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wow! your understanding of this character is so. . . Unique! just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media

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So at least in MY (me myself Kenna)'s Kotosaku Role Swap Au™, Sakura actually isn't a fighter!

He's horribly out of place, he knows, sticks out like a sore thumb. Every other boy his age (and younger) in the entirety of the neighborhood seems to thrive off it, but Sakura most definitely doesn't. In fact, his heart actually starts beating out of his chest the moment a conversation rises above normal speaking volume. The minute people start throwing fists, Sakura is throwing his hands over his ears so he doesn't have to listen. Why can't we all just be friends? He wonders, despite knowing the answer.

"Some people just won't understand," Umemiya comforts him, just like he does every time he turns up to Pothos and Sakura pouts at his bandaged face. "When words don't work, sometimes our fists do better talking."

The school rep runs his hands through his little brother's two-toned hair, it seems to soothe them both. Even though Sakura's a little terrified of fighting, Furin students are still his favorite customers- which is good, because he gets a lot. It's unavoidable, with his big brother seemingly unable to shut the hell up about his 'adorable little brother! He's just the sweetest thing! You know that cafe on main street, right across from the bakery? That's his place!! You have to try it, the ramen he makes is to die for- did you know he makes it from scratch!? If you go tell him I said hi!!!"

Umemiya loves his little brother. Sakura is just too pure, and Umemiya feels almost unfairly lucky to live in a world where he can keep him close. And also make sure that anyone who talks bad of Sakura's appearance gets thoroughly... dealt with.

And Kotoha. Umemiya thinks his new little sister is so. damn. cool. The jolt of fear that ran through him when he heard about her being grade captain feels so distant now. The girl's got a hammer fist that could break bricks, and Umemiya's not worried at all.

Fun fact: these two actually got off to an incredibly rocky start! (Which is going to be a whole post of its own, so stay tuned!) It's only once he finally got his act together and realized he needs to play supporter and not protector, that they were finally able to click, and get where they are now.

The man is enthralled with her. You can almost see stars in his eyes whenever they're in the same room. Think similar to Tsubaki towards Sakura in canon. He's her biggest fan.

She's just so cool. Cooler than Umemiya could ever even dream of being. One time she pointed at his pepper plant and asked what it was, and the school rep was over the moon just to teach her something new. In a school full of rowdy teenage boys, where the classrooms smell like sweat and immature antics run rampant, Kotoha is still standing there. Some of the students fit say 'she fits right in!' but Umemiya disagrees. She stands out so brilliantly.

It's difficult not to just shower her in praises and hugs and pats on the back- that's the reason Kotoha's here. She wants to prove she can do things by herself, without the pity or belittling of men. It takes every bone in his body to not be overbearing and risk sounding condescending. So he has to stick with giving her the most enormous ear-to-ear smiles from across the room and clumsily attempt to be low-key with his compliments.

Umemiya loves his new little sister. Kotoha is a total badass, and Umemiya feels almost unfairly lucky to live in a world where he gets to watch her carve this path of hers in real time. And also watch the boys who underestimate her get their teeth knocked loose.

More than anything, Umemiya's extremely happy to see that his favorite little brother and new little sister seem to be getting along.

Thinking so hard about my Kotosaku role swap. Big doe-eyed, naive, smiley Sakura who gives away too many free samples and pets every stray cat in town. Constantly glaring and frankly rude Kotoha who answers things without thinking and ends up out of pocket. Kotoha who's convinced she doesn't care how other people feel, even if she most definitely does.

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god I could be so wealthy if I had no ethics. that's so fucking frustrating. I'm living paycheck to paycheck because I'm not grifting vulnerable idiots on TikTok. I feel like I have the ability to very easily scam people. I could make a killing with AI. but god. I have morals and ethics and so I get to be poor as shit. I hate this fucking world

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Thinking so hard about my Kotosaku role swap. Big doe-eyed, naive, smiley Sakura who gives away too many free samples and pets every stray cat in town. Constantly glaring and frankly rude Kotoha who answers things without thinking and ends up out of pocket. Kotoha who's convinced she doesn't care how other people feel, even if she most definitely does.

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When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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Kotoha & Sakura ROLE SWAP AU

Okay so I love, love, LOVE Kotosaku. Romantically sure but even MORE SO platonically. They are just so great for each other. And one day I was at work and this came to me in like a flash of golden light: role swap. Literally what if they swapped roles tho.

Kotoha doesn't NEED people to believe in her. Not that they ever would, but she's strong and she doesn't need a hype squad to prove it. People have always looked down on her for being a girl, so she's going to fight her way to the top of Furin to show that she can be on top regardless of her damn gender

Then, on her first day there, a group of guys seem to be crowding around something. While Kotoha doesn't have a romance radar, she definitely does have a bullshit sensor, and it's going off right now.

Upon closer inspection, a quirky-looking but casually dressed boy is pressed up against an alley wall, surrounded by obvious ne'er-do-wells bugging him to drop his grocery bags, cooing that he'd be better off just dropping his wallet so he can keep his face intact, lame shit. She slugs them into next weekend.

"Ooooh, Furin high!!!" Muses the cafe owner, after all but dragging her into his quaint little diner with promises of free food as his thanks. "That's sick as hell! I'm rooting for you," he tells her, his two differently colored eyes twinkling in awe.

Cue Kotoha's face going strawberry red, because why?? "Rooting for me? Aren't you supposed to tell me to stay in the kitchen? Tell me I'll make a great stay-at-home mom?"

"Why would I do that? You just beat up 5 whole guys in front of me without breaking a sweat, you're obviously strong. You'll do great at Furin, I'm sure."

"I mean," he shrugs, and it's with that action Kotoha realizes this boy is wearing earrings. Cherry blossom earrings. "Look at me! I'm two different colors, and the people here are nothing but kind to me. I think you'll find everyone here a lot more accepting than you might be used to."

Kotoha can't help but grimace down at the bowl of ramen she's been gifted. She doesn't need 'rooting for'. Let alone a man cheering her on, after all of the cruel things the opposite gender has tried burning into her. This path is hers alone.

"Not hungry? This ramen is completely original, you know! I make it totally from scratch."

And damn, he must be doing something right, then. It's the best fucking ramen she's ever tasted

Honestly may be adding more to this 👀I'll take it as kotosaku role swap!! <3

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when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck

I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off

anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received

“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”

14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking

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I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

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person trying to get out of a timeloop but they keep getting brutally murdered by the other person stuck in the timeloop, who is having the most amazing vacation of their life and refuses to leave

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This post is so funny like comment subscribe if you picture your favs bloodied and coughing on the floor and flinching

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Everyone who plays around with Tarot cards long enough winds up with a “bad” card that they love. I just barely persuaded my husband not to get the Ten of Swords tattooed on his body; traditionally, it shows a corpse with ten swords stuck in their body and means “utter ruin,” but he thought that if it took ten swords to kill you, then you must have put up a pretty good fight.

honestly this is the most badass ten of swords interpretation i've ever heard.  i'm stealing this

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every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

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Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

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I don't understand why anyone would want to read fiction about lgbtq+ struggling instead of being happy

because I don't think of books as escapism I think of them as works of fiction with themes and characters

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cannot recommend more putting secrets and hints in your creative work that you dont expect anyone to figure out