#sorry for the absolute LACK of punctuation

[justkc9]

Weird Hermitcraft + Life Series + Afterlife AU where Tango is a prince and Scott is his vampire self who works for Tango as a sort of personal assistant/assassin and one day Tango see's this phoenix boy getting picked on by other Nether folk so he send Scott down to help and Scott ends up havign to take Jimmy to the castle and he lives in the dungeon for a while cause he was beaten up pretty badly and they end up becoming friends so when Jimmy finally healthy enough to meet Tango him and Scott just end up bickering the whole time and Tango just loves it to bits

[syoddeye]

consequence

price x f!reader | 1069 words nice tags: loser x loser, john price having a sliver of game, but it works a/n: continuation of this shortie. played myself here. 💀

“orange?”

“green.”

“what?”

“sorry, are we not naming colors?”

he's simultaneously wounded and amused that she doesn’t even look up to lash him with her tongue. suppose his attempts are ten a penny—she gets chatted up every day; he’s seen it firsthand.

ever since he tracked her to the shop a little over three weeks ago, he’s become a regular. he goes out of his way to visit and watch her handle interested parties like a professional. from the vantage of his usual table, he pretends to read or scroll on his phone, listening in on how she rebuffs them. his own politeness is rewarded with a gradual drop in her guard.

see, from his observations, he’s deduced what other prospects lack: persistence. something he has in spades.

he moves down the counter with her. it’s always slower in the afternoon, affording the time to talk. her good-for-nothing coworker is on another break.

“your cast.” he gestures. “brand new?”

she fumbles the tamper and bites out a quick, “yep.” 

“no signatures.” her last one—bright blue—was nearly black with names and drawings just yesterday.

“got it this morning before i clocked in.”

“your boss still made you come in after that?”

“yeah, well, some of us have to work—shit.” she drops the tamper and portafilter, both thunking onto the rubber mat at her feet. grounds litter the counter and floor, and her eyelids twitch.

accident prone. unlucky. perhaps both.

john considers jumping the bar. a glance at the staff door says her coworker isn’t rushing to help, but he can’t push the line he’s drawn. in pencil. with a light hand.

after all, it wasn’t too long ago that she was jilted in love. she might as well wear a handle with care label.

she swears, fetches a hand broom and pan, then ducks.

“can i—?” he starts.

“absolutely not.” she snips, alternating tools in her good hand, piling the spilled grounds.

john lets a brief silence stretch, listening to the broom swish and other customers typing on laptops. he leans far enough to cast a shadow over her, and his mind wanders off.

“i didn’t mean to snap. or insinuate you’re, uh, underemployed.”

his focus splinters, his daydreams burst. god help a lech like him. sees a pretty girl on her knees and he’s fifteen years younger. christ. he distracts himself with the mess on the counter.

“takes more than a smart remark to hurt me.”

“yeah? well, watch out for scooters. that’s all it took to hurt me.” she smirks with eyes downcast, sweeping the pile into the pan.

if you’d just popped to the door, love. fessed up. i’d’ve taken care of you.

“mm, you’re resilient though. you got back up.”

she stands, shrugging. “like i said. had to. girl’s gotta eat. bills don’t pay themselves.”

“truer words.” john offers his share of collected grounds and a smile.

she murmurs thanks as she disposes of the coffee and moves to restart his drink until he raises a hand.

“give it a rest.”

“you paid for it.” she squints, disbelieving he’s passing on his coffee. her lips press together, and the small scar from the crash punctuates her uncertainty.

“i want somethin’ else.” his true intentions must bleed through his eyes because the corners of her mouth then pull down. he swiftly adds, “let me sign it.”

she nearly drops everything a second time. “you want to sign it. my cast?” 

“do you have somethin’ else i could sign?” 

her nostrils flare when she’s surprised. embarrassed? it’s cute. he wants to see it again.

“fine. here.” she dumps the pan, sets it aside, and hands him the marker she keeps clipped to her apron.  

he’s careful when he leans closer, concentrating, ignoring the ding of the bell above the cafe’s door. the warmth of her skin seeps through where he holds her arm steady. his chin dips, relishing the strong scent of espresso and how nice and still she’s standing. it’s impulsive, deciding to smudge the line he’d drawn.

she only notices as he writes the last digit next to ‘john’.

“are you—is that your phone number?” 

the bell rings again, and a cluster of voices follow.

“it is.” john confirms with a satisfied grin, glancing at his uniform scrawl. he caps her pen and slides it into the top pocket of her apron. time’s run out with the arrival of the mid-afternoon rush. clockwork. “good chat.” he winks, savors the finer details of her sweet, bewildered expression, and weaves around the small crowd of office workers in for a pick-me-up.

he’s pure confidence on the trip home, imagining what she’ll say when she calls or texts. how he’ll surprise her with his car on the first date. what? why’re you staring like that? how does it look familiar? he cracks himself up, thinking of how he’ll pry a confession out of her, then lean into it. what a coincidence. must be fate, visiting your shop.

his phone remains on the table as he goes about the rest of the day, half-heartedly doing what needs to be done while home. she works until seventeen-hundred, so he doesn’t expect immediacy. it doesn’t stop him from finding excuses to hover nearby or snatching up the device when it pings ten minutes after closing.

>> if this is a plot to get free drinks, i only get one a shift and it’s for me

> It’s a ploy to buy you a drink, if you’d like.

three dots appear and disappear rapidly.

>> i’m not drinking right now >> considering how i got the cast

> then what are your plans for tomorrow?

persistence.

>> supermarket

> Wonderful. Send your address. I’ll pick you up.

>> oh you’re one of those guys >> self invitation type >> you don’t need to come???

> Are you going to carry them yourself?

another round of dots. 

>> good point >> fine, be my muscle

> Gladly. 

she sends her address, which he promptly inputs into a search engine. decent area, expensive rent. clicks his tongue as he clicks through the photos from an old listing. hopefully, the pathetic-looking deadbolt’s been updated.

he suggests a time.

>> works for me

> Good. See you tomorrow. 

>> yeah yeah, night john x

his eyes hitch to the ‘x’, and his chest tightens. he exits the rental site and glances around his flat. yeah, she’ll fit in quite nicely.

[junglejim4322]

I was homeschooled so essentially everyone was autistic or learning disabled etc in some way especially the second place I lived because there weren’t many religious homeschoolers there so it really was basically everyone and I will tell you 100% there was a very distinct hierarchy with kids who could fit in better or act in more socially acceptable ways (most of whom could not fit into a non homeschool environment at all) would treat anyone with less hide-able symptoms like absolute shit completely based on the severity of it some of them were actual pariahs just by virtue of being clearly autistic. And you know what I see the exact same thing from “neurodivergent” communities and people seem completely unaware of it but the dominant voice is almost 100% people who mask well and fit into society basically fine besides being perceived as a little weird who will punish anyone the second they say or do something a little offputting or that they don’t like or that doesn’t conform to their idea of what you SHOULD be doing for or as an autistic person. One of my favorite things ever as on display here is the number of times I’ve been called ableist for writing in walls of text without paragraph breaks or lack of punctuation and tone even though it’s like a comically autistic trait and I’ve made it about as palatable as it’ll ever get. Sorry I didn’t add a tone indicator lemme do that real quick /HJ (handjob)

[valtsv]

hi i have a question for you mr. loveless so like, when u write absolutely phenomenal things like the "don't bite the hand that feeds you" post do you ever feel like you want to save that for something? like a book? and how do u deal with it being used by someone (w/o credit) or put into something and maybe the idea of it being famous without it being associated with you because personally the fear of losing ownership over my thoughts and creations kinda freak me out but then on tumblr so many things have just made it's rounds and become so famous it's literally part of my vocab without even thinking about where it's from and so many lil tags i read have made my brain jus ?????? so yea that's my que for u also i love ur posts so much like I'm not lover of the gothic vibes like you but how much u jus love the idea of stabbing it's very neat to me thank sorry for the lack pf punctuation if i pause to add it i will edit this post so much i might loose my mind I'm sorry but take care dear cemeterything <3

if i don't share my thoughts because i'm "saving them for something better" then they'll never reach anyone. and if someone decides to claim ownership of something that i came up with, that's a very hollow and short-sighted way to live that brings no satisfaction and i don't envy them. so it just doesn't bother me.

[eyelessfaces]

3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” 🥺 being said to him😭

this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it

masterlist | taglist | ao3

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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. He’s difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.

“You okay?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.

“Yeah” he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.

It doesn’t work; you know his antics all too well. “No–” he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.

“I was thinking– I feel so sorry sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “You’ve never dreamed of this” You put your fork down, more confused than ever.

“What do you mean” you ask with a frown, mouth still full.

“You couldn’t have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rent” he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.

“Llewyn what are you even saying” you scoff.

“I can’t give you anything and it’s fucking sad for you” he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.

“Hey– no” you reach to cover his hand over the table. “What are you– I don’t need you to give me anything,” you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.

“Seriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?” he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.

“Absolutely not.” you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. “I love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think I’m lacking with you.” you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.

“You sure have shit taste babe” he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; “Llewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,” playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.

There it is; a shift in his eyes. “Yeah? And how are you planning to do that” he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.

“I can think of a few ways” you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.

“Yeah? How about you show me,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so you’re pressed tight against him.

“You sure seem a lot better than two minutes ago” you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.

“You can’t expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,” he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.

“Finish eating and we'll take care of that” you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.

“You know what, dinner can easily wait”

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inside llewyn davis taglist: @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt @dowbastan

[lubotomies]

i could be remembering this wrong but wasnt there a trend with badly written tord redemption shit where edd & matt forgave him IMMEDIATELY and tom was portrayed as the bad guy for not also doing that

absolutely correct and you could place money on the bet that it would still be tomtord. also tord would also be unintentionally incredibly guilt-trippy because they wanted him to hate himself for betraying them but cant write nuance so heres my impression of a 2018 tomtord panic attack tord redemption fic that lacks any substance:

''Tom... I-I'm-''

''Sorry?'' Tom interrupted with a snarl. ''Shove it up your arse. I don't want your fake remorse.''

Fake...?

Oh... His chest was feeling tight. His organic hand moved up towards his own heart instinctually, gripping the fabric. His robotic arm reached out to him.

''I-I assure you, my remorse is not fake... I genuinely feel bad for what I've done to you...''

Tom whips around, and Tord stumbles back, startled. Tom takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between them again, jabbing his index finger in his chest.

''Bull. Shit. You don't feel bad at fucking all. You're the same old bastard who blew up our house, killed our neighbour, punched Matt and betrayed Edd's trust! Even if you did feel bad,'' his finger leaves his chest as his hands move up to mime air quotes. ''Feeling bad doesn't undo all that. Feeling bad doesn't make you changed, and it doesn't make you better, it doesn't mean you've learned your lesson and it certainly doesn't mean people should forgive you!''

Tord finds it difficult to breathe now. His heart is thumping in his ears, he thinks if he put his fingers on his wrist to feel for a pulse they'd spring back from the force of his heartbeat. He bites his lip and bows his head as it heats up with shame.

Tom's venomous words have not stopped there.

''You want to make it up to everyone? You want it to be even? Then fucking KILL YOURSELF!!!!'' He punctuates by shoving Tord to the ground.

''I'm sorry.'' Tord whispers. His hands move up to his hair, gripping it tightly as he draws his knees up to his chest. ''I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.''

Tom quirks a brow.

The words tumble out without much thought. ''You're right. I-I shouldn't have come back. I shouldn't h-have asked for forgiveness. I'm worthless, I'm a s-sack of shit.'' He says, still hushed but at least audible. He sniffs, and a hand moves from their place in his hair over to rub away his tears. ''Everyone would be better off if I killed myself. I ruined your lives, and now I'm back making them worse a-again.''

and then it ends with tom feeling bad and trying to forgive tord all the while tord continues to do this dumb ass self-deprecating whining and snivelling and at least 1 panic attack per chapter because tom says cartoonishly evil shit so tord gets his redemption via ;;_;; im sawwddd and have anxwiettyyyyy guilt tripping everyone around him into forgiving him and making them walk on eggshells because if you dont forgive him for murder he'll be saaaaaadddd 😢

[f-oighear]

For the Writer Ask Game with fruits, let me give you some 🍒🍍🍋🍌🍏🍈🫐 for your fruit basket^^

fghjfgjhsd that is indeed a basket. Thanks!

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

I think I've said it several times already but writing Zora and Nebra is always a treat whether it's romantic or platonic. They are so funny.

🍍What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

I like canon divergence! Both for reading and writing, really. I also love time loop stories or time travel stories.

As for AUs I dislike... it'd be settings I don't understand or lack the knowledge to? (and where it's crucial to have that knowledge) Like some historical AUs or the Omegaverse— I've never managed to understand what was going on in the omegaverse.

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

fhdfhjs none. Spice isn't for me, I'm afraid. Vanilla writer 😂

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

Ohhh... I like running jokes. Noelle not having a restraining spell is the only one I can think of right now. I also had a lot of fun with Neran in I'll Follow with references and cultural jokes.

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

I think I overuse italics? It was striking in the middle parts of the Soulmate AU (The Agreement, Where The Heart Is, Stargazers). I caught that upon rereading Where The Heart Is a few months ago (and edited some italics out fhdfdsj). I'm also a sucker for stream of consciousness. Love internal monologues. Will never stop.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

I'd say the Silvas, although I've worked much less with Solid than the other three (I have arguably worked more with the dead OCs than him which is appalling— I'm sorry, Solid).

My favorite head canon about House Silva as a whole is that they are fundamentally seen as 'cursed' by the other two royal houses. I hc that there's only the four Silvas remaining— everyone else is dead or gone— and that's why the current Silva siblings are all so pressed about their reputation. They're alone to fend for themselves.

I think Nebra was clingy as a child. Nozel had a few hiding places in the castle and Nebra found every single one of them. The poor boy could get no peace unless Acier kept Nebra busy to get her eldest some reprieve.

Nebra is messy. She is a pacer, she is a klutz, she is constantly embarrassed by it and hides it behind the usual confident front. It also shows up in several fics of mine but she is absolutely awful at any type of paperwork she attempts on doing.

Nozel doesn't trust his siblings and I think he will tend to fix his siblings' mistakes himself without telling them he did. Especially if it involves squad work. There's also what happened after the dinner of doom in Your World.

Solid was a fussy baby and then a fussy child. Asking for one thing and then crying and yelling because he didn't want that or he wanted it before or he wanted it differently. Fussy.

All Silva siblings have a little box with things that belonged to Acier. Noelle got a few scraps like post cards Acier sent. She has spent so much time trying to copy her mother's handwriting.

Aaaand I think I'll stop here because we're going to sad territory 😂

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

Mmmh... It's a tough one because I don't usually focus on what's not there or not there enough? I think the good thing about BC is that dspite having loads of characters, they're all fleshed out enough for people to get interested in them? You see fans of different characters or minor characters everywhere (so you see head canons and analyses and fics and art about those characters or ships too). So I don't think there's anything lacking or underrated.

Went on a ramble here and digressed, so I'll just answer the question. Favorite underrated thing in my fandom: Early Black Bulls fics! The chaos it must have been. (also, we thank @acacia-may for the ones she wrote, they are incredible)

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds (Book 3) Chapter Eleven

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Eleven: Torn

Summary: Everything just gets so much worse, and (Y/N) makes a decision. So do other people.

Mouse Note: I'll be taking another pause from here since I need to see more of the manga to decide how things go :) I hope you guys understand. Thank you for reading so far with me! (Also, I'm sorry about today)

            An earthquake shook the ground and punctuated (Y/N)’s words. She was absolutely right; Gojo was already on a search to confront Kenjaku. From the city nearby, the buildings trembled, and several still standing crumbled from the force. Gojo’s power was as formidable as ever.

            (Y/N) turned and ran towards the city without saying anything to anyone. She wasn’t going to stand there if there was a chance to face Kenjaku (and Sukuna).

            “(L/N)!” called Itadori in alarm.

            Nanami took off after (Y/N), and several others followed her. The sounds of blows being exchanged was clear as soon as they entered the city. (Y/N) only stopped moving when she arrived at the edge of a battlefield where Kenjaku and Gojo stood across from each other. (Y/N) wanted to step forward, but Nanami grabbed her and pulled her back.

            “No,” he said sternly. “Let Gojo handle this.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t like not being able to fight Kenjaku when there was a chance.

            But everyone else could see Gojo’s gaze as he looked down at Kenjaku. His jacket was torn, and his blindfold was gone. His piercing blue eyes were focused, and he lacked a smile. No one could tell what Gojo was going to do, and with power such as his, it was best to let him move first.

            (Y/N) was the only one who didn’t give a damn, but she wasn’t going to fight against Nanami. (That, and she was saving her energy for when Sukuna appeared).

            “It’s been a while, no?” said Kenjaku, smirking at Gojo. “Have a nice rest?”

            “I think you should pick your words more wisely.” Gojo looked down upon Kenjaku. “They’re about to be your last.”

            Limitless activated, and red struck down at Kenjaku, but it collided into something midair. Everyone squinted against the wind and light until it cleared. Gojo landed and narrowed his eyes at the new arrival who had blocked his attack.

            “Heh. I’ve got a new body, but I’m still gonna kill you,” said Sukuna, standing across from Gojo in a yukata of black and white. Ren and Uraume stood beside him.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and her curse marks glowed faintly as her emotions were sent into a whirl upon seeing Megumi’s face again. Sukuna was still manipulating him and treating his body as his own, and (Y/N) despised it. The hatred she felt for Sukuna was deeper than any other she had ever felt. He was trying to take Megumi from her.

            Gojo’s eyes narrowed, but he grinned wildly. “You ran away from Yuuji and (Y/N), but now you wanna talk tough? How sad, dude!”

            “How dare you?” hissed Uraume, narrowing their eyes as frost collected around them.

            Gojo moved faster than the eye could see and struck Uraume, sending them flying before they could activate their technique. Ren caught them and dodged the next blow from Gojo as Mastermind calculated his next attack.

            “Tch. You again,” said Gojo as he regarded her. She had helped imprison him in the Prison Realm, and it was clear her intelligence was formidable.

            Ren didn’t respond and kept a watch on Uraume. They were her priority, not Gojo. Not when there was too much for her and Uraume to worry about already. She glanced at the other watchers of the confrontation.

            Sukuna tensed, and his cursed energy activated to retaliate against Gojo for attacking his spouse and wife. (Y/N)’s cold cursed energy collected, and a katana began to form in her hand as she readied herself to join the fight. Damn Kenjaku and Gojo’s power, she wanted to force Sukuna out of Megumi’s body.

            “Wait, Sukuna,” said Kenjaku, jumping down beside Sukuna. “Keep your promise to me before fighting him.”

            Sukuna and (Y/N)’s cursed energy dissipated as the beginning of the fight was interrupted.

            Gojo smirked. “The almighty Sukuna is taking orders from that patched up old bag?” However, he was disguising his true thoughts. Clearly, Kenjaku and Sukuna were close in some sort of binding vow. That presented problems Gojo would need to handle.

            Sukuna paused and sighed dramatically. “Very well.”

            “What’s the date?” said Gojo.

            “November nineteenth,” said Kenjaku.

            “What say we do this December twenty-fourth?” suggested Gojo.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Was Gojo really organizing a time to fight Sukuna? What about saving Megumi? What about bringing him back? Gojo was throwing that away.

            “Ha!” Kenjaku laughed. “Isn’t it gross to make plans with each other on Christmas Eve?”

            “Well, having two death anniversaries would be confusing,” said Gojo.

            (Y/N)’s curse marks had energy coursing through them in an icy reminder of what Gojo was suggesting. Fighting Sukuna. Killing Sukuna. Killing Megumi.

            “You don’t expect to lose?” said Kenjaku.

            “Hah.” Gojo smirked and looked steadily upon Kenjaku. “No.”

            Sukuna smirked. “We shall see.”

            Then he turned away and jumped out of the pit with Ren and Uraume behind him. Kenjaku gave Gojo a wave, turned to face the watchers above, smirked at (Y/N) who narrowed her eyes in response, and left.

            Gojo waited until the curses were gone before leaving the battlefield. Instantly, the group of sorcerers waiting for him ran to meet him.

            “Gojo-sensei!” cried Itadori, running up to hug him.

            Gojo smiled at Itadori, relieved to see that at least one of his students was relatively alright. Just by looking over everyone else he could tell that so much had gone wrong since he was sealed.

            “Welcome back,” said Ieri, smiling slightly. Maki nodded to him.

            “It’s about time,” said Nanami.

            “It is,” said Gojo, smiling.

            His eyes passed over the group. His gaze saddened upon seeing Maki and Nanami’s scars, and his eyes widened as he saw Tsumiki awake and present at the back of the group. Sadly, she had not been seen by Megumi, and Sukuna had retained the tight control he had over the boy’s soul.

            And then his eyes landed on (Y/N), and he was met with a completely different girl than the one he had when he had left. (Y/N)’s gloves were gone, leaving an array of curse marks bare to the air, and her hair was partly white. The most extreme change, however, was her eyes. Instead of an emotionless expression, there was a cold fury as she gazed at him.

            “(Y/N)?” he said, almost questioning if this was the same student he had before.

            “Are you really going to kill Sukuna?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes,” said Gojo.

            “What about Megumi?” asked Tsumiki, clasping her hands together.

            “You know your brother. He’d want to protect you and everyone else first. If that means killing Sukuna, then you know what he’d be willing to risk,” said Gojo.

            “Sacrifice Megumi to kill Sukuna?” hissed (Y/N), clenching her fists. Her emotions were raging within her and spilled out in a way she never allowed herself to show to others.

            “Yes,” said Gojo. He gazed at (Y/N), saddened. “You know it’s what he’d want.”

            “I don’t care what he would want,” said (Y/N) fiercely. “I want to save Megumi.”

            Itadori looked down. “(L/N), I know how Fushiguro feels right now.” He too had been willing to sacrifice himself to kill Sukuna.

            “And I said I don’t care,” snapped (Y/N), whirling on Itadori. Her eyes blazed silver.

            “(Y/N),” said Gojo. “I’m doing what’s necessary to protect the world.”

            “What about protecting Megumi?” said (Y/N).

            “The world is more important,” said Gojo.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, bright silver irises piercing into Gojo’s blue. “You might be willing to sacrifice the people you care about, but I’m not.”

            Gojo started at the sharp words.

            “I won’t sit here and watch you kill Megumi,” said (Y/N), clenching her fists.

            “Sukuna has consumed his soul already,” said Gojo softly, sadly.

            “No. Megumi’s still alive,” said (Y/N).

            Gojo’s eyes softened. (Y/N) was unwilling to see the truth that he could see. Megumi was gone. “(Y/N)—”

            “I would know if he was gone,” said (Y/N). She held her hand over her heart. “I would know. But he’s not. I can feel it.”

            “It took me time to realize the Suguru I knew was gone, too,” said Gojo softly. “I understand, (Y/N).”

            “If you understand, then you know I won’t stand by while you fight Sukuna and risk killing Megumi,” said (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), you can’t fight Sukuna,” said Gojo.

            “You don’t know what I can and can’t do,” said (Y/N), and her curse marks lit up.

            “(Y/N).” Nanami reached out to (Y/N). “Don’t go running into a battle you can’t win. Fushiguro-kun wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

            (Y/N) paused and looked at Nanami. Now that did get to her. Megumi wouldn’t want her running into battle and getting herself killed. (Y/N) knew that. But…

            “I can’t sit by and support Gojo hurting him,” said (Y/N). She took a step back. “I won’t.”

            “What are you doing, (Y/N)?” asked Tsumiki.

            “I’m leaving.”

            Itadori’s eyes widened with Tsumiki’s, and Nanami started. Gojo gazed at (Y/N) worriedly.

            “You’re what?” he said.

            “I’m leaving,” repeated (Y/N), gazing at Gojo steadily. “I refuse to watch you hurt Megumi.”

            “(Y/N),” said Gojo, reaching out to her.

            “I’m sorry,” said (Y/N), backing away. “But I can’t stay here if it means supporting Megumi getting killed.” She crouched, and cursed energy condensed around her.

            “(Y/N)!” said Nanami, reaching out to the girl he viewed as his own daughter, and she cast a sad look at him. Nanami’s eyes widened, and he tried to grab her, but she leapt into the air and disappeared into the city. “(Y/N)!”

            She refused to look back again.

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            (Y/N) came to a stop within the city only when she felt new cursed energy around her. It was no one she knew, and she pivoted, striking through a wall of ice with her katana before it hit her. The monk, Uraume, that had been by Sukuna side stood a ways away from her.

            “Here without your lord?” said (Y/N), glancing around her.

            “Yes.”

            (Y/N) whirled, but it was too late. The powerful attack from Uraume had obscured the subtler cursed energy of Ren, and she was behind (Y/N) already. She sunk a needle into the half-curse’s neck, and (Y/N) fell limp.

            “Ordinarily, I’d not risk Uraume,” said Ren. “But to trap you…I needed to obscure your senses.”

            “What’re you…” (Y/N) tried to force the words out, but her body was numb.

            “Just relax,” said Ren, picking up (Y/N) and carrying her into the building.

            All (Y/N) could do was look around herself at the building. It was an observatory with the canopy open to point at the moon and stars.

            “It worked?”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Nox, her father, stepped out of the shadows.

            “Yes,” said Ren as Nox took (Y/N) from her. “Uraume had to expend much of their energy, but they managed to obscure my cursed energy.” She glanced at (Y/N) before returning to look at Nox. “We’re fortunate it worked. A second time and her senses would have already adapted.”

            “My children are fast learners,” said Nox, kneeling and supporting (Y/N).

            “What…” (Y/N) tried to speak again, but the words just weren’t coming.

            “Relax, my star,” said Nox, smiling gently at her. “This is all for the best.”

            Ren glanced up at the moon in the sky. “It’s best to start now. This will take time, and the moon is at its zenith.”

            Nox nodded and cupped (Y/N)’s face. “I promise, my star, everything is going to be alright. This time, I’ll protect you. I won’t lose you again.” He smiled kindly at his daughter.

            And then Nox tore out (Y/N)’s heart.

            She cried out, and her visions blurred as her body tried helplessly to keep going. “N-No…”

            “It’s all going to be okay,” promised Nox, holding (Y/N)’s black heart in his hand.

            (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and her body went limp. Her torso was broken open at the chest. Blood and gore fell from where her heart should be. However, within the cavern, the hint of stars stared out, like she held the sky itself inside her chest, making up for the lack of heart.

[theinfiknight]

ASKS BE UPON YE!!!!!

1, (post a pic of ur current favourite blorb) 4, 7, 11, 27, 35, 40, 49, aaaaaaaaaaaaand 56!

Ok ok I've put this off long enough

1) Selfie of me:

Me with the pals (the post never specified the selfie had to be irl)

4) What are you looking forward to

Weeerrllll, I might eat some real nice spicy korean noodles tomorrow and even better, I might get to read the Avatar Roku novel next week! Yippee!

7) What was your life like last year

Hmmmmmm, kinda bad actually. I had taken a gap year from college to try and start HRT but couldn't find a single psychiatrist willing to take me seriously. I was basically just rotting away in my room while also running around the city humoring people who were trying to psychoanalyse me with an archiac and invalidating framework. Things are a lot better now in comparison.

11) Are you listening to music right now?

Yeah! It's Keiran's theme from Pokemon scarlet violet. My favourite pokemon rival since N

27) Things I hate

Hoo ok. Brace yourself.

Power outages. Hot food that's gone cold. People who are thoughtlessly mean, people hating on something you like after you told them you like it. People who live entirely inside their own heads. Random old men for some reason being allowed to decide your life. The inevitability of entropy. The fragility of human existence. Stupidly low catch rates on pokemon (whyyyyyy does magby or mantyke or sudowoodo need to be nigh uncatchable). The after effects of colonisation that define my life. Planned obsolescence. Vanilla ice cream. The fact that anything you can think of has been done better by others before you. People who spread hate and fear on an industrial scale for personal gain. Stories that treat characters as archetypes or plot devices instead of people. Random old men for some reason deciding that people on the other side of the earth need to die and then directly causing their deaths and facing no consequences for it. Comphet. The way Fushiguro is being treated in jjk. The way Sasuke and Sakura were treated in Naruto. The trivialisation of super Saiyan god immediately after it was introduced. Wasted potential. Random chance. The lack of any sort of higher justice. The fact that you have to pay separately to access Nintendo online services. Paid dlc that costs more than the base game. The short lifespan of hard drives. Too much nutmeg. The fact that you can randomly lose abilities you've had all your life. The Police. JKR. The power parents have over children. The anime pervert trope. Gender essentialism. What the main continuity Marvel comic writers have been doing to Spiderman for the last few years. The inevitable enshittification to the point of unusability of every company we rely on for society to function. The stock market. The intricacies of punctuation. The desecration and reanimation of long beloved works of art for the sake of short term profit. Monopolies. Teachers who do not see students as people. Generative AI. The incredible height of the skill ceiling of today's industry standards. The power shareholders wield over public utilities. Authors who cannot or more often do not bother to write female characters as people. People who treat real world problems like thought experiments. The fact that scissors get gradually less usable with time. Doctors who can no longer see humans as anything but cases. The disproportionate power of the USA. Having to 2D animate. Guns(sorry, I know you like those). The oversaturation of absolutely everything. Surveillance cameras. Visas. The trend of making characters who had bad parents also end up as bad parents to their kids. People's egos. Games with chairs and benches that do not allow the player character to ever sit. Organised religion. The pokemon diamond and pearl remakes. Songs that require more than two hands to properly play on the piano. Airport security. Gender segregated queues. Things that were once free, now costing money. Social media algorithms. Myself.

So yeah. You asked.

35) Favourite subject

Mildly embarrassing because I don't have very much in depth knowledge on any one subject but I have surface level knowledge of many. So my favourite subject would be maybe Pokemon or well done high fantasy. Or really just any engaging story with characters that feel organic. Bonus points for a well thought out magic system, more points if the story actually has a message, and even more points if the writing is smart, funny and well thought out. Needless to say I consider Terry Pratchett to be the absolute peak of literature.

40) Favourite memory

Ooh this is a tough one. Hmmm.

The exact moment when you defeat Giratina in Pokemon Legends Arceus and you think the battle is over and then the flatline plays and the music changes into its Pokemon Platinum theme and it turns into its Origin Form and you're just there staring at the screen and physically yelling with excitement.

Apart from that I had some pretty good times back when I lived in hostel, staying up overnight playing smash bros with my two then best friends. I miss those guys and those times.

49) Where I want to be right now

Honestly I'd be entirely satisfied being exactly where I am now, only without the uncertainty ruling my life.

Aaaaaaand

56) Favourite foods:

Buldak noodles, naan and paneer butter masala, a good spicy burger with spicy mayo and jalapenos, anything chocolate based that's well thought out, chilli chipotle chicken rice bowl, nachos with salsa, a nice spicy paneer or chicken wrap, chilli mushrooms or baby corn, Lotus stem when it's prepared dry, underbaked chocolate cake with ice cream, a nice spicy salad, just chilli paneer/chicken in general. Also a decent pizza. Or a good spicy vegetable sandwich.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

🍊🍏🍐🍇 for the fruit emoji ask! Feel free to answer whatever is most interesting to you 😊

hihihi thanks for the ask! answers under the cut cause this could get long lol

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

FIVES!!! For the fact that he's pretty much the most important person in Echo's life (or at least was) (sorry bskjdsfk), I really don't write for him often enough. He's usually either just in a memory or a dream where he's warped by Echo's perception. I have a WIP that will let me tap into his character a little more (and even explore how he would interact with the Bad Batch) and I'm very excited to get working on it!! I just.... need to have Slow Down finished first lol.

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

Em dashes. And maybe italics. And like single sentence "revelation" paragraphs or whatever for dramatic effect lol. (and outside of fic writing I use "lol" too much like gIRL but it's just my default "don't take this too seriously" thing and I almost used it again right there) (I blame my best friend) (literally never used it before her and now I can never go back aghhhhhh)

I definitely use the trope of like "oh fuck, they're hurt" a lot, but personally I will never get tired of that so it doesn't count as overusing. totally.

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

Characters not giving two shits about a traumatizing event or something. Like, they'll have the characters witness the literal death of their established best friend and then WALK AWAY. And they NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN RAHHHHHKJDGJBSGD im totally over the citadel arc as we can all tell. and tech's death. and that scene where Rex mentions Fives and they just kEEP WALKING WTFFFF

Anyway yeah, that's basically the reason I got into writing fanfic. I didn't like the lack of detail or time spent focusing on different events and I wanted to give the characters some time to actually work through things.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Crosshair putting his hand on Echo's shoulder after previously having gotten punched in the face for saying "I would've left him for dead" like GIRLLLLLLL be so fucking fr rn. And like I'll never write a fic based solely on that scene, but that moment and what it means has seeped into every single fic I write with the two of them because they just work together so well its insane.

And other than that, most times it's scenes that don't happen that I end up writing about. For example, Echo learning about Fives' death or the time between TCW and TBB where Echo bonds w/ the batch and we just??? don't get to see it???? yeah so I'll never stop writing abt all that I think

Anyway, sorry this was kinda long but thanks so much for the ask!!!

[edenthepanman]

I wrote this late at night and half dead from a headache so it might sound like I'm on drugs. Also, sorry for the awkward layout and lack of punctuation.

I think Sniper doesn't have a birth certificate. And I will explain why and how he dealt with it until the present.

He landed out of nowhere into the middle of the outback as we know from the comics. Living in the outskirts of (possibly) a small village means that maybe only a handful of people knew about him. I don't really see why they would bother making the documents. His parents perhaps feared that they'll get asked where they got the baby or something.

There isn't much about his school life so I'm going more on hc here. The most plausible option to me is the town's church held classes, something like church school or sunday school. I don't think the local pastor and nuns would ask you about your papers. Being accepted in there with the "I know your father" mentality. Or maybe he was homeschooled idk.

Getting out of Australia without any kind of passport surely was a challenge but not impossible. Latter in life I think he decided to not get a certificate as to stay off grid even further. He saw it as not existing in the eye of society. Basically, he doesn't legally exist.

Now you can disagree and stuff and most probably I'm completely wrong and there's something in the comics to make this theory fall apart. It would be kinda funny tho if Spy searched his files and absolutely nothing came up about him.

[drev-the-procrastinator]

I followed you here from your hands, grasping fic on AO3 and was hoping you could please point me to the additional context that you mentioned. Thanks so much! - Jagodzianka on AO3

P.S. I also wanted to thank you for commenting on some of my fics a while back. Rereading your comments absolutely helped me get through some writer's block and l am incredibly grateful!

Aaaaaa my goodness! First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for the lovely comment you left on the fic!! That and this ask were so nice to wake up to!! Especially when they're coming from such a talented and amazing writer as yourself!! I'm really glad my comments were helpful, and let me tell you every word of praise was very much deserved uvu But oh yeah of course! Though it's less "point to" and more "tell you right here" because thus far the context has just been living in my google docs :D So it happens directly before the fic itself, because what happened was I came up with one scene, but then for some unfathomable reason when I wrote it down I only wrote what hands, grasping has?? And not this?? Instead I wrote this later, and by then the fic itself was already in a whole different style, and it was a whole mess. But yeah, here it is! (It's from the google doc so sorry for the lack of proper punctuation!) _

Further context: maybe a couple of days after they go through the portal in thanks to them, the group’s looking for something, someone, anything, and have made their way to the head, or whatever remains of it now. perhaps a part of the place they were exploring collapses and luz and hunter are separated from the rest.

they try to find a way back to the others, but something happens - maybe it’s some sort of beast that tries to attack them, maybe it’s a trap belos had set to keep unwelcome visitors from his portal that’s somehow remained intact, idk, but there’s a moment where, be it a fight or a trap, hunter takes a hit heading for luz and while she neutralizes whatever caused it, he’s kinda. flung over to a fun little cliff that’s the edge of a chasm that had appeared when the collector was remodeling the place, and luz just barely manages to grab his hand as his grip on the edge fails, and thus where we’re at now

"It… it can't hold us both." his breaths are not fast and panicked - he is making a visible effort to keep them even, but the terror is otherwise crystal clear. his voice shakes as he speaks. she sees him observe the strained vines gripping her legs; the cliff she can feel crumbling beneath her. there's an underlying note of something like resignation in his voice. she doesn't get it, until his eyes flicker to her hands gripping his and back to her and then she does.

"N-no", she says, commands almost, like by just saying it she could will it into existence and banish that thought out of his head. she doesn't have the strength to try to pull them up anymore - she can only hold on. her eyes burn. "But- but what about Flapjack? He saved your life for a reason! You can't just… give up!"

"Maybe it was for this reason", he says, his voice somehow so small and his eyes wide and afraid, chest heaving with shallow breaths, and in that moment all she wants is to hug him because he looks so young-

and he has the gall to, for just a split second, smile a trembling smile even through the terror, as though he was fine with it, as though giving his life for someone just like that was a victory, and the words are almost even as he swallows and says: "If it was, I'm… I’m glad."

(but then - the mindscape, the countless cracked masks - maybe to him it was, to one made to be used and to die and to be replaced, maybe it was a victory to die for something he chose himself, something that mattered, for someone important to him—)

(all that the fear in his eyes, the shallow breaths, the tremble in his smile, the way his hands desperately grip hers, white from the pressure, fingers digging into her skin, all of it screams I WANT TO LIVE—)

a horrible crack echoes throughout the cavern and dust rains down. his eyes flit away, to whatever cracks have appeared into the rock, but she can't bring herself to look away from his face. it blurs behind a stinging film of tears. _

And then hands, grasping follows directly from here. There is also a little bit of what happens after, but I won't add it here, it's long enough as is ajdsafas. Please don't hesitate to ask more about it though, I love talking about my fics haha.

Thank you for the comment, the ask, and I hope you enjoyed! :)

[soft--dragon]

hello soft—dragon!! i’m very sorry to be a bother, and i don’t mean to rush you on any terms.. but i was wondering if you have any tips for beginner artists? like maybe what to do if you have writer’s block?

again i am not forcing you to answer at all and am just curious as you are a great role model of mine and i have admired your work ^^

so get to this whenever you can, or don’t! anything’s ok with me, have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening/dawn!

Hi Fengári :D 💙

You're not being a bother at all sweetheart, don't apologise for sending a message, my inbox is open to everyone <3

Any tips for beginner writers? Well, I'll list some and we'll see if they're any help to you ^^

When starting out a new fic/mini story, I tend to think about the general plot or storyline I want. It never has to be concrete, it usually changes with time so giving yourself that flexibility to shift ideas around is helpful. Consider what you want the outcome to be for the characters and something you want to happen to them - e.g they get a hug, they get a kiss, they get hit, they get sad, they get angry, ect. When you have the idea of the story plot, you can make a start on the writing

What I sometimes tend to do with writing, is create some set up or scene setting because I like creating an in-depth scenario for my readers. The story background before the main plot will be very dependant on characters and universe the characters are set in. By giving more context you're providing a clearer image for the reader to visualize.

Sometimes I struggle with an intro, so what I do is either start at the middle and move forwards, or write the ending itself first. When that's done, I'll work backwards to make an intro and link the start, middle and end to have a clean, concise flow. It's an odd method, but it works for me as I'm setting the main point and just having to add the extra bits around it to make a fic

Dialogue, to put it simply, sucks ass sometimes. Writing speech for characters can be really difficult to articulate and seem accurate to the people talking. When I write, I tend to put on a video or episode with the person I'm writing about so I can hear their speech patterns and figure out ways they'd speak to others. That helps create an accurate depiction of your writing subject

This is probably me being picky, but I hate using the same word twice. For instance the word 'said' is very overused in books sometimes, so it's really good to add more variety. Words like 'chirped', 'snarked', 'spat', 'hissed', ect are all good replacements and gives more insight into how the character is speaking. Repetition of a word can be annoying and take you out of the story, this is something that's happened to me before

Punctuation. Grammar. Correct paragraphing. These are important. While it can seem like a grievance to do so much work for your fic, it is so good to see it and helps the flow of the story. A story with a lack of grammar and punctuation can be difficult to read, and that will lose you readers. By putting in the effort to correct your story's punctuation, you're strengthening your writing abilities. Reading your story aloud will provide some insight into where to put commas or end the sentence. Adding a comma or full stop after a character speaks helps with the pacing of the story. Making the paragraphs fairly big won't seem overwhelming for the reader, keep them at a moderate size

Writers block is the absolute worst. I hate it. My way of coping with it is jotting down story points I want to happen and working on it in bits and pieces to build up the flow again. They never have to be concise at the start, they could go; "Character A is looking over the water" to "Character B rips Character A's arm off". How did this happen?? That's what you're picking apart to build up.

Another thing I do to handle writers block is read other people's stories and headcanons, it helps spark your own ideas and how you could integrate them into your story. One thing I will say, and I cannot lament this enough, DO NOT JUST STEAL THE IDEA FROM SOMEONE ELSE AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN. You're more than allowed to gain inspiration from them, of course you are, but outright stealing the concept is just wrong. Anyway, reading other people's stories is also really cool because holy shit some people are talented and deserve praise for their stuff. Reblog! Comment! Give Kudos! Bookmark! Talk in the tags! Whatever platform you're using to read, make sure to give the writer praise and love because it helps them keep creating!! <3

It's always good to look back on your work with fresh eyes! If you're struggling to write something, take a break and work on something else then return to it. You'll notice any typos, mistakes or story issues by coming back after a while, and you'll be able to continue the story (trust me this works)

If there's anything else you need some tips/advice/help with writing, my inbox is open ^^ I hope you're having a wonderful day/night love (/p), thank you for sending in your ask :D

[writingsbychlo]

CHLO CHLO CHLO HELLO

i have like absolutely no idea if u remember me but i’m the anon who always ends her asks with like love u kisses mwah mwah like i’m that anon (pretty sure i’ve said it to kier and maybe jess too??)

but that’s not the point the point is that I STARTED MY FUCKING PERIOD TODAY AND IM IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS WEEK SO IM IN SM PAIN AND UNDER SM STRESS also i was debating whether or not i should curl my hair on thurs

anyways that’s my life update how ru??

also ik my lack of punctuation is kinda off putting but i promise i usually do use punctuation lol

also i just remembered that im also the manacled anon (and this was a while ago, but also the eating disorder girlie)

ok love you kisses mwah mwah ❤️❤️

LOL HELLO DARLING

I’m sorry about the period pains, that sucks :( but I’m glad to see you again! also I know your finals week will be over now, but I just know you did the very best you could, and now you can relax!

life is super hectic and stressful for me too lately. my final uni project for this year is due in two weeks! and then I’m free til october to do nothing but read and write and honestly I can’t wait.

I hope you are doing well other than those two things! kisses back to you, xx

[bone-pile-rp]

"ALUCARD YOU OLD MAN!" Darck's voice shouted, as she came stepping out of a shadow near by, arms waving in the air dramatically. "I need to know how the fuck you handle younger people being absolute dumbasses, how in the hell do you not strangle younger vampires? Because I am this close to snapping necks."

Alucard casts his eyes down to the huffing and fuming halfling as she paces and swings about. It tickles him with amusement somewhere deep in the cockles of his cold heart to see her so flustered. Someone must have plucked at her last nerve.

“And a good morrow to you as well.” He comments dryly with sarcasm at her eruptious entrance.

“I often ask myself that about you. On the other end of the stick this time, are we?” One of his signature Little Shit Grins punctuates his face as he drags out giving an answer. He shant deny himself a moment to gloat and fan the flames of her frustration. It’s one of his favorite activities.

“I am sorry to say, but my answer may disappoint you. For it is not will power alone that tethers me from inflicting hard lessons onto those with a lack of common sense.” It’s Integra. Mostly Integra. He isn’t allowed to bite unless given the command, like the good dog he is.

“So then, why not grasp their throats for a moment since you can?” He tilts his head to the side down at her. “I would implore it, little fledgling.” Alucards answers are usually laced with some form of violence. Whether it’s the best advice or not is to be determined.

[gaykneecaps]

Who is timothy dexter??

i recommend reading his wiki page :) but, if youd prefer not to read his wiki page, here is a summary:

Timothy dropped out of school at age 8, and remained illiterate for the rest of his life (despite being a published author later on). He married a rich widow as a young adult and then, after/during the revolutionary war, bought a HUGE amount of continental currency (which was now useless) because no one else wanted it, and everyone laughed at him because he just wasted half of his fortune, but then continental currency became worth a small amount and he doubled his wealth. He bestowed upon himself the title 'lord timothy dexter' despite the fact that he was not a lord, and asked his local government for a political title which they refused to give him until he hastled them for long enough that they gave him the title 'reporter of deer' (there were no deer in Massachusetts, where he lived) and he was like 'yeah thats good enough'. And the local aristocrats really did not like him. So they tried to bankrupt him, of course. They each come up to him, time and time again, and give him the WORST POSSIBLE buisness advice. and he takes it! every single time he takes it and he does it with huge amounts of enthusiasm but crazy circumstances mean that he makes a huge amount of profit. example: someone tells him to ship coals to newcastle, he does not realise that this is an idiom for doing something unneccesary because newcastle is a coal mining town, and does it, but by the time it arrives all the workers are on strike and he makes a huge profit. Another example: Someone tells him to ship bedheating pans to the carribean where they absolutely do not need bedheating pans because its tropical, and he says yes that is a GREAT IDEA and so he does it, and the people in the carribean sell them as ladels and he makes a huge profit, but he takes this to mean that scientists were in fact wrong and the carribean is really fucking cold and so he sends them a bunch of like mittens and sweaters and stuff, but they arrive just in time to be intercepted by a ship that was headed to siberia, so he again made a huge profit. he also: accidentally hoarded whale bones, and sold them for corset stays, as well as rounded up a bunch of stray cats on the coast and sent them to a country where there were NOT cats before (sorry i cant remember the name of the country)... and they welcome a solution to their pre-existing pest problems and keep them as pets.

After all this, he decides to write a book. And he is still illiterate, by the way. He calls it: 'a pickle for the knowing ones'. So this book has like a singular full stop the entire book, and the spelling is ATROCIOUS- my favourite quote is: 'jorge washeton'. And the book somehow becomes suppper popular, but ofc everyone complains about the lack of punctuation. His response? release a second edition. But the only thing he changes, the only thing at all, is to add a page at the end that has a line of full stops, a line of commas, etc- and instructions to 'peper and solt' them as you will. He spends most of the book complaining about his wife- which brings us to our next point, his family.

He did not have a great relationship with his wife, mainly because when he had people over when they would ask about his wife and how she was, etc, he would point at her and say that that was not, in fact, his wife, but the local ghost. yeah. He did a bunch of other stuff as well, (such as faking his death to see how people would react and getting mad at his wife for not crying enough at his fake wake) i again reccomend reading his wiki! hope this helps.