#Writing in a niche

[ripeteeth]

you gotta write for your dick not the stats

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

[bardicbird]

“Without… soul… Kris… will…”

aka, what if the player was pretentiously college educated.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[godliath]

first 2 weeks of sketching with a supernote! (colors were done separately on ipad)

[geezmarty]

drawing more taash/bellara. help

[namesniche]

Everytime Vanilla tries to help him.. he always rejects it. I wonder why..

[bratbby333]

was just thinkin about gojo if he played college baseball and it kinda spiraled from there…

baseballplayer!satoru who never misses the chance to show off—especially if you’re watching.

he is most definitely the starting pitcher. are you kidding? the aura? the charisma? the energy? he’s cocky and a total diva because he’s the team’s ace. their defensive lineup is nothing without his skills.

baseballplayer!satoru who has your initials stitched on his glove.

he is so superstitious and ritualistic that he will only wear his lucky batting gloves if you hand them to him. he’ll even throw a fit if you don’t give him a good luck kiss before the game because he’s absolutely certain that you’re the reason he’s preforming so well.

he’s not obnoxious about PDA (anymore), but he does always have a hand on your waist or around your shoulders. physical contact of some kind is a must or he’ll get pouty.

baseballplayer!satoru who loves all the snacks you pack for him. he claims he plays better when they come from you and he refuses to get anything store-bought because they don’t ‘taste the same’.

baseballplayer!satoru who gets mildly offended when you cheer too loudly for his teammates or even mention an opposing team.

he pouts and starts to sulk, his eyes narrowing in mock-suspicion. “i’m literally the best player on the field. you wouldn’t betray me like that…right…?” you just giggle and roll your eyes in response, squishing his cheeks fondly. he’s definitely still pouting, but it’s all facade. he’s actively trying not to smile and is hiding the fact that he’s melting on the inside at the sound of your laugh.

baseballplayer!satoru who always pushes himself to the limit and is absolutely exhausted after practice.

he’ll flop himself onto the bed, curling up against you with a huff. “babyyy…my body hurts. please love on me. it’s the only thing that’ll make me feel better.” and after about two minutes of head scratches he's out cold, head firmly planted on your chest as his fingers curl around your shirt. so big and bad on the field but turns to putty in your arms.

he’ll take you on long drives with no destination in mind, especially after a tiring day. the windows are down as the wind whistles through the car. the music is low, the melody soft and peaceful. his hand rests on your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

he talks about his dreams of going pro, but always ending with, “as long as you’re there, i don’t care where i end up. and when i make it big, im taking you with me. first-class. forever.”

baseballplayer!satoru who sometimes sneaks you onto the field after-hours.

he teaches you how to hold a bat, how to throw a pitch, and would most definitely make terrible innuendos the entire time. “Gotta get a firm grip, sweetheart. Can’t swing properly if you don’t wrap your hands around it just right.” you almost laugh. almost. “Don’t be shy. Give it everything you’ve got. Full body movement. Trust me—hips make all the difference.” this one earns him a soft slap to his bicep as you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face and warmth in your cheeks tells him everything he needs to know.

you show up for him every single day, on and off the field. but don’t think he doesn’t also support you 100%. in fact, his reciprocity always goes above and beyond. when you do something amazing—ace a test, get a promotion, anything—he leaves a gift box on your pillow or takes you somewhere nice. sometimes, he wears your name written on tape over the back of his jersey just to make a point.

“gotta let ‘em know who i play for.”

baseballplayer!satoru who takes you to all the college ragers and keg parties with him.

if someone starts flirting with you, he keeps his cool. however, he will slide in behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he presses a few kisses to your neck. he’ll cast a sly glance at the person before looking down at you, “sorry, this one’s taken. isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he’d say, his smirk never wavering.

baseballplayer!satoru when he wears his backwards baseball cap and smirks down at you? dangerous. at first, he didn’t understand the effects—fidgeting with his hats is a compulsion at this point. but once he figured it out? he does it on purpose. he loves that it drives you crazy.

sometimes, during a heated makeout session, he’ll take it off and put it on you. he pauses, giving himself a moment to drink in the sight of you—lips swollen and eyes low. you gaze up at him with the cutest little smile while his thumbs trace your cheeks. he can’t help but bite his lip and mutter, “shit. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

and after a big win, he’s so hyped up and absolutely buzzing with adrenaline that he almost doesn’t make it all the way home. he pins you against the wall the second the door closes, growling in your ear, “i need you. now.”

his calloused hands run along your body as he roughly tugs on your clothes, lips sucking on your soft flesh while he nips at your skin.

baseballplayer!satoru who has an undeniable praise kink. i guess that's why he's such good team player...

he runs his mouth like it’s second nature—on the field, in the locker room, and especially when you’re beneath him. he's downright filthy. this man is obnoxiously confident, downright obsessed with you, and dangerously good with his words… he whispers praise and filth in the same breath, telling you how good you feel, how pretty you sound, and especially how lucky he is to have you like this. all his. “you like watching me on the field, baby? bet you like this more, huh?” he’s driven by his deep rooted desire for you to always know how badly he wants you. every moan, every arch of your back, every flutter of your lashes drives him crazy, and he’s not shy about saying it. “you hear that? that’s allll you. sounding so damn pretty for me.” “look at you—fuck, i don’t deserve this…my pretty girl—i don’t deserve you.” he gets especially talkative when you’re being quiet. if you try to bite back your sounds, he’ll go feral trying to break you open with his voice alone. “cmon, baby. don’t hide it. let me hear how good i make you feel.” you already know he’s got so much stamina, and if you don’t answer him the way he likes, he’ll thrust even harder, burying himself even deeper, trying to get those sweet sounds to fall from your lips once more. “say it, pretty girl. say who’s making you feel this good.”

and, when it’s just the two of you, the rest world fading into background noise, he’s soft in ways that only you get to see.

in his mind, he'd happily trade teasing smirks for sleepy smiles, his constant sexual innuendos for whispered “i love you’s,” and baseball caps for hoodie-covered cuddles. he still talks a big game, of course. that will never change. but now it’s about the future he wants with you, the tiny apartment he wants to share, the warm meals after practice, the wins you’ll celebrate together.

because to satoru, success means nothing if you're not by his side. you were always the real home run. his most valuable win.

author note! i know this has probably been done before but i have personally never read/seen any gojo x baseball before and the urge to write my own headcannons was too intense to ignore. i hope y'all enjoyed!

dividers from @/cafekitsune

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[kiplex]

✧ Thinking abt Nerd! Caleb ✧

(Anime convention edition)

Nerd! Caleb x F! Cosplayer reader

Minors DNI

Tags: mention of pervy behavior, mention of cossex, Caleb being an ideal cosplay handler LMFAOO, idk go to an anime convention this is what it's like

A/N: Sometimes I need to remind people bc they forget Caleb is a loser trapped inside a hot guy's body. Are you kidding?? You like Nerdjo?? You'll love Caleb honestly (it's a pipeline I fear) Also if you couldn't tell I'm a seasoned cosplay vet, these are #justcosplayerthing LMFAO. In honor of the Anime Expo fomo I'm about to get! This is a niche HC, that is so self indulgent it'll find its audience if it's meant to.

Nerd! Caleb who loves going to cons with you because one, his super hot girlfriend is cosplaying his favorite characters, and two he gets to show off he super hot girlfriend cosplaying his favorite characters

Nerd! Caleb who picks up your badges for you while you get ready

Nerd! Caleb who pleads to fuck you in cosplay everytime he sees you in it. He knows it's never gonna happen with how many months it took you to put together just one of the many cosplays for the weekend. He does it anyway, because he can't help it.

Nerd! Caleb who begrudgingly holds your artist alley merch and bag when some guys ask to take a photo with you, he will be glaring at them the entire time.

Nerd! Caleb who protects you from con creeps, because he's the only one allowed to blatantly stare at your ass while you walk through the con halls

Nerd! Caleb who spends HOURS in the dealers hall looking at model kits. He leaves with hands full and bank account nearly empty.

Nerd! Caleb who takes a million photos of you over the weekend. Why do you need a photographer when you have a perfectly good Caleb!!! You just have to accept the fact some of those photos are incredibly candid. Also a few panties shots that, if asked, he didn't take.

Nerd! Caleb who is very respectful of other cosplayers! He loves asking the people with the most interesting armor what their building process was. His eyebrows knit together as he gets really focused and invested in what 3D printer some guy was using.

Nerd! Caleb who carries around blister tape, ibuprofen, and some crackers for the second you start complaining about your wig headache

Nerd! Caleb who is somehow always able to charm his way into getting the best deal at the dealers hall. You want a mass marketed plushie that's way overpriced? Caleb is able to get it for a normal retail value.

Nerd! Caleb who is stopping to ask everyone about what their favorite part of the show, game or manga they're apart of and will yap their ear off about it.

Nerd! Caleb who, gets invited as your plus one to all the hotel parties, and is very focused on making sure you don't lose various pieces of your cosplay as you remove pieces throughout the night. He's not leaving anything unaccounted for!!

Nerd! Caleb who will buy a very tipsy you several bacon wrapped hot dogs on the journey back to your own hotel room, despite him knowing you'll scold him for doing so tomorrow.

Nerd! Caleb who reminds you to do your skincare are you peeling off your now extremely uncomfortable cosplay to take a shower, because you still have 3-4 more days of this and plenty of photos to still take.

You can find my master list here!

[lucidloving]

Joshua Moritz, 'Is There a God-Shaped Hole at the Heart of Mathematics?' // Bluepoch Games, Reverse 1999 // Li C. Tien, "Right Triangle" // Proclus Diadochus // @lothmoth // Lisa Rosenberg, "Introduction to Methods of Mathematical Physics" // Wassily Kadinsky, watercolour abstract // Albert Einstein // see 4

[its-a-femmes-thoughts]

golden retriever butch x cryptid creature who lives in the forest femme

[sunnie-angel]

After years of patching himself up and repairing his own gear, Jason Todd is pretty good with a needle and thread.

That means that when you catch your favourite shirt in a door and rip it, he quietly takes it from the laundry pile and mends it. It reappears in your closet, good as knew with nothing said about it.

He’ll dedicate Sunday afternoons to going over his equipment, needle flashing between deft fingers to repair small rips and tears. Humming thoughtfully over bullet holes too big to patch over or tears too large to keep the material uncompromised.

One day, when you’re sorting through your childhood things, you find your favourite stuffed toy from when you were a kid. It’s more worn than you’d remembered, nose almost rubbed off, one eye dangling loose on a thread. Hugging it to your chest causes its head to loll awkwardly, neck stitches starting to rip. You’ve got tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat when Jason sits down on the floor beside you, sewing kit in hand. His hands are so gentle as he takes the toy from you, tender in how each stitch affixes its head back onto the plush body. Fishing around in his kit, he finds a thread to match the colour of your toy’s eye and stitches it on securely. You hold your breath as you watch him, large hands putting back together this remnant of your childhood. He hands it back to you, presses a kiss to your forehead as you snuggle the restored toy to your chest, before packing away his kit.

[dwtdog]

bring back reddit socmed fics need dream going to a cat forum and George being the annoying ass redditor who starts flirting with him in a snarky way

[moyazaika]

hmm