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wish $20 was $20 again.... it's literally $5. if ur fucking lucky

the curse having character thoughts but none of them are coherent

must be nice to be able to let things go, unfortunately everything that has ever happened to me never leaves my mind

silly little traumatized hero family

Here's my headcannon of why Best Jeanist always covers his neck :)

Warnings: choking, strangled by himself, kid in pain, if there's anymore let me know!

So, when he got his quirk he was around 3-4 and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt (more fabric) and he was doing normal 3 or 4 year old stuff. Without anyone in the room, because.. uhh story purposes?

And he activated his quirk, by accident, and he got tangled up in the treads of it. It got tangled on his hands but also around his neck, and he was old enough to know that, that's not safe. So he started freaking out and that made his quirk freak out and get tighter, and he had already had a good amount of thread around his neck. So, the thread started cutting into his neck and he was screaming and crying when they started to do that. His parent(s) came running and calmed him down to runs him to the emergency room. When they got there the doctors had to cut the thread off and he had cuts all in/on his neck, and they were deep so they would leave scars.

That's why he covers his neck, he doesn't like to show them because it might scare people, and he also doesn't really like them either

So, yeah :)) 🧍👍

okay but if you really think about it, the entire story of A3! sounds like a wattpad fanfic

Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)

Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞

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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.

Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.

And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.

But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.

Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.

Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?

They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.

What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?

You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?

Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.

And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-

Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.

They looks down at it in fear.

You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.

And you raise them to your mouth.

Dropping them in.

They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.

It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.

Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.

Where were they going?!

Where were they going?!

Hate it when I accidently start manually breathing

Per usual I think a lot of the criticism for the newest chapter is from misunderstanding/misreading the leaks and people's perceived notions of the story and characters being proven wrong.

I have my own opinions and critics on the last chapter,but I'm not going to claim that it's Horikoshi's fault for being a 'bad writer' just because some of it didn't appeal to me. I do have a couple issues with this chapter,because that happens! I'm waiting for the official translations to come out before I really delve into it and share all of my critics. I also just wanna celebrate MHA and Horikoshi. I'm also,also waiting for the announcement on the fifth. Because me and many others believe it may be an extra chapter.

That's because I want to fairly view this chapter,and I'm frustrated with the bad faith criticism on this chapter and the series as a whole. And I plan to go over it all. My issues. My love for it. To really go over mha fairly because I actually like it. And I actually like analysis.

Also,guys,stop getting pissed off with Noguchi. Like,again,we still don't know what the announcement on the fifth is,so hold your horses and stop getting pissy with him cuz his doodles weren't in 430.

(And for the "criticism" I've seen I don't actually wanna call it criticism, because when criticism is done in bad faith it's not criticism it's just hate )

Are tou fart

oh

editor note: "add more character descriptions throughout, I forget what these characters look like and it's disorientating"

me: "bold of you to assume I know what they look like"

favourite things about first drafts:

square brackets with notes to self mid-line like [does this make sense with worldbuilding?]

ah yes, Main Character and their closest friends, Unnamed Character A and Unnamed Character B.

bullshitting your way through something that you probably definitely need to research later

also square brackets to link up scenes. [scene transition idk] my beloved

the total freedom of word vomits

"I'll fix that later"

the moment when the world and characters start to gain a life of their own

pieces falling into place as you write that you were uncertain about before you started

the accomplishment of Made A Thing

I actually spent some determined time on this :7

Art block

Current mood

Hey you ever think about The Characters so much to the point where

We reasonably talk a lot about how that final scene was a character assassination for Alicent, but not nearly enough about what an entitled, unreasonable, and insufferable asshole Rhaenyra was acting like that entire scene.

✩ "I would get killed by your hands just to see you live." .:｡✧*.｡✰───

summary: he loved you so much he allowed you to let him go.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: choso kamo, choso x f!reader, established relationship, not canon so no spoilers cz i realized its called fanFICTION so i can create whatever i want, forbidden romance, choso dies cz of reader, fluff at the beginning, angst cz who wouldve guessed, also written badly

word count: ≈1.9k

The moon generously illuminated the darkness of the abandoned building. It was just like the way you knew it. You memorized every curve of it, how the light would hit each spot, the way the debris stacked on top of each other–and where you would see him standing there, waiting for you. 

It started when you two both approached each other, thinking you guys were the same species. He thought you were a curse, and you thought he was a sorcerer. It caused you two to share the struggles you both had, and unbeknownst to both of you, it was similar struggles. It caused mutual pining that you both could only entertain.

You both found out when you first met him in your jujutsu uniform, and he saw the badge that you had. It was a shocking sight to see, but Choso had gently held your hand, calming you down once you found out he was a curse.

Now, you were meeting up with him secretly once again.

“Hello,” you giggled, your shoulders rising up and failing to keep your bubbly attitude hidden. You took your hat off, bringing your mask under your chin.

“Hello, darling,” he walked up to you, his eyes glued to your face. Stepping in front of you, he brought his free hand up to your face and tucked a hair behind your ear. “You look… as beautiful as last time,”

A sound of laughter bubbled up your throat, leaning into his hand. Choso held your hand, guiding you to the usual spot you guys would sit in that faced the moonlight. Ever since finding out about the opportunity of meeting you secretly, Choso had cleaned up a spot that the moonlight focused on, adding a carpet there and occasionally, candles. It was a spot where you two could lean against the wall, cuddling each other and forgetting the world really existed.

“A movie?” Choso asked softly.

“Yeah! I watched one with a friend today!”

Choso laughed, watching as you used your whole body to reenact the scenes and the story–he thought it was enchanting

“You think… we could watch a movie someday?” he asked sincerely, his gaze on you.

You sighed, squeezing his hand softly and leaning back onto him. “...Someday, Choso.” “You think that day will come?” He whispered, his tone vulnerable.

“One day, Choso. I’ll take you everywhere–the park, the mall, amusement parks–oh! We could go to festivals! Tokyo holds them all the time,” you chuckled, hoping to shift his mood into a more cheerful one. Your smile only got wider when you saw his cheeks rising at the grin painted across his face.

“And our wedding?” He teased, bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.

“I already have plans,” you nuzzled your nose against his, a second of silence passing before you guys erupted in laughter.

It was an endearing sight. You two laughing at each other's shenanigans, acting like you were two highschoolers on a date–nothing else mattered.

Time eventually caught up, and it was time to leave. 

“Next week, same time?” He asked, his voice hopeful even though he already knew your answer.

“Always.”

~~~

“You want me to… what?”

Yaga raised an eyebrow at your question, putting his clipboard down and looking at you.

“We can’t afford to keep any Cursed Womb alive. Choso Kamo is a liability, and for all we know, he could be getting even stronger as we speak.”

Clenching your fists, your chest rose up and down in an uneven pattern, and sweat was prickling at the sides of your head.

“But the others are dead? How powerful is Choso alone–,”

“His powers are much stronger due to his cursed energy. There’s no doubt that he’d be giving you guys a hard time on your missions, and we aren’t going to risk it.” His answer was so certain, so sure that you shook. You shook, because none of it was sinking in. Every atom of your body denied it–Choso dying? Because of you?

Yaga noticed your silence, and he sighed. Grabbing his clipboard again and standing up, he spoke.

“If you think the mission’s too much for you, then I can assign it to another student.”

Your head snapped up at him. No–no one else could kill him. No one else should kill Choso–Choso shouldn’t even be killed! Choso was human–you know it. You’d know all of it. How he made you feel more human than the jujutsu society ever had, that he’d shared your feelings and troubles and love and affection–

But, if you didn’t take it, then someone else would. If you didn’t kill him, he’d die anyway. If he didn’t die by your hands… someone’s bound to give him a painful death. Someone else is going to cause him harm in his last moments. And you’d miss it all.

The thought of it made your head throb. Your pulse raced enough for you to hear it in your ears. You were anxious about him getting hurt–being shown no mercy before his death when it was all he deserved. Mercy. 

“I… I’ll take it.”

This way, you can ensure he has a quick, painless death.

Yaga hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Very well then, the deadline is next week.”

~~~

This mission was easy. Physically. And you hated it. You hated it because it was as easy as depending on your love for each other to meet with him and only take advantage of it. You came here early this time, wanting to be the first one to see Choso… and the last time you would.

“Hey,” he arrived, beaming. And the sight hurt. Tonight, you had to carry his blood. A rope in your chest tightened, and your breath staggered.

“I… got you something. You like roses, right?” He revealed a rose from behind his back, holding it out to you both proudly and timidly.

Your eyes went wide. The crimson rose would soon be the color spreading throughout Choso’s fabric, because of you. Taking the rose felt like a lie. Rejecting it would betray you. Choso always did small and cute things like this. For you.

Choso noticed your intense gaze at the rose, as if you’d just seen something you shouldn’t have. Your uncharacteristic mannerisms–hands shaking, frozen in spot, completely mute–it worried him.

“Hey, are you okay? You’re not usually this quiet… Did you have a rough mission?”

A rough mission? You almost scoffed, but when he brought his hand up to your cheek, you hesitated. For a split second, you almost recoiled, backed away. The gentleness of his touch would hurt too much right now. You didn’t mean to, but when your gaze flickered up to Choso’s, his anguished expression only increased your regret. 

Choso noticed the weight on your shoulders. He noticed that there was pressure on you, and you couldn’t fight against it. He knew there was something you had to say, or something you had to do… and he knew you couldn’t tell him it. With the way a lump in your throat was forming and causing you to stay silent, he speaks.

“If… there’s anything you need to say or do, do it right now, my love.”

His sweet words combined with his tender actions–it broke you. Tears finally started flooding out, and your voice hiccupped quietly in your throat. Your hesitation said everything–you were shaking, crying–you silently begged him to say something different.

But he was steady. Calm. Almost too calm. Because how could he, who was absolutely ignorant about the situation, not knowing that you were about to end his life, still be so kind as he pulled you into a hug that you so desperately needed? Choso was giving you space to choose–no, space to do it. And you knew you had to, because if you didn’t, it’d end up much worse for him. 

“Don’t–no, please–I can’t, Choso–,” you begged the world.

“My love,” he says firmly, not wavering from his point. “I trust you.”

And it felt like your breaking point. It felt like everything inside you snapped–your heart, your tears–and your muscles moved without thought.

Before you knew it, your weapon was buried deep inside of Choso’s stomach. Blood emanated from where the knife was hidden, and Choso collapsed onto you.

“No!” You caught him, his blood slowly dripping from his clothes down to your hands.

The way his eyes went wide broke your heart, and even with your sudden betrayal he was still holding onto you for dear life. How could you? How could you?

Choso still somehow found the courage to chuckle even at a time like this, while blood was dripping from the corners of his lips. “This… wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“No, no! Choso!” You brought him to your chest, begging the universe to go back in time–you’d refuse the mission, refuse to end Choso and run away with him instead–so why’d that only occur now? When he was slowly losing life right in front of you?

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” your tears mixed with the blood that was staining his clothes, yet the knife was still in him. Your betrayal was still in him. And it slowly spilled throughout his body–yet his love was still greater.

‘Hey, hey, my love. Listen to me–,”

“No, I’m so sorry–I shouldn’t have done this–I should’ve just–,”

“Y/N.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him through tears. How was he comforting you? When you ended his life? He had dreams, struggles, passions, and someone he loved.

“Yes…?” You whispered, your eyes closing the moment his hand gently brushed your cheek.

“Don’t let them paint you the monster, my love,” he smiled–the one you loved. “I know you chose to save me one last time. I would’ve chosen you out of everyone else to be the one to end me.”

But you were a monster. But you were someone who deserves nothing of his gentle love. Someone who was deemed a murderer–yet all he gave in his last moments was gentle love.

“I love you, my love,” he smiled. “Say it back one last time, yeah?”

You tried your best to scoff, trying to match his eerily lighthearted mood as you kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Choso.”

The two of you closed your eyes, pressing your foreheads together–in hopes for you to give him the life he deserves and the one you don’t. When you felt his hand slip from your cheek, you quickly caught it and tried to savour the last bits of warmth in it, convincing yourself he was just unconscious. You felt the smear of cold blood from the wind–only to remind you that it was his blood.

You were broken. You felt nothing but misery. The air you were breathing, the eyes that you were using to cry tears you felt like you didn’t deserve to let out, how your muscles contracted as you sobbed–it should’ve belonged to Choso. The Choso who never had the chance to live out any of his dreams. The Choso who never had the privileges you had growing up–it should’ve belonged to him. Not you. You felt like you should’ve been the one to take the dagger instead, and even then–you’d still paint yourself the monster. Because now, that’s all you saw of yourself.

a/n

oookay i kNOWWW this was kinda fast paced but i try my best to keep this series under 2k words sooooo it kinda ended up that way... i wish i couldve expanded more on this but oh! well! too! bad! (sobbing) ANYWAYS thisssss lowkey hurt me–i dealt with what felt like ages and ages of writers block and had to force this out of my system and somehow was able to produce something decently satisfying in the end soooo i hope i broke yall :)

(imma be honest w yall tho the original ending was to make the reader end herself in the end too but i thought maybe that’s too much…)

hope you all enjoyed *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

can you get that weird guy out of here please. I’m starting to feel a little bit flustered and i don’t want to confront & come to terms with that right now

i’m loving the mic’s got a gun memes but how are we not freaking out that he’s probably got a quirk erasing bullet? and is going to kurogiri?? who is only “alive” bc of his quirks??? and will turn the tide of the war if the villains get him and his quirk back????

ugly ass kids

Hey guys.

If your ever having a bad day

Just remind yourself

At least you didn’t have a panic attack so bad that a hill got named after you.

No I don’t want to talk about it

I’m very embarrassed.

I am currently procrastinating on a hour round trip across the city to buy some gemstones to make a completely useless comb that will display a rose only when displayed at a very specific angle only by my hands and if anyone else touches it it will be ruined pretty much instantly.

Also this guy potentially has some beef with my dad over the price of some stones he bought so I really hope he doesn’t secretly hate me 👍🏻

I want to see more Luffy as an almost cryptid-like figure, leaning into the fact that he's actually kind of scary and unnerving. The strange boy in an unassuming straw hat whose smile is too wide and full of teeth, always spreading across his face when he should be running in fear. Wild black hair and dark eyes that stare straight into your soul. A laugh that's born of pure delight but sounds like the dangerous cackling of a madman, making you question What He Is. A creature who can take any shape and size, who appears in places he should never be, and when faced with death simply tells it no. Threats make him grin and drawing his blood seems only to make him stronger. Always, always hungry, and loyal to those who feed his gaping maw. A harbinger of chaos everywhere he roams, as though he were its patron saint. Luffy is actually terrifying and I need that to be acknowledged.

Imagine your icon following you around for a full two months, Just giving you life advice as if you were in an rpg

LET THE CHAOS BEGIN!

🌷🌷🌷

If you’ve had a period of basically dissociating from a hard time of your life, you’ll know that doing even the littlest thing that has an effect in the real world vs on a screen can be so profound. Something as little as you doing a favor for someone, or someone noticing something about you that you didn’t think anyone would even pick up on bc your brain is all messed up about being perceived. Your living footprint is all muddied and murky. It takes a lot to even feel like you’re inhibiting your body. So consequences that come as a direct result of you just living, whether big or small, blow you away on an inexplicable level