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Some genshin text posts

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Don’t go wasting your emotion

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They decided to take a nap

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Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

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Why are there like 5 daily chores where if you skip them for 2 days your life becomes a time based psychological thriller after

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Mc and Diavolo

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Mc: (grabbing Mammon's ankles)

Mammon: (screaming like a banshee) Monster!

Mc: (comming out of the mud) oh... we thought you were Lucifer

Satan: (getting up disguised as a bush) don't ruin our day Mammon!

Belphie: (holding a gun) yeah this took a long time to plan and execute

Mammon: why are all of you acting like this is normal!?

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family line | ushijima wakatoshi

[!!!] toxic/physically & emotionally abusive mother, (fem! she/her) reader is a parent-child, mentions of scars & bruises, implications of r@p3. ib maquia: when the promised flower blooms, read at your own discretion cos it might hit close to home, this is kinda a vent after all.

There was nothing special in particular about this evening. Wakatoshi had just finished washing up and is now getting ready to drift off to sleep, as you are in the next room, but when his head hits his pillows, he begins to remember a few blurry memories.

"He is your responsibility! Your ___ is your responsibility so you have to take care of him because I'm busy!" You'd told him he hit his head really hard one time when he was younger, hence why he can't remember the exact words, voices, or faces, but one thing he remembered with that statement was he saw you.

He'd remembered this a few times, but only now did he realize that he did see you. He was very small compared to you but one thing that didn't sit right with him everytime he thought about it was that you looked young.

He always brushed it off as, 'she must have had me when she was young,' but now that he can remember a little clearly, you looked incredibly young and it disturbed him. You looked weak, covered in scars and bruises here and there, and while you were "matured," you definitely did not look like one.

Was she... no, he shook his head, anything but those assumptions, if it ever were the case, he's not sure he'd be able to keep his hands from ruining whoever did it.

He thought some more, it was future schoolwork but he didn't want to stress himself out with it. But right as he closed his eyes, tears fell. Ah, another memory,

You were dressing him up in nightclothes, you carried him on one arm, turned the lights off and tucked yourselves into the comfy sheets of the bed. It was a rather cold night. It was always at least a little chilly every night but this particular night was cold.

"---, I'm cold..." His younger self complained, shivering and curling into a ball, his forehead hitting your shoulder and when he feels the warmth of your body, he inches closer, expecting you to embrace him.

For some reason, he just can't seem to remember what he called you. Surely it had to be 'mum,' because what else?

"Oh! Then, can we cuddle? Only if you're alright with it. I can always get more blankets." He shook his head at your response, "cuddles, please." And that's what happened.

He remembers how he would always crave your attention. Your praises and affection always got him going, that's why he always smiled with you. But he gets angry when you get hurt and also cry when you cry, trying to comfort you like you do with him as streams of tears slowly fall and sobs escape his lips.

I'm very lucky my mother is a good one, he thinks to himself in the midst of reminiscing. You weren't perfect, of course, but unlike other mothers, all the good things you've done for him overwhelms your mistakes as his parent figure.

About to drift off to dreamland, he ponders once more,

Who's his dad? Where is he now? What happened with you? Why did he leave? Or, at least, why is he not here with you?

These questions got him staying up a little later. He wonders how young you two might have been when you had him if you looked that young in his memories. Or maybe you just looked really young?

That said, you always avoided telling him your age. He's sure he's the only son in this galaxy who doesn't know the age of his mother. And that said, why do you avoid it?

He thinks you might really have been young and were too ashamed, he guessed, to say because you might think his attitude towards you would shift once he knew but he reassured you in his own thoughts that he wasn't going to do that.

@midoriima i don't remember the exact details of how i wanted this to go nor do i remember why i wrote this or what message i wanted to to convey but i do remember this was written as a way to vent in the form of fanfic and not entirely alike what i felt or experienced at that time.

also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll

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lingering | shirabu kenjiro

If there was anything that you dreaded more, it was nighttime. The fear and guilt always crept into your mind as soon as the lights dimmed and silence engulfed the dark room. Nothing made its presence known enough for you to distract yourself from the imagery that flashed and replayed night after night inside your head.

Everyone tells you it wasn't your fault, you want to believe that it wasn't, but it still holds a heavy weight in your chest for you to disregard it. You could never persuade yourself enough to think you weren't the cause of Shirabu's accident but had you processed things quicker, you would've done something to change the outcome.

You remember he told you a while back that he'd switch schools by the time you two would move up to your third year. It didn't affect you as much then since you two were only in middle school then, but the months pass by so quick it's hard to believe that your third year is only mere months away.

Just get through this year, then maybe the guilt would start fading once he goes. You'd tell yourself, but it always made you feel even more guilty. Instead of facing what caused your anxiety, you pushed it away. You were afraid that all the walls you'd built up until the present would fall and that you'd have to build them up once more when you muster up the heart to face him.

It was always such a pain to turn your gaze to his direction, seeing him unable to use his legs, unable to play the sport he's loved since his middle school days, having no other choice but to sit back and watch the rest of his team play without him. Semi Eita even took his position back as setter.

publishing as is again, i need to clear up drafts but i wanna publish the ones i really wanted to post back then but couldn't. i hope yous enjoy ❤️ also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll

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i relate to this smmmm i thought js writing and writing will help me improve but nooo 😭

i also kind of relied on my english journaling club at school but forgot i had to put in the work myself

writing stuff

i noticed something so stay with me for a second:

I have always treated writing less like a craft and more like a... idk. Hobby i guess. Whenever I write its some kind of story, a fanfiction or something for a current wip.

I sit down, write and edit it later. And thats great and all, but I noticed I never TRAIN my writing.

Sure, I write but not just to get better. Its a craft, isn't it? You have to practice your notes to play a song on the piano, so why don't I have to train to get better at writing?

Well, I decided that I want to train. I haven't found any tricks online though, HOW to do this so I will make my own.

And since maybe someone else has a similar problem and because I want to hear what you guys think about this, I will post it one here :))

Sooooo.... if you have any tipps and tricks how to get better in writing and how to improve through training, please tell me!

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1 : Welcome to hell, we had an education reform last year

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“kuroo should have gone pro, furudate fumbled with him” you fool. we got timeskip kuroo in a 3 piece suit and you’re COMPLAINING

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MC: I am feeling a bit silly today.

Solomon: Oh? Maybe even a bit goofy?

MC: Maybe even silly goofy.

Barbatos: I don't like where this is going.

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hey i know i asked for constructive criticism but what i actually wanted was for you to tell me i'm extremely talented. and also pretty. sorry if that was unclear

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There are two types of writers.

There are writers that can talk better than they can write,

and writers that can write better than they can talk.

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Thirteen: MC Why are the brothers running around the streets of the Devildom like a bunch of feral dogs?

MC: They found a hate post about me. So now they're trying to find the person who made it.

Thirteen: Oh.

MC: It was me. I was the one who made it. I wanted some peace and quiet in the house.

Thirteen: I like the way you think.