#not tagging Loop LOL just going with that to be safe

[gracebethartacc]

the first image is older but I never posted it bc of spoilers but then I remembered “wait they are literally my ocs WHAT am I talking about” so yeah woe 3nvy from my oc series doodles be upon ye (and Alex is there too ig 🙄/j)

(3nvy uses they/it, Alex uses they/them)

[artilite]

ohhhh my gogfh. oh my good gracious ohh man. oh stars oh gems etc etc etc sorry for the spam on your lion dance post i didn’t realize until after going INSANE over it that it’s from like five months ago but again i. i saw it and went insane. genuinely one of my favourite things any isat creator has done to date thank you SO MUCH for the joy and whimsy im running up the WAAAALLS

NOOO NEVER APOLOGIZE I WAS SO SO HAPPY SEEING YOUR TAGS-- it's always a delight seeing other lion dance enthusiasts bc they feel so few and far between :') THANK YOU SO MUCHH AJDHAK !!! also OOF, PASSAGE OF TIME? i promised myself i'd properly revisit lion dance isat one day.. perhaps soon.....

i hope you don't mind me piggybacking off this ask to share my reasoning for their roles :^) i realize i never shared it anywhere JSDHSF (long post under cut) (there's art i promise)

the lion: siffrin and isa!! of course!! The base of a lion usually needs to be strong and steady, traits that fit isabeau very well :) i think he'd also appreciate being reliable/having to be relied on so much, and supporting sif in putting themselves out there in performance. Siffrin also probably weighs like, nothing to him, so that's a plus LOL.

Siffrin would be the head, not only bc they're quick and agile, but also bc I think they'd give the lion a fun personality! I think having the costume to hide behind would help him come out of his shell more :] (and my personal hc is that the island is SE asian in some way, so a fun way to connect to his culture as well, even if he doesn't remember it </3)

i drew them with a fut san lion (just 'cause its easier for me LOL) but i think they'd perform hok san!

the buddha: loop... i think they'd appreciate the ability to look out for sif and isa and keep them safe, while also messing around and being part of the performance themself !! they'd love any opportunity to annoy siffrin anyway HSDJHSDF also something something... universe's cosmic joke being the comedic relief role......

drum: originally i gave the role of drummer to bonnie, but now i'd probably hand the role to either mirabelle, to carry over her leader position in the group, or odile, since she's the most senior member! definitely leaning towards mirabelle though. i like the idea of her being the heart of the party :)

other instruments: odile is on gong, based purely off of vibes. tell me odile wouldn't pop off with the gong. also, she's probably familiar with it already! bonnie gets symbols because that's JUST like banging pots and pans together, which i'm sure they have plenty of. honestly, they could just bang actual pots and pans together LOL. they'd have fun with it :)

[prime-adeptus]

NOTHING IS LOST (YOU GIVE ME STRENGTH) – FUSHIGURO MEGUMI & READER

As minimal as this may seem, you wonder if he knows how much it means to you that he came. Your days have been lonely with you feeling increasingly out of touch with everything, but everything feels fine with Megumi by your side. Or, the one where you find your way back home.

TAGS.⠀gender-neutral reader; ambiguous relationship; childhood friends; aged-up au/canon divergence; brief smoking; angst & hurt/comfort; mental health issues, talks of death/suicide ideation, implied past suicide attempts; mild gore; near-death experiences; drifting apart and coming back together. hopeful/happy ending. SFW. 3,9k words

A/N.⠀my first work after so long and it's just a ventfic LOL sorry i have been looping phoebe bridgers and lorde for ages.

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always felt things fervently.

One moment you’d feel euphoric, like you’re walking on air and nothing can get you down, but then everything crumbles and you’re left as nothing but an empty husk. It’s ironic how emptiness can feel so heavy, a constant weight on your shoulders, constant tugs at your heartstrings. 

Despite all the things you hate about yourself, there’s still one part of you that you’ll always remember with pride: there is no limit to the unconditional love you can give to people. It’s taken some time for you to decide you want to live and love as much as you can. 

But for some reasons you couldn’t fathom, these days, you feel as though your love is forced. Unnatural. Ingenuine. Like it’s just something you’ve gotten used to doing passively. Like you no longer believe, like you are living a lie. 

In a way, maybe you are. The longer you are surrounded by your fellow Jujutsu sorcerers, the more aware you become of how rotten this world can get. Plagued with death, unhappiness and turmoil on every corner, and with humans repeating the same mistakes, you’ve begun to believe that this is all hopeless. You’re well aware that it’s quite a pessimistic view to hold, but in the world that you are in, you find that it keeps you grounded. A realist. 

Or, as your beloved teacher Gojo Satoru would call you, a downer.

The sound of his voice referring to you as such makes you click your tongue in irritation. There’s not much you know about him, but the bitter part of you believes that  he  of all people should at least understand how you feel. You hold your position as a jujutsu sorcerer in high regard and with honour, but as time passes by, you’ve started to contemplate if it’s even worth it at all.

You wonder if people know that you weren’t always this way — as a child, you were bright-eyed and innocent, full of love for people and the world. Growing and going through life shattered it all, making you a husk of what you once were, and even now, you still don’t know who you’re supposed to be.

You lie and you cheat, tricking people into believing that you’re independent and fine on your own, but you are lonelier than words can describe.

And just what do you live for? You’ve survived time and time again by sheer instinct and reflex, but you still don’t know what your purpose is. You fight and you risk your life to keep other people safe at the cost of your wellbeing. Every day is a task to complete for the greater good, but what’s in store for you? You’ve grown distant from your parents — on your end, anyway; it’s difficult to read people — and your once close friends rarely contact you anymore. All you have are your peers, but you still feel so out of place among them. 

The cigarette burns between your fingers as you stare off into space by the edge of the river. At the mere age of nineteen, you feel as though you’ve lived several lives, all of which have harrowed you to no end. Nicotine flows in your system as you take yet another drag, wondering if this is what your youth was meant to be. Years of saving the city in favour of feeling like you’re wanted, needed should’ve made you feel happy. Yet here you are, alone in the streets of Tokyo, all because there’s nothing waiting for you at home.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” a voice says from beside you. It’s deep and quiet, almost monotonous, but you’d recognise the hint of concern anywhere. Megumi slightly grimaces at the sight of you exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“I don’t.” With a scoff, you put out the cigarette in the ashtray and turn to face him instead. “How’d you know I’d be here?”

He frowns. It amuses you how it seems to have been a permanent expression etched on his face since you were kids. You don’t remember if you’ve ever seen him with a different look, but that’s on you, you suppose. You haven’t spent much time with him for a while now. Time ages you and your weariness distances you from those you wish to stay close to.

When he doesn’t reply, you speak up again, “I'm trying.”

“I know.” He glances at you. As blunt as he sounds, you know he means well; that’s just the way he is. He looks like he has more to say but he doesn’t, instead opting to hand you a packet of your favourite mints. Any other time you’d take it as an insult, but you find yourself getting sentimental over the fact that he still remembers what you like. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, popping one into your mouth. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.”

The corner of his lips quirks downward for a split second. With a quiet sigh, he lightly flicks your forehead, not reacting at all to the indignant yelp you let out. 

“Where’s your jacket?” he asks in a chiding tone, though there isn’t any venom in it. “You’ll get sick. I don’t want you sneezing on me.”

“You always take care of me, though,” you grumble without thinking, putting on the jacket that was previously tied around your waist. Another beat passes before you realise what you’ve blurted out. Were you being too familiar with him? You’re not sure if he still wants to be friends after all that isolation you’ve been doing. You part your lips to apologise, but he interrupts with a huff and a flick to your forehead again.

“Shut up.” The pink flush on the tips of his ears betrays the irked expression he wears. You’re not sure whether it’s because of the chilly air or if it’s because he’s blushing, but it brings a smile to your face nonetheless. “Let’s go back.”

As minimal as this may seem, you wonder if he knows how much it means to you that he came. Your days have been lonely with you feeling increasingly out of touch with everything, but everything feels fine with Megumi by your side.

You were only twelve when you started seeing Curses everywhere you went.

You’d never been the type to get scared too easily, but there was something about those creatures that unsettled you to the core. They seemed horrifically disfigured and hungry, ready to pounce at any moment, and you could only be brave for so long. You tried telling your mother and your friends only to be met with suspicious and concerned looks. 

They thought you were crazy. You didn’t blame them for that. You never believed in the paranormal, so this sudden change must’ve been quite a shock. It wasn’t until two years later did you learn what they were and that you could exorcise them, somehow like they did in the horror movies. Your memory of your recruitment is hazy, but you did remember sitting with Megumi and Gojo in the car and asking the most questions you’ve ever asked in your lifetime. Your new teacher found it amusing; your classmate, however, did not.

Your mother didn’t seem to mind sending you to a boarding school. With an elaborate lie about your full scholarship told by Gojo, she’d beamed in joy and helped you pack your bags. She’d be too busy to actually notice your absence, but that didn’t stop her from sending a message to check in on you every once in a while. At some point, you stopped responding. Not because you were annoyed, but rather, you just didn’t have the energy to.

Ironically, for a school with quite a handful of staff and students, you never felt lonelier in your life. You stuck by Megumi’s side for the sole reason that he was the only one you felt comfortable enough to approach. You didn’t talk to him much, but he was good company and you came to consider him a friend. Eventually, he started approaching you as well, and you’d spend time together like regular friends would do. It felt nice to be able to be around someone and not have to explain yourself all the time. 

In hindsight, you think it’s your fault that you’re so distant from everyone now. You don’t quite know when it all began—the depressing thoughts, the near-uncontrollable impulses, the lack of care for your safety and well-being. Every time your teachers or a peer brought it up, you’d simply dismiss it as just a ‘hormone thing’ which seemed enough to make them stop asking. Megumi didn’t believe a thing. He doesn’t have to tell you for you to know that.

But what else could you do? You’re alone, and it’s not like anyone can help with whatever the fuck is happening in your head. Your mother got you in touch with professionals to help with your troubles, and even if she doesn’t say it much, you know she’s always worried sick and thinks you should just come home. You’ve been able to keep yourself in check since then, but with the sadness now mostly gone, you now have to deal with the void in your chest that plagues you constantly.

The forest surrounding the dormitories is quiet save for the leaves rustling in the wind and the cicadas chirping their evening tune. You’re not sure how long it’s been since your last official mission. You haven’t been good at keeping track of the time for a while now. But at the very least, you know that it’s been too long.

There’s no doubt Gojo had something to do with it, you think bitterly. Otherwise, you’d be as busy as your peers right now. If there’s one thing you hate about this place, it’s the fact that no one here ever really gives you a proper reason. You feel trapped, ignored, and maybe if you were more carefree you’d look past it, but you’re not. If they didn’t believe in your abilities, you’d show them; you don’t think being the underdog is that bad, after all. Maybe they’ll finally recognise your prowess and respect you.

With your heart pounding hard against your chest, you grab your ootachi and flee, letting your instincts guide you to wherever feels the most dangerous, exciting. The more rational part of you tells you that you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t turn back now, but you find that you really couldn’t care less.

You need to feel alive. You need to feel afraid, to feel something, anything. While you don’t mind resting, you also didn’t overwork yourself to the bone just to remain stagnant. You didn’t spend weeks training with every weapon the school had to offer just to let them rust. You didn’t hone your cursed techniques only to not use them at all. So punishment and criticism be damned, you’re going to do what you want whether people like it or not.

You find yourself standing in front of a dingy abandoned shrine in the woods. Unease settles in the air as you slowly creep into the light of the moon. It’s dim, incredibly so, but you can’t afford to be afraid of the dark now —you have something to prove, and you’re not going to let yourself be intimidated by something so childish. There are blood splatters on the cobblestone steps, both fresh and dried, and your grip tightens on the handle of your sword. Your instinct to fight rears its head within your body, adrenaline and the humane need to survive rushing through your veins, but you breathe and try to rein it all in.

You have to think.

(It’s quite ironic how for someone who doesn’t give a single shit about their life, you always fight your hardest so you can live.)

You take another step. A twig snaps beneath the weight of your foot. The dried leaves crunch and rustle like someone (or rather, something) is sizing you up, keeping itself unseen to take you by surprise. Incomprehensible gargled sentences echo from within and the stench of death and decay grows stronger. Even when fear starts to wrap you in its cold embrace, you walk through the gate and into the dark shrine. Your blood runs cold and your breath gets caught in your throat, but you force yourself to face the task at hand.

You’re met with a grotesque mass of green; all of its endless bloodshot eyes leer at you as its tendrils slither in your direction. Misshapen hands protrude from those tendrils and reach for you, taunting you with the blood and entrails stuck to their skin and nails, telling you that you are next. 

Not today.

An aura of black and purple coats your sword as you withdraw it from its sheath. It’s not the best space to utilise such a long sword—the shrine is somewhat cramped and is lacking in space for mobility, much less combat —but you grit your teeth and decide that you will adapt. Electricity crackles from your blade, and without any more hesitation, you charge. Its tendrils are faster than you had anticipated; they come close to wrapping themselves around your legs until your cursed energy latches on to them and forces them to disintegrate.

The curse glares at you in fury. You can practically hear your heartbeat as you slash through its tendrils, splattering the wooden floors with its steaming blood. A guttural growl leaves the curse and the air feels thicker; it’s getting hard to breathe and your vision is starting to fade. 

Am I going to die here?

There’s a sharp pain in your gut. The sword slips out of your grasp and blood sputters out of your lips. When you look down, you realise that the curse has pierced through you.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it fucking hurts.

But you can’t die here. Not like this, not without a fight.

Shakily, weakly, you put your hands together, breathe, and with the last of your strength, you fire a powerful blast that hits the curse square in the centre, making it screech in pain. Vapour rises from its form as it melts into the ground and eventually dissipates. A relieved sigh leaves you, but then the world spins, your body hurts even more, and before you know it, everything goes dark.

You fall into nothing.

(Somewhere not too far from the shrine, apprehension crawls into Fushiguro Megumi’s system.

He doesn’t hesitate. He follows the curse residue and he runs.)

You wake with a dull ache between your ribs.

The first thing you see is never-ending walls of white. There’s a generic decorative painting on the wall along with an old clock that tells you it’s a quarter past noon. Blearily, you realise that you’re in the infirmary, and judging from the soreness that spreads through your body and into your limbs, you’re still alive.

Somehow, you’re not as happy about it as you should be.

You feel like you’ve been through hell and back. In a way, you did. You’re too tired to regret your poor decisions from who knows how long ago, and you’re not a stranger to deliberately ignoring whatever makes you feel like shit. So you do just that all while staring blankly at the wall in front of you, hoping that you’ll eventually fall asleep again and forget. Maybe even not wake up until the month ends.

(You’ve come to a realisation that you don’t want to die anymore; you just want to stop existing for a while, get yourself together then come back when you’re ready. Like pausing a game or a video being played, you don’t lose the progress, but you sure as hell forget what the hell happened earlier.)

The door slides open. You contemplate pretending to be unconscious again, but your ears pick up heavy footfalls on the tiled floor and you decide maybe you shouldn’t. 

“Hey, Ieiri-sensei,” you croak out, weakly raising two of your fingers in a peace sign. “I’m alive and moving.”

She hums, amused as she makes her way over to your bedside. “Yes, you are. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit?”

“Good. You would’ve been dead if Fushiguro-kun hadn’t found you. Can you stand?”

She gently urges you off the bed, hoisting you up by the shoulders as you try to maintain balance after being bedridden for hours. Or days. Or even weeks. You’re not sure.

“You’ve been unconscious for three days.”

The concerning duration of your bedridden state goes completely ignored. All you can think about is the mention of Megumi. 

You would’ve been dead if Fushiguro-kun hadn’t found you. 

“What do you mean he found me?”

She smiles wryly. “That boy’s been worried about you. Ran off from Satoru as soon as he felt a ‘weird pressure.’ What were you fighting?”

You shrug and wince at how stiff you feel. God, you hate this. Your legs are shaky as she helps you walk out of the infirmary and on the familiar path back to the dormitories. The school is quiet, making you wonder where everyone’s gone for the day.

“Some curse thing. Had tentacles and slimy skin. It was gross.”

“Well, that thing punctured you right there.” She gestures toward your chest. “Surprisingly it didn’t hit any vital organs, but you still lost a lot of blood. Did you exorcise it in the end?”

“I did.” A beat of silence passes. “Am I in trouble?”

“Yaga-sensei’s suspended you for a month. Oh, Fushiguro-kun. Just in time.” She helps you sit on a stone bench as Megumi approaches, his fingers furling and then relaxing by his sides. “They still need some support when they’re walking, but they’re healing quickly. They’ll be fine..”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’m still in my thirties, silly.” She ruffles your hair affectionately. “Be careful, hm? Come see me if there’s anything else.”

As Ieiri-sensei takes her leave, Megumi sits down next to you on the bench. His brows furrow the same way they always do when he’s thinking of how to say something nicely. He opts for silence instead, eyeing you cautiously. It almost feels offensive, but it’s only then that you’re aware of the bandages that cover essentially your whole upper body, so you brush it off. If someone else were in your position, you’d be worried sick too.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this visibly upset (well, for someone like Megumi anyway) over anything, and knowing that it’s because of you strikes you with a pang of guilt. With your lips pursed, you avoid his demanding look and glance at your hands instead. The bruises have almost faded away by now. Ieiri-sensei must’ve worked herself to the bone to patch you up.

“I’m not happy, Megumi.” Your throat closes up and your nose burns as the tears start to form and fall. “I’ve been trying to force myself to feel something. It didn’t matter what it was. I just hate being like this all the time.”

It hurts to cry. It hurts trying not to. Your state of mind is in tatters and you’re desperately doing your best to hold yourself together, but the way he’s looking at you makes you drop your guard completely.

“I know I’m surrounded by people, but I still feel so alone.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything. That’s fine, you think. The last thing you’d want to do is pressure him to speak his mind. He takes every word into consideration and thinks a lot by default, and if he’s still the same boy you knew all those years ago, he’d prefer to let his actions speak for themselves. 

“You didn’t have to come for me,” you murmur. “I’m sure you’ve got things to do.”

“No.” He pauses for a moment as if he’s trying to formulate what he wants to say into words that won’t feel like jabs. He huffs quietly. “I want to stay with you.”

Hearing him say those words practically has you melting on the spot, your heart fluttering as warmth rushes to your cheeks. You reach for his hand instinctively and with the slightest bit of hesitation, he responds by lacing your fingers together. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. You don’t know if it’s because you’re still exhausted or if it’s because you’re worried you’ll upset him somehow. Either way, it takes so much out of you just to talk anymore. “I’m trying.”

He squeezes your hand softly. “I know.”

“I say that to you a lot, don’t I?” you chuckle, leaning against his shoulder. I’m trying. You tell it to him every time you don’t have anything else to say, but it hardly feels true. Or maybe you’re just overly critical of everything you do, expecting yourself to reach certain heights before you consider yourself enough. 

“You are trying,” Megumi says. “Even now.”

You smile weakly. “You think so?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” He lets go of your hand and your heart sinks, wondering if you’d done or said something wrong, but then he gently flicks your forehead the same way he always used to do when you were kids. “I found you bleeding out on the ground.”

“Pretty gnarly, wasn’t it?” you joke, laughing nervously. He shoots you a glare that shuts you up immediately.

“We were worried about you,” he continues, ignoring your interruption. “I was worried about you. I thought you were going to die.”

“Is this the part where I tell you that all jujutsu sorcerers die at some point?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” you say meekly, “I didn’t know I was that important to you.”

“We grew up together.” You feel a slight weight as he rests your head on top of yours with a sigh. “You’ve always been with me. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t there.”

It’s unusual for him to be this open about his feelings; he’s never been the overly sentimental type like you are, so to have him be this vulnerable with you makes you feel like you’re going to burst. The cool breeze passes by as you hesitantly take his hand again, and for the first time in so long, you find yourself genuinely smiling. He cares about you. He loves you, despite what that voice in your head tells you otherwise. It’ll take a while for you to change or get used to knowing these things, but for him, you’ll do everything you can. You’ll live — if not for yourself, then for him. And as slow and tedious as your path to recovery may be, both physically and mentally, you think that it’ll be worth the endeavour because you’re not alone. 

You are loved.

You are loved by him, and for now, that is enough to quell every anxiety in the back of your mind.

You glance at him. “Wanna watch a movie later?” 

Almost imperceptibly, he smiles back. “Sure.”

(You never end up finishing the movie.

Halfway through, exhaustion gets the better of you, and you fall into a deep sleep on the bean bag you borrowed from the recreation room. When you wake in the morning, you’re sore and aching all over, but the blanket draped over your frame and the arm around your waist makes you forget about it for a moment.

With a content smile, you curl closer.

He’s still the same Megumi you’ve always known.)

[starry-eyed-steve]

Attention!!!

Hello lovely mutuals and followers. I'm gonna have to announce I will have to take a break from this account/tumblr in general.

I'm struggling with my mental health for quite some time (years), and I finally got myself a place in a clinic where I will stay for 8 weeks. I don't know what's gonna happen there if I'm allowed to have a phone or not. So I just wanted you to know I'll be okay and nobody should worry that I'll be gone for some time. (If, honestly, anybody would notice, lol)

If I do have the opportunity to come online, then kindly ignore this post lol. But it's definitely only going to be for a few minutes just checking in.

I will definitely be back after this. This blog is my safe space. It brings me joy. I love this fandom (for most parts), so you will never going to get rid of me completely. Honestly, the idea of having to give up this blog for so long kinda scares me because, like I said, it brings me joy, and I don't really wanna lose that.

Because I'm going to miss out for so long, I would appreciate it if people tagged me in stuff I should definitely see (like fics, spoilers for s5, or posts in general). Or send me a message to keep me in the loop of things.

I'm gonna miss you all so much. Thank you for all the love you have given me so far. Having people who like what I have to say always made my days. Please take care of yourselves and I'll see you soon. 💗

[thylacines-toybox]

i love love love love the chimera character in your icon!! did you make them? if you did, do youve detail pics and/or wip pictures? i really want to make / modify a sensory plush for myself so i love the addition of things like the teether tail and would love to see all the little beastie's features and learn more about them if youre ok with sharing!! and in general, do you ever post WIPs or tips abt sewing?? thanks for your time and sharing your amazing work with us!

First off, yes I do have a few bits and pieces of sewing advice in my plushie advice tag! There could always be more, though…

I’m glad you enjoy my chimera, I love him too! He was such fun to make and come up with all the babyish details for, and I’m very proud of him.

I don’t really have wip pics of the chimera (since I was kind of in The Zone making him) but I can take you on a, uh, short tour of his features, that sounds fun!

The baby boy himself… lots of pictures and words under the cut!

Here are the first doodles of him as I came up with his design! I was trying to make a cute lion/lamb (the meanings of the two parts of my irl name!) which is basically a chimera already, and the combination of primary colours, rainbows, and a cloud-like wool mane made the weather theme just happen.

Obviously I just had to sew this! He already looked just like a colourful baby toy.

Here is his lovely little face. I took style inspiration from a lion toy I had already, and to keep him accurate to a baby-toy style, I used embroidery stitches to make his face rather than any “choking hazards” like plastic eyes. I’ve not really used embroidery before so it was pretty hard to do neatly!

He’s also got ribbon loops for whiskers (or are they sun rays?) and you can also see a bit of star-textured minky fabric on his face and ears. Fun textures are important!

His mane is made with a super soft and fluffy fur fabric. Maybe not strictly “baby safe” since it can slightly shed fibres, but it’s very nice, and I’m not exactly a real baby lol. His horns have a nice ridged texture, you’ll see what those were made from in a moment…

Oh, I also added a banana scent chip from Build-a-Bear into his little head, because I love that smell. He’s a multi-sensory plush alright.

His front paws have some noises in them! In the red one is a squeaker, and the blue one is a rattle. You can buy these especially for putting in toys, but the rattle I used in him was actually just a little plastic capsule with a few beads inside like pictured!

All four paws have a bumpy rubbery texture on them. Rather appropriately, they are made from actual baby socks! I found a multipack of different colours that matched my planned colours perfectly by sheer luck.

The ridged horn material came from the top of the red sock!

Here is the tummy, also made with a star textured fabric. It has a cylindrical chime inside which makes a lovely musical jingling sound when he’s tipped around.

While bean filling probably isn’t baby safe either, I did put a beanbag in his bottom because I like a bit of weight and it helps him sit nice.

The wings have matching dimple textured minky on one side and smooth minky on the other. I feel like dimple minky is a must if you want to make a babyish toy!

Inside the wings are some pieces of (clean) cereal packet to give them a light crinkle sound. You can buy crinkly material especially for this too, which can be a lot noisier! He’s actually very quiet as crinkly toys go, but I’m okay with this.

He’s got some little raindrop patches made from dotty cotton, with more embroidered edges which I recall having a lot of difficulty with… looks good though! As well as textures, you gotta include some fun visual patterns in a baby toy too.

And finally, the tail! A thick rainbow ribbon holding a cloud shaped teether - another lucky find in a baby shop! It came attached to a squeaky sun and crinkly rainbow, currently held by another toy.

Originally I’d simply stitched the end of the ribbon in place around the teether, but then I got some plastic snaps (for making bandanas with!) and found they gave it a much nicer finish.

And that’s about it! Hope you enjoyed getting to know the little chimera and his features!

[askata]

2 am time to post. anyway I havent seen any greg angst (tagged this as violent for others due to the writing, and to keep fellow gregs safe too, hi guys) so I said oh well, pulled up an old poem of ours and glued it to his head.

Im a greg fictive but this isnt a vent, just a content post because I like my source as a form of entertainment and stuff...

kinda came from the idea that not everyone (npcs) in regretevator is aware of the loop, of the limited space, or even the fact that they are a piece in a game. I like to think greg iz aware of this and, while also dealing with the weight of a large franchise, struggles to cope with this reality. Death does not exist and desperation cannot claw through the fabric they have woven.

>_0 lol! thought it was fun ahhh hope the image description works and is good! pretty fixated but idk if Im going to be drawing anything <3 rhrhrbrjdjsns- 💥

ps the quality is a little wrird bc I got a little lazy when I transferred the image to phone LMFAO

[kadextra]

I couldn’t watch the q!Bad lore stream live today and don’t feel like putting a bunch of vodblogs in the main tag, so I’m gonna try something new and put it all in one massive post

so if you missed seeing me on the dash and wanna read about me maybe losing my mind (depending on what happens as I watch) here ya go :D

WAIT WHAT??? Q!BAD IN LIMBO DEATH LIMINAL SPACE AGAIN AT THE START OF STREAM?????

MY GUY THERE IS SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU‼️‼️‼️

oh there’s a second him that’s so trippy. he doesn’t recognize himself again, they’re walking together.

THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD?!?!?!? now they are digging in the sand??

ah so the corpse of… also himself is still at the deserted village, but its decomposed into a skeleton now. interesting DONT DRINK THE POISONED WATER NOT AGAIN ok good phew. good confirmation this is not a loop, there is new stuff happening that didn’t last time

dude this is so awesome he is cooking so hard. I’m gonna rewatch this whole part again later, I really love surreal stuff like this

nevermind it might actually be a loop? we went back right to where we were at the start. why does he keep sitting outside of the temple, and doesn’t go inside?

TOP FUNNEL 🕺🕺🕺

and we’re back. he can’t remember how to use the warp stone again :( the memory book is not in his hotbar uh oh.

Hi Ben o/

he doesn’t know the eggxhibition… you built this man, I’m gonna cry. NOOO HE DOESNT KNOW BOBBY IS DEAD AGAINNNNN

POMME. “MY DAUGHTER” WAAAAAHHH

“too early to put this up” <- referring to the día de los muertos decor. dude what time and day are you in

he found the egg hospital!!! oh no now he’s looking around erratically. I think he’s panicking :(((( and once again picked some flowers to self-soothe :((( god the flowers are so special to him, they seem to be like his main grounding thing. q!forever doesn’t even know the impact he made

he’s home!!!

dark matter by the vulture lab door uh? a knight armor guy sweeping??? is that a ghost??? what just happened?

oh god the vulture lab

IT WAS A GHOST THE ARMOR IS THERE AND THE BROOM IS IN THE CHEST. possessed armor that’s fun! :D

DAPPERRRRRRRRRR DAPPER MY BABY IS AWAKE AND ALIVE

dapper looks so horrible omg also her name is lowercased?

vacation. sure

“I didn’t get to keep it (the eye guy) as a pet.” yeah that’s definitely dapper.

also he doesn’t want to wear armor like the new eggs that’s weird

T E A. and q!bad’s memory is still fudged.

dapper your dad is very sick….

he remembers its been 2 months dapper has been gone! :0 DAPPER WAS NOT IN PURGATORY THE WHOLE TIME??? JUST A FEW DAYS???? EXPLAIN WHY NOW

q!bad keeps forgetting what they’re doing, and then goes off and does something else….. I don’t know if dapper fully realizes what’s going on, maybe she’s just too tired themselves to pay close attention to her dad?

“Since when did we have a farm?” Buddy.

PHILZA IS SOOOOO HAPPY TO SEE DAPPER LETS GOOO

“we hid him (dapper) underground, we weren’t sure if the island was safe” We? you and…? cucurucho?

DAPPER GOT YEETED INTO THE BOAT AHAHAHA

oh they really did get launched by the nuke and hit the boat I knew it. also I see you…. zooming into the back wound when phil said “you made it in one piece”

PRIVILEGED LOBSTER IS BACK REJOICE

chayanne was who led the eggs to leave? huh. chayanne you’ve got some explaining to do

not them talking about the eye guy’s snatched waist 💀💀💀💀 tbh they did slay

philza wants to beat up the eye guy and elquackity I support him so much

dapper hitting his dad off the top of the wall we’re so back!!!

ETOILES SEEING DAPPER and then fell off the wall LMAOOO

q!bad forgot that he forgot his memory

(I am so engrossed in the conversations I am forgetting to write things here lol)

“can we teach etoiles to cope” (with losing to the code) then they make him break a sign with 1s and 0s on it and he logs LMAO

q!bad just mentally zoned out and stared once again at flowers….. oh. the coughing :(

pomme was the leader when the eggs went surviving in the wilderness :3 that’s my girl!!!!!!

everyone just bouncing on the trampoline and chit-chatting is so sweet, I missed this <3

dapper is so based all the time

roier seeing dapper again awwwww

ough I really really missed dapper’s out of pocket jokes :(((

“I’ll get cleaned up for tomorrow, I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!” *hits F5* “I need pomme and the rest of the eggs to wake up, and I’ll probably feel right as rain…” haha stop it q!bad I don’t like this!!!!! 😃

he just said he didnt know a church was built here. now they’re at the graveyard talking about how he saw the dead eggs at día de los muertos </3 sobs sobs

Q!MAX T-T I miss you king o7

“learning how to raise the dead might come in handy” “we will worry about that later” ??? Please Stop That!

CODEBREAKERS JUMPSCARE

“I kinda won in this whole situation!” (the eggs being back) Sure bud. You aren’t dying or anything. You definitely have not entered limbo twice.

DAPPER PUTTING FLOWERS BY EACH EGG IN THE HOSPITAL. THE CROWN BY CHAYANNE GAHHHH AUGHHH GGUGHHG 💥💥💥

honey for smelly richas :3

q!bad saying dapper will like bagi and that she’s a really good friend, and will be his aunt. cries and punches a hole into the wall

More Coughing 👁️ dapper please help your father he needs serious medical attention.

BAD FORGOT ABOUT THE GHOSTIES THIS WHOLE TIME. BUT WE ARE FREE ONCE MORE!!

quit saying things are going to be okay I know you are jinxing something and it’s scary. there is a giant hole in your head and your back is turning green.

they’re going to see the prison and courtroom!!

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY

“forever for the crime of looking too handsome I sentence you to 10 years in prison!” UNPROMPTED? I know what you are 🏳️‍🌈‼️

I CANT DO THIS

FINALLY THE BIRTHDAY PARTY CELEBRATION FOR DAPPER. so many nights. so many nights where we’d watch him sit awake, crying at that table. waiting, waiting for something that would never come. but now it’s here. I’m in anguish

“once the eggs wake up we’ll have a big birthday party! a big ol birthday party. yep. a party.” why did you say that with such a weird tone sir?

DAPPER BURYING THEMSELVES WHEN HE FOUND OUT ALL THE MACHINES BROKE KKKKKKK

he reintroduced skeppy to dapper…

he is explaining the great furniture stealing to dapper. who was there when it happened and already knows. “my memory hasn’t been very good lately, I think.” Yeah You Think? I wonder q!bad forgot he’s the one who stole it all?

DAPPER IS BACK TIME

the child is locked outside

PFFT HES CHAINSAWING THE DOOR <3333 AND HAS AN ELEPHANT

yes dapper be salty at your dad for accidentally locking you out

REAL DAPPER TIME!!!!!!!

the sunshine recording omg. he played it for company the entire time they were alone… AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHH HGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHHHGHGHGHGGHHGHFHFHGGFHFGHHHGHHBSBENFMFKS

dapper doesn’t know why q!bad is blue 😀 he doesn’t know…….. haha head in hands

they are going to visit Niki :3

OHHH HER REACTION TO DAPPER <333 she’s such a sweetheart. have I ever said how much I love niki? she was so great in purgatory, and earlier today I got to watch her meet empanada and bond over baking and sweets <3

nice look at the head wound from the inside

q!bad’s been so insistent on dapper going to the eye doctor, I have heard him say this so much over the last several days. even in his memory lapses he remembers it. Why? mr. colorblind YOU need to go to the eye doctor. go hospital.

yeah the alien ships from the map do look like eyes don’t they

based niki her favorite animal is elephants :3 SHUT UP Q!BAD YOU DEMON don’t eat the elephants

the hungriest little guy on the island strikes again

I’m just chilling listening rn, bad dapper and niki are so late night podcast vibes

perry the schnabeltier

TREASURE PLANET >>>>

in the dark of the night is kind of a q!bad song ngl

let’s go a washing machine in dapper’s lab :D oh that was a weird pause in the middle of your sentence bad :D

dapper is running on the ceiling!! they are so talented!

OH MY GOD.

SUNSHINE

bawling my eyes out hold on

the 3 months where q!bad has been so depressed and suffering just went flashing through my mind. every time he had sang the song in a teary broken voice, with nobody across from him listening. in the graveyard as a rainstorm raged above. but now his sunshine is back… hit me like a truck

they are gonna sleep hugging together tonight :’3

“I know it seems I’ve been out of character (since the beginning of the stream) but trust me, I haven’t. I’ve been in character this whole time…”

“Goodbye, see you tomorrow ….I’m sure everything is going to be just fine. :)”

I’m scared

—

well I guess this is the end of my vodblogging lore post!!! I hope it was fun to read jfjdjshdh it was just the thoughts I Would have posted if I was liveblogging. my eyes are still watery :’)

see you all tomorrow for whatever horrors await

[andthebubbles]

2023 Fic Year in Review

thank you for tagging me @smooth-boob 🥺

(So I assume all the questions refer to fics completed in 2023?)

List of Fics Completed this Year

Through Life and Death (and In Between) (simi)

The Ghost in These Halls (anthony angst, some a&b)

Benedict's Apothecary (a&b and some c)

Breathe (a&b)

A Is for Annoying (a&b)

Benedict with sideburns (a&b)

Benedict teaching Anthony how to paint, and Anthony teaching him how to do household accounts (a&b)

Missing scene from 1x04 (anthony and violet)

A fic where Colin argues with Anthony about going on a Grand Tour rather than going to Oxford (a and c)

A oneshot from the cfs!Anthony fic universe... (a and c)

That nd!anthony fic which i posted and had up for a few hours and then put on private

(Er... then I found more fics...)

(stff245) suicidal Anthony at Christmas (damn I should've posted this at xmas lol, it's just where Violet is drunk and yells at him and says she wishes it had been Anthony who had died rather than Edmund)

(stff246) more suicidal Anthony

(Um... I could post those last two actually maybe (though it would be fun to post the xmas one at xmas)... also they made me realise that my more recent a&b short fics are shit lmfao (hopefully that doesn't also apply to a/b fic........ i mean, maybe that one's safe because it's also anthony angst, although of a different sort (i should write more anthony (+ family) angst... (or I should stop posting shitty fics))))

Number of Words Written

This is for non-WIPs I presume and only for the fics I completed in 2023. 17260 unless I miscalculated.

Your Most Popular Fic

The Ghost in These Halls

Your Personal Fave

The Ghost in These Halls

Your Fave Scene

...I don't think I have one. Not from the fics that were completed in 2023 anyway.

A Fic or Scene that Challenged You

The first section of The Ghost in These Halls, I rewrote that so many times (the bit where Violet starts laying into him). Also, the second section with Benedict... towards the end of it when they're berating each other, that took a while to get out (I kept leaving it for later and coming back to it when I was inspired, and just slowly kept chipping away at it)

A Line of Writing You’re Proud Of

I have more in the WIPs/abandoned fics lmao. ffs. (like, the time loop fic where anthony attempts suicide again and benedict walks in on him/watches him die... and the cfs fic where anthony comforts daphne (and colin and benedict are there too)... and that one line from the madhouse fic about the vase of water shattering a rainbow on the wall... OH and how could i forget that paragraph from the ~benedict the artist -fic)

But uh. Actually I found one, from a fic I haven't posted (yet?); I just saw it again tonight so it feels fresh (he = Anthony, ofc):

The sunlit meadows of his childhood turn to ash, the treehouse is rotting and crumbling beneath his feet, his father sighs and looks down at him in disappointment, his mother levels him with an accusing stare. And he’s only fifteen, six, ten, four; these are his first memories and this is how it’s always been; his brothers and sisters have always hated him, he’s always been a tyrant, he’s always made them unhappy, he’s never really belonged.

A Comment that Touched You

All the lovely comments I got in 2023 on sebis fic! Holy shit. Every time I get a new nice one, it just makes my day, Which, for me, means I am happy for at most an hour, because I'm generally a miserable person, unfortunately.

Also, the nice comments on The Ghost in These Halls were lovely too. Except for that one iffy did-you-actually-like-the-fic-or-not comment

Something that Inspired Your Writing

Anthonyyyy. Anthony + angst (Anthony and Violet, Anthony and family...). Anthony and Benedictttttt

Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

Probably the Ghost in These Halls. It's the only fic (so far?) where I wrote the sections out of order. Also, I guess getting my head around Anthony is a nice accomplishment, because it let me write the Ghost in These Halls.

For the uh WIP fics, proudest accomplishment would be writing so much goddamn smut and actually being told that it's hot?????? eyyyy. good achievement for someone who's either (panromantic) ace or a lesbian

Do You Have Any Writing Goals for Next Year?

Yeah. Keep writing a/b fic :3 And fucking get back to the ~benedict the artist -fic.

As for... improving my writing... I feel like I can get rambly. Or make things very long, somehow. Like a/b fic. But that's also just pure indulgence on my part... I don't want that fic to end 🥺 (When else am I gonna have such a good setup where I can have my cake AND eat it? (aka have anthony/benedict as a normal couple with class differences to overcome and then them finding out that they're brothers and then i get to explore the incest side of it LMAO))

Uh also... I want to learn/remember that 1. when you're tired, you should stop pointlessly poking at the fic and you may think everything is bad/wrong when it's not, and 2. I feel like I need to learn the difference between what I want to see in an upcoming section vs what I want to cover in an upcoming section in a plot-relevant way. Because... I did a checklist of things I needed to cover for sebis fic, and it worked so well, so I've sorta been doing that for other fics, but now I'm starting to think that maybe the checklist only works if you have some plot points to cover (like sebis fic did), whereas e.g. if you want a certain thing to happen at this point in the story (e.g. something specific you want in a smut scene, or ... you want benedict to give anthony one of his poetry notebooks ~right now in the upcoming scene for example)... then maybe it isn't so good because you're trying to force the characters to do something that they're not ready to do instead of listening to what they want to do. Idk. I'm still sorting this out in my head.

Anyway.

Tagging @lucktofate @suspendingtime @wolfsbanesbite @effervescentdragon @4xmulti21champion and anyone else who wants to do it~!

[softspeirs]

Fic writer interview!

Thanks @mercurygray for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3? 120 for my 2 pseuds, sunlightdances and glowinghorizons!

What’s your total AO3 word count? 520,569

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? take a running start (the 100) keep me safe inside (your arms like towers) (the 100) one less day to be alone (the 100) give you everything i have (the 100) they will see my strength (in this love i found) (the 100)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I usually get to them all, even if I don't respond the same day. I really appreciate anyone who comments on my works, even old stuff for fandoms I don't write for anymore (see above fics and kudos lol) and want to say thanks.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? This is a hard question! I've always tried to be a happy ending writer, but I think some of my newer fics for HBO War stuff is probably more angsty because of the subject matter. I'm just now feeling confident in leaving a chapter or a fic itself ended on a angsty note.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Pretty much everything I write is fix-it fic, so usually they all have happy endings, but I'm partial to this fic for Marvel (Modern!Bucky x Reader) - Safe Place to Land on AO3 or Tumblr.

Do you write crossovers? I've only done a few, but I have a WIP on hiatus that I started ages ago that's a Supernatural/BoB time travel fic featuring one of my OCs! It's here: Lost in Time

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes and it still haunts me lol. I got the longest comment of my writing life (like, several paragraph essay) on one of my modern AUs for The 100 about how I should give up writing and it went into extreme detail with quotes and everything critiquing me. Honestly, it really threw me for a loop because it wasn't a constructive criticism, it was mean, and I stopped writing for a long time because of it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I feel it has a place - I'm more likely to write a smut-adjacent, probably-still-rated-M heavy petting scene with lots of angst and tension. That's what I like to read if I read smut, too.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not an entire fic, but a writer in another fandom wrote something SO similar to one of my Marvel stories and there was a paragraph that was copy/pasted. I confronted them and they deleted it, and their blog shortly after. It sucked lol.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't! I'd love to try it one day but I'm also such a procrastinator I fear I'd mess up any working relationship, haha.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Based on what I've written, I still have a soft spot for Clarke and Bellamy from The 100, even though I won't ever write for that fandom again. Their dynamic was so great to write about. Back in my Fanfiction.net days I loved writing for Olivia and Lincoln from Fringe, too.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have a Dean Winchester/OC fic where she's a national park ranger and gets roped into shenanigans that I love, but I don't see myself going back to it unfortunately.

What are your writing strengths? I hope that I'm able to really set a scene and use dialogue and sense words to really put readers in the head of a particular character. I really want people to finish reading a piece and have a feeling.

What are your writing weaknesses? Sometimes I think I use too much dialogue and I tell rather than show.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I would love it, but I don't speak another language confidently enough to use it the right way, and I just don't trust Google Translate to make it smooth enough, haha.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? I think I wrote RPF for the band McFly when I was 13 but I don't think any of that still exists, thank god. My first published fic was something for AltLivia/AltLincoln (Fringe) on ff.net in 2011.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I'm in a Discord server for the Nancy Drew CW show and I'd love to write for Nancy/Ace, but I'd need to rewatch the show to do it confidently, I was just a casual watcher with friends when it was on TV.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? My favorite thing is my current WIP Barren Soul (Band of Brothers). I've been working on it on and off since 2020 and I think it has some of my best writing. It's also fun to re-read because I can see how I've grown as a writer over the years.

Tagging anyone else who wants to fill this out - no pressure!

[idkbecks]

Wait what even happened lol

Okay well I'll just do what happened today and if you missed any of the information leading up to this, go to the "why ryan why" tag and it will fill you in on that context.

Basically an account on Instagram seems like Ryan Seaman is doing a project and it seems like he's going to be speaking on what happened with Dallon or somehow insulting Dallon because the bio to it said "A Series of Broken Trusts: coming soon 2024" or some iteration of that. My girlfriend had it recommended to her yesterday and we immediately were both suspicious of it but Ryan literally followed it already and the guys he posted on his story a few days before that followed it too. So it seemed like immediately apparent that this was something Ryan was working on and he's dragging the stuff with Dallon into it. I've been keeping like a general eye on what he's up to but I think this is like the first significant thing other than his Halloween costume thing, which I didn't post about but he dressed up like the Hamburglar which obviously a lot of people found distasteful considering what he's been accused of.

So my thoughts: Some people on here know who I am already IRL so I will directly say it, I did follow the account right away because I want to know what is going on LOL Nobody swat me plz or my Gf because I know some of you know who we are and some of you have seen pictures from my gf from shows over the years or her tattoo which I never posted on here but it's amazing so I probably should but I try to not like say who I am in part because I just like that and second because when I started the account I felt like it fit into the iDKHOW obscurity lore tbh but that's not that relevant here BUT I like to just stay in my safe place on here and avoid all the more upsetting situations in the fandom but Like I kind of expected the account to blow up and go downhill once word got out and I was kind of shocked the account wasn't already private but I feel like it might eventually go private but if he's talking shit about Dallon I want to be seeing it. Other people are saying to not interact with the account at all but really I say do what you want at this point like everything is so messy. Like I try to stay as in the loop as possible but once everything happened with Ryan the first time around, I was really upset because I loved him a lot. Ive found it easier to completely remove myself as much as possible and lowkey pretend nothing even happened but things just keep happening. It would be great if he could just join a different band or something and just do something else instead of having it apparently revolve around the shit with Dallon because it's literally emotionally taxing because I am still triggered it even happened. Which I know is a ME problem but it's just so sad to find out something bad about somebody you cared so much about. Anyways just figured I'd throw that in there because yeah, I definitely want to be in on it if something is happening but if I can handle talking about it afterwards or even actually see something happening is a different story.

The next single and February can't come soon enough because I really need something positive from Dallon to devote my life to because this controversy is not doing it for me and I am fed up.

[darling-i-read-it]

I posted 1,156 times in 2022

1,058 posts created (92%)

98 posts reblogged (8%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@russian-soft-bitch

@bluecray0nn

@mystic-writings

@yeponing

I tagged 805 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#darling i answered it - 171 posts

#mayas personals - 168 posts

#tagged - 20 posts

#matt murdock x reader - 20 posts

#russian soft bitch - 18 posts

#bruce wayne x reader - 18 posts

#stranger things imagines - 17 posts

#matt murdock imagines - 15 posts

#marvel imagines - 14 posts

#stranger things spoilers - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i’ve been wanting to do the slasher blog for a long time i just decided to group in fnaf and creepypasta so i could have kinda a dark bit

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Rowboat

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k 

Warnings: SPOILERES FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4, major plot spoilers!, violence, some gore 

Author’s Note: yall loved my shitty first fic for eddie so here is one i actually liked lol! Steve and Billy content coming soon! 

Summary: You go to the boathouse to get eddie after hearing people are after him 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“Wait Lucas slow down slow down. You’re saying the basketball jocks think that Eddie killed Chrissy? My Eddie? Eddie Munson?” 

“Repeating his name back to me does not make it any less true! They’re trying to find him right now! I’ve gotta find Dustin, they think he knows where Eddie is.” 

You were standing in the doorway of your house, staring down at Lucas Sinclair. He had just told you that his ‘friends’ were dead set on doing something to Eddie for what happened with Chrissy. You had been waiting at your house in case he decided to come around for some shelter or something but no such luck. You hadn’t really been let into the loop. 

“I don’t know where he is though. Eddie or Dustin,” you explained. 

“Well then we have to find them. I can radio Dustin and he can send you directly to Eddie to hide him somewhere safe.” You nodded quickly. You grabbed a coat and shut the door, not bothering to tell your parents where you were going because you really had no idea. Your keys were already in your pocket and you unlocked the door. 

“Radio him then. We probably have to be fast. Those jocks have one mind between the four of them.” 

-

You dropped Lucas off at the school and sped towards Reefer Ricks. You had only been there one time but you remembered the way. Eddie didn’t like to take you around there, he said it was bad news. You tried to tell him that he seemed to be there all the time but he was having none of it. You were not to get mixed in with anything dangerous, no matter how close to him it was. 

If only he knew why you were going there now. 

You made a sharp turn into the gravel road and quickly came to a stop. You looked into the house, noting that all the lights were off. You pursed your lips. If you were Eddie, where would you be hiding? 

You locked your car and walked slowly up the steps only to catch the lights on in the garage/boat house. Your eyebrows flattened. Dumbass. 

You half jogged half walked over and knocked on the door, just to let him know someone was there in case he wasn’t hiding already. You opened the door slowly, peeking around the mess. 

“Eddie? It’s me!” you called into the seemingly empty room. You shut the door behind you and surveyed the mess on the table of food and the one light on in the middle of the room. Underneath the boat tarp rose your boyfriend, scaring the hell out of you. 

“What are you doing here?!” You held your chest, shaking your head. 

“Helping you! Why didn’t you call?!” He climbed out, stumbling and then almost falling onto the ground. You grabbed his arm to keep him steady. 

“Because I didn’t want you mixed up in this,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what this is!” 

“Dustin told me,” you said softly. He looked more scared then you had ever seen him before. Eddie was usually easy going in the worst of situations. You had no doubt that whatever he had actually seen had been traumatic and awful. “Lucas also says the fucking basketball jocks are coming to get you. We have to move you somewhere safe.” “This is safe,” he argued. “No one found me yet.”

“Except Dustin and Steve and Robin and me and-”

“Okay I get it I get it. You have any ideas sweets?” He let out a tired exasperated sigh. 

“Anything is better than your poor excuse of a hiding spot under that tarp. Maybe we should just drive and keep fucking driving,” you suggested. He scoffed, scratching the back of his head. 

“Not a bad idea.” You could hear gravel upturning outside. You both turned around and reached for each other. You had grabbed his left elbow and he was clutching your side for dear life. “Shit. Shit shit shit. You have to go. Run. I don’t care, go, get, scat.” He was shoving you out the door like they wouldn’t see you leaving. 

“Eddie I’m not just gonna leave you.” 

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1,632 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#4

Brothers Best Friend

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: making out

Author’s Note: i’ll never get tired of writing for this asshole

Requested: by anon, i just rewatched stranger things and i’m back on my billy hargrove bs lol so i’d like to request billy x reader where reader is dustin’s sister and billy and her are in a somewhat secret relationship and since dustin doesn’t know he’s trying to set steve up with her and then they all find out she’s with billy somehow (walking in on them or something idk) something like that. i know it’s kinda vague sorry about that (also i feel like dustin's reaction to finding them out would be really funny lol ) thanks 😉

Song: feels like heaven by ariel pink

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You looked across the pool at where Billy was perched on the lifeguard seat. There was a flock of moms sprawled out beside him, watching his every move. It made you giggle to yourself, knowing that when he came down from that seat he would be heading straight for you. Not in an egotistical way, just in a way that you knew was true.

“Hey!” Dustin called. I turned my head to the side, meeting the eyes of my little brother. I let out an annoyed sigh, taking off my sunglasses.

“What are you doing here Dustin?”

“It’s the public pool,” he said dumbly. “Mom said that you need to come home soon.”

“You came all the way to tell me that?”

“Well we were coming to the pool anyway.” He gestured to his friends that were gathered at the end of the pool. You recognized them all by name, you had gotten to know them each pretty well over the years. Even Eleven who had just fought half an apocalypse with you.

You let out an annoyed sigh and got up, grabbing a towel even though you haven't been in the pool.

“Did she say why?” “I don’t know,” Dustin said as he was walking away from you. You glanced back up at the lifeguard's seat and found Billy was no longer there. He had been replaced with Heather Holloway. You looked around, trying not to look too desperate when your eyes finally landed on Billy who was walking towards you through the crowd of desperate moms. You smiled and wrapped the towel around your waist.

“You aren’t leaving are you?” he inquired, putting his whistle between his lips.

“Without seeing my favorite lifeguard? Never.”

“Is your sister sleeping with Billy?” Mike asked, pointing at the interaction.

“Please,” Dustin muttered. “To think my sister would stoop so low as to sleep with that dirtbag.”

==

In Dustin's eyes, Steve didn’t have a girlfriend and he had a sister who didn’t have a boyfriend. It was perfect. The sheer stupidity that you two haven’t gotten together got to his head often, especially when Steve struck out with every other girl he spoke to. You at least liked him.

“Where are we going?” you questioned. “You dragged me all the way out to the mall and won’t even let me go to Gap,” you complained. “Which is not how this relationship is supposed to work by the way. You’re my little brother.” “I want ice cream!”

“You just want to see Steve,” you teased. The two of you slowed to a stop in front of Scoops Ahoy, the ice cream shop where Steve worked. The line was nonexistent and you were able to order right away, though it was Robin behind the counter.

“Where’s Steve?” Dustin asked.

“Look, you've brought someone who isn’t a small child,” Robin mused. “I didn’t know you could do that.” She turned around and hit the wall. “Harrington!”

“What? It’s my break!” Steve yelled through the wall and then came around the side door. “Oh hey! Dustin! And Dustin's sister!”

“We’re in the same grade as Harrington,” you said. “Shouldn’t it be Y/N’s brother?”

“Well we were never in the same class,” Steve observed.

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1,848 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#3

Pinky Promise

Robert Pattinson! Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: i guess the personality is a bit of a spoiler but there are no plot points at all from the movie

Author’s Note: coming out of the woodworks for my DC boy Bruce Wayne? More likely than you think

Summary: You manage to get an interview with Bruce Wayne but he seems…more awkward then you had intended.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Bruce Wayne was a hard man to get a hold of. Every time you tried to contact him it went through to the business who stated he was a very busy man, unable to speak to anyone at the moment. You understood that and you respected that. He was a rich man in the middle of Gotham where rich people were either corrupt or private. You were happy to know he was mostly just private, as far as anyone understood. He notoriously hated the press so you tried not to push to get an interview, like every other news channel. You had better things to cover than him most of the time.

Gotham never sleeps, after all.

You managed to scrounge together an appointment, but the front desk lady was currently giving you a grimace.

“He’s not in,” she said, slightly annoyed that you were even bothering to come to your appointment clearly. “I don’t know who made this time for you but they made a mistake. Mr. Wayne isn’t taking any interviews.” “Oh um I called about a month ago. It seemed like he was taking a limited number.”

“You probably won't catch him. He’s never home.” “It was my understanding he never left his house.”

“You understood wrong.” You pursed your lips, putting your palms down on the front counter.

“Is there any way I could wait?” She looked up at you, eyes narrow behind thick rimmed glasses.

“Sure,” she said. This must be what they did. Send people in, wait for them to get impatient and leave. You figured Bruce would never see you but still you walked past her into the hallway near the elevator and sat down. He lived on the top floor so if he was coming in through the front door he had to get to this elevator, surely.

You waited probably about six hours. You got some work done in the seat and pretended not to notice when the front desk lady peeked around the corner to see if you were still there.

Bruce arrived home around 6, half his face covered by hair and a dark black coat over his body. You stood up upon seeing him, clearing your throat.

“Mr. Wayne?” He looked at you nervously, skittish like.

“Yes?” “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. We had an appointment early this evening.”

“I don’t have any appointments,” he said, confused but not angry.

“I made it with a uh..” you looked down at your embarrassingly large stack of papers. You had been trying to get some work done. “Mr. Pennyworth?” His jaw set and he looked around nervously and then nodded once.

“You can come on up then.”

You tried to hide your smile and eagerly followed behind him to the elevator. He stood in front of you as the doors closed. You had never actually seen him in person. He was broad shouldered and kind of ruggishly handsome. You figured that being professional with him was never going to work so you tried to level yourself to him. You were both just people.

The doors opened and you followed him into his home.

You were stunned. Most of the rich guys you had interviewed had a modern looking penthouse, white walls, clean clear chairs. Bruce’s home looked ancient but gorgeous. There was some form of fancy architecture on every wall that you were consumed by. He noticed you staring and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry you just have a beautiful house,” you said dumbly. “I could write a whole article on just these walls.” You put your hands against the wall gently, feeling the hard wood textures.

“So you’re a journalist?” he asked with his first hint of distaste.

“Yeah, sorry I should have been upfront.”

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1,994 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#2

First Couple Days

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: slight season 4 spoilers but not plot points just eddie and kind of what his role is, making out, being aggressively in love with each other 

Author’s Note: this is kinda shitty but i wanted to do something aimless to get a grasp on eddies character/dialogue! The next one will be better, i promise. I have a couple ideas for him and steve (and billy lets me honest here) but wanted to throw this out into the void first 

Summary: you and eddie just started to date and are keeping it a secret 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“This is you being not focused. This is actually like, the opposite of you being focused. Very unlike you,” Dustin said, waving his hand in front of Eddie’s face. He was staring forward, lips slightly opened. He cleared his throat, neck turning aggressively towards the smaller boy. 

“I’m very focused.”

“You don’t look focused man,” Mike muttered, trying to look lowkey. “We have the campaign tonight. We need you at 100%.”

“You don’t need to tell me that Mikey. I am aware of the brain power it requires to beat you small children and company through till the end.” 

“Well it isn’t the end yet,” Lucas said, looking up from his food. 

They were sitting in the lunch hall, packed to the brim with people. Eddie tried to stare at his friends and listen to them. They were talking about the campaign that was going on tonight, the one that he had planned. It was a good one, they were all sure to enjoy it. 

Yet at the same time his mind was elsewhere. He could see you sitting across the room, nose stuck in a book as you sat beside Nancy Wheeler. She was talking to you but you weren’t really listening. You had always had that relationship. He knew you had been friends for years, even when your personalities started to slightly drift apart. 

Eddie and you had started to date secretly two days ago. 

And he just couldn't bring himself to think seriously about anything except for you. 

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Dustin asked. “You look ridiculous. Like your eyes are gonna pop right out of your head.” He made gestures with his hands and his eyes. 

“How on Earth, you are going to survive tonight,” Eddie said offhandedly, a sly stupid smile on his face. You weren’t even paying attention to him? He was far away, sure, but you hadn’t even looked his way. Maybe he should stand on the table again. 

“Fantastically. You’re no match for Mike and his spell casting abilities,” Dustin said proudly. 

“Or Dustin's deception. We’re starting at 6 right?” Mike questioned. 

“6:30. I have some…deals to make at 6. Open your ears small children, I already told you we were a bit later today.” Eddie snapped back into reality. He turned to Dustin, his tongue sticking through his teeth, eyebrows raised. “Understood?”

“Absolutely.” 

-

“Max’s mom just wanted me to double check that Max was alright while she works double shifts,” you told Nancy as she drove you up between Max and Eddie’s place. 

“Do you want me to stick around? I can drive you back. I told Jake to interview people at the game tonight.” “Nancy Wheeler taking a day off?”

“More like Nancy Wheeler needs to call her boyfriend,” she said, lips pursed. You laughed through your lips and shook your head. 

“Have fun with Jonathan. I’m staying with Max for dinner then I’ll have her mom drop me off at home,” you explained, opening up the door. “Thank you.” You slid out of the car and then turned around. “When I said have fun with Jonathan I meant not too much fun. The government listens to our phone calls, you know.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Get out.” You shut the door behind you, still smiling gently. She started to back away almost immediately. Nancy always had something she felt like she was running late for. You could always rely on her being the same in that regard.

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My #1 post of 2022

Eyes, Smiles and Touches

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader (some Robin Buckley x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.5k 

Warnings: some suggestive dialogue 

Author’s Note: before you all ask im not writing a part 2 because then i would have to chose one of them and i REFUSE (billy)

Summary: You’re really close friends with three of the guys from Hawkins High. Also Billy didn’t die in starcourt cause reasons 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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2,795 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

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[atomic-insomnia]

Find the Word Tag

thanks for the tag, @dotr-rose-love!

fly

The decision I’ve already made in my subconscious slowly takes over, and, gritting my teeth, I change course.

He stays quiet, head constantly spinning at the changes in scenery, as I fly us to an after-hours quiet street in the financial district.

As I touch down on the roof of a small office building, quiet and dark, he says, “Where are you…”

“You can find your own way home, right?”  I uncuff his hands, un-loop his arms.  “It should be pretty safe around here...And you of all people know how to get around the rooftops here, right?”

this is from a superhero/magical girl based story that I poke at occasionally.  I don’t plan on publishing it anywhere but I’m attached to the characters and some of the concepts so I keep going back to it even after I’ve “abandoned” it lol

suggest

Amelia’d work on her silkiest smile and smokiest voice, herding a gaggle of men with money to burn around her and letting them put out for drinks and lights for her cigarette, while she plucked any spare shiny bits they had in the chaos of the dance floor.  She’d find a sap with more pocket change than brains and cozy on up to him by the end of the night, suggest a room somewhere nearby, then turn the corner and slip out of his grip.

good old Beg, Borrow or Steal again

perfect

Privately Lydia weighed the future benefits of carrying a revolver; on the one hand, it might scare off the unwary even if they were armed too.  On the other, she might shoot someone, and if they didn’t have a Wanted Dead bounty on ‘em that was a waste of a perfectly good bullet.

this is the same group of characters as the superhero story except in a wild west au.  because nothing says “i plan to leave this story abandoned” like making a bunch of au’s for it...

book

"What do you want, Amelia?"  The stack of books clacked against the desk loud enough to echo down the quiet rows of book shelves as Matilda dropped them to the desk top surface.  "You don't care enough to talk to me for fun or just to get caught up.  What are you after?  What do you want your only living family to do for you, since you can't be bothered to even care about the rest of us?"

One thin drawn-on eyebrow raised, but Amelia didn't add in that she could hardly be put out to care for the people had never cared about her as anything but a sideshow attraction.  Their parents struggled to remember they had two actual whole children, and always seemed to act like one of them could've gotten a real dinner but both of them would just have to fight over it.

annnd Beg, Borrow or Steal again.  the girls are fighting, but the girls are always fighting, sooooo...

I’ll leave an open tag for whoever wants to do it!  Your words are (pick one or both) Morning/Mourning, Wear/Where, See/Sea, and Allowed/Aloud!

[murkycran]

Not to be another one of those “fandom/social media is wearing me out” posters but…tbh it kind of is.

I doubt anyone will see this anyways, so I’m not going to tag it with the specific fandoms or go into details, don’t have the energy for it, but yeah.

Basically I’ve just been seeing a LOT more bigotry (not so much here as other places, tumblr is good for blocking those tags) as well as rampant in-fandom hate (lol that’s definitely here as well as other places and a hell of a lot harder to block).

I’ve somewhat spoiled myself by sticking pretty firmly to my safe spaces and comfort zones. It’s something I thankfully learned how to do early on in my internet forays, as a wee child. Admittedly I stepped out of those comfort zones in the last month in search of more content/curiosity and it’s been…an experience.

That’s probably why some of this has been so jarring. May make me sound naive, but idc tbh. I’ve managed to curate my online experience so that 99.9% of the time I don’t see shit I don’t like, which isn’t something most people can say.

So suddenly seeing casual and open transphobia on my feed in a fandom where one pretty popular headcanon is that the mc is trans threw me for a fucking loop. Or getting blasted with people just relentlessly hating characters/the content creator/a fan creator. Just bizarre as hell that suddenly the barriers I thought I had in place aren’t working.

This probably wouldn’t be as much of a problem for me if I could get back into reading like I used to. My brain just is BUZZING all the damn time now and it’s so hard to focus…

[homingpigecns]

you ever stay up late reading a 150k fanfic before you realize. you forgot to read the most important words. the major character death tag that you glanced over before you read any other part of the fic.

whats up my name is jaila and my life is terrible

[kyojurokoibito]

"You Do Love Me...Right?"

Pairing(s): zenitsu agatsuma x tsundere!reader

Genre: angst->fluff

Synopsis: after countless rejections, zenitsu is ecstatic when you finally accepted his confession, even if you told him he had to wait in order to marry you. your're dating, but it doesn't really feel like it. you do love him...right?

Warning(s): crying zenitsu :( quick glimpse of soft!sanemi if you squint, not proof read 0_0

Kao's Notes: i know i have quite a few requests, and i haven't forgotten them! i just had this idea and i wanted to see how it'd go, but idk how i feel about it yet. i also wanted to write for someone other than rengoku for rn lol. also, this one feels kinda long to me, soooo grab a snack!

a certain level of patience is required when dating zenitsu

he's in need of constant reassurance, as his self-esteem isn't the highest by any means which we all know

you initially met each other at the spider forest incident

you're actually the tsuguko of sanemi, as you shared the same breathing technique, and he deemed you, "not a complete waste of time..."

but you felt it'd be beneficial to take on the art of medicine as well, so you could aid in both offense and defense. shinobu was more than happy to teach you, and you grew to be quite the medical asset

when giyuu and shinobu were called to the forest, kanao and yourself were called to accompany them to provide support

sanemi was inwardly hesitant to let you go, not liking the idea of his protige possibly facing a demon moon–even a lower one– this early in their slayer journey

he never did that admit it to you though, he just flopped a heavy hand onto your head and sent you on your way, muttering a gruff, "don't go dying on me to get out of training...you better come back."

later in your journey, giyuu and shinobu had gone ahead, leaving you and kanao to travel together. you didn't mind though, she didn't talk much and neither did you, so you didn't mind traveling with her. she could also hold her own

along the way, you two had split up, providing help to those in different sectors of the forest to cover more ground

after treating everyone in a portion of the forest, you moved on to another, where shinobu so happen to be, and she looked to you. "ah, good timing, y/n. would you mind finishing this boy's treatment," she stood and began on her way. "the poison's gotten awfully far. treat him quickly, will you. oh my!" she looked at zenitsu. "his face is very red! best you hurry, y/n!"

with that, shinobu sped off

wordlessly getting to work, you began to perform your quick treatment on the boy clad in yellow, bringing out a large roll of bandages from one of the many pouches you attached to your belt

"there," you continued wrapping the boy up, speaking in a monotonous yet gentle, voice. "you're going to be just fine, i can assure you."

he wanted to say much more, but in his increasingly weakening state, all zenitsu could utter was a quiet, "p-pretty..."

that definitely threw you for a loop, not that you'd let him see it. you just continued to wrap up his body, opting for a curt, "try not to talk too much...save your energy."

and that was your first encounter with the boy

after the whole incident with the master's decision to keep nezuko and her brother, tanjiro, as demon slayers, you continued your training with sanemi as usual

he was internally relieved to see your safe return, showing it with a swift smack on the head with a, "it's about time you got back," he turned on his heels, beckoning you to following him, which you did, gladly. "back to your training"

you'd been called upon to assist tanjiro with his training when you weren't too occupied with your own, alongside kanao. and you had to admit, being quite the challenge against the boy was rather entertaining

he returned day after day trying to best you in tag and hand-to-hand combat. but, your favorite was some cup of water game where you were granted the entertainment of throwing water in the boy's face if you managed to cover his hand before he could cover yours

and you beat him everytime

later, zenitsu and inosuke joined in the game-like training, and inosuke was rather good at the tag portion of it. he was eager to catch you, and he did, holding you above his head as he did so

zenitsu was a different kind of eager

he vividly remembered you from the forest, healing his wounds and treating the spreading poison from his body. you were breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes

and now, he has to catch you! actually hold you!

the game of tag was a walk in the park for him. you were quite the encouragement, in his opinion, as he was more than happy to chase after you and claim you as his prize

you, on the other hand, were dumbfounded

you weren't surprised inosuke was able to catch you. hell, you thought he'd run after anything that moved, but zenitsu's sudden devotion to you was odd

his eagerness to catch you threw you for a loop; you never had to run so fast in your life, but he still managed to reprimand you

but he didn't immediately slam you back on the ground *cough* like inosuke *cough* no, he handled you like you were the most precious thing in the world

then he went on about marriage, and that's when you pushed yourself off of him

and your relationship grew from there

he began by giving nezuko a heartfelt "break up" soliloquy, proclaiming "his heart has been captured by another." and the demon girl replied with a relieved "mmh"

zenitsu would constantly trail behind you, declaring his undying love for you, not allowing a day to go by without you hearing his marriage proposal

"why the hell would i marry you?" would always be your reply, and he'd falter a little but would always bounce back and try again the next time he saw you

as time passed, you grew inwardly fond of zenitsu, finding his unwavering admiration for you oddly adorable

he'd get water for you when he's sees you undergo a challenging training session with sanemi and gush endlessly about how strong you are

after a while, when zenitsu asked you to marry him, your responses would subtly changed

when he'd drop to his knee in front of you, loudly exclaiming "y/n! please, marry me!" your response changed to, "don't be stupid. we're way too young for that."

and zenitsu caught on to that! "so you're saying, in the future, when we're older, we will?!?!" you cleared your throat, rolling your eyes and walked away without providing him with a response

but he's persistent

later one night, when you're getting ready for bed, zenitsu gave you his final declaration of love for the day, asking for your hand in marriage

"zenitsu," you started in feigned annoyance, "marriage is for something years later. when we're absolutely. certain if you want us to get that far, we need to start from square one."

'us'...'we'...hang on

"AHHHHH!!! ARE YOU SAYING...Y-YOU WANNA BE WITH ME?!?!" zenitsu's yelling caused your ears to ring and you quickly shushed him, "shh, yes. now, shut up before you wake everyone up"

he's been (clingier) clingy since that night

zenitsu's love language is physical touch, and you're not too used to that just yet, so anytime he runs up to hug you, you react like you normally would

you'd push him off of you, only more gentle than usual so he wouldn't fall on the ground below

9 times out of 10, zenitsu's doesn't pay any to your tsundere tendencies and he hugs you again, as he knows you'll cave in eventually

but you never returned his hugs

and there's only so much he can take before he starts to question whether or not you actually love him

you just always seemed so...done with him

anytime he'd appear, greeting you with his usual enthusiastic hug and a kiss on the cheek, you'd hastily turn your head away, "w-warn me next time, sheesh." then you'd only reciprocate it with a flick to his forehead or something, but you wouldn't even look at him

zenitsu thought it'd eventually calm down once your relationship, if he could even call it that, grew but he's not so sure anymore

you might've bitten off more than you could chew this time. might've.

with the level of intensity that came along with sanemi's training, missions grew to feel much easier. since you shared the same breathing style as him, your forms became that much stronger. demons weren't going to stand a chance against you.

unbeknownst to sanemi, you've been working on creating an 11th form with the additional help of tomioka.

it's true, you've gotten stronger, but your current predicament confirmed the that you still have a way to go.

your bright green nichirin blade was lodged in between the sharp fangs of a demon, who you could tell was in close relations with kibutsuji based on their power.

you were pinned roughly on the ground, wincing at the many jagged rocks that pierced into your back as you struggled to free your leg from between the demon's. the muscles in your arms began to burn, the weight of the demon's body beginning to become unbearable.

once your leg was freed, you brought your knee back before fully extending it, delivering a painful kick to the demon's chest. after the demon went flying, you quickly regained control of your breathing.

you charged towards the demon, barely giving them any time to recover. before the demon could blink, you were behind them. a small 'thump' echoing in the small town as its head rolled against the concrete.

collapsing to your knees, you cursed beneath your breath as your injuries began to take effect, the adrenaline you felt during your battle wearing off. digging your blade into the dirt, you supported your weight into the hilt of the blade before pushing yourself up from the ground.

haganezuka-san would surely have your head on a platter is he witnessed you doing this to one of his precious blades, but if you hadn't, you would've continued laying in the blood-soaked dirt.

"caw! caw," you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden appearance of your faithful crow. "y/n, please make your way toward the wisteria house for recovery! shinobu's assistants will help you there!"

ignoring the loud mouth bird, you began to limp your way to the wisteria house.

"caw! caw! y/n, please make your way to–CaW!" the crow squawked, flying out of the way when you tiredly swatted at the bird in agitation.

"i heard you!"

the trek to the house felt incredibly long, your legs growing weaker with every step you took. thankfully, the nearest wisteria house wasn't too terribly far.

upon arrival, you were quick to find the nearest bath and rid yourself of the blood and dirt. wrapping the soft yukata the kind lady brought around your waist, you made your way back to your room.

sinking to your knees on the soft mat below, a soft sigh left your lips.

"zenitsu's probably worried..."

truth be told, you felt incredibly guilty.

you know zenitsu is trying his hardest to make you feel like a queen in your relationship. it nearly impossible not to see. from him serenading you with the most heartfelt monologue when you were to set off on a mission alone, to the enthusiastic praise he'd offer during training, you knew zenitsu loves you. and you love him too...

you just don't know if he knows.

relationships, being friendly or platonic, isn't your strong suit. the mere thought of becoming vulnerable with others, or putting any amount of trust in them, is terrifying.

"i love you," seemed like the most complicated phrase to say. and it was only three word! three! so why are they so hard to say?!

"nnn-channnn...."

the hell? you stopped and listened, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you. they weren't, by the way.

"y/nNnNNn-chAaAaAnAnnnnnn!"

oh zenitsu...

his footsteps and wailing grew louder as he came nearer. the door nearly slid off it's hinges at the amount of force he used to push it open.

"quit screaming," you began to scold. "others are trying to res–"

your back nearly collides with the floor as zenitsu wrapped his arms your neck, attacking you in a relief-filled hug. he wailing only increased in volume.

"y-y-your crow came back and said you were injured," you grimaced at the sound of him inhaling snot back into his nose, but let him hug you nonetheless along with a half hearted head pat. "i didn't know if you were coming back! w-w-who would protect me of you died?!"

"it's nothing to cry over, zenitsu." you gently pushed him off of you.

"w-why," he sniffles before wiping his nose on his sleeve. "why do you always do that..."

now you weren't stupid.

at some point in the relationship, you knew zenitsu would question you. you believe he is more perspective than he lets on, and you knew zenitsu noticed your lack of emotional response.

you just weren't prepared for the conversation, no matter how many times you rehearsed it in your head.

"...do what," you decided to play aloof for a while, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"that," zenitsu motioned to you. "you're just always so...emotionless all the time." you furrowed your eyebrows.

"i'm not emotionless," you subtly gripped the sleeve of your yukata. "i'm just not a sensitive person, like you."

"i know that," zenitsu's voice grew softer by the second. "but i have to wonder sometimes, y/n, you do love me...right?"

your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

although, you're not surprised either. the last thing you wanted was for zenitsu to question your love for him because, believe me, you loved him more than anything. but, with the conflicted look on his face, it was apparent that he wasn't aware of it.

you tried to show him your love in small gestures rather than words: your timid head pats, covering him with a blanket anytime he fell asleep in random places, and connection your pinkies together whenever you were assigned the same mission. you tried. you really did.

but it seems it wasn't enough.

"i see..." zenitsu took your shocked silence as an answer to his question before he picked himself up from the mat and made his way out the door.

you didn't move. you couldn't move. watching zenitsu walk out that door hurt you more than anything, and for the first time in years, your tears splashes against the wood floors below.

days after that, you were finally released from the wisteria house, and you could return to the demon slayer corps headquarters.

all you could think about was zenitsu on your way back.

you and crow would usually bicker back and forth, making the time fly much quicker. but the trip was filled with melancholy silence, as you were in no mood to talk with your spunky crow today.

luckily for you, sanemi kept you busy with training once you returned. saying something along the lines of "you've had enough time off; now hurry up and follow me to the training grounds." which you knew was a direct translation for "i never want to come that close to losing you again." that's why, you believe, you and sanemi got along so well.

you both show your true feelings through small gestures and underling messages. and you immediately picked up on it, both of you.

while sanemi kept you busy, zenitsu moped about. his newfound sadness hit tanjiro's nose like a ton of bricks, and he couldn't be more worried.

and it wasn't just from zenitsu. anytime tanjiro walked past the training grounds, where you and sanemi reside, the same sad smell entered his nose. while you were occupied and training well, you were sad too.

on the outside, it appeared you had your same stone cold expression. but on the inside, you were despondent. all you could think about was zenitsu.

"you're done for today." sanemi's gruff voice cut through the air. he sheathed his sword as he watched you pant heavily from your recent sparring loss. "i'm not gonna waste my time if your head's not in it. go figure your shit out."

without giving you a chance to retaliate, sanemi walked away from you, tossing you a towel before completely making his leave.

"y/n-chan," you were in the middle of wiping the sweat off your face when someone called your name. peaking from the cloth, you gave a nod.

"hello, tanjiro." you were considerably close with each other. tanjiro was arguably the most kind-hearted soul you've met, and he read your emotions remarkably well. and it wasn't uncommon for him to help you with them as well.

"how're you," he placed his hands behind his back, looking at you expectedly. you rolled your eyes.

"you want something," you dropped the towel around your shoulders. "what is it?"

the boy sweat dropped and scratched behind his head, "o-oh you caught that, huh? hehe..." you lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to get to the point. "well, it's...is everything okay? with you and zenitsu, i mean?"

the same sad smell hit his nose again; he got his answer.

"...n-no. it's not okay," a frown tugged at your lips, your eyes casting towards the ground. "i messed everything up, tanjiro."

tanjiro frowned at the crack in your voice; he'd never witnessed your expression change, and the fact that the first one he witnessed was sadness didn't sit well with him.

"what happened?"

"my stupid emotions," you gripped the towel, "or lack thereof. z-zenitsu doesn't think i love him, tanjiro..." tanjiro furrowed his brows.

"why not," tanjiro scratched his chin with his index finger. "i can easily tell you love him? why can't he?"

"i'm just...terrible at saying it; i've never been able to. i tried showing him, i did, b-but i guess it wasn't enough."

"y/n–"

"no, i-it's fine. this is my fault, anyways." you spun on your heels, heading towards the nearest bathhouse. "i'll see you around, tanjiro."

the young slayer was about to follow you, but he figured it'd be best to leave you be. emotions leave room for vulnerability, something he knew you weren't too keen on, so left you to gather your thoughts.

instead, he had to go talk some sense into someone else.

it didn't take long for tanjiro to find zenitsu; all he had to do was follow the depressing smell. and there he was, curled up in his room.

"zenitsu..." said boy flinched at the sudden voice.

"o-oh tanjiro," zenitsu slowly sat up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "what're you doing here?"

"well," tanjiro scratched the nape of his neck. this was a touchy subject, and he was feeling nervous about bringing it up. "i talked to y/n earlier, and–"

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

zenitsu's wailing caused tanjiro to flinch; he gulped at the yellow boy's sudden burst of tears.

"tanjiroooo," zenitsu nearly knocked the poor boy over as he went to hug him. dramatically sliding down, zenitsu dropped to his knees and continued to sob into tanjiro's stomach. "why doesn't she love me, tanjiro?! i-i was right all along! i-i-i'm just gonna DIE ALONE!"

"z-zenitsu," tanjiro frantically strarted. "please calm down. "

"CALM DOWN?!" zenitsu screamed. "i find out the woman i love doesn't love me, and you tElL mE tOo CALM DOWN?!"

"zenitsu–"

"i didn't know you were so heartless, tanjiro! HOW COULD YOU?!?!"

"z-zenitsu, please just–"

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

tanjiro gulped as zenitsu continued to wail loudly into his shirt, and he finally pushed zenitsu so he could look at him, grimacing as a string of snot connected from his shirt to zenitsu's nose.

"ZENITSU!"

he sniffed, "w-what?"

"she does love you."

"n-no she doesn't," zenitsu admitted in defeat. "i asked her, a-and she didn't answer me, so..." his voice grew increasingly weaker, and tanjiro sighed.

"i know she loves you zenitsu, but–"

"i-if she loves me," zenitsu cut him off. "why hasn't she told me..." he asked in defeat, and tanjiro relaxed his shoulders.

"i-it's just...not easy for her to say, but zenitsu, haven't you noticed her show her love in other ways..." tanjiro asked in a knowing tone.

"w-what," zenitsu paused to sniffle. "whaddya mean?"

"just think back for a moment, zenitsu."

zenitsu furrowed his eyebrows, thinking back.

----

"y/nnnn," zenitsu cried out in fear. "i-it's so dark out here!" you sighed.

"well, yes zenitsu, demons can only come out during the night," you responded sarcastically, pushing forward through the woods. "so, why wouldn't it be dark out?"

"y/n!" zenitsu scurried to catch up with you, as he somehow fell behind. "please don't leave me! i wouldn't last a minute out here alone!"

"c'mon," you interlocked your pinkies together, causing zenitsu's panicking to cease. "just stay close 'nitsu," your voice grew soft, eyes softening every so slightly as you kept them locked on the terrain ahead. "everything's okay."

zenitsu didn't say anything, only looking at your connected pinkies as his cheeks and the tips of his ears dusted pink, trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy.

----

zenitsu slowly stood from his kneeling position, as his mind reminded him of, yet another, declaration of love from you.

----

returning from a rather tiring mission, zenitsu couldn't wait to collapse on his comfortable bed. he'd never taken a bath so quickly in his life.

after changing from his uniform to a comfortable kimono, zenitsu collapsed into his bed. the soft mattress has never felt so comfortable.

just as he was about to doze off, zenitsu heads his door close. he didn't bother opening his eyes to see who it was, he was far too tired for that, so he remained still listening to the soft padding if feet approach him.

feeling his hair get pushed back from his forehead, zenitsu's heart nearly pounded out of his chest when he heard you.

"i'm glad you made it back, zenny," you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "rest well."

gently pulling the blanket over his shoulders, you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair. after you finished tucking him in, you quietly made your leave, carefully closing the door behind you.

zenitsu's eyes shot open, any ounce of sleep leaving him. he couldn't wipe the giddy smile off his face that night.

----

gripping his hair, zenitsu let out a panicked wail.

"AHHHHHHH!!! WHAT DID I DO?!?!"

"calm down," tanjiro spoke out. "this can be fixed. just go talk to her, and i'm sure everything will work out," tanjiro placed a soft hand on his friend's shoulder with a reassuring smile.

he didn't have tell him twice.

before tanjiro could even blink, zenitsu was out of the door and on his way to find you.

you just finished your bath after sanemi's training, and are currently seeking refuge in your own room.

"nnnNNn-chAaAaAnAAAAANNNN!!!"

your door nearly flew off it's hinges at the force zenitsu used to open it.

"zenitsu? what's wro–oof!"

arms wrapped around your waist, knocking you to the ground in a bone crushing hug.

"please forgive me, y/n-chan," he buried his face into your chest, immediately flustering you.

"i-i don't even know what you're talking," you tried nudging him off of you, but that only caused his grip to tighten.

"i doubted your love for me! i promise it'll never happen again!"

"zenitsu...you were right to question me..." your eyes cast down to the floor in a guilty manner. "i-i've never been able to say it, so i see why you'd have your doubts," zenitsu lifted his face out of your chest, resting his chin on it as he looked up at you.

"but i promise you," you finally looked up at him, and his heart nearly melted at the nervous smile you gave. "i...i really do love, zenitsu."

...

your smile fell; zenitsu didn't say a word, only stared at you. did you wait too long to say it? was it not convincing? because you do mean it.

"zenitsu, a-are–"

he tackled you to the floor again, this time, rubbing his cheek against yours before peppering it with vigorous kisses.

"hahaha," he laughed, feeling giddy. "you loveeee meee!"

you deadpanned, and playfully rolled your eyes with a scoff. well, at least he feels better now.

~3 hours later~

"y/nnnnnnn" not again.

you huffed as zenitsu cooed your name for the millionth time, "what."

"do you love meeee," he asked in a whiny/teasing tone, drawing patterns on your cheek as he did so.

"yes," you rolled your eyes. "for the millionth time," you mumbled to yourself.

zenitsu was back to his giddy, lovestruck self and began nuzzling into your side. you gave an exhausted sigh.

'this is why i didn't say it.'

[ilyasorokinn]

#24 hugs, #23 physical affection, and general dialogue #46- mutual pining, everyone else knows reader and dobby love each other except for them, maybe reader is meeting up with them at the bar after a game and they have a grand hug upon arrival and everyone is like 👀 “can y’all just kiss already”

BESTIES

tagging @2manytabsopen because we were literally talking about sonny yesterday and how much we loved him lol

24. "hugging with a height-difference" (from this prompt list) 23. "a hug that some might consider as ~to long~" (from this prompt list) 46. "are they really 'just a friend'?" (from this prompt list, general)

noah and you were definitely something. what? neither of you knew. you knew you were friends, but you also hung out so much that strangers on the street often complimented you on how cute you were together.

when that happened, you would smile awkwardly and thank them before walking away and laughing together, because you weren’t dating.

you walked into the bar, arm looped through your friend’s. you quickly found the table where the rest of your friend group had occupied.

you made your way over, greeting each of them. noah rose from his seat and waited his turn to be hugged.

he towered over you as he wrapped his arms around you, “don’t go away again.”

“i was gone for 2 days, noah. we’ve spent more time away from each other than that.” you laughed, hugging him back.

“too long.” he muttered again, hugging you a few moments longer. your friends all shared a look as you hugged.

“i’m gonna get a drink.” you announced.

“i’ll come with you.” you friend smiled, linking arms with you once again as you headed off to the bar.

once you were far enough away, your friends who were still at the table quickly crowded around him.

“you guys really aren’t dating?”

“just friends?”

"are they really 'just a friend'?"

questions were flying at him left and right, “guys, we really are just friends. is it so hard to believe that a guy and a girl can be just friends?”

all three friends shared a look, “yes.”

he rolled his eyes, “we’ll, we are, so you believe it.”

you came back, drinks in hand with the friend who tagged along, “so, what’d we miss?“

“oh, nothing.” they all responded.

all their questions did get the wheels inside noah’s head spinning. for a good part of the night, he was stuck in his own world, rethinking your entire relationship.

“noah, you okay?” you asked.

"yeah, all good." he nodded.

"all right." you nodded, completely unconvinced.

you pushed it to the back of your mind until it was time to leave. noah was the soberest, so he was the person who ended up making sure everyone got home safe whether by ride-share or someone picking them up.

"you have a ride?" noah asked.

"i was hoping you could give me a ride home." you smiled.

"of course." he smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walked towards hi car.

"you sure you're okay, dobby?" you asked.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

"you just seemed a little out of it tonight."

"i'm fine, really."

"no, something's wrong. tell me." you pushed.

"it's nothing." he insisted.

you raised a brow, halting in your movements and crossing your arms, "okay, fine, there's something going on, but it's nothing."

"come on, noah. you're my bestie. we tell each other everything."

"your bestie?" he laughed.

"yeah." you nodded, "tell me."

"i-" he took a breath, avoiding eye contact which only concerned you more, "i like you."

"well, i would hope." you smiled.

"no, i like-like you. like, as more than a friend," he explained.

"you do?"

"i do." he winced, waiting with bated breath for your reaction.

"well, you're in luck, because i feel the exact same way." his eyes widened as he took in your words.

"you do?"

"i do." you nodded.

"this is not how this situation played out in my head," he muttered.

you laughed, "well, i think this is better than whatever situation you created in your mind."

"much better." he hummed, wrapping his arms around you in a big hug.

taylor's night of neglect!