#this got sappy fast

[astrobei]

hi about to expose myself so hard for being nothing more than a giant sappy ball of sentiment and mush under a suni astrobi mask but ! apparently i’ve written over 250,000 words this year and that + all the positivity on the dash today has got me in a Mood okay!! (continue for proof of me being a Loser ⬇️)

ok yeah so according to my ao3 statistics i wrote over 250,000 words this year alone which is. that’s insane. especially considering i didn’t post anything until august so that’s EXTRA insane. you’re telling me i wrote 250,000 words in FOUR MONTHS? for reference, in all my past fandoms i wrote maybe one or two works and then dipped. mind you, the longest fic i wrote before this was 12k words. (yeah. i know.)

anyways!! not to be gross and mushy and weird on main but i just wanted to thank everyone who follows this blog or has read my writing ever for literally being the Best <3 if you asked january suni what she thought she’d be doing in december, writing fanfiction would not have been anywhere near her list of guesses. so much changed for me so fast this year and i started writing again over the summer as a form of escapism, but i never expected to be welcomed into a community so fast !! coming on here and talking to people has literally been life changing and i’ve made some of my best friends ever in my whole life through this website and i am so thankful for that 🫂 it honestly blows my mind whenever someone tells me they look up to my writing or that they find me intimidating or if they express shock at me following them back or anything like that because i’m just me !! just some gal who cringes writing kiss scenes and can write tens of thousands of words on her phone but not a laptop. for some reason. (?)

i know i would not have been nearly as inspired if i hadn’t met all of you and i literally cannot express how grateful i am for all the friends i’ve made here !! just know that if we’ve ever talked, even just once, or if we’re mutuals or even if you’re here reading this !! i appreciate you all so so much and i can’t wait to go into 2023 with you guys <333 and let’s see if we can hit 500k words next year 🥳🥳🥳

[showfallfoodcourtemployee]

ok all jokes aside

just living is actually so fun

just being in the moment

looking over this place on top of this roof

it’s just

idk how to describe it

breathtaking??

that sounds so corny but it’s really how i feel rn

[good-beanswrites]

I wanted to bring up a silly ship idea. Just for fun.

03, 06, 09, 10

Was this before Kotoko attacked them? After? I dunno.

Thoughts?

YES the cringefail 20yo polycule 👏👏👏 Thank you for the request! I've seen a lot about the individual pairs, so it was really fun to think about all their dynamics together! I have a set of hcs that could work in the current canon Milgram, and then a normal au set because it's so fun thinking about them :3

Milgram-focused

The I’m-a-loner-who’s-doing-it-for-justice-don’t-TOUCH-me pair finally meet their match when confronted with the I-loved-someone-so-much-and-don’t-plan-on-stopping pair. They all go into the relationship with grand ideas of love: they think it’s all heroic acts of saving, massive gestures or love, and dramatic confessions. Over time, they realize the real heroism/romance is in the little things. 

Mahiru has her hands full with three people who neglect themselves for the sake of their work/interests, but she always loves feeding them and helping give them what they need. In turn, they can give her more affection and attention than she could ever ask for. They make sure someone is always around to spend time with her.

Each of the three is a perfect match for dealing with John’s reveal. Mahiru is calming and helps tone down Mikoto’s initial stress. Fuuta is honest and will help Mikoto finally confront his own situation and move forward. And since Kotoko can match his strength, Mikoto doesn’t need to be afraid of accidentally hurting anyone. Mikoto becomes less stressed with the overall situation as well as more accepting of himself/John.

I always love the idea that Fuuta is secretly starstruck by Kotoko and John’s strength. He’ll never admit how much he admires their ability to stand up and fight. He feels really safe around them. He’s glad to have the opportunity to fight for someone else, too – he likes to be Mahiru’s self-proclaimed protector and hero. (Even though most of the time she can stand up for herself, she still likes letting him take care of her.)

Kotoko’s experiences let her hold solid conversations with everyone. She’s similar enough to Fuuta where they share some interests (social issues, schooling, etc.) She understands hard work and burnout to earn Mikoto’s respect. She understands physical strength to earn John’s. She has a lot of people-knowledge, so she can gossip and talk about Tokyo life to Mahiru (Mappi’s doing most of the ‘gossiping,’ but Kotoko has solid additions). She's a good listener and has a good memory, so everyone feels heard by her.

They start to rub off on each other. Mahiru and Mikoto learn to be a bit tougher in standing up for herself. Fuuta, John, and Kotoko learn to take a breath before jumping right to violence. They stay very much who they are, but pick up on just a few habits that make their lives easier.

Their styles also influence one another: Fuuta gets pointers from all three about piercing his ears (though it takes him a long time to get up the nerve to do it). Mahiru helps the others dress more trendy and boost their confidence, and they teach her to worry less about her appearance and relax more. 

If they get together T1, Kotoko is shocked by the T1 verdicts. She might pull away from everyone in initial horror, but after developing a relationship ahead of time, she doesn’t follow through with her attacks. If not, then maybe in T3 when Kotoko is suffering from her guilty verdict, Mahiru and Mikoto are able to bridge the gap and develop a friendship, leading to more. Fuuta would take longer to come around, but I think seeing Kotoko got through the same pain as him, his hero instincts would kick in and he’d gradually help. 

Normal-au

Mahiru once again tries out her lovers’ interests, and gets a bunch of new hobbies. Fuuta teaches her to game, she works out with Kotoko, and she tries out photography with Mikoto. She becomes close with Fuuta’s beautician sister, and enjoys bonding over fashion and hair. She helps redye Mikoto’s hair, and give the other two pointers on style now and then. When going to nicer events, she and Mikoto have to step in and stop the others from their sneaker/hoodie combos. As the only one with a license, she’s the designated driver at all events, but doesn’t mind. 

Fuuta uses his tech skills to set up social media accounts for the others. He helps Mahiru network her flower shop, fighting anyone who leaves a bad comment/review. He helps set up a complex online portfolio for Mikoto. He and Kotoko still have a passion for justice, and he becomes the tech brains behind her vigilante operations (very Ron Stoppable - Kim Possible) It’s not necessarily healthy growth, but they’re happy with it lmao

Mikoto is the only full-time worker, the others are all still in university, and he makes sure to keep them all on track. He knows the most efficient tricks and cheats about getting papers done, pulling all-nighters, and cramming before an exam. The others have learned to spot when he’s burning himself out for others, and will stop him when he tries to take on too much. They’ll take care of him and force him to rest. While he can still get into a bit of trouble, John learns to call them first and get some help. 

Kotoko has trained herself to find people and information easily to catch criminals, but she finds use for it in much more mundane ways – she tracks down clients for Mahiru, snoops around Mikoto’s company to make sure he’s being treated right, and keeps an eye out for the people Fuuta is calling out and/or hanging out with. She goes on runs with Mahiru, and bike rides with Mikoto. Fuuta tags along sometimes to strengthen his legs for soccer. 

There’s definitely potential for them all to have their murders pre- or mid- relationship, and they help one another improve themselves and heal. I’m also a sucker for the relationship itself to cause them to change their ways and narrowly avoid the murder in the first place. (For the latter, Mahiru would ironically be the last to join the relationship, since she’d still be with her bf until the other three inspire her to break it off with him gently.)

[todorokistheories]

As an older mha fan it's been so strange to see these characters throughout all of my life stages.

Little 12yr old me used to watch it and root for deku to beat bakugou's ass. Mha was the first anime I wasn't ridiculed for liking bc everyone liked it. I was able to talk about something I loved with ppl my age for the first time in years.

At age 13 for the first time in media I saw a family that was like mine and finally had a way to verbalize my life in a way that ppl could understand.

When I was 15 I remember actually realizing that things aren't as black and white as they seem when it comes to ppl like bakugou.

2020 mha tiktok both saved and haunted me. Some of the most depraved shit was there but it was still comforting to know that no matter what, it was there.

I was 19yrs old and started working with teenagers I suddenly understood what Aizawa and the other teachers felt. I had problem children of my own for the first time.

Now I'm 21 and they're all grown up. I grew up too. I've been lucky enough to see myself in these characters throughout the most formative years of my life. That's something no other form of media has been able to provide me.

So yeah, thanks mha. I'm gonna miss growing up with you.

[serendipitous-mage]

......... who's gonna tell him ... .. ill do it @markiplier

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I think my brain is stretching out "school is in four days" cause I heard a teacher or someone say "see you monday" to someone else and it was like. OH. MONDAY???? THAT SOON???

Hope yall don't miss my shitposting too much for some hours out of the day /half joking

[invisiblerambler]

This is a personal ramble so most of it is going to go underneath a cut, if you're really interested I guess keep reading

so something I can't stop thinking about is the way that my therapist whom I already really like and get along with has praised me for this resilience I have. like I am well aware based on most if not all of the experiences I have had I should not be where I am now, holding down a competitive internship, attending a rigorous graduate program, successfully moving across the country twice in two years to places where I had some but limited support.

I don't say that to brag no matter how it sounds, I say that because I have never felt like there was room for me to fail, or flail, or sink into my trauma in the ways I really wanted to sometimes. Somewhere along the way or maybe the entire time it felt drilled into me that I had to make meaning out of the things I had experienced.

That none of it was worth anything if I didn't make something of myself at the end of it. some of that was by necessity, I felt like I couldn't breathe staying in the midwest and I took the first ticket I had out of there, but I also have lived my entire life believing I was exceptional. Everyone, or nearly everyone in their own ways has told me that since I was old enough to understand the word.

There was never any room for anything else. It's nothing short of a miracle that I am in any way, functioning and well-adjusted, but sometimes I want to just scream and be like what if I wasn't, what if none of this happened, what if I dramatically fell on my face and engaged in every self-destructive behavior known to man.

I fight the urge to self-sabotage constantly lately, the failure I inflict being less potent than the failure that falls outside of my realm of control.

I know that the fact that I feel uncomfortable is because I am doing uncharted things, I am breaking generational curses or whatever, but sometimes, I don't want to be doing that, I don't want to be the bigger person, I don't want to be exceptional, I want to be ugly crying, snotty and taken care of by someone else.

I want to feel nurtured and taken care of and like I can let someone else do something without feeling like my heart is going to explode.

I always have it under control, even in the moments I don't I pretend I do until that's true again.

the thing I crave from the depth of my bones is nurturing. someone to take care of me when I'm sick and hold me while I'm coming down from a nightmare or sobbing through a flashback.

I'm tired of being high functioning and resilient, and well-adjusted, I want to be someone who isn't high achieving for exactly five minutes.

I want to scream at everyone and lash out and cry. I want to act in ways that aren't the socially acceptable way for women to absorb their own trauma into their bloodstream for just five minutes.

In February, I had something resembling a crisis of faith, if the faith in question was myself. I was struggling to see what I was doing in my grad program and if when it was all over I had the instincts to succeed.

Everyone was worried about me, and looking back they were right to do so, I was incredibly emotionally fragile. I asked for help where I could but a part of me just wanted someone to hold me. The persona of type a know it all had grown tired and I was revealing in real time how fragile the persona was. A part of me didn't care doesn't care, because the type a persona is so tired, played out, but the put together girl who also secretly is holding it together by a thread well now we've got a picture on our hands.

hour to hour, minute to minute, second to second, I wonder if the ambitions I have are really mine, if the drive I have is genuine or still me trying to make up for something.

Less and less do I believe it comes from anywhere other than inside of me, at least on my better days.

It feels like a greedy ask on top of everything else I have to beg the universe to send me a life partner. I just need someone I can be vulnerable around without feeling like my heart is going to come through my mouth.

I will not get where I want to go without help, and I want someone so badly who I can come home to at the end of the day and let them take care of it. I just want to be taken care of.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

U STILL REMEMBER ME?????

c’mon now im emotional too

OF COURSE i still remember you, i think about u all the time cause i’m so happy i believed in me right when i was starting out on here

wait stop me too i’m about to cry in class…

[queer-reader-07]

🐶 & 🌸 :)

🐶: are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

i like dogs more, but cats are great too!

🌸: best compliment you've ever recieved?

best non physical compliment is by far and away the time a friend wrote the following about me:

i have described you as the fiercest piece of heaven, and this remains true from my perspective. the way you simultaneously balance the fierceness with which you care about humanity with the gentleness with which you care about humanity is incredible and inspiring. you inspired me, without consciously knowing it, in moments when i was so utterly exhausted and disappointed by the world, to keep speaking. to speak truth to power.

best physical compliment was when a different friend told me:

[your] "femme" presentation looks more and more gender nonconforming to me pink and makeup is so easily identified as a feminine thing and yet the way you present it is this bold and unapologetic way in a sense where, you present in this confident way where there is no question to the fact that you've thought about how you are perceived and who you are to yourself and how your identity is perceived

for the ask game <3

[oct0bra1ns]

Guys, Thank you sooo much for 500 followers SOBS ILY

[galaxythixf]

@knifvd said: 😘   to   share   a   real   kiss   with   my   muse. [ sage + yoru ] ! Valentine's Day Memes || Accepting

There's magic where they stand. There's nothing but bedsheets and a desk long forgotten under the tension of something greater. Just simple objects in a room that was nothing more than his a few minutes ago but changed suddenly when caught in her gaze and the moment shifted from ordinary to otherworldly while he holds her chin with just a light touch of a hand bordering closed. His expression always grows softer in these private moments, lost in caramel eyes he has come to adore. A sweet tooth isn't a trait he had ever claimed for himself before but she stands an exception, because of course she does.

Magic, there's magic here.

And it wells in his chest as it inevitably draws him closer to pink lips and how soft they feel. Having every reason to be a nonbeliever prior to coming across her he can't deny what sparks exist whenever they're intertwined with one another. The feeling of pure bliss when they share casual banter, even between snarky remarks, moody actions, and innocent intentions it exists. Magic lies in it all, or perhaps the soul of it. Yoru never considered the idea that magic went by another name, and this blasted holiday was usually the culprit of a bitter mood he often fostered. Love, a word too tender to touch in the past now made complete sense when it embodied the person he couldn't bear to be without.

Love.

She made him a believer of love.

[unusualsims]

The more things change, the more they stay the same

[churchoftheconfusedchicken]

🍓 :)

ohh boy here we go

you are. everything. and like. i don’t know how to make you understand how much i love you and how much i just enjoy being in your presence both online and in our limited in person experience and youre just so warm and bright its like being next to a warm fire on a cold day. also your writing??? amazing. incredible. so much talent. i love you i love you i love you a hundred times over

[countlessrealities]

[Delayed] Prank asks || no longer accepting

@advnterccs sent:

In the garage, Morty cleared his throat. Slightly confident about the plan he schemed up over the past week. To be fair, he did steal the idea from last year that concerned his Rick. So it was bound to work, right? He made his way to the other Rick. Carefully carrying the well dressed up milkshake. Complete with the classic glass cup, fluffy whipped cream, some sprinkles and a cherry on top."Uh, h-hey, Rick -- my Rick went out somewhere, but h-he wanted to give this to you," He let out a nervous chuckle, unsure if he would be able to get away with it. "Uh, enjoy it, i-it's vanilla!"And what Morty would conveniently left out was, within the creamy vanilla ice cream, large amounts of sriracha were mixed within it. To create a very spicy drink. { 🤭 because my Morty wanted to try his hand at pranking your Rick }

Rick paused mid gesture, hand frozen half way towards one of the many tools spread on the workbench. There was an odd device set in front of him, even if it would have been hard to tell if he had been assembling it or taking it apart.

The scientist rose an inquisitive brow at his other grandson, his eyes quickly falling on the drink the teen was holding. The question in his expression was clear, and Morty's next words brought him the answer he wanted.

The look on his features instantly softened at the mention of his boyfriend. They hadn't seen each other yet that day, if you didn't count he and his Morty spying on their counterparts reacting to the pranks. They had made plans to meet up after dinner, but he still missed his counterpart.

He always did when they were apart, no matter how brief the separation.

"Oh, s-shit, really? T-That's fuckin' thoughtful of him," he exclaimed, reaching out to take the milkshake. "I-I'll have to thank him proper later."

He grinned slightly, a hint of that smitten expression that he reserved only for his boyfriend touching his face. They had gone to grab some the month before and Rick had mentioned that they should do it more often since it had been ages since he had had one. Apparently other self had remembered.

Without thinking about it, he took a large sip of the drink, expecting the sweet, delicate taste of vanilla. And he did, for the briefest moment, before his tongue and throat were set on fire by the burning flavour of the sriracha.

Rick spluttered, almost dropping the milkshake in the process. His eyes watered and all he could do for several moments was hacking, so hard that he found himself struggling to breathe.

Eventually, the coughing subsided and he whipped around to face Morty, eyes bloodshot and face covered in sweat. His voice was raspy when he spoke and he sounded a little breathless, but his tone still sounded threatening and scary.

"M-Morty. I-I'm giving you a five seconds head start an-and then I'm fuckin' coming for you. I-I promise tha-that you will not like it if...when I-I catch you."

[hellguarded-moved]

≥  INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM:  @corrchoigilt​​​  ( “SOURCE” );

((klasjfkls wanna hear something funny >> ✨ my first thought when i saw ig was 'oh he looks very mean and evil >:)' and maybe i expected him to be like a certain other muse of yours i remember

((i guess that was also just the most startling to me?? how different ig is in comparison once i came to know him and HE'S JUST SO SWEET? i want the world for him, dude :( guy's had it so rough.... but he still chooses to be kind and that just gets me —

(tl;dr ig has gap moe — )

//  i love u skelly and i love that that was the vibe u got from this silly trash dog.  u could wipe a floor with this pushover.  all bark no bite applies here quite literally.

i’ll be honest at this point i got like 2 ish au’s where i am desperately trying to make him EVIL because i wanna explore him and see WHAT IF DOG EVIL. WHAT IF DOG ACTUALLY BITE.  but this bitch doesn’t want to bite and i both hate and love him for that.

[prentissluvr]

i wanna give everyone who's being nice to me on here just the biggest hug in the world you guys don't know how happy it's making me that i'm getting positive feedback, requests, yall being cute and sweet in asks and all that like <33 you've all stolen my heart i love you guys sm <33