#Alongside being with him ofc 💕

[righteous-pines]

thought I’d share an older sketch of cat Jesus and his wife to tide yall over while I work on moon 1 pt 2

[itz-pandora]

do you have a list for your swap au and who everyone’s swapped with (and possibly designs)? I’d like to see them so I could quite possibly fanart them🫶

OH OFC ILL PROVIDE EVERYTHING I HAVE!

Shadow and Sonic are swapped with each other! These are their designs.

Shadow is the protagonist, and he's usually reserved and introverted. He wants to help who he can, which is why he fights against Maria.

Sonic's got DNA from Chaos, so he's got a ton of funky attributes to play around with (he is almost only made of water, he has water manipulation abilities, stuff like his tongue & blood is water (glowy tho!), and he can't get injured in a regular way. You can scroll through my Sonic swap AU tag to see thesecon action!) He's a chaotic neutral who's always looking for an adrenaline rush, he tends to lean towards people who could give him that, or people who he has compassion for (like Maria). He still cannot swim LMAO

Rouge and Tails are swapped! I don't have a design for Tails yet though.

Rouge is Shadow's older sister figure and she's the extroverted one of the two (so their dynamic is more like Rouge is Sonic and Shadow is Tails). I haven't gotten everything down for her just yet, but I want to keep her Jewel enjoyment and sass.

Tails works for GUN before briefly working for Maria. He keeps Sonic in check for a while. He's serious and pretty much the opposite of Sonic. Think kinda like Nine!

Silver and Amy are swapped!

Silver is the annoying but sweet younger friend, kinda clingy but everyone would keep him safe. His weapon is a slingshot and he has incredible aim, if you gave this kid an actually dangerous weapon, that'd be scary. Also he's got a great intuition and ppl swear he's clairvoyant (he's not LOL)

Amy comes from the future and has psychokinesis AND a hammer! She has to use her psychokinesis to actually swing her hammer since it's HEAVY. She tries to find joy in her situation, but she's a bit jaded from her time in the future. (She's more confident and upbeat than canon silver tho)

Maria is swapped with Eggman! But He doesn't have a design yet.

Maria was still raised on the ARK, but she was raised there alongside Ivo. She was fascinated with Project Sonic, and she had therapy in the ARK that helped her with her illness, but after her grandfather was killed and the ARK was shut down, she had to live with her illness afflicting her worse than before.

Ivo (Eggman) is actually more swapped with the GUN commander tbh, was raised alongside Maria, and after the raid on the ARK, he ended up blaming the inhabitants of the ARK (making Sonic and forcing him to be there during the raid) and ended up joining GUN as the lead engineer. Him and Maria get a "cousin rivalry" because of it.

Blazd and Knuckles are swapped with each other! (Not 100% on Blaze's design yet tho)

Blaze is the guardian of the Master Emerald, and she uses her claws to fight. She's very skilled and nimble, so she's a difficult opponent. She's a stoic girl with a heart of gold.

Knuckles is the protector of the Sol Emeralds, and he has fire powers (something something he ate the Sol Dimension Iblis something something ♪ the flames of disaster ♪) he's a proud warrior, the struggles to ask for help, since he's used to being strong enough to do everything alone.

Another swap I haven't drawn yet is Cream and Big.

I also don't have ideas for most other things so feel free to suggest anything 💕

[riiwrites]

Can I request dazai confessing his feelings to reader and reader doesn’t believe he’s being serious? Thank you 💕

seriously. - d. osamu

a/n : ofc anon! tysm for your request! <3 i apologise if it isn’t good writing. this is my first full fic but I really do hope you enjoy it 💗

genre : fluff

warnings : none

wc : 1k

If you had to describe Dazai Osamu with a few words, it certainly wouldn’t be earnest.

He just wasn’t known to be that serious kind of man, you knew that of course. You’ve been working alongside him for as long as you can remember and all you seemed to get from him was just incompetent behaviour.

You have never once in your whole life of working at the agency seen Dazai be or at least try to be serious, at least not with you.

His way of communicating with you would always end up with him initiating a flirty gesture or phrasing something poetic about your ethereal beauty. Although you didn’t mind it, a part of you wondered if what he was saying was actually true.

“You’re oblivious, you know that right?” Ranpo said, eating away and interrupting your rant about the whole situation between you and Dazai.

“He is in love with you.” He continued.

“He may not act serious but trust me, the eyes don’t lie.”

He wasn’t wrong, he’s Ranpo. He was never wrong and with the way Dazai looked at you when he thought you weren’t was truly something.

But still, you just couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe Dazai would actually be serious about loving you, it was all just fun and games after all, right?

It was quite a lonely night for you back at the agency. Everyone had clocked out for the night and you were filling in some leftover paperwork that had to be done for the week and then you’d be finished.

As you were too zoned in on the sound of your own pencil scribbling the paper you didn’t seem to hear the tiny creak of the door behind you slowly opening up.

Dazai slowly peaked through the door, spotting you and entered your working space, being gentle with his movements as to not get your attention just yet.

He slowly stepped forward— practically tiptoeing his way towards you from behind, eventually placing his hands on your shoulder before whispering.

“Whatcha doing, Bella?~”

It took a quick second for your heart to skip a beat when you heard that specific nickname only one person called you. You snapped out of your focus before swiftly turning around to him with a sigh of relief when you can confirm it’s just him.

“Dazai..”

You let out another exhale of relief. “You scared me there.”

You added on with a small smile to your face, a pink hue slightly tinting your cheeks as you tried to adjust yourself from the sudden change of scenery in-front of you as you hadn’t moved out of your chair for what seemed like hours.

“Aw, my apologies Y/N! Just wanted to check up on you, you’ve been glued to that desk for the past few hours y’know~” he teased, basically confirming that theory as he took his hands off your shoulders and walked over next to you, propping himself up to sit on the desk you were currently working at.

“Well, i guess I’ve just been pretty busy.” You replied, spinning back around in your chair to take a look at him once again, scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

“Why don’t you come on a walk with me? Clear that pretty little head of yours?”

He had that mischievous wide smirk on his face that you had always noticed. You would constantly take note of the tiniest things about his features that you just absolutely adored about him. The pink hue on your face became more visible as he spoke, word after word it made your face practically glow with pink. After a few seconds of contemplating wherever or not to say yes to his suggestion, you sighed as you look back at your paperwork and then back at him with a slight smile before replying.

“Sure then, let’s go.”

The walk was beyond peaceful surprisingly enough. Dazai was walking alongside you with his two hands behind his head, taking small glances at your expression as you looked up at the stars, seeming so in awe with them.

“You like them?”

He leaned forward with a smile as he tried to get a more clear look of your facial features, taking every little detail in. There was a long pause before your answer as you nodded slowly, admiring it all.

“Yeah, they’re beautiful.” You said in response.

Dazai took in how soft your voice was, how gentle your facial expressions were as you stare in admiration at the sparkling dots in the sky. He took a sharp breath before saying something else in reply.

“You’re breathtaking, you know that right?

You paused for a moment, still staring at the midnight sky as you then turned to him with a playful smirk, rolling your eyes to his flirting.

“Thank you, Dazai.” You replied sarcastically, expecting another one of his flirtatious and foolish remarks.

“No, Y/N listen to me.”

He took his hands off his head and stood in-front of you, taking your hands into his own whilst staring at you with such a fond expression.

“You are- absolutely breathtaking.” He repeated his words once more, waiting for a response.

You took a few seconds again, confused as to what was happening and thinking it was just Dazai playing tricks on you once again.

“I- thank—“ you tried but before you could’ve even gave a response back, he just blurts it out within an instant.

“I love you, Y/N.”

There was a long silence shared amongst the two of you, the only thing heard was the wind bristling against the trees and a few cars bypassing. You were the one to first break the silence, not by speaking, but by literally laughing.

Dazai stood there stunned for a moment, letting go of your hands with a look of confusion riddled across his face as you hugged your chest, laughing hysterically.

“Oh- ahah! Oh Dazai you are- so remarkably funny!” You gasped out in between laughs, absolutely losing yourself.

“W-what..? Y/N what are you talking about?” He asked, a look of concern also struck on his face.

There was suddenly another long pause when you eventually stopped laughing as soon as he said that. Your sudden wide eyes shot up to look at his sort of hurt expression and you tilt your head.

“You- were joking were you not?”

“No?”

Well now you looked like a complete fool.

You took a few steps back, processing this and just refused to believe it.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N I’m serious.”

God, even just the word ‘serious’ rolling off his tongue felt so wrong but oh, just the way he looked at you with that genuine expression had you weak in the knees and second guessing everything for a moment.

“Do you not see the way I look at you? God, Y/N I’m so in love with you I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

He stared at you with his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you like bullets, not breaking any eye contact whatsoever. You felt a cold shiver run down you, although it could’ve been the gust of wind, you didn’t give it a second thought before responding.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He replied within an instant, seeming so sure about that.

“You own my heart L/N.”

That statement sure was bold and you absolutely adored it, you adored him.

You took a step forward, taking his hands into your own and smiling down at the sight, intertwining your fingers with his and gave him a soft smile as you tilted your head up.

“You own my heart too Osamu.”

Once you replied, Dazai had to take a breather, letting go of the breath he had currently held in for about a whole minute of waiting for you to reply with something not so negative.

“Whew! Y/N don’t leave me on a hanger like that ever again- that was seriously wounding.”

He said, chuckling nervously but smoothly covered it up with a composed expression on his face.

He’s secretly dying on the inside though.

He moved his hand forward pulling you closer to him, embracing you tightly and wrapping his arms around you fully, looking up at the sky like you had done. Once you pulled away from the tight embrace you looked up at the brunettes face as if you were analysing something about him. he glanced right back at you.

“What?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow up in question.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you be so serious..” You admitted.

“What?!" He gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his heart, acting as if you’ve wounded him.

“Absurd! I’ve been serious more times than you can even count!”

He huffs. You cocked your eyebrow up at him in response.

“I mean, if that’s what helps you sleep at night.”

You began to smirk and glanced back up at the stars. He then let out a dramatic exhale before returning the same smirk you had on your face.

“Don’t make me take back my words, dear!"

There it was again. The same unserious mischievous scheming bastard of a man who somehow stole your precious heart.

Who knew a man like him could actually be so serious?

Damn, you owed Ranpo so much money.

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[the-kr8tor]

HOBIE ABSOLUTELY WOULD BE ON ONE OF THE FLOAT

Man would be screaming and hollering every five seconds and either getting off the float to go grab and kiss you or just bringing you onto it.

GLITTER MAKE-UP......it's so sweet and you're both being so careful with each other and making sure nothing gets in the other's eyes. Sobbing fr....

Hobie absolutely walking alongside the parade with you arm in arm and making friends with any cool person he sees (everyone).

This man who would practically sob at getting one of those "free mom hugs" or etc. Like you genuinely have to comfort him after everything he feels.

BUT YOU'RE WELCOME it was really fun :) I hope you can attend one day, everyone's welcomed and loved. (I have a small video of the drums too and so many pictures)

-🪦

Imagine how cool his float would be!! R and Hobie would put so much effort into it too!

HAHHAHAHA you'd be on the float too ofc! He'd have his arm around you except for when he has to play gis guitar for the crowd 🥰

He'd be covered in glitter by the end of it!! Oh for sure he'd be the congeniality type in the parade. Awww 🥹🥹🥹

It sounds super fun! I hope so too 💕 every time there's one here it's always so far away 😔

[llycaons]

hello!! as someone who loves cql wwx, i really love how you defend wwx’s canon characterizarion vs his fanon one. it’s all so good to read like that’s our boy!! so i wanted to ask as someone who wants to write fic from wwx’s pov, do you have any tips or advice? thank you! 💕

hello, anon! thank you! I'm not a writer, but I'm certainly happy to list some things that bother me in fics from a characterization standpoint (1/2)

sense of self-worth: in canon, flashback arc wwx thinks he's hot shit. he is slightly less obnoxious about it postres, but still has a lot of confidence and knows he's an incredibly skilled (and handsome) cultivator. I see a lot of fics where wwx has a super low sense of self-worth - he verbally talks about how he doesn't deserve another chance, how lwj is better than him, how he deserves punishment, etc. and it ends up with lwj needing to constantly reassure him that he's 'good enough' when in reality that's not their dynamic. wwx doesn't want platitudes, he wants tangible emotional and mental support from someone who believes him and has his back and will commit to him even though his reputation is in tatters. he does make enormous sacrifices, but it's less that he doesn't think he's worth anything and more that he considers his moral or familial obligations to be of higher importance. and he does have regrets but postres he truly doesn't want to suffer any more (dying was punishment enough!), and he certainly doesn't think he deserves more. he doesn't like to dwell on the past since it's so painful and he's rather move on but in theory this should wreak havoc on his mental health since he never actually deals with it? this is something canon doesn't explore as much as I'd want it to but I love reading about him coping with the trauma of his entire life after decades of ignoring it.

...and general emotional state wrt lwj: postres his behavior and dynamic with lwj is a little confusing, so honestly I kind of go with whatever the author's interpretation is. personally I see him in the flashback having a big crush, picking up a similar vibe from lwj after a few mishaps and being excited about it, then BAM the war happens, innocence is lost, and he realizes 1. he can't hope to live as a cultivator alongside lwj, ever and 2. lwj will probably reject him for using DC (which...he does), so he takes control and decides to be the one who cuts off that relationship before lwj can, bc having control over the terrible things that happen in his life is that important to him. but ofc they still stay close and I think by BM it's more like "we know how we feel but neither of us can do anything besides what we're doing' and then wwx loses it a bit and can't focus on anything besides the wens and his sister etc. and THEN postres his reluctance to involve himself with lwj is more due to being unsure about how lwj 16 yrs in the future would treat him, his habitual self-reliance and slight mistrust, and a desire to keep lwj safe and his reputation intact. wwx knows that lwj didn't do everything he could have back then, so he's still a little wary until lwj proves himself, AND he's worried lwj will be ruined bc of being associated with the yllz, famously hated mass murderer/heretic

dynamic with jc: hoo boy. I have seen so many authors screw this one up because they're biased towards jc never having done anything wrong, or the yunmeng sibling bond being sacred and unbreakable and or something. people love to write jc being verbally aggressive and even physically abusive to wwx, and wwx being happy because 'it means he cares' or some shit. drives me up a wall. jc is deeply insecure, chronically contemptuous, violently lashes out when angry, and has steeped in bitterness to cope with grief for decades. he has THE most rancid vibes and nobody likes him and wwx is very rightfully sick of his shit, especially postres. and their story is such a crucial example of how the people we're close to can badly hurt us, and the fact that they love us doesn't mean they're not hurting us or that it's okay. the drama softened jc a bit, but canonically to the novel AND the drama, jc and wwx have always had a rocky relationship. recall jc choking him nearly to unconsciousness after the LP attack, for one. the cracks started showing during the wen indoctrination camp, in which wwx wanted to help lwj, his personal friend and another high-ranking sect heir, during the hunt, potentially saving his life, and jc told him repeatedly to leave him behind since he's not family. and jc hunkers down and tries to protect his people alone, while wwx is fundamentally incapable of abandoning people who he could help. this ideological split between them continued through his (mutually agreed-upon) defection from the jiang sect, and came to a head during nightless city. you may recall that jc told wwx to go to hell while wwx was actively in the middle of committing suicide. based on this, the fact that jc then raised jin ling to hate DCers and wwx specifically, the fact that jc tried to immediately kill wwx when he came back, and the fact that he then tortured wwx psychologically using insider knowledge of his fear of dogs, indicates pretty clearly to me that this man is um. not really a safe person for wwx to be around mentally, emotionally, or physically. and wwx himself knows this! he stands up for himself when being tortured, he accuses jc of never changing, he compares jin ling unfavorably to jc, and he complains about jc's juvenile and cruel behavior frequently there are so many jc defenders in this fandom that interpret his behavior and actions as love or trust or simple ignorance, but the fact is that there is a long-established and extremely serious pattern of jc hurting wwx to vent his own anger, frustration, or pain, whether wwx had anything to do with it or not. and ppl talk about him like he's a defenseless victim even when he's a nearly forty-year old sect leader 🤡. not that he hasn't had his own tragedies or his own reasons for acting as he did, and I do see him as a very tragic figure, but the facts are that he's terrible to wwx and wwx knows that, and responds to it. wwx doesn't hate jc but he doesn't want to be hurt by him anymore and after the age of like 15 he would never respond positively to jc treating him like shit. if he was wary around lwj, you can imagine how nervous he is around jc. please, PLEASE if you're writing wwx, don't let this all be forgotten. I do think there's a way for jc and wwx to become close again, and I do think wwx has forgiven jc if not forgotten the hurt he's caused him, but a HUGE part of wwx's journey is finding and staying with someone he loves who's safe, who cares about him and will prioritize him and won't hurt him.

part two coming up!

[mydearhosea]

Characters: Hosea Matthews, Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van Der Linde, Van Der Linde Gang

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.

Word Count: 1,280

This is a mix between two requests. I have little idea on how these sorts of injuries work, so don't mind if this isn't completely accurate.

Anon asked: all creativity has left my head and I think that's a clear sign we've written too much hosea whump, but HEY what about catching a bullet in a gunfight and being forced to keep fighting and/or escape the law afterwards? ft. arthur who's got hosea's back ofc best regards, a loving shyyy mutual :P

Anon asked: For the whump request- maybe Hosea being comforted by Dutch? Love your stuff 💕💕

Story under cut

Arthur couldn't quite believe it. Despite the fresh wound in Hosea's side, he continued to fight alongside everyone as if nothing had happened. His hand remained on his side in a rather feeble attempt to stop the bleeding, but no one seemed to notice what had happened except for Arthur.

As they slowly retreated back to the horses, hiding behind different areas of cover as they did so, Hosea started to become weak, stumbling over his feet and missing shots that he otherwise would have gotten easily. Only Micah out of all the other guys there seemed to notice what had happened, and he only laughed at him, making a few sly comments that made Arthur's blood boil when he knew Dutch wasn't listening. The eldest seemed to ignore them, too caught up in his pain and protecting himself to focus much on the teasing.

The moment everyone was able to mount onto their horses, they wasted no time urging them into a gallop in an attempt to escape the law. Dutch led the way, with all the boys trailing behind him, guns pointed in every different direction in case unwanted people still followed them. They were all more than grateful when things started to finally calm down.

"Dutch! Can we- can we stop for a minute?" Arthur hollered from the very back. He was almost unsure if Dutch had even heard him, but they eventually started to slow, all glancing behind them to see what the problem was. Micah was already snickering under his breath, watching amusedly as Arthur slid down off his horse and rushed to help Hosea off his own mount. "Hey... hey, you still with me?"

All he got was a hushed mumble against his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on him as much as he could without hurting him, having felt his body getting slightly heavier as consciousness began to elude him.

As Dutch slid down from his horse as well, he grabbed a blanket and some bandages from his saddlebag before hitching his horse by a tree and rushing to set up a comfortable spot for him to lie.

"You boys head home," he ordered firmly, waving a dismissive hand in their direction as he moved aside and allowed for Arthur to carefully lay Hosea down on the blanket he'd set up. "Make sure you ain't followed, 'n please Let Miss Grimshaw know that we're gonna be late."

"I'm- ah, I'm sorry," Hosea whispered the moment Arthur leaned in close to him. His voice was strained and low, and he grasped onto Arthur's hand in an attempt to keep himself grounded. "I didn't mean to be an inconvenience to anyone."

Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You ain't been an inconvenience," he assured him, and after shrugging his coat off and folding it up, he placed it down on the ground before carefully helping the eldest to sit back. "Lie back 'n use my coat as a pillow."

"That ain't necessary-"

Dutch cut him off, finally finished sending everyone on their way. "Let us take care of you," he hummed, and once he'd finally settled down beside him, Hosea took his hand into his own as a substitute for Arthur's, watching as the boy carefully peeled his bloodied shirt back to take a look at the wound. "How bad is it?"

"Ah, the wound itself shouldn't be too bad... the bullet, however, is pretty deep."

Hosea groaned loudly.

-

Arthur had never really gotten the hang of dislodging bullets from wounds. It made him uncomfortable, and he knew that Hosea was already in an excruciating amount of pain as it was. However, Dutch took to distracting him with gentle scalp massages and quiet conversations until Arthur finally managed to get it out.

"Well done, son," the man praised as he watched Arthur carelessly toss the bullet to the side before getting started on the bandages. He released Hosea's hand to help, unaware that the man had nearly fallen asleep, one arm draped across Arthur's knees whilst the other was straightened out beside him. As soon as the youngest noticed, he couldn't help but smile a little, reaching down to run his fingers through his hair, too. It was soft in between his fingers, and he realised he couldn't remember the last time he'd done a gesture like that. "You did well. That'll help with some of the pain, at least. Need help bandaging him up?"

Arthur thought about that for a moment, and then shook his head. "No," he whispered, gently squeezing Hosea's arm in hopes that he'd respond by opening his eyes. "I got this, I think. I just- could you, I don't know... sit him up? I don't think I can bandage him when he's lying down like that."

Without saying anything, Dutch turned his focus to Hosea who had heard Arthur's words and was already attempting to sit up. Before he could even get half way, however, he winced and grabbed hold of Dutch's arm to keep himself steady, allowing him to embrace his wounded body gently for comfort.

Arthur quietly cleared his throat. "Can I..?"

Hosea nodded grimly in response, and with that, Arthur got back to work, purposely taking his time to make sure it was done up properly.

The last thing he wanted was to have to start over, and he was fairly sure Hosea felt the same way.

Some time later, Arthur finally finished up and immediately helped Hosea to lie back down again, knowing well enough that he would be tired. The moment his back hit the blanket, he relaxed a ton and smiled up at Arthur for the first time in hours, his eyes looking heavy.

"Thank you," he whispered hoarsly, instinctively shutting his eyes when Dutch's fingers found their way through his hair. "I truly am... sorry."

Arthur rolled his eyes again as the apology left his lips for the second time. However this time, it was more lighthearted, being most of the stress was now gone. "Hush, old friend," he murmured, his hand gently intertwining with the older man's to give him some comfort. "These things happen. You ain't done nothing wrong. Not at all."

"Arthur's right," Dutch lowly chimed in with a nod. "Now rest up some, old girl. If you feel up to it, we'll continue our ride home tonight but if not, we can wait 'till morning."

It didn't take very long for Hosea to drift off to sleep, just like both his companions had suggested he do. They sat by the little campfire they'd built until the sun went down, keeping a close eye on the eldest until they were sure he was going to be okay. The only thing he could hear when he was conscious was the sound of the two talking softly amongst themselves about things he hadn't been listening to for long enough to understand, but even that eventually died down to nothing when they both decided to set up their bedrolls and get ready for some rest.

Once Hosea knew Dutch had fallen asleep completely, he held his breath and carefully menuvoured himself onto his side before poking at Arthur's side. Almost instantly, the younger man opened his eyes and sleepily hummed.

"Is everythin' okay?"

"Hug?" Hosea whispered.

It took a moment for the request to register to Arthur in his tired state, but as soon as it did, his lips twitched up into the ghost of a smile and he rolled onto his back before holding his arms out to him.

Then, and only then, did Hosea fall into a deep and undisturbed sleep with his face hidden away in Arthur's neck.

[aimfor-theheart]

cielo.......cielo, cielo.......four parts of Godmaker (including the prologue) has been out, four times I have cried myself to a 3 hour long power nap. There's just something about the way you write. Pulls me in and drowns me in your world. I'm not exaggerating, your writing style genuinely shakes me up (in a good way ofc).

When I started reading Godmaker, I had jujutsu kaisen's gojo satoru in mind. It was supposed to be a different take with satoru in center. But somewhere down the line everything just washed away and all I see now is YOUR gojo satoru. The way YOU built him. YOU wrote him. Satoru is just a name for me now, the character is completely yours. And please allow me to say how big of a feat that is. I'm not a writer, I'm not even remotely involved with creative writing. But taking an already established character and making me forget the established backgrounds and all??? Even I know that's huge. You're an amazing writer cielo, I hope you know that.

I wish I could pick one favorite part of this chapter but i just can't. It was just too good, start to finish. Oh my god. Reader is WRETCHED but honestly, I don't think I'd be any better given the chance lol. And gojo satoru.....I'm keeping my mouth shut about him cause all I can say rn is [incoherent noise]. You're amazing for writing every character so beautifully.

Waiting every week for this is worth it. Many love cielo, and take care💕 Sorry the ask got so long shdhdhdh

anon this is soooo 😭😭 i'll CRYYY. thank you so much WOW. im sorry for making you cry into three hour long naps LMAO but this is so so kind of you to say.

i was really worried that i was taking too many liberties with gojo. actually, the initial inception of this fic (and i have quite a few scrapped scenes of it) alternated to gojo's POV as well and dealt very heavily with his parents, too. it paralleled reader's parents greatly and her struggle with them. it featured gojo's mom quite a bit. but i thought that was TOO much liberty on his character + the fic is already too long LMAO and that would've made it at least five chapters longer lol and i just....can't. i would lose my mind. i also figured people didn't want to read 30k of my Thesis about how i Think gojo might've been raised?? lol??? i was overwhelmed by it at first too. HOWEVER, we will still get a gojo POV chapter in the interlude since i think showing a bit of his perspective IS important to the story. also its a little nod to myself and the initial concept, where gojo had a much larger POV and arc alongside the reader.

but gosh, thank you!! reader is a wretched little thing. everyone has called her that and i love it lol i am just really enjoying leaning into awful readers. i have quite a few more ideas in mind for some Wretched Ones with different characters.

but THANK YOU again. it means so much to me! pls never apologize for the ask being long, it seriously means the world to me!! i hope you had a wonderful weekend and a good week ahead of you!! much love back to you 💕💕