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[2amficposting]

“Split Ends” - Prologue | Shigaraki x Reader

Synopsis: You just got discharged from the hospital after what seemed like a decade or so in the ward. Life, which had been put on a pause for the better half of your life, was finally picking up. You could finally return to normalcy, go back to school, fall in love, reconnect with friends. Speaking of which…where was that one person you knew way back when? Tenko, was it? I wonder how he’s doing…

📝 gn!reader | childhood friend! reader

-

Visiting your old house had always been such a daunting thing. You were never one to revisit the past, especially not after the hell that you went through in the place that was supposedly your home.

As the car pulled over, you opened up the door to see the familiar, albeit somewhat run down home. You sigh, closing the door as you grabbed a few boxes.

There was things that you needed to grab anyway. Can’t let what you need from there be collecting dust, right?

You peered over the two houses next to yours, pondering where Tenko’s house was. Your eyes trail down to the empty space. Everything was clear then.

‘Rubble…guess they moved out and got rid of that place.’

-

Entering the house felt…unsettling somehow. To be put in the same place where it all went down. The halls that were once filled with so many conflicting vignettes, now still and quiet. The lights that no longer flickered, the dust that filled the air of the room. It all felt like a time capsule that had faded and rotted from the inside.

You push through the memories aside, picking up whatever you needed from the old place as you were now discharged from your ward.

The door creaked open from the entrance. It was your uncle, with extra boxes. He looked at you smiling, holding up the boxes.

“Need some help?”

You smiled back “yeah, there’s a lot to go around here…”

Your uncle could only chuckle, setting the boxes aside as he helped you up with placing whatever it is you two could salvage in the box.

He pulls up a dusty stuffed toy “oh goodness, remember this one?”

You jokingly stuck your tongue out at the sight “eww how long has that been sitting here? I haven’t seen that in decades”

Your uncle only laughed “ah yes…it has been awhile. It’s hard to believe now that you’ve grown up to be so different back then, eh?”

The bear was indeed old, unsalvageable even. A reminder of what was, and what will never be.

You sighed “a lot of things have changed…”

Tossing aside an old scarf, your eyes perked up at a photo album. It was, naturally, made of nothing but carton paper and glitter glue. It read “Tenko and Me”.

Your eyes widened “man…I haven’t heard his name in ages…” flipping through the DIY book, you found pictures of you and him attending the same kindergarten, playing house, everything. It was a time when you were happy, when things weren’t so…complicated.

You smiled, tracing your fingers softly at a photo of you and him playing hero. “I wonder how he’s doing now…if he remembers me at all”

Little did you know, the Tenko you knew had died a long time ago. Alongside everything else that he had going for him as a normal boy.

It took some time before you finished packing up, loading everything into the car as you and your uncle drove off to his home, where you would be staying as you recuperate from your time spent at the ward.

The door to your room opened, and of course it would be empty. A clean slate, a fresh start. It’s what you needed after all.

You set the boxes down, stretching as you prepare to head out again. It was getting late, but you were in a safe area, so nightly walks went unquestioned.

“I’m off! I’ll be back in an hour or so” you yelled

Your uncle gave a thumbs up as he cleaned the kitchen “Kay! Don’t stay out too long!”

-

Nightly walks were somewhat of a luxury that you had overlooked. Back in your room, you weren’t allowed to leave unless it’s at your allotted “outdoor time”. Since then, you had taken to enjoying the simpler things.

The night air was crisp, fresh. Your uncle had lived near the sea, so naturally the surroundings would be the right temperature of cold for you. Sitting down on the bench, the outstretch of the sea really put things into perspective about your new start.

You had been admitted into the ward ever since you were little. No thanks to your father, you were placed in there in the hopes of getting rid of the traces your mother had left behind. All of her faults, her grievances, her illnesses that she supposedly had passed onto your brain. It was half true, but you had no say in it.

Of course, life there wasn’t easy on the heart. It was lonely, depressing. Despite the rooms being well lit, and despite the sterile smells welcoming you to your new fate, you had longed for, dreamed for a chance to be let out for once. You had wondered if anybody had missed you, if he had missed you. The sounds of the waves crashing brings a tune to your otherwise silent thoughts, regrets that you wished you had done before you were sent away.

‘I wonder if he’s mad at me that I left without a warning. I hope he’s okay’ you thought.

A sigh escaped your lips as you settled down, looking up to the stars for an answer.

-

Someone was watching you. He was watching you.

Through binoculars, Tomura could see you sitting down on the beach walkway. He couldn’t believe it, you were here, and you were back.

His lips parsed slightly, viewing everything from atop an abandoned building. He wanted so badly to see you personally, to confirm that you are indeed real. But he knew that the consequences of revealing who he was too much. He had too much to lose.

He scratched his neck, feeling the itch come back. You were the only living string that tied back to his past, the only living thing that held a record of his past. You were his only friend, once. He supposed that it still is true somewhat. But would you even remain friends, had you known the person he grew up to be? The crimes he’s committed, the people he’s affiliated with…How could he be able to face you knowing that your only perception of him was when he was still young, innocent?

He needed time to think. Tomura sighed, setting the binoculars down as he looked at Kurogiri.

The look in his eyes was certain. He had a plan.

[smok3inm1rrors]

Turning chestnut ridge into an extension of the granite falls/glimmerbrook area because reasons (there aren't enough lots in glimmerbrook)

[sapphim]

completing my first playthrough of inquisition with my lavellan quiz left me feeling... pretty disappointed. her playthrough was isolating and uncomfortable. obv in the textual cultural context of being dalish in the inquisition to begin with, but also in that dai blatantly assumed a non-elven (read: human andrastian) pc and the othering tone it took in its frequent interactions with elven culture kept highlighting this.

but also she just never really connected with any of the other characters. her approval rates with most of the companions hovered roughly neutral for most of the game, none of the romances I attempted to pursue with her panned out, and sure kept finding reasons to keep herself somewhat distanced from other characters (that chat with varric about how her status as a figurehead made it hard for him to consider her a friend really hurt lmao esp bc up to that point she'd been cleaving to varric and bull like a life raft)

so thinking back over her playthrough I just felt idk kind of saddened by it. once I had developed other inquisitor ocs I never once considered making her my canon inquisitor bc I didn't really want that for her.

but lately I keep finding myself thinking that maybe I should circle back and reconsider that. keep finding meta about other people's lavellan inquisitors maybe. aspects of her story still stuck with me, and I've kept her as a non-quiz oc so she could still do the well of sorrows, bc I don't want to imagine that part of the story without her. I guess it's time to think about what being inquisitor might mean for her, again, even if it's not the happiest story

[sandinmybed]

i need to fall in love and have it sound like The First I love You from the stranger things soundtrack you don't understand

[jaybeehivequeen]

Is it TOO early to start posting about Christmas??? ❄️ … anyways ! ❄️ I will be ~ refurbishing ~ The deer design you see here. ONLY The Button will stay the same !💙 ❄️ Similarly I may to the same with the other two (Polar bear & Penguins), with a slightly newer design on other produce and possible text / quotes. 💙 Happy holidays everyone 💙 #artywork #workart🎨 #art#artbyjaybee #jaybeeart #artwork #mixmediaartwork #artimade #imadethisart #redbubbleartists❤️ #redbubbleartist #hereswhatimade #imadeart #artywork #madeart #madearts #holidayartwork #holidayartist #christmasart2022 #2022artwork #christmasartworks #polarbearartwork #penguinartwork #deerartwork #🦌🦌🦌🦌 #🐻🐧 #2ampost https://www.instagram.com/p/CkaTk-GOPLU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aucourag]

流行日記. @jahrichard for Wright Brand. . . . . . . #imaginethat #imaginethenboom #thewrightbrand #editorial #issaphotoshoot #lategram #latenight #2ampost #letsshoot #nowbooking #dailypost #squadgoals #blackmenkillingit #yourphotographersfavoritephotographer #melaninpoppin #creatives #createcommune #createyourwave #createyourhype #jahrichard

[epicdogymoment]

"died and came back wrong" but thats just what waking up every morning is like

[uveriablu]

Tall drawings are hard to get pictures of. #churchdoodles #2ampost #uveriablu https://www.instagram.com/p/B7F5cEUA0F3/?igshid=1ia2uob43r6km

[kamil-a]

i love u ya high school set romance novel i love u tropes i love u "parties" written like a bunch of adults drinking but the characters are all like 14 i love u mean girls at imaginary school lunch tables i love u outdated music and tv references i love u entirely forgettable love interest boy and years later memorable main girl. and i love u school dance

[dailycontradiction]

Fall is my favorite season in Colorado. This post brought to you by my insomnia. Ran out of sleeping aids so here I am, wide awake by my own exhaustion. Who else is excited for the weekend?! #fallfashion #insomniac #sleeplessnights #exhausted #2amposts https://www.instagram.com/p/Boi0DfihTNl5qdqnI4yIR6WHZ8SnoQ51QPC6ms0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=esmdxxb17k87

[jgreyblog]

So I poured my heart out,

unto you,

        mocked and bended it,

spit on and partially mended it. 

Tell me lies like how you’re gonna change,

                get back into the hustle;

lashing out,

                  decimating my last bit of faith. 

She told me to approach you,

               express my opinions

and you lashed out uncontrollably. 

So I fasted ten days,

prayed without ceasing,

abstained from all things vile;

halted any means of sexual immorality,

but nothing was wrong with me,

it was you.

No excuse will condone your behavior.

         This is where my voice was found, the heart of my writing rediscovered.

[4linepoems]

Pain... #poems #poetry #rhymes #follow #poemsporn #wordporn #pain #2amposts

[dysentery-ezreal-blog]

[sometimesidowrite]

It takes a strong man to love a she-farer

She-farer \’shē-fer-ər\ a female who works or travels on a boat or ship on the sea; a female mariner

As much as it takes a strong woman to love a seaman, it takes twice, thrice as much of a strong man to love a she-farer. She is not your ordinary woman to love. She is free-spirited. She does not want to stay in one place for long. She goes places other woman won’t set foot in a lifetime. She wanders. She leaves a mark on new countries she seized. She is carefree. She meets new people from time to time. She embraces different cultures. She lives life her way. She does not stay at home, wash teacups, and cook dinner for her man before he arrives from work. She earns her own money. She is on constant pursuit for anything. She is adventurous. She loves adrenaline. She is way beyond the norms of being a lady.

Loving a she-farer is not an easy quest. It’s as though you get acquainted to a new women every time she comes back from sea. She is rebirthed. She is more than she was before. She brings news stories to tell. She shows new things she learned. She manifests new culture she experienced. A weak man will say she changed and will get intimidated. But a strong man faces the new her head on and enjoys the company of his rebirthed woman. He will listen to her stories. He will learn the new things she discovered. He will embrace the new her. No weak man can do this much for his woman. It takes the strongest man to love a seawoman. He who chooses to love a she-farer chooses to love the adversities that come with it. He understands that distance will always come in between them. He accepts that she is unlike the ones who babysit. She is not always waiting for him at the front door to grab his coat and massage his feet after his day at work. She cannot cook him meals at times when he’s sick and cannot get out of the bed. She cannot pillow on his arms every night. But he is strong. He refuses temptations when she’s not there enough especially on nights he needs her. He does man up and say he has his beautiful woman on the other side of the world when his boys introduce him to other ladies in the club. He chooses to stay at home on a Saturday night and video call her until dawn because she has her whole Saturday morning off from work. He asks about her day at work when he himself is exhausted and can barely open his eyes to chat. He listens to her when she talks about her day and all the works she did on board. He pays attention to every detail she sends her. He sleeps in her snores on the other end of the line. He does not look at other ladies the same way he does her. He knows that she is for keeps and puts up with everything so she achieves her goals and fulfills her dreams. He is patient. He understands.

But after the period of separation comes the best time of their lives. That is when she comes home to his embrace. He would hug him tighter than the last time he did. He would hold her hand like it was the pair of his. He would treasure every moment with her. He’d remember every inch of her enchanting face. He wouldn’t blink because he wouldn’t want to miss a second with her. He would record in his head all the times she smile and keep it on repeat when they part again. He wouldn’t say no to anything she wants to do because he knows she wants the same thing he does – to make precious memories. She would spend all the time beside him. She would mentally review all the things she thought they should do during the months of being apart and make it a mission to do everything. She would retell every single details of their romantic date last night to her friends. She will make the best out of every vacation. She would go on an adventure with him. She will conquer her fear and jump off a cliff with him only to discover new waters to swim. They will watch those horror movies that she always wanted to watch but she’s too scared to watch it alone. She would do everything. He would do everything. They both will. Because their time is the most precious thing to them and they will not waste a second of it.  

This particular kind of relationship might sound impossible to others. But she believes in it. He stands for it. She knows there are lots of other girls surrounding him. But she believes that his man will not waver. He will not look at them. He will stand firm and wait for her. He has the strength to get up in the morning even when every part of his body misses her. He will wake up at 1am so he can greet her good morning before she goes to work. He might get tired of this set-up but he will not give up because he knows she is the one. He will be her strength when she feels like giving up. He will constantly remind her of the million reasons why they both shouldn’t let go. He will hold on. He will hold on for her. He will hold on for them. He has his feet on the ground. He will not be moved. He is a strong man. He definitely is. Because it takes a strong man to love a she-farer

By Shawntel Agujar

[stupidstupidratcreatures]

maybe its the 2amposting thats making everything seem so much worse but like seriously i have been fucking OUT of it the past few months like when will it end

[agrawal-yash]

Completely surrender oneself to the unchangeable for of the universe. There's earth in me and that is enough for me to be at peace. Things always have a way to work themselves out. #youngblood #2ampost #gypsysoul #tb #travelphilosophy #nepal #philosophy #cosmos #thrive lifeisgood (at Phewa Lake, Pokhara)