3)

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

Alas, I don't think I'm going to finish this fic today, my attention span has been shit for most of the day though I did manage to write this. It's kinda longer than is prolly necessary but I could not find a good place to break it up. Cahir is having a minor philosophical crisis and Gallatin continues to be a ride or die bestie who is probably the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Aside from that, no REAL story spoilers. I guess for context, Cahir had broken off from him in the forest to seek out a mage/hedge witch in hopes she might be able to assist him in breaking the curse. In order to facilitate that, she cut off a slice of his arm and got some blood from him. NGL I know nothing about magic in the Witcher universe but everything I've seen seems to have very much a something must be sacrificed in order to power the spell with a lot of entropy magic tossed in. And at least one of the curses we see in the show is based off of blood magic sooooo I'm just making shit up as go along.

EDIT: And I'm at 9K already so nope, definitely NOT going to keep this under 10K. I've also made th decision I am going to break this up into chapters if only because the Witcher fandom in general seems to have shorter fanfics and chapters. Posting a 5K or 6K chapter in Star Wars is nothing but I think I'll need to come up with making this a bit more palatable in shorter doses which honestly, thanks to the structure of this fic being intertwined scenes, I think will be pretty easy. -crosses fingers-

This was one of the poorer parts of the Cintran capital and people who had even a sliver of roof space were prone to keeping pigeons for meat animals. They took up less space than chickens or other barnyard animals, and the scent of them was prominent in the air.

Cahir was faced with the dilemma of whether or not he wanted to risk potential food poisoning by visiting one of the local ale houses or if it would just be smarter to go to a better-heeled part of the city. After some trial and error, he had found a vendor two streets over that sold reputable pigeon pies. The problem is, they were often busy and sold out by this time, but Cahir opted to take his chances.

The Great Sun was in his favor today because he managed to snag one of the remaining hand pies and a relatively quiet place to eat in peace. When he’d been a small boy, before the Usurper ruined his childhood by arresting and locking away his father and older brothers, Cahir would have never had something so pedestrian as a pigeon hand pie.

Still, since the fall of his family during the reign of the Usurper, Cahir had eaten far worse things than pigeon pie. There’d been a time when he’d been literally starving where he’d have done anything for even the burnt crust of a leftover pie.

That was before the White Flame had found and rescued him from the worst pits of Hell and had given him a purpose. He’d anointed him, molded him into the perfect soldier and finally a commander of his army and Cahir had repaid that kindness with a devotion that bordered on zealotry.

He’d learned to stop asking questions, deeming all violent mayhem and bloodshed even if it seemed utterly unnecessary was required. As a boy who had lived through one Usurper’s reign and grown up to hate and eventually overthrow that regime he knew how dangerous it was to leave a crop of angry youths the room to grow into angry men and eventually kill you.

Or at least, that was what Emhyr had told him and Cahir had accepted it as gospel truth.

For nearly fifteen years, he had eaten up everything the White Flame had told him without question. He had committed some truly heinous actions, like the wholesale slaughter of towns that dared to resist the might of the Nilfgaardian Empire.

Yet at time went on, the voice of conscience had steadily gone quieter. There were times when it still bothered him but those times had become less frequent. Older soldiers he met had claimed that was signs of a seasoned campaigner. And that good soldiers followed orders because they only have a micro-view of the battle.

Making sense of the bloody arithmetic of war was up to the generals and commanding officers. They had the vision to recognize that the slaughter of ten dissenters would prevent a hundred more from getting any ideas of rebellion. And in doing so, a thousand lives might be saved.

When Cahir had risen through the ranks, those choices had fallen into his shoulders and he’d made them with the same bloodless dispassion he’d witnessed from the White Flame and it has mostly served him well.

Still, he’d found himself becoming more and more disillusioned throughout this seemingly endless campaign and even more so since he’d been stuck in this hellish reality of being forced to replay the same day over and over again.

For the first time since he’d been a starving whelp, he’d begun to question his place in it all. He still wanted to find Princess Cirilla, believed in the pit of his bones he was destined to find and rescue her.

At first, it had been with the intention of delivering her to her rightful father, but lately…lately he was no so sure of that. The nightmares and dreams he had of her foretold of a terrible fate if she was delivered to the White Flame’s hands.

He didn’t know why he accepted that so readily but it felt so real and more like a prophetic vision than the troubled nightmares of a troubled mind that now Cahir did not know what he would do when he found Cirilla.

Of course, until he figured out how to break this damned curse, there wasn’t much he could do.

“Do you know how fucking long I have been searching for you? And here you are just eating and wiling away the day like it is nothing.” That familiar pissed off voice dragged him from his maudlin thoughts and Cahir was not surprised. Gallatin had found him in this place more than once.

Maybe a part of him had subconsciously sought out this space because he knew the elf would find him here. Cahir broke half of the pie and held it out to Gallatin without a word.

The black-haired elf’s nostrils flared with irritation and he reached out to grab Cahir’s arm in a tight grip. “Chaos take you, Cahir!”

Cahir could not contain the hiss of pain that escaped him when Gallatin managed to grasp him right over the bandages mostly hidden by his sleeve as pain licked up his arm like fire.

Gallatin was many things, but unobservant wasn’t one of them, and he immediately moved his grip down so that he could catch the man’s wrist in a much gentler touch. It was a minor miracle Cahir managed to keep his grip on the pie. “Do you mind?”

“What have you gotten into now?” The other man demanded as he shoved the man’s sleeve back to reveal the pink-tinged bandage.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much.” The elf said tartly and frowned at the bandages.

“It’s a minor injury, and as you can see, it has been addressed adequately.

“What happened Cahir?” There was a strange note in Gallatin’s voice, one which Cahir could not quite parse.

“I’m cursed, I sought out the help of a witch in order to find a way to break said curse.” The brunette finally confessed quietly. “Grab a seat and I’ll explain as best I can.”

By this point, he’d made it an almost artform, explaining to Gallatin the various vagaries and sordid tales of this walking nightmare. By now, he knew what to avoid if he didn’t want to lose control of the situation and what might set the elf off into a questioning tangent.

The first time had taken him the better part of an hour to read Gallatin in, now he’d gotten it down to a tight fifteen minutes. It never ceased to confound him why the elf was willing to accept the truth so easily when those closest to Cahir such as the White Flame doubted it.

He’d asked the elf about it once and got a vague answer about how magic had played such a centralized component in their lives that you just came to accept the impossible as real possibility. And while his people did not general dabble in curses and the darker side of Chaos and that the Aen Elle had been known to dabble in the darker arts.

By the time Cahir was done, Gallatin had finished his half of the pigeon pie without a word and looked vaguely poleaxed by the whole tale.

“And you think this witch is going to be able to conjure a cure for your curse?”

“I hope so, I’ve been doing this for almost six fortnights and have made little progress.”

Gallatin reached out and caught him by the shoulder in a companionable grip. “I’m sorry you have had to go through this, my friend. I hope this witch can help you but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned for you. Trusting your blood and flesh to some unknown witch…do you know the things she could do to you?”

He asked with concern bright in his eyes.

“I do, but even if she curses me with some kind of death curse…chances are I will simply wake up tomorrow free of the curse, and she will have no memory of me or hold any piece of myself she can use to curse me again,” Cahir admitted softly.

“It’s a dangerous game you are playing, Cahir. I will go with you to make sure she does not get any stupid ideas.”

That surprised him because he usually had to warn Gallatin of his impending death to divert the elf from his quest to reach the palace and his inevitable doom. And even then, it was a coin toss on whether or not he could convince him to put aside his overgrown sense of responsibility towards his people to listen to the human.

But Cahir would not look a gift horse in the mouth and nodded gratefully.

“I appreciate your assistance, Gallatin.” Cahir said with honest sincerity before climbing to his feet.

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

TPWM Update

Y'all!!! Guess what???

I finally finished chapter 23 of TPWM!!! Yay!!!

Ahh, this has been a long time coming, ha. It still needs a LOT of editing, since I struggled with writing it in places, but honestly, as long as it is written down, I can work with it. Honestly, I'm mostly just glad I was able to finish it before the end of November! I knew I prolly wasn't going to be able to write a full 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo (fanfic edition, ha), not with school, but I was able to write about 20,000 AND finish a chapter I've been struggling with for months. I already had about 8,000 word written before November started, so chapter 23 has ended up somewhere around 28,000 words. Which is almost double chapter 24 of TPWP. Which is... yeah.

Honestly, I think TPWM has a good shot of reaching 500,000 words. It's currently at about 392,000 words according to my word document with all chapters. Which is... yeah. 🙃 The Problem Series is probably going to reach 1,000,000 words, too. It currently has 824,541 words according to AO3, and when you add the two chapters I've not published, it brings it up to about 870,000. And I may have other one-shots to add some day, if the inspiration strikes. So, if anyone manages to read all of The Problem Series, you will likely end up reading something that is at least close to a million words. You're welcome 😅😅

The funniest part of all of this is that I would NEVER be able to read even a fraction of The Problem Series. I don't even know if I'd have been able to finish TPWP, though I do honestly really like that fic. Because, while I did have to read it over and over for editing, it was not usually in order. I've also always struggled to get past chapter 14 when I try to read through the fic again. Not because I don't like it, but mostly because I'm just not the kind of person who can read long fics like this, especially not in one go. Which makes it the biggest irony that I've written almost 1,000,000 words for one single fanfic idea. I still don't know how 😅

Anyway, just wanted to give this update and commentary. I don't know when I'll post chapter 23, but I don't think it'll be any earlier than March, to give me time to edit it and maybe build up some other chapters. I'm going to try starting chapter 24 soon, maybe tonight since getting the motivation to START a chapter is always the hardest, ha. ^-^

[wannaberp]

— WHO IS XIANG XIAOLI?

he’s a TWENTY-ONE year old wannabe, born NOVEMBER 16, 2002. he’s currently eyeing STUDIO DELTA and lives by the words “to live each day as it comes.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ audition_tape.mp4 ]

it felt like déjà vu, being in this position once again. many years had passed since xiaoli found himself sitting at his laptop, watching himself back on the screen before he sent off the tape to the company. his hands were shaking, both now clasped together and tucked between his thighs in futile attempts to both stop the trembling and bring warmth back to them. xiaoli made a concentrated effort to swallow the lump in his throat, leg bouncing rapidly, as one hand lifted to move the computer’s mouse to tap the play button.

he had recorded it more times than he could count by the time he had managed to get through from start to finish. “hello, i am xiang xiaoli. i am twenty-one years old, and i am from beijing, china,” his korean sounded decent at least, it was the first thought that ran through xiaoli’s mind as he struggled to keep himself focused on the tape. “thank you for taking the time to watch this. i am going to be showing my rap skills with a cover of ‘better now; by post malone.” the familiar urge to run away, run far away, from anything related to performing, rapping, singing, dancing, or being an idol crept up inside him with each passing second. xiaoli had been down this road once, and it hadn’t gone well. every fiber of his being screamed at him to leave the screen, but he kept himself planted in his chair, no matter how nauseous he felt. xiaoli and xiaoli alone made the decision to record the video and send it off, he had to watch it through now. 

“you prolly think that you are better now, better now”

as xiaoli watched his eighth (or was it ninth) attempt at the recording, he was shocked to see the way he did the cover. for months now, he’d be so stiff and awkward even when singing along in the car or in his kitchen, let alone allowing himself and his body to move freely and connect with a song. it reminded him of when he first had become a trainee as a young teenager, in the practices, learning but still having  good time nevertheless. young xiaoli loved music and the idea of creating music and sharing it with others who would hopeuflly connect with what he had to say, before it had been stripped form him. he missed the one his head nodded along with the beat, and his body was excited to move along to the melodies.

when the song came to an end, xiaoli saw himself standing there in silence, turning towards the camera with a small, although still visible, smile. “thanks again for watching, bye,” and himself waving as the video cut off from where he edited it to do so. the fear, the anxiety wasn’t melting away like it did it movies or something, it was building inside of him. without much thought he uploaded the video and hit send, not giving his brain to give it much thought. every nerve felt like it was firing on all cylinders as he stared at the thank you message that automated. yeah, now might be the time to be sick.

[confessionsofanarcadeaddict]

And it's another Saturday night at the Arcade in Brighton!! It's been a pretty busy day from what my manager told me, and it remains so! People are in here having fun, so if you're able to, come on down and join them! $20 gets you unlimited play until we close at 11 PM tonight! We have drinks for a dollar in our vending machine and behind the counter for when you work up a thirst and believe me, you will! On a personal note.... I DID IT. I FINALLY FREAKING DID IT. VICTORY!! I have been trying for the better part of two years to crack a million points on an actual Robotron cabinet, and today was the day!! While wearing my Robotron t-shirt, no less. I'm psyched right now, even though I have my work face on. It's all the sweeter because I have been playing this game for 40 years, and while I have done this on Williams Arcade Classics for the PS1 and it was a feat, it pales in comparison to doing it on an actual machine. My thanks go out my friend Bill on the Robotron group for the tips and encouragement and the group in general. I did finish episode 59, and it will be going up tonight when I get home from work. I am much happier with this effort than the first one, let me tell you. I think I will record #60 sometime this week and try to get it posted the following week. I'm prolly going to record an On The Road segment about this accomplishment for a future episode too. I know it's silly for an almost 54 year old man to be this happy over something like this, but hey I'm an OG gamer from the 70s, deal with it. #arcadeemployee #arcadelife #oldschoolgamer #thearcadeinbrighton #thearcade #bestarcadeinmichigan #confessionsofanarcadeaddict #coaa #podcast #anchorpodcast #videogames #arcadegames #classicarcadegames (at The Arcade) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck4TxIkOALX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kalliyen]

Headcanon #2

Summary: You sneak a love note into in their stuff and they find it

Pairing: Enhypen (separately) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of food but other than that not much

Genre: A cup of fluff, a tablespoon of fluff, a teaspoon of fluff and a big pool of fluff

Word and Emoji Count: 1,313 (that’s a lot)

Disclaimer: In no way is this work of fiction to condone dating these boys this is merely again, a work of fiction I made up

Xiao-nim’s note: This was proofread my lovelies! Hope you enjoy! 💕

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꧂Lee Heeseung 🦌꧂

❃ You woke up in the middle of the night right next to Heeseung cuddling you

❃ You tried to go back to sleep but you couldn’t so you decided to slip out of Heeseung’s arms very carefully

❃ When you successfully slipped out of his arms you looked around and saw your pens 🖊 and papers 📝 you were using before you and Heeseung cuddled

❃ You had the brilliant idea of writing him a cute little note

❃ So there you were sitting on your desk and writing multiple cute little notes and one special letter for him for at least an hour

❃ He wakes up at like 7 am with you not being beside him which makes him a bit sad and confused 🤔

❃ You might not be there but he saw a little note on your pillow saying “Good Morning Hee! Sorry I’m sot here I’m at the grocery store buying more food cause you have nothing here,,,,,enjoy these little notes in the meantime! Expect them were you least expect them 😉”

❃ That certainly brought a smile to his face

❃ You might not be here but at least he has something of you

❃ Sighing lovingly, he gets out of bed with a big smile on his face looking forward to more of these sweet little notes you made for him 💕💕💕🥰🥰

꧂ Park Jay/Jongseong 🦅꧂

❃ You were soo bored 😶😶😶😶

❃ And you came up with a brilliant idea of writing cute little notes

❃ Jay was asking what you were doing and you tried to hide the fact that you were making love notes for him

❃ When he’s preoccupied doing something you stick one of the cute notes on the back of his phone and in his bag he uses for work

❃ plz 😫✊ he won’t and can’t stop smiling when he sees it

❃ Jungwon prolly asks him why he’s smiling like an idiot

❃ And lovestruck Jongseong doesn’t even hear his leader

❃ Repays you by spoiling you with kithes and cuddles 🥰

❃ He just loves you sm ok⁉️

꧂ Sim Jake/Jaeyun 🦮꧂

❃ You were scrolling through TikTok that day and found a video that spiked your interest

❃ So you decided to try it on your cute puppy bf

❃ And when he came home that night and saw you doing something he was all up in your face and askin u what u were doing

❃ You don’t tell him and he lets it go

❃ For now 🌝

❃ Guess who had the biggest smile on his face the next day when he sees the outcome of what you were hiding from him~~

❃ Spoils you with hugs and kithes as a thank you pt. 2

꧂ Park Sunghoon🐧 ꧂

❃ You missed him sm

❃ He was out practicing for the whole day and you were here, In his room desperately missing him

❃ You racked your brain thinking of something to do to subside the feeling of missing your man

❃ And when you couldn’t think of anything, you decided to grab your phone and scroll through Pinterest to get some sort of idea

❃ This particular post caught your eye and you decided to try it

❃ At first while you were doing it you felt a little cheesy but hey, you miss your boyfriend and you wanted to do something for him

❃ You’ve been making the cute little anecdotes for him for about an hour and 30 mins when you decide it’s time to put it on his stuff around the house

❃ Sunghoon was in for a shock when he sees a note on the door when he came home from practice that day

❃ He gets ready for bed and tucks himself in bed beside you and gives you a sweet peck on your head and mumbles a small ‘thank you baby’ with the softest smile on his face.

꧂ Kim Sun-oo 🦊꧂

❃ It was your 6 month anniversary with Sunoo and you wanted to do something sweet for him since he always did sweet things for you.

❃ You couldn’t really buy much while being an unemployed teenager

❃ So you came up with a sweet plan for your sweet partner

❃ 6 months of dating might not be a big deal for everyone but for you it was

❃ You jumped to your plan making the cute little notes and put them all around the house making a trail for him to follow when he gets home from the office

❃ He came home that afternoon holding various takeout orders in his arms while calling for you

❃ He put down the bags and was perplexed on why you weren’t answering him

❃ When he saw a note on the table saying “Welcome home sweetie! Follow these trail of notes and see your present at the end waiting for you 😘”

❃ So Sunoo followed said trail of notes and was seemingly surprised at what he saw at the end

❃ Though it wasn’t much he was taken aback and mouth agape

❃ Cause there you were looking all prim and pretty/handsome while sitting on a chair waiting for him in the backyard with a picnic blanket set out and all kinds of food on the blanket

❃ Sunno neared you and tackled you to the grass smothering you in kisses and smooches all over your face

❃ That certainly was a 6 month anniversary you would remember for the rest of your relationship. 🥰💕

꧂ Yang Jungwon 🐈 ꧂

❃ You’ve noticed that you’re normally curious and teasing boyfriend was now quiet and rarely smiled

❃ You asked him what was wrong and he just shrugged and said “nothing much, don’t worry about me Y/N”

❃ Now you definitely knew something was wrong because he didn’t call you Love

❃ You narrowed it down that he was so stressed and constantly practicing to the point he wasn’t eating or taking care of himself anymore

❃ And of course you were very crossed with this, because even he had a hectic idol life he still had to take care of himslef

❃ So when you were left alone in your shared apartment with Jungwon you decide to do something for him

❃ You made a full course meal yourself and made cute little notes saying ‘you can do it!’ and ‘I’m so proud of you Wonie!💕’ and stuff like that

❃ He was literally about to combust when he read those notes while he was eating the food you made for him (which was delicious btw)

❃ ‘How did I manage to be so lucky to snag an amazing and wonderful s/o like them?’ Jungwon thought to himself

❃ Now Jungwon knew, while he was with you he could get through any problem or any situation.

꧂ Nishimura Riki🐆 ꧂

❃ Similar to Jungwon’s case, Riki hasn’t been taking care of himself in exchange for more time to practice.

❃ You noticed he was not smiling his beautiful boxy smile that much anymore and looked quite pale

❃ And of course you were not happy with this

❃ You wanted to scold him when he got home but he looked so tired and immediately collapsed on the bed hugging you

❃ You couldn’t do anything much about it so you just let it slide for now and him have his well deserved rest

❃ You woke up earlier than your Puma-looking boyfriend and decided to give him a big breakfast even if he wasn’t one to eat much

❃ You also made him a Bento Box 🍱 for lunch and stuck a cute little note at the lid

❃ Riki was very thankful to you for doing this for him.

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Xiao-nim’s note: Hello Everyone! I hope you readers enjoyed this, it took me a while to finish. Also I might have gotten carried away while writing this that’s why there is so many words 😫🕶🤏 I was in a good mood to write

[kkeropui]

profiles ! whores 4 woodz

## yn : a sophomore at hybe highschool, likes to think she's the biggest moodz in the world, does everything but studies but still manages to stay afloat (somehow), knows everyone but is only close to a a handful, reads as a hobby, really clumsy, loves the rain- rain weather best weather !!!! leader of the yonghee hate club yuh. doesn't really like talking to people but doesn't mind when they talk to her first !

## jiung : the coolest best friend in the whole wide world, first met yn in kindergarten only to find out they were actually neighbours until he moved when they started high school :0 like 2 peas in a pod. kinda has anger issues, which is why most people are scared to approach him but is actually a cinnamon roll. he's probably the chillest one in the group lawl #jiungsupremacy

## isa : no 1 yn protecter. the sweetest human being on earth :( really, a sunshine. a smile that could simply brighten up your day if you were having a bad one. usually one to sit and watch everything happen than participating unless someone is hating on yn then that's a whole different story !!! but if its yn hating on someone, she's suddenly blind !!!

## yonghee : likes to start fights he can't finish .. prolly because he starts crying halfway through .. poor hee .. maybe not because it's the consequences of his own actions :P bring up his dark past and you're immediately on his hate list FOREVER. deep down he is super duper nice .. literally the sweetest but oh well we live in a cruel world !!!

## yeonjun : you know that senior that everyone has a crush on ? that is him .. seriously the amount of people that would do anything for him .. i mean seriously ... i would do anything for him too but damn the competition .. had beef with some guy named beomgyu at some point but let's not talk about that <3 found out he lived near yn and decided he was gna walk her home so she felt safe ! WHAT A GENTLEMAN !!!

[ ## masterlist ] [ jay's sugar babies ] [ 1ONE ]

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permanent taglist ! @luvrbin

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[idontblushsrry]

Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count:  1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate 

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 

“We should totally do that” 

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

[whiskeyandwolfsbane]

7/29 - 3:37PM - Settled In At Home Now

Well, I am alive.

So here's how the day went. I woke up at about 4:30 and took a shower, then used the antiseptic cloth things the surgeon requested I use. No breakfast, just some water and me running around like a maniac trying to finish setting up my room and packing my bag to bring to the hospital.

me and Lucy left a bit later than we had intended, but we still got there on time. i checked in, answered questions and filled out paperwork. i wasn't waiting long before i got taken back. well, first i was trying to hand the nurse some papers i needed to give her and promptly dropped all of the rest of the papers, lol.

"Are you nervouuus?" was her teasing response and I was like... yeah, probably lol but also it's only a little past 6AM and i am not used to this early of a rise lol

Anyway. All the usual stuff was done, the vital checking, hooking up the IV, etc. I didn't have much time in between people coming in so ironically several items I brought to stay busy were useless, lol. Better safe than sorry though I suppose.

Everyone was very sweet and kind. The lady who put in my IV was very patient and talked me through it since historically needles make me panic. (I ran out of the doctor's office once at 16 when I needed to get blood drawn and my mom had to chase me into the parking lot.)

I ended up meeting more or less everyone who was gonna be in the operating room, and got taken back way sooner than I expected. I was super anxious even though they had given me something to try and calm me down a bit, but probably less anxious than if I hadn't.

So the anaesthesia group is transferring me from the hospital bed thing to the operating table and trying to distract me with questions. It went something like this:

"So where would you wanna go on a vacation more? Beach or mountains?"

"Mountains."

"I knew it, I could tell."

"Haha."

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Assume those black circles are me immediately being hit in the head with a metaphorical baseball bat because I literally have zero memory of anything else. I konked out, lol.

So anyway, I woke up later on feeling more or less fine outside of very minor pain. I tried to record a video but folks kept coming in to check on me; I posted what I managed to get anyway though and I'll share it at the end here lol.

A few more folks checked on me, my mom and Lucy were notified, etc. I was given some reminders and instructions as well, and then I was wheeled outside to where the car was. I was still feeling more or less okay on the drive home but it was definitely uncomfortable; I'm glad I brought a squishmallow and a few pillows (one for my neck) to put between me and the seatbelt.

I tried to hold some vague conversation and respond to a few texts but for reference, a sentence about eleven words long took me about twenty minutes because I kept nodding off so I just gave up and let myself doze, lmao.

I was able to come inside with little to no help, feeling very dizzy as i did so but not enough to eat dirt apparently. Then my mom helped me upstairs to the recliner, which is where I'm at now.

She told me to call her if I need anything, anything at all, but I have yet to do that because I'm somehow still incredibly insecure and self conscious and feeling like a burden and annoying and what have you. Wouldn't be my brain without anxiety, I suppose.

She checked on me a few times though and brought me some of the stuff I needed. The painkillers wore off and I had to take another pill. It's helping a little, but not fixing things fully; I hope it kicks in a bit stronger soon for sure. If not, it's manageable pain at least.

Anyway yeah. I'll prolly go take a nap or something now - but here's that update folks asked for, as well as that dumb video lol:

Waking Up From Surgery

[ask-prospecting-strings]

not an ask but omg trans norton is so good do you have any hcs for him being ftm??

;; hello!! i'm going to be answering this ask first bc it's just a general headcanon sorta thing so if you're reading this. i promise that i'm finishing the drawings for asks, please don't maul me <33 life got SUDDENLY busy when i started this blog smhh... but yeahm!

;; but anon!! yes, i ABSOLUTELY have trans norton headcanons that! may or may not be me imprinting like a ton!! ALSO they're not at all logical bc i'm intensely moronic. read my hcs below the cut mwahmwah

!! cw - dysphoria, mentions of ftm surgeries and the process of transitioning.

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;; okay since i have mad dysphoria i usually write trans characters with mad dysphoria on impulse bc. yeah. so norton DID have p bad dysphoria. at first his clothes were generally baggy to hide his body, but he eventually learned that wrapping his chest down with elastic cloth and packing with a sock was convincing enough to pass off as male. his naturally masculine face was of good help, and his voice was rough enough to avoid anyone questioning him.

;; you prolly read what i wrote above and went “woah WOAH that is not safe binding.” yeah, no, absolutely not, but norton didn't really understand that. he did, unfortunately, practice unsafe binding for a good while. that + the dirty and stuffy enviroment in mining = he absolutely went to the hospital due to complications with breathing. wound up with some minorly fractured ribs and he had to take a good break from his job, which deeply devistated him. when he was confronted by the owner of the mine he'd been working on, he begrudgingly was forced to explain his situation. yeah, he lied about being a cis man for his job. yeah, he was trans. “go ahead and fire me if you're going to,” he said, his pride keeping him from spilling out in tears.

;; to his surprise... instead of being particularly disgusted and firing him on the spot, his employer instead struck a deal: to spend two years working for his mines in exchange for top surgery so he could work without complications. norton couldn't believe it, and without a second thought, he accepted the offer. however, the only hospital nearby with trans specialists wouldn't perform the surgery without a month of testosterone therapy prior to the procedure. and score, norton got himself testosterone AND a top surgery scheduled. howeverrr, this testosterone treatment would only be temporarily covered by his employer, and it added another half of a year onto his little deal.

;; so yeah norton transitioned! he wound up scraping up enough cash for testosterone on his own in the future, though this meant he'd have less money for other necessities. he, with some help from co-workers, managed.

;; i hc that he also has a phalloplasty surgery. how? idk, probably in a situation similar to his top surg. listen i don't have all the details, i just want my man to have all the surgeries i won't be able to have for a long time :[[..

;; “well, how does he get testosterone while in the mansion??” you may ask. well guess what emily magically has testosterone and estrogen for the transmascs and transfems there because i said so. she's the goddess of being a cis ally.

;; okay so post-mine-accident he becomes intensely defensive of his masculinity and even becomes lowkey toxically masculine. he feels the need to shell away sensitivity [though he can become enraged to the point of tears more often than he'd like], avoids any form of femininity, and has an awkward [and at times lowkey offensive bc he wants to be a big strong man that girls can rely on] time socializing with women due to his trans history and troubled outlook. he's trying to work on getting over it though, and it's rough. :[

;; but. yeah that's my bit. good day everyone, and have a good one. gender hcs are the best, amen, checkmate, etc etc.

[ashketchup119]

Figuring It Out As We Go Chap. 1

Here we arreeee~ the fic i sat on for a month and a half before i decided to post it~

I got this in my head a couple days after reading the whole spicynoodles tag on ao3, because as yall have prolly figured out, if i run out of content for a ship, i usually begin making the content myself. After i post chaps 1 and 2, i’ll begin updating this every friday, like i do on ao3. I don’t know why i wrote this, but honestly i pumped out 4000 words of it in 2 hrs one night, so yall know im in love w it.

It’s got like, implied nsfw, some emotions on mk’s part, some other stuff goin on 👀 (also if ur emetophobic feel free to stop by the askbox or my dms to ask for a summary bc this might trigger u)

I hope yall like it!!

It had started off as a casual thing.

A release of post-battle adrenaline, the kind of thing MK and Red Son did and then immediately agreed not to talk about or repeat.

But they repeated it, again and again and again.

The sound of their labored breathing echoed throughout MK’s apartment as the two of them lay on the bed, finally spent. MK felt pleasantly drowsy, and basked in the final rays of sunshine that shone through his window.

“I have to go.” Red Son murmured from beneath him. “My parents will be looking for me.”

MK buried his face in the crook of Red Son’s neck, and bit back the words in his throat that sounded suspiciously like “stay, don’t go, let me fall asleep in your arms.” Dangerous words, ones that would make this situation even worse.

They both knew that this was possibly the worst decision either of them had ever made, but MK wondered when “a casual fuck” had turned into something more, something that pricked at his eyes and put words on his tongue. He knew he’d never tell Red Son about any of his blossoming feelings, but he found himself wondering about the demon more and more. He’d never stayed for breakfast, but MK wondered if he drank coffee in the mornings. Maybe he was a chocolate milk drinker. Maybe he drank tea. Did he like pancakes or waffles better?

MK wanted to know everything about Red Son, from the tiny, inconsequential things to the big, life-changing moments.

He just wanted Red Son, in every way.

MK’s breath caught in his throat, but he rolled to the other side of the bed so Red Son could get up. He stared up at the ceiling as he heard the shuffling of clothes next to his bed, and chewed on his bottom lip as he blinked back tears. He’d been very emotional lately, and the feelings swirling in his head didn’t help.

The rustling of clothes stopped, and he heard quiet footsteps head toward the window. He heard Red Son draw in a breath, then listened as the window unlatched and closed as he left.

MK sucked in a breath, then began to cry. He curled in on himself as sobs shook his frame. He cried for lost chances, bad decisions, and missed opportunities. He ached to be held, to be soothed, but the only person who could help him feel better had already left.

He cried until he could cry no more, tired and dehydrated as he was. Then, he showered, using cold water to shock him into awakeness and out of the post-coital funk. He felt slightly better after putting on some pajama pants, then went to his mini-fridge to see if he had any food.

Truthfully, the stomach issues he’d been fighting off and on for a couple months now made it difficult to find an appetite, but he figured it was better to eat something and hopefully absorb some of the nutrients than eat nothing. He’d even tried a liquid-only diet, but had thrown up the liquids too.

He picked a package of dumplings, then settled on the sofa to watch reruns of Monkey King: The Animated Series. Fifteen minutes later, he was once again in the restroom, this time throwing up what little he managed to eat of the dumplings. When he finished, he finally gave in and called the doctor.

“Thank you for calling the clinic, how may I help you?” The receptionist answered.

Mk cleared his throat before responding, “Yes, I’d like to make an appointment,” in his most grown up voice.

The sounds of typing came through the line, and the receptionist asked, “Name?”

“Uh, Qi Xiaotian.”

“Okay, we have an opening tomorrow at 1 PM. Are you available?”

MK thought it over for a moment. On the one hand, he’d have to call in sick, but on the other, Pigsy would probably let him, what with his stomach issues and all. “Yes, I am.”

“Good. See you then!” The line went dead, and MK hung up.

Then, he called Mei.

“Hey MK!” She greeted excitedly. “What’s up?”

“Hey Mei! Can you take me to the doctor tomorrow?” He asked, knowing that Pigsy was busy and Tang didn’t have a car.

Her voice immediately took on a tone of concern. “Okay, but are you okay?”

“Yeah, just an annoying stomach bug.” He replied casually, flopping on the bed as he sipped water from a water bottle. “They’ll probably just give me some pills and tell me to drink liquids. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Alright, but if it gets bad or you start throwing up blood or something, promise me you’ll go to the hospital?” Mei asked.

MK smiled as he replied, “Yeah, of course.”

It was nice to know that someone cared about him.

He just had to forget about Red Son and remember all the people in his life who loved him.

Mei hung up after that, and MK went back to their marathon. The episodes were ones they’d already seen, but there was a comfort in these older episodes, akin to wearing a nostalgia blanket. They snuggled with their favorite stuffed animal, and soon drifted into a heavy sleep.

[ch-n]

ANNOUNCEMENT

i will be moving this writing blog as one of my side blogs and will be remaking this blog into a navigation account circle as this is my main and i handle a blog where i make other stuff (i make gifs and will likely also make another blog to post my drawings) — it will be more convenient if i turn this into some kind of shitposting blog of some sort (just reblogging here and there and prolly just simping on channie) and one that could easily navigate people to my other blogs.

if you still wish to see my writings in the veryveryverylonglong future, my username will still be the same but i will not be managing the account active yet. i am also planning on seperating my sfw from my nsfw works to be more commodious and organized.

i moved here! (it’s empty so you don’t have to follow it! just so you know where to find me)

it might take long for me to make that writing blog active as how it was before as i may do some changes on all the drabbles if i ever repost them or if i ever really plan to. i will be taking my time on thinking about it and revising.

it honestly have been a few months already, i am slightly bothered and not satisfied with most of my works (not like they were that good to even start with) and as long as they’re up, i cannot bring myself to stay still and that is why i took all of them down and only left the last two pieces that i’ve made which are both headcanons (that i will also be deleting later).

i do not think i will be that active in writing as much for now, i hope you all understand. i will be taking a break from writing because i just cannot seem to be motivated as much as i felt before. it’s frustrating.

a lot of other ideas and concepts have rushed into my head after i posted my very first one shot and surprisingly enough people liked it. that made me want to write more longer fics, i felt a surge of excitement of wanting to get them finished already while typing in plots and saving the drafts but as days go by.. the joy that i felt slowly turned into a ‘oh fuck i think i hate writing but i love to write-’ kind of feeling. i would just end up staring at the screen with my fingers laying on the keyboard. not moving. mind empty.

even the last two things i’ve written felt so rushed and well.. shit- rereading it just makes me cringe at myself so much. like i just had to post something to keep this blog active though it’s practically dead already lol anyways, i apologize if you guys have ever been waiting for something new from me. i know some of you might be disappointed but it can’t be helped. i will try harder though. i love to write, i want to keep writing and i hope i can get back to it.

you are free to unfollow this blog :) thank you for all of your time and support. thank you for the kind feedbacks, i deeply appreciate every little bit of it. and again, i’m really sorry for this. this may seem dramatic for just wanting to take a break from writing lmao

for my anons, you can still be my anon on the blog that i’ll be moving to if you want! i don’t want to lose you guys :((

[bylightofdawn]

Ugh so they managed to get through the entire trial in one day but the other jurors wanted to deliberate further so we're going another day which....eh I'm okay with because hey, one more day I'm not having to work so yay?

We also convene at 9 am tomorrow which is the latest we've convened so I can sleep in until 7 tomorrow. I'm on like....3 hours of sleep and I want to cry. I shit you not, I've been taking notes like a demon just because I'm afraid my memory is going to purge all the details tonight.

I can't talk about and prolly won't talk about the details of the trial but it's an interesting glimpse into the inequity of the US legal system, I gotta admit that. The defendant, I swear, must have gotten his lawyer out of the pages of one of those free ad brochures you get at the grocery store. Or if this is the quality of free public defenders....yikes. I don't THINK he's a public defender because in the 2.5 YEARS it's taken a misdemeanor case to work its way through my local county system, he's moved to a different town. So I'm assuming he's paying for this guy, and the prosecution is kinda pwning the both of them. It's tough to see. Even I, who knows jack shit about the legal system, couldn't believe the defense attorney wasn't calling out the prosecutor for badgering the defendant on the stand a couple of points.

I DESPERATELY want a nap, but I did that yesterday and was up till 3am on accident so that cannot happen. So I'm counting down the hours til 10, and I think I'm going to crash as soon as I feed Genji and the ferals.

I really want to write tonight, but that ain't happening, I suspect. Instead, I think I'm going to try and finish re-editing chapter 3 of Seeds and start in on the next chapter. I've decided I'm just going to post the short 2 or 3k chapter and call it a day. I don't think I'll have time to stitch it and the next chapter together in a cohesive fashion in time to post it on May the 4th. Especially if tomorrow night I'm going to watch ROTJ in theaters.