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The comic I did for @fmatriozine !! I hope you like it! 😍

Leftover sales are currently open until April 1st! If you love FMA you can't possibly miss this, go check them out!! 😍

When I drew this I thought Al was still taller than him, but after re-reading the manga, it turns out Ed surpassed him!! I was so shocked, I forgot that detail 😂 He's still a shrimp in my heart 🤣

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BEST FRIENDSSSSSS

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Typical chaotic AO3 Author’s Note life update but:

I got engaged 💍🎉 ! It was a sweet just us moment in front of the Tokyo Tower 🗼 and I couldn’t be happier 🥹 and we bought a house before we left for our vacation! So I’m picking up overtime on top of my full time schedule 💀💔 but now that I’ve passed most of my operating room training and become a well established registered nurse on the roster, the stress levels have really gone down and I can confidently say I love my job and what I do these days!

(But I would love being a travel content creator more for sure 😔😮‍💨)

I’m still writing 😌 and reading more because that’s my 2024 resolution. I aspire to feel the way I felt when I was reading The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games… Percy Jackson, Harry Potter… though I don’t know if I can get behind those viral booktok ones like CoHo/ACOTAR/First Wing… like I have to agree with the people who say those books are for people who missed having a Wattpad phase 🤷🏻‍♀️ but anyways. I digress.

I hope everybody that reads this is happy, healthy, doing the best they can in these very troubling global circumstances (🍉), and that you find luck and love in every day.

💘 V

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Candid

[f!reader x various ; multiple routes/oneshots]

Nobara buys the group disposable Fujifilm cameras with the following instructions: take as many aesthetic pictures as you can. Of course, your crush just HAS to notice when you try to secretly take a candid of them. To make matters worse, the two of you end up alone together, and of course they just HAVE to ask you about it. And, of COURSE, the cursed spirit you're hunting down just HAS to try and kill you, forcing them to come to your rescue. Of course!

You're sure your film roll must be full of interesting shots, to say the least.

Despite how pathetic you were in comparison to that person, they always made you feel like a valued equal. You felt like their friend; something you never thought you’d find again after losing all of them in one fell swoop. But you had already resigned yourself and come to terms with the fact that you’d only ever admire them from afar. Whatever you were feeling right now wasn’t anything serious. It was just a harmless crush, if that. The butterflies would go away with time. …right?

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How do you suggest writing for best friends who are mutually lusting for each other but want to be respectful, as they value the friendship? It's mostly from a guy's pov who loves his best friend, id say the LI doesn't know.

(Also, I did ask someone else this question worded differently. I hope you don't mind, I admire both of your writing. You're one of my favorites! But, no pressure to answer this. You definitely don't have to)

How very touching to be called one of somebody's favourites :,)

I'd think about the genre and mood you want to convey in your story. If you're trying to write a rom-com, maybe you could play into misunderstanding tropes and set up comedic bits/funny moments that bring them closer or further apart. What's the climactic point you want to work your way to? How should you get there? Afterwards, what's the scene that you want your story to end on?

If it's angst, you could really dive into A's POV and internal monologue about how he feels about B. Why does he feel like he can't tell B about his honest feelings/what's preventing him from transitioning the friendship to a relationship? Fear of rejection? Worried about society? You could go a lot of different ways with that question.

For me it's easier to channel a character's feelings when I think about what I'd do or how I might feel. If you were A, what would run through your head? Would the same go through his?

Asking yourself questions like that informs you of the reader's perspective instead of just the writer's.

It's also helpful to look up other similar stories and absorb how other creators write/draw/film narratives. Of course, don't copy or plagiarize, but every creation is faceted with inspiration from other sources.

Etc etc.

Hope that was helpful and answered your question !

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"more than words" ED4 Shibuya locations

Many thanks to the hardworking Jujutsu Kaisen fans who find these places. Credit to @/M79_yy on twitter. They've got better photos so check them out. Also, the JJK Google Earth project. I just wanted to link to Google Street View so you can really immerse yourself. Lol

Stairs by Rockaholic.

Bicycle garage.

Windows

Cerulean Tower

Graffitied fans by the stairs.

Cosmic Slope. Crates in front of this restaurant. Can't get a Street View from inside the alleyway.

Same alleyway. It has the Spanish restaurant behind Megumi but it's not on Google Street View yet.

Near the beginning(?) of Cosmic Slope. You can see the red bench across the street of the rails. It's near the alleyway.

Across the street from Shibuya Labor & Welfare building.

The telephone booth that was across the street.

Down the street to in front of PARCO.

Hachiko Memorial statue.

Shibuya 109 (Couldn't resist adding the Halloween 360 view.)

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happy new year!! — @anonymilk

Happy New Year my milky friend 🫶🏼🥛

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I read ur ayato fics… AND HELL THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF LITERATURE IVE EVER READ in the ao3 platform.(aside from manacled) jkjkkkkkjajajsj I love ayato so much and him plus ur writing was he majestic😍😍😍

🥹 thank you!!! I’m happy to hear you liked it!

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PLEASE CONTINUE ‘MUSE’ IM DYING FOR THE RIN’S PART 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I wrote the first one and second one so quickly and then when it came to Rin’s I wrote the first line and then … blanked 😭

But !!! It helps to know people really want to read it so I’ll go back to the draft 😖🤞🏼 prommy

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Yuuta’s little “dame-da~” in the latest episode.

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K.O

[reader x "gearless" joe / "nomad"]

There was no other man like Joe for you. You had never loved somebody like you did him; even after he disappeared for five years. Some days you hated him.

Most days, though... you missed him.

Not a day had gone by in the past five years that your thoughts hadn’t spun back to Joe. Most days you missed him. Some days you hated him. In the end, it didn’t matter when you never got over him. How dare he show up after all these years of radio silence, acting like some kind of tragic hero all of the sudden!? You wanted to clock him for all the grief you’d felt in his absence. God knows you’re used to trading punches with him. But you burst out into tears instead. Fuck; you hadn’t wanted to cry.

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VITAMIN ME — JUJUTSU KAISEN BOYS + SICK FIC

featuring. gojo, toji, inumaki, nanami, okkotsu, itadori, choso, fushiguro

content. taking care of the boys/the boys taking care of you when feeling sick, all fluff, no warnings 

word count. 2.5k 

SATORU GOJO

He doesn’t feel under the weather often, but when he does, it hits him tenfold. He’s whiny, dramatic, borderline inconsolable, and feels well within his rights to demand your undivided attention, because he’s not usually like this… sick, that is (he is usually whiny and dramatic, no illness in the world could take that away from him).

You and him both know when he’s dragging it, but you can’t help but to feel bad for him. Because when Satoru is sick, he’s sick—you feel like you need to constantly monitor all his vitals, set a timer to make sure he gets medication because he’s so cold and pale and sluggish, it’s worrisome. Of course, he finds the strength to tease you, “You worried about little old me, sweets? Don’t be—‘m gonna be fine, you know. But I hear kisses cure the flu.”

“Not scientifically proven, or peer reviewed,” you tell him, “But you know what is? Tylenol. Time for more, open up, Satoru.” 

“Will I get a kiss? Just a little one?” 

He gives you a hard time, even in sickness, but it’s only because he absolutely relishes being in your care, thinks you’re good at taking care of him; proven by the way you give in with a nod, and then a kiss after he takes his medication. He really does feel like shit right now, but with you here, caring for him, his heart has expanded ten times and a warmth spills into his chest that makes the pain insignificant. Satoru feels honored and humbled to have someone fuss over him like this—to have this concrete reminder that you worry for him and care about him and love him just like he loves you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO 

“You gonna feed me?” Toji grumbles, sounding much less threatening with a frog in his throat, “Because there’s no way I’m drinking that.” 

You roll your eyes, lightly tapping the spoon against the edge of the mug before placing it onto the coffee table and extending your arms towards Toji, “The ginger is good for you. The lemon, too, if you wanna stop sounding like a low-budget villain anytime soon.” 

Toji’s nose scrunches—it’s almost cute, if it weren’t followed by an infuriatingly stubborn turn of his jaw, pointedly away from you and back to the television. You huff, sitting down next to him—or as close as you can get through his mountain of blankets and forcefield of pillows—carefully nursing the cup in your palms. 

Who would have thought that the great Toji Fushiguro would be so stubborn as to let a little cold get the best of him. Him attempting to suffer without cold medicine wasn’t that surprising, but you didn’t think that he’d petulantly refuse tea just because of some ginger. Getting him to take his antibiotics only worked when you told him you’d boot him onto the couch if he didn’t, but that won’t work this time, he’ll call your bluff. 

You sigh, moving a pillow to your other side and reaching over to the coffee table to redeem your spoon. You fold one leg under the other and turn your body to Toji’s, scooping tea into the spoon, giving it a soft blow, and then raising it to his face. He quirks an eyebrow when he feels the steam brushing against his skin, and turns to you with a hellish grin.

He opens his mouth, to say something slick no doubt, but you take advantage of the opportunity to shove the spoon in his mouth, “You don’t get to talk until after you finish your tea.”

TOGE INUMAKI

Despite being a renowned insomniac and someone who is willing to throw away hours of sleep to binge watch his favorite series or complete a new game, Toge does believe that rest is the best medicine. He does take his own sleep seriously—it’s not his fault that most people consider his preferred sleeping hours to be regular waking hours.

So, even though it sounds a bit hypocritical, Toge is very firm about you resting as much as you can when you’re not feeling well. He’s quick to make a cocoon out of you in your two favorite blankets and fit you onto the couch to keep you within sight as he rummages around the kitchen to prepare your meals, and make sure that you don’t skimp out on your medication. He’s got some pretty effective homemade remedies for a killer sore throat, but cough syrup is cough syrup—he knows it tastes horrible, but if he has to force feed it to you, then so be it.

He feeds you spoonfuls of homemade broth and rice to make up for it, giggling as you scrunch your nose from the taste of the medicine. When you’re finished, he lets you tell him off and forgoes teasing you about how nasally you sound as he coerces you to lay down again. You don’t feel sleepy, but when Toge’s lips brush against your forehead, his words are like a spell that makes your eyes flutter shut, “Sleep, my love.”

KENTO NANAMI

“It’s cold, Ken,” you whine, sniffling at the end of your sentence. Kento sighs softly, switching off the light to the bathroom and taking careful strides to the bed. He carefully sits on the edge of the bed, expression sympathetic as you complain about the temperature again.

The room is actually slightly warmer than normal per your earlier request, but he knows you still feel cold because of how high your temperature is. It's exactly why he took your blanket from you—fuzzy, and warm, and weighted would all be enticing and acceptable if you weren’t running a very concerning fever. Kento absolutely hates to say no to you, but he has to do something to break your fever. 

“I know, darling,” he nods gently, settling himself onto his side of the bed. He’d prefer to have the comfort of a heavy blanket right now, too, but he wouldn’t taunt you like that—if you have to sleep without one, then so will he. He should get you another cold towel for your forehead, but you tug on his heartstrings when you scoot yourself closer to him, nose nudging against his thigh. He smiles softly, carefully reaching to tap at your arms, “Come here.”

You shuffle upwards and into his arms, cheek pressed against his chest with your arms coming to wrap around his torso. Kento lets you melt into him and wraps strong arms around your body to keep you close—body heat will have to do for now.

YUUTA OKKOTSU

Yuuta walks—waddles, really—with his blanket over his shoulders, mouth slightly ajar, and a box of tissue in his hand for good measure. He looks cute despite his febrile state, with his nose red and eyes wide and you have to resist the urge to coo at him.

“I thought the Benadryl would have kept you asleep at least a little longer,” you smile, turning off the heat underneath the pot.

“Something smelled good... and I got hungry,” Yuuta shrugs weakly, taking the remaining steps into the kitchen and plopping his body weight onto a stool at the island. He sniffles deeply, setting his box of tissues down on the counter, before pointing at the lowly simmering pot behind you, “Is that… for me?”

“No, it’s for my other sick boyfriend,” you grin, reaching into a nearby cabinet for a bowl. You giggle when you see Yuuta’s pouty expression, cheeks a light pink and bottom lip jutted slightly.

“It’s not nice to make fun of the ill,” he coughs. His façade is waning, already weakened by his sick state, and crumbling when you push a warm bowl of his favorite soup in front of him. You can’t help but to laugh a little louder because Yuuta’s eyes practically grow three sizes and you swear he’s salivating a little. 

He shakes away the shock, turning with a pout when he realizes you’re poking fun at him again, “You’re doing it again. Now you owe me a kiss.” 

“Do I?” you tease, taking the seat on the stool next to him, elbows resting on the counter, as you peer up at Yuuta’s flushed face. You’ll let him ride the excuse his blush being the fever for a little longer, “That’s risky. I might get sick, and I have a very cute boyfriend to take care of.”

“I’ll take care of you, too,” Yuuta all but whispers, tired eyes fluttering to your lips, “In sickness and in health, right?”

He leans down a bit and you meet him for a quick kiss, pulling away to smile, “I thought that was for married couples.” 

“I’ll fix that soon,” Yuuta smiles, satisfied. You giggle, reaching out to poke his red nose and then his cheek to turn his face back to his soup. 

“Well, then go ahead and eat and get well soon,” you muse, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “I expect a very romantic proposal from an un-sick lover boy.”

YUUJI ITADORI

You should have known that Nobara was going to rat you out sooner or later, if not for your own wellbeing, then for hers—because despite your roommate being a caring soul beneath her tough exterior, she is not caring enough to risk her own health because you’re sniffling all over your shared apartment; especially not before she’s supposed to go on her first vacation with her boyfriend.

On the third day of coughing, Nobara tells you she’s going to camp out with Megumi until her flight, and that Yuuji is the person she’s entrusted with her keys until she returns back from her trip. So, it’s not a surprise that a mere hour later, you find Yuuji all but barreling through your front door with grocery bags in hand, all of which he promptly drops when he hears you hacking out your lungs on the couch, quick to dart to your side and hold your cup as you shakily drink some water.

“Babe! You’re, like, super sick,” he exclaims, now sitting criss-cross on your living room floor, slowly unpacking the grocery bags for a real-time haul, “You should have told me earlier, I could have gotten you all this stuff way sooner!”

“I’m fine, Yuuji. It’s a mild cold at most,” you reassure him, smiling to yourself as he rips open a new box of Kleenex and thrusts it in your direction. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, untrusting of your words, before he springs up with the last grocery bag in hand.

“Well, still... I’m not a doctor, but I got all the medications Nanamin told me to get, so we’re gonna get this cold out of you in no time,” he grins, patting your head before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “In the meantime, how about some soup? Oh—I just saw a recipe for something spicy, that should help with your nose right? Or maybe ramen? Leave it to me!”

CHOSO KAMO

You couldn’t help but to snap one more picture of Choso. You felt bad, a little bit, he was tired and sick and probably felt like crap, but he looked very cute when he was sleepy, cuddled up in fuzzy blankets from head to toe, with just enough space to expose his tired eyes and red nose. One more wouldn’t hurt. 

You smile to yourself as you look back at him, slipping your phone into your pocket and walking over to join Choso on the couch. There’s not enough room for you to sit in the seat, so you have to cotch yourself in the arm of the couch closest to his head and gently reach out to move a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. It would make for another cute picture, but you refrain, choosing to lean down and press a kiss to his forehead instead, before standing to start picking up the spare tissue and cough drop wrappers littered around him.

You always tell him he’s going to worry himself sick, and he’s managed to do just that. It was a little fun, a little cute, but mostly, you’re just happy that Choso is resting. You know that sleep doesn’t come easily to him under normal circumstances; if being a little under the weather is what gets your boyfriend to slow down and care for his body, then so be it; you’ll be there to help him out.

You’re about to head into the kitchen, when you’re stopped by a warm hand brushing against your leg. You turn to see Choso limply reaching out of your, slowly blinking awake, before weakly beckoning for you again, “Stay here,” he croaks, “Please?”

You smile, placing the gathered trash onto the coffee table, before burying yourself within Choso’s blankets. You have to do a little wiggling to get underneath him, but Choso doesn’t mind, happily resting his weight against you, eyes already fluttering closed again, not before he lets you a meek, “Thank you. I love you.”

You give him one final kiss to the crown of his head, “I love you, too.” 

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

“Megumi, are you… okay?” you question softly, leaning over the small restaurant table to squint at your boyfriend. You’d been watching him carefully since he’d picked you up from your house, deducing that something was definitely wrong, even if Megumi had been trying his best to hide it.

He could be quiet, but he was definitely not soft spoken, nor did he normally wince after swallowing a bite of his food. You should have known something was off from the start, when you’d held hands on your walk and Megumi’s fingers were warm, and not icicles attached to his palm.

Megumi freezes, mouth gaping slightly, before he closes it and composes himself with slumped shoulders—he’d considered keeping up his brave front, but it’d be futile at this point, so he sighs, “My throat hurts, is all,” he confesses, the hoarseness of his tired voice peeking through, “I had a fever yesterday, but it was fine this morning.”

You lean over a little more, just enough to be able to extend your hand so that the back of your palm meets Megumi’s forehead. It’s warm, to no surprise, and you find yourself tutting, recoiling your hand slightly, with enough space to flick him.

“Ow?” He groans, and you only roll your eyes. You pull back to fish through your bag, to pull out some cash and leave it on the table. Megumi begins to question you, but you’re not hearing it, getting up to sling your purse over your shoulder and grab your boyfriend by the forearm.

“You’re an idiot,” you scold, ushering him out of the restaurant, “We are going to urgent care to get you a strep test, and then to that bakery Nanami tells us not to tell anyone about to get you soup, and then you are going to sit and eat it and contemplate your actions for the rest of the evening.”

Megumi lets himself be dragged away—another tell-tale sign that he really is feeling under the weather (which is also what he chooses to blame his blush on). If “contemplating his actions,” was code word for you hovering over him for a bit, then maybe he wouldn’t mind.

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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

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sleepover 📷

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Have you ever watched ace of the diamond or ahira no sora?

I saw a couple episodes of Daiya no Ace in the hopes it would be another sports anime I loved but I think I was too old and the series was too long for it to hit 😔 I hadn’t heard of Ahira no Sora tbh because the only basketball anime I watched was Kuroko no Basuke 🤣 and I guess I saw a bit of Slam Dunk in my Japanese hotel but there were no subs (obviously) so . I do love the sports anime genre but as I get further and further away from high school the less interested I am in high school set storylines, yknow?

I need more college/adult set sports anime… Run With the Wind was excellent 😭 I wouldn’t say I loved Salaryman’s Club but them being grown adults was a nice change 🥲

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Watching the 2023 Hunger Games movie brings me back to that era of middle school/high school & all the YA Dystopia I read before I got old and burnt out from reading books …

I even went back to my 2017 Maze Runner fic “Catch Float”. Not to toot my own horn but I impressed myself with how mature my own writing used to be. I still want to finish that fic even though it’s been 6 years now 🫣 I think I really will try before 2024 (I said I wanted to finish it before graduating high school and now I’m in my career as an operating room nurse AUGH)

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best friends