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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

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Heyo, saw you wanted some requests so I'm wondering if you could make some headcanons of some of the uppermoons meeting a fem!hashira!reader and turn them into a demon long before the current story takes place since most people always have them meet during the main story and turn them into a demon which leaves no room for them grow or spend time with the moon that turned them

I just wanna spend time with Akaza

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

uppermoons; akaza, kokushibo

WARNING: this may contain spoilers for each character and for the manga, by viewing this post you are consenting to see these spoilers.

a/n; i did way too much wiki reading for this :(, bc you only specified akaza, i added one more uppermoon, enjoy! (ps. almost 80 followers!!) lowercase is on purpose!!

cw; spoilers!!!! reader is a female, she/her pronouns used, third person pov, development of relationship + them being in love with you, no y/n (replaced with [f.name]), probably bad grammar, reader is a yapper i dont make the rules, may be ooc. for kokushibo; reader is blind, regains sight when she is turned into a demon.

 akaza — upper rank three

words; 946

“you don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.” — william faulkner

— akaza doesnt eat women.

akaza likely felt bad the day he met her. he pitied her, a hashira—a new one at that. when he first locked eyes with [f.name]’s figure it was a quiet night, he was perched near a tree, yellow eyes watching her like a hawk. he stared like she were an exotic specimen, hidden behind the camouflage of the dark scenery. [f.name] hadn’t noticed the presence of the demon just yet, focused on the small bird on the ground before her.

crouched on the grass, her uniform rustled with her movements to lay her nichirin sword on the grass next to her, a risky move. she scooped the bird into both palms, watching it chirp quietly, almost trying to warn her of the lurking presence near. she cradled the bird, attempting to spot the issue with it, the wing bent and unable to move. her guard was lowered, gentle features latched onto the bird in her hands, cradling and whispering to the bird as if it were a baby.

— akaza was probably one to step in when a lower demon decided on attacking her, he was already too far gone.

demon activity had started to spike in the last few years, more demon slayers needed for the fairly new corporation. [f.name] was a new hashira, and she wasn’t there for long. after the demon attack, she was left injured, her leg dripping blood onto the cool grass below her, she had barely been able to dodge the attack. she may have been able to, but the bird she once held in her grasp now lay a few feet away, the bird now dead on the ground. dammit. 

— akaza jumped in at that moment, saving her ass and once the demon that had tried attacking her was dead on the ground, akaza took his chance to potentially gain another demon. he succeeded

— akaza had just recently gained his rank at number three, he had been a demon for quite some time before then and only now had he recruited anyone.

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— the more time akaza decided to spend with [f.name], the more he realized his own feelings. he was a heartless demon, he shouldn’t feel this way for someone, especially a demon of such low rank.

akaza spent more time with [f.name] than he probably should’ve. she often brought him along on walks in the middle of the night, once the sun had set, [f.name] was blabbering on some old dirt road that led through the forest, abandoned because of the recent demon outrage. she always just barely missed his gaze, his eyes not as narrowed at her as they were at any meal he may have had. his gaze was either focused on the ground they walked on, or on [f.name] when they stopped near a ledge and talked like they were old friends.

— akaza wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, he realized this the moment another demon tried to comment on the metaphorical hearts floating in his eyes when he watched [f.name].

“akaza-dono, you look like a love struck puppy, my are you i—” douma, upper moon two, was promptly cut off the minute akaza swung his arm in his direction, the demon's head coming clean off above the nose. douma simply laughed off akaza’s attack, teasing something about teenage angst and running off, his head growing back just fine.

“love struck puppy,” akaza scoffed, eyes scowling in her direction, watching her turn to hurry his way, “bullshit.” he cursed quietly, his eyes softening a considerable amount the moment [f.name] opened her mouth to spew information no one, but akaza would ever listen to.

— when akaza finally gets around to spilling his feelings, [f.name] has probably already figured it out, but his attempt was still beautiful.

akaza sat with his legs crossed, [f.name] settled next to him on the cliff’s edge, her feet hanging off the side of the cliff, swinging back and forth as she rambled on about a topic akaza was lost in. his mind focused solely on her side profile, how her throat bobbed when she stopped to swallow or catch her breath, how her lips curled up and parted in a wolfish cackle that truly only akaza would like to hear.

“[f.name].” akaza began, his words halting her ramble, her head shooting to the side to stare at him. his fingers caught her chin, steadying her head and leaning in to press his lips to hers, stopping just a breath away and meeting her eyes, wide and surprised, “can i?” he whispered, yellow eyes flickering over her lips before glancing to her eyes again.

at her nod he leaned in, his mouth pressing to [f.name]’s in a light kiss. it was the ghost of the kiss, like he had never been there the split second he pulled away to gauge a reaction from her, hoping it was good. “akaza, do you,”

“i love you, as much as i can in this cold body.” he didn’t let her finish her sentence, eyes desperate as they looked to hers.

“i,” she murmured, thinking over her next words, “i knew it.”

“what—” akaza’s sentence was cut by her panicked look.

“i mean! i fully, wholeheartedly return your feelings, i love you too.” she corrected herself, laughing nervously and letting the sigh of relief leave her lips when he didn’t look angry at her previous words. akaza pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes, leaving [f.name] to admire the relaxed expression for once.

kokushibo — upper rank one

words; 719

“to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.” mark twain

— kokushibo has no preference for food.

the moon was high in the sky, casting a light on the garden his menacing form stood in, he barely remembers how he got himself into this situation. one moment he was walking towards a woman, the next she was on her knees, pressing her nose to the pretty flowers. she’s surely noticed his presence, likely mistaking him for another person admiring the flowers. it's only when she looks in his direction does he realize she can’t see him, she’s peering straight at him and yet, no reaction, as if he weren’t there to begin with.

“hello?” she finally speaks up, her eyebrows creased. she could’ve sworn she heard someone, footsteps approaching her, but now it was dead silent, maybe she was alone after all.

— wrong. kokushibo found this woman breathtaking, he just didn’t want to alert her.

“the wind.” she pushes it down to, her hands ghosting over the petals of the many flowers she can feel. she was technically supposed to be patrolling at the moment, searching and keeping an ear out for any potential demons, but she supposed she could let her guard down the moment the smell of roses invaded her nose.

— kokushibo is refined, a true gentleman if you will. he poses as just another passerby for tonight, and he sees her almost every night in the same place. she becomes a constant he sees a lot, and each time he misses his chance to approach you.

— its only when kokushibo finds her battered and beaten that he finally steps in. he saves her from a demon, and then he finally reveals his own identity as a demon, taking the chance to tell her all the pros of being a demon, the one con being, she can’t be in the sun.

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— when she regains her sight as a demon, she begins to spend all of her time trailing after kokushibo like a lost puppy.

“kokushibo,” she says, rocking back and forth on her heels as she stares up at the towering demon, “guess what i did today.”

and she rambles, oftentimes about a topic not even she knows about. a human stabbed her a little too deep and it won't heal quick enough, kokushibo. she ate a human today and now she doesn’t see the appeal of it, kokushibo. she tells him every little thought that crosses her mind. she was turned in her early days of being in the demon slayer corps, just as kokushibo was. she had freshly become a hashira and soon after she had been turned into a demon.

— it’s only when she begins spending her time in kokushibo’s personal space that he begins to feel something for her. she watches him train like a devoted student, kneeling near a corner and watching with warm eyes as he swings his blade with practiced precision.

“kokushibo,” she says, smiling up at the demon. she’s sure she’s said his name at least a hundred times today, like she does everyday, his name became second nature. when she needed help, kokushibo. when she wanted to go on a nighttime walk, kokushibo. she was just relieved that he never seemed to mind walking or listening to her talk

— one day kokushibo has enough. he corners her in the old room he trains in, a large figure covering her own, and then he kneels down.

kokushibo sat on his knees in front of her, his large hands on each side of her face, bringing her face close enough until he was the only thing she could see. “i love you.”

his confession of love is whispered with a cold voice. it sounded almost sarcastic, but [f.name] had spent enough time around him that it was easy to tell he wasn’t joking. ever. he never joked, and he wouldn’t about this.

“i’ve always wanted to hear you say that.” she laughs nervously, her sharp teeth revealed to him, all six of his eyes focused on her facial features.

— kokushibo doesn’t kiss her yet. he doesn’t kiss her until he’s courted her to his own standards. he’s an old soul, quite literally ancient. he only kisses her when she’ll least expect it, wanting to drag it out and make it all worth it.

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reblogs and hearts are appreciated !!

and requests are still open!

hope you enjoyed this :))

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i love the internet

imagine instead of wuthering waves it was called 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 waves and instead of fighting scar we get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with him >:)

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DREAMS

High School AU

male!character x fem!reader

summary; you have a nightmare :000

cw; third person; reader is referred to as a she, mentions of parent issues—vaguely. gore, very little, bad writing, probably cringy, reader/character are in high school :(, reader is called 'babydoll' many times, reader is fairly quiet

a/n; this was not requested, it was impulsive, and i got bored

THE bell finally went off. The clock read 3:05, the afternoon announcements starting as the voices around her drowned out as the principal began speaking over the intercom.

“This evening we’d like it if all students came to show some support at our football game. All the players appreciate it.”

Her eyes felt dry, a familiar ringing sound resonating in her head—drowning out the sound of the principal speaking. The ringing was loud and booming in her ears.

“You are now dismissed.”

She heard the principals voice speak one last time before the last bell of the day rang. The peaceful silence was interrupted and laughter and chatter filled the halls as the students filed out of the classroom.

As she stepped out of the classroom, her eyes flickered to the dingy bathrooms across from the classroom. The basement bathrooms were always disgusting, it’s where most of the vandalism happened, and that’s another reason she never uses those bathrooms.

Though she couldn’t be more relieved that it was the weekend, once she arrived home she could take a well-deserved nap.

Just as she began to focus on her peaceful surroundings, a familiar arm slung itself around her shoulders, slightly jarring her as she stumbled to lean into the person. Her head moving to the side to meet the eyes of the perpetrator.

“You look pissed. Your parents?” She nodded at the boy.

“They just don’t get it, you’re a growing girl. They should let you take a break.” He let out a laugh, causing her to smile as well. She nodded at his words again.

“You can say that again.” She breathed out, before he removed his arm from her shoulders—but not after giving her one last squeeze—opting to walk in a comfortable silence next to her. They approached a crosswalk and she stopped to press the button, waiting for the light to flash so they could cross, but he didn’t wait, he simply let out a laugh about her being “too careful”. He taunted as he crossed the road, failing to notice an oncoming car.

“Maybe it’s time to loosen up, there aren’t any—“

She jumped harshly, a spray of blood scattering across her face and clothes, her shaky fingers dropping her bag to the ground with a loud thud.

The car sped off, not wanting to be blamed for the death of the boy.

She took deep breaths, her vision feeling blurry and her legs feeling as though they’d give out, and they did, she fell to her knees, her fingers swiping messily at his blood that stained her skin, a blood-curdling scream leaving her lips as she cried out.

She shot up from her bed, deep breaths filling the room before a groan came from next to her, “are you okay?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard his voice her head turning as she stares at him with widened doe-eyes, before she launched herself at him, her arms circling around his torso and and sobbing into his collarbone as she tightly grabbed him.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s gotten into you, babydoll?” He said quietly, still sounding as tired as ever, his fingers dropping to her head to run through her hair, the knots of the hair slowly falling out as he kept his fingers running through her hair.

“I don’t wanna talk about it," He nodded his head to her words, lifting her head to look at her first.

“You’re a mess, babydoll.” He said softly, letting her limply fall back onto him, his warmth seeping into her body.

A silence settled between them again, his breath evening out—a tell-tale sign he’d fallen back to sleep. Fear settled in her bones and she kept her ear over his heart, listening to it beat evenly in her ear. Reassurance he was still here, and that it was just a nightmare.

She wasn't alone.

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mha; eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari. jjk; yuji itadori, gojo satoru. tokyorev; shinichiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo (hear me out), rindou haitani. ohshc; hikaru hitachiin, tamaki suoh. bsd; chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai.

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saiki believes in the dark reunion, pass it on 

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Hello!! I hope your day is going well!!

I was wondering if I could request a Ranpo or Poe x reader. Like maybe the reader drunk calls them and confesses in the middle of the night? Only to try and (poorly) play it off the next day.

note; i couldnt think of anything for poe, so im very sorry, but if i ever do think of anything ill probably post it. this really has no set storyline because i was like half asleep when i wrote this, but thank you for requesting! :)

[ no use of y/n (replaced by [f.name]), probably ooc, reader is a functioning alcoholic, no pronouns used for reader ]

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You softly hummed to yourself, the glass of the coffee table your head rested against fogging and defogging with every breath you inhaled and exhaled.

“Do-do-do..” You breathed out, mocking the ringing of your phone that sat to the side of your face, just enough for you to see. Eventually, the ringing stopped and a familiar voice spoke up.

“Hello?” He sounded tired, his voice was groggy and slurred with sleep. “[f.name], what do you want?” He asked over the phone again, and you lifted your head ready to speak into the phone.

“Have I ever tol’ you tha’ you’re my favorite perso..?” You hummed with a slurred voice, your words not quite being finished, your train of thought losing itself quickly.

“Huh?” He said, an audible groan leaving his lips. “It’s too la—“

“I’m sooo in love wit’ you..” You giggled, a rare noise. Your fingers drifted across the coffee table and grabbed the half-empty bottle of alcohol, bringing the top of the bottle to your lips and downing the rest of the drink, the bottle slipping from your fingers and falling to the—thankfully—carpeted part of the floor and rolling, unscathed.

“You’re what?” He asked, almost in disbelief at what you had just said.

“..nothin’.” You laughed mischievously, your fingers fumbling to hang up the phone, failing to listen to Ranpo’s words, the phone long forgotten on the ground as you drank yourself to sleep.

— the next morning.

Your head was pounding, the lights being flicked on only worsened the throbbing.

“Turn the light off it’s—“

“No.” You jumped up at the sound of Ranpo’s voice, your headache almost going away immediately as you sat up. “What was that last night?”

“What—ahem—what do you mean?” You quickly asked, trying to feign innocence, scrambling from your messy bed, and sliding a couple of the empty bottles of alcohol away from his view.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“How did you get into my house?”

“Doesn’t matter, what did you mean by that last night?”

“Seriously, how did you get it?”

“Don’t try to play dumb with me, I am the world's greatest detective.” He boasted while grabbing the top of his hat with a grin, finding any chance to brag about his smarts, his face scrunching in disapproval and his grin disappearing when you mocked him silently, your hand folding to pretend it was a mouth, opening and closing it repeatedly as if to impersonate his bragging.

“Ugh, me, me, me, rampo this and rampo th—ah!” Your mocking was interrupted as his face was brought closer to your own—almost jumping right out of your bed—his usually closed eyes now opening and boring green into [e.color], his head tilted to the side and an upset look on his features.

“You were drunk! A-hah! I figured it out, wait…” He paused, lifting to his full height and scratching the side of his head with what looked like a blush on his cheeks. “..am I really your favorite person?”

At that your composure was gone, the hangover you had still desperately pounding at your head as you burst out laughing, lips parted as breathless laughs fell from you, your eyes filling with tears from your laughter, leaving Ranpo standing there, mouth slightly agape.

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Hiii! All good? I hope so!

Do you crossover? I wanted to request a prompt where the reader, who came from the kny universe, somehow ended up in the jujutsu universe. The reader has the breath of mist and I think it would be funny to see him trying to fight the curses and seeing that it's not working "I think there's something wrong with these demons🧍".

As for who would find the reader I would prefer Gojo, but it's your choice! Thanks in advance ♥️

note; i assumed since you said "he" you wanted a male reader, if not maybe i misinterpreted, sorry if so :)) i tried my best, and i wasn't too sure how to go about this, but i hope you enjoy it

[ no use of y/n (replaced with [f.name], might be ooc, reader is sorta cocky and a lil rude, but gojo is too ]

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Once again the nichirin sword sliced through nothingness when he swung through the disturbing figure that stood tall. "First form, Mist Breathing; Low Clouds, Distant Haze."

The boy breathed through gritted teeth, swinging once more and watching as the mist dispersed, but the figure did not, it stood with a creepy smile on its face and giggling about devouring him.

The boy stood confused, tilted head, hand lifting up to scratch at his scalp in mild confusion—actually severe confusion. This day could've went any other way, but here he was, mindlessly swinging at an entity he thought to be a demon, watching it stand still if nothing could hurt it—and with the tides of this very one-sided fight nothing could hurt it.

But as the boy raised his katana to try once more, a pale hand came over his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Do you really think that's gonna work?" A head of white hair came into view as the strangers head leaned down to catch a glimpse of the boy's face. He was laughing at him? Cruel, yes, he was.

He spun around and away from the strange man, sword held high in his hands as the darkened world around melted away, the looming figure of the entity melting into the ground at the mere sight of this man. "Who are you and what are your dealings?"

"I saw you struggling," he chuckled, "I just thought you'd want my help, hm?" He ended with a cocky head tilt, a smirk crossing his lips that seemed to have lip gloss on them.

"Why would I want your help?" [f.name] responded, narrowing his eyes accusingly. It looked as though the stranger had offended [f.name] by assuming he needed help with anything.

"Because," the stranger sassed, placing his hand on his hip and popping it out to the side, "you weren't using any cursed energy while I was watching, it was p—"

"Huh? What's cursed energy?"

"Don't cut me off—you don't know what cursed energy is? Are you not a Jujutsu Sorcerer?" The stranger stepped towards [f.name], arms moving to cross over his chest as he leaned forward to look down on the boy.

"What nonsense are you speaking? Cursed energy? Jujutsu Sorcerer?" The more the stranger went on about this the less [f.name] understood. This might be a long day. "Are you a demon? Is this some sort of trick!"

"A demon? No, you stu—don't swing that at me!" Let's rephrase that, this will be a long day.

"There's something wrong with your demons stupid! They won't go down!" [f.name] swung the blade at the strange man before he eventually swatted it from his hands, [f.name] choosing to stand blinking, almost seething with rage.

He broke his nichirin sword.

— later that day

"I don't believe you." Gojo stated, arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised at [f.name]. "Fighting demons sounds crazy."

"Fighting demons is crazy, and I think your demons are weird. They don't even react when I swing!" [f.name] wildly swung his arms around as if to prove a point.

"What demons?"

"The demons here, they lurk everywhere, they're weird." [f.name] rolled his eyes.

"Those aren't demons." Gojo's eyes following [f.name] from behind his sunglasses. "You're forcing me to waste a perfectly good day on this."

"I am not forcing you to do anything. You're the one following me around." [f.name] groaned in annoyance, walking faster than Gojo.

"If I didn't follow you around then you'd get lost, right?" Gojo mocked, arms on his hips. "You don't even have to answer that, I know you'd get lost without me as your tour guide."

"I've known you for maybe two hours and I'd rather get lost than deal with you."

Gojo scoffed in offense, cocking his head to the side at the nasty scowl [f.name] threw him, but continued to follow him around.

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a  large  &  extensive  GOOGLE  DOCS  template,  designed  for  roleplayers  who  want  to  display  the  details  of  their  oc.  it  should  be  EASY  -  MEDIUM  to  edit,  will  require  a  little  prior  gdocs  knowledge  to  edit.  WRITING  HEAVY.  makes  light  use  of  drawings,  tables,  and  word  wraps,  but  the  main  focus  is  writing  &  information.  inspired  by  social  media  &  computer  aesthetics.  THIS  IS  MY  FIRST  EVER  GOOGLE  DOC.  don't  mess  with  the  credit,  unless  you  move  it  elsewhere;  i  don't  mind  as  long  as  it  is  visible  SOMEWHERE.  yes,  you  can  replace  the  words  of  the  credit.  released  in  tandem  -  &  -  an  alternate  version  of  #USERTAEHYUN

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Read Please!

Hello,

Recently I've had a lot of time on my hands and with that time I took up creating a couple original characters and a couple chapters of my own for various shows, movies, etc. and I'd like an outside opinion.

So, I was wondering if there was a writer or anyone in general who would like to take a look at one or two of them and give me some feedback.

But by saying feedback I mean quite a bit of feedback and not just a sentence or two.

ps. If you would like to private message me I can give you one of my social media to talk better, thank you!

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reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

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Wikipedia Inspired About Page

hello !! shin here !! i've seen quite a few people all throughout the rpc that have used "wikia" based google doc templates for their dossiers and whatnot so i felt the need to try and make one myself !! here's a couple of dummy photos of what it looks like !!

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used Wraith’s “DocWiki” Google Docs Template by @hallowraith !!

you're free to change whatever you want in the template !! color, font, table info, footer info, add / remove stuff, etc. !!

i don't require you to credit me for this tbh !! all i ask is for you to like and / or reblog this and nothing else !!

you can find it here !!

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I’m back, it took me quite a while but I got everything moved to my computer and everything is running smoothly again.

I will be starting to post some stories and answering the asks i got while I was gone. I’m sorry for the wait for anyone who asked for them and I’ll make sure their as good as you want them to be.

For the meantime I’ll be taking as many asks that get sent in so if you want anything written just privately message me or request it and I’ll get to it as quick as I can. I thank you all for being so patient with me.

Love you!

ANNOUNCEMENT

Alright, so I have seen quite a few requests come in, don't think I'm ignoring those, because I'm not.

But it will take me a few weeks to get to those requests, my phone is where I keep most of my notes and almost all of my writings, and currently, my phone screen is broken, rendering it hard for me to use it and it will also cost a feat of money, so if I disappear for a while this is just a heads up.

I'm still writing, but it'll take me a couple weeks to get everything fixed and back in order. Don't miss me too much.

Love you!

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Alright, so I have seen quite a few requests come in, don't think I'm ignoring those, because I'm not.

But it will take me a few weeks to get to those requests, my phone is where I keep most of my notes and almost all of my writings, and currently, my phone screen is broken, rendering it hard for me to use it and it will also cost a feat of money, so if I disappear for a while this is just a heads up.

I'm still writing, but it'll take me a couple weeks to get everything fixed and back in order. Don't miss me too much.

Love you!

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Heyo! I saw you asking for requests! If it is alright, may I request play hide and seek with James bonde or Louis from Moriarty the patriot? With a gn reader please?

Thank you so much! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hide-and-Seek

MTP

James Bonde & Louis James Moriarty

[ I wrote it with romance in mind, but I guess you can read it as platonic, though there’s some kissing but no actual confirmation of a relationship ]

[ hide-and-seek together ]

[ gender neutral reader ]

ah thank you, by the way, I hope I’ve done these two justice, I tried. :)

Louis James Moriarty

Louis wanted to give up.

He’d counted to one-hundred and now was struggling to find you, where have you gone? He doesn’t know.

He searched almost every room twice, maybe three times, or four. He was reluctant to entertain your idea of playing hide-and-seek to begin with. He thought he’d be hiding first, but no, you wanted to hide. You were too convincing.

He’s walked around the mansion way too many times to count, occasionally, he’d hear a giggle come from somewhere and then he wouldn’t find you, proof you were moving hiding spots more often.

Louis stopped mid-step noticing a door that had cracked open when he walked by, his head twisting in the direction of the door, he squinted his eyes and he could swear he could see a pair of [e.color] eyes staring through the darkened room. The giggle that came from behind the door as it closed again provided his mind with an answer that he’d won.

He stepped over and cracked open the door, your body pressed against the door as he pushed it open, your laughs having given away your position in the end. You jumped out at Louis, he didn’t look fazed by your “scare” already knowing you were in here by your obvious laughs.

“Come on! Let’s go again!” You said jumping and grabbing his wrist to drag him back to the front door where they started, but before you were able to pull him away he pulled you back into him, pressing his lips to your forehead and holding you there for a minute.

“Lou...is?” He let out a hum over her skin when you hesitantly spoke his name. “What are you doing…?” You asked, watching as Louis pulled away from the kiss he left on your forehead, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him, ignoring your questions.

“Come on. We’ll play again.”

James Bonde

Why was he so good at this?

You had asked yourself that multiple times as you stalked around your home, determined to find James. This had started as an innocent game of hide-and-seek, but last round he thought it’d be funny to pour a cup of water on you while you were hidden away in the shower.

Damn that man.

Now it was simply for revenge, bursting into random rooms and even taking a trip to the basement—which only proved to worsen your mood, as a result of a spider intruding. He really had no care, he’d have had to hear the scream you let out when you came face-to-face with the spider. Just thinking of it gets you shivering.

You froze, a grin spreading across your mouth as you spotted a head of familiar blonde hair peeking up above a table only slightly. You were careful not to be loud as you tiptoed to the table, you counted to yourself… 1… 2… and 3!

You jumped across the table, your head peeking in front of his upside down, he only slightly jumped before a smile you knew all too well crossed his face and he was quick to escape, sliding away and running down a hall. You got off the table with a huff and began to run after him, catching up to him and tackling him to the ground, now lying on his back underneath you.

“..haha!~ Gotcha.” You spoke in a cocky tone, but your smile fell whenever he didn’t look as surprised as you had hoped, in almost a split second your positions were flipped, James’ body above you know.

“Or do I have you?” He inquired, his head cocking to the side before he leaned down and pressed his nose to yours. For a moment you thought he would’ve kissed you.

“Ah-ah~” With a shake of his finger he climbed off of you, leaving you lying on the floor as red as a tomato.

Well played, James. Well played.

[a4latus]

Oh my goodness, I am begging. I have had zero ideas for anything these past few months, please request.

I swear I can be a good writer, but seriously I’m up for any requests, just make sure they abide by my rules, and if you have any questions I’m always here to answer them personally.

[a4latus]

ANIME LIST

I 𓂃 Jujutsu Kaisen

II 𓂃 Bungo Stray Dogs

III 𓂃 Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba

IV 𓂃 Haikyuu

V 𓂃 Moriarty the Patriot

VI 𓂃 Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

VII 𓂃 Tokyo Revengers

VIII 𓂃 Genshin Impact

IX 𓂃 Honkai Star Rail

X 𓂃Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji

XI 𓂃 Obey Me

XII 𓂃 Yu-Gi-Oh

XIII 𓂃 The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

XIV 𓂃 Angels of Death

XV 𓂃 Twisted Wonderland

That is all I can think of. Even if the anime or tv show or game you're looking for isn't on here, ask me personally and I'll tell you if I can or cannot write for it. I've played/watched most of these so I know what is going on, but a lot of times characters go out of character and I'm very sorry if I disappoint.