#really if you have any super common triggers please don't read this

[prettyboykatsuki]

on deaths door | s. gojo

✮ tags ; dark content ahead, afab + gender neutral reader, dark comedy / black comedy, attempts of suicide, the use of the word rapist in text, mentions of self-harm scars, penetration, intense but not rough, gojo is doting, no curses au, ceo!gojo 18+

note: this fic is mostly intended to be a dark comedy and have an unserious nature. it is very absurdist and it makes light of both suicide and assault. please proceed carefully if you find this might be triggering to you.

PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU PROCEED.

✮ wc ; 2.6k

✮ a/n ; i actually really really enjoyed writing this and would love to expand on it potentially. KJSDFJSKD.

reader has been through a lot so they are super nonchalant about everything just as a precaution

"Uwah," A voice startles you from your place on the roof. You gasp, amidst tears and sobs from shock. "Are you about to kill yourself?"

You whip your head around to see who could be beside you at this hour. It's a deliberately obscure location, too so it's extra weird. You were hoping to die in peace in a place where it'd be hard to find you, after all.

But there's a strange man interrupting your plans. Very strange. He's speaking Japanese rather clearly but his hair is a shock of white and his eyes are blues as saphhires. Despite the situation, his voice is light and cheerful - almost amused.

You can't tell if he's just a figment of your imagination. He's so unusual it stuns you out of your tears. You can't find your voice to respond for a moment.

"Yes," You reply, unsure of what else to say. He smiles at you.

"Hm." He looks contemplative. "Well... if you don't want it, can I have it?"

You stare on, confused.

He grins. "Your life, I mean. Can I buy it off you?"

Starting to wonder if you've already died, you stretch your hands up to wipe the tears off of your face just to see if any of it is real. The touch makes it gasp. You're definitely still alive. So, that means this strange man is also real and asking to buy your life.

"What?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not a cheapskate or anything, the price will be fair." He walks closer to you from where you've been standing all this time. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, picking you up and setting you down further away from the ledge with a harsh yank.

Like a kitten whose mother is dragging it by the nape, you fumble onto the rooftop concrete. As soon as you're moved, you drop down to your knees - unable to find anymore strength.

"Are you... trying to traffick me?" Your voice is coarse in your reply as you stare up. It's a genuine question. You aren't sure what else to call this. The strange, unusual man just laughs in your face.

"Mm, well - not really. Though, if you say yes I'll make good use of you in all ways." The last part makes your skin crawl a little. "You were weeping so pitifully when I came up here... super pathetic. I just thought it'd be a waste if you died since I got to see something interesting."

There's something really wrong with this guy, you think. But this is such a common thing in your life, you aren't sure how shocked you should be.

There's also something equally wrong with you, because you're so fucked up - you're considering it. If he paid you enough to cover all of your debts, you could cut ties with all the bullshit your fathers debt has put you through. You could run away. Not there's anywhere for you, even after that. But at least you'd be unshackled from what makes you most miserable.

You don't want your life, but if this guy wants it so bad then...

"...How much will you pay me?"

His eyes light up when you ask this and it unsettles you further. "As much as you want. And you'd have to live with me at my beck and call."

"Like a pet." You reply easily.

Instead of denying it, he snaps his fingers and grins. "Exactly! Or maybe more like a plush toy that I take every where?"

Either way, you're not any kind of human. You're barely human now though with how much you work, so you aren't sure it makes a difference. You stare at him. And he looks back at you with a smile - all pearly white pristine teeth.

Who cares anymore, anyway? Even if he were to mistreat you, you're not sure you'd even feel it. It's all numb. He can have your life if it means you can escape what you're running from.

He looks rich, so maybe.

"Don't worry," He hums, and he reaches over to pat your head while your face is covered in tears. You don't flinch for some reason. "I don't like breaking things I've bought unnecessarily."

Something is wrong with you. Your self preservation is in total fucking tatters. But still, you want to say so you do. Maybe it's the absurdity, or the fact you truly don't have anything to lose. Nothing could make your misfortune any worse.

You sniffle and shake your head. He's dangerous and weird, but at least you could pay off your debts.

"Okay," You say weakly.

His smile gets impossibly wide.

You're wonder if you'll regret your decision.

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He's filthy rich.

You should've expected that. You did, kinda. Because only rich people would think to do or ask something so absurd like ask to buy another persons life. Still, he had a driver waiting for him downstairs and his car is definitely a sports care. A McLaren, you think. One of the places you catered for ages ago was full of rich people with flashy cars and you remembered some of them.

He sits with you uncomfortably close in the back seat but doesn't speak to you at all during the ride. Not until you arrive at the destination, which is a giant building where the strange man certainly lives.

The driver (named Ichiji) calls the strange man Gojo-sama, which makes you feel extremely on edge. They whisper about something when you're out of ear shot, and Ichiji gives you a sorrowful look that you can't place.

The name Gojo is familiar to you, but you aren't sure where you've heard it.

After taking a long elevator ride to one of the upper floors, you end up in the strange mans condo. When you get there, he tells you take off your shoes and gives you nice slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says, still frivolous and speaking to you in what feels like a foreign tongue. "And also yours. I'll set you up in the guest room later, but you'll be keeping my bed warm mostly so keep that in mind."

The size of the place is absurd and so is the decor. What have you gotten yourself into? You must've gone insane. You're too afraid to touch anything.

"Am I like... a sex slave?" You ask curiously.

He frowns at you. "You make me sound like some kind of rapist. I guess now that I own you....it might make me one... but you agreed to come here so don't be like that!!" He huffs, childishly.

His response is somewhat incomprehensible to you. He's stranger by the minute and completely tactless - but for some reason, it's hard to distrust him. He doesn't raise any immediate red flags aside from being unusual.

You almost want to say it wouldn't matter if he was, as long as he pays you but decide not too.

"Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off?" You reply, nonchalant. He stares at you.

"...I know your heads pretty fucked up, but don't you think you're being too blase about all this?"

Your brow furrows. A weird response for a guy who willingly understands this is a less than ethical situation "Would... you prefer I struggle and refuse you? Is that your fetish?"

"No! Well..." You look at him flatly as he thinks on it, almost blushing at the thought. You make a face of disgust "Not in this case, alright! It's just too pitiful and I'm not that type really.... Be more cautious."

"But you were planning to fuck me from the start, right? Or something."

He nods. "Well, yes. As a way to earn your living and for me get my urges out whenever. Finding people to have sex with is a hassle."

You shrug.

"Right. I can cook and clean too. I've done pretty much every job you can think of it,"

He waves a hand at you. "We can discuss it later." He puts a hand in his necktie and pulls on with a small smile. "Right now, I want to test out my new toy so..."

You should feel more disgusted by how he refers to you, but you don't have it in yourself.

"Can I shower first?"

He looks surprised but nods. "Uh-huh. Just wear one of my shirts when you come out. Everything else is in the bathroom. It's upstairs, first door on your left."

You stand to your feet, nodding.

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It takes you ten minutes to figure out how the shower works.

His shower is nice. The whole place is nice. Nicer than any shithole you've ever lived in. He has a lot of nice bath products, though you aren't sure how you feel about smelling like him since you're borrowing his.

You examine your body a bit in the shower, looking at old scars as you wash and rub yourself clean. Thankfully, you gave yourself a trim downstairs not long ago.

It's embarrassing in retrospect but you've not had much of a choice in the first place. You're sensitive, unsure of the last time you've touched yourself given how much you work. You think of your job and feel guilty for how you're going to miss it. But you recall that you were preparing to die not even two hours ago and feel less bad.

You whimper a little as you finger yourself open under the water - getting wet easier than you thought. You have to lean against the wall, but with enough coaxing you get three fingers in. You're still horny when you shut the water off and step out.

You dry yourself and put on lotion - staring in the mirror. As told you borrow one of his shirts, but it's too big on you and you can see your nipples too clearly which makes you embarrassed.

You reason you're about to go fuck a stranger anyway, and decide to step out right after.

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You decide against wearing underwear since his shirt fits on you like a dress, but regret when you come back down stairs feeling aware of the breeze on your went cunt.

He's sitting on the couch with his legs spread, dress shirt unbuttoned but still in his clothes. He hears you before he sees you, eyes widening. You suddenly get self-conscious under the weight of his stare.

"Better than I thought," Is his only assessment. Your skin grows hot.

He beckons you over to him and you go, unsure of what to do until he pulls you into his lap. Forcing you to straddle him, he wastes no time in feeling you up. His hands at your waist and chest. His face lights up in pure amusement when he sees you bare underneath.

He stares at your pussy for a long time.

"It's good," He hums, his hands brushing against it. Your nipples pebble in response to the arousal, a pathetic moan leaving your lips that makes him laugh. "Pretty."

You don't have anything to say to that so you keep quiet. Gojo slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt to asses your wetness, surprised surely by how wet it is. Without warning, he plunges a finger in. He looks up at your face, your hand covering your mouth so you don't moan.

"So wet," His voice can't contain his amusement. "What's this?"

"I was," You shiver half-way through as he plunges in another finger and it goes in smoothly. "I p-prepared in the shower and masturbated. I thought you'd just want to stick it in and I didn't want it to hurt.

"Haah," His voice is sharp, suddenly breathy. Something hard and big presses up against your leg. "You're talented in seducing me. I'm not so ungentlemanly, but I'll let it go this time, alright?"

You nod. He uses a sticky hand to unbutton his slacks and push his boxers away. You gasp at the size of his cock. You're not a virgin exactly, but you haven't had sex with anyone this big ever. He chuckles a little, pressing the head of his cock against your stomach and cunt as if measuring it up to you.

More wetness pulses, shame filling you - because you're almost excited to be fucking this strange man you've only met today. Weirdly, you don't feel unsafe around him. Your eyes glass over from lust.

He sticks his fingers in your mouth and you suck automatically, instinctively. His smile is predatory all of a sudden, teeth glimmering.

"So obedient," He says, sharply. "Ah, I have a good eye. It really would've been such a waste."

You're content to throw yourself at him, chasing the pleasure. His fingers taste of salt and skin, making you want something else entirely. It's not long before he pulls away though, wrapping his hand around his shaft and making it shiny. You blink down at where he fists his cock - your spine tingling at the sight.

"Look at you," He mutters, amused. "Do you always get this excited? Is it normal for you to fuck strange men or am I special?"

You shake your head. "It's only been two people."

"Then I am special," He replies. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing against your hole - fluttering. "We have good compatibility."

Before you can say a word, you feel his length push inside of you in one swift motion and gasp. It's so big, so impossibly big - and even with how much you stretched, there's a touch of resistance that's making your entire lower half feel like it's jelly. Almost numb from the sensation. Buzzing from adrenaline and want.

You feel full. In your stomach, in your chest - your whole body feel complete. When you manage to open your eyes, you look at Gojo and find yourself taken aback. His hair is pushed back from his hand and he looks... different. He's handsome now that you realize. His face looks...pleased.

You talk before you can think about it.

"Do I feel good?"

He laughs sweetly, before pressing a kiss to your temple that feels to affectionate for people who barely know each other.

"Uh-huh," He says. His hands are strong, tight on your ass as he bucks up into you - causing you to collapse forward. The pleasure makes you shake, sensitivity through the roof. "Feel so good. Hahaha, how lucky."

You cling onto Gojo's shoulder and bury your face into his neck. He doesn't stop you. A large hand comes around the back of your head - the other one at your hips as he thrusts up into you with alarming force and precision. He feels so good it's a little scary, and you can't keep the noises from slipping out. You moan and whine each time the tip rubs against you inside, soft walls barely able to accommodate the size.

Your body feels hot everywhere he touches. It's been so long and Gojo is so careful but so intense. His expensive dress shirt rubs up against your nipples each time he moves. It's so good, so good - makes you want to cry.

"You're so sensitive." He laughs against your shoulder. "Gripping so tight every time I move. Do you want to cum so bad?"

"Yes," The words are a sob. Just a little more.

"Uh-huh. Tell me where to touch you. How should I make you cum."

You're too shamelessly pent up to feel shy anymore. "Touch my c-clit, please, please."

"Got it, got it - don't cry."

Gojo listens to you well. Thick fingers and an angled hand find your clit with ease as he bounces you on his cock with no regard. Your eyes roll back instantly, immediately - as an orgasm washes over your entire body. Back arching, you cum hard around the base of his cock - but Gojo just keeps fucking you through it. He doesn't stop even when you come down, only moves you both so you're laying on the couch on your back.

He kisses you then, and you meet his mouth with sloppy tears running down your face from the pleasure.

"Let's see what your stamina is like, yeah? See if you can keep up with me."

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He fucks you unconscious.

Essentially. Though you take with enthusiasm even during your exhaustion because the sex is phenomenal - you have no idea when you stop.

You wake up in a bed, and you wake up completely clean. You don't know whose bed, but there's a large figure besides you. Half-asleep and fully exhausted, you feel shy thinking about the fact he probably bathed and dressed you while you were out.

What a strange man, you think - to do that.

He's talking to someone on the phone. You don't really make out much of the words, though you do hear your name in bits and pieces.

"...A college student.......- young then -...... open a bank account for.... - debt...- pay it all off before it becomes annoying.... look into -."

You shift under your blankets half asleep. A hand comes up on top of your head on the pillow, pushing hair from your face.

"Did I wake you?" His expression is hard to read in the dark with your eyes barely open. "Sorry. Almost done. Go back to sleep."

So you do, because you can't find strength to do much else.

The bed is warm, but your sure the heat you feel is from the strong, gentle head petting your head as you rest.

[gldrushsblog]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Aurora assumes a pounding headache and overbearing anxiety were the worst she could experience after witnessing a murder. The gun-wielding stranger from last night is here to prove otherwise.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, guilt, and anxiety.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: oc is STRUGGLING, also she likes cereals

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: I'm sorry if you feel like the chapters are too short, but the word limit is gonna be somewhere around this for like 8 chapters or something. But I promise things are still gonna happen 😅 thank you for reading 💕💕

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie... (Please do let me know if any of you want to be added too.)

CHAPTER 2: AURORA

Pain.

A dull throb.

Was the first thing aurora registered in the back of her head as she started to gain consciousness.

another thing she registered was the familiar softness of her mattress under her weight and warmth of her sheets enveloping her whole. Not her body bound by chains in a dark room. To say it was surprising would be an understatement.

She blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand, and pushed herself upright with a soft hiss. The throbbing behind her skull reminded her of how she’d ridiculously passed out , probably hitting her head on the way down.

Even if she had her consciousness back, her mind was a mess of a haze, trying to grasp at the incidents that happened the night before. Was it even real? Was her mind playing tricks on her?

If it was, it was one hell of a gruesome trick.

But she knew it wasn't even if she tried to convince herself otherwise. The scene played again in her head—the man bleeding out on the floor of her bakery, the lifeless thud as his body collapsed, and those cold, empty eyes of the man who’d pulled the trigger.

How the did she even get back here? How the hell did she get back alive and not become the second dead body lying down there at the floor of her bakery?

The image made the nausea bubble up again. With that, many others feelings also rose up. She always felt a little too much- that was her curse.

Yet before she could go back to dissecting each one of them throughly, her phone rang on the bedside table. Didn't- did'nt she leave her phone there too?

But the more horrifying information would be that there are 29 missed calls from Lia with another one incoming right now. She was probably at the bakery right now.

Picking up the phone, the gasp that left her mouth after reading the time couldn't be helped. 12:00 am. Maybe her impending death was for her blonde haired friend's to have.

Taking a deep breath, she answered the phone, the sound of her best friend exhaling heavily following right after. The calm before the storm.

"Aurora Beckett." There it was. She only called her by her full name when she was mad. Pissed, even.

"H-Hi, Lia." She greeted, mustering the best imitation of her chirpy voice when she was not on the verge of throwing up after the memories of a murder she witnessed stayed fresh in her mind.

"Don't 'hi, lia' me after ghosting my worried ass. Where were you? Is everything okay? You didn't even text me last night to inform that you've got home?" She started going on and on like the mother figure she had grown to be, and Aurora almost spilled like the dead guy's brains did last night.

Speaking of that- "I-I am. I'm super fine like really. Just had a little migraine last night and slept in a little longer than usual." She spoke in the most convincing tone she could and hoped she'd believe since migraines were pretty common with her.

"Are you at the bakery right now?" Aurora spoke again before Lia could bombard her with questions she didn't want to answer right now. "Yes, I am. And don't you go on changing the topic. I keep telling you not to overwork yourself, and God forbid you ever listen." Lia wasn't the talkative one yet when she got all mama bear mode, she would go against her usual nature.

"I'm fine, Lia. Please stop exploiting your blood pressure." She sighed in response before speaking again, in a much quieter tone. "E-Everything's okay at the bakery, right?"

There was a silence for a moment from her side, and yet Aurora could still hear the clear confusion.

"Why wouldn't it be? And look at you worrying for four walls of bricks rather than yourself? Rory, you worry me."

Aurora chose to focus on the former. Everything was fine. No blood to clean. No dead bodies to report. Right. Like hell didn't itself dominate the space and kill a man in its way last night.

"Everything worries you, Lia." She replied as a matter of fact. The statement being reason enough for her best friend to be the last person she should be sharing the occurrence of last night.

"Also, do you mind if I take this day off? I could use some more rest." Going to the place where she witnessed a murder happening was not the ideal thing to do. That much she was aware of.

"Finally a sensible decision. Of course you're gonna stay home and I'll be bringing you dinner sometime later. That is not up for any negotiation."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare." She huffed out before her voice grew quieter again or rather softer. "Thank you, Lee. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

"You will. Bye, rory. Take care, okay?" With that, Aurora was again left with the silence of her troubling thoughts.

They didn't leave her side when she got up from bed and walked to the shower to let water drain the tightness of her muscles. They didn't leave when she ate her favorite brand of cereals in brunch, trying to pretend everything was normal. But nothing was. 

How could it be? How could she? Go on with her life, engage herself in mundane tasks like nothing ever happened?

The guilt was weighting down on her, but so was the fear that a certain something or someone was now out there for her after she made herself the sole witness of such heinous crime.

Yet the former won. Of course, she was certain that doom was on its way. But not if she goes to the police first.

She would tell them all that happened, tell them the way the devil with no mercy and his shadows backing him up snatched a life out of an innocent being, how they promised something similar to her. She would.

Crossing over the short space of her living room, she got inside her room to get changed. she tried to convince herself that she was ready to face the world and do something good. Something right.

It didn't take long before she stepped out of her room in one of her overly floral dresses with a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders for the autumn wind. She liked to take her time in the shower, but that also birthed a lot of unnecessary thoughts. A thing she wasn't mentally prepared for right now.

And neither was she for the sight in front of her.

"Going somewhere, baker girl?"

The devil from her darkest nightmare has now escaped her head and was sparwled out on the couch-her couch.

To be continued..

┈➤Previous chapter.

[tree-obsession]

2.2 SPOILERS!! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

this is a small lore discussion! mostly speculation and theories- i have not seen leaks about 2.3 plot yet, but i have seen a couple about boothill's character stories, so please keep that in mind!

trigger for mentions of suicide(aventurine) and mega corps(the ipc)

we have to talk about the ending cutscene with aventurine and boothill more! i'll start with my fav parts that no one really has brought up yet:

Aventurine intimidating Boothill after mentioning the guards are out- Boothill sounded so offput and hasty while reassuring him they were just knocked out, and we have to talk about aventurine himself just being intimidating more honestly his glare actually did kind of scare me.

Boothill pointing a gun at aventurine was. well. i'm sorry i did actually laugh at that. boothill i think you should research your targets a bit more honestly that guy is NOT afraid of guns. he fully walked into the nihility and pointed at least one gun at himself, and just got out of his own meticulously-planned suicide. threats of death won't work, sorry. also he has good reason to hate oswaldo schneider as well- threats didn't even have to be used, probably! he would kill him too, probably(revenge arc go go go!!)

the convo between aven and jade was. yeah. why he's betting his life again, i don't know (maybe sarcasm? or it was really just banter?) but it does seem like the two of them aren't super close at all, at least from what little i could gather. also if diamond hurts aventurine the entire fandom will kick his ass, emanator or no, so he better be prepared for that too lol. also, it was a pretty common theory aventurine would leave the ipc after exiting nihility, since acheron presumably broke his ties- i wonder why he went back? perhaps he had no plans as to where to go, or he has some ulterior motive?

how did he get out of nihility so unscathed? (for context, i haven't gotten aven's text messages yet, but i'm aware of some of their contents since they've been floating around w/out spoiler tags. the messages are mentioned a bit here if you wanna avoid spoilering!) i know argenti got him out, but 1) why was argenti there, or where did he even find him? and 2) that seems so random- both argenti and jade confirmed it, but plot-wise what's even the point of argenti pulling him out? also argenti said he was in a "woeful state" when he got out, and apparently the stonehearts are willing to give aven a break (which i'm assuming is major, since stonehearts are super important and have a lot of responsibility, plus he just destroyed a cornerstone) so him already being back on his feet when we see the phone call is a bit weird right away. he doesn't even sound sick, and ratio or any other doctor is nowhere in sight! (message spoilers start here) i'm aware the aventurine cornerstone was fully shattered/destroyed while protecting him from nihility- was he really in there for who-knows-how-long without any protection at all? he's apparently having nightmares and the ipc needed to call in a doctor of chaos to treat him, which is concerning considering his mental health and general will to live were extremely low even before walking into the nihility. like he genuinely has some of the worst will to live i've ever seen in a character or human being- walking through the nihility should have utterly destroyed him mentally and physically, but it didn't. 2.3 HAS to give us a whole lotta context, especially with nihility lore (my favorite aeon, i may be biased) and more about the ipc!

anyway, thank you for reading this poorly formatted, stream-of-consciousness word vomit about 2.2's aventurine lore. hope you liked it! drop ur thoughts in replies and reblogs plz they give me life(although i will be very busy next few weeks, so please don't be offended if you want a reply and don't get it, im so sorry!)

2.2 was peak- a bit slow, but the story was some of the best, if not the best stuff hoyo has given us in terms of writing quality. so great! i cried for sure, and that boss battle was just everything- especially the music. robin my lesbian queen if i didn't have to pull for firefly i would get your lightcone for sure...

see you all next time! thx for sticking around (:

[makeste]

do you perhap have bakugou whump fic recs?

I have many such recs! not all of them are "whump" in the purest sense of the word, but they've got angst and hurt/comfort in abundance, so yeah.

I also have an older rec post from like five years ago which has quite a few Bakugou whump fics as well, so I'll link that here.

and here are like 16 new ones lol.

some quick notes:

I'm just including links and summaries here, so please make sure to check the tags for each fic if you have certain squicks or triggers you're trying to avoid!

please be aware that I am not very nitpicky about grammar and style and spelling and the like, so long as I'm feeling the characterization and general vibes. so while I can't promise that all of these fics will read like Nobel Prize-winning lit, I can say that I personally enjoyed each one enough to go back and reread more than once.

although it tends to be one of the most common tropes in Bakugou angst fics, I do not vibe with the "abusive Mitsuki" angle, so you won't find any of that in the works below. same goes for Midnight-bashing (which is also surprisingly common).

I also did not include any fics with sad endings just because I didn't feel like depressing myself today lol.

I don't think there are manga spoilers in any of these fics except one (which I noted and marked with an asterisk), but definitely check the tags just to be safe.

lastly, though I'm by no means a prude when it comes to fanfic, all of these particular fics are SFW, just FYI.

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gen Bakuwhump:

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It's Already Tomorrow on the Other Side of the World by Nicole_Silverwolf

In the absolute immediate aftermath of his rescue at Kamino, Bakugou just wants to sleep. If he sleeps then this nightmare will be over. Except he's freezing in the mid August heat. And he can't stop shaking. A glimpse of two imperfect humans trying their best told in 3.5 parts.

post-Kamino Dadzawa and Katsuki. easily one of my all-time favorite BnHA fics. it's so sad and cozy.

Coming Up for Air by achievingelysium

Katsuki has nightmares. He doesn't think he deserves the comfort, but Aizawa-sensei sits with him anyway.

more Dadzawa dealing with nighttime Kacchan angst, since that's like my #1 BnHA fic aesthetic. this is so well-written. like, there are a couple of lines in here that just... guh. just hit right to the core of me.

Bakugou's "Super Fun" Three Day Vacation by Marvelless

Bakugou and his parents arrive home after the Kamino Ward incident for some much-needed recovery time.

post-Kamino Bakufam angst. lots of paranoia and dissociation. this is one of those fics that's sort of a guilty pleasure for me, because Katsuki definitely feels a lot more... fragile?... in this than I think he would have been in canon. but he's still enough of a grump during all of his spiralling that it still feels like him. and I do love me some Bakufam wholesomeness, and this fic has got that in spades.

the art of poor judgement by emelinelou

It's a Tuesday when Bakugou admits to himself that maybe, maybe he is sorta, kinda under the weather. Things go quickly downhill from there. . Alternatively: Bakugou's too stubborn to be "sick," Midoriya and Kirishima are in over their heads, Todoroki is the Most Useful in a pinch, and Aizawa is not paid nearly enough for this.

probably my favorite sickfic. chapter two especially. Bakugou's narration in this is fucking fantastic. he's so fucking done with life. meanwhile everyone around him is freaking out, and he himself is a complete mess even though he won't acknowledge it, and it's just great. it's equal parts funny, sad, and absolutely adorable.

(incidentally, even though this fic is marked as incomplete, it really doesn't feel that way and ends at a perfectly reasonable stopping point, so don't let that put you off.)

Solar Flare by TheQueen

Three weeks after Katsuki Bakugou receives his quirk, he takes a short tumble off a bridge and watches, dumbfounded, as stupid Deku extend a hand. Don’t take it, the universe commands. Don’t tell me what to do! Katsuki snaps.

this is a really cool AU in which Baby Katsuki accidentally starts defying the universe and ignoring his predestined path, which has a profound ripple effect on his life. sort of like a time-travel fix-it, minus the time travel. also just a heads up that Bakugou is like five years old in this so I guess it's technically a kidfic. and there is plenty of angst, a little bit of whump, more Bakufam, and plenty of baby Kacchan and Deku being cute like it's their job.

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BKDK/DKBK whump:

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lose it all (with eyes wide open) by ghostwriterofthemachine

Katsuki is blinded. Izuku is muted. Both of them are kidnapped. Things get worse.

this is one of those fics that just kind of leaves you stunned at how freaking good it is. featuring: psychological mindgames, hopelessly bleak situations, and codependency so utterly raw and desperate that it broke my heart roughly 17 times.

When Ice Doesn't Float by Ma_skee

A simple rescue exercise goes south when Izuku falls through the ice and it goes from a class assinment to an actual rescue and a race against time to keep him from freezing to death.

technically this is more Dekuwhump than Kacchanwhump (though we do get a bit of the latter toward the end), but I'd argue that few things could possibly stress Katsuki out more than being in a tense survival situation in which Deku is hurt and needs help. anyway so yeah. this is classic hurt/comfort and very good.

spinning out of control by mollE

Katsuki joins the 'I've Been Mind Controlled' Club. He wishes he hadn't.

please see above re: how all Dekuwhump scenarios are secretly Kacchanwhump scenarios in disguise. anyway so basically a mind-controlled Bakugou beats the shit out of Deku while being fully aware of it the entire time, and has a complete (and understandable) emotional breakdown afterwards.

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by maxisnotokay

Izuku has had this thing about him that Katsuki has never been able to name, but he's been chasing it since he learned how to run. It takes a catastrophic building collapse during their third year and a severe concussion for him to realize what it is. Aizawa loses ten years off his life. When does he not.

gotta love a good building collapse fic. this one has a concussed Katsuki, a very worried Izuku, and the usual "thanks to this intimate life-or-death situation, I have belatedly realized some fundamental truths about the nature of our relationship" tropes. but it's good. a lot of really good banter and back-and-forth dialogue in this one too.

takes one to know one by Sour_Idealist

Deku has left UA. Ochako still looks for him in unguarded moments. Bakugo is, unsurprisingly, being a jerk.

some good emotional hurt/comfort post-Jakku. Ochako has a chat with Bakugou about Deku. specifically, Bakugou's feelings toward Deku. it's good shit.

*fear is the heart of love by nikkiRA

*please be advised this fic contains major manga spoilers!!

Bakugou gets hit by a quirk that amplifies his greatest fear for 24 hours.

losing Deku. the thing that scares him the most is losing Deku. this is a good fic. emotional hurt/comfort for days. though once again do keep in mind that there are a couple of major spoilers in this.

silence is what i do best by notreally

the one where both Izuku and Katsuki were hit with a truth serum sort of quirk, and things aren't going all too well.

not just a truth-telling quirk, but a truth-compulsion quirk, to the extent that (spoiler alert) the quirk causes them physical pain and distress if they don't speak the truth. which, as you can imagine, leads to all sorts of extremely vulnerable conversations and a lot of good h/c.

close by not quite by blossomshed

When Bakugou goes after a beacon during a class-wide rescue op, he doesn't expect to find Deku - or to find himself dealing with the fallout of a gift he doesn't want, and a side of himself he'd never bothered to examine. He deals with it nonetheless.

this fic is so dear to me. it's yet another "Deku transfers OFA to Bakugou fic", but it's just so fucking good. and it also features a (very much confused) ace Bakugou, which is such a rare find. there are lines from this fic which I still think about constantly. it's funny and profound and adorable and so wonderfully IC, please go read it.

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BONUS NON-ANGSTY FICS because I just felt like ending this list with some happy stories where Kacchan gets a lot of love:

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give me compliments (i said give me compliments) by wonhaebunny

“It’s just cute,” Ashido is telling them as she walks into the classroom. “Like, when you compliment someone and they get flustered so easily, don’t you think it’s endearing?” Kaminari blinks. “Like Bakugou?” he asks slowly. - 1-a realises that katsuki is really, really bad at receiving compliments. exposure therapy ensues.

he is bad at accepting compliments. this is a very, very cute fic.

The Friendship Ladder by nikkiRA

Bakugou and Kirishima tell their classmates they're dating, but everyone seems more interested in who gets to claim the newly vacated spot of Bakugou’s best friend.

as the summary implies this is technically KRBK, but the focus here is very much class 1-A as a whole. there's just something about seeing the entirety of the class squabbling over their Kacchan love that tickles me to no end. Deku is also fantastic in this lmao.

The Yoshida Trail by WinterSwallow

Mitsuki Bakugo returns with her gift to the mountain.

last but not least we have this gorgeous character study with a criminally low view count. Mitsuki climbs Mt. Fuji with an eight-year-old Katsuki in tow, as the fic explores his childhood and young adulthood through a series of vignettes. the insights in this really have no business being as profound as they are, given that they're voiced from the perspective of one of the most graceless characters in the series as she observes her equally graceless son through all the ups and downs and tumbles of his life. but somehow that just makes the whole thing even better. idk I just really love this a lot.

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anyway that's it for now. hope at least a few of these are enjoyable. thanks for the ask!

[softspace-fics]

Lost

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️

A/N - I had a honestly really bad mental day at school and I'm already super exhausted. I ended up involuntarily regressing in my math class and I sit in the front of the class. My old CG doesn't talk to me much anymore so I don't have anyone to reach out to when involuntary happens so I wrote Stucky x male!reader. This one's kinda darker due to my mental space but I'm hoping to make a new agere one here soon!

Masterlist - All my work!

Please let me know if you guys would be interested in a part two?

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, please let me know if I missed any!!

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It was known that you, Bucky, and Steve had started dating about a year ago. They had asked you to join their couple after you had been living in the tower for a while. You happily said yes, and from then on it was pretty easy.

It wasn’t common that you would be sent on the same missions as the other two due to different skill sets, but you were happy when you did. When you couldn’t go with them, you were happy when they came home.

You eventually got sent on a solo mission that was only supposed to last 3 months. You lost contact with anyone on your home side about halfway through causing it to extend to about 5 months. You only survived based on pure instinct and eventually finding a place to hijack and call for help.

Once returning from the extremely rough mission, where your battle and affairs were way harder and longer than you thought, you headed to your room. You still had your own just by design, to make sure you had a place if needed. This is where you mainly stayed. You sometimes crashed with Bucky or Steve, but not being in your own room and space sometimes made it hard to sleep. The days you had come home from a mission or from a quest and you hid in your room until hours or even days later, Bucky and Steve worried.

They weren't sure if it was something you preferred for after missions, or if you didn’t feel safe with them. Even in the rarity that it happened, it sent aches to their hearts. You were a part of them, this meant that those times after missions where everything is too much, they were supposed to be there with you, and they couldn't be.

The day you finally came home from the solo mission and found them on the couch cuddled up absolutely sound asleep, you smiled, glad to see them getting their well-deserved rest. After staring at them for maybe a second too long, you eventually sluggishly drag yourself to your room, throwing your items on your bed and heading to your bathroom to attend to your wounds.

It wasn’t anything horrible, a few cuts and gashes. Possible minor grazing by a bullet. Anything you got in the beginning of the mission had practically healed itself. What you had now wasn't anything you hadn’t fixed up before. You got into the shower, carefully washing off the blood, the dirt, and the disgusting grim. Your emotions begin to creep up, as the adrenaline rushes away, and the water takes you to a different place in your head.

You watch as the blood circles the drain. The aches of your joints and the stinging of water getting in your wounds, slowly pulling you back to reality. You climb out of the shower a little unsteadily and throw on some sweatpants. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you sigh before grabbing some gauze and skin sewing supplies, not excited for the pain you have to inflict on yourself.

Mid-second sewing patch, a knock on your bathroom door pulls you from the daze of pain you're in. You turn around and unlock the door before turning back to the mirror to watch as you continue to sew.

“Come in.” You say loud enough to make it through the solid wood door.

“No one told us you had been found, when did you get- Oh my god (Y/n)! What happened to you?” Steves worried tone booms through the bathroom.

You look up to meet his stunned gaze in the mirror, a look of almost confusion crossing your face in place of the dull one before. You didn’t normally let others in when you were cleaning your wounds, Steve being the first to see your process of sewing your own flesh together and putting gauze lazily around it.

“Huh? Oh just, ya know, battle?” You reply before attempting to finish off the wound you’d been working on when he walked in. You just wanted to go sleep. The minimal amounts of sleep you got due to needing to survive catching up to you.

“I heard you yell- holy shit? (Y/N) the fuck?” Bucky's voice suddenly came from behind. His voice grew with concern as he spoke.

“Your home? Why didn’t you get us? What the hell happened to you while you were lost? We thought you died!”

You finish off the wound before turning to your two boyfriends, bewilderment flowing through your veins. You just didn’t understand why they were so worried about your wounds or even just about you. They weren’t the worst you had gotten, by far. You could easily finish the last one or two and throw on some gauze and finally go sleep. You were too tired to understand why they were so concerned.

“Why are you looking at us like we’re speaking foreignly..? Your borderline shredded and there's...” Steve's voice trails off, the mention of your numerous other scars burning through your head.

“Is that why you're both looking at me like there’s something wrong with me? I know my scars aren’t pretty- Please go.” You look away from them, turning to grab your sewing needle again before a hand stops you, making you look back at them.

“No, handsome. That's not why we're looking at you like anything. We’re concerned. We were asleep on the couch when you got home, and you didn’t wake us up even though you were lost for months. You're so wounded that it's hard to see anywhere that's not hurt. Some of the wounds on your back need sewn up too. When we woke up, Tony told us you had been home for 4 hours. You're standing in here like a zombie on a mission to barely patch yourself up.” Bucky gently takes the sewing kit from you before pulling you to sit on the lid of the toilet.

“It’s not that bad... I promise it's been worse before. You guys were asleep, I didn't want to bother you.” you mumble under your breath, you don’t even sound like you believe yourself.

Steve crouches in front of you, gently cupping your cheeks. Your eyes lazily focus on his, your body’s energy crashing fast.

“Baby let us help. You look like you could pass out any second. How long have you been actively bleeding?” Steve gently rubs his thumbs on your cheek, attempting to keep you awake.

“What day is it?” You joke quietly, smiling softly.

“I honestly don't know how long. I feel like I was only home for maybe an hour. I just want to get sewn up please. I just want to sleep; I haven’t slept in days.”

Bucky and Steve exchange extremely concerned looks. The hell was this mission that ended up with you getting lost and coming home looking like this. Why didn’t you wake them up? Why didn’t they even get a call from Fury about your arrival?

Bucky and Steve use teamwork to get you sewn up as much as possible before they help you climb into your bed. The moment you're in your bed it's almost as if a switch was flicked. You were completely asleep, the only reason they didn't think you were dead was your breathing.

“Steve... The hell did they do to him?” Bucky quietly mumbles, turning to the just as concerned soldier.

“I don’t know. I’m torn between staying here until they wake up or calling Fury to figure out what the hell, they did to him and how they hell they lost him...” Steve glances to bucky before his eyes settle back on you.

The next time you wake up, you groggily sit up. Pain courses through your entire body, but you shrug it off before you feel movement next to you and see Bucky shirtless, slowly waking up.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky turns to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“How long have I been asleep Buck?” Was your first question.

“3 days. Banner came and gave you IV fluids to keep your vitals steady while you slept. The hell did they do to you baby?” Bucky sits up next to you before he softly cups your cheeks. He slowly scans all of your wounds, and then softly kisses your lips. When he pulls away, he softly sighs contently, hearing your voice helping settle the pure anxiety coursing through his veins mildly.

“Hey how is he- Oh my god you're finally awake.” Steve walks in, quickly crossing the room to your side.

“How do you feel? Are you doing okay?”

“I’m okay Steve, just confused. I'm just disoriented from sleeping for so long.” You smile at Steve before slowly laying your head on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky carefully moves you to his lap, just like he did to Steve when they were kids, and he was sick or ended up in another alley fight.

“I bet its more than just the sleep, sweets.” Steve softly rubs the part of your arm that's not injured, keeping his eyes on you. His heart aches so much for you.

“Handsome, I really need you to tell us who and what did this to you? Why do you do your own medical procedures? What has happened to you that made you this way?” Bucky slowly asks again, kissing your forehead and caressing your cheek.

You look over at Steve who just slowly nods, giving you a sign that he wants to know too.

It's time to explain your time in hydra, and what this mission truly was.

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Part two

[moonselune]

is minthara your fav companion? if so, why? i love seeing the reasons people pick their favs its so interesting :D

Ooof okay

TLDR: She is a badass and the type of character I wish was portrayed more in media especially when I was growing up. She is everything I aspire to be, strong confident girlboss and I relate to her heavily. And she's super fucking hot.

This explanation below could be triggering for some people so if you are not comfortable with CSA or CPTSD go look after yourself and watch the animated BG3 shorts xoxo

Sorry nonnie, you probably weren't expecting this 😂

So the reason I love Minthara so much is because she is my first significant encounter of female on female SA being represented, and the first I have related to a character so deeply.

I know the Orin stuff is never clarified and up for interpretation but it is fair to say Orin abused Minthara in some way. It is specifically the way Minthara copes is how I relate to her. She is angry, furious, she wants revenge, she is embarrassed/irritated that anyone could take advantage of her that way.

When I realised what was happening to me, I felt the same and that anger I felt was something that people around me didn't accept. They didn't like that I was reacting to it (which is insane I know but it's quite common) and they didn't like how angry I was. I was even called 'bloodthirsty', and it forever changed my relationships with family members.

I don't want to get into any specifics because it is something I have moved past and put the work in, and specifics won't help anyone lmao - so dw guys I'm good!

Anyways I am a very ambitious person and that part of me (used to) despised myself for letting that happen to me, to let it affect me. I was quickly assessed and they found that I had CPTSD, which is a lifelong mental disability, I had manage it there was no quick fix and there would never be a 'fix'.

(I would really recommend looking up the difference between CPTSD and PTSD as it they are commonly mixed up. Link here xox )

But I had an education to complete, university to get to, I had big plans. And eventually I did all that, I completed my education, and higher education and I have big plans.

If anyone is still reading they are probably like - what does this have to do with our lord and saviour miss sexy drow lady Minthara?

Well Minthara was the first woman I saw have a similar reaction to me, she was a mix of fury and shame, but her anger was so palpable I could really relate to it. And throughout it all she's like "yea so when I rule the underdark" or "when I take over this cult" and I'm just like fuck yeah you go!

Minthara has that awareness that yes this super fucked up thing happened to me and I am going to get my revenge, but I'm also going to take over the world so can we just get to it?

I could list the other million reasons why I love her but this is the main one. I have some artwork of her that I bought of etsy that I have hung up and whenever I'm feeling down I just look at her and go - what would our lord and saviour miss sexy drow lady Minthara do right now? (wwolasmsdlmdrn)

The answer would canonically probably be illegal but hey still fun to think about.

Anyway hope this kind of illuminates why Minthara is my favourite character, definitely not the response nonnie or anyone was expecting.

Of course this is all just based on my interpretation, and if anything you have read in this post has made you feel upset or a sort of way please reach out to appropriate services (not me I am not trained or equipped to help).

Love you all - Seluney xox

[silvermoon424]

that anon's being really shitty, and id just block them, honestly. tumblr now has a decent enough filtering system that 1) they can ask you to tag stuff (which they seemingly did not do), 2) they can filter out things (you can even out filter words from posts, not just tags, now, so they could for example filter out "pap smear" and have the post hidden even if it's not tagged), or 3) unfollow. i try and tag most things, even just mentions of them, if it's a common enough trigger (ex. "abuse tw" or "abuse m" for discussion or depiction, and then minor mentions, respectively) but anon cannot demand people know what their triggers are. especially if it's not super common. like, for awhile as a younger teenager, the image of the "mspa blob face" as someone's icon would really freak me out, as i had a stalker at the time who used it. it didn't mean i could storm up to any blog and yell at them via anon for not knowing about this very obscure, uncommon trigger of mine if it crossed my dash.

this isn't even taking into account that nobody "has" to tag stuff, even if asked. the only thing i think people should Always tag if possible is stuff like flashing lights. if someone asked me to tag, say, madohomu or something, it would be perfectly reasonable for me to say no for a variety of reasons: it's common on my blog, i don't tag ships (can't usually tell when somethings meant to be read romantic rather than platonic, tfw aro), i won't remember to, i just plain don't want to, etc. nobody is legally required to tag triggers. it's really nice when they do, don't get me wrong, but not being able or willing to tag xyz thing all the time with tws isn't a moral failing or a sign someone is a bad person.

Thanks, bestie. The anon messaged me again and I blocked them for both of our sakes. Like I said, I honestly feel bad for them because I think they're in a bad place and lashing out, but I don't appreciate being talked to in such an accusatory way.

Blanket announcement for everyone: if you want me to tag something, just let me know. Please don't send me a weird accusatory ask about how you were triggered by one of my posts and how it's my fault- a post which, by the way, which was about a traumatic experience I literally just endured and was venting about. I'm always happy to tag things because I tag religiously in general to keep my blog organized. I don't bite as long as you don't bite me first, I promise.

[practically-an-x-man]

6, 14, 19, 25, and 41 for Jimmy please!

Thank you!

Send Me a #...

6 and 41 already answered here

14. do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

As a ghost, he never really sleeps, so he usually is up all night reading (and sometimes doesn't even notice the time passing). Other times he might rest, but it's more like the equivalent of meditating or daydream - he's never fully unconscious, just letting his mind wander.

In his life, his sleep schedule was super eclectic. Sometimes he'd have a late shift or would be tasked with observing a nocturnal bird (either as a behavior study or to keep an eye on injuries/illnesses in the aviary) and could be up literally all night. Other times he'd get done at a normal hour and would be in bed early, or would stay up late reading, but there was really no way to predict his sleep schedule.

19. what are their phobias? do they have any at all?

As a ghost, he isn't really afraid of much. There's next-to-nothing that can hurt him in that state, so it's easy not to worry about things like spiders or heights or other common fears. He's a lot more courageous as a ghost.

In his life, he didn't exactly have any phobias, but he was always on guard when he was out in public. Even though he was always careful to keep his queerness hidden, keeping a secret like that definitely played into a lot of his anxieties.

25. do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?

Again, as a ghost he isn't scared of much, since there's not much that really poses a danger to him anymore. Garraka does terrify him, especially because of all the control he has over ghosts (really, it's the first legitimate threat to his safety that he's encountered in all of his afterlife), and the more ghoulish or demonic ghosts can scare him sometimes too, but mundane things don't affect him much.

In his life, he was a lot more jumpy. He'd jump at loud, sudden noises (like slamming doors or dropping heavy objects), and being shouted at was also a trigger for him. It goes back to that same anxiety over being closeted, he knew that he could get shot or lynched if people found out about that and was afraid of having anger turned against him because it could lead to that violence.

[dullweapons]

If you could give a single piece of advice to new people in the roleplay community, what would it be?

i see you've sent this to a few others nonny : twiliae's post is v good & so is puxrlunae's . i haven't seen others on my dash at the time of writing ( tho i can guess other ppl have been asked but idk lol ) but imma try not to duplicate what they said but / shrug

i'd recommend learning when you do need to stay in your own lane & have some critical thinking . don't push yourself into drama cause the rpc says you just have to stay informed & don't believe everything you see . i've seen a callout where they screamed that the person the callout was about was transphobic cause they used the wrong pronoun for a muse ..........in a whole roleplay where they than used the correct pronoun & it was simply a mistype in one or two places . but the callout post highlighted the wrong pronoun use to make sure you believed them & not the would-be offender & people are quick to the gun . this wasn't in the zelda rpc nor any connected one & was years ago so i don't remember anything beyond it was so shitty to bend the truth . like maybe english was their second language so they got confused or forgot or maybe someone writes the same muse with different pronouns ?? idk

sometimes it's better to just turn around & go back to writing ur little doll kissing ur friends doll lol

this is why my rules states this :

i do read the callout posts but i reserve the right to my own opinion that may differ from yours . please do not come to me if someone i am writing with has a callout post unless they have done something illegal ( child grooming , abuse , major harm , ect )

it's not so much my own opinion in the way of " oh i don't think what they did was wrong ✨ " & more of " does this callout have any weight ? " & sometimes i find that no , no it does not .

beyond that idk ... write for urself , be nice to others . you don't have to have fancy graphics to special formatting you just need to follow common courtesy . you want fun questions & starters you gotta also send them to others . tag ur triggers . don't reblog threads if they aren't for you & enjoy your time here because its a hobby !! don't stress if you feel like your writing isn't the best ⸺ you will only improve the more you write & soon you'll find yourself writing some really sexy threads with amazing friends <;3

also !!!!! you can find resource blogs that have posts about what you need to know or what might be helpful if you're super new & find xkit weird ( i had such a hard time figuring out xkit vs new xkit vs xkit rewritten omg but resource blogs helped a lot ) or don't get what reblog karma is or other little things like that . some even have templates for free or good prices ! i'll list a few that i follow & use still :

poohsources , rpclefairy , soulrph , & plenty more are here ! just search some tags like rp resources , rph , carrd templates , ect ! you're bound to find the help ur looking for !

anyway this isn't a single thing !!!!!!! i just went off !!!!! i event trimmed some of the advice cause it was repeating what other ppl said but oops lol hope this helps !!!

[balkanbitch]

Alright so a bit ago I said I was gonna write a 2012 and rise crossover fic where the mikey's switch places

This is basically just the first chapter lol

But first notes:

I don't have a beta reader so I'm kinda using this as my beta reader before I post it to ao3

It does not have a title yet

I read over this once for spelling mistakes so it's not gonna be perfect

I don't write fanfiction super often so if this rough please bare with me lol

This is the second time posting my work so yeah be nice please

This has more chapters in the works that may be posted who knows lol

Part 2

Trigger warning: mentions of head wounds, paranoid thoughts, drugging, forcefully drugging someone (it's not that graphic and it's like a paragraph at the end), restraining someone

Portals where a weird thing.

Like most magic it seemed to be triggered by emotions. Which is fine, okay, great even! But it was also some how triggered by just running at your sibling who can also use to give them a hug while you have a mystic fritz? A lot less fine, okay, great. Then said mystic fritz flings you across New York in an alleyway all alone with a head wound and completely drained of mystic energy?

Really not fine, okay, great.

Oh not to mention the alley way was dark. Mikey was use to the streets being lined with lights and people. But as Mikey layed on the ground all he could think about was how dreary everything looked. Granted he could only really lay on his back and look up but everything just felt off. There where no vibrant lights nor people chatter. It was dead silent except the occasional car passing by. 

How long has Mikey been here again?

Maybe he was in Jersey? That would explain the melancholy atmosphere. Also why his brothers where taking so long to find him, with Donnie trackers they should find him in no time!

Right?

They wouldn't just leave him out here! Like it really shouldn't take them this long? Maybe hes just being paranoid! They would be here any second! Unless something happened to them on there way here? That's a possibility. Like they were attacked and taking care of the the attacker! Yeah that's probably what happened. There was no reason to freak out just yet.

Unless they got hurt trying to find him making it his fault they got hurt.

As Mikey tries to not spiral. He can faintly hear foots steps on the roof near by. His brothers have finally come! Mikey slowly pushes himself up in to a sitting position ignoring the dull throb in the back of his head.

He sits up just in time to see three figures set down at the mouth of the alleyway.

The silhouettes didn't look anything like his brothers. For one, none of them where big enough to be Raph. They all seemed to be a similar height expect for on figure that was taller and lankyer than the rest.

"An energy spike came from right here." The tallest said holding some kind of device in their hand.

"Well I don't see any weird krang stuff so this whole mission was a bust. Can we go home now?" The shortest figure complained.

Krang?

Mikey could feel his breathing pick up for a second and the scars on his arm start to burn.

'Deep breaths Mikey' he told himself and quickly got his breathing under control so he could continue to listen in on the strangers.

"Not necessarily, this energy is different than the krangs I haven't seen anything like it!" The tallest amused as they continued to press the buttons on their device.

The medium height didn't say anything. Deep in thought tilting there head to look at the roof.

"Hey isn't this the area Mikey was suppose to be watching?" The medium finally said.

Mikey breathing hitched. Did they know someone else named Mikey? How common was that name exactly?

"Yeah so?" The short one commented.

"So? Don't you think we should have seen him on our way over?" The medium responded.

"Leo relax Mikey probably just got distracted by something I'm sure hes just fine." The tall figure said as they continued to push away at there device.

The medium figure didn't look convinced turning his head to look deeper in to the alleyway. Mikey as quietly as he could tried to pull himself backwards to make sure the figure could not see him. Something about the way the medium figure scanned around made Mikey feel nervous.

Unfortunately for Mikey just as he was making his way slowly backwards he bumped in to an unseen trash can.

Shit.

Immediately the two other figures snapped there heads towards where Mikey resided.

Fucking shit.

Slowly the medium figure made there way to the back of the alleyway swords, that Mikey had not previously noticed, drawn. Mikey held his breath. Their head, already injured, pounding from banging in to the trash can. He couldn't think of a way out. He closed his eyes hoping that the white eyed figure would take mercy on him.

"Mikey?" The figure in front of him said. The sound of of his swords being sheathed could be heard. As two sets of foot steps came down the alleyway.

What?

"What the hell are you doing just sitting in an alleyway and eavesdropping come on move your shell and let's go home." The short figure said.

Mikey, still with his eyes closed, shook his head.

"No." Mikey replied. Dad taught them to never go anywhere with strangers and Mikey was gonna follow that rule so help him.

"What do you mean no?" The short one questioned.

"I don't know who you are." Mikey replied holding back the urge to cry.

"Mikey we're your brothers of course you know who we are!" The tall one said his voice rising in pitch at the end of his phrase.

Mikey finally got the courage to open his eyes he was met with three turtle yokai. The tallest wore a purple bandana and was still holding the device he saw earlier. The medium one wore a blue bandanna and stared at Mikey with matching blue eyes. The shortest had a red bandanna with their arms crossed over their chest in clear frustration.

They all looked like cheap knockoffs of his own brothers. Wannabes. It hit Mikey that this could very easily be a way for one of there villains trying to manipulate Mikey in to coming with them! Fear started to build inside Mikey at the revelation as he looked directly at the imposters.

"You are not my brothers." Mikey attempted to shout out but ended up sounding closer to a whimper.

"What the hell do you mean where not your brothers! Mikey what kinda bullshit is that!" Imposter Raph growled out aggressively, their seemed to be an extra layer of hurt under the words.

"Mikey I can assure you we are your brothers." Knock off Leo said taking a step forward towards Mikey. Assuming a similar tone someone might take when trying to tame a wild animal.

Mikey pulled himself further back into the garbage cans even as the pain in his head started to increase.

Imposter Donnie put a hand on Leo shoulder and pointed to right near Mikey shoulder.

Impsoter Leo eyes widened as he turned back to Donnie. Imposter Raph seemed to also notice what ever was happening on Mikey shoulder that everyone but Mikey seemed to know about.

"Shit." Imposter Raph said voice noticeably calmer.

"Shit is right." Imposter Donnie said. "He could be suffering some sort of brain damage or amnesia."

"What's the best thing to do Donnie?" Imposter Leo asked.

Imposter Donnie thought for a second before replying.

"We need to get him to the lair as quick as possible with as little struggle as possible. He clearly doesn't recognize us so we have to get him to come with us peacefully." Donnie stated.

"And what happens if he doesn't come with us peacefully?" Imposter Raph asked.

"Well I have a sedative it would put someone to sleep like that." He snaps his fingers to demonstrate his point. "But it would be better to keep him awake until we know the extent of his injuries." Imposter Donnie finished.

Like hell if Mikey was gonna let himself be drugged by some fakes of his family! He quickly pulled himself on to his feet causing him to wobble before he regained him balance. His head felt wishy washy but he could still walk.

The other turtles seem to notice his attempts of an escape cause they immediately started to crowd him, urging him to sit and think for a second. He didn't listen he kept trudging along and ignoring them as the pain in his head became worse. Until he had almost reached the exit of the alley.

When he felt arms lock around his own and drag him backwards. He wasn't about to go down without some kind of fight.

Mikey screamed and kicked wildly at the figure behind him scratching at whatever skin he could get his hands on. He felt another person try to restrain his legs. He reached for the face of the person in front of him in a attempt to scratch them. But his struggle was useless as he felt his legs be held down and than the upper part of his body be pushed with it.

He felt his head smash back down on to the pavement that made him cry in agony, tears rolled down his face. He could hear someone say something along the lines of 'be careful with his head', followed by a 'hold him steady'. As his struggle contuined he could feel something sharp prick his neck. He cried out for his real brothers to come and help him and fix all of this before losing consciousness.

[3lossm]

𝚋𝚒𝚘 . ( tba ) 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 . 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 .

𝟑𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐦 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ independent & private roleplay blog for 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠 of cartoon network's powerpuff girls ! canon - diverence & influenced by my own headcanons + other sources. written by bronze , 24 . she / they. CST. , please read rules prior to interacting or following . ( rules under the cut ) minors & personals will be blocked !

( A STUDY IN -- balancing girlhood with heroism , , bloodied knuckles becoming an accessory & discovering who you are while holding the world on your shoulders )

❥ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 & 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 : @3u33les @madestars

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

𝟶𝟷 . this is a mutual exclusive, private blog, with selective following ! i'm more likely to follow muns or muses i know , and in general people i can see myself or blossom interacting with ! she will have multiple verses so crossovers are welcome. i like to keep my circle small so don't take it personally if i don't follow back ! 𝟶𝟸 . follow basic rp etiquette ( no god modding, cut your posts, tag triggers , don’t be hateful etc. ) , if you display any kind of problematic / toxic / harmful behavior you'll be blocked . the golden rule is to treat others how you want to be treated ! 𝟶𝟹 . please communicate any problems . i don't like drama of any kind -- i'd rather avoid drama and talk issues out . i'm not really one for callout posts, although i read them and take note -- please remember that just because i don't interact with a callout that it doesn't mean i condone or support the creator being called out. 𝟶𝟺 . my characterization of blossom is heavily influenced by my own ideas , concepts , headcanons as well as various media . if you don't like the way i write her, don't follow . please check my meta posts to learn more about my characterization. 𝟶𝟻 . i generally prioritize plotted interactions and interactions with mains / friends . i encourage you to send ask memes, it's the easiest way to get interactions going ! , i'll post starter calls here and there but they're not super common . 𝟶𝟼 . icons aren't necessary here. as blossom's mainverse is when she's 17, i likely won't be using any icons . i use small text , sometimes with different fonts and sometimes with colored text. if anything hurts your eyes or gives you issues please let me know. same goes for my writing , which i try to keep on the tame side of poetic. 𝟶𝟽. All my graphics are made by me , please don’t steal or lift headcanons or characterization. 𝟶𝟾 . shipping will be between muses who have chemistry, i prefer developing relationships vs. jumping into writing the relationship as romantic immediately. shipping status is multi-single ship, meaning i'll only ship with ONE blog of any specific character. if you'd be interested in shipping lmk ! 𝟶𝟿 . i use basic tags for triggers and anything that could be considered nsfw -- violence , gore , language , etc. ( no graphic sexual encounters will be written here. ) so my tag's will look like this ( #trigger / or #trigger ) to keep it simple for people blacklisting. 𝟷𝟶 . im bronze , i've been writing on tumblr for a little under 10 years . i started in the fairytail rpc and have been jumping around since then. im not a fast writer and tend to struggle with motivation most days. i'm a mother and work a full time job , and have various mental illnesses ! The mix can affect my motivation. i also write on discord and tend to be faster there. you can request my discord at any point as long as we're mutuals !

[cervidaedalus]

RE: GSHADE MALWARE DISCOURSE

They locked the channels down, but I managed to grab some screenshots of the conversation shown in the crucially lacking in context Twitter screens. I'll share the screens in a reblog because Tumblr keeps breaking when I add them.

So, we all hate art theft, right? We hate when people use our or others' hard work even in bits and pieces (like AI art training) without any credit to us or the artists? We hate when people say "it's online so NYEH" when an artist asks people to respect their work, right? Okay, good.

Gshade is an "improved" version of the Reshade overlay program that makes it super easy to adjust, make, and switch between presets in the game, as well as simplifies the installation process, and adds a few extra features.

However, there was some Twitter outcry about a week ago due to how updates work in Gshade (which was, admittedly, annoying). Another dev decided to break GShade's EULA regarding assets usage because they didn't like some of Gshades functions like the updates.

In my own, personal opinion, both parties aren't great people. If you read the other person's blog post on all this, it's riddled with cockiness and your garden variety internet kid arrogance and seems to boil down to "I don't like Gshade, it sucks, I can do better." They link an archived Twitter where a popular preset creator politely asks for their presets to not be used for this project, they push back against this creator's request, the creator makes a vague and innacurate legal reference in an attempt to try and convince this dev "hey, I said don't use my stuff". The dev mocks this person in their blog post claiming that they're allowed to use the presets because they're in a GitHub repository.

In order to prevent plagiarism of any of Gshade's assets (INCLUDING the presets themselves), the dev added a "killswitch" essentially that, when any attempts were made to access Gshade, its installer, presets, etc without the dev or preshade creators' knowledge or permission, would cause a force-restart. For anyone who doesn't really use Gshade- I feel the need to add that some presets use original art assets and overlays so it isn't just people playing around with sliders. This is actual art that some artists have politely requested doesn't get re-used elsewhere without permission. And no- this isn't like major game companies like Ubisoft implementing DRM, which in context is about big rich corporations trying to prevent piracy. This is like online game anti-cheat software except instead of bans you get a restart.

You cannot trigger this force-restart with Gshade on normal use, it will ONLY happen when trying to run something that accesses and utilizes Gshade or its assets (again, including people's presets). Likewise, from the sounds of it, the killswitch was already regretted and removed in a patch on Saturday- two days before this whole thing blew up today- and it was changed to a line of code that just closes the program.

There is nothing within Gshade which will harm or remain on your computer. There are no keyloggers, other spyware, covert mining, or anything else that remains on someone's computer with the express purpose of doing harm to it. While you can argue semantics here, imo "Program does bad thing if you go out of your way to use it improperly" isn't "malware" or else World of Warcraft and any other online game with an anti-cheat could also be considered Malware.

If you don't want to use Gshade because of the moral implications of the dev taking such a grandiose measures, that's a personal choice. It's 100% understandable to see this as a breech of trust-

-but please stop spreading word that the app intentionally has Malware intended to affect the common user. This was literally an anti-theft measure taken way overboard. To summarize: -Cocky dev personally dislikes some of Gshade's functions and wants to make their own version of it, but use Gshade assets including presets (some of which contain original art) they don't have permission to use using the same busted "well it's on the internet" logic people use to justify art theft and plagiarism. -Gshade devs try to stop this, other dev self-admittedly "trolls" them for a while and ignores preset artists saying "hey I don't consent to using my stuff". -Gshade dev includes a line of code to force-restart the PC of anyone who tries to access any Gshade assets, specifically to fight back against this user. Regrets it and removes it. -Two days after its removal, word gets out that Gshade has this force-restart command. -Gshade dev admits in the Discord that yes, this command was in there briefly. A single screenshot of this admission makes it to Twitter, and the entire program is branded as Malware.

I'll repeat again, neither side was perfect in this, and to add such a harsh command line even if it was targeted at one person in particular was a gross misuse of power. It's perfectly understandable to not want to use Gshade anymore if you don't trust the program, but it's also important to release this overstep wasn't made purely in impulse, and was an attempt to stop someone who was actively trying to disrespect artists and preset designers. I think that's the huge part of all this that's being missed and it's resulting in a lot of people zero'ing in on the Gshade dev and Discord mods as if they're the defacto villains in all this and need to be harassed and ousted from the community.

[softxsuki]

Hello! Congrats on reaching 1000 followers! Hope you're having a wonderful day today! May i please have a matchup? My pronouns are she/her. I would like Tokyo revengers please! Male characters and let's make it romantic! I'm an ENFP and a Libra! What i value most in any kind of relationship is trust and communication. I don't have a type haha! I'm a little shy at first but quite talkative after you know me! I've been told i have a great sense of humour! Might have to split this! Sorry! (Part 1)

1000 Follower Event Matchup #10

My event is now CLOSED, but I will be doing more events like this in the future. You can check out the masterlist for this event here.

Note: HELLO~ thank you so much for your patience. I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get through these matchups. They each take me a little over an hour to write because I want to do a good job for all of you and not rush! Thank you for participating in this event though, this was super fun to make <3 I hope you enjoy who I matched you with, I think they're really perfect for you, especially the demon slayer match o.o .

I match you with CHIFUYU MATSUNO and GIYUU TOMIOKA

Runner-ups were Mitsuya and Tanjiro

Chifuyu:

Technical: You’re an ENFP and Chifuyu is an INFP, a pretty great match! You’re both super caring, adaptable to all situations, and very creative thinkers. While you could help Chifuyu express himself more directly, he can help you become a better listener. As for Zodiacs You’re a Libra and he’s a Saggitarius! Your connection with each other is very easy-going, you get along well! In regards to social situations Chifuyu as a Sagittarius would be the one starting all the jokes, but you’d finish them off to make them perfectly humorous. A perfect team! The only issue would be the way Chifuyu expresses his opinions. He's a little too honest and direct, but you both respect truth so you should be able to work through that.

Personable: Here’s where it gets fun! Although Mitsuya was a close second match I could see you with, I just pictured you so well with Chifuyu. Yes, he’s an idiot, but he can be smart at times! You’d feel very comfortable around him and trust him loads. Communication is super smooth with Chifuyu; like I said earlier, he’s blunt and honest so he’ll always tell you what’s on his mind and he’d express it if you ever did something he didn’t agree with, but would go about it respectfully of course.

He’d initially be drawn to your shyness, but falls for you even harder the more you open up to him. He’s witnessing one of his romance mangas coming to life; he’s been waiting for this–for you. Speaking of romance novels, because of them, I imagine Chifuyu to be very romantic. He wants to re-create every cute manga panel he’s ever read with you. He has a whole list of potential ideas like; kissing in the rain, giving you his coat when it’s cold out and you don’t have a jacket, holding your hand, holding the door open for you, beach day, taking you to a festival, taking care of you when you’re sick–his list just goes on and on.

He asks for your help with organizing his manga shelf–it’s pretty cluttered and just a huge mess so he trusts your skills to help him organize it in a better way. Insecure about yourself? Well, not for long, just like the male leads in his mangas, he’s always complimenting you, reminding you of all your beautiful qualities that he loves so much, and just loves being affectionate in any type of way. He understands that anxiety is a real thing though, so he never makes you do anything that might trigger your anxiety, and on days when you’re feeling low about yourself that not even his words can help you feel better, he’s ready to give you lots of cuddles and kisses until you’re feeling better.

What a Day with Chifuyu Looks Like:

As per his experience with reading about romance, breakfast in bed is pretty common every morning–some days he wakes up even earlier to surprise you with some pink flowers that he knows you’ll love

Would literally do anything to see you happy

After breakfast, he spends some quality time with you in bed–no words need to be said, unless you want to talk, but he’s perfectly content with just being in your presence

Later on in the day though, you both go out on some kind of adventure–whether it be more practical like grocery shopping and taking a short walk nearby, or more romantic, like going on a boat ride, or seeing the stars together later on in the evening–he’s definitely doing something with you before dinner time

He either takes you out to dinner to a new place he wants you to try out, or you both go home and cook together

Cooking together is also super romantic as he cheesily wraps his arms around your waist to cut veggies together or stir food together–he wraps your apron around your waist for you and presses several kisses to your cheeks and lips throughout the cooking experience

After dinner, it’s relaxing time again as he cozies up beside you with another one of his mangas, imagining you and him as the main characters–super cute

The day ends with cuddling up in each other’s arms as you doze off

Giyuu:

Technical: I’m super excited about this one because I honestly think it’s a perfect match! You’re an ENFP and Giyuu is an ISTJ. Where you thrive on others to feel energized and happy, Giyuu prefers being on his own, and when put into group settings, he’d be more on the quiet side. The most important thing about this pairing is acknowledging each other’s boundaries; so you should allow Giyuu the time he needs to himself, and he shouldn’t be so overly critical about how you handle certain situations. But communication is actually surprisingly great between you both if you can accept your boundaries, mostly his though, because you’re super adaptable. As for your zodiacs, you’re a Libra and Giyuu is an Aquarius! A true power-couple pairing! Where you strive for old-fashioned, classical romance, Giyyu can sometimes be seen as boring and too dull, so your desires would help him strive to want to be a better man for you and come out of his comfort zone to show you the romance you want and deserve.

Personable: LET me start off by saying that you and Giyuu would have this unspoken trust between each other. You’d admire how great of a listener he is despite how uninterested he may seem at first. He remembers everything you tell him about yourself, and he notices the smallest of details about you which would end up surprising you. On the other hand, Giyuu would trust you enough to be able to open up emotionally and be more vulnerable towards you as times goes by. You’d know what he looks like on his best and worst days because that’s how much he trusts and respects you.

Your great sense of humor doesn’t affect him at first, because he finds it all a little cringey, but he grows to really love your sense of humor a lot and you might even catch him smile at one of your jokes and turn his face away to hide his laughing even though you can see his chest moving up and down as he laughs anyway. He’s not the best at comforting you when it comes to your insecurities, but he’d defend you straight away if anyone ever made you feel bad about yourself and he’d do or say subtle things to try and help you feel better. Unlike Chifuyu, he’s not so direct with his emotions, so it would take a while before he’s able to verbally express his affection for you, but you would still know he loves you through his subtle actions. As for your anxiety, he would never put you in an uncomfortable situation, but he’s super observant, so he notices whenever you’re starting to feel anxious and would smoothly take you away from the situation.

Is there Med school in the Demon Slayer universe? Idk, but he does admire how hard you study and your drive to one day be able to help sick or injured people. He’s your support system behind the scenes and goes out of his way to get you anything you need that may help you better your knowledge about medicine and healing techniques. Shinobu would probably be a huge influence on you, so he’d push his pride away and ask her to help you out. Maybe even be your mentor or something–anything he can do to help, he’d do it.

AND LASTLY your dancing. He tries to pretend like it doesn’t affect him, but you might catch him watching you dance from afar with a small, fond smile on his face. Even if your dancing isn’t that graceful, you’re having a good time and he just loves to see you enjoying yourself. In a world where demons take away a lot of everyone’s happiness, he’d do anything to preserve and admire the moments he sees you happy. Probably even has all his favorite memories of you written down somewhere so he never forgets them. Though he doesn’t look it on the outside, he’s full of love for you.

What a Day with Giyuu Looks Like:

Honestly, your days with Giyuu aren’t too eventful

He spends most of his days training whenever he isn’t given a mission to go hunt a demon

He spends lots of quiet time with you, just enjoying your company in silence

Loves eating with you during lunch, especially if it’s his favorite food, you’ll get a rare smile out of him that he freely shows bc food <3

If you want to go out, you’d have to drag him out or just leave on your own (he’d follow right behind you shortly)

He’s very protective over you especially knowing the dangers that lurk out in the world with demons, so he’s very stern about being back home before the sun sets and is probably super tense throughout the day even though demons aren’t a threat to you during the day–humans still are

Giyuu likes walking behind you even if it’s just a few inches behind you just so he can watch over you

You’d have to make the first move to hold his hand or link arms with him, but he wouldn’t push you away; little do you know that he actually likes the physical contact and he’s always happy when you do initiate it

Aside from that, you both return home for dinner and then sleep

Pretty average day with Giyuu, but spending time with him each day is enjoyable because you love him

AND he loves you (get him when he’s really tired and tell him you love him, you might get him to say it back before he falls sleep without even realizing that he said it lol)

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 11/17/2022

[ereardon]

It’s going to break my heart if it comes out that Jake has been actively involved in covering up or been a part of a sexual assault 💔

Oh gosh. I can assure you he absolutely has NOT been part of covering up anything related to sexual assault, let alone been involved in anything. In my mind, Jake has not been directly involved with any of the activity or been part of covering it up, anything bad that may have happened would have been before his time as president. BUT there will likely be an incident later on (in the spring semester) related to hazing that Jake will have to get involved with and that will be his moment to decide whether or not to continue to the cycle of cover ups or to come clean and risk their chapter. But I really do promise you that there will be no sexual assault or Jake's involvement there. That's super triggering and just not an area that I want to delve heavily into and I don't think it's necessary for the story. I really appreciate you sending this in though and I'm going to make sure to put proper TWs on every chapter because I know Greek life has its own set of issues that can be very triggering.

If anyone has any questions and wants to send me a message about this, please do, I want to make sure I'm listening. In my mind, most of the behavior issues are related to hazing, underage alcohol consumption, drugs and property damage, which unfortunately is quite common with fraternities, at least in my experience in college. I do not intend on writing about sexual assault in any kind of detail, the most is what Roya said in Ch. 5 and then what we saw in terms of sexual misconduct between Victoria and Professor Brown in that chapter, too.

Sorry this is a long winded answer but I want to make sure my readers feel safe and that you have all the information you need to determine whether or not you want to read this series. And I promise, I would not be offended if you choose not to, if there is anything in any way that could be triggering to you. I respect your boundaries, and I hope I live up to your expectations for this fic!

xo,

Em

[chaos--mode]

neph's guidelines

these guidelines apply to all my rp blogs ; chaos--mode, the-harley-files, the-d20-files

001. THE BASICS

21+ only

racism, queerphobia, ableism, fatphobia, zionism, xenophobia, antisemitism, islamophobia, and general bigotry is an auto-block

no drama

mun ≠ muse

roleplay is meant to be fun, so just don't be a dick

no personals

mutuals only

no overt godmodding/metagaming

oc friendly (i love ocs pls throw them at me!)

crossover friendly across all blogs / muses

! things that i will NOT roleplay and will hardblock if you do: pedophilia, incest, bestiality, descriptive/in-depth abuse or bigotry, sexual assault/abuse.

002. TRIGGERS && CONTENT WARNINGS

! common squicks, triggers, and intense topics will always be tagged as #topic //, and any posts that contain descriptive or in-depth scenes with darker topics or acts will be cut with a read more and tagged appropriately.

my blog explores a wide variety of dark and sometimes disturbing and/or morally questionable themes and topics, so please exercise caution and don't follow if you'd prefer to avoid these. blood, injuries, violence/fighting, body horror, alcohol and drugs are all topics that will likely come up in many of my threads (though they will still be tagged). i am a horror writer at heart and this is reflected in a lot of my muses, their backstories, and their themes.

that said, mun ≠ muse. some of my muses are mean, or just straight up evil. please let me know if ever i do genuinely cross a line in a thread, but keep in mind that i am not my muses and i (very often, depending on the muse) do not condone their behaviour, thoughts, and/or actions.

on a related note, i always read about && rules pages for everyone i interact with and do my best to tag mentioned triggers (and obviously won't write something in a thread with you that you've expressly mentioned to tag or avoid), but please let me know if i miss something! you can also dm me if there's anything specific you'd like me to tag.

003. MUTUALS ONLY

i've had some weird and off-putting experiences with people in the past, so i'm selective with who i follow/interact with and ask that only mutuals send in memes, interact with starter calls, reply to opens, etc.

i ask that you softblock if you're breaking mutuals. i will do the same, however that doesn't mean we can't revisit interacting in the future. if i genuinely do not want to interact going forward then i will hardblock.

004. NO DRAMA

some people suck, i get that, but the block button exists for a reason. if you have a problem with me or someone that i interact with, feel free to block whoever you need to. my dm's are also always open to have a conversation about any issues you may have, if you're comfortable with that.

if someone is doing something genuinely shitty and/or harmful (as one of my favourite youtubers says, 'it's not drama, it's dangerous') then i do want to know about it, but we can 100% deal with it without acting like petty teenagers.

005. SMUT && SHIPPING

i won't be writing smut, and if you write a lot (and i mean like excessive amounts, nearly every post) of smut/nsfw content then i won't follow you or will softblock you.

i'm also not super into romantic shipping, so if you're only looking to ship then i am not the blog for you. generally i only ship if i actually know && talk to the mun ooc, but once i'm comfortable i really do love shipping! i just need a good foundation first.

006. FORMATTING && LITERACY

i use icons and basic text formatting, small font, coloured && bolded text/dialogue, and i also like to play with grammatical rules for emphasis and style depending on the muse. let me know if you have trouble reading my replies and i'll adjust as needed!

i don't expect anyone to match my formatting, and i'm fine with different reply lengths. that said, i personally tend to write multi-para to novella length replies.

007. INBOX && INTERACTIONS

my memes, opens, starter calls, meme calls, etc. never expire. i regularly clean out my meme tag, so if it's still up then it's fair game, no matter how old it is!

if we're mutuals you are totally welcome to send me multiple memes from the same starter list, the same meme to/from multiple muses, reply to a bunch of opens, etc. flood my inbox idgaf. seriously, i love having a bunch of different scenarios and interactions to choose from. i might not answer all of them, but also yes i probably will (it just might take me a while!)

008. ACTIVITY

i work mon-fri but also often work / volunteer outside regular office hours since i'm in the events && festivals industry which is by its very nature SUPER hectic, so i'm not around much during the week. i sometimes browse mobile on my commute since i take public transpo, but i'm only reliably active on the weekends. it will probably take me a while to respond (sometimes up to several weeks) depending on how backed up my drafts are, my current muse, etc.

on the flipside, i'll never pressure anyone to respond or get mad if you're "too slow", so don't feel bad if you take a long time to reply or just aren't feeling a thread we have going, an ask i've sent in, etc. roleplay is supposed to be fun, not stressful, so i'm not going to hold it against anyone or get mad at slow replies or dropped threads.

[laputian]

#𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍!—- 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛-𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 and STAR-LOVED / and wrapped in tragedy i / can't help but wonder if you / are 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 or 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘴 (𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛).

  ❝ he is the heavens' lord, king of kings- in the realm of the gods they sing his praises- ramuska šâh! —- ❞ 

❝ i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. i cannot even explain it to myself. ❞  

a study of 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬' 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 and 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐬. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. with heavy ties to mythology of various sorts. supremely canon divergent from castle in the sky. by percival (he/him, 30+)

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𝐨𝐧𝐞. #LAPUTIAN is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for colonel muska of castle in the sky. essentially all of this is actually just meta analysis and headcanon run and idk why anyone would expect anything else of me.

please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes, because actually castle in the sky is a LOT lmao! i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out! PLEASE tag #trypophobia for me!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here- muska is peculiar in the fact that he has a soulmate but it's super complex- tldr he isn't really looking for a new partner, but it isn't impossible. it's just not easy. also why would you want to...

if shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships- although i'll admit, anything other than rather antagonistic relationships is sorta difficult- muska is rather antagonistic and prideful, he's not easy to get along with in the first place.

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives! -

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. so essentially i took the lore in castle in the sky and threw most of it in the trash, which is common for me. i do a lot of research and i tie in real life history things. but on that note, i am not a linguist by far and so my translations and knowledge especially of old persian is rather limited and some of my translations may be wrong. actually, assume the majority are just "the basic vibe of the phrase" at best. if there's a linguist out there ... help me ... i'll owe you my life!

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i run @godstrain and other blogs, i am all over the place ok lmao so i am not fast.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- honestly i am not afraid to use the block button, this is my space and i want to curate it as i will

. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy. i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission. my icons have been cropped and colored by hand and i made my icon border, please don't take those or i'll cry for real.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!